Hundred Ghosts

The more he talked about He Huai, the more he felt guilty, and he confessed that he went up to the mountain to collect herbs in the afternoon. The plague ghost said he didn't believe it, "Where's your hoe?"

He Huai slapped his forehead and forgot to bring it back!

It's really... If you fail to catch sheep and dig vegetables, you will pay for your hoe...

There were two clean chopsticks and bowls on the table, which made He Huai feel a little uncomfortable. Wouldn't this guy eat first?

He patted Lin Zi on the back, "Wake up, eat something before going to sleep."

Lin Zi didn't react at all, He Huai got closer, but found that he could barely feel Lin Zi's breathing!

"Lin Zi!" He patted Lin Zi on the back, "Wake up, wake up! Don't scare me!"

Lin Zi's eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale, as if he was lifeless, Plague Ghost also walked over nervously, "What's wrong?"

"He..." He Huai was trembling all over, as if his heart was being pinched by an octopus, tears couldn't stop streaming out, and his voice was crying, "He can't wake up, I call him, he can't wake up!"

How could this be?

The ghost said calmly, "Don't worry, just try his pulse."

"I won't try!" He Huai didn't dare to move for fear that he would get the worst consequences.

"What are you afraid of?" The plague ghost glared at him, "Some people are hard to wake up when they fall asleep. He has the energy to cook for you at night, so how could he suddenly die?"

Although sudden death is indeed caught off guard.

He Huai believed his words, and first reached out to check his breathing. Fortunately, although it was weak, he was still breathing. He felt his pulse, which was also beating, and his chest was also slightly heaving. Even so, he still looked like dead.

He Huai was in pain and despair, what happened to him?Wasn't it fine before?

The plague ghost looked at his distraught appearance with complicated eyes, but said nothing.

After getting Lin Zi settled down, He Huai went to a nearby town overnight to find a doctor.

Lin Zi was awakened by the pain. The pain in his fingertips made him cry out in pain, and then slowly opened his eyes.

An old man dressed as a doctor sat by his bed, his hand was caught by the old man, and a silver needle was stuck in his middle finger.

"Hey...it hurts."

He Huai, who was standing behind the old man, had red eyes, and his pitiful appearance lying on the bed was a bit funny.

"Scared me to death, I thought you wouldn't wake up!"

"Why can't I wake up? I just slept too deeply, it's okay."

The old man took the silver needle from his fingertips, and sat on the table next to him to write pharmacy. Hearing what Lin Zi said, he corrected, "You didn't sleep too deeply, but you passed out from sleep."

Lin Zi thought to himself, isn't this the legendary "Did you get dizzy?"

"Your hands and feet are cold, it should be caused by the cold." He glanced at Lin Zi, "Although this usually happens to women and the elderly, some accidents cannot be ruled out."

He Huai asked him, "What can we do?"

"It's enough to get some cold repellent, like mutton, ginger tea and the like are good, and then go to the pharmacy to grab some medicine, and it won't be long before it's all right."

"Then he fell asleep means..."

"It's just that he's weak. He's become a bone. Judging by his tongue, he has stomach and spleen problems. He must have been hungry before. Just get some good things to supplement him in the future."

He Huai made a silent note to the little emperor in his heart.

The doctor gave him a pulse again, "There is nothing unusual about the pulse, let's make up your body more, it needs to be recuperated slowly."

After sending the doctor away, He Huai immediately cooked a pot of chicken soup and brought it over. Lin Zi didn't touch the chicken soup, but tilted his head and asked He Huai, "Where did you go last night? Why didn't you come back for a long time?"

He Huai honestly explained the encounter with the impermanent ghost again. Lin Zi stroked his chin and thought for a while, "Jiaxu month, Yiwei day refers to September 26, what does this refer to?"

He Huai looked confused, of course he didn't know.

"Forget it, after all, it's something from the underworld. It's better for ordinary people not to think too much about it." Lin Zi said, "Don't come back late again, you know?"

"it is good."

After drinking those medicines and adding the messy supplements that He Huai made, Lin Zi looked much better than before, with a little more flesh on his face, and his body didn't have a row of ribs lifted up...

He also has nothing to do, read books, draw talismans, or enjoy the shade outside the house, and climb trees with He Huai to pick wild fruits, so that the plague ghosts think that this guy really has nothing to do.

