Ghost Husband, Don't Stop

I fumbled in the trunk under my feet and pulled out a beige U-shaped pillow that Liu Chen had given me when I was in college. I was so upset when he died that I burned almost everything he had given me in front of his grave.

I reached out my hand and patted it a few times. There was a white mist in the air and it didn't work for a long time. Two days before I left Master Hong's house, I had just hung a clothesline in the courtyard to dry.

I buried my face in the pillow and took two deep breaths that smelled of sunlight.

The pillow was soft. I put the pillow around my neck, leaned back, and put the headphones back in my ears. The soothing music came on, and there was a cool breeze coming from the small air conditioner.

It didn't matter if it was comfortable or not. The long distance train shook me off and I fell asleep.

When I was in a daze, I felt a pair of ice-cold hands gently pulling my ear. My hair was a little itchy on my face. I reached out to touch it and that hand tightly grabbed my hand.

The cold temperature, the feeling of being half real and half real made my head jolt as I suddenly woke up.

But there was almost no one in the car, the old lady sitting next to me was gone, the suitcases piled at my feet were also gone, and in front of me, Taoist Su sat unmoving in his seat, looking back at me with a smile.

The one who was grabbing my hand was Mu Feng. My mind was in a state of chaos and I couldn't recover my senses.

"Ai!" "The one behind, get off, we're at the station!"

The conductor in front shouted at me. Mu Feng released my hand and placed it against my eyes. His stinging, burning eyes immediately felt much better.

Mu Feng actually knows about this old problem of mine!

My eyes have not been very good since I was a child," said Pappy. "I am a man of fire, and I was born a woman, so my body is full of fire. It's better when I grow up, and I know how to drink more water and eat something that burns.

When I was young, I had a nosebleed every summer and fall season. I don't know where I would go, but it could be on my way home from school, or I could be playing around with my friends in the village. I could have a nosebleed at any time.

After a period of nosebleeds, few of my village friends played with me any more, because the adults said I didn't know what strange illness I was suffering from, and told my children to stay away from me and not catch it.

At that time, my grandfather was quite famous in the village. My ancestors taught him the Soul Drawing Arts, so no one in the village dared to offend him. Those adults discussed me behind my back, but they didn't dare to say it out loud.

As for children, they were able to learn how to speak. What the adults in the family said at home would usually be leaked through the mouths of their own children.

I was always sad, no one played with me, even when I went to school and made new friends, but I was always scared of nosebleeds, so I was all alone there.

When I was older, my mother would tease me about my nosebleed when I was a child. It was such a small, round, small nose.

This kind of situation disappeared when I went to middle school in the town. After I stopped having nosebleeds, I finally had a few friends and finally, someone dared to come close to me.

But a town is only so big, and the students in junior high school all grew up together. Everyone knows that I used to have a nosebleed, and it spread like wildfire. In the end, the entire school knew that I was a sick person.

When I was young, I was told that I was sick, but I didn't care or take it to heart. When I was a bit older, I finally understood that the way people looked at me was called fear.

However, I no longer had a nosebleed, but instead had a problem. My eyes, whenever I slept late at night or woke up, would always feel as if my eyes were burning hot.

When I first had this problem, my father took me to a hospital in the county town for an examination. The doctor just said, 'I have a lot of pressure in my eyes, and I'm in a good mood.

After I stopped having nosebleeds, this old habit of mine accompanied me through my adolescence until I grew up and left home to go to college, and then I graduated from college.

However, when Mu Feng placed his ice-cold hand on my eyes, the pain that was so intense that it could cause one's eyes to split instantly vanished.

His yin aura slowly seeped into my eyes. Not only was it not as cold as before, it actually made me feel very comfortable.

"Do your eyes still hurt?" Mu Feng whispered into my ear.

I shook my head and closed my eyes, not moving at all. As my hands slowly withdrew, I opened my eyes and the scene before me became clear. Taoist Su had already picked up his luggage and beckoned for me.

I bent down and pulled my suitcase out from under the seat and got out at the conductor's urging.

He got off the car and saw two big words written on the entrance of the train station: Shanghai canal.

Dao Elder Su said that the monastery he was at was called the Three Immortal Monastery and it was located at the foot of Mount Hua.

There were many people standing at the entrance of the train station. These people were not ordinary passengers. There were men and women, mostly middle-aged men and women. They were all holding a sign in their hands.

Those people held signs in their hands, and their mouths were not idle. As long as a customer walked out from the station, they would be surrounded by a group of people, asking them where the passengers were going.

Some of them went to the surrounding counties, some of them went back to the village from Shanghai Ditch Station. When Taoist Su and I came out, we were naturally stopped by those long-distance drivers.

I took a look around and saw that none of these people had a sign that said "Hua Wu Mountain".

Meanwhile, Daoist Priest Su waved his hand towards the drivers with a gentle expression and pointed towards the opposite direction.

Those people immediately understood and let go of Daoist Su and me.

I looked in the direction of Taoist Su's finger. There were several buses parked on the opposite side of the road. There was also a piece of paper stuck on the lower part of the window.

It turned out that these buses parked across the road were the ones that went up the mountain.

There were only three buses, and all of them were headed for the mountain. Below the bus stood a driver, who was smoking while leaning against the door. If we can't make this trip, then we'll wait for the next one! "

The bus was full of passengers, all waiting to leave. Taoist Su waved at me and sped up his pace a little, telling me to get on the train as soon as possible. It was not a tourist season, and no tourists visited the Three Fog Mountain, so the long-distance drivers would only leave when the train was full.

The car in front of us is almost full. If we can't get in this one, we'll have to wait for the empty car behind us.