Chapter 131: Memories of a Past Life

"That's what happened!" Grandpa sighed, "Then, the first thing we have to deal with is the green-haired water demon, and then we can save the child's soul." ”

I learned how to deal with the green-haired water demon from "Hundred Arts", but the problem was how to lure the green-haired water demon out and set aside time to fight her.

Grandpa saw through my thoughts, and his eyes were fixed on me and I said, "We can go up to that meadow and meet them." Of course, they probably already know that we are going to deal with them, and they hide from us directly. ”

"yes, what are we going to do if they do?" I say.

Grandpa said, "Then let's go to the man's grave first." The green-haired water demon can hide in the reservoir, but the man's grave can't run away with long legs. ”

"That's just as well."

The grandfather comforted the child's mother and the child, saying that he would definitely help them. The child's mother gratefully sent us out.

For the next two days, my grandfather and I waited behind the tea tree where Ma Zhong had stayed and the green-haired water demon appeared. Sure enough, the green-haired water demon didn't appear for a few days.

"They must have known about our actions." Grandpa said, "Let's do something else." ”

Grandpa took out a bundle of red cloth ropes that he had prepared in advance, waved at me, and told me to walk to the top of the mountain together. Walking to the top of the hill, we found a grave flooded by grass, with no tombstones, only a few bricks marking which side was the front. Grandpa walked to the front of the grave and said in a consoling tone: "Originally, Bingbing's parents broke up your pair of hard-working mandarin ducks, and I know you have grievances." You are in love, and you will have a tryst when you die. I'm not going to interfere with that. But now the two peeping children, one has drowned, and the other has lost his soul. If you can't come back to life if you're dead, that's it. But now this one is not dead, and I must save it. ”

A gust of wind blew, and the wild grass on the grave rose and fell like waves in a reservoir, as if in response to Grandpa's words. The whining of the wind is creepy.

Grandpa seemed to understand the language of the wind, smiled gently, and said, "You are also a reasonable person. If you want to have a tryst, you should choose a remote and sparsely populated place. Even though people were sleeping at noon, it wasn't quite right. It's not right for them to peep, but you're responsible. ”

Another whimpering wind.

Grandpa said, "I'm sorry," and pulled the red cloth rope. He found two cypress trees in the direction of the grave facing the reservoir and tied the red cloth rope to one tree at a time. Knee height. Grandpa said: "Red cloth rope, red cloth rope, the Milky Way in the sky is separated by one layer, and the Cowherd and Weaver Girl can't cross." Then two yellow paper symbols were pasted on each of the two cypress trees.

The wind suddenly became so strong that I couldn't open my eyes, and my hair was stretched straight behind my head. The clothes whirred under the noise of the wind, and it was difficult to walk.

Although the two yellow paper talismans were not glued vigorously, they could not be blown down no matter how strong the wind was.

Grandpa shook his feet and said: "Good words are not used for a basket of good words!" ”

The wind suddenly weakened a lot, and a whirlwind formed at Grandpa's feet, pulling at Grandpa's trouser legs. Grandpa ignored me, took my hand and walked down the mountain. The whirlwind followed Grandpa, but when Grandpa stepped over the red cloth rope, the whirlwind couldn't follow. But the sound of the whirlwind drilled into my ears like a fly, and it was consciously wanted to be heard.

Walking to the side of the reservoir, Grandpa stopped. I wondered what my grandfather was going to do.

Grandpa stood on the shore for a while, and blisters appeared on the surface of the water two or three feet in front of him, like a big carp lying at the bottom. Grandpa smiled and said, "Bingbing, I knew you were here." Why don't you dare come out to meet me? "The sound of the whirlwind on the top of the mountain is still in my ears. The sound of "bubbling" bubbles appeared on the surface of the water again. The two voices intertwined like a song of resentment.

The blisters slowly moved towards us. I couldn't help but take two steps back. Grandpa was still smiling and waiting for it to come closer.

The blisters are close to the shore and no longer come closer.

Grandpa squatted down and said to the blister, "If you want to come to me, please go to the village of Thrush to the north." You follow the old river, you come to the bridge, then you go ashore, you go down the avenue again, you come to the end of the avenue, and you turn left. It's a hundred or so steps to my home. ”

I was dumbfounded. We have never been the only ones who go out to hunt ghosts, this time does grandpa want the green-haired water demon to send it to the door? I don't understand.

After Grandpa's words, the blisters in the reservoir gradually disappeared. I could faintly feel a large carp wagging its clumsy tail under the water, slowly drifting away and burrowing back into the soft mud.

Grandpa watched the blisters slowly disappear, stood up with his hands on his legs, and said, "Liang Zai, let's go." ”

I asked, "Is that okay?" ”

Grandpa nodded confidently and took out a cigarette and lit it.

I said, "Grandpa, don't smoke all the time." If you want to quit smoking, I won't say it, and if I do, it's the wind in my ears. But you can smoke fewer sticks a day. Grandpa smiled, didn't talk, and smoked by himself.

Back at home, Grandpa took out the rattan chair that Grandpa used to sit on and placed it in the center of the floor in front of the house.

My mother told me that when my grandfather was too old to move, he used to sit on this wicker chair. I was less than five years old at the time, and my dad always liked to put me on a wicker chair and let me play on my dad's body.

People say that children have no memory before they are five years old, but I remember the day my grandfather died. When I arrived at my grandfather's house that day, the only time I saw my grandfather was lying on the door panel in the center of the room, instead of sitting on a wicker chair. At that time, I didn't know that people were still dead, so I thought that my grandfather was sleeping on the door panel. I just rolled next to my father, blaming him for not putting me on the wicker chair. I still wondered, why are grandparents crying next to grandpa?

That was the only memory I had until I was five years old. If you ask me again what other memories I have before I was five years old, I'll shake my head. Although I still remember this only scene, I can't remember my grandfather's appearance. Although I can recall rolling around next to my father, who was already cold, I could not see his face clearly through the hazy memories. I only remember that there was such a person, but I can't remember the person's face.

I think I owe this memory to this old rattan chair. It is a clue to my recollection. No wonder Grandpa said that if someone sees something special, it is possible to make that person recall something from a past life. I think that special thing must have had a very great meaning in his previous life, so that he will not be able to completely forget it in the next life. We can't recall our past lives, perhaps because we haven't encountered that particular thing all along.