When I spoke, I obviously had a very serious expression on his face, but Master was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, and I didn't know why he was like this.

Looking back now, when I was six years old, my mind was indeed a little younger than my peers, but this is also something that cannot be helped, and my mind does grow slower after living in that closed environment for many years.

Why do today's children have to be more precocious than the children of the past? To put it bluntly, because they are exposed to a large amount of information, they have a wider vision and more diverse exposure to things than our generation.

After leaving the loess ditch, Master took me through several ravines, and finally came to a clay kiln.

He rolled up his sleeves, put his two hands into the mouth of the kiln and touched it twice, and soon pulled out two pieces of yellow paper from it.

The two pieces of paper were wider and longer than the cot in which I slept, and when my master pulled them out, he took out a handful of red powder from his pocket, took a deep breath, and then shook his hand violently and sprinkled the red powder on the yellow paper.

When he took me up to Mt. Mokasa, he sprinkled the same thing on the slopes of the mountain.

I couldn't help but be curious, and asked Master, "What are those red ends?" ”

"This is Dansha."

Master responded very briefly to these four words, and then focused his full attention on the two pieces of yellow paper.

At that moment, all the breath that lingered on him was gone, and in my eyes, Master seemed to be one with his surroundings, and it was as if the sand on the ground, the clouds in the sky, or the wind speeding by the earthen kiln had become a part of Master.

Hiss –

With a long and narrow hissing sound, the two huge yellow papers changed, and the wind near them was obviously not strong, but one of the yellow papers was fluttering huntingly, and it was drifting more and more urgently, if it hadn't been for my master holding on to it, it would have flown away. Another piece of yellow paper was lit, and the flames were slowly spreading along the corner of the yellow paper towards the center of the paper.

But the master obviously didn't even take out the matches, how did he light the yellow paper?

I was extremely puzzled, but I didn't dare to ask questions, because there seemed to be an invisible coercion on Master's body, which made me dare not speak.

At first, the fluttering yellow paper just floated quietly without making a sound, but when the flames spread to the center of the other paper, it quickly made a crisp "da-da" sound.

This is the sound that paper should make when it flutters violently.

At the same time, the power that had been surrounding my master suddenly skyrocketed, and I saw that he first threw the lit paper on the ground, and then slammed his left hand and pressed the wild yellow paper into the flames.

With a snort, a very dazzling fire rose on the two pieces of yellow paper, the fire was extremely fierce, and the flames suddenly rose to a height of more than two meters, and I was three meters away, and I could feel the scorching heat on the flames.

The flame rose suddenly and went out quickly, and after only a few breaths, the flame disappeared, and the two pieces of yellow paper were completely burned to ashes.

The master squatted down, carefully looked at the ashes on the ground, and then took out a handful of miè incense and an iron ruler more than 30 centimeters long from the leather bag he was carrying.

Strange to say, as soon as he took out the iron ruler, there was a wind nearby.

The wind was so strong that the clothes were "whirring" and rattling, but the ashes left by the burning of the yellow paper were unmoved, and even though the wind was howling, they sank to the ground peacefully.

At this time, Master took out a thing the size of a date pit from his pocket, and I was a little far away, and the size of the thing was too small to make it clear what it was.

For a moment, the sound of the wind suddenly became extremely sharp, and the master immediately took a lunge, holding the iron ruler in one hand, and shaking the incense in the other.

Soon, including the figure of the master, a large area of the scene in my sight was enveloped by this cloud of smoke, and I wanted to go into the cloud and mist to see, but I was very worried in my heart, and I didn't know whether to go over or not.

At this time, the sound of the wind was a little sharper, and the wind was much stronger, the clouds and smoke were quickly blown away, and the vision became clear again, and I saw a black shadow quickly pressing towards the master.

As soon as I saw this shadow, I panicked for no reason, in fact, at that time, I didn't know that there were ghosts in this world, but I was instinctively afraid of it.

The shadow came quickly, and the master's movements were not slow at all, he immediately rounded his arm, waved the iron ruler and smashed it at the black shadow, while shaking the incense twice, causing the clouds and smoke to disperse.

In my field of vision, the iron ruler did not fall on the shadow, and when the ruler was still some distance away from it, it roared back as if it had been impacted, and at the same time, I saw that the master's wrist shook sharply, and the incense galloped out, and it was firmly rooted on the ground.

The incense stood on the ground, and the clouds on the incense head became several times thicker in an instant, and the black shadow also sped up and retreated hurriedly.

"Chi!"

The master suddenly let out a loud shout, shook his hand and threw the jujube kernel-like thing out.

The thing was flying so fast that it couldn't catch its trajectory with the naked eye alone, and could only hear it screech as it cut through the air.

In the next moment, a muffled sound of "pop" was heard, and the jujube core seemed to hit something, and at the same time, the black shadow floating in the air also dispersed.

Another gust of wind blew, and the paper ashes that had sunk on the ground were finally swept into the air and scattered in all directions with the force of the wind.

Master first put away the iron ruler, then squatted down, carefully looked at the incense sticking to the ground, and after a long while, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards me with a relaxed face.

At this moment, the power on his body had dissipated, and I finally dared to speak: "What is that black shadow?" ”

The Master thought for a moment before responding, "It's your sin and your calamity. ”

Why do I always fail to understand what Master says?

Master didn't explain much, just silently took my hand and continued on his way.

I can't remember how many miles we walked to get out of the Loess Slope, but I remember that whenever I was tired, Master would pick me up, and when my strength had recovered, he would put me down again.

Master said that as long as you have a little strength, you have to go your own way.

When I came out of the Loess Slope, it was already approaching dusk, so Master took me to a nearby town to drink a bowl of hot noodles, and then took the last long-distance bus to Feng Ho.

At that time, the bus was not like now, there was no air conditioning, the wagon was very thin, and the cold wind was swishing through the gap between the doors.

To this day, I can still remember the smell of that sheepskin jacket, when I was wrapped in this way by Master, walked the long road on the loess slope, and walked through the cold winter of 1992.