Chapter 122 Ling Family Night Talk: Please tell your ghost story
Chapter 122 Ling Family Night Talk: Please tell your ghost story
The only thing left in Ling Yanhua's body was his harshest words: "How do I know if what I saw is the one you saw?"
"Besides, I saw it in broad daylight, and you saw it in the night. I was thinking, what I saw in the daytime was not a ghost, right?"
Dan Lin's eyes were about to spit fire.
Ling Yanhua immediately changed the topic:
"Tell me how you saw it."
Fourth child: "It's not exactly what I saw. When I was about to fall asleep, I saw two children climbing on my sculpture. I pushed it down. I didn't notice it when I sat up."
Lao Wu: "During the operation, I wanted the nurse to hand over the instruments, but they were handed over to me before I even opened my mouth. I saw a child's hand from the corner of my eye. After the operation, I asked, but no one handed me anything at that time. But.
They didn't see anything, the equipment was indeed in my hands."
This psychological quality...
Didn't you cut more fat for the patient?
Lao Liu coughed twice: "Well, we used to see these two children often, but not so much these days."
often?
What Lao Liu said was a bit scary.
Lao Qi joined the group for filming, so there should be no...
"MD!" A curse came from outside, "Don't ask, it's haunted!"
Lao Qi walked in while talking on the phone, "In a swimming scene, the heroine couldn't fight to death and said there were children in the water... Who knows, how about setting it off to get Qiao? Haha, don't say it, over there now
I'm just clearing the place and asking the master to do it... I don't believe it..."
After hanging up the phone, Lao Qi realized that the living room was filled with the whole family.
"You guys are up so late at night? What games are you playing?" he asked confusedly.
"Come on, please." Ling Yixi patted the sofa next to her, "Tell me your ghost story."
…
"So to sum up, except for the old man, everyone in the family saw strange children? Some were one, some were two."
Ling Wenyang summarized.
"No, there is another one." Ling Qiteng retorted.
As he spoke, he turned around and looked at Little Lingbao, the only one who had remained speechless from the beginning to now.
Little Lingbao was wrapped in a strawberry sleeping blanket, hugging her knees, her innocent eyes wide open, her red lips slightly pouting, looking helpless, pitiful and timid.
"Ling Bao, have you never seen two children?"
Xiao Lingbao's big eyes were full of grievances.
Zaizai is miserable. If Zaizai is full of stomach, I don’t know how to tell my grandpa and uncle.
"Ling Bao—Ling Bao—"
"Ling Ziqi! Ling Ziqi!"
Behind her sofa, the little chicken and the puppy were shaking wildly.
"She can no longer hear and she can no longer see."
The little country chicken was so angry that she punched the sofa with her fist.
Ling Qiteng keenly observed that the backrest of the sofa behind little Lingbao was sunken for a moment.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Lingbao can't see us anymore, so what are we going to do?" Little Dog Dan sat on the ground, his tears gurgling into the sky like a fountain.
"The account has been banned." The little local chicken also grabbed her hair in despair, "She shouldn't be meddling in the doctor's wife's affairs. She didn't follow the rules and was banned."
I don't know if it's just a ban or a logout.
"Master, there is someone outside asking to see you." The housekeeper came.
In the middle of the night, people from the Ling family came, and there was more than one person.
Mrs. Lu looked at Dr. Li Xiaoyan next to her: "This young man looks very energetic, you can talk first."
Dr. Li coughed twice. He came over. Actually, he only wanted to see Ling Wenyang alone.
Who knew that the entire Ling family was gathered together, as if they were waiting for him on purpose.
"That's it. I dreamed at night and dreamed of a golden phoenix coming to tell me that something had happened to Miss Ling and asking me to find a way to help solve it."
He woke up, sober as never before, and drove over immediately.
After Li Xiaoyan finished speaking, he looked at little Lingbao with great concern: "Miss Ling, are you okay?"
Xiao Lingbao pursed her red lips: "Something happened, but not much."
