Nie Xiaoqian took a step back into the idol before people came in.

But it didn't take long to hear a respectful voice outside: "Gu Niang, it's safe and polite." There is a lot of disturbance, you are a fairy, magnanimous, please don't be surprised. ”

"Gu Niang, the god of Daoxiang Temple is Gu Niang?"

Google and Du Niang Nie Xiaoqian are very familiar, sitting at home behind closed doors, you can know the world, this is the first time Gu Niang has heard of it.

The voice of the person who came was immature, showing that he was not very old, and he seemed to be a little familiar, and the word "peace" was even more familiar.

Nie Xiaoqian was thinking about who it would be outside, when there was a murmur outside.

"Temple Zhu?"

Nie Xiaoqian quietly poked her head out, but saw a familiar figure holding a handful of pine branches, cleaning the Daoxiang Temple.

"It turned out to be the shepherd boy Ping'an."

Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but think of a long time ago, the first novel she wrote, "Marrying the Right Man in the Wrong Sedan Chair", had not yet been engraved, and she once helped a little shepherd boy named Ping'an find an old cow A Huang in his family on a moonlit and windy night.

Daoxiang Temple, Daoxiang Temple, Nie Xiaoqian still remembers that Ping An said at that time that he lived in Daoxiang Village on the other side of the mountain, and it turned out that this was the origin of Daoxiang Temple.

The little shepherd boy Ping'an was a handful of tears and snot at that time, very stupid and naïve, he hadn't seen him for half a year, and he looked like he had grown up.

Nie Xiaoqian came out of the idol again, and Ping An bent over and lowered her head to clean, but she didn't see her. And her figure is also so light as if it is transparent, and Ping An approached several times, but he didn't find her close in front of him.

was not seen, and then Nie Xiaoqian tried to talk to Ping An again, but Ping An also looked like he didn't hear it.

In this regard, Nie Xiaoqian felt a little weird.

But she just stood quietly on the sidelines, watching the children busy.

Originally, when it came to cleanliness and hygiene, she only had to wave her sleeves to finish the matter, but now she is light and weak, and she can't even bring a single fine dust with a wave of her sleeves.

Nie Xiaoqian quietly watched Ping'an clean her current place of residence, and then lit the three cold incense sticks in the incense burner.

Green smoke rises and lingers on it, emitting a very good smell of incense.

Smelling the low and long incense, Nie Xiaoqian, who was next to her, had a feeling of warmth in the quilt in the cold winter wax moon, and she couldn't help but be lazy, and the coldness outside seemed to be dispelled with the incense.

The spring rain outside the temple stopped at some point, the rain stopped and the wind rose, and the soft spring breeze came one after another, blowing the green earth.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was blown by the breeze before, is now in the incense, like sitting on a purple golden lotus, as stable as Mount Tai.

Burning incense and meditating is full of air, and scattering is still like a big person.

With the wind, this is better than a thousand wines, and you can live forever with peace of mind.

Nie Xiaoqian thought that Su Dongpo also seemed to like to burn incense and meditate, and said for this inscription: "Nothing to do is to meditate, one day is like two days, if you live for 70 years, it will be 140." ”

"Incense can calm the soul and nourish the mind, meditate, has the effect of health and health, no wonder the ancients liked to burn incense and meditate. Even Su Dongpo has to sigh and burn incense to meditate. ”

In the incense, the eight winds do not blow.

In this way, Nie Xiaoqian has incense and is no longer afraid of the wind blowing.

She looked back at Ping An and saw Ping An leaning against the wall, asleep by the coals.

The breath is lingering, and there is a momentum of sleeping through the vicissitudes of life.

Well, the ancients burned incense to meditate, and you burned incense to sleep quietly, which can be regarded as a maverick quiet elegance.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was still trying to talk to this little shepherd boy, fell asleep when she saw him turn her head down, and when she was annoyed, she suddenly had a thought.

Although she can appear in the daytime now, she is so weak that she can't be seen when she is close to people, and her speech cannot be heard, and she is transparent.

Since it is impossible to communicate in reality, then in dreams, ghosts have a dream.

According to rumors, if a ghost has any unfulfilled wishes or unresolved grievances, and wants to make a decision, but ordinary people can't see ghosts, it will be even more difficult for ghosts to communicate with people.

Often at this time, the ghost will choose to appear in people's dreams and tell others about their own affairs one by one.

As for whether people believe it or not, that's two words.

Nie Xiaoqian does have a last wish before her death, and there are still unresolved grievances, and there are still many things to do, but these things are not something that the little shepherd boy can help, even if he is willing to help.

She just wanted to continue writing novels and ask him to help buy some pen, ink, paper, inkstone and other writing things.

"Do you really want to dream?"

Nie Xiaoqian thought so, and then smiled, she didn't seem to have dreamed of anyone, so the question is, even if she wants to dream, how can she do it?

"Could it be that I want to give peace to my dream......"

Nie Xiaoqian's mind just moved, and then she found that the scene around her suddenly changed.

The mountains are surrounded by water, next to the dense forest and bamboo, an old cow grazes by the river, a small person sits on a big bluestone, holding a cow brush in his right hand, his eyes look at the private school not far from the water's edge, listening to the sound of reading aloud from the private school, his eyes are full of envy.

Nie Xiaoqian looked carefully, that little man was not Ping'an.

A moment ago, he was still lying by the charcoal fire snorting snot bubbles, sleeping soundly.

In confusion, the picture of the boy herding cattle changed again, and changed back to the Daoxiang Temple.

Ping An sleepy-eyed, yawning, as if he hadn't slept enough, stood in front of the statue in a daze.

Nie Xiaoqian wanted to speak, but Ping An rubbed her eyes and spoke up, with a sense of surprise in her tone: "Sister Fairy, is it you?" ”

So Nie Xiaoqian realized that she was in a peaceful dream.

"It turns out that I really want to give peace to my dreams, so I can give peace to my dreams."

The ghost dream is so simple, without any technical content, let alone difficult, Nie Xiaoqian suddenly realized.

Ping'an in the dream spoke again, speaking to the idol of Gu Niang: "Sister Fairy, it turns out that you are Gu Niang." ”

"Although strictly speaking, I am indeed a dove occupying the magpie's nest, when did I become a Gu Niang?" Nie Xiaoqian looked at Gu Niang's statue, and then was surprised to see the statue sitting on the altar, and his appearance was vaguely similar to herself.

What a hell, oh no, it's God. Nie Xiaoqian was amazed, completely unaware of what was going on.

"Sister Fairy, since you are in the temple, then I will often come to see you in the future, okay?" Ping An was still talking to himself.

Nie Xiaoqian was puzzled, so she wanted to find Ping An and ask for an explanation. It's just that she was just about to speak, when the scene in front of her suddenly fell apart, and the dream was shattered.

There was a vague trance, and when she looked at it again, the temple was still a temple, and there was no change.

The altar is full of green smoke, and the statue of Gu Niang is still the original clay wood carving, with a dull and blurred face, lifeless, and where is there half a similarity with her.

And the peace is gone, well, to be precise, the peace is not gone, but the peace in the dream is gone.

In reality, he was still asleep, snoring softly.