The last one was even more scary, and I almost didn't wake up from a night's sleep. I finally woke up and felt uncomfortable, from convulsions to finally vomiting blood from my mouth, it was better to put incense and kowtow under the old locust tree later.

From then on, don't talk about road builders.

Even the other neighbors in the village took a detour, and my family was unlucky in the village, because my family enshrined a black statue that looked like a ghost and a Buddha, and the whole heavenly house was filled with cigarette smoke, giving people a sense of gloomy atmosphere.

Since I was a child, I was told that my home was not clean, and I have always been haunted by ghosts, and later I said that there was a ghost guarding the old locust tree at the gate of my house.

The old locust tree is the hiding place of that ghost, no one can move, and they will be fascinated if they pass by.

Anyway, in my memory, since I was born, my neighbors looked at our family strangely, and they liked to gossip behind our backs, and I didn't take it seriously.

But now that my grandmother says that the old locust tree can't make people move, I'm a little curious, what can a tree have!?

In addition to the summer when the sky is hot, the shade under the tree is not used, but when you get up at night, the old locust tree at the gate of the courtyard is gloomy.

My dad seemed to understand at the time, and nodded without showing a puzzled expression on his face, saying that as long as he lived for one day, no one would be able to move the old locust tree.

"The second testament that your grandmother said is the Yin Bodhisattva enshrined in the hall, after she leaves, it must not be opened, and the incense cannot be broken, it must be worshiped well." Qinghegu said solemnly.

The half-Buddha and half-ghost sculpture enshrined in the shrine in the middle of the hall is supposed to be made of black clay pots.

On each side there is a small red paper figure cut out of red paper, one on the left and one on the right, which is now blackened.

For as long as I can remember, whether it was a festival or my birthday, my grandmother burned paper in a broken iron basin full of paper ashes under the shrine.

The dead man's paper money and sandalwood curled like mist in the hall, pungent and choking, and the black-faced Buddha in the shrine loomed, and the already strange face was even more strange.

On my birthday, my grandmother would also ask me to burn some paper money, saying that on my birthday, the Buddha spirit in the shrine would bless me with peace for the year.

Actually, I've had doubts since I was a child.

But every time I asked, my grandmother kept silent and didn't say a word.

What surprised me even more now was that my grandmother had deliberately explained the black Buddha under the shrine before leaving.

"What's the third will grandma said?" I asked Aunt Qinghe.

But I didn't expect that after saying this, Qinghegu seemed to have something difficult to hide, and I obviously felt that she was embarrassed.

"This third will, your grandmother only read out one paragraph." Aunt Qinghe sighed, and still said a few words that grandma opened her eyes and muttered before leaving.

Ghost candles and lanterns are surrounded by golden scales,

Yin Jun was shocked by the three colder dreams.

Yang Maiden serves the emperor's couch,

The white bones and coffins are forever hearted.

At that time, when I heard Qinghegu say this, I was stunned, and I didn't know why at all, so I could only watch it in a daze.

"Your grandmother is letting you use red candles as a guide, Yin people as matchmakers, black hair and white bones, forever tied ......with one heart" When she said this, Qinghegu's face sank, and she looked embarrassed.

I didn't quite understand it, so I asked Aunt Qinghe, "What do you mean?" ”

"Your grandmother, she ......" Qinghegu hesitated for a moment before adding, "She wants you to marry a yin person." ”

When he said this, my dad shuddered, and then looked up to see that my eyes were bloodshot, but he didn't say a word.