Strange Tales of the Ghosts - Chapter 33

[Chapter 33 Happy Buddha (11)]

Wang Liu first went to the temple to worship the Bodhisattva. After worshipping the Bodhisattva, he went home with an empty basket. There was a distance from the temple to her house. She had to pass a small river. There were no people near the river. It was a short road. Few people go. Because she was used to walking, she didn’t feel anything by herself, but when she walked three or four feet, she realized that something was wrong. She always felt that someone was following her, but when she looked back, there was no one behind her. No. Such a strange mood made her feel uncomfortable, so she quickened her pace, but no matter how fast she walked, she still felt that someone was following, and if she was fast, the other party was fast, and when she was slow, the other party was slow. People are most afraid of suspicion. Sometimes they were safe, but their own suspicion killed him. Wang Liu was just so careless, he slipped and fell into the water with a thud.

“Help… help.” Wang Liu’s two hands were paddling in the water, and she wanted to call for help, but she frequently drank water. She fell into the water after not holding on for long, and there was nothing but a diabolo basket floating on the river. can not see.

Wang Liu’s body was found three days later. It was floating on the river. The body was swollen and doubled than usual. Seeing this scene, her husband was not sad, and said lightly: ” Why did he die?” All he thought was that some wives died, who would wash and cook for him in the future, and that it was too troublesome to organize funerals, and because of ethics, he was afraid that others would make irresponsible remarks. With the support of his family and his wife’s parents, the funeral was done.

As a result, the story about Zhao Tianhu and Su Qingmo became more and more mysterious among the neighbors. Some people said that after Zhao Tianhu and Su Qingmo died, they became ghosts and came to seek revenge for those who disrespected them. Wang Liu’s is the best. For example, he just said bad things about Su Qingmo, and the person fell into the river. In the city, everyone who heard this was dubious, and the only one who didn’t believe it was Li Bandian. This Li Bandian is over fifty years old and is considered a monk, but no one knows where he became a monk or where he is from. He only knows that he came here thirty years ago, and no one has a deep friendship with him. , he also does not like to interact with people. In normal times, he helps some people to earn some money by doing rituals, and buys some wine for the extra. He loves wine and often gets very drunk.

On this day, Li Bandian was sitting in a pub drinking, and heard someone talking about Zhao Tianhu and Su Qingmo, saying that Wang Liu was killed by the ghosts of Zhao Tianhu and Su Qingmo, Li Bandian laughed and carried Half a pot of wine walked to the table, patted the table and said, “Nonsense! Then Wang Liu died by himself!”

“Go go, you stinky Taoist priest, what’s the matter with you when we chat here.” The young son gave him a disgusting glance and rushed Li Bandian away. Not only did Li Bandian not leave, but instead he sat in front of others and pointed at the young son, yelling, “You people are just chatty on weekdays, and you have retribution!”

“Crazy!” , Pour simply, after putting the wine money on the table, he left. Li Bandian just sat there, and stood up staggeringly until the two people were far away. The young man in the pub was very familiar with him and knew that he was drunk, so he ignored him and let him stumble out. off the street.

[End of This Chapter]