Chapter 53 On the first seven nights, the ghost woman comes to the door
At this moment, another set of footsteps came closer and closer, and soon stopped at the kitchen door.
Xiangzhu turned around and looked, suddenly startled.
He saw that Chen Chi had already put on plain white mourning clothes, tied his head with a mourning belt, and hesitated to move forward.
"Chen Chi, you..."
Xiangzhu's voice stopped suddenly.
But she suddenly remembered that today was the seventh day after Chen Chi's mother passed away. It was also the so-called "first seventh day" in folk custom, also known as the Night of Resurrection.
It is said that on this day, the ghosts of the deceased will return home to visit their children and relatives to comfort the missing people of the living.
Only after this will he be reincarnated.
Suddenly, Xiangzhu thought of something, and her heartbeat jumped up in her throat.
She stiffened her neck and slowly turned her head to look at the monk who was smiling and talking, her whole face was a little dark.
"First...sir, who are you talking to?"
Zhou Yi glanced at Xiangzhu.
"What are you doing in a daze? Keep going, didn't you see that Mrs. Chen is teaching you how to make Biluo...
...Well, yes, the sweetener in my dynasty is mainly sucrose, which is relatively expensive. But for poor monks like us, it is also very delicious to put some green onions in it to make pancakes or pot helmets.
...Mrs. Chen, thank you for your praise. The young monk only has some experience with pasta. After all, he ate a lot in the past, but nothing can compare to you, Mrs. Chen."
In the kitchen, Xiangzhu was sweating on the tip of her nose and opened her mouth wide enough to stuff an egg.
"I...why didn't I see anything?"
At the door of the kitchen, Chen Chi, who was wearing a sackcloth and mourning, had red eyes and looked at the scene in front of him with great complexity.
The dark night could not cover up the shining white light above the head of the white-robed monk.
Under the milky white brilliance, there is a layer of gray shadow that is isolated from the world and cannot be seen by the naked eye.
An elderly woman with a stooped waist, facing the stove, was explaining to the monks with a smile while doing Biluo.
The monk listened carefully, nodding from time to time, or smiling knowingly.
Then, he repeated it to the little maid on the side who looked stiff and dumbfounded.
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Chen Chi's eye circles are getting redder and redder.
As a part-time jobber, his understanding of life and death is different from ordinary people.
The soul follows the Qi, the soul follows the body, both are the destiny of man.
In his understanding, the death of the physical body is not the end of life.
When people die, they become ghosts, and when ghosts die, they become ghosts.
Only when the soul is scattered is the real death.
Generally speaking, after death, the soul will drift away.
But something happened to his mother that puzzled him.
On the night of her death, my mother's soul left her body, but did not float away or return to the underworld.
Instead, he stayed beside Master Yichen.
It wasn't until that moment that Chen Chi began to believe that the legendary Buddhist aura really existed.
...It is hidden in Master Yichen's head.
The spiritual light shines, and ghosts do not invade!
Under the bald head, the soul remains!
Everyone in the county criticized and even denounced his unfilial piety.
Even Lu Baotou, whom he regarded as his brother, couldn't understand this.
But only Chen Chi himself knew that by serving Master Yichen these days, he was also guarding the soul of his mother.
However, there is always a banquet in the world.
The first seven nights that he feared the most had finally arrived.
"clang……"
In the distant night, there was a soft banging sound.
But when it reached Chen Chi's ears, it made him tremble all over.
This sound does not come from a watchman in the human world...but a "soul-inducing bell" belonging to the underworld.
The old woman who was talking to the monk also tensed up, then relaxed, raised her hands and bowed.
"Thank you, Master Yichen, for taking care of my son. My time has come and it's time to say goodbye."
After hearing these words, the tears in Chen Chi's eyes finally couldn't help but burst out.
Bang!
He quickly stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed: "Mother!"
Mrs. Chen's face showed kindness and reluctance. She stretched out her hand to touch the young man, but her touch was in vain. Only then did she realize that he was a human and a ghost.
"My mother saw that you finally got rid of your identity as a widower and studied day and night, and you will feel at ease even after you die.
In the past, we and I depended on each other, but from now on we can only rely on you.
Remember, it was Master Yichen who saved you, and it was Master Yichen who allowed my mother to go on her journey with peace of mind.
From now on, no matter what happens, I must respect Master Yichen in every possible way and not show any disobedience."
Chen Chi burst into tears and knelt down on the ground with a bang. In the blink of an eye, his head was bleeding.
"Kid, remember..."
Mrs. Chen's face was full of joy, she bowed to Zhou Yi again, and then walked out through Chenchi.
In the small courtyard, a five-foot-tall bull-headed monster has a strange expression.
When Mrs. Chen saw the waste, she didn't dare to make excuses. She folded her hands and saluted politely: "I've seen the traveler before."
The head monk was also very polite and returned the favor. Then his eyes fell on the monk who was slowly walking out of the kitchen. His face was eager, but he hesitated to speak.
Zhou Yi glanced at the mouse head and signaled it to calm down.
After sitting down slowly in front of the wicker chair that had been placed in the center of the courtyard at an unknown time, Zhou Yifang said lazily: "You're already here, why don't you come in?"
Mrs. Chen, who was walking in front, and Chen Chi, who was reluctantly following behind, were both stunned.
The moonlight fills the air, and the fog is as thick as ink.
The faint sound of carriages drifted through the night into the courtyard.
Immediately afterwards, a beautiful carriage pulled by stone horses stopped beside the courtyard.
In front of the chariot were four soldiers with halberds and black helmets. Their faces were expressionless and as cold as ice.
The curtain opened, and a woman wearing a light yellow dress, with her hair tied up and a crown came out.
The woman is about thirty years old, wearing silk shoes under her feet, her head is tortoiseshell, her face is beautiful, and she has a cool and heroic air.
When she touched the ground with her toes, the thick darkness of night surged to both sides like split sea waves.
Buzz!
Chen Chi felt a roar in his head, followed by a complete silence. Throughout Wenhe County, ghosts and ghosts were all prostrate and kneeling, worshiping the place where the woman stood.
‘With such power, could it be that he is... the leader of a hundred ghosts and the lord of a county!'
Chen Chi's eyes widened and he looked at the ghost woman across from him in horror. His body was shaky and he felt that his heart was about to jump into his throat.
Although he followed the laws of the underworld and walked around the impermanent, all he came into contact with were imps with shallow moral practices, such as ghosts who hanged themselves, ghosts who drowned, ghosts who starved to death, etc.
Even the traveler Xiu Hua who served Master Yi Chen seemed extremely mysterious to him.
Not to mention something as powerful as the mysterious woman in front of him.
He looked at his mother eagerly.
Sure enough, my mother's soul trembled violently and was about to collapse.