The mountains and rains are drifting, and the bamboo forest is slightly shaken.

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

It was dawn at this time, but the sky was light and there was no light at all. It was quiet outside the teahouse, and only a few rustling sounds of rain hitting bamboo leaves, which seemed particularly abrupt in this silence.

“That night, I was sheltering from the dilapidated temple, and it was so heavy.

Suddenly, a dull and rapid knock on the door sounded.

Bang bang bang...bang bang bang..."

After waiting for a while, the scholar's eyes were vague and he was still repeating "Bang bang bang".

After counting it almost seven or eight times, Chen Budu finally couldn't help but interrupted and asked.

"Chain the door, then what?"

The scholar turned his head and continued to tell the story strangely as if he was waiting for the NPC in a conversation.

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

"What does that female ghost look like?" the teahouse owner next to him asked curiously, and then the boss's wife twisted her thighs hard, grinning in pain.

"The female ghost's face was ferocious, and when she opened her mouth, she showed sharp teeth, her face was covered with blood and her eyes were red.

She was wearing a black dress, her cheeks were burnt, her appearance was not visible, and her hair was scattered.

She looked at me as if she was looking at something rare.

I was frightened and immediately ran to the window, ready to jump out of the window and escape, but as soon as I took two steps, I heard a creaking sound and the window was locked.

I screamed 'Ah!'."

Then there was a "bang" sound, and the scholar actually fell to the ground from the bench, his body trembling, and beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead were rising.

Obviously, even when telling ghost stories and recalling the scenes at that time, he was still frightened by now.

The scholar stopped telling and looked like this, which made everyone's curiosity aroused. He wanted to know what strange and terrifying things he encountered in the future.

When I saw Mingyue, I wanted to listen, but I had to keep my posture. I was happy to be a supporting actor if I couldn't do it.

"Then what?"

After hearing the little monk's question, the scholar recovered calmly in a second. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and stopped shaking. He sat back on the bench and continued to tell.

“——I woke up later.”

That's it?

Several listeners were extremely dissatisfied, and even the boss lady who was about to pour him another glass of wine was so angry that she put the wine pot back.

The scholar unconsciously touched the red rope on his wrist and continued with a smirk: "As soon as it dawn, I was in a hurry to go to the water tank in the yard to scoop water and wash my pants. It happened that my father also came to wash his pants. What do you think?"

This time no one supported him, and they all looked at him coldly.

The scholar was also thick-skinned and continued to tell himself, bringing a reversal to the story.

"My father said, son, your mother asked me to dream last night and said she would introduce you to a blind date partner.

I woke up from my father at that time. He said that your mother had been dead for more than ten years and had never dreamed of me. It was time to find a wife for you.

Later, my father tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. It was dawn that he could barely glared at him. As a result, my mother asked him to dream again, saying that the girl fell in love with me! She was going to take me away, but the end..."

He threw out the God’s reversal, but no one supported him. After waiting for a while, the scholar continued to talk.

"My father said, the girl said someone had fallen in love with me!

I was wondering, I usually study at home and I didn’t have the chance to meet a girl.

As a result, my father said that the girl said that the one who fell in love with me was under my bed!

I was frightened and didn't bother to wash my pants when I pulled my dad. We both took the hoe and kitchen knife and took the courage to lift the bed board.

Guess what?”

This time the scholar realized a little, touched the red rope on his wrist, and continued to talk.

"There is really a woman under the bed who looks like a flower and a little pale.

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

At this point, the scholar kept silent. Obviously, if he didn't give him a supporting role, he would never continue to talk about it anyway.

Several people took turns to guess. Some said they were old lovers, some said they had marriages in their past lives, some said they were childhood sweethearts, and some said they killed someone to pay for their lives. The scholars shook their heads one by one.

It was Chen Budu, who had not spoken, so Chen Budu looked at the scholar and asked tentatively.

"Boom and bottom?"

“…”

The scholar finally revealed the answer.

"She is the one I drew."

In the future, the scholar refused to say more about the story, leaving enough room for imagination for the audience.

But looking at his down-and-out look, it probably won't be a good result.

The owner and the boss of the teahouse have already told the ghost stories they have experienced.

The heavy rain outside did not mean to stop.

