But no matter how hard he tried, the illness urged him, he still had to leave.

When he was dying, he comforted the woman and said, "You have to live well, wait for me, and in the next life, I will definitely come to you." ”

Speaking of this, the gentleman paused, rubbed the top of his head with his right hand before continuing: "It would be good if the matter ended like this, the two of them have their own place, and there will be no more complicated things in the future, but things often go wrong with people's wishes."

After his death, the woman refused to leave Goya for a single step, and it is said that she often walked slowly and alone on the road they had walked, doing what they had done, and sometimes she would run to the empty study to tell him to take his medicine on time.

And on the side of the mountain god, because he stole into reincarnation before, he broke the rules of the underworld, and the underworld intervened, did not allow him to recover his memory, and punished him for suffering from a reincarnation. He came to the third way again, and Meng Po recognized him, but still quietly forced him to drink the bowl of soup and jump into the cycle again.

After reincarnation, the two really saw each other again, but when they saw each other again, he was a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses, but she was already gray and old.

The woman recognized him, but he forgot the person in front of him, he had also suffered a lot in this life, but in the end, he also cherished his life and did good deeds.

In his life, he married a virtuous wife, gave birth to intelligent children, a wealthy family, and a full house of children and grandchildren.

But at the end of the day, he suddenly dreamed of the woman and passed away in tears.

Because the merits of the two lives are combined, it is rare and profound, and he has truly become a god.

He was back in Goya, where the woman's shadow was everywhere, and there were memories of them everywhere.

He even felt that in the rest of his life, he was good every day, not because of the righteousness of the world and the righteousness of the people, but because he loved someone too much.

Even if he forgets, he hopes that the kindness he has given and the good he has done will be repaid to her in the future.

He is good to the world, and the world will be good to others in the future, and maybe one day, that woman will be wised for it.

Later, he upheld the principle of no goodness and no charity, saved a little green snake and taught her to open her wisdom and practice.

In the years that followed, he missed the woman more and more, and his temper became more and more gentle, and before he knew it, the little green snake fell in love with him.

The green snake was not a good person in the first place, and he couldn't get a response from him, so he still pestered again and again, and even threatened the lives of the villagers at the foot of the mountain, but he didn't want to protect all living beings, and the mountain god would rather die himself.

After the death of the mountain god, the green snake was still unwilling and wanted to forcibly resurrect the mountain god with a living soul, so after this, many things happened, including the sacrifice of the mountain god as you know. The gentleman spoke for a long time, and it seemed that it was almost night.

"Sir...... "I really can't describe how I feel in my heart, and I don't know what to say.

"Silly boy, the story is just for your amusement, not for you to be so entangled. It's getting late, I'll send you back first, and don't run around in the future, especially at night. ”

The gentleman's voice suddenly became far away, even a little cold.

Perhaps it was the last ambiguous words of the gentleman that made me suspicious, and when I got home, the room was pitch black again, and there was not a single living creature that brought out any life, and from time to time there were gusts of wind pouring in through the exhaust holes of the coal fire, and there was a low moan that seemed to be mournful and weeping, and my scalp was a little numb when I heard it. I turned on all the lights up and down, I was at home, and the sound of the TV series was noisy enough, but I still felt that there was a pair of eyes staring directly at my back behind me or somewhere, and I didn't notice at all that a gray shadow came and went in an inconspicuous reflection of the TV.

Time passed, and soon it was Halloween, and there were some things that happened in the middle that I won't mention for the time being. It is only said that the traditional activities of the Ghost Festival are similar in each place, but the time is not very consistent, in the central region is the Zhongyuan Festival on March 3, in Sichuan is on July 15, and on our side it is July 13.

It just so happens that this day is also my birthday, and the advantage of having a birthday on a holiday is that most people will remember your birthday time, but the disadvantage is that birthdays that are celebrated with holidays are generally occupied by holidays, even if it is a Halloween.

At dusk, Ning Yu and I scattered a lot of neatly placed paper money under the supervision of my mother, and my father cut a small pot of watermelon rind on the street at the door, cut it into pieces and arranged a circle with a diameter of two or three meters at the door, leaving an entrance about half a meter wide in the corner of the circle, and the entrance was lengthened with six or eight watermelon peels on both sides.

This is the attention of the fathers, saying that the paper money on their ancestors should be burned in the circle so that it would not be robbed by lonely souls and wild ghosts, and a door should be left in that circle, so as not to let the ancestral relatives not come in.

There is another amount of money to be burned outside the circle, which is reserved for lonely souls and wild ghosts, so as not to let them break into the circle.

Then my father instructed me to light a large handful of incense, and to put a stick on each piece of melon skin, but to put another piece of watermelon skin at the entrance, and finally, if there was anything left, to insert it all to the side, whether in the crack of the door or in the hole in the brick.

After I finished inserting, my father burned paper in the circle, chanting the names of the ancestors in his mouth while burning, plus some useless chatter, but when I burned paper this year, I suddenly heard him read one more sentence, "Second brother, come to receive money." ”

"Dad, who is the second brother?" I've never heard of a second brother anywhere.

"My second brother." Dad's voice was calm, as if he was talking about a casual person. The flames from the coin were very flamboyant, and the red flames were scurrying up with black paper ashes, and after saying that, he turned his face away, and the firelight reflected the red on the side of his face, which looked particularly ghostly in the boundless night.

Because I was too close to the circle, my cheeks were hot from the smoke and fire, and I was trying to avoid it.

At this time, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew directly on my face, I turned my head to avoid it, but the picture in front of me was so frightened that I gasped for a while, only to see that there was suddenly another person outside the originally empty circle, and I couldn't distinguish the gender, I could only see the long brown robe almost hanging to the ground, and the long, long hair was draped on both sides of the face, as if it was still dripping.

He kept his head down, his face shrunk into the darkness I couldn't see.

I once heard that there are three yang fires in the human body, when the yang is strong and the yin is declining, the ghosts will see unclean things, at this time, people can not panic, they should be bodhisattva-like and pinch the middle knuckle with their thumbs, hold their breath and concentrate, and strengthen their hearts, so that they can enhance the yang fire and boost their own momentum.

I pinched the thumb of my right hand on the first knuckle of my middle finger and stared at him intently.

At this time, I can clearly hear the uncles next door burning paper and chatting.

Second Uncle Yang said: "This Yang Jiapo is really evil. This person continued to die in it one after another, and said that the Tan family is here, and the children have died twice, and the two elders of the Tan family don't know how to explain to the son's family. ”

"yes." Yang Erbo should be peaceful.

"What are you looking at?" My father's voice suddenly sounded, and the person in front of me was still standing quietly, and I pretended to ignore the person in front of me.

"Nothing." I turned my head and laughed stiffly, completely unaware of how ugly my face was.

"Go to the house and tell your mother to make half a bowl of water and rice." My father's face did not change.

I nodded in agreement.

Sprinkled rice in this area of Dading County is as important as burning paper money in the middle of the month. In the middle of July, the ghost door was opened, the ancestors and elders came, and the family members of Fanchen not only had to prepare paper money for delivery, but also prepared good wine and food, and they could not let them go back on an empty stomach, but most of the ordinary people in the past were poor, and festivals like Halloween generally did not prepare deliberately, so they only prepared a mouthful of water and rice, and ate well on the road.