If people believe in the existence of ghosts, their fear of death will be much weaker.
Li Changan is not afraid of death.
Not only are I not afraid, I also have many ideas.
When he was alive, he often thought that he had little merit and would not go to hell to suffer after death.
Reincarnation? That is absolutely not what he wants. In troubled times, people are worse than dogs. He would rather be a dead ghost in the city of vain death. Maybe with his past fate, he can get a job in the underworld.
But he never imagined that he would encounter the current situation: a cold fog rose on the river, and the night wind blew a mournful sound. The monk lay at his feet like a dead body, and the child in his arms woke up and cried weakly, because he was tired.
Is he tired? Is he cold? Is he hungry? Or is he sick? The Taoist priest doesn’t know. He only knows that he can’t coax him well no matter how hard he coaxes him. He is at a loss for a while.
What else should I do? I am just a ghost.
I looked up at the sky speechlessly, the moon and stars were sparse in the sky.
He wanted to take a bowl of moonflower to relieve his fatigue, but he reached out and found nothing. Then he remembered that all the things on his body were thrown into the river with his body. As for the specific place where it was washed away by the river water? His mind was so confused that he couldn't remember at all.
correct.
And donkeys.
The donkey is gone too.
well.
Tough luck!
But it didn't help to keep frowning. He straightened his mood and prepared to find a doctor in a crowded place. Footsteps came from the wind, and the woman who had been scared away came back.
Her steps were very fast, but she stopped when she was far away. The black cat jumped out and screamed at the Taoist priest, while she herself gasped for air and held up two yellow talismans.
Now that I have become a ghost, my eyes become even more powerful at night.
By the moonlight, Li Changan could clearly see the runes on the paper. The workmanship was crude and the aura contained therein was sparse. One was the "Children's Abuse Talisman", which was used to prevent babies from crying at night for no reason. The other was the "General Talisman".
It's for zombies.
The Taoist priest didn't understand what she wanted to do by holding these two talismans.
"Brother Ghost."
Oh~ you are calling me. Li Changan is not used to the identity of ghosts yet.
"I don't know what your relationship is with this child, but looking at the way you take care of her, I guess you also care about this child very much."
When the woman spoke, her words were trembling, and she did not dare to look directly at Li Changan. She looked at him from the corner of her eye. She didn't know why or where she got the courage to insist on staying here.
Li Changan was afraid of scaring her, so he did not act rashly and listened to her continue.
"But you also know that the child's cheeks are red. It's probably because he caught a cold and has a fever. The baby's bones are weak. If he doesn't get treatment quickly and the root cause of the disease is not revealed, he may still..."
She paused.
"My little girl's surname is He, and she is called Fifth Sister. Although I am a woman, I also have some medical skills, and I am also the director of the Salesian Hospital in Yuhang City. You should know that the Salesian Hospital was set up by the government to adopt abandoned babies.
orphan."
Saying that, He Wumei took a deep breath and finally dared to raise her head and look directly. Fortunately, the ghost opposite looked like a living person, not as evil and monstrous as in the story, so she felt more courageous.
"If Brother Ghost is willing to trust me, why not leave the child to my care."
After saying that, He Wumei was pounding in her heart, fearing that the ghost opposite would be angry and appear to be bleeding from all her orifices. However, when the other person slowly came over with the child in his arms, she saw that the appearance of the "water ghost" opposite was not only not scary, but
He has a slender and strong figure. Although he is not very handsome, his eyes are clear and his smile is gentle. Unconsciously, the anxiety in his heart gradually lets go.
So when she took over the child, she didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, she carefully picked off the reed flowers on the child on the spot, then took out a swaddling cloth from her arms and wrapped it carefully.
"Babies' skin is delicate and the velvet is too hard. If it is left on for a long time, it will easily lead to rashes."
After doing all this, she should have left, but before leaving, she glanced at Li Changan.
The Taoist priest was squatting in front of the monk, his eyes empty.
A dead Taoist priest who looks like a living person, and a living monk who looks like a dead person complement each other perfectly.
By some strange coincidence:
"The wall next to the Salesian Hospital is the pharmacy bureau, where Dr. Lu is kind and kind..."
…………
The desert is full of grass and the wild wind blows.
The woman led the lamp in front, and the black cat and the ghost followed behind.
Li Chang'an was a considerate and good ghost, and he took the initiative to start a conversation, and the woman responded carefully. As they went back and forth, they gradually became familiar with each other, and they gradually started to talk happily, telling the story from the ghost teahouse to worshiping the bridge god.
The Salesian Hospital is not far from the river beach.
He said "there is a baby hidden in the statue of the Dragon King" and arrived in front of the Salesian Hospital.
It was a group of low and dilapidated buildings next to a few thin fields, with the looming outline of Yuhang City in the distance.
He Wumei opened the door and called the Taoist priest to come in.
"What a cruel father. I think the wizard who bewitched him may also have something fishy."
"Yes, the wizard's true form is actually a snake..."
The words stopped abruptly.
Then there was a loud "pop" sound.
He Wumei turned around in surprise, and all she could see were wild trees and grass dancing under the moonlight. Li Changan, who was talking along the way, was nowhere to be seen. There was only a monk on the ground and a bronze sword.
The cold wind stirred up the white hair and sweat on my face, and all kinds of bedside stories suddenly came to my mind.
He Wumei shivered and quickly retreated into the door.
But it didn't take long.
She carefully leaned out again, glanced left and right, and then quickly dragged the monk into the yard.
Snapped!
Closed the door.
…
Night Breeze whimpered a few more times.
Li Changan slowly emerged from the wind.
He tried to approach the door, and a white light suddenly appeared in his eyes. Two majestic generals appeared in the light, holding swords and glaring at him.
But in fact, these two door gods don't have much charm, and the white light that protects the house is not stronger than a thin wooden board in his eyes.
The Taoist priest was new to ghosting and had little experience. He had just bumped into it. By the time he reacted, it was already too late. This would have destroyed the aura of the guardian of the Salesian Home, so he had to disperse his body in a hurry.