One Punch Monk

Chapter 6 Oops, we are ghosts!
The mountains are raining, and the bamboo forest is shaking slightly.

The rain outside the teahouse was getting heavier, gusts of wind drifted through the bamboo leaves, and the shadow of the bamboo forest appeared a little strange.

At this time, it was just at dawn, but there was no light in the sky, and it was very quiet outside the teahouse, only the rustling of the rain hitting the bamboo leaves could be heard, which seemed particularly abrupt in the silence.

"That night, I was sheltering from the rain in the ruined temple, and the rain was so heavy.

Suddenly, there was a dull and rapid knock on the door.

bang bang bang bang bang bang
I found a female ghost outside the door looking at me! "

"What does that female ghost look like?" The owner of the teahouse next to her asked curiously. Immediately, the proprietress twisted her thigh severely, grinning her teeth in pain.

"The female ghost had a ferocious face, sharp teeth were exposed when she opened her mouth, blood was all over her face, and her eyes were red.

She was wearing a black dress, her cheeks were scorched, she couldn't see her face clearly, and her hair was disheveled. "

Then came the sound of "bang", and the scholar actually fell from the bench to the ground, his body was trembling, and beads of sweat stood out on his forehead.

Obviously, even telling ghost stories and recalling the scene at that time scares him now.

The scholar no longer talked about it, and he looked like this again, which aroused everyone's curiosity, wanting to know what weird and terrifying things happened to him later.

Seeing that Mingyue also wanted to listen but wanted to keep her posture, Shen Budu was also happy to be a laughing stock.

"and then?"

Hearing the little monk's question, the scholar regained his composure in a second, wiped the sweat from his forehead, his body stopped shaking, and sat back on the bench to continue talking.

"—and then I woke up."

That's it?

Several audience members were extremely dissatisfied, and even the proprietress who was about to pour him another glass of wine put the jug back angrily.

The scholar unconsciously touched the red string on his wrist, and continued with a smirk, "As soon as it dawned, I was in a hurry to scoop up water from the water tank in the yard to wash my pants. Coincidentally, my father also came to wash my pants. Guess what?"

This time no one cheered him on, they all looked at him coldly.

The scholar also had a thick skin, and continued talking on his own, giving the story a twist.

"My father said, son, your mother gave me a dream last night, saying that she would introduce you to a blind date.

At that time, my father woke up from the fright. He said that your mother has been dead for more than ten years and has never given me a dream. After thinking about it, it is time to find you a wife.

Later, my father tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. At dawn, he barely stared at him, but my mother gave him a dream again, saying that the girl had a crush on me!I was going to take me away, but it turned out"

After throwing out the magic reversal, there was still no one to cheer him on. After waiting for a while, the scholar continued to talk.

"My father said that the girl said that someone has already taken a fancy to me!
I'm still wondering, I usually study at home, and I don't have a chance to meet girls.

As a result, my father said, and the girl said, the one who fell in love with me is under my bed!
I was terrified. I pulled my father and didn't care about washing the pants. We took a hoe and a kitchen knife and boldly lifted the bed board.

Guess what? "

This time the scholar became more conscious, touched the red string on his wrist, and continued to talk.

"There is a woman under the bed, who looks like a flower and jade, but her complexion is a little pale.

She asked me quietly, you said, what is our relationship? "

Several people took turns guessing, some said old lover, some said marriage in previous life, some said childhood sweetheart, some said murder for life, the scholars all shook their heads one by one.

It was the turn of Shen Budu who had been silent all this time, Shen Budu looked at the scholar and asked tentatively.

"Bunk beds?"

"."

The scholar finally revealed the answer to the mystery.

"She is the person I drew."

In the following stories, the scholar would not say more anyway, leaving plenty of room for imagination to the audience.

But judging by his desolate and wandering appearance, it might not be a good result.

The boss and the proprietress of the tea house have finished telling the ghost stories they have experienced.

The heavy rain outside showed no sign of stopping.

So, the next thing to tell is the story of the merchant.

A merchant's desire to express is not as strong as a scholar's, and he doesn't know how to start and change, and then break the chapters and wait for others to praise him, so he just talked about it in a straightforward manner.

"When Jiushi was 13 years old, I crossed the Yellow River from Linjin County in Weibei Prefecture on Guanzhong Road to Puban and went to Yubi County in Nanfen Prefecture on Hedong Road. At that time, I followed the caravan to sell Lantian jade to Taiyuan."

Jiushi is the fourth reign title of Empress Wuzhou, which means "Longevity and Jiushi". Only immortals can live forever. Simple, she wants to work hard to become a fairy.

As for the previous three years of Zhengsheng, Shengli, and Shengong, they are basically literal.

The merchant frowned, sighed and said, "I was also greedy for money back then. When I saw a copper coin on the side of the road, I thought it was nobody's asking for it, so I picked it up myself. I was also confused at the time. Money? Even a penny, if someone sees it, it will definitely not be my turn, but in the end, it is a piece of life money, and only I can see it."

"What happened later?" The scholar was very enthusiastic about cheering the merchant up.

However, the merchant failed to live up to his expectations. The story he told did not have any twists and turns. He just said that he hired a monk from the Shenlong Temple in Chang’an, Xijing, and exhausted his family’s wealth to drive away the evil spirits. Therefore, he realized that this trip was a way to save money and avoid disasters. .

Storytelling by merchants is not as interesting as that of scholars, and there is no room for imagination.

Those four people looked at the three of Shen Budu, expecting them to tell some interesting stories.

Shen Budu didn't speak, instead he pondered for a moment and asked the merchant.

"Have you ever thought about it. Actually, you can put the ghost's life money into the merit box of Shenlong Temple, and let the Buddha fight with him?"

The merchant was taken aback for a moment, and then his whole body trembled like a dazzled cake.

Hang Shang's body began to show a few fissures that trembled and twisted.

This is obviously not what the human body will produce when it is extremely excited, at least people should not have such cracks.

The four people at the table in the teahouse didn't feel it at all.

Hang Shang just exclaimed again and again: "Little Master, why do you have such a bold idea?"

"Young monk has another bold idea."

Shen Budu looked at the four "persons" and said, "Is it possible that the one who tells ghost stories in the roadside teahouse is also a ghost?"

"Impossible" the scholar waved his hands again and again.

"Absolutely impossible!"

The boss shook his head seriously, but was slapped by the boss lady.

"Why did you slap me in the face? Didn't you say you should twist your thighs when outsiders are around?"

The proprietress pointed at his gradually blurred body, and the restaurant owner realized that his thighs had disappeared.

"Oops, we are ghosts!"

The boss stared blankly at the third leg that was about to disappear.

"Miss, don't you have something?"

These were the last words spoken by the restaurant owner before he disappeared.

Looking back, the clouds are scattered and the rain is harvested. How can there be any teahouses?
It's just a barren tomb outside the bamboo forest by the roadside.

Shen Budu looked at the blue figure that disappeared far away, and fell into thought.

I didn't want to harm them, what was the plotter planning?
Could it be that he wanted to tell them two not-so-exciting ghost stories?

Shen Budu's question did not get an answer, and there was no clue here, as if in a dream, the three of them looked at each other in dismay, and then embarked on the journey again.

After a while, several mysterious men in black robes came back from the sky, looked at the barren tombs that were already being searched for the second time, and then looked at the Chenjia Village in the distance.

The first person gritted his teeth and said.

"...Who the hell is it that killed this hall master's cunt! This hall master will not let you go!"

"hateful!"

(End of this chapter)