"What did you say gave me an ancient book?" I'm still worried about this matter, and I'm afraid that my grandfather will change his mind if this matter drags on for a long time.

"I won't regret it. Let's catch this gas eater first. If you wait for a long time, the dwarf mother-in-law will be in danger of her life. "Grandpa said, it's not like it's perfunctory to me.

"Where to catch it?" I asked.

Grandpa turned his head and asked the dwarf mother-in-law, "Where have you been?" Is there anything special on the way? ”

The short mother-in-law said slowly: "I, I went over the mountains to Wentian Village, and when I came back, I met a dog with only an upper body on the mountain, and was bitten by the beast. ”

The dwarf mother-in-law spoke in a very small voice, like a mosquito buzzing. People who may not breathe speak like this. Grandpa put his ear close to listen, nodding his head frequently as he listened.

Later, my grandfather prepared a few meat bones, a weighing rod, and a weighing stone, and called me to go to the back mountain with me. The horsemen volunteered to go with them, and the grandfather said, "Forget it, it will bite you if you go." I've said it likes to bite people who do bad things. To deal with such a little ghost, our grandfather and grandson are enough. The horsemen had no choice but to hang their heads and leave. Grandpa always spoke too straight, which was his disadvantage and his strength.

Grandpa handed me the scales and told me to hold them tightly and not to fall to the ground. He filled the bones in a canvas bag, lifted them on his shoulders with a weighing rod, and led me out the back door to the back hill.

Let's talk about the geographical location of this back mountain, there is also a Wentian Village between our family Changshan Village and Grandpa's Thrush Village, and there is a hill with an altitude of only one or two hundred meters between Wentian Village and Thrush Village. Although the hill is short, the area is large, there are more than 600 acres, and there are many kinds of tea trees on the mountain. The tea tree is as short as an umbrella standing on the ground, and the paulownia tree is as tall as an electric pole.

The mountain road is narrow and curved, and tall paulownia trees are planted on both sides of the road, and behind the paulownia trees are dense and chaotic tea trees.

Walking on the mountain road during the day, I feel that the paulownia trees on both sides are like soldiers standing upright, and the tea trees behind are green at a glance, and I feel refreshed. But walking here at night feels completely different, the paulownia trees on both sides are like demons and monsters with their teeth and claws, and the tea trees behind are like small ghosts gathering.

More than ten years ago, when it was a little dark, I didn't dare to go home, even if I had to go to class tomorrow, I had to stay at my grandfather's house for one night, preferring to rush to school early in the morning with my schoolbag on my back.

This time, even if my grandfather was there, I couldn't help but disobey my hands and feet, always suspecting that there was something behind me, but I didn't dare to look back.

As soon as he got up the mountain, Grandpa slowed down. There are unknown grass insects chirping around, one after another, as if talking and discussing with each other. The moon was in the sky, but it was not very bright, and there was shaggy hair around it, which seemed to be moldy, and it was not very comfortable to shine on people.

The paulownia trees on both sides of the road have lost their three-dimensional sense, thin like paper-cuts, the wind blows slightly, and the branches are in turmoil like living devils. But the tea trees lie still, like beasts ready to attack, holding their breath until we inadvertently pounce on us from all sides and bite them.

My grandfather and I walked in the gap between the trees that looked like the devil's beast. Grandpa pursed his mouth and made a "tsk" sound of teasing the dog for food. The scale was heavy in my hand, and I held the bottom of the scale with one hand and the silk rope worn in the hole of the scale with the other. Scales and scales are both things that ward off evil spirits. The weighing rod beats the ghost like a sword, and cuts a man. Most ghosts are light, and if you have a scale in your hand, it won't pull away your soul.

Some people's children are sick, and they often hang a scale at the head of the bed, which means that the ghost will not take away the child's soul.

After walking about a hundred steps, Grandpa suddenly stopped teasing the dog and listened attentively. I stopped listening, and at first there was no other sound, but when I listened again, I heard the rustling of grass, and there was a living creature slowly approaching us. I clung to the scales.