I don't know how many times I smoked the old man, grandma came and stopped me, I was happy to smoke at this time, but grandma asked me to stop and change people, smoke the old woman. %し

I grabbed the bald wicker, panted and glanced at the old woman, my heart jumped, the old woman was still gritting her teeth and glaring at me at this time, as if she had a deep hatred for me.

But with the old man's experience, I am not very afraid of the old woman at this time, I know that she can't do anything to me, step by step, I raised the wicker on the old woman's body and pumped it, the pumping is not heavy, but a wicker pump down called me very surprised, the old woman actually showed no pain or itching, the wicker pumped her body is really like pumping on the tree, or a look of endless staring at me.

I increased my strength a little more, and pumped her again, but she still didn't say a word. I was suddenly a little unconvinced, didn't she know the pain when she pumped her, so she screamed.

Picked up the wicker and pumped it twice, these two strokes can be said to be my greatest strength at that time, and the second time the wicker was broken, but the old woman still didn't say a word.

This time, it can hook up my fire, I don't believe you don't know the pain!

Pick up the wicker and whip it frantically.

I don't know how many times I smoked my wife, but my grandmother stopped me again, and my grandmother said to me this time: "Yellow River, it's okay, everyone has beaten you twenty-five times, if you hit them five more times, they will die, think about it, do you want to continue fighting?" ”

I lost my mind a little at this time, my eyes glared back at the old woman, and I was angry, and I said, "I'm going to kill them!" ”

When my grandmother heard this, she let me go, and I picked up the wicker and pumped the old woman, this time I counted, once, twice, three, four...... When I was left for the last time, I didn't even hesitate, thinking to myself, after beating this old woman, I will beat the old man, and see if they dare to bully me again in the future.

When I lifted the wicker up again and pulled it over, I suddenly felt a tightening of my wrist, and the wicker was forced to stop in front of the old woman, unable to be next to it. I struggled, didn't break free, turned my head to see, my wrist was grabbed by my grandmother, I didn't understand a little, my grandmother asked me solemnly: "Huanghe, do you really want to kill them?" ”

I blinked twice, and to be honest, I didn't know what I was thinking at this time, and I listened to my grandmother's question, nodded, and quickly shook my head again.

Grandma continued: "In the future, you will face many such people, there will be many hateful people who are more hateful than them, do you have to beat them to death, you have to know how to advance and retreat, you know how to tolerate, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, you know? ”

Seriously, I didn't know much at the time, but when I looked at my grandmother, it seemed that I wanted to spare them, and I thought in my heart, I would spare them, and I would never come to this forest again.

Grandma seemed to read my thoughts, and then said, "Grandma didn't ask you to spare them, grandma just asked you, do you want to kill them or make them live?" Don't worry, they are not people, if you kill them, the Public Security Bureau will not come to arrest you. ”

I looked at my grandmother's face that was so calm that I couldn't see any expression, and my heart went up and down, what did grandma mean at this time, did she want me to kill them, or did she want me to spare them?

"I want to ask yourself, what do you think in your heart?" Grandma's words startled me, how did she know what was going on in my heart?

Ask myself? What's in my mind? After I was stunned for a long time, my wicker arm softened, and I said to my grandmother, "Grandma, I don't want to kill them, you can let them go, I will never come here again." ”

My grandmother laughed.

It was many years later that I realized that my grandmother had been testing me, and if I had chosen to kill them, my grandmother would not have let me kill them, let alone let me take over her class.

At this point, some people may ask, didn't you learn all the crafts at that time? At that time, I finished learning, but I didn't know how to use it at all, it's the same as not learning, and besides, we still need a small inheritance ceremony, otherwise, you are the pinnacle of learning, and you are not a person in the industry, in the words of my grandmother, without inheritance, the ancestor will not recognize you. Of course, my grandmother can't tell who our grandfather is.

I threw away the wicker in my hand, my grandmother let go of my wrist, turned around, and said to the old woman and the old man: "A few days ago, you attached yourself to the two children, telling them to eat sand, and today you asked my grandson to beat you, just to teach you a lesson, now, I will give you two more ways, one, leave here immediately, go where you should go, and the grievances will be cleared; Second, if you stay, I will bring my grandson to see you during the New Year's holidays, but you must be honest and not harm others again. ”

After my grandmother finished speaking, the old man raised his head, looked at my grandmother, and then looked at me, and when he looked at me, his eyes turned at the touch of a button, obviously afraid of me. The old man said to my grandmother in a pleading tone: "Bai Xiangu, I know that I am wrong, let me go, and I will leave." ”

My grandmother smiled, looked at the old woman again, and said kindly, "Big sister, what about you?" "The old woman didn't look at my grandmother, her eyes were still glaring at me viciously, and she didn't want to leave.

I was angry at the old woman's virtue, bent down and picked up the throwaway wicker again, and my grandmother raised her hand and slapped me on the head, "Don't come nonsense!" I quickly threw the wicker again.

