Divine Eye Female Taoist

Not long after I walked, I found a small village here. I saw that the people in the village were in a hurry, as if something big had happened. It is a meal to be able to rub a meal.

I happened to meet an old man, and after asking about it, I found out that someone was getting married in the village, no wonder it was so lively.

Since the banquet will be held at noon, the old man warmly invited me to sit at his house, I did not refuse, and followed the old man to his house.

The old man is the oldest one in the village. He has no children and lives alone. Because he is a little old, he usually doesn't do much work, and the neighbors will come to help.

The old man lowered his head and fiddled with the bags under his eyes. After he was done, he took two puffs of "click, click", and then said, "Where do you come from?"

I told him what happened yesterday one by one, and the old man's face became more gloomy as I listened to it.

"To this day, I still remember Beibei's smile. That little girl is really cute."

"Bei Bei?" The old man said with a livid face, "Is there a small mole in the corner of her eye, and two dimples when she smiles?"

I was taken aback for a moment, and after thinking about it, it was only three or four miles from Sister Qiao's house to the village. Maybe the old man had seen Beibei!

"Yes! Grandpa, have you seen her?"

The old man sighed, and said slowly: "Oh! You have hit a ghost, and the two of them are already dead."

Hearing this, I just drank until the water in my mouth spurted out.

"What? Are they ghosts?"

No!If they were ghosts, why didn't my eyes respond? Could it be that they were broken.

But I thought about it again, since my eyes have returned to normal, it is normal not to see them as ghosts.

It's a pity that such a small child was so cute, how could he die?

"Master, how did they die?"

The old man was a little agitated, and with trembling hands, he handed the pipe to his mouth, and took a few puffs of "Bada, Batta".

Then he said: "They originally belonged to our village, and they lived at the east end of the village. The woman's name is Qiao'er, and she is a daughter-in-law from another place who escaped.

She is beautiful, has a sweet voice, and can sing; don't look at Qiao'er as a woman, she can endure hardships and stand hard work, she can do any dirty words, and she is better than many men.

His husband is Zhang Qiang from our village. He makes coffins. He is the only one in the ten miles and eight villages. Everyone calls him Coffin Zhang. His business is very good.

One day, Coffin Zhang was making a coffin at home, and a foreigner came here admiringly, and specially asked him to make a coffin.

Coffin Zhang saw that the visitor was generous, so he talked to Qiao'er and followed him. Who knew that he would never come back after this trip.

Qiaoer waited at home for three or four days, but did not see Zhang Qiang.

Until the seventh night, Qiaoer heard a knock on the door. "

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Qiaoer, open the door quickly."

Qiaoer, who was sleeping soundly, heard Zhang Qiang's voice and opened the door for him.

When I opened the door, I saw Zhang Qiang standing at the door with his whole body wet, holding a box in his hand.

When Qiaoer saw Zhang Qiang, she hugged Zhang Qiang and cried loudly, asking, "Where have you been these days? I thought you didn't want our mother and daughter anymore!"

Zhang Qiang kept smiling and said, "Where's our daughter? I miss her."

Qiaoer led Zhang Qiang into the house, and Zhang Qiang sat quietly on the edge of the bed and looked at his daughter without saying a word.

Qiaoer asked this for a while, and that for a while, as if there were endless things to say.

"Hungry, I'll cook for you."

Zhang Qiang looked at Qiao'er and said to her: "I should go, I just came back to see you, I am relieved that you are well."

Qiao'er froze on the spot, and said blankly: "Go, where are you going? Are you not going to want us?"

Zhang Qiang didn't speak, turned around and walked outside.

Seeing this, Qiao'er pounced on her, but she was in vain.

Only then did Qiaoer realize that what was in front of her was not a person, but a ghost, and it was Zhang Qiang's ghost who had returned home.

Qiaoer was stunned in fright, and when she came back to her senses, Zhang Qiang's ghost had long since disappeared, leaving only a row of wet footprints on the ground.

"Woo~Qiangzi, how will our mothers live if you leave! Woo~"

Later people found out that it was already late at night after Zhang Qiang finished making the coffin for someone else. The host wanted to keep him overnight and let him go in the morning, but Zhang Qiang refused desperately and insisted on going home in a hurry.

On the way home, I passed a river. Because of the darkness and the rain that had just fallen not long ago, my feet slipped and I fell into the river and drowned.

When Zhang Qiang died, Qiaoer seemed to be a different person all of a sudden. She was usually talkative and couldn't speak two words a day.

Light a bunch of candles all day and night, because the old people often say that as long as the house is bright enough, the ghosts of the dead can find their way back.

Qiaoer waited for Zhang Qiang's ghost to come home every night, but she couldn't wait. Since then, Zhang Qiang's ghost has never appeared again.

The couple waited at the door of the house every day during the day, and waited inside the house after lighting candles at night.

Seven days ago, a strong wind blew up, and the candles in Qiaoer's house were blown crookedly. The house was full of wood, and the fire suddenly caught fire.

All the young and old in the village came to fight the fire, but the fire was so big that no one dared to approach it.

Someone in the village vaguely heard Qiaoer talking: "Qiangzi, if you don't come to us, then my daughter and I will look for you. We will still be a family there."

In this way, Qiaoer and her daughter were burned to death, and Zhang Qiang's house was burned to ashes. Sometimes when the villagers passed by his house at night, they could often hear Qiaoer's singing and the little girl's laughter.

After finishing speaking, the old man couldn't help but sigh and said: "Oh! Poor little doll who is only five years old this year, it's just... gone."

Hearing what the old man said, I also felt that they were quite pitiful, but I wasted all the money for nothing.

Thinking of this, I really wish I could slap myself twice. I didn't expect that as a soul master, I would not know when I met a ghost. It was really a waste of time.

The old man looked at the sun outside, it was almost noon, he said: "Girl, let's go! I will take you to see our wedding banquet here."

"Okay!" I replied happily. When it comes to eating, I can forget everything. I can only eat two kinds of food in the mountains these years, and I am tired of eating.

Now I have the opportunity to taste delicious food, of course I will not let it go.

When I came to the house where the wedding was held, they were all very warm to me.

When I arrived, I found that although it was a happy event, the faces of the villagers were all gloomy.

My heart began to murmur: "Since it's a happy event, why don't these people have smiles on their faces?"

The old man seemed to see through my heart, and said, "Girl, don't think I'm nagging. When you get there, just eat and don't say anything."