"What do you mean there aren't many? This is a big deal, a big deal!" the little chicken yelled in her ear.
"Did that Phoenix say how to solve Ling Bao's matter?" Ling Qiteng asked.
Li Xiaoyan shook his head: "I didn't say."
"Then let me tell you!" Old Mrs. Lu became more energetic, "My Xuhui also had a dream. He dreamed of a water ghost riding on his neck and whispering to him, saying that Miss Ling was in trouble and wanted us to help.
she."
"How to help?"
The Ling family all speak the same pronunciation.
Did something really happen to Ling Bao?
When did something happen and why didn't they know about it?
Ling Bao has never behaved strangely!
Looking at the puzzled and concerned looks of his uncles, little Lingbao crossed his little fingers sadly: "Zai Zai, Zai Zai didn't work well when he woke up last time."
The uncles were stunned for a while before they understood what little Lingbao's "not working" meant.
"It's okay." Mr. Ling was the first to speak, "If it doesn't work, it won't work. You are still young. The most important thing is to grow up happily."
"Yes, Ling Bao, you are just a little baby. Your uncles will protect you. Don't put pressure on yourself."
"Our Ling family is not the Wang family, so we don't have any Fubao characters."
"It's the icing on the cake that you have spiritual power, but it's nothing if you don't."
"You are just a four-year-old baby."
The uncles comforted Ling Bao one after another.
Ling Sheng walked up to little Ling Bao and rolled up his arms, exposing a small piece of muscle.
"See, Ling Bao," he clenched his fists, "I can protect you from being snatched away by bad men."
The third and sixth children: "Don't be embarrassed!"
"But, but..." Her family members loved her so much. Ling Bao was so touched that her eyes were filled with tears.
"But if Ling Bao doesn't recover, some friends will be very anxious."
When she heard "little children", she knew it was little chickens and puppy eggs.
Unable to contact her, they must have been very anxious and tried their best to get her attention.
If she cannot recover, they will continue to torture her.
Little Lingbao is not afraid, but do the uncles still want to have a good meal and sleep?
"Go to Kongyi Temple!" Old Mrs. Lu suddenly said, "The abbot of Kongyi Temple is a real eminent monk. What happened to us at that time, Xu Hui, was a prophecy given to us by the abbot."
"If you meet Ling, you will transform; if you meet Qi, you will live! Master Abbot must know Miss Ling! If you go to him, you will definitely find a solution!"
…
The next morning.
The temple on the mountain has just opened, and the Ling family is already waiting outside.
Old Mrs. Lu is the great benefactor of this temple. She led everyone into the temple and taught a group of rich kids who had been immersed in the city's steel bars for a long time how to burn incense and worship Buddha.
"I've reported it, let's wait for the news." Old Mrs. Lu said.
Even Ling Yixi, who had always been loudmouthed, became quiet.
In the ancient temple jungle, the Buddha statues are solemn, and the sunlight flows down from the eaves, washing the heart like a clear spring.
Little Lingbao and his uncles were sitting in the living room, waiting quietly.
The abbot of Kongyi Temple, the old monk Deqing, is now a hundred years old.
It has rarely been seen in recent years.
But it is said that whenever Buddhist rituals are performed every year, tens of thousands of people from all over the world come to worship.
Mrs. Lu believes in Buddhism and has been giving alms extensively for decades. She is also a lay Buddhist, so she had the opportunity to meet the old monk.
It was thanks to her that the Ling family could come directly.
But Mrs. Lu didn't know whether the old monk had seen him or not.
Xiao Lingbao is already very powerful among ordinary people, but Buddhism is even more profound...
A tall, thin and delicate young monk stood aside, squinting at little Ling Bao sitting in Ling Xuanyan's arms.
Just then, little Lingbao raised his head, and the big one and the small one were right in front of each other.
"Uncle, what's your name?" Little Lingbao didn't have any stage fright, looking at the monk's Qingjun face with a pair of crystal eyes.
