Never wake up from a dream

The incense is full of piety, and the whole heart is dedicated.

After arranging the trivial matters, Mo Chuan immediately went out of his body and followed the incense. However, he hid in the incense and waited for the end of the prayer.

——He planned to wait until his filial son Zhao Wensong finished offering incense, then follow him and treat him as he went.

There is little entertainment in the countryside, so a prayer ceremony attracted countless villagers to watch.

The temple was crowded with spectators inside and outside, and whispers could be heard all the time.

"You can't tell, but Zhao Wensong is quite filial."

"Hey! What do you know? This is for outsiders to see. If you don't do it, your spine will be broken. I'm afraid even my wife E Niang will run away with them."

"Ah, what's going on?"

"Zhao Wensong insulted me at home again! Oh my god, the curse could be heard in villages ten miles away."

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he vaguely heard some rustling noises around him.

"Mom, please spare me! Please spare me!"

Zhao Wensong, who was preparing to offer incense, obviously did not expect that a god would respond. He was so frightened that he suddenly lost his grip on the incense, causing it to fall to the ground and break into several pieces.

He had just finished cleaning up here, but he didn't expect that my mother would drop her crotch again.

E Niang, the daughter-in-law, couldn't stand the curses of her old mother, so she took her son to the city to work as a helper. She came back occasionally, and she was the only one who supported the family.

But no, that voice came directly from my heart and was definitely not a joke from outsiders.

When Mo Chuan saw this ghost, his heart skipped a beat.

"Mom is hungry... Wen Song... Mom is hungry..."

After he stepped into the ancestral temple, he glanced at the people praying with interest, then moved his lips slightly and used a secret method to transmit sounds to pray for longevity.

Seeing Wen Song come in, the old woman seemed to suddenly become energetic. She smeared feces on the mottled earth wall that had been shoveled layer after layer, stretched out her hand and shouted:

"It is treasonous to insult your sick mother, but now you are willing to lose three years of your life in exchange for Zhao's mother recovering from her illness. Hmm, have you thought about it clearly?"

That is the desire to die, and also the greed for life.

Fortunately, my family was poor and I didn't have much food, so I didn't have to worry about it. I just had a few pieces of taro and boiled it in water.

The onlookers outside the ancestral temple were stunned to see the shocking transformation of the ancestral hall.

Before entering the yard, I heard a burst of shouting. I wonder if there was too much shouting. The sound was yin and yang, and it actually had a bit of rhythm.

A living soul?

Someone trembled.

Zhao Wensong fell asleep, holding his knees with his hands and burying his face in his knees.

We can only make a fire to cook with a little light from the fire.

Zhao Wensong opened the straw curtain, and a stench suddenly hit his nostrils. In the dark room, a skinny old woman was lying on the bed talking nonsense, and she was holding a handful of soft yellow objects in her hand. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a lump of feces.

What's more, while the gods are watching, they quickly burn incense and pray, praying for peace, joy, luck and wealth.

Zhao Wensong was lying on the ground, crying loudly, seeming to vent his grievances over the years.

Because the physical body is not dead, the yang energy is hidden in the body, which can be seen with a little experience.

However, what Mo Chuan saw was a ghost suddenly entering the village temple.

"It's true that everyone on the left and right has taken advantage of it."

For a time, there were whispers and murmurs everywhere inside and outside the temple.

Zhao Wensong's relatives and friends immediately panicked and stood up one after another to find excuses to leave. Some even turned around and left without saying a word.

Mo Chuan's brows furrowed secretly as he heard the mouths flying up and down.

After saying that, he walked away immediately, leaving a mess all over the ground.

"Hey, why are you all gone?"

He raised his head in confusion, rubbed his eyes, and with the help of a small stove fire, he faintly saw a familiar figure in the dark side room. He was opening the pottery jar placed in the corner in the dark and taking out a black pickle.

