"I don't believe it. Although the temperature in the kiln is much higher than that of a normal fire, the distance between the kettle and the coal is farther than usual, and it is not necessarily faster than that of firewood. Sanxiang said.

He said as he approached the kettle.

The night watchman was defenseless, and said, "I don't believe you can lift the kettle and look at it, you will feel the heat in your face as soon as you lift it." ”

Sanxiang said: "Really? He quietly pinched the paper ball in the palm of his hand, lifted the kettle with one hand, lowered his head and pretended to peek at the red-hot mud bricks under the hole, and threw the paper ball into the hole with the other hand very covertly.

He saw that the red paper clumps burned in an instant among the hot coals, turning red like coal, and then gradually becoming smaller and disappearing. Sanxiang smiled comfortably and said, "Well, it's really hot." It's hot enough. ”

The night watchman looked smug.

The next day, the brick factory went to work normally. The brick-burning worker opened the sealed kiln door, but was frightened by the scene in front of him! They didn't dare to move out a single brick, so they hurriedly called someone to go to the factory director to come and see.

The factory director was also stunned at the kiln gate. The bricks that began to be stacked neatly in the cave are now in shambles, like a house that was bombed out during the war years, and broken bricks are everywhere. Pick up one of the bricks and knock it lightly, and the red bricks will immediately shatter like charcoal ash.

"Where are these red bricks! This is worse than tofu dregs! The factory director scolded, "Even if the heat is not good enough, how can the soil be burned so soft." What the hell is going on? The director turned his head and asked the brick-burners. The brick-burners shook their heads.

At this time, Sanxiang secretly rejoiced in the house. His child had regained his former vigor, dancing and tossing in his arms.

I asked my grandfather, "Now you can go home with peace of mind!" ”

Grandpa shook his head, lit a cigarette, and said, "This ghost has to find a way to collect it, otherwise it will harm others." ”

"Collecting ghosts?" I asked, suppressing my inexplicable excitement. When it comes to collecting ghosts, I immediately think of the scene in the myth where King Tota Li used the divine tower in his hand to subdue other demons and monsters.

Grandpa was full of sadness: "I'm not a professional Taoist priest, I don't know where to put the ghost after receiving it." It's not safe to put it at home, and it's not safe to put it in someone else's place. ”

"Isn't it like a pet to play with?" I immediately hit the hell idea.

"You want?" Grandpa quipped.

"I'm not afraid of catching ghosts, but I'm still afraid of raising ghosts?" I replied with my head tilted, looking high-spirited.

"I'm afraid you won't dare to ask for it then." Grandpa said, "Okay, you get ready, and we're going to take in the spores tonight." By the way, don't eat garlic and chili peppers for dinner. The smell was big, and the ghost felt it sensitively and could smell it. ”

Finally, I looked forward to the dark sky and the moon like a hook.

Grandpa asked, "Do you know who is closest to Sanxiang's child?" ”

I said yes.

Grandpa asked, "Is there a difference of more than six months between the date of birth?" ”

I said no.

I asked my grandfather, "Why do you want to ask if it's been more than six months?" Won't the ghost be harmed if it's been more than six months? ”

Grandpa nodded and said, "When a person comes out of the mother's womb, it is called yang birth; When a person is reincarnated into his mother's womb, it is called a yin birth. The time between the yang and yin births, called the gap time, is exactly six months. It is along this gap time that the ghosts go to harm people according to the geographical location. Therefore, as long as you know whether there are other children born in the interval, you can know the route of the spores. You haven't seen what it says in that ancient book. ”

At that time, I had already flipped through the ancient books five or six times, but there were some parts of the Chinese that I didn't understand, so it took a lot of time to understand. But with a little bit of grandpa, I knew that it was probably written on the first few pages of the book.

Grandpa took a box of matches, told me to carry a clay pot, and set off.

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