Seventy Bowl of Soup (8)

Who is the so-called "big ghost" inside, who is not her master?

It's just that it's very different from what I usually look like. On weekdays, the master is wearing a simple monk's robe with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, which makes people feel very fond of it. However, the master in front of him was wearing a black robe. The robe was so black that it was as dark as the color was darker. The deeper and deeper the further down. Because the hem of the robe was too big, it was impossible to see the master's legs and feet clearly. But Qinghuan knew that ghosts didn't have to walk by themselves. She looked at her master curiously, not thinking that she wanted to pounce on her and say hello to her, nor was she so strange that she wanted to call someone.

She was observing quietly.

The master's expression was different from before. It was obviously dead, but how could a dead person become completely different from his life?

Her eyes blinked a few times, but she didn't know how many thoughts flashed through her mind. Finally, she quietly stepped back and left, saying to the two golden scale guards: "You follow her, I need to know what she did."

Wei Jinling's exploration activities in the study naturally ended in failure, because there was nothing in the study. Wei Changan was by her when he worked at home. The study was just a decoration. He would read books here in his spare time. If he really wanted to tell what secrets were hidden... If Wei Jinling could find it, Qinghuan would also want to know.

Finally, Wei Jinling took out a few books and saw Qinghuan squatting at the door of the study, blinking his big eyes and looking at him for a moment: "...what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Qing Huan held his chin and looked up and down at Wei Jinling, confirming that he had never seen this person before, but what happened to the master? Is there anything she didn't know about? "What book are you reading?"

"It's just a few books." Wei Jinling said it over. She had swept the entire study room by looking for books, but she got nothing. She had to take a few books out to fill it. She stayed in the commander's mansion every day and had nothing to do. She had to prevent herself from being bored. So when she answered Qinghuan, she was confident and did not feel guilty at all. "If you want to read it, I can share a few books for you."

"No need." Qinghuan was not interested in the stories of those talented men and beautiful women. The scholars in it were all sour, and none of them were as good as her Chang'an. Besides, she was not the lady in the book. "You can read it yourself."

Wei Jinling thought the girl was very strange, so he glanced at her and left. Qinghuan stood up behind her and saw a string of familiar rosary beads on her slender wrist swaying her sleeves when she held the book. "Wait!"

"What's the matter?" Wei Jinling frowned, feeling that this strange girl in the monster was as annoying as Wei Changan. If she dared to pester this way, or had some bad ideas for her, she would not be polite.

"Your Buddhist beads are very special. Can you show them to me?" Qinghuan asked with her little face raised. Her eyes were very clean, as if she just wanted to take a look.

"Oh, this." Wei Jinling wips his sleeves and rolls down the Buddhist beads and handes them to Qinghuan, "Do you like it? If you like it, give it to you." It's not worth it anyway.

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment: "Give it to me?"

"Yes." Wei Jinling was extremely generous. In fact, she had never wanted this broken Buddhist bead. She didn't believe in Buddhism. It was not good to wear a Buddhist bead at all. Moreover, it had been touched for many years. It was not a good product. She really felt that the price was lost when wearing it on her wrist. Because it was given by someone else, she didn't know how to make it disappear. It's better now. It can be explained that Wei Changan's woman wanted it, and in order to maintain her image, she had to bear the pain of giving up.

She threw the Buddhist beads over without any nostalgia. Qinghuan hurriedly caught them. Then Wei Jinling raised his eyebrows and was about to leave, but was stopped by Qinghuan. She was puzzled: "What are you doing? What else do you want?" She had nothing valuable on her and wouldn't give her any.

Wei Changan is not so stingy, even his own women are ignored, he doesn’t buy rouge and water powder, and he doesn’t give away silk, satin, gold and silver jewelry, so she can’t let go of her love for the broken Buddhist beads?

"This is for you." Qing Huan felt that he could not take Wei Jinling's things for nothing, so he handed the jade pendant tied around his waist to the other party.

Good, this is a good thing. Wei Jinling's eyes lit up suddenly. He couldn't believe that the string of broken Buddhist beads could be replaced with such a treasure. This is really a "spunning bricks and jade"! She quickly took the jade pendant and put it in her arms, and the speed was as fast as if she was afraid that Qinghuan would regret it.

Qinghuan took the Buddhist beads and returned to the room. Without the dazzling sunshine, a figure in a black robe gradually appeared in front of her. She was not afraid, so she just watched it until the old nun asked her: "What did Master tell you? Avenge your master! Look at you, what did you do?!"