Unexpectedly, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew into the village temple, causing many villagers who were watching the excitement to shiver. They subconsciously looked around, but saw nothing.

"Crack!"

After hearing the truth from several acquaintances, their expressions suddenly changed when they looked at Zhao Wensong.

Seeing Zhao Wensong's appearance, Taoist Shenghun shook his head slightly and said, "It is better to show more filial piety during your lifetime than to have no fun after death."

Zhao Wensong, who had been confused all the way, saw this scene and knelt down with a bang. Instead of cursing in the past, he shouted at the top of his lungs:

The so-called living soul is the soul that is still in the skin and comes out of the body due to various reasons.

Some people heard this and slapped their thighs, shouting: "Look, what do I say? Even the gods can't stand it."

"Brother Zhao, I, I, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do at home, so I left first."

"What's going on? What kind of miraculous appearance?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, no wonder so many people are invited to do life-extending methods. This is just a silkworm burrowing into a peanut shell - filling it with kernels!"

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry... Wen Song... Wen Song... Mom is hungry... Mom is hungry..."

This is called tidying up, but it is actually just a simple scrubbing.

Not long after, Zhao Wensong followed the folk customs and recited the prayers three times in a row, then ended his prayers and stood up to offer incense.

By the time everything was cleared up, it was already dark.

The family was really poor, so how could they change the bedding? The straw mats under me were cheap, so I prepared a few extra rolls at home.

The crackling sound of firewood made the night even more tranquil.

The hut left to him by his father looked increasingly dilapidated because it was seldom tidied up.

I could only mutter to myself, it’s already early June, where did the cold wind come from?

"Yes, yes, when it happens, it means that filial piety has been approved by God. If it fails, it can only be said that the number of days has been decided and there is no way to change it."

Unfortunately, he couldn't lie down.

The villagers were busy and bustling, but Zhao Wensong's face was pale and his expression was as withered as a corpse. He just said that he had offended the gods by humiliating his mother, and he no longer dared to pray.

Some people fear the gods and dare not say anything;

I had no choice but to get up in a daze, and amid the pointing fingers of the villagers, I didn't know when I would return home.

"Me, me too."

"Crack!"

A faint voice emerged from deep within the hearts of all the men, causing the men who were prostrating on the ground to turn pale with horror. They all suddenly raised their heads and looked around, seeing the look of horror in each other's eyes.

Zhao Wensong looked numb and was stunned for a while before rolling up his sleeves and continuing to pack.

"I, I have an old mother above me and children below me..."

Zhao Wensong wiped away his tears, rolled up his sleeves, took his mother off the soft couch, and packed up the bed full of corpses.

If you look closely, you will see that this living soul is dressed like a Taoist, with a large cloak condensed with soul power. It is as clear as a cloud and as ethereal as an immortal.

The skinny woman seemed frightened by Zhao Wensong's cry and remained silent.

The orange firelight illuminated Zhao Wensong's face, which looked uncertain.

"Wow--"

"God, God is obviously spiritual."

I don’t know how much time passed, but the crying gradually stopped.

The villagers who crowded inside and outside the village temple to watch the excitement were immediately confused when they saw the strange phenomenon in the temple.

"No, I heard that this guy named Zhao is hungry for his mother. I pass by the door and I often hear my old sister-in-law shouting that she is hungry! What a pity, my old sister-in-law has been a good person all her life, but why did she raise such a white-eyed wolf?"

After a busy day, he didn't drink any water, his whole body was sore, and he just wanted to lie down for a long time.

After taking the pickles, the figure turned around and saw Zhao Wensong waking up. He smiled and cursed: "You kid, you fell asleep while lighting the fire again. The water has dried up. You are like an old sow reincarnated. You eat and sleep, and you eat after sleeping."

Dad is a man of virtue!"

Hearing my mother's familiar scolding voice, Zhao Wensong grinned.

This dream is so real.

...I really want to never wake up from my dream.
Chapter completed!