Until one day, he saw Lin Zi huddled behind the house and vomited a mouthful of blood. He quickly kicked the nearby soil to cover it with his feet, wiped off the blood on the corner of his mouth, and ran to He Huai who was looking for him with a smile. Take a bite of the watermelon he delivered.

Lin Zi felt that his life was like an hourglass. Maybe one day when the sand flow was over, he would disappear. After seeing so many ghosts, he was actually very afraid of death. After death, he would become like those ghosts, or be taken away. Go to hell, or wander aimlessly in the world, and finally forget yourself.

But if he speaks out, He Huai will stay away from him... He wants to spend his whole life alone and incognito, so what is the difference between this and those wild ghosts?

Can't say, absolutely can't say.

Autumn is coming soon, but the weather is still very hot. There is no one around here, and Lin Zi has no scruples. He often takes off his shirt and sleeps on the cool bed under the eaves. He Huai likes to sleep with him in his arms. He is still cool. But it's not as cold as before, and it's comfortable to hold in your arms on a hot day.

However, the change of the sky is also unexpected. As if overnight, the withered and yellow leaves fluttered down like heavy snow, and the sound of the leaves "creaking" and breaking can be heard when stepping on it.

Lin Zi leaned against the tree, his chest suddenly felt like a needle prick, and there was a bloody smell in his mouth. He opened his mouth, and blood gushed out from his mouth to the ground.

Such bright colors, just like his young life.

Leaning against the tree, he slowly squatted down and curled up like a cat. He was stunned for a long time, and finally cried out.

What to do, I am going to die.

He Huai was like a fire, he threw himself on it without hesitation, even burning himself to ashes.

Just cry, he wiped his tears, ready to sneak back and apply a towel.

He turned around, only to see He Huai standing behind him, holding a cloak in his hand, for an unknown how long.

He threw down the cloak, rushed up and hugged Lin Zi tightly in his arms, and said over and over again in a hoarse voice, "Lin Zi, don't be afraid... I will definitely save you, you will be fine..."

The temperature dropped quickly. After the autumn wind passed, the doctors who came to treat Lin Zi came one after another. No one could see what was wrong with him, but Lin Zi's situation became worse and worse.The plague ghost wanted to tell He Huai about this many times, but Lin Zi still shook his head stubbornly. Anyway, there is no room for redemption now, and it is better to live the last days well than make those messes.

But this matter cannot be told to He Huai, he will die of guilt.It was better for him to die of his disease than to die of him.

He Huai's condition was very bad, he was about to collapse, he found one doctor after another, but every doctor said he was fine.

He's fine.

Why is he vomiting blood?

Seeing Lin Zi getting more and more depressed day by day, it would not be an exaggeration to say that his heart is like a knife.

But in front of Lin Zi, he still had to force a smile, "Don't worry, I will definitely ask someone to cure you."

He said these words over and over again, and even believed it himself.

At that time, Lin Zi had been bedridden for several days, and it was difficult for him to even eat. His skinny face looked like a skeleton.

But he still had a smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's okay, this is a disease of our family, I can only live to this point, I have to thank you for taking care of me..."

"What disease, you tell me, I will definitely find a way!"

Lin Zi shook his head.

The wild chrysanthemums near the house bloomed early, the little yellow flowers looked very cute, Lin Zi casually mentioned the cuteness of the flowers, and He Huai remembered it in his heart.

On rare days when the weather was fine, He Huai ran out and picked a large basket of wild chrysanthemums for him, roasted them overnight to dry them, then asked the embroiderer to make a pillow, stuffed the chrysanthemums into the pillow and gave it to Lin Zi.

The pillow with the scent of chrysanthemum medicine unexpectedly benefited Lin Zi a lot. The smell was not very fragrant, not even very pleasant, but it was so reassuring.

This is the best gift he has received in this life. He wants to take this pillow into the tomb and remember the smell in his next life.

Every day was spent carefully, He Huai didn't sleep at all at night, he held Lin Zi in his arms, felt his pulse, stared at his face until dawn.

But the day of parting will not be postponed forever. Lin Zi looked so energetic that day, he even got out of bed and went to the kitchen to find He Huai. Watch yourself cooking at the door.

At that moment, he was so happy that he almost spilled the porridge on the side.

"You...how did you get up?"

"Well, I feel much better today, so I came to see you, do you need help?"

He Huai quickly said, "No, you should eat this meal."

