Huang Quan's companion

Chapter 39

When they went to visit Min Yuejun, he was already awake, looking at the letter at his desk.

After the disciple reported, Min Yuejun pressed the letter under the paperweight, put on his coat and walked out the door: "What's wrong?"

Yang Jinshu bowed and said, "Master Min, please forgive me for disturbing you in the middle of the night. I heard Daoist Rong Rong say that you are sick, do you know if you are getting better now?"

Min Yuejun glanced at the magic stick beside him, nodded, "It's okay."

Yang Jinshu saw that he had regained his usual expression, so he continued: "We have been harassing at Qinglian Temple for more than a month, thanks to Daoist Min for not giving up, not only helping us, but also teaching us how to practice, I would like to thank the Daoist for his kindness."

He Tang, Shi Tianning, and Wan Niang bowed solemnly to him, and Zhu Xiaowu followed their example and bowed down, saying politely, "Thank you, Master."

Ruyi and Lao Fang also thanked each other again and again: "Master Min has a kind heart, thank you very much."

Seeing them thanking them so solemnly, Min Yuejun guessed something, and asked, "Leaving?"

"Yes, it's over here, so don't bother me any more." Yang Jinshu looked at Zhu Xiaowu, who had recovered his sanity, which reassured them a lot, "We plan to go back to the county seat and discuss with Zishan's mother about his destination... ..."

Min Yuejun nodded, and reminded: "There is an gossip formation set up by an expert in Zhu's house, it is very evil, you'd better not get close to it easily, let Mrs. Ruyi wait to discuss it."

"Eh? The Zhu family's magic circle was not set up by Qinglian Temple?" He Tang was surprised.

Yun Cang shook his head at the side: "We are only responsible for catching ghosts, the other magic circles were not set up by my disciples."

They didn't pay attention to these, but since Min Yuejun specially reminded them, they should be more careful.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Min Yuejun asked his disciples to take care of the three living people, and he stopped greeting other ghosts.

The crowd left in twos and threes, and Min Yuejun stood in front of the door and watched silently, seeing that they were gradually leaving, leaving only a magic stick pretending to be a wooden figure.

He asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going?"

Shen stick raised his hand and stretched his waist, as if he hadn't heard this sentence, he missed him and walked into the house: "I'll sleep for a while, you can do whatever you want."

Min Yuejun: "..."

What does a ghost sleep at night!

He didn't pierce, stood at the door for a while, and said to Yun Cang: "You guys go back and rest, we will discuss things tomorrow."

"Yes, the disciple retire."

Min Yuejun glanced at the sky in the distance, there was no wind, no moon, and dark clouds covered the top, as if a storm was about to come.

He remembered what he had written in the letter, heaved a long sigh, turned and went back to the house.

The next day, it really rained cats and dogs.

Ruyi and Lao Fang took Xiao Wu to say goodbye, but Min Yuejun didn't show up, and the disciples of Qinglian Guan sent them all the way down the mountain, helped them pack their cars and horses, and Fang turned back to the mountain.

He Tang and the others stayed in the dungeon for another day, and they left at night. Before they left, they wanted to chat with the magic stick, but they heard from other disciples that he had traveled with Min Yuejun and was no longer in the audience.

In addition to being disappointed, they had no reason to continue to stay, and rushed down the mountain according to their schedule.

It rained heavily for more than two days, making it easier for the four ghosts to travel. On the contrary, Ruyi and his party were delayed and stopped in a small town three hundred miles away from Qinglian Temple.

The small town is called Futu, and it was rebuilt a hundred years ago by an eminent monk who helped the residents here.Back then, this place suffered from the plague, and half of the town's people died, so it was not easy to rebuild.The eminent monk named this place Futu Town, hoping that the residents would accumulate merit and do more good deeds.

