"Very strange thing?" Guan Xiao froze, frowned and thought about it carefully: "Oh, I remember......" Immediately his eyebrows danced: "We gave the old man 2 yuan, and the old man gave us a very beautiful big white dog with a small red flower on his head, and let us lead him to climb the mountain, master, you said it is strange, the dog walked with us for about a few miles, and ate ham sausages while walking, and suddenly he couldn't leave, and if we pulled it again, it bared its teeth at us, and it was going to bite me......"

"Dog...... Dog...... Dog, you're big!" The old man really couldn't listen to it anymore, the little smoke pot knocked on the door of Guan Xiao's head, Guan Xiao suddenly looked aggrieved, and said in his heart: "****, I can't even love small animals." ”

"When you go, it's already after the final exams, that is, at the end of June......" Ding Yi just reminded him, Guan Xiaoteng jumped up from the ground, with an epiphany: "Yes, yes, you really reminded me, it's really strange, at that time, it was very hot, but in that canyon, there was a huge ice pool, 50 meters long and 10 meters wide, all of which were ice thick and bottomless, and the old man who led the way said that it would not melt for ten thousand years; The waterfall was basking in the sun, but it didn't melt at all! Our classmate stole his father's zippo lighter and burned it for 10 minutes, and the waterfall didn't shed a drop of water. It's amazing, it's amazing. ”

At that time, Guan Xiao was still a little boy less than 10 years old, and he was holding the icefall and gnawing wildly, but he didn't bite it down. After coming back, he talked to the master about it, at that time, Ding Yi just shook his head with a smile and said to Guan Xiao: "You are still young, you will know when you grow up." ”

"It's a long story...... Old Man Ding took two puffs of his cigarette and said slowly: "The ice pool at the bottom of the valley you saw at that time is the Nine Cold Veins. And that icefall you see...... I can't tell you this today. Modern people have never seen gods or immortals, so they have always regarded the six realms of reincarnation as superstition. In fact, all kinds of signs ...... No, according to countless reliable classics, there were indeed ghosts, immortals, and six reincarnations in Chinese history. There are also Qi Refiners, the so-called Qi Refiners refer to the human sages who used various methods to reverse the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, and finally became immortals who were immortal and immortal and could not enter the six realms of reincarnation. ”

Guan Xiao was completely stunned and stupid, although he could barely be regarded as a primary and secondary (intermediate elementary school) graduate, but in Guan Xiao's consciousness, he had always scoffed at these feudal dross, and the master had never said such a thing, so he would never ...... The master really bumped into a ghost when he came out this time, right?

"Are there really ghosts?" Guan Xiao is still a child after all, his expression is a little nervous, if everyone dies and becomes a ghost, then now the world is almost 8 billion people, hundreds of millions die every year, and there must be ghosts everywhere? Maybe...... There was a circle of ghosts floating or squatting or lying on his stomach behind him, watching himself and the master chatting nonsense, and spraying saliva on himself by the way.

Old Man Ding's face was obviously darkened, and he took two puffs of dry smoke: "I really haven't seen ghosts, but Master Huiyuan's lay disciples have seen them face to face." ”

Master Huiyuan? Guan Xiao is no stranger at all, the master is 96 years old this year, and the ancestor Zhu Cong is a figure of the same generation, in terms of influence in the domestic Buddhist circles, can be ranked in front of Master Huiyuan is several living Buddhas of Tibetan Tantra. When he was in Beijing, Ding Yi did not take him to Master Huiyuan's place to eat and eat - the master liked to take Guan Xiao to the Taoist temple to eat and drink, according to the master, it was pure natural and pollution-free green food, and the air was fresh.

Master Huiyuan also likes Guan Xiao very much, and has always said that he has Huigen, and if he has nothing to do, he will pull him to do his homework in the small temple, if it weren't for Ding's tightness, the master would really pass on his mantle to Guan Xiao. However, even so, Guan Xiao took advantage of this opportunity to systematically learn Sanskrit.

Strictly speaking, Guan Xiao should be regarded as one of Master Huiyuan's lay disciples.

"Are you sure he didn't lie to you?" Guan Xiao carefully looked at his master's eyes to see if he had any taste of making fun of himself: "I also know several lay disciples of Master Huiyuan's grandchildren, such as Dou Chu, Guan Ju, Meng Si, and Professor Zhou...... Why haven't I heard from them?"

Ding Yi took two more puffs of his cigarette pouch, and also stared at the apprentice up and down for a long time, and then hesitated for a while before saying, "This is what Dou saw at the place...... Well...... He won't tell you because he's afraid to freak you out. ”

What? Guan Xiao's two big eyes immediately glared: "Master, he ...... He is insulting, I went to Jingbei to squat in a mass grave at the age of 9, I went hunting in Outer Mongolia with you at the age of 10, and crossed the Qiongzhou Strait at the age of 11.

Ding Yi knocked out the cigarette ash on the sole of his shoe and took two empty puffs of the cigarette pouch rod: "There are a lot of stories about ghosts in Beijing over the years, have you heard of them?"

Ghost story? Guan Xiao was stunned for a moment, the master really made fun of himself. As an excellent thief, he walks thousands of homes into thousands of households, and of course he will not hear less yellow jokes about ghost stories. Moreover, the rising star of the thief sect, the little boys of the Xinjiang faction, like nothing more than squatting under the street lamp to tell ghost stories and pornographic jokes. Guan Xiao is a big generation, and he doesn't have to spend money to listen to stories in vain.

"Yes, I've heard a lot. The four most famous ghost stories in Beijing in recent decades, Jinsong Ghost Building, Daxing Ghost Head, University Ghost Wipe Wall, and 375 Last Train. These four stories all have noses and eyes, and there are many other stories that are made up when you hear them. But, master, does this have anything to do with us? I think it's all fake, now there are 1.5 billion people in our country alone, and there are only a few people in the cave on the top of the mountain? If we really become ghosts after death, then the ghosts around us won't all be squeezed to death?"