Ghost Stories

Please light a burner of incense and listen to me tell a bizarre story. After burning the burner of incense, today’s story is almost over.

Once upon a time, in a village, there was a well, which was the only source of water in the village. Suddenly one day, a "thing" appeared on the way to the well. It was shaped like a meteorite, and its whole body was red. The red color was different from any known red color in the world, but it was a bit like the vision in ancient legends. The mysterious red color appears in the sky.

At first, the "thing" just stayed in place quietly without causing any damage. The villagers used it as a talking point for the first few days when they met, but then became less interested, as if it had been there since everyone was born.

People still take the same road to fetch water from the well. The only trouble, if it really causes any trouble, is that the villagers have to take a long detour, but it is only It's just a matter of a few steps, who cares.

A month later, something strange happened. Almost everyone in the village found that the distance to the wellhead was longer than before, and the next day always took dozens of steps longer than the previous day. People suddenly realized that this "thing" was getting bigger and bigger. Compared with the day it first appeared, it was now almost twice as big as its original size. Another thing that makes everyone wonder is that no one has noticed this thing in this month. After all, villagers see it every day on their way to fetch water.

So, the whole village gathered together to discuss a solution.

An old man said: "Everyone, to be honest, since the day this unknown "thing" came to our village, I had a premonition that something bad was going to happen, and now it has finally been verified. My original idea was very correct. As for the solution, I think I have to ask the wisest man in the village, Mr. Fake Smart, for his opinion. The upper edge of the book was poked out, he adjusted his glasses that were about to fall off the bridge of his nose, and replied: "I searched through the writings of my ancestors throughout the ages, and finally found a historian who described a similar incident in his dynasty. As for the reason why it is said to be similar rather than identical, it is because they removed the "thing" before it grew up. "What else was written behind it?" asked an impatient villager. interjected and asked.

"This article ends here. Therefore, the exact same thing has not happened so far. If there are no books recording how people in the past solved it, it is obvious that we can only do nothing. ."

A young man stood up energetically and said loudly: "I think it's too late to act. As long as we work together, we can remove it one day."

Someone immediately objected: "Young people, don't talk lightly. How much manpower and time will this require? Even if it can be realized, how can people make money to support their families if there is no income from doing this work? Have you ever considered this?"

The young man couldn't answer, so he sat down with a blushing face.

After that, everyone whispered to each other, but no one made any suggestions. The discussion ended without any problem, and objectively speaking, it was not without gain. Everyone still reached a consensus. When the group broke up, everyone said regretfully and said things like "It would have been better if I had discovered it earlier."

Everyone still takes a detour to fetch water as usual, except for the young man who carries a hoe and digs out the "thing" every day. People passing by will talk about it in twos and threes.

Seven days later, the young man suddenly announced to the whole village that the "thing" had been removed by him. Everyone was dubious, so the young man decided to take everyone to see what happened.

As soon as they got there, everyone laughed, not happily, but in ridicule, because the "thing" was still there.

So some people said angrily: "I think he must be mentally disturbed."

Some people said sympathetically: "It's so pitiful. He was originally a good person. Alone."

The rest of the people also pointed at him. In short, everyone regarded him as a joke.

The young man said calmly: "If you don't believe it, I will walk over here on the spot."

Everyone laughed louder until the young man really went there. The "thing" walked away and then disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Everyone present was astonished and ran to the "thing" out of curiosity, touching and looking at it. Even some brave ones tried to walk over, but they bumped into each other and fell over.

Everyone rushed to surround the young man who had come out of the "thing", wanting to know the secret.

The young man told everyone how he accidentally met a monk.

That night when the village called everyone for a meeting, the young man sat alone nearby, thinking about the scene of being ridiculed by everyone during the day, and felt depressed. Just when he was feeling confused, he suddenly felt someone tapping his shoulder. In the faint moonlight, he looked up and saw a monk standing in front of him.

"Young man, I see you look tired. Have you encountered any difficulty?"

"This "thing" in front of you is blocking the way of our villagers. I suggest Move it, but no one agrees."

"But there is nothing there."

"It's impossible. It's obviously there. It's so huge. How can you say it?" Can’t see it?”

“The appearance comes from the heart. If the heart is small, the appearance will be big. If the heart is big, the appearance will be small.”

“Then what should I do to not be able to see like you?” It?"

"Since it arises from the heart, it should be destroyed by the heart. There is no need to seek outside." After saying this, the monk left.

Everyone already knows what happened next. After the young man dug out according to his own ideas for seven days, his "thing" disappeared.

The story is almost over here. You ask me how it ended? I can only tell you that some people in the village, like that young man, will never see that "thing" again, while some people can only take a long way to fetch water from the well for the rest of their lives. As for the reason, I don't know. I just Responsible for telling the story, the rest don’t know any more than you who are listening to the story.