Qinghuan stared at the old nun, feeling that the person in front of him was both familiar and unfamiliar, and he couldn't recognize him. It was obviously the face of the master and the voice of the master, but the magical thing was like a completely different person.

After living in the commander's mansion for so long, Qinghuan met many ghosts. She would tell Wei Chang'an what she saw and heard, and then he would tell her what those people looked like before their lives. Some people were the same before and after their lives, while others were completely the same.

After death, ghosts cannot suppress their hypocritical side of nature, which means that they are the real masters now.

That gentle and loving master is fake. In fact, Qinghuan thought that he had become smarter, and his longing for his master became increasingly weak, not to mention what the master always mentioned in his ears.

However, in order to show her respect for her teacher, she still humbly asked: "What does Master mean? How can I avenge you?"

"Wei Chang'an! It was Wei Chang'an who killed his master! He raised you since childhood. Don't you want to avenge your master in your heart?!"

Qinghuan blinked and said naturally: "I don't want to."

The old nun almost spit out blood when she became a ghost: "What did you say?!"

"Chang'an is very nice to me, I don't want to kill him." Qinghuan smiled slightly, looking very natural. "I'm much happier with him than when I was in the temple."

When she was in the temple, she lived like a puppet, but now she is really alive, with joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and she will not be bewitched by her master.

Qinghuan felt that her decision was not wrong. She looked at the old nun and said, "Master looks very different from when she was alive. There must be something I don't know, right? And Wei Jinling... Do you know her?" Just a string of Buddhist beads. How could a woman like Wei Jinling be honestly wearing it? It must be someone who has given her. Since Master can become such a big ghost after his death, he must have done a lot of evil things.

That pervert is already a heinous crime and is still afraid of Master. You can imagine that Master is not a good person when he is alive.

The old nun didn't expect that the little disciple who had always listened to her was so rebellious. She was furious and could not understand why Wei Changan could change Qinghuan to this way in just a little time. Her face became distorted and ugly because of anger. Qinghuan felt that the room was suddenly very cold. It seemed that her lips were stained with a faint frost, and then the master was about to pounce on her, but unfortunately she was prepared.

The old nun died at the hands of Wei Chang'an before her death, and she was even more afraid of him after her death. It was because of this that she did not dare to take revenge. Although Wei Chang'an is not here, his close-fitting short knife is in Qinghuan's hands, she still feels fear from the bottom of her bones. Being a ghost is different from a human. If a human dies, there will be souls, but if a ghost dies, it means he is really dead.

The coldness in the room gradually faded away. Qinghuan grabbed the Buddhist beads that fell to the ground and put them together with the short knife. The old nun looked fierce just now and instantly became depressed.

Qinghuan was not until now that he had a little understanding of Wei Chang'an's title of "Jade-faced Hell".

When Wei Changan returned home, she happily threw herself into his arms. The two of them were intimate for a while. Wei Changan carried her back to the room. When she was walking on the road, she lay on his back, rubbing his ears and telling him what happened today.

The terrifying commander of the Golden Scale Guard was as gentle as a tamed beast in front of her, allowing her to rub his ears, and the corners of his eyebrows were gentle. When he heard the old nun wanted Qinghuan to kill him, Wei Changan showed a mocking: "If you and I didn't love each other that day, which caused you to sleep late, then you just happened to be the time when I killed her."

At that time, Qinghuan was not as smart as she is now. She was raised in the temple for a long time. Although she was not stained with dirty things, she was also strangled. Qinghuan, who obeyed the old nun at that time, would definitely kill him to avenge the so-called master.

It happened that day that she took a shower and was seen by him. The two of them were making trouble in the bathtub so that she couldn't stand it and overslept, so naturally she didn't know that the old nun was killed by him.

"All this is destined by heaven." Qinghuan smiled with his feet hooked on his back, "Master, she is ultimately a plan to lose."

This is the reason why people can't keep up with God.

"Hmph." Wei Changan sneered and pinched the soft flesh on her buttocks, "She was not a good thing during her lifetime."

Wei Chang'an killed people like a numb, but he had never killed a good person. All the beasts that died at his hands were cut into pieces. But his reputation was far-reaching. People only knew that his wrists were cruel, cold and ruthless, but no one noticed how many false and wrong cases had been missing in the years he served as commander, and how many people had lost their grievances. The capital could even reach the level of not closing their doors at night.

There is a Buddha who regards killing as compassion.

Qinghuan hugged his neck: "I think so too, otherwise she wouldn't look so ugly after death." She didn't say anything about her blood, her face alone was very different from the kind eyebrows and eyes she had before her death.
Chapter completed!