Chapter 471: The truth of a feather weighs a thousand pounds "Brother Su, there are fewer and fewer people in this temple." "After a few years, it will become lively again." "I don't know how many years it will take." "It's good to be quiet..." Two ghosts were talking downstairs. However, they never expected that the night wind blew away the clouds and revealed the moon, a little moonlight and a bit of yin energy, and the three people who passed by the attic on their way to the toilet actually heard their voices. When I turned around, there was no one around. The old man was silent for a moment, then immediately started cursing: "Where did this bastard come from! Making trouble here! "Do you believe I will chop you to death? I will dig up your graves and feed your bones to the dogs! "Get out of here now! "Son of a bitch..."

The old man cursed, using extremely foul words, and walked away quickly. The two ghosts were left standing there in a daze, staring at each other. One of the ghosts looked obviously unhappy. Only after the old man walked away did the other ghost smile and sigh: "Alas, don't blame them. This is how legends are told. We were once human beings, too. It was the same when we encountered such things in our lives." "That's too harsh a curse!" "He just thought we were evil ghosts who wanted to harm them, so he wanted to act like he was not easy to mess with. Don't blame him, don't blame him." The ghost surnamed Su said, "Eh? Brother Mo, isn't this the same as when we misunderstood that young man and wrote poems and insults on him in the attic?" "This... too." The ghost surnamed Mo then fell silent. However, at this moment, a voice came from upstairs: "As expected, there are humans who are worse than monsters, and there are monsters who are better than humans. These days, it's hard to say who is good and who is evil between humans and monsters." When the two ghosts heard the sound, they immediately looked up. With a sudden sound, the two disappeared. Not long after, two ghosts quietly emerged from the floor and looked around, just like they did back then. Compared to the past, they are much thinner and more erratic. But they saw two Taoists, a man and a woman, upstairs. The Qian Taoist was sitting on a long couch, and the Kun Taoist was sitting cross-legged on a large black carpet spread on the ground. A fox and a cat were squatting on the ground, staring at them. The two ghosts should have been scared, but Lin Jue looked somewhat familiar. Especially the man was bowing to them: "Mr. Su, Mr. Mo, we haven't seen each other for many years, why are you still here?" "You...you are..."

"Young Master? He looks almost the same as before!" "It's rare that you two still remember me." Lin Jue said, "I passed by the old place and came back to visit again. Unexpectedly, I met old friends again. It was really a pleasant surprise and full of emotion." "Really, young master..." "My dear! We..." The two ghosts looked at him, then passed his gaze over him and looked at the wall behind him. The poem they had written was still faintly visible, and they couldn't help but reveal a look of shame. "It was just a misunderstanding, who can be blamed? There's no need to talk about those things." Lin Jue asked, "I'm just curious, didn't I inform your relatives back then, and they also came to this temple and took your bodies back to bury them? Why didn't you leave with the bodies, but stayed here for so many years?" "It's a long story..." The two looked at each other and made a long story short: "When the master left, we didn't recognize his good intentions. We only thought he was a greedy and treacherous person. We regretted that we had misjudged him. We cursed him day and night in the attic, and everyone passing by knew about it. Later, we realized his painstaking efforts. We regretted and blamed ourselves for ruining his reputation. We couldn't face him, and we couldn't just leave like that..." The ghost named Mo said. "Let me tell you." The ghost surnamed Su took over the conversation. "Brother Mo thinks that since Langjun is such an upright person and is from Huizhou, he will definitely come back to visit us in the future. Fortunately, the two of us have been ghosts for a long time and have some skills. Therefore, Brother Mo and I sacrificed our skills and stayed here by force, waiting for Langjun and apologizing to him in person. Otherwise, we will not rest in peace." But I never thought that this wait would last nearly twenty years. "Twenty years..." Lin Jue was also a little dazed for a moment. Just because of a little regret in my heart? No wonder there are people in the world who say that many ghosts are stubborn. No wonder this ghost named Su was able to deliver bones thousands of miles away, from the border to Huizhou. At this time, it is even more sad - If we talk about what happened back then, we really can't blame anyone. If we must blame someone, it's that one party didn't act perfectly enough, or the other party lacked a little patience. But there's really no need to worry about that. It's enough to just say that it was a coincidence and a wonderful fate. In fact, their speculation was correct. Lin Jue had originally planned to come back to take a look, but he didn't come back because he heard from the master on Langtou Mountain that their families had come to the temple and had confirmed that their bodies had been brought back, so they were relieved. Who would have thought that this would delay them for nearly twenty years. How could ordinary people imagine that there really is a ghost, and that they would wait for so many days and months just because of an apology in person. "You two are really rare heroes in the world." Lin Jue sighed and said, "There is nothing to apologize for. The three people downstairs misunderstood you, but you can still forgive them. The fate between us is even more wonderful and interesting. I also received financial help from you two. There is nothing to apologize for. It's just fate." "We have tarnished your reputation!" The ghost surnamed Su regretted it deeply, as if it was a big deal to him. "You can scold us as much as you want!" "Please forgive me, my dear!" The ghost named Mo also bowed deeply. "It's just a trivial matter, but your noble character makes it seem like a thousand pounds of importance." Lin Jue said, "In this case, you two should leave this place as soon as possible and return to your hometown." "Where can we go back to..." "We should have followed the corpse back then, but now the corpse is not here, and our souls have nowhere to rely on. It is not easy for us to stay in this attic for a while and not be worn away by time. We can't leave this attic easily anymore. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to go back again." But the Taoist priest said in a carefree manner: "How difficult is that? I will send you two back!" "My dear?"

