With the influx of foreign culture, in addition to the traditional festivals in China, more and more young people have a foreign festival, such as today's Halloween, the streets and alleys are full of children dressed strangely and asking for candy everywhere, and even the shopkeepers of the traditional culture gathering place of the folk street have not been spared, following the trend of the times to launch the Halloween antique night, although it is a bit nondescript but just to sell a little more imitation for the sake of a lively scene.

In order to attract people and reflect the classical atmosphere, they hire people to dress up as the treasure of their own town store, so what you will see when you come to the folk street at the moment is that there is a moving golden Buddha at the door of the house chanting Amitabha Buddha to make a good relationship, and there is a long-legged Sifang Ding at the door of the house knocking on the metal objects hidden on the body to make a sound to attract customers, or two people wearing a doll costume to imitate the horse stepping on the Feiyan, so that the farce-like promotional means to see the owner of the two-story hotel at the end of the street.

"I can still play like this if I laugh to death, look at the dust, that Tang Sancai horse imitated it too fake, I can make up the front legs and the back legs to fight, this group of people want money and want crazy." Jiuya knocked on the melon seeds herself, and she couldn't enjoy it, so she didn't forget to call Fuchen to watch it together.

"Boss Jiang, you can stop in moderation, our deities are still here with you!"

"What kind of deities are you, you just don't want to leave the world and attach to those old objects and pretend to be deities." Jiuya ruthlessly unveiled her clothes, and there was no real spiritual antique in the whole street, all of which were obsessive souls attached to the antiques and pretended to be antiques, but in fact, they didn't want to be taken away by black and white impermanence to suffer in the underworld.

"Our oldest has lived for more than 2,000 years, and such a nondescript thing is really a shame for us! In our day, it was too late to do that! ”

"Ling Chi is light, and he should be branded!"

"That's right! They can't be scalded to death, and they must be paraded through the streets for three days to set an example! ”

"Stop! Stop! Stop! You old stubborns don't even speak Chinese anymore, and you're embarrassed to say that you are ghosts who have lived for thousands of years? The more ridiculous it gets! Jiuya couldn't listen to it anymore, threw away the melon seeds, and prepared to drive away the ghosts.

"Isn't that conforming to the times? After all, I've lived for so many years, and I've been here for decades, and I've even learned a little bit of foreign language, and then who understands classical Chinese. ”

"Okay, it's not early, you guys settle the bill and go back to their respective homes, who will come?" What kind of money can a group of ghosts have, and they don't want to admit their former names, so even if someone worships them, they can't even receive the underworld coin, Jiuya's so-called checkout is just for them to tell her a story to relieve her boredom, and Jiuya offers them incense and candles to be considered entertainment.

"I'll come this time, Brother Ding? Brother Zhan? You're all right, right? The ghost attached to the silver wine bottle got up and asked respectfully, and when there was no objection, he sat down and told Jiuya the story.

"When I was still a human being, I loved collecting wine bottles, and the family set aside a spare room full of shelves, all kinds of wine bottles, tall and short, thin and thick, there is nothing I can't get, but a trip to a friend's house saw a silver wine bottle that I have not seen, the pattern carved that is called a beauty! I can see the wine inside in the sun, I haven't seen any wine bottles and I'm still deeply attracted by it, but my friends don't sell it! That's his family heirloom. ”

"The old man has heard a little, you are also a ruthless character to kill his family of thirty-eight for a wine bottle." An old man attached to the scroll couldn't help but interject.

"My story, your story! No, today you please? I really thought that I was attached to the picture scroll and was a scholar, you failed the list twelve times, and I didn't say anything about you when you committed suicide in anger for a lifetime! ”

"Close! Continue to talk about it, you can't even argue with each other's ancestors who have seen each other's ancestors, and it's important to tell a story. Jiuya hurriedly stopped the two ghosts from continuing to quarrel.

"That's it?"

"That's a family heirloom, don't sell it!"

"Later, I became a fool and became a demon in my heart, bought a house near his house, went to his house every day to grind my tongue, and it was useless, and finally he turned me away."

"And then?" Jiuya saw that the wine bottle ghost was slow to speak, as if she was stuck in her own memories.

And then ...... I was seriously ill for three days, my family thought I was going to die, and invited a monk to chant the scriptures to exorcise evil spirits, and the monk recited the night and I had a headache, and I suddenly couldn't hear the chanting sound in a trance! It's like returning to the light, I got up with ease, and I still thought about the silver wine bottle and ran to the yard in my underwear, and there was a person standing in the middle of the courtyard when the light was dark! A black cloak covered me tightly, and when I approached him, the momentum on his body scared me into a sweat, and made me unconsciously move away from him. ”

"What's wrong? Is it that the man has no face? Jiuya suddenly interjected, startling the ghosts around who were listening attentively to the story, "You don't have a face, we don't want to show our face casually, we are all afraid." "Jiuya is under merciless siege.

"Actually, I forgot if he had a face, I couldn't see anything in the dark yard at that time, but I could see a person standing in the middle, you say it's terrible or not!"

"Speak quickly! You're all ghosts, that's your peers at most! ”

"I didn't know what was wrong with it at the time, so I walked straight and straight, and I had a thought in my heart, this person must be able to fulfill my wish, let me get the silver wine bottle, and when I approached him, he raised a pair of hands and clenched his fists in front of me and asked me, left hand, right hand, he didn't even raise his head and didn't look at me, but he seemed to know what was on my mind."

"I'm in a hurry, the left hand and right hand you chose!" Jiuya almost threw the melon seeds in his face, saying something useless.

"Shh Jiuya was bullied by a group of ghosts again.

I touched his right hand, and the biting chill instantly sobered me up, and when I found him again, there was no trace of him, and I was left with the silver wine bottle that I had in my heart! My family found that I carried me back to the house, and when I opened my eyes, I was still holding the silver wine bottle in my hand, but my neighbor and friend's family of thirty-eight people were all dead, and there was blood on my body, and my family thought I did it, and burned my bloody clothes overnight and hid the wine bottle, saying that I was still seriously ill, and I had been searched again and again, but I couldn't forget that person that night, because I was soon dissatisfied and found a wine bottle I wanted. This time it was the gin bottle that the saint rewarded the local rich businessman, because he donated half of the family property for disaster relief, and I shouldn't have been worried about this wine bottle, but I just fell into the devil and remembered it, and went to his house every day to see the wine bottle, of course, I was quickly rejected again, I didn't give up not eating or drinking, pretending to be sick, and asked the same monk to chant the scriptures for seven whole days, I finally saw him again, I almost flew over, he still stretched out his two hands and clenched his fists, the sound was still ethereal like a person talking left hand, right hand? I've tasted the sweetness once and still chose his right hand, and this time he had a bloody knife in his right hand! The knife fell into my palm and I fainted. The wine bottle ghost paused when he said this, and took a hard sip of the tribute incense on the table, which showed that the knife had caused a very big psychological shadow on him at that time, and he was still very scared.