Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 83
Coming out of Shiguzhai, Aunt Lan was carrying the 200 taels of silver that she stole, and her hands were a little weak, but Mo Jiu put her hands behind her hands without any pressure, and led them to eat and drink in Chuzhou City, and kept going. After wandering until night fell, I just walked to the river.

It is a tradition to put river lanterns on the Hungry Ghost Festival.Today is July [-]th, and in some places, the sacrifice has already begun.A Taoist priest's "ghost sacrifice song" was faintly heard from the river bank. The strange tone seemed to be held back from the throat by pinching the neck. It had a frightening effect, but Mo Jiu sounded very fresh.She used to do archaeology, so she is no stranger to this knowledge, but the experience of walking in the field is different.

In July, the fire is flowing, and the wind on the river embankment at night is already cold in the sleeves.

Blowing the river wind, looking at the night sky, listening to the ghost sacrifice song, Mo Jiu was a little dazed.

Across time and space, she now wears another person's body. Is it a person or a soul?

Under the same sky, in the vast universe, are there really parallel spaces?

In her previous life, she was in the Yinshan Imperial Mausoleum, did she die, or what happened?
After she is gone, what will happen to her family's antique shop?
The most painful thing is that the bacon and sausages she took a lot of time to get from Sichuan are still drying on the balcony, and she has no time to eat them.

"Girl, are there really ghosts in this world?" Mei'er is a curious baby, asking all kinds of questions all day long, and obviously regards Mo Jiu as "One Hundred Thousand Whys".

Normally, Mo Jiu would tease her a few words, but probably Ghost Festival is here, the moon is too round, and the lotus lanterns that people eagerly put into the river caught her eyes again. She sighed softly, and rarely said seriously: " If you think it is, it is. If you think it is not, it is not.”

The more serious she is, the less serious Meier is.

"Well", Mei'er pouted and said, "The girl is joking again, Mei'er doesn't understand."

Mo Jiu rolled his eyes, "It means that if there are ghosts in people's hearts, there will be ghosts."

Mei'er became even more confused, glanced at her serious face, said "Oh", and changed the subject, "Is that girl afraid of ghosts?"

Mo Jiu shook his head, "What's so scary about ghosts?"

Mei'er clicked her tongue, "The girl said, what is the scariest?"

Mo Jiu was silent for a moment, then replied, "People's hearts."

Mei'er was too young, so she obviously didn't understand much, but her delicate face was full of admiration. She grabbed Mo Jiu's sleeve, leaned on her and said, "My mother is still alive. She often told me ghost stories. She said that ghosts would come to grab dolls and eat them in the dead of night, so Meier was terrified, afraid to walk at night, afraid to sleep in places where the lights couldn't see...Girl, have you Have you ever heard a ghost story?"

Mo Jiu smiled, "No, can you tell me one?"

Telling ghost stories on Ghost Festival is a bit exciting and challenging. Meier became nervous before she could tell. She grabbed her sleeve and looked around in fear.

Mo Jiu smiled, took her to sit on a convex rock on the embankment, and watched people scrambling to get to the river and put "water lanterns" made of colored paper into the river, narrowing their eyes slightly , "The stone is hard, and the yang energy is the heaviest, so ghosts can't get through. Let's talk."

"Oh." Mei'er hugged her tightly, "Once upon a time, there was a scholar who went to Beijing to rush for an exam. In order to save some money, he stayed overnight in a barren hill and leaned against a lonely grave..."

The river lamp illuminates the water surface, adding a bit of mystery to the waves in the night. Accompanied by Meier's ghost story, the smell of ghost paper permeates the air.

"No, someone fell into the river."

"Quick, go and see—"

Mo Jiu is here for "tourism" and is interested in everything.She once said that Gu Er was a person who played gongs and played nine out of ten places, but in fact she was herself.Hearing the commotion of the crowd, he only greeted Aunt Lan and Meier, and then went to the crowded place to watch the excitement.

(End of this chapter)