My name is Bai Xiaoyi, and I grew up with my grandfather on the edge of the Yellow River.

The family lives in the old Kaifeng City, near the Yellow River boundary of the Sancha River estuary formed by the three rivers, called Sancha Wanzi.

It is said that in ancient times, Huang He flooded, rushed to Kaifeng, it was Yu who blocked the Yellow River back to Shandong when he controlled the water, and placed a sword at the bottom of the river at the mouth of the Sancha River, this sword is called "water sword." ”

In the early years of the founding of the People's Republic of China, there was no bridge at the mouth of the Sancha River, only an ancient ferry, and people wanted to cross the Yellow River, so they had to take a boat here.

The eight generations of our ancestors are all here to ferry, pull people of the Yellow River boatmen, to my grandfather's generation is no exception, because of the ancestral reasons, the reputation has always been very loud, people give the nickname "white old ghost." ”

In the summer of that year, a southerner, in his fifties, not tall, black and thin, carrying a burden, seemed very shrewd, and every day when he came here, he would take my grandfather's boat to cross the river, go back and forth on both sides of the river, and take out a compass from the burden to measure around, and this came and went for several days.

In the blink of an eye, it was early in the morning, and he came to the ferry and got on his grandfather's boat, still going to the other side of the river.

On the boat, while looking at the compass, he looked at the boat under his feet and pretended to ask casually, "Master Bai, you have been on this boat for some years, right?" ”

My grandfather said: "No, my boat was left by my ancestors, and it was there in the Qing Dynasty, and at that time it was a ghost boat dedicated to the Qing government to catch corpses in the Yellow River, which was amazing." ”

The man's eyes rolled when he heard this, and he said, "I like your boat very much, why don't you sell it to me at a price." ”

My grandfather shook his head like a rattle: "Not for sale." ”

The next day the man came again, and he still wanted to buy my grandfather's boat, and the price was very high, and my grandfather said that this boat was an ancestral business, and it could not be sold, and he had to rely on him to feed the family.

Until the fifth day, when the price was five times that day, he had to buy a ship, and he was even willing to exchange a box of gold, silver, and jewelry.

At that time, my grandfather was moved, why did he have to buy my boat, and judging from what he has done these days, there must be something wrong here, I have to figure it out.

The man was also anxious, and said directly: "Just say it, how much money or something you want, as long as you can open your mouth, I will get it all for you." ”

My grandfather said, since it comes to this, I will also pick out and tell you, if you don't tell the real purpose, I won't sell it as much as you want, and the benefits can't belong to you alone!

The man couldn't be fooled at first glance, so he simply handed over the truth.

It turns out that there is a kind of warlock in the south, who is locked in a dark room with doors and windows closed when he comes out of the womb, and he is not allowed to see the light when he is born.

After a hundred days, the child's eyes were unusually bright and he could see clearly in the dark, and then the master would teach him the skills to identify and collect treasures.

After completing their studies, whether it is buried in the ground or sunk in the water, they have a way to find it, and then use spells to get it.

They went to all parts of the country to search for treasures, which is the "treasure holder" spread on the rivers and lakes. ”

And this person is a "Southern Barbarian" who can hold treasures, he found this water-dividing sword at the mouth of the Sancha River, and he came to hold treasures specifically.

But he found that there was an old dragon guarding the bottom of the water, surrounding the water wall, and he couldn't get close to this water-splitting sword at all.

Although he has spells, what worries him is the lack of a magic weapon to help him attack the wall of water.

This thing must have three elements: first, it must be old and long, absorb the essence of the sun and the moon and have the aura, the second must be often in contact with people to gain popularity, and the third must have a strong evil spirit, to suppress the unclean things inside, so as to break through the water wall set up by the old dragon, all three are indispensable.

When my grandfather heard this, it suddenly dawned on him that the boat in his hand just met all the conditions, but what was the use of this water sword?

The man said, this sword should be the only treasure in the world, it has three uniques, one is to make muddy water clear, two is to make salty water lighter, three must be able to control the water level in the river, to prevent flooding, do you say this is a priceless treasure?

