Lord Buddha, don't laugh, Madam dug your ancestral grave

In a blink of an eye, the Double Ninth Festival is coming.

During these half a month, Wen Yang stayed in the room all day, and finally figured out some rules of the hotel.

For example, whenever dark clouds cover the moon, a boy ghost with unfulfilled secular wishes will appear outside her window.

Mostly boys, with occasional little girls with double braids mixed in.

Another example is that Moxun will regularly ask people to deliver goods to convenience stores. The goods are all available, including but not limited to fast food, and the front desk can also make various fruit drinks and coffee.

Originally, Wen Yang liked to visit gourmet restaurants all over Jianghai City, but as the weather got colder and she didn't bring much clothes, she stopped going out and went to Mo Xun's shop every day to deal with a few bites.

She had just finished ordering orange juice that day when the doorbell rang.

Today it was agreed that Mo Xun was going to cook, Wen Yang was thinking about what to ask him to do, when he heard the voice, he raised his head almost subconsciously.

I saw a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old appearing at the door. He has short hair, the neckline of the khaki windbreaker is slightly open, and the cuffs are rolled up between the arms, revealing his wheat-colored skin. He looks like a sunny boy.

After Liu Xuan moved a box of instant noodles to the shelf, he was about to turn around when he accidentally glanced at the beautiful and slender figure in front of the counter from the corner of his eye. His body froze and he couldn't help but took a few steps closer, and then he couldn't stop the surprise in his eyes, "You, you, you...you are that little witch!"

Wen Yang: "..." Very good, one year's lifespan will be shortened.

Liu Xuan enthusiastically sat next to Wen Yang, looked at her carefully, and after confirming that she was the goddess whom he could never forget, he hurriedly wiped his hands on his back and handed it over, "Aren't you in the imperial capital before? Why did you come to Jianghai?"

After meeting Wen Yang last time, in order to meet Wen Yang again, Liu Xuan wandered around the store from time to time, but unfortunately, he never went there again.

Later, his uncle gave him a delivery mission, and the other party paid generously, and what they wanted were all rare and good things. The order could make a lot of profit. Liu Xuan couldn't bear to give up the opportunity to make money, so he reluctantly took a group of younger brothers back to Jianghai.

Unexpectedly, the two would be so destined to meet in a different place.

Mo Xun was cleaning the goblet, when he heard this, he raised his eyes and said, "Do you know each other?"

Wen Yang pointed to the sweet and sour pork ribs and the crispy fried crab sticks, "Just these two dishes."

After Mo Xun took the menu, she lay down on the table and looked at Liu Xuan weakly, "Your friend is healthy?"

"I still had nightmares in the first few nights, but with my brothers and sisters by my side, the shit is gone now." Realizing that he had swear words in front of the goddess, Liu Xuan hurriedly covered his mouth, blushing and said, "I'm used to being with a bunch of rough old men, and I don't know what to say. By the way, you haven't eaten yet? How about I take you out to eat? It just so happens that my friend wants to tell you a fortune."

Wen Yang shook his head and refused, "No."

Liu Xuanzheng felt a little lost, so Wen Yang continued, "Bring your friend here to find me."

"okay!"

With her words, Liu Xuan brought the man the next day as agreed.

It's just that his friend was as light-faced as ever, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw countless little ghosts standing in Wen Yang's room, all with pale faces and standing on tiptoe.

He rolled his eyes and almost fainted. Liu Xuan walked behind him and quickly supported him.

Along with them was Mo Xun, who was dressed in black.He put the orange juice on the table and leaned against the door silently.

Wen Yang took two sips, then looked at the younger brother with his chin on his shoulders, "What do you want from me?"

The younger brother has no impression of Wen Yang at all, but he has heard her from Liu Xuan countless times, and knowing that she possesses special skills, he cuts to the chase, "Master, I want you to help me get rid of the problem of being able to see ghosts."

This incident has troubled him for a long time, especially during the days when he was delivering goods with Liu Xuan, he mostly went out at night, so he would inevitably bump into unclean things on the side of the road.

Sometimes it's an old lady with no face squatting on the side of the road, and sometimes it's a hanged ghost hanging from a tree with a tongue that grows to his ankles.

Especially recently, he feels that something has entered the house. Every morning when he wakes up, there will be some inexplicable bruises on his body. At first, he didn't think about it, after all, he didn't see it with his own eyes.

It wasn't until one day when he woke up from thirst and found a dead dog licking his cup to drink, that he realized that he had fallen into evil again.

"I really don't want this thing." The younger brother's face is like a drug addict whose blood has been drained, looking like a concubine. "If you continue to torture like this, sooner or later you will go crazy."

Last time in the abandoned building, Wen Yang didn't look carefully at his younger brother's face, now he had time to read it and said, "Think about it for yourself, have you ever gone to the temple to ask the Buddha to help you?"

After Wen Yang's reminder, the little brother was enlightened, and suddenly remembered something.

Many years ago, he was the young master of a big family, living a life of rich clothes and fine food. One day when he went out to play alone, he met a dirty little beggar on the side of the road.

The little beggar was not afraid of seeing him, instead he smiled and shared the food in his hand with the younger brother. The younger brother naturally disliked it, but looking at that pure and ignorant face, he couldn't say no to it, and finally ate half of the bread thrown down by others.

But after eating, he had a stomach ache that night.

Under pressure from his family, the younger brother was not allowed to tell him that he had eaten unclean food, but he was worried that his parents would harm the little beggar, so he concealed this from him.

From that day on, my little brother had an extra pocket money.

With this money, he took the little beggar to eat and drink all day long, and generously handed over the rich money to the little beggar, and promised the little beggar that when he grew up, he would let the little beggar be his exclusive driver.

I never thought that this matter would be found out by the family in the end. The younger brother's father was very angry, arrested the little beggar, beat him to death on the spot, and buried the body in a random place.

The younger brother cried bitterly when he learned about it, and took all the responsibility on himself, thinking that if he hadn't provoked the little beggar by himself, maybe he would still be alive now.

He really wanted to apologize to the little beggar face to face and say sorry to him.

So when he went up the mountain with his parents to worship the gods, he knelt down in front of the statue and made a wish, begging God to give him a chance to see the little beggar again.

After that day, the little brother fell ill and had a high fever for half a month. When he woke up again, he forgot about praying to the gods.

It was also probably after that illness that his horoscope gradually became lighter and he began to see some unclean things.

At this point in the story, everyone basically already knows the origin of the younger brother's 'yin and yang eyes'.