"I'm going to die, this shock, it really scared people to death." Hao Xiangrou clutched her chest and said exaggeratedly.

She reminded me of this.

I can't see a ghost now, and if I can see it, it's not a ghost.

It's not a ghost, it's a human, otherwise it would be a stump?

Thinking of this, I glanced at Gao Zhan: "It's time to drive, hurry back to your seat." ”

As soon as Gao Zhan got out of the way, the 'green man' behind him immediately revealed his full picture.

I'm a shitty green man, a man in an army green raincoat.

The man was standing on the steps of the doorway, thin, wearing a large army-green raincoat, with his head bowed and a rain hat, and he couldn't see clearly.

At first glance, it looks like a tree stump.

There was a false alarm, and I was about to ask him what he was doing, but this man spoke first.

"Amitabha!"

Just listening to this Buddha name, I was stunned, and then I heard him say:

"Poor monks travel all over the world, destitute, please make it convenient for the donor and give me a ride."

"Sorry for the inconvenience." I said angrily, and then I couldn't help but 'flutter' out loud.

"It is a man's duty to do good deeds and be generous, and I didn't ask you to give, just to take a ride, why can't you?"

The visitor was a little angry, and as he spoke, he pulled the rain hat to the back of his head, revealing his bare head.

The two of them faced each other, their bald heads were stunned for a moment, and then they stomped their feet hard, "I thought I saved a little white-eyed wolf with no conscience, it turned out to be you!" ”

"Master, why are you here?" I never thought that this guy who scared the whole car was actually a monk Jinghai.

Jing Hai rolled his eyes, tore off his raincoat twice, and sat diagonally opposite me with one butt, "Hmph, if it weren't for the Buddha here, you caravans, even if you don't die just now, you will have to become crippled!" ”

I became more and more curious and asked him what was going on.

Jing Hai avoided saying why he was here, just glanced at the other people in the car, and said that he had saved the lives of a carload of people just now.

Seeing that he was obviously hiding it, I didn't ask any more questions.

I haven't been in contact with the old monk once or twice, I know very well that as long as he wants to say something, he can't stop it, if he deliberately conceals it, he can't tell the truth no matter how much he asks.

The point is that I have also thought that Jinghai will never appear nearby for no reason, and it just so happened that he got into the car again at that time.

The most obvious thing is that I didn't ask him why he was normal here, but he never asked me why he drove this minibus.

No matter why this demon monk is here, it shouldn't be a bad thing for me.

As far as I know, Jinghai is not proficient in manipulating ghosts, but he has more experience in contact with ghosts than Gao Zhan.

The car drove out of the city and onto the provincial road, and the rain and snow gradually became heavier.

Thinking of the weirdness of the previous car accidents, I subconsciously slowed down.

The radio has never been turned off, but the radio is not like it used to be, and there is really nothing good to listen to.

Passing a stop, I put on the foot brakes and looked towards the platform, but I didn't see anyone.

Just about to speed up, several voices sounded at the same time in the Bluetooth headset behind him and after getting in the car.

"Stop!"

I was so shocked by the sound in the headphones that my ear drums hurt, I frowned and parked the car on the platform, turned back and asked impatiently, "What's wrong?" ”

I think I'm a bit of a grumpy bus driver now, how can these 'passengers' have so much to do.

Gao Zhan stared out the window with a coin in his eyes, but didn't say anything.

Hao Xiangrou, who asked me to stop just now, took a deep look at me through the rearview mirror, her expression seemed to be smiling, and she didn't say anything.

Only Jinghai folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name to me:

"Amitabha, when you go out, being convenient with others is convenient for yourself. When the wind and snow are heavy, you can open the car door and give them a ride, and the poor monk will thank you for them. ”

I was stunned, but I reached out and pressed the button to open the front door.

The cold wind swept in, and I couldn't help but shrink my neck.

At this time, Gao Zhan's voice came from the earphones: "It's a man and a woman, and the woman still has a big belly." ”

I was stunned again, and then I realized that the man and woman he said were not the 'passengers' that ordinary people could see.

He was doing his duty to report to me what the yin eye was seeing.

After listening to his description of the 'man and woman', I turned my face to the window and sighed secretly.

Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty has a poem:

The mountains are far away at dusk, and the white houses are poor in the cold weather; Chaimen heard the dog barking, and returned to the people on a snowy night.

Whether rich or poor, home is the place that everyone misses the most.

This is true of people, and so are demons.

I remember the first year I met the blind man, and he told me that every time the first snow of early winter fell, there would be more ghosts on the road than usual.

The origin of these ghosts is not questionable, and they will not harm people.

The reason why they appear is just to find their home on a snowy night and find a warmth that belongs to home.

"They're in the car." Gao Zhan's voice came from the headphones.

At the same time, there were two voices next to me, a man and a woman: "Thank you, master." ”

"You're welcome." I whispered and closed the door.

Next, at every stop, I almost stopped.

It's so late, it's still snowing, and no one takes the bus anymore.

Those who are rushing home are all kinds of ghosts.

Hao Xiangrou...... No, it's Bai Mengdie, I have no doubt that with her exquisite eight faces, I can see from the moment I get in the car that all the people in the car are my 'own people'.

Not to mention Jinghai, the old monk has no treasure, and the bald brain melon is not a vegetarian, how can the identities of these people in the car escape his eyes.

So none of us have to worry about anyone at all.

Even Liu Yuan was a little trembling at first, and after stopping three stops in a row, it was fine. I guess he thinks the ghosts aren't as scary as he thought.

From the moment Hao Xiangrou got into the car, the atmosphere became a little weird.

But as ghosts continued to get on the bus, the atmosphere in the car gradually became harmonious.

Except for Gao Zhan or through the headphones to say a few words to me, no one spoke, but there was not the slightest coldness in the carriage, but there was a little bit of ...... Warm.

Suddenly, there was a 'stinging lala' sound on the radio.

I was about to turn off this boring thing, when suddenly, the noise stopped, and the sound of strings plucking came from the horn.

Immediately after, I heard a melodious voice sing:

A drop of water piercing the years

Qianqian refers to

Gently pluck the tenderness on the strings

Wisps of thought weave smooth silk

A little emotion is brewed into an intoxicating wine

Wu Nong whispered

Converge into a trickle

Thousands of turns, the vine colon is sad

……

A lingering face, a sad legend

Walk through the ancient streets and alleys of Suzhou

Just like the delicacy of a drop of water

Slowly dripping from the quaint tiles

Pierce through the frozen layer that has been cemented in the depths of time

Turned into a song with a clean sound

Knock on the dry heart