My grandfather was dumbfounded when he heard it directly, and the man continued: "You know everything, if you want to get the water sword, you can't do it without your boat, and I also need an assistant, and I won't look for anyone else, as long as you help me get the water sword, how much benefit will it be in the future, the two of us will add two to five equal shares, and then you will make a fortune, why don't you do it?"

My grandfather said, "Of course I did this good thing, I listened to you, when do you say we should do it?"

The man groaned for a while and said, "I have to go back and calculate, choose a good day and an auspicious day, and then prepare some things for application, so that nothing goes wrong, and then I will come to you, and you must take care of your mouth in this matter, and you can't tell anyone, and the heavens must not be revealed!"

Five or six days later, it was the night of the fifteenth full moon of the lunar calendar, and in the evening my grandfather came to the mouth of the Sancha River with a small boat, and landed on the shore to find the man.

The man said, "Let's do it tonight on the third watch, and it must be done before the rooster crows, and you can come on board with me and do as I say." ”

The two of them drank tea for a while, and when they saw that the third watch had arrived, the ferry also stopped, and the night was quiet.

The man asked my grandfather to stop the boat in the middle of the river and put down the anchor, only to see him take apart the braid, take off his shoes and socks, and then take out five small triangular flags, red red, yellow, blue, white, black five colors, handed to my grandfather and said: "After a while, I will go down into the water, you will see a big hand stretched out of the water, don't be afraid, that is my hand, you have to see what color of hand to stretch out, you put what color flag in your hand, don't make a mistake, I have to die, success or failure in this move, remember to remember!"

The man told me a thousand times, and my grandfather nodded yes again and again.

At this time, the man took out the fire sickle, flint, and velvet and shot it out of fire, lit it with a yellow talisman in his hand, and recited a set of incantations in his mouth.

Seeing that the yellow fu was burning more and more, the man threw the yellow fu into the river suddenly, and the river was forced to separate to both sides, and the man jumped and entered the bottom of the river, and then the water closed again.

My grandfather waited alone in the boat, not much effort, only to see the river boiling and tumbling like a boiling pot, and then a blood-red hand stretched out from the river, the fingers were thicker than a human arm, my grandfather quickly put the red flag into his hand, and the red hand clenched his fist, and retreated.

After a while, the river rolled again, and the boat swayed, and a huge black hand stretched out from the river, whose fingers were thicker than a man's thigh, and my grandfather hurriedly handed it the black flag, and the black hand retreated with a fist.

After a while, the river began to churn again, and the boat was about to capsize in the rough seas, and a larger white hand appeared out of the water, with fingers as thick as waists.

My grandfather thought at this time: This water-dividing sword is a treasure for the benefit of one party, if I let the southern barbarian suffocate the treasure, then our feng shui will be broken, and then the flood will be flooded, and the people of the whole city will suffer, if I don't even feed Wang Ba, won't I become a sinner through the ages, and I must not help him anymore.

My grandfather came to his senses and decided to rebel.

So he took a yellow flag and handed it over, and went down with his white hands in a fist, and it stretched out again with little effort, and the river churned even more painfully, and it all poured up the embankment.

My grandfather gave it the blue flag again, and then lifted anchor and pushed the boat back to the shore, and ran ashore with the white flag, and then saw the big white hand raise the water again, but he could not get the white flag again.

The hand is empty, the surrounding river is like a mountain wall around it, my grandfather stood on the bank, suddenly heard a golden rooster announce, and then looked at the river, boom, like a huge thunder, the white hand is gone, the river has also returned to calm, a floating corpse floats on the river, but the head has moved, more than a foot away from the body, it is the southern barbarian who holds the treasure.

At this time, the tide was receding, and the dead bodies were floating into the sea.

I've heard this story countless times from my grandfather, and whenever I talk about the final awakening and rebellion, I can't suppress the pride on my face, as if I once went to block the hole of a gun and blew up a bunker.

After his death, the treasured Nanban left a burden on the boat, in addition to some messy things that Grandpa couldn't understand, there was also a book.

Grandpa couldn't read and couldn't recognize what was written in the book, so he took it back to pad the table legs, and this pad was for decades, until I was born and grew up, and I found that the book was written with some gods and strange things, and I didn't care, just read it as a mythological novel.

It wasn't until a female corpse floated on the river surface of Sanchawanzi that I realized that the content of this book was not simple.