"I'm going to die. This shocking scares everyone to death." Hao Xiangrou said exaggeratingly, covering her chest.

She reminded me of what she said.

I can't see ghosts now, and what I can see is naturally not ghosts.

It’s either a ghost or a human, otherwise it would be a tree stump that would become a sperm?

Thinking of this, I winked at Gao Zhan: "I'm going to drive, hurry up and go back to my seat."

As soon as Gao Zhan made way, the "green man" behind him immediately revealed his full picture.

I sucked my teeth for a while and said, "I'm not a bullshit green man, I'm just a man wearing a military green raincoat."

The man stood on the steps at the door, leaning on his face, wearing a military green raincoat, lowered his head and a rain hat, and couldn't see clearly.

At first glance, it really looks like a tree stump.

I was falsified and I was about to ask him what he did, but this man spoke first.

"Amitabha!"

I was stunned when I heard the Buddha's name only, and then I heard him say:

"I travel around the world, and I am poor. Please take me for a convenient way."

"I'm sorry, it's inconvenient." I said angrily, and then couldn't help but laugh.

"It is human duty to do good deeds. I didn't ask you to give charity, just take a ride, why can't you do it?"

The visitor was a little furious and said, stroking the rain hat behind his head, revealing his bare head.

The two of them had a pair of faces, and the bald man was stunned at first, and then stomped his feet hard, "I thought I had saved a little ungrateful wolf. It turned out to be you!"

"Master, why are you here?" I never expected that this guy who scared the whole car was Monk Jinghai.

Jinghai rolled his eyes, pulled off the raincoat twice, and sat diagonally opposite me, "Hmph, if it weren't for the Buddha here, you guys in the car would have become disabled even if they didn't die just now!"

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

Jinghai avoided why he was here, but just glanced at the others in the car and said that he just gave Buddhism to save the lives of all the people in our car.

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

I have been in contact with the old monk once or twice. I know very well that as long as it is what he wants to say, I can't stop him. If he deliberately conceals it, he will not be able to tell the truth even if he asks again.

The key is that I have already thought that Jinghai would never appear nearby for no reason, and just happened to get in the car at that time.

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

No matter why this demon monk appeared here, it should not be a bad thing for me.

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

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

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

The radio has never been turned off, but the radio is not as good as before, and there is nothing good to hear.

After passing a site, I took my foot brake and looked at the platform, but I didn't see anyone.

Just as I was about to speed up, several sounds sounded from behind me and the Bluetooth headset that remained in the call after getting in the car.

"parking!"

I was so shocked by the sound in my headphones that I felt so painful. I frowned and parked the car on the platform. I turned around and asked impatiently: "What's wrong?"

I think I am a bit like a bus driver with a bad temper now. Why do these "passengers" have so many things to do?

Gao Zhan stared out the window with his eyes staring at the coin, without saying a word.

Hao Xiangrou, who asked me to stop the car just now, looked at me deeply through the rearview mirror, with a smile on her face and no sound.

Only Jinghai clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name at me:

"Amitabha, when you go out, it is convenient for others to be with yourself. It is strong wind and snow, so open the car door and carry them all the way. I thank you for them."

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

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

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

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

He was performing his duties and reporting to me what he saw in his vagina.

After hearing his description of his appearance as a man and a woman, I turned my face to the outside of the window and sighed secretly.

Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty had a poem:

The mountains are far away at dusk, and the sky is cold and the house is poor; the woods are barking when dogs bark, and people return home on the wind and snow.

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

This is true for humans and so is the ghosts.

I remember the first year when I met the blind man, he told me that whenever the first snow falls in early winter, there will be many more ghosts on the road than usual.

The origin of these ghosts is not to be investigated, and they will not harm others.

The reason why they appear is that they want to find their own home and find the warmth of home on a snowy night.

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

At the same time, two voices from a man and a woman were faintly heard beside me: "Thank you, Master."

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

Next, I will almost stop at every stop.

It was so late and it was still snowing, and no one took the bus again.

Those who are rushing to "go home" are all kinds of ghosts.

Hao Xiangrou... No, it's Bai Mengdie. I have no doubt that with her versatility, I can see from the moment I got on the bus that the car was all my "personal people".

Not to mention Jinghai, the old monk has no treasure and is not guilty of falling into nothing, and the bald brain is not a vegetarian. How could the identities of these people in the car escape his eyes?

So no one of us has to worry about any of us.

Even Liu Yuan was a little nervous at the beginning, and after stopping for three consecutive stops, it would be fine. I guess he felt that ghosts were not as terrible as he thought.

Since Hao Xiangrou got in the car, the atmosphere became a little weird.

But as ghosts kept getting on the minibus, the atmosphere in the car gradually became harmonious.

Except for saying a few words to me during the war or through headphones, no one talked, but there was no coldness in the carriage, but there was a little...warmness.

Suddenly, a 'sharp' sound came from the radio.

I was about to turn off this boring thing, but suddenly, the noise stopped and the sound of silk strings tickling came from the speaker.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a gentle voice sing:

A drop of water that penetrates the years

Qianqian's simple finger

Gently pull the tenderness on the string

Widths of thought weave a smooth silk

A little bit of emotion makes an intoxicating wine

Wunong soft words

Converge into a trickle

A thousand twists and turns, the colon is sad

...

A lingering face, a sad legend

Passing through the ancient streets and alleys of Suzhou

Just like a drop of water

Slowly dripping from the quaint tiles

Breakthrough the frozen layer of stagnation in the depths of time

Turn into songs and clear sounds

Knock on the dry hearts
Chapter completed!