The two ghosts felt strange and looked at Lin Jue. Lin Jue spoke softly - "Whoo~" A breath of fairy air was exhaled and sprayed onto them. At this moment, the two ghosts' originally weak and erratic souls immediately condensed, and it seemed as if they were protected by immortal energy, and they were not afraid of wind, rain, or scorching sun. "You two can go back now." "This……" The two ghosts still looked at Lin Jue in surprise. "After leaving here, I have studied Taoism for many years and have become an immortal now." Lin Jue said with a smile, "Let's end our fate here." Then he bowed respectfully to them: "Thank you for the money you gave me back then!" "Thank you, my dear, for bringing the letter and collecting the bones!" "Thank you for your help again today!" Both parties were very solemn and greeted each other. One party remained upstairs with a smile on his face, while the other party breathed a sigh of relief, his knot was resolved, and sank down from the wooden board in the attic again. Lin Jue looked down through the window. The junior sister also came over. The two men came downstairs, dusted their robes, turned back to greet them, and then walked out of the yard. The three men went to the toilet and just came out when they saw two more guests in the yard. One of them was curious and the other two were alert. Before they could do anything, they saw the two guests move forward and disappear through the yard wall as if they had disappeared into thin air. "These two..." The junior sister turned around and looked at her senior brother. "This is the integrity that Dajiang cultivated during the peaceful and prosperous times." Lin Jue said to her, "Such righteous men are rare in the world today." The junior sister nodded, her expression calm. She looked down at Caili again, wanting to give it a lecture, but she saw the cat closed its ears and stared at her with an innocent face. The junior sister had no choice but to look away and pointed at the wall: “Then these poems…” “It’s good to stay here.” "I think so." ……

The next morning, it was a nice day. Breakfast was porridge with wild vegetables, with very few grains of coarse grains, and no pickled radish or fermented tofu. But they both ate it all. After breakfast, Lin Jue put the few small changes and copper coins he had on him into the temple’s donation box and said goodbye to the old monk. "Master, you asked us before if we encountered any ghosts last night. Now I will tell you that we did." Lin Jue bowed to the old monk. "However, I have talked with them and persuaded them to leave this place and return home. There should be no more ghosts in the attic from now on." "really?" "It's natural." Lin Jue looked at the old monk and felt more and more familiar with him. In a trance, it seemed as if I saw the slightly plump monk who served me porridge and rice. One was middle-aged, the other was old, and the two faces gradually overlapped. "Thank you, Master, for letting me stay overnight. I'll take my leave now." Lin Jue bowed again before turning around and leaving. The old monk frowned at him, then turned around and looked at the attic behind him, which he also felt was inexplicably familiar. When did the rumor about the haunted attic spread? Of course he won't forget. At the same time, Lin Jue was walking leisurely in the mountains, taking a nap in the bamboo forest, and sleeping in the dappled sunshine, just like a god. Suddenly I heard voices on the road below. The voice was surprisingly familiar. After listening carefully, I realized it was the three people from last night. It was noon now and the sun was very strong. They got bolder and, bored as they were on the side of the road, started talking about ghost stories in the temple attic. That incident back then, the young scholar who dared to drive away the evil spirit halfway, and the agreement to bring the letter to collect the bones were originally a beautiful story. Later, the ghost in the attic cursed and wrote poems to curse, which became known to everyone. Then, the ghost in the attic regretted it, and the beautiful story became a strange thing. For more than ten years, people on this road have been talking about it with relish. But no one probably knows that the young scholar came back again more than ten years later. "Junior sister, please go back to Beijing. Your Ziyun is still waiting for you." Lin Jue said, "I want to go to Zhongshan first to visit the Xuanming Master and ask him some questions." "it is good!" The bamboo forest was mottled with light and shadow, just like the mountain road that year. The junior sister suddenly transformed into a white swan. When the breeze blew, the whole mountain was filled with waves. Swans and sparrows also flew up with the wind and soon flew away along the green bamboo mountain. More fog descended from the sky and gathered into white clouds under the Taoist's feet, carrying a man and a fox, flying towards the horizon. (End of this chapter)