Grandpa put down the axe and walked around the grave twice, inspecting the location of the bamboo nails. I stood aside and watched my grandfather's meticulous appearance in the thick fog, and a strange thought flashed in my heart, grandpa is now like a fairy walking in a fairyland, and the thick fog sets off this atmosphere. At this time, I looked at him with less gentleness and more sacredness that could not be desecrated. At this time, my grandfather was not the peasant grandfather who usually doted on me, but the fairy grandfather who was infected with fairy energy and had extraordinary skills, and he was a little similar to the crooked Taoist priest in the small temple next to our junior high school. Of course, I'm talking about god-likeness, not form-likeness. The crooked Taoist priest lives in Xiangshan Temple, his eyes are crooked, his nose is crooked, his face is crooked, and when he walks, it is even more crooked, which makes people worry that he will fall. When the crooked Taoist priest saw our students going to the temple and looked at us curiously, he stretched out his dirty hand and touched our heads, lying to us that the students who had touched our heads could be admitted to universities. Later, I did get my wish and was admitted to university, and several other partners who were also touched have now lost contact, and I don't know if they also went to college.

The teacher at the school asked us not to go to the temple of the crooked Taoist, saying that the reason why the crooked Taoist priest looked crooked was because the ghost spirit was too heavy. He also said that there were many ghosts hidden in the temple of the crooked Taoist, all of whom he took back from the outside, and we couldn't see them during the day, and those ghosts only came out at night to find the crooked Taoist priest to ask for this and that.

In the eyes of the students, what the teacher said was much more credible than the average person, so no one dared to go to that Xiangshan Temple anymore. Now that I think about it, I don't know if the teacher is telling the truth or deliberately scaring us, asking us to study with peace of mind and not play crazy.

In short, it really felt like a crooked Taoist priest was attached to his grandfather. It was a weird feeling, I swear, I never felt like Grandpa was someone else before.

But after carefully checking it twice, Grandpa still missed a detail that did not cause any serious problems at the time, but left a terrible aftermath. Of course, these are all things that come later, and the later things will be left for later. Just like my grandfather seemed very indifferent when he talked to me about these ghosts, he said, "Why don't these ghosts come sooner or later, but in the decades that I lived?" Why did these ghosts happen to meet me reading an ancient book? These are all arranged in the dark, and when the time comes, it will come naturally. He later remembered that he had checked it twice today and still missed the details, and explained it this way, saying: "This detail is destined to be forgotten, and it is not something I can control." ”

I was ignorant in my dreams, but I had to agree with my grandfather, after all, there was no better explanation to explain.

When my grandfather said that he was leaving, I asked him worriedly if I wanted to see where there was no nailing. I don't say that I expected something to go wrong, I just think that I was involved in it, that the ghost remembered me, and I was terrified that it would come back to me sooner or later. Grandpa said that I was bold and would take me to hunt ghosts in the future, but in fact, where am I not afraid? I'm just pretending I'm not afraid. It's a pity that my grandfather can figure out the mind of the ghost and persuade the ghost fire to go back, but he doesn't understand my mind.

When I got home, I took the trouble to ask my grandfather if I wanted to go there again to determine if the bamboo nails were insurance. It can be seen that I was really scared at the time, but my grandfather thought that I was as careful as a girl, and I was embarrassed to mention it again.

The fog outside was ridiculously big, and my grandfather and I didn't feel it when we were in the fog, and when we came back and took off our coats, we found that our coats were wet, as if they had been drenched in heavy rain. As soon as I twisted it, I took a basin of water.

The fog cleared, and the horse butcher came to his grandfather's house with the warm sunshine. Grandpa ridiculed him and said, "You don't have any patience, and you run back and forth at the slightest." ”

The horse butcher held his grandfather's hand and said gratefully, "Brother Yue Yun, I have to thank you for the rest of my life." ”

Grandpa said, "Just because of that little thing last night?" Then he waved his hand and said, "Not worthy of such thanks." ”

The horse butcher took his grandfather's hand and shook it vigorously, and said, "You don't believe me when I say it." As soon as I came back last night, my daughter-in-law told me that not long after I left the house, the child had a brief suffocation, his face was whiter than paper, and his hands and feet were as soft as if they had no bones. My useless daughter-in-law thought that her son was dead again, and she cried on top of her son. When I came back from killing the ghost, my daughter-in-law hugged me and cried. My legs immediately went limp, and I almost fainted on the ground. When my daughter-in-law and I went to see our son, my lovely son's face was flushed and his breathing was slowly noticeable. I thought to myself, it must have been the ghost of the basket that was subdued, and my son escaped death. The horse butcher said with tears on his face, and he couldn't choke up.

Grandpa stroked the horse butcher's back and comforted: "As long as there is no danger, it's good that the child is still there." ”

I'm also quite proud of the side for my grandfather's timely rescue.

Grandpa said to the horse butcher, "On the seventh night you shall do as I say, and all things will be at ease!" ”