Midnight Offering

Love talk is naturally to be said at night, only two people secretly said that night, there was no fierce thing happened that night, because I spent the whole day wandering exhibition, I quickly fell asleep in the evening.

I was as like as two peas in the daytime. I saw the paintings in the daytime, and I would do the same dream as Wang Hongrui in the evening.

It's also possible that It's because the lusters are around.

I was unconscious all night. In the morning, my pajamas were still on my body. I thought of being in the woods with the lecher before There was a fever on the face.

I got up early and went out. My mother was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, and my father got up too. They planned to eat well and go to work. They took annual leave to go to their world. When they came back, they still had to go back to work.

They were surprised that I could get up so early. They were surprised to learn that I was going to go out later.

"Where are you going so early?"

I said to them with a smile, "go to Anning."

They immediately knew that they didn't ask any more questions, so I ate breakfast by myself and didn't intend to talk more, so as not to be recognized as a flaw. After dinner, I picked up my bag and ran to the door in a hurry.

The lecher was following me. When we arrived at the shroud shop, I had not yet reached the door of the store when I heard that grandfather Ann was yelling at Anning for peace.

"I told you! Let you back! Well, you see those paintings, don't you? "

"Grandfather..."

"I don't have your granddaughter! I told you, don't care about it, you are just curious, curious! I almost got killed! I don't have your disobedient granddaughter

I saw Anning with tears in his eyes. He looked like he was going to cry at any time. He was still the same old man. He was wearing a white T-shirt. He was wearing dark blue shorts. He was holding a leaf fan in one hand. He kept patting Anning's head and teaching him a lesson.

I hurried into the store and dissuaded him: "grandfather ANN, it's not peaceful."

"Xiaohua!"

Peace suddenly fell into my arms and burst into tears. I could imagine that passers-by from the outside would shudder when they heard a shrill cry coming from a shroud shop.

Even though the cry came from the boss's granddaughter, it was because of some paintings

I also know that Anning girl wants face. Even in front of my eyes, she is still hurt by her grandfather's training. I help her finish the ceremony.

"Grandfather an, blame me if you want to blame. Anning didn't look at the paintings. I wanted to help Wang Hongrui, so he proposed to have a look at the six paintings, and Anning was just..."

Grandfather Ann saluted the coloring ghost, bowed, and then sighed: "girl..."

"It's really my fault. Don't blame peace."

He shook his head as if he had given up. His voice was a little heavy: "this smelly girl, if she hadn't come to my room crying in the middle of the night yesterday, I didn't know she had seen those paintings!"

Midnight? Crying?

My heart suddenly some worry, even a little afraid.

"Anning, did you have a nightmare last night?"

Don't, don't

A trace of guilt rose in my heart. After seeing her nod, I felt my heart collapse

I feel as like as two peas in my throat: "you dream about it, exactly like Wang Hongrui's scene?"

Her face turned white. She lowered her head and nodded.

I covered my face and didn't know how to express myself to them. I felt guilty. I asked to see the painting yesterday. Peace followed. In the end, I didn't dream. She was implicated.

"I've taught her all the way. I didn't want to take care of it, but now I have to."

The lust ghost suddenly said, "this matter is very complicated. I went to see those paintings, and no evil spirits were attached to them, but the paintings were dead. Moreover, if we really want to manage them, we have to leave them to the underworld masters of their countries. I have no right to deal with them."

I took the still crying peace to sit on the bench and soothed her.

"Grandfather ANN, you must know what the metaphysical painter is, or you would not have said that on that day."

The old man shook his fan dispiritedly, pulled over a chair with a missing foot and sat on it without falling down.

"Metaphysical painters, this is a kind of foreign painters, they are the most faithful believers in a certain religion."

He looked at me with an unknown light in his eyes.

"Girl, you know what kind of spiritual power people with faith have in this world."

"They flatter a thing, whether it exists in the world or not, they believe in its existence, and even contribute their lives to it."

Grandfather an's narration is very gentle, without a trace of emotional ups and downs, but I still feel the tension from his words."If something goes wrong with their spiritual world, what they believe in will deviate, and what they cling to may change in an evil and absurd direction."

Evil and absurd?

I immediately thought of a word: "samsara!"

