Chapter 231: The Golden Helmet

If I asked my grandfather directly, he wouldn't tell me unless he was in the mood for it. But Grandpa never sold off among his peers.

"Actually, I didn't see the true nature of the lost god from beginning to end. But it's kind of interesting to talk about. Grandpa said with interest.

"Oh? Then you can tell me about it. The gong striker asked happily. I also turned my head to listen to my grandfather.

Grandpa said, "Although I haven't seen the lost god, I know that he had a daughter named Yaoyao before his death. And Yaoyao was also killed by that Precious Daoist. And this lost god liked this daughter very much before his death, so soon after Yaoyao's death, he committed suicide. He committed suicide and was still angry, and he stayed in the world and did not throw himself into the underworld. ”

The gong bearer nodded and said, "It is difficult for the unjust ghosts to return to the underworld by themselves." ”

Grandpa flicked the cigarette ash and said, "Coincidentally, the reason why the general slope is called the general slope is because a general was buried in that small slope in the Tang Dynasty." And the helmet that this general wore when he was buried was a golden helmet given by the emperor. Therefore, many powerful thieves have always gone to the General's Slope to find the general's grave and try to steal the golden helmet. This general is a very blessed man, a man who has been killed in thousands of troops on the battlefield, how can he tolerate a living thief stealing the golden helmet rewarded by the emperor after his death? So he asked the local ghost officer to come forward and help protect his tomb and guard his golden helmet. The general is a figure with great achievements in the world, and when he goes to the underworld, he naturally attracts the attention of the ghosts. The ghost officer agreed to the general's request. However, how can the general Poe be protected from thieves in such a palm-sized area? The ghost officer came up with a good idea, which was to send a special ghost to guard the land. ”

"This ghost is the lost god." The gong striker has already guessed.

"Yes." Grandpa nodded and said, "In order to re-enter the reincarnation, the water ghost also has to pull a stand-in to get rid of himself." The lost god also has to be replaced after a while, but the replacement of the lost god is chosen by the local ghost official. I don't know that after changing a few lost gods, the ghost official chose Yaoyao's father to replace the lost god and let him protect the general's grave. ”

"So you're going to ask him to help deal with the Noble Daoist?" The gong striker asked, "Then how do you know that the Lost God happens to be the enemy of the Precious Daoist?" If the Lost God is not the enemy of the Noble Daoist, it won't necessarily help you. ”

"I can't tell you that." Grandpa laughed. And I know that my grandfather knew about this by relying on the manuscripts left by my grandfather. Grandpa didn't tell him because what he told would have a certain backlash. Grandpa has already suffered a serious backlash and can't take on more responsibilities.

"You went to the General's Slope and asked for its help?" The gong striker asked reluctantly.

Grandpa said, "Yes." Am I still going to invite it to my home? When it comes to my house, I can't find my way out. Hehe. ”

"That's right." The gong striker laughed too.

The white-haired woman finished singing another short paragraph, and the gong beater followed unhurriedly and struck the gong. I happened to be next to my grandfather to listen to them, and I was caught off guard by the movement of the gong player, and the loud gong shook my ears.

When the gong was finished, the gong bearer said to his grandfather, "When I came just now, I met five blind men on the road. ”

"Five blind men?" Grandpa asked.

"I'm also strange, there aren't five blind people in Wentian Village. I drank too much at the time, maybe I was dazzled. ”

"You're not dazzled. But only four of those five were blind, and one had one eye. Grandpa said.

"Then I didn't pay attention, hey, how do you know one of them has one eye?" The gong striker asked puzzled.

"They came here earlier to bow down to the old man." Grandpa said.

"Oh, it turned out to be an old man's acquaintance. I thought it was. The gong striker touched his face and let out a long yawn. The smell of wine came out and it was very smoky.

Grandpa took a puff of his cigarette and asked, "Where did you see them?" ”

"I saw it next to the main road into the village." The gong striker said.

"Is it the road in front of Wen Sazi's house?" Grandpa was a little anxious.

"Yes! Wen Sazi lives next to the main road. Is there something wrong? The gong striker struck the gong as he spoke. I hurriedly covered my ears with my hands.

"Liang Zai, come with me!" Grandpa grabbed my arm and pulled me off the chair. When the people around me saw that Grandpa and I had disturbed their listening to filial piety, they had unpleasant expressions on their faces.

"Old man Yue Yun, where are you going?" Seeing that his grandfather was panicked, the gong striker asked in confusion.

Grandpa stood up: "The five you see are not people, they are ghosts." They are Mr. Ichimoku Go, and they may want to harm Wen Sazi! My grandfather turned to me and said, "Go and ask for some glutinous rice in the kitchen." ”

I was dissatisfied: "This is not my house, where do you say that you want glutinous rice?" ”

Grandpa said, "There were meatballs at the banquet just now, and there must be glutinous rice in the kitchen for the funeral, so you go to the chef to ask for something." Hurry up. If Wen Sazi is inhaled by Mr. Ichimoku, it will be troublesome. ”

I said, "Grandpa, haven't you been able to catch ghosts during this time?" ”

Grandpa pushed me out quickly and said, "It's because I can't catch ghosts that I want you to ask for some glutinous rice." Hurry up, hurry up, don't ask so much, it's not too late to ask again when you come back. ”

I stopped asking and ran with my legs outstretched.

I also noticed that there were meatballs on the table just now. This dish is indispensable in our place. This meatball is different from the hot pot in the city, it is made by mixing finely chopped minced meat with cornstarch and then rolling glutinous rice on the surface. Such meatballs are fragrant and non-greasy, and the taste is quite good.

Soon, I borrowed a small bag of glutinous rice from the chef. When I returned to the hall, my grandfather was already waiting for me at the door of the shed. Grandpa pulled a few pine needles on the door frame of the greenhouse and kneaded them in his hands.

"Did you borrow the glutinous rice?" Grandpa asked anxiously.

"Well, borrowed it." I showed my grandfather the pocket-sized bag of glutinous rice.

"Go, go, go!" Grandpa grabbed my arm again, and his hand pinched my muscles like pliers.

In the hazy moonlight, my grandfather and I walked on an illusory road with only a white ribbon to Wen Sazi's house.