At night, I hesitated and reluctantly lay down, and instead of waking up in the middle of the night as usual, I slept until dawn.

When I woke up, I just felt strangely cold.

It's really cold, the whole body is cold, from the soles of the feet to the thighs, the fingers to the shoulder blades, the tip of the nose to the chest, the whole body is cold.

I barely got out of bed, opened the curtains, and saw that there was a thick layer of frost on the windowpane, some like small trees, some like clumps of grass, very beautiful.

But I remember very clearly, it is only the beginning of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, just before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

I took a thick sweater that my mother had just finished knitting last year and said she was going to give me to wear this winter, and put it directly on my pajamas, and I pushed the door out.

When I pushed the door, I was greeted by a cold wind blowing on my face.

Outside has already changed a new world.

It seems to be the weather in late October of the lunar calendar, and there is an early winter scene everywhere.

The fog was thick, and the cypress and plane trees stood bare; Hidden deep in the woods, the sparse houses were almost entirely shrouded in mist; You can dimly see that the sparkling frost flowers fall on the roof tiles of the house like a white velvet blanket made of a thin layer of jade shavings.

Heavy frost also whitened the dead grass and fallen leaves on the road.

Between breaths, puffs of white smoke rose.

It turned out that I fell asleep directly into the memories of the ghost bodhisattva.

When I looked up, I suddenly saw a huge mansion. It was a house carved with ancient patterns, with two large pillars in front of the gate, and a rain eaves protruding from it, and the roof of the roof was pointed and pointed, and the two ends of the tile roof had protruding parts like a bird's beak, and the roof of the house was all like this, looking like a big bird curled up at the foot of the mountain.

The gate was closed, but I drifted into the courtyard of the house, which had five rooms in the north and three in the south, and a separate room near the gate.

There was also a well outside the house, and a basket of verdant bamboo grew next to it.

This room has a window with a black hole.

There was no light in it, and I suddenly drifted into the room, and it was pitch black all around, except for the window, which was black when viewed from the outside, and a glimmer of light shone in, and my eyes, through that window, straightened, I could see a room to the south, and that room also had a window, and on the window hung a faded green curtain.

On the windowsill of the green curtains, there are pots of chrysanthemums, which are brilliant golden yellow.

"Crunch!" A long, shrill sound pierced his ears.

The small wooden door next to it opened a crack, then it was ajar, and a beautiful little girl poked her head out of the door.

About five or six years old, with neat bangs, combed double hair, white hair on her head, round little face, big playful eyes flickering and blinking, a small mouth slightly pouting; looks very exquisite, and between her eyebrows and eyes she looks like Chen Huixin in her girlhood.

The little girl walked out, wearing an embroidered red jacket, the neckline and cuffs were trimmed with white fur, her skin was as white and tender as the frost flower, and her every move was as joyful and well-behaved as the Annunciation doll in the New Year's painting.

Seeing that the golden chrysanthemums were clustered together and bloomed brilliantly, the little girl stood on tiptoe and couldn't help pinching one down.

She walked towards the gate with a big golden chrysanthemum in her hand, bouncing around.

The sky was grayish-white, much like sketch paper for painting, and the little girl and the big chrysanthemum were like a brilliant painting on paper. It makes people can't help but feel pleasing to the eye.

This is the power of beautiful things, and it is a power that shakes people's hearts, like the little girl who staggers in front of her.

The little girl approached the well in a daze, and then, as if remembering the warnings of her family, and then away from the well, she approached the black room, and gently pushed open the door of the black room.

The light from the outside shines in, and the room is neat, and the furnishings inside are simple to deserted.

There is only a large case of pear marble in the room, on which there are incense burners of various sizes, and dozens of brass candlesticks of different sizes, and in the middle there is a chaotic pattern of rosewood carved base, and on the seat is a square pitch black stone, which is a foot square.

Around the dark stone, there seems to be a circle of black mist, in this mist, there seems to be some unknown animal running around, look closely, like a fierce beast, its shape is eight points similar to a tiger, tiger-like feet, tiger-like tail, that is, the tail seems to be too long to see the head.

It was much bigger than the tiger I knew it was, and it had extremely long hair, and it had a human face.

It was the face of a young man, with thick eyebrows and a high nose, and a pair of eyes as deep as the sea.

Ghost King?

An almost hazy mood rose from the bottom of my heart, but it was not my emotion, it was a stumbling emotion.

Just after the little girl's version of the little girl with Huixin walked in, the fog on the black stone dissipated, and a very tall black-robed figure was revealed, but the little girl couldn't see anything.

"Stone Bodhisattva, look at how beautiful this flower is, how boring it is for you to stay in this dark room every day, just like your mother wants Huiniang not to go out, you are not very uncomfortable at all, Huiniang gave you the flower, don't tell Daddy Huixin about running in."

She stretched out her small, white and tender hand, stood on tiptoe and tried to put the big golden chrysanthemum in her hand on the black stone.

While struggling to reach the tribute case, she said innocently: "My mother said, you ghost Bodhisattva, very powerful, but you don't like girls, so don't allow me to come, otherwise you will be angry, but then I want to see you even more, today they are not here, I will come quietly, I will leave quietly in a while, don't be angry." ”

It's weird, I should have punished the little girl in front of me for breaking in, but Han Qi only felt that this little girl looked round and jade, and she was red, which was really joyful.

It is true that Han Qi does dislike women, he doesn't like the taste of women, and the ancestors of the clan have also left memories, saying that the smell of women is detrimental to practice, so in the past, women were not allowed to be on the side of the ghost Bodhisattva, and on weekdays, women were not allowed to approach the ancestral hall dedicated to the ghost Bodhisattva.

Today, a little girl with a heart suddenly broke in, and let Han Ji know for the first time that a woman can also be such a cute creature.

He decided to forgive her for her mistake.

However, his body is still not allowed to be touched by a woman, even if it is just a little girl who is not as tall as the table, he refuses.

So he used a little method, and four black gases lingered on the corner of the table.

Xiao Huixin felt that this big table must be a monster, otherwise the more she stepped on this table, the higher it would be.

"Hui Niang?" A female voice with a thick local accent wafted from afar.

"Mother is back." The voice entered the gate and went straight to the other side.

"Yikes!" Xiao Huixin was frightened, her body fell to the ground like a ball, she didn't cry or make trouble, she got up dexterously and muttered to herself: "It's over, they're back, my mother said that they weren't allowed to come here to play, and they couldn't be discovered." ”