Futu Town pays more attention to Buddha than Taoism. There are four or five Buddhist temples in the town, which are full of incense. It is the most famous place where devout Buddhists live together in more than a dozen nearby towns.Because of this, people in the town tend to be kind, and there are few serious evils. When there are ghosts in the surrounding towns, the place is still peaceful and quiet.

He Tang squatted outside the city gate, and said sadly: "Actually, although I was an atheist before, I still respected Buddhism quite a bit, but now I dare not enter the door because of the Buddha's light, it's too bad!"

Shi Tianning stood a few steps away and smiled: "You can break in, maybe you will meet a kind-hearted monk who will read a few sutras for you to save."

"Where is the matter of reciting a few sutras?" He Tang rolled his eyes, stood up and said, "Xiao Wu and the others live in the town, but we can't get in, what should we do?"

Wan Niang suggested: "Why don't we continue on our way and wait on the way they must go to the next place?"

Yang Jinshu raised his hands and looked at the heavy rain in the sky: "This rain will last for several days, we can't wait outside for so long. It's cloudy and rainy with thunder and lightning, Xiao Wu and the others are fine in town, we are afraid we will get into trouble."

He Tang was curious: "Why?"

Shi Tianning replied on his behalf: "This kind of weather is easy to breed resentment. Murdered ghosts like to pick this kind of time to come and go. This kind of wet weather is already annoying. Resentment can't be suppressed, and it's easy to generate fierce ghosts, some demons also prefer to come out to look for food on this kind of day."

Yang Jinshu continued: "We are not familiar with this place, so it is not wise to stay in a place where there are few people. If we encounter ghosts, we can still deal with it, but if we encounter demons, we may not be able to fight against them."

He Tang learned the lessons from the previous few times and knew that he should not put himself in danger easily, so he said, "Then we are going to venture into Futu Town?"

Wan Niang was a little reluctant: "What should I do if I meet a monk who meddles in other people's business?"

"There are only a few Buddhist temples in this town. We won't come out to beg for alms in heavy rain. We won't run into monks as soon as we enter the door, right? Be careful and avoid trouble." Seeing that she was still frowning, Shi Tianning added , "If you are afraid of accidents, hide behind me."

Wan Niang glanced at him: "You are just a ghost, can you resist the boundless Dharma?"

"Eminent monks who have attained the Tao usually don't like to run around." He Tang said based on his own experience, "The ones who come out must be young monks who have not practiced well. They have to practice, and the eminent monks all chant scriptures in Buddhist temples."

"Nonsense." Yang Jinshu smiled at him helplessly, and said to them, "Hide in my Shura umbrella. With this protection, you should be able to avoid the Buddha statues in the town."

"This is a good idea!" Shi Tianning clapped his hands and said happily, "The Asura Umbrella is a treasure in the underworld. How can a small Buddha statue in a mortal's home compare to it? Come, let's take an umbrella."

But He Tang hesitated: "How about... let's wait another night?"

"how?"

"I can't tell, I always feel...as if something is going to happen."

"..." Shi Tianning stared at him, "He Tang, is your hunch right?"

"How do I know? I'm not a magic stick... I can tell fortunes."

"If you don't know for sure, I'm going to beat you."

"I have a hunch that you are going to hit me, right? Because a hunch is usually a bad hunch."

"...that makes sense."

Yang Jinshu saw that the two of them were bickering again, so he persuaded: "Ruyi and the others will definitely stay in the inn tonight and will not leave this town. Why don't we stay outside the town for one night and discuss it tomorrow?"

Shi Tianning nodded: "It's fine, but it's nearby. Other ghosts don't dare to approach Futu Town, and we don't have to worry about ghosts coming to disturb us."

Soon, they accepted this opinion, sat on the ground and watched the rain from the sky pass through their bodies, feeling very strange.

He Tang said awkwardly, "Jin Shu, why don't we put up our umbrellas, it's weird to be in the rain like this."

Yang Jinshu also thought it was silly for the ghosts to sit around in the heavy rain, so he put up the Shura umbrella, but unexpectedly, the umbrella actually blocked the heavy rain, which made everyone very happy.