So, what we will tell next is the story of the businessman.

The merchant did not drink alcohol, but instead took a sip of tea soup without adding salt, pepper, aged vinegar, sugar and other substances to moisten his throat and started talking simply.

The desire for businessmen to express themselves is not as strong as scholars, and they will not have any ups and downs. Then they will talk about the routine of supporting the actors out of context and start straightforwardly.

"In the thirteenth year of long sight, I went from Linjin County, Weibei Prefecture, Guanzhong Road, to cross the Yellow River, and to Yubi County, Nanfen Prefecture, Hedong Road. At that time, I followed the caravan to Taiyuan. Don't listen to the name of Yubi, which is called "Yubi", it is actually an ancient battlefield in the Wei Dynasty. It has nothing except a mass pit and a city."

Jiushi is the fourth year of the Empress Wu Zhou, which means "long-lasting vision". The only one who can live forever in the world is immortal. The Immortal Sect has been granted the Ancestral Dragon Lord for nearly a thousand years. The meaning of this year's name is very simple. She wants to work hard to become an immortal.

As for the previous three year names of the saint, holy calendar and divine skills, they are basically literal.

"I heard from the old man." The teahouse owner nodded and interrupted and explained: "At that time, the witch clan in the north ruled the north of the Middle-earth people. The witch clan's body refiners were extremely powerful. After several jade bi battles, the loess on the plateaus around Yubi City were dyed into red soil. There were many essences and bloods of the witch clan's body refiners, and they are still red today."

"Yes, but the strange things I encountered actually have nothing to do with the ancient battlefield."

The merchant frowned and sighed and said, "It was also because I was greedy for money at that time, and I was greedy for big and small money. As I followed the caravan, I saw a copper coin on the side of the road. I saw that no one picked it up, but I thought that no one wanted it, so I picked it up myself.

I was also confused at that time. Who would spare money in the caravan? Even if someone saw it, it would definitely not be my turn. As a result, it was a life-buying money, and only I could see it."

"What happened later?" The scholar actively supported the businessman.

However, the merchant failed his expectations and the story he told was not full of twists and turns. He just said that he had invited a monk from Shenlong Temple in Chang'an, Xijing, and used up his family's wealth to drive away evil spirits. He realized that this trip was to save money and avoid disasters.

Telling stories in businessmen is not as interesting as scholars, and there is no room for people to imagine.

The four of them looked at Chen Budu and the other two, looking forward to them telling some interesting stories.

Chen Budu didn't say it, but instead pondered for a moment and asked the Shangshang: "Have you ever thought... In fact, you can put the money for the ghost to buy life into the public virtue box of Shenlong Temple and let the Buddha and his side?"

The merchant was stunned and then trembled like a pancake.

A little shaking and twisting crack began to appear in Xingshang's body.

This is obviously not a manifestation that humans will have when they are extremely excited, at least they should not have such cracks.

The four people on the table in the teahouse were unaware of it.

Xingshang just exclaimed repeatedly: "My little master, why do you have such a bold idea?"

"The little monk has a bold idea..."

Chen Budu looked at the four "people" and said, "Is it possible that those who tell ghost stories in the teahouse on the roadside are also ghosts?"

"Impossible" the scholar waved his hands repeatedly.

"Absolutely impossible!"

The boss shook his head seriously, but was slapped by the boss's wife.

"Why are you slapping me in the face? Didn't you say you had to twist your thighs when there were outsiders?"

The boss's wife pointed at his gradually fading body, and the teahouse boss realized that his thigh had disappeared.

"Oh no, we are ghosts!"

The boss was stunned when he looked at the third leg that was about to disappear.

"Madam, there is no one without a ghost, right?"

This is the last sentence before the teahouse owner disappeared.

Looking back, the clouds are scattered and the rain is gone, so where is there any teahouse?

It's just a wild tomb outside the bamboo forest on the roadside.

Chen Budu looked at the blue figure that disappeared from the distance and fell into thought.

I didn't want to harm them, what is the layout plan?

Could it be that it is really to tell them two not-so-excellent ghost stories?

Chen Budu’s question was not answered, and there were no clues here. It seemed like a dream. The three of them looked at each other and embarked on the itinerary again.
Chapter completed!