"Yes

He nodded, and the expression on his face was even more dispirited. He cast a line of sight to the lecher: "Lord Yama, you can say what the real reincarnation means."

"After death, the soul will go to the underworld. Generally, their status in the underworld is determined according to what they do in the sun and conduct themselves in the world."

I slightly opened my eyes, this matter, I have never heard of the lecher said ah.

The lust ghost's eyes turned to me: "it's not the reincarnation immediately after death, but it depends on the performance. Reincarnation is the same as what you think. Entering into a different way, whether the next life is a human or a beast depends on life."

"The paintings you're talking about are said to have been painted by a metaphysical painter named Roman trist. He has mental illness. How can you make me not worry?" Ann covered his forehead and sighed.

I know what kind of profession the metaphysical painter is, but I still wonder, "what does his belief have to do with his paintings?"

Grandfather an sighed: "the real reincarnation is what Yama said. What is reincarnation in their eyes? People are the most primitive form before they are born. They can return to this form after death, and then they are born again. This is what they see as reincarnation. "

"They will start frantically searching for what people will look like after death, and will they still have limbs? Will there be pain? Will there be other people who fall into samsara after death

I was stunned and began to sort out what grandfather Ann told me.

The reincarnation in the eyes of metaphysical painters, because of their faith, have a strong spiritual power and mental illness

All of a sudden, I seemed to understand something and yelled, "and then they would draw crazy pictures of the world and the appearance of possible people after their death, and then draw them down!"

What kind of positive energy world can a madman imagine? And his faith has changed

"His fantasies, his understanding of reincarnation, are sealed in the painting, and at the same time his spiritual power is poured into it."

The lecher looked at me: "Hua'er, you said that a painter's painting represents himself, his inner world and his spiritual pursuit. Roman must be the same."

Grandfather an nodded: "that's why, Lord Yama said that there were no evil spirits attached to the painting, but there was stillness."

His two twisted white eyebrows clenched tightly together: "because what he seeks is about death."

Anning has been shocked to one side by such a brain burning explanation. With the help of lusters, I have a general idea.

Suddenly, I made a bold guess!

"I don't know if what I think is right. I think it's not the evil spirits that have affected Wang Hongrui's dream, but the spiritual power in that painting!"

I know, I say this kind of words, just like a wild horse, a bit impractical, but I still bravely said it.

"That's why I told you to come back quickly. I don't care. It's because if it's a ghost, it's easy to do. Our family is supposed to expel ghosts. If you find evil spirits, you will send people to help."

"But it's not within our ability."

I understand the whole process of the whole thing, as well as the interpretation of metaphysical painters.

Sometimes, people also have a very strong power, especially in the spirit. After this, I have learned.

"So we can't help Wang Hongrui this time."

I sighed helplessly. Since there is no ghost in the painting, there is nothing we can do.

Grandfather Ann seems to see my lonely, unwilling, regretful expression, he said with a smile: "it's not no way."

When I heard this, my eyes lit up.

"Send those paintings back to where they came from. Don't stay around. No matter how powerful the spiritual strength is, it will still disappear after a long time."

I stood up from my chair excitedly, and my voice was raised unconsciously: "will Wang Hongrui not have nightmares again after a period of time?"

Grandfather an nodded, but reminded: "remember, we must return it. Even if the old site is lost, it must be buried there. We must not burn it or throw it away!"

I was suddenly dumbfounded. Yesterday, Wang Hongrui said that he would burn those paintings at the end of the exhibition!

It's been a day now!

"Peace! Call Wang Hongrui and tell him to return the painting! Don't burn it

Anning seemed to have just regained consciousness, nodded hastily, took out the mobile phone in a hurry, turned out the mobile phone number recorded in the pamphlet, and called in the past."Hello? Wang Hongrui, don't burn the painting! We have a way to get you out of your nightmare! You should return the painting and let your overseas friend take it away

Peace and tension incoherent, I see this situation, in my heart yell bad, ready to go forward, to explain.

Who knows, Anning was stunned and looked at me with wide eyes.

When I saw her expression, I thought subconsciously that it was terrible!

Wang Hongrui really burned the painting! What can I do?

However, peace and stupidly opened his mouth and murmured, "he sent the painting back again."