The fire went out when it came to the incense, just like someone came over to blow it out, and her grandfather didn't light the incense even after a box of fire. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She watched from behind her grandfather, feeling a chill on her body, and a tingling sensation on the back of her neck that jumped to the soles of her feet.

Later, her grandmother said that if she couldn't light it like this, she would go to the stove fire to light it, and the stove fire would definitely be able to light it.

His grandfather went to light it with the stove, and sure enough, it was lit at once. But after the incense was taken out, I poked it in front of the big locust tree, and the incense burned a few times and then extinguished, not only was it extinguished, but even the copper incense burner cracked open.

Her grandfather invited a feng shui master to come and see, the feng shui master came and walked around the big locust tree a few times, called her grandfather and muttered a few words, her grandfather thought for a long time, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and said, if this thing becomes fine in the future, it must not harm people?...... Then let's cut it, save yourself trouble in the future!

The feng shui master gave her grandfather the idea, dig a one-foot deep hole at the foot of the locust tree, and then kill the chickens, pour the chicken blood into the hole, and poured the blood of three chickens into the hole, before the hole was filled, and then the feng shui master sprinkled something into it, and then asked my master to cover the tree hole, and let the trunk be painted with chicken blood, and then he used copper coins in front of the tree to set up a formation, saying that it could suck the tree qi of the big locust tree dry, so that it stayed for a night, and when the tree died, it could be cut down!

Who knew that she felt chills all over her body that night, and she didn't feel comfortable anywhere on her body, especially her two feet.

Later, she fell asleep in her grandmother's arms, and when she dreamed, she dreamed of a little boy about her age, dressed in ordinary coarse cloth clothes, with unkempt hair on his head, swollen feet, cracked skin on his calves, dripping and dripping out.

The little boy cried and said to her, if you don't want to die, don't cut down the tree in your family, and dig up the chicken blood and cinnabar in that hole, otherwise he will die tomorrow, and if he dies, you must also die, and if he dies, it will not bring peace to your family!

The old grandmother was only eight years old at the time, and she woke up to find that her feet were so painful that she couldn't walk, swollen like two steamed buns, as if something was burning her feet, and the fire was burning painfully.

She suddenly remembered the dream she had, so she told her grandfather, and her grandfather hurriedly went to withdraw the feng shui master's array, dug out the hole where the chicken blood was buried, buried it in new soil, and washed the chicken blood on the bark with water, and worked for more than an hour.

It turned out that the old locust tree had already become fine, and her grandfather didn't dare to cut down the tree, so the new house was built under the tree, and the family lived for a long time without anything happening, so they were relieved.

The old grandmother also said that after this incident, one evening she was playing in the yard, and suddenly saw the little boy standing on the branch of the big locust tree, he beckoned her to come over, and told her that she would have a catastrophe in a few days, because she had saved her life, and when she was in danger in a few days, she must run to the bottom of the big locust tree and call three times, "Little locust help me", he can protect her.

The little boy told her to remember, and before she could say anything, he was gone.

The old grandmother didn't seem to understand it, and she didn't know what danger she would encounter, but at that time, the Japanese were making trouble, and people were panicking everywhere, so she didn't dare to go out at all.

One day, a lot of Japanese suddenly broke into the village, they caught people when they saw them, and they would be killed if they resisted a little, and a few Japanese soldiers came to her house to arrest people, and they took guns and arrested her grandparents and fathers viciously, she was so frightened that she remembered what the little boy said, so she ran to the backyard and pulled her mother out to run under the big locust tree, and called the little boy's name.

Suddenly, the big locust tree cracked a crack under the tree, and the gap was so small that she could only get into it alone, and her mother couldn't get into it.

At the age of eight, she cried anxiously and said to the tree, if my mother can't get in, she will be caught and killed by the bad guys, and I will be very pitiful without my mother, so if my mother can't get in, I won't go in!

At this time, she heard a heavy sigh in her ears, and the crack in the big tree cracked a lot, and many of the sap of the tree flowed down from the crack, and it seemed that the big locust tree was seriously injured.

She and her mother got into the crack of the big locust tree, and her mother hugged her tightly, and the two of them hid in a hole in the middle of the tree, and the big locust tree closed the crack.

Later, they heard a lot of noise outside, a lot of gunshots, and a lot of people were crying, and the slow crying was less, and I don't know how long it took for the big locust tree to reopen the crack, and the two of them got out of the hole.

The scene in front of them shocked them, many villagers were shot, the corpses were bleeding in patches, grandparents and fathers were also in the pile of dead, grandma was beaten by Japanese soldiers on the head and bleeding, lying at home for a few days and died, only she and mother were still alive at home, and the mother and daughter lived on each other.

Later, she often went to the big locust tree to call the little boy's name, but the little boy never appeared again, when the big tree hole that had been cracked to save her and her mother could no longer be closed, and she watched the heart of the tree inside gradually rot and fall, and the whole tree was rotten and only a piece of bark remained.

At that time, more than half of the leaves of the locust tree were dried up, and many branches fell from the tree, she thought that it might be because the locust tree in order to save one more person, the hole in the tree cracked too big, hurting her vitality, so she was about to die, she was very anxious, because she was afraid that the locust tree would die, so she found a lot of oil paper used to make rain boots at that time to wrap the bark of the locust tree, and water and fertilize it, and often guard it.

Slowly more than a year passed, the leaves of the big locust tree in the spring, the bark cracked place grew a lot of pimple scars, the branches also gradually sprouted, and the big locust tree came back to life!

But no matter how much she called the little boy of the big locust tree, the little boy never appeared again, nor did he speak in her ear, as if he had disappeared.

Once, she couldn't sleep at night, so she walked to the big locust tree and called the little boy's name, although he did not come out, she still leaned against the door of her house, talked to him, thanked him for saving his life, and asked herself the question she had asked many times, where did he go!

Then she fell asleep on the steps of the gate, and in a daze she heard the sound of a worm crawling. (To be continued.) )