He ate two bowls in a row with a big appetite, and He Huai was happier watching him eat than eating honey himself, "Lin Zi, are you feeling better?"

Lin Zi smiled, but did not answer.

He Huai didn't care either, although it was extremely strange in his heart, how could a person who was dying yesterday be so energetic today?

But it would be great if he recovered, He Huai didn't think too much, sharpened his kitchen knife, and prepared to stew a chicken soup for Lin Zi at noon.

But at this time Lin Zi asked him to wait, and took out a letter from the study to him, "Can you give this letter to my master?"

He Huai pursed his lips, "Can't we deliver it tomorrow?"

"Help me, okay? Well... the sweet-scented osmanthus cake should be out now, can you help me buy another sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

I'm starting to act like a baby, how can He Huai refuse, and leave a sentence that you wait for me to come back, and I will cook for you at night...

He ran directly to the nearby locust tree forest, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived in the small woods outside the city. Holding the letter, he wished he could fly to the Taoist temple, and then he carried the osmanthus cake vendor back to Lin Zi with the osmanthus cake.

As soon as he went out, Lin Zi's face changed suddenly, his body uncontrollably slumped to the ground, and his eyes turned black. He put up one hand and tried to force himself to stand up.

Even if you die, you can't die here...

But his body became more and more numb, his mind was in chaos, and his head hit the ground heavily. In a trance, he heard the roar of the plague ghost.

"Lin Zi—"

Quickly delivered the letter, ignoring the suspicious eyes of Lin Zi and his master, He Huai rushed down the mountain non-stop, and bought the whole pot of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and even the pot. The fool looked at him.

As soon as he was out of the sight of the people around him, he rushed to the grove, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived in the locust tree near his home. He put the pot on the ground, carefully adjusted his clothes, and then took the pot and walked into the house.

"Lin Zi, I'm back! Hurry up? I brought back a big pot of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, it's still hot, you eat some to fill your belly, and I'll make chicken soup for you... Lin Zi?"

Lin Zi fell to the ground, his eyes were tightly closed, and his face was paler than ever before.

When He Huai put down the pot, he felt that his hands and feet were soft. He couldn't help shaking, and every step he took seemed to be stepping into an abyss.

"Lin Zi? Why are you sleeping here? It's such a cold day, what do you do if you're freezing?"

His face was so cold, He Huai hugged him and kissed him, his cold lips could not feel the faint breath.

"Wake up, don't sleep..."

The plague ghost walked in from the door, "Don't shake it, Black and White Impermanence has taken him away just now."

"Who?"

"Black and white are impermanent, he begged them to wait a little longer, and wanted to see you again, but you still didn't come back, so he had to be dragged away—just now."

"Those two impermanent ghosts... how dare they..." He Huai gritted his teeth.

Plague Ghost patted him on the shoulder, "It's really helpless that this kind of thing happened, you mourn, and find a suitable day to bury Lin Zi."

"No... no way, the coffin is so dark and the ground is so cold, so he can't live, right, Lin Zi." He Huai hugged the corpse tightly, as if he could speak warmly to him in the next second if.

But how can a dead body speak?

Plague Ghost frowned, "Stop messing around, it's best for the dead to be buried in the ground. If you let Lin Zi know that you treated his body like this, he will definitely be angry."

"He won't... This little liar lied to me that he wanted to eat osmanthus cake. I finally brought the osmanthus cake. What about others..."

He Huai sat holding his corpse in a daze, and the plague ghost finally couldn't stand it any longer, "Let him go, the dead man is already dead, can't you let him go with peace of mind?"

He Huai shook his head.

The plague ghost was about to laugh angrily, "Stop making trouble, can you bury him? The life of a mortal is only a few decades, even if he is fine, you will still have to watch him die in a few decades. You just listen to me , his death day is September 26th, can we come to worship him every year from now on?"

September 26?

Jiaxu month, Yiwei day?

He Huai suddenly came to his senses, wasn't that what Bai Wuchang said on the mountain?

He carefully carried Lin Zi to the bed, and rushed up a few steps to look through yesterday's calendar.

Jiaxu month, Yiwei day

should

Sacrificing sacrifices, cooking stoves, encoffining, removing clothes, making clothes, hunting...

So what Bai Wuchang was talking about was... the day when Lin Zi died?

However, why did Bai Wuchang say this to him in the first place? Even if he made an announcement in advance, he had to find himself.