Grandpa said, "The more beautiful the ghost, the more its fatal weakness." You see, painted skin is just for the sake of beautiful appearance, and it often falls into the hands of ghost hunters. ”

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"Did you beat it to death?" I asked.

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Grandpa said, "No." It's in that clay pot now. I said I was going to give it to you, oh, it's in that corner. ”

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I glanced at the corner of the wall, where the earthy yellow clay pot was placed, and the mouth of the clay pot was covered with a piece of red paper.

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"But the clay pot is too big, I'll change it for you." It almost took your soul last night. After Grandpa finished speaking, he took out a fist-sized porcelain teacup.

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I remembered that last night my grandfather carried me on his shoulders after taking the spores, and before he could carry me home, I fell asleep in a daze. I woke up this morning, and the sun was shining on my face. He is fine.

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Grandpa raised the porcelain teacup and said, "I can't kill it, but it must not threaten you." What to do? ”

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I frowned, I didn't want it at all, so I deliberately teased: "Unless it's a plant, it can live and not hurt people." ”

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Grandpa's eyes lit up: "Yes." It has to be a plant! ”

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I looked at my grandfather in amazement, thinking his head was burning.

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"Actually, I'm ready." Grandpa walked in front of the clay pot and squatted down, his hands digging something out of the clay pot. When I took it out, it turned out to be a plant with hooked spines.

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Grandpa said, "I picked it up on the way back last night." Guess what kind of flower it is. ”

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There are very few flowers I know, not to mention that they haven't bloomed yet. I said, "I don't know." ”

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Grandpa smiled and said, "This is the moon season." Come, I'll attach the Ghost to this month, won't it hurt you? Hey. ”

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"Attach a ghost to the moon?" "I've never heard of it. I've only heard of putting a spirit in a Taoist priest's gourd or a monk's bowl, but I've never heard that it can be attached to a plant.

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Grandpa brought a bucket of water, spooned half a cup with a teacup, and brought a chopstick to stir in the teacup. He looked up and said, "Come, do me a favor." Slowly pour the water from the bucket into the clay pot. Slow down. ”

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I uncovered the red paper, lifted the bucket and poured it slowly at the mouth of the clay pot. A wisp of green smoke rose from the clay pot, and Grandpa stirred his chopsticks at a constant speed, and the water in the teacup formed a whirlpool, just like the eyes of the spores I saw last night. When the wisp of green smoke reached a meter high, it bent down and headed towards the center of the swirl of the teacup.

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The green smoke enters the whirlpool without hindrance, and then the green smoke behind it rotates with the whirlpool, forming a spiral, and all enter the water. After a while, the clay pot was full of water and overflowed. The green smoke was also gone, and it all went into the teacup.

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Grandpa threw the chopsticks into the stove and burned them, and then walked outside the house with the teacup. I followed him. Grandpa grabbed a handful of loose soil from the ground and sprinkled it in the teacup, the water and mud melted together, then put Yueji upright in the teacup, and then grabbed another handful of dirt to cover the roots of Yueji. When the dirt reached the mouth of the teacup, Grandpa pressed the dirt with his hand to make it tighter.

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"Okay. "Grandpa wiped the dirt off the outside of the teacup with red paper and handed me the planted moon. I winced and cried.

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Grandpa looked at me kindly: "Maybe it can help you in the future." The evil nature of the spores is not fixed, if you take good care of this month, maybe it will repay you. You must know that children's evil nature is easy to generate, and they can also be influenced, and the spores are children among ghosts. ”

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I nodded my head in understanding.

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"Look, it's still angry." Grandpa looked at Yueji happily.

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"How do you know it's angry?" I asked, looking up.

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You can also know. When its thorns give birth to small hooks, it is angry, and when it is not angry, you will not be pricked if you touch its thorns. Grandpa said, "If the resentment of this sporous ghost disappears, the moon season will bloom this month." ”