Strange Tales of the Ghosts

The old master followed the woodcutter for many days, and finally he understood the reason. It turned out that the woodcutter was also a lonely person. Every time he went to the mountains to cut down trees, he would always talk to the trees before cutting them. The situation at home refers to one's own mood. The more he listened, the more curious the old master became. So one day, when the woodcutter was not paying attention, he quietly transformed into a cut tree and asked the woodcutter to tie him up and carry him back home.

The woodcutter's home was at the foot of Wuhua Mountain. There was only a small thatched hut. All the chopped firewood was placed in front of the door. The old master mingled among the firewood and could hear the conversations inside the house.

"Dad, I'm back."

"came back?"

"Well, I made some medicine for my mother and went down the mountain to sell firewood. I came back to cook in the evening."

"It's better to go tomorrow. This mountain road is not easy to walk."

"It's okay, I'm used to walking, I'm not afraid."

The woodcutter walked out of the house, carrying a bag of medicine in her hand, and entered the kitchen. After a while, the smell of medicine came from the kitchen. The old master jumped out of the kitchen and took a peek, only to see the smoke in front of the stove. The woodcutter's face, which was not beautiful, was even more ugly due to the fire, but she still had a smile on her face.

At this moment, an old man walked out of the house. He was wearing thin clothes and was so old that he had to hold on to the wall when he walked. When the old man saw a piece of firewood jumping in front of the window, he was startled and shouted: "Monster... Weird..." As soon as he finished speaking, the old master pretended to be dead and fell to the ground with a bang. The woodcutter came out and saw that it was a piece of firewood. She picked it up and said to the old man with a smile: "Dad, this is just firewood. Not a monster." After saying that, he put the firewood he picked up on the firewood pile and went to help the old man.

"It's windy outside, Dad, I'll help you go back to your room to rest."

"..." The old man looked at the firewood and thought it was his eyesight. He thought, how could the firewood move? He muttered: "When people get old, their eyes are no longer useful."

"Dad, don't think too much. After I sell the firewood, I will go to the town and hire a doctor for you."

"I still don't want it anymore. I still want to buy medicine for your mother."

"Don't worry, Dad, I'm here. I'll cut more firewood, sell the money, buy medicine for Mom, and hire a doctor for Dad."

"Why…."

The old master heard the conversation between the father and his daughter on the firewood pile, and felt that this family was really pitiful. When the woodcutter went to the street to sell firewood on her back, he realized more about the warmth and warmth of human kindness. Everyone looked at the woodcutter and tried to avoid her. The woodcutter asked several families if they wanted firewood, but was scolded by everyone and left. Those people didn't want firewood, but they couldn't see the woodcutter's appearance. They thought the woodcutter had some disease and were afraid that the woodcutter would infect them, so they didn't buy firewood from the woodcutter. When it gets dark, the woodcutter’s firewood has not yet been sold. The woodcutter carries the firewood on her back and walks on the street shouting: “Sell firewood, sell firewood, cheap firewood.”

When the woodcutter passed by a house, a basin of foot-washing water was poured out and onto the woodcutter's body. Her clothes got wet, the firewood got wet, and there was a smell. "Ugly, you are a ghost at night!" The man who poured water cursed the woodcutter and closed the door.

The old master wanted to vomit after smelling that smell. At this moment, he heard the woodcutter sobbing secretly... The woodcutter came to the end of the street carrying firewood. There was a wonton shop here, which sold some wontons in the evening. The woodcutter's stomach growled with hunger as she smelled the wontons.

"Girl, do you want to eat wontons?" The little wonton seller raised his head to greet her. When he saw it was a woodcutter, he said disgustedly: "Girl, if you don't want to eat wontons, don't block my business."

"Let me take a look, okay?" The woodcutter didn't want to see it, she just wanted to smell it.

The little boss shook his head and waved his hand: "Don't worry, girl, if you stop here, there will be people coming to my place to eat wontons. I am also a small businessman, girl, please don't hurt me."

After hearing this, the woodcutter lowered her head and slowly walked out of the street...

It was so dark that she couldn't see the road. The woodcutter walked step by step, shedding tears and complaining: "Why are you doing this to me... I just want to sell firewood to buy medicine for my mother..." After that, she squatted on the ground and cried. When she got up, the woodcutter cried very sadly, completely unaware that a piece of firewood had escaped from her back.

The old master ran back to Wuhua Mountain in one breath and found Brother Xiaosen. Seeing the old master panting, Brother Xiaosen hurriedly asked: "Did you have a hard time practicing today? Why are you like this?"

"Brother Xiaomori, I want to ask you a question."

"What's the problem? Instead of asking the elders, you want to ask me?"

"Do you think the woodcutter is a good person?"

Brother Xiaomori glanced at the old master and replied with a smile: "Although she is ugly, she is very filial and a good person."

"Isn't it said that good people are rewarded? Why does the woodcutter have to live so hard?" This is what the old master doesn't understand.

"This..." Brother Xiaomori was a little embarrassed. He didn't know how to answer. After thinking for a long time, he said: "This may be what the elders said, evil is revealed in blessings, and good is found in poverty."

"What's the meaning?"

"It means that if you are pampered, you will develop bad habits, which will lead to difficulties..."

"I don't understand." The old master ran away before Brother Xiaomori finished speaking.

All night long, the old master was thinking about the woodcutter. The woodcutter was ugly and her family was poor, but she was very filial. Is such a person worth helping? After thinking about it all night, the old master decided to learn more about the woodcutter, because the elders said that if you don't understand it thoroughly, you can't distinguish between good and evil, true and false. The old master really wanted to know whether the woodcutter was really a kind and good person...

Two days later, the woodcutter went up the mountain again. This time the old master did not turn into a tree to stop her, but turned into a person, a young book boy. While the woodcutter was chopping wood, the book boy walked over.

"May I ask, girl, how to get to Wuhua Mountain?"

When the woodcutter heard this, she turned around and saw a stranger suddenly appearing in front of her. She seemed a little nervous and quickly lowered her head: "This is Wuhua Mountain."

"Thank you, girl." The book boy pretended to leave.

The woodcutter suddenly shouted: "I wonder what the little brother is doing in Wuhua Mountain?"

"I came to look for my young master. My young master came to Wuhua Mountain before me."

"Except for my family, there is no one else up and down Wuhua Mountain. Who is your son looking for?" The woodcutter looked at the book boy curiously.

The book boy shook his head and replied: "I don't know either. My young master told me so, so I came." As he said that, he continued walking up the mountain.

When the woodcutter heard this, she put down her axe, ran to the bookboy, and said, "Little brother, you must not go up the mountain again. It will be bad when it gets dark later."

"this…"

"To be honest, little brother, my family lives at the foot of the mountain. I have never seen any young master come to Wuhua Mountain. I wonder if you heard wrong?"

"Are there two Wuhua Mountains here?" The little book boy looked at the woodcutter in confusion.

The woodcutter shook her head. Seeing the boy staring at her, she quickly lowered her head and replied, "Little brother, I'm ugly. Don't look at me, for fear of scaring you."