He Tang clapped his hands and said, "This atmosphere is the most suitable for storytelling! Let's tell a story!"

"Tell a story? What story do you want to hear?"

"Anything you want, everyone takes turns telling one." He Tang looked at Yang Jinshu, "Jinshu, you read a lot, so you talk about it first."

Yang Jinshu thought for a while, and seeing He Tang looking at him expectantly, he smiled and said, "Since He Tang and I got married because of a ghost marriage, then I will tell a story about the ghost marriage."

He Tang hadn't heard much about other people's ghost marriage stories, so his curiosity suddenly doubled: "Tell me quickly!"

"Once upon a time there was a fisherman who lived by the sea. He was a well-known fisherman in the local area. Every time he went to sea, he harvested the most. He was experienced, skilled and agile in navigating ships, and was very popular. But when he was 30 years old, he unfortunately encountered shipwreck. , when he narrowly escaped death in a boat and returned to the shore, he was already covered in wounds. After the doctor’s diagnosis and treatment, although he was fine, he could no longer go fishing. Since then, although he can still go out to sea, he has never Not as good as other fishermen."

He Tang knew immediately after thinking about it: "His self-esteem can't bear it..."

Yang Jinshu nodded, and continued: "He can only live with his savings from the first half of his life. Later, he lived alone for a long time, and he became a little lonely. He wanted to marry, but there was no suitable girl. The fisherman once saw her in the sea. A beautiful and gentle woman, the woman has soft and beautiful long silver hair, exquisite and beautiful facial features, although she can't speak, she can wander in the deep sea and play with fish schools. The fisherman is obsessed with the woman and wants to find someone to share with her Similar girls are husband and wife. The matchmaker helped him search for a long time, and finally found a girl who was very similar to what he described in the next city."

He Tang looked up to the sky and sighed: "Sure enough, human beings' imagination of beauties under the sea is regardless of time and space..."

Yang Jinshu smiled and continued: "The fisherman wanted to marry that woman back home, but suddenly he heard that the woman fell ill and died suddenly, and the woman's family planned to marry her to the dead son of another wealthy family as a ghost wife. The fisherman panicked and asked the matchmaker to intercede. Unexpectedly, the woman's family insisted that unmarried women should not enter the ancestral grave, but must marry someone else, and have a home. The fisherman gritted his teeth and threw himself into the sea to die. Before he died, he asked the matchmaker to take him together Bury at the bottom of the sea and be a married couple in the underworld."

He Tang was dumbfounded: "In order to marry a daughter-in-law... it's hard work."

"The woman's family didn't expect the fisherman to throw herself into the sea for this yin relative, so they were moved and agreed to the marriage. The matchmaker arranged a simple sea ghost marriage for the fisherman and the woman, and put their bodies on the wooden boat. A year later, a small wooden boat slowly floated back to the shore, and there was a baby girl in the boat. The strange thing was that the baby girl had silver hair, and her facial features were somewhat similar to those of the deceased woman. Some people speculate that this is the baby girl born after the beauty in the sea stole their souls, and some people say that the beauty in the sea was originally a ghost who was buried in the bottom of the sea. ...But this is just a story I read from an anecdote, so I don’t know if it’s true or not.”

"It's just a story, don't care if it's true or not." He Tang didn't care, "But...Jin Shu, why do bachelors always have obsession with dark marriages?"

Shi Tianning laughed and corrected him: "It's the dead bachelor who is obsessed with dark marriages. Jin Shu died early, and he hasn't married yet, so he is naturally not reconciled."

He Tang: "Really?"

Yang Jinshu shyly said: "I always feel that dying of illness is worthless. If I go to the Palace of the Underworld, people ask me, I don't even have a wife... let alone worthless."

He Tang was speechless for a long while, before choking out a sentence: "The only wish before and after death is to marry a daughter-in-law... How can such an idea have any future?!"