Chapter Eighty-Nine: A Fork in the Road Ghost Officer

"I didn't fight her." Grandpa said.

"Didn't fight? You didn't know how to do magic at that time, did you? Daddy didn't teach you? I asked.

"It's not that my grandfather didn't teach me." Grandpa slurred.

"Why is that? If you let her go, she'll hurt someone else. "I broke the casserole and asked the end.

Grandpa threw away the cigarette that he had only smoked twice, took a deep breath, and then spit out the smoke together, and said flatly: "You little child can't understand the mind of adults." ”

Actually, I know my grandfather's mind because I fell in love with a cute girl at school. She was in the class next door to me. Every winter, her face is as red as an autumn apple, turning my seasons upside down and my mind confused. I started getting distracted in class, always imagining her as the heroine of various movies, and I was the hero who defeated multiple enemies and finally won her heart. In her wild imagination, I was her only protector.

I think that since grandpa can't be her protector, he will definitely not become her hurter.

"There are good ghosts among ghosts." Grandpa said, "She's a good ghost, so I let her go." ”

"Good ghost?" My grandfather and I have caught so many ghosts, but we have yet to meet a good ghost that does not harm anyone.

"In the ancient book I gave you, it was written: Man has three souls and seven spirits, the soul is stupid, and the soul is good and evil." Grandpa deliberately diverted the topic, and I understood it and didn't ask any more questions.

"Is there a difference between a soul and a spirit?" I asked. There is this sentence on the "Hundred Techniques Drive", I remember.

Grandpa took out a cigarette and sniffed it twice on his nose, then put it back into the cigarette case and said, "It stands to reason that after a person dies, the three souls and seven spirits will leave the body, but they will not disperse, and the souls gathered together will be thrown into a new reincarnation." However, after the death of a person who has a grudge, if there are more evil thoughts than good thoughts, the soul wants to go away and the spirit wants to stay, and the three souls and seven spirits scatter. Spirits remain in the body to form physical evil spirits, such as painted skins, zombies, dustpan ghosts, etc.; There are also spirits that do not reside in the body, forming disembodied demons, such as spores and lost gods. ”

"And who are the good ghosts you are talking about?"

"A good ghost is a soul that dwells in the body, or a soul alone. The best example of this is the reverse road ghost. ”

"Backwards?"

"Yes. This ghost is not recorded in the "Hundred Arts". "Hundred Tricks" is a book for catching ghosts, and ghosts are good ghosts, so there is no need to catch them. Grandpa looked up at the sky and said, "This good ghost will tell you later." Let's hurry, your grandma must be waiting at home. ”

I took a few steps and said, "Don't we care about the female ghosts here in Hongjiaduan?" ”

"Let's not meddle for a while. Wait for the monk of the Cigarette Temple to deal with it, and I will come back on the day the monk comes. You can study in school with peace of mind, and I will tell you about the situation when the time comes. ”

I was not satisfied and said, "Hmm." ”

My grandfather and I walked to a fork in the road, the road on the left led to Thrush Village, and the road on the right led to a place called Longwan Bridge.

There was a sound of gongs and drums. Who came out to ring the gong so late? I looked around in confusion, and suddenly I saw a large group of people walking in front of me. The first two people beat a gong and a drum, followed by an eight-lift sedan chair, and the four corners of the sedan chair are hung with white paper lanterns. They were followed by two columns of men, some on horseback, some on foot, some carrying flags, and some holding swords.

Grandpa hurriedly grabbed me and shouted in a deep voice: "Get down, lie on the ground." We've got a fork in the road. Don't talk when they're coming. Thumb and big toe point to the ground. ”

Hearing that my grandfather was so nervous, I knew that something was extraordinary, so I hurriedly lay down as my grandfather said. The thumb and big toe were pressed against the ground, and the face was pressed against the yellow mud and did not dare to make a sound.