At this time, some people came, young and old in the village, all wanted to see how Grandpa caught the ghost who made them not burn paper money.

Hong Danian took out more than a dozen packets of paper money that had been written in the house, and opened them in a row on the dry and tiled dry straw.

Grandpa asked someone to bring two door panels, which stood upright next to the dry straw, and two young people held on. Grandpa and Hong Danian sat cross-legged in front of the door panel, with their backs to the door panel and the cover on their heads.

Our newly deceased people have to lie flat on the door panel for two days before they can be put in the coffin. The older generation said that ghosts can't pass through the door panels. So I guess my grandfather did this because he was afraid that the poor and thirsty ghosts would attack from behind.

"Grass on the ground!" Grandpa commanded, and then closed his eyes with Hong Danian.

The two women hurriedly lit the straw pressed under the paper money.

Flames rose like red tongues licking at the white seal. The people around them fell silent, silently watching the jumping flames and the two people sitting in silence.

The white paper was added by the flames, revealing the yellow paper money. The edges of the paper money began to turn black and spread inside. Grandpa recited a sentence and followed by a sentence, and the shadows of the two of them hit the door panel behind them, floating with the flames, as if the soul had left the body.

Some elders say that if there is no shadow in the light or flame, it means that the soul has wandered out.

I want Hong Danian to watch those ghosts who pick up money together, because he is the only one here who knows all the seniors. If he sees a ghost he doesn't know picking up money here, he can point it out to his grandfather, who can tell which one is the poor and thirsty ghost.

The flames grew stronger and stronger, and only the center of the paper money was left unburned. The straw under the paper money was black charcoal ash on the periphery, and the place where the flame burned was red, like the wire on the stove.

Grandpa snapped his fingers when he read "Apocalypse Elf, Look at My Eyes" and said, "Open your eyes." ”

Hong Danian and his grandfather opened their eyes together and looked at the place where the flames jumped.

"See?" Grandpa asked.

Hong Danian gasped and widened his eyes: "I'm not dreaming, right?" After speaking, he blinked violently twice, and raised his hand to rub it again.

Grandpa said calmly: "Village chief, look carefully, don't be distracted." ”

Hong Danian really had the temperament of being a leader, and immediately calmed down and peeked with his head stretched forward. The rest of us only saw the flames occupying the last central piece, and nothing else.

Hong Danian looked carefully at the void in front of him, and pointed with his fingers in his mouth, as if counting the piglets walking around in the pigsty.

"Come to Bao, you haven't been to your father's grave to hoe the grass for a long time." Hong Danian said while looking at the front sideways.

A middle-aged man in the crowd of onlookers immediately nodded: "Eh, eh." ”

"Look, you see, your father's clothes are wearing, and there is grass sticking all over his body, like a flower child. Really, no matter how busy you are, you have to clean your father's grave. Hong Danian sighed.

The middle-aged man immediately bowed and replied, "I'll go tomorrow, I'll go tomorrow." ”

The woman next to her patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder and scolded: "I said that I want you to have time to see your father's grave, but you don't want to go." I haven't weeded your father's grave for more than half a year, and people still think that I'm not virtuous as a daughter-in-law. ”

The crowd was amazed.

"Roots, roots?" Hong Danian asked very dissatisfied.

"Yes, yes." Another man nodded, much younger than the one just now.