What is a ghost?

Perhaps it is a kind of gas, floating in the world, silent, tasteless, colorless, and formless. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info may be a kind of soul that exists in a certain space, with its own collective, its own life, and its own beliefs. Perhaps it is a carrier that survives specifically to confuse human beings, and is usually hidden in people's hearts and behind. All of the above is a kind of speculation about ghosts.

Rural people are superstitious, especially in the deep mountains and ravines of our country, where there are many legends of gods and ghosts. It can't help but sound creepy, and the hair is straight. So will those legends really exist?

It was a night after nightfall, and our family wore linen and filial piety to hold a wake-up for my grandfather, who had just passed away. I never thought that my loved ones would also pass away, and when the fact of my grandfather's death was placed in front of me, in addition to endless grief, it was more about acceptance and calmness. I heard my name called, I ran to the kitchen, and my mother told me to go to the house and get something. My house is about 200 meters away from my second uncle's house, and I have to cross a flat open space to get to my house. In the night, a person wearing a white filial piety dress moved, and this person was me. I saw a person standing at the head of the village, that person was an elder, my name was the second grandmother. When I got to 50 meters from her, I coughed and was ready to say hello to her. Unexpectedly, the second grandmother's first reaction was to run away, and she disappeared into the night in an instant, which scared me out of a cold sweat. Afterwards, when I remembered that scene, I naturally laughed, blaming me for being too hasty and almost scaring the soul of the second grandmother, but everyone else would panic when they saw such an unknown object in the middle of the night.

The second grandmother must have taken me for a ghost. What a sin, I didn't mean to.

I've heard that there are even more weird stories. This is a thing that has been passed down from the mouths of others, saying that after the liberation, the fourth lady of the village went to the ditch to fetch water before dawn, and the water was very scarce at that time, so many people got up very early in order to be able to pick the sweet spring water first. When the fourth master filled the water, he walked to the village step by step, and when he reached the middle of the slope, the fourth master met a person, who walked down from the village. The person on the other side politely said, "Carrying water?" The fourth master subconsciously looked up, and responded, "Yes, you went to carry water! The fourth master thought to himself, how could this person be so familiar, but he couldn't remember it. After walking a few dozen steps, he suddenly remembered, put down two buckets of water and ran away. Because the man he saw just now had been dead for many years.

The fourth master is still alive, but I don't know if anyone has asked him for confirmation of this matter. But it is certain that this matter was said by the fourth master himself. If this is true, I really sigh that it is a kind and hard-working deceased old man who went to another world and had to get up so early to fetch water.

There is also a story that I was trembling with nervousness after listening to it at the time.

It is said that there is a family in the neighboring village who has been living a peaceful life, but the good times did not last long, and the happy life of the family was completely destroyed. One evening, the hostess of the house was rolling out dough in the kitchen to prepare dinner for the evening. As she rolled out her dough, she glanced up at the courtyard, and what she saw was something she couldn't believe in what she saw. She saw her husband, who had been dead for many years, walking towards the guest room, and in a panic, she threw down the rolling pin in her hand to see what was going on. When she pushed the door and walked into the guest room, there was no sign of her husband, but she was sure that she was not hallucinating.

After that, the hostess told the story to the people of the village, and no one would believe it. The village was saying that she was making up nonsense and had to make up a scary story. Since then, the family has had a lot of bad luck. Two children died one after another, and finally even this hostess died. The whole family rushed to Huangquan, and after such a tragedy, the villagers began to believe what the hostess had said before her death. Coupled with the compilation of some people, this story is extremely mysterious.

Most of these stories are hearsay, and I'm just listening to them. Of course, I believe that there are many artificial elements in these stories, and the main purpose may be to increase the weirdness and mystery of the story, so that the narrator's spit is not in vain. In fact, are there any ghosts?

The answer is yes, of course. In your heart, if you are open, there will be no ghosts, there will be ghosts in your heart, and the world will be full of ghosts. I tell you, turn around, there's a ghost behind you! Do you believe it? At this point, you begin to doubt the truth of what I said, and when you turn around and verify it with a skeptical mentality, you already have a ghost in your heart. You'll be a little disappointed when you turn around and have nothing. But if there was a person standing who wasn't a ghost, you would cry out in amazement, "Oh my god!"