Grandma said: "Big sister, since you don't want to leave, then stay, but you are not allowed to hurt people anymore, you know." ”

The old woman moved her eyes from me to my grandmother, and after glancing at my grandmother, she said slowly: "Bai Xiangu, you are a good person......" said, she glanced at me coldly, feeling that it meant, my grandmother is a good person, I am not a good thing, the old woman continued: "As long as you live in the world for a day, my widow Hu will not enter the village for half a step. ”

As soon as I heard the old woman's words, I saw my grandmother frowning slightly, frowning and looking at me, but she didn't say anything. Later, according to my grandmother, this widow Hu, not only because the neighbor wronged her for stealing vegetables, but also other things, Widow Hu originally had a child, and then he also died, the death is unknown, there are rumors that it seems to have something to do with their neighbor, this, I dare not assert, this is hearsay, it is not good, I want to be responsible.

My grandmother walked up to the two of them and untied the red rope from them, then turned around and raised her hand to wipe it on my eyebrows, I felt my grandmother wipe something off my eyebrows, and I raised my hand to touch it, and the yellow mud that was stuck to my eyebrows before was wiped off by my grandmother.

At this time, I looked at the old woman and the old man, and was stunned, both of them were gone, and I saw that on the two trees, a paper figure more than half a foot high was tied to each other.

I was about to ask my grandmother what was going on, but my grandmother explained to me that this is the paper man soul possession technique in our family craft, where the ghost is collected on the paper figure and then tied with a red rope, which is a method used to negotiate conditions with evil spirits, that is, to restrain them first and then talk about conditions, and those who are obedient will let them go, and those who are disobedient will be asked to suffer a little.

Listening to my grandmother's explanation to me, my whole person was in a trance, thinking carefully about the scene just now, it seemed to be very unreal, like a dream, turned my head to look around, and felt that the surrounding scenery was much clearer than just now, at this time I felt as if I had just woken up from a big dream, and looked at the two paper figures, one by one, tattered, as if I was beaten with wicker, as if, I only beat the two paper figures on the tree from beginning to end, at this time I suddenly realized, No wonder the wicker struck the two men with the same sound as they did on a tree. Look at the wicker that I threw on the ground, it was bare, the leaves were gone, and it was broken, and it was the only real place.

I wanted to ask my grandmother where the two had gone, but before I could ask, she told me to take down the paper figures from the tree that had tied the old man and burn them, and I did. I took the match that my grandmother handed me, and took the paper figure off the tree, the paper figure was already rotten at this time, if I hit it a few more times, it would be completely rotten, maybe the paper man would be completely rotten, and the old man would be completely gone.

The rotten paper man was placed on the ground, and I struck a match to burn it to ashes.

At this time, my grandmother got another old woman's paper figure down from the tree, and the paper man didn't tell me to burn it, so my grandmother took out two pieces of yellow paper from her baggage, slapped the paper figure between the two pieces of yellow paper, and then told me to dig a pit on the spot.

It was all sandy land, and it was easy to dig a hole by hand, and I tossed and turned for a while, until my grandmother told me to stop digging, and then I dug a basin-sized hole in the sand, which was about a foot deep.

Grandma squatted on the edge of the pit, carefully put the yellow paper in with the paper figure, and then told me to backfill the sand, and after filling in the sand, Grandma asked me to stick the wicker that I had broken into it.

In my grandmother's words, make a mark, and come here to burn paper money during the New Year's holidays in the future.

You say that the evil door is not the evil door, don't say that I do this, I think the evil door is evil. The wicker that my grandmother asked me to insert said was that it was a mark, and it really became a mark, and it actually lived, and within a few years, it grew into a small willow tree. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that this is a coincidence, it had just rained at that time, and the wicker was easily planted in the ground.

Since then, every year on Qingming and October 1, my grandmother will take me to the willow tree to burn incense and paper.

Last year, that is, in February of 2014, my grandmother passed away, so to speak, my grandmother left, I was disheartened for a while, I originally went to Huanghuaguan every year, but I didn't go this year, there were a few places to burn incense and paper for those lonely souls and ghosts, I didn't go, one mind, when writing a suicide note, spared no effort to start writing this book, but ...... But now I feel that my approach of throwing everything away and insisting on doing it alone seems to be wrong.

It's not a good thing to say, my grandmother told me on her deathbed not to forget to burn paper for those "people", I nodded like rice at the time. As a result, I didn't really forget it, I forgot it on purpose. As soon as my grandmother died, I thought to myself, what the fuck, who likes to burn who burns, and I haven't seen a good paper after burning it for so many years. This idea seems to have just fulfilled my grandmother's words, "In a few years, I won't be able to control him......"

This year, it's not this year, last year, the lunar calendar was the twenty-sixth of the new year in 2014, and the solar calendar was February 14, 2015, this February 14th, it seems to be Valentine's Day, right? Now that I think about it, why are these things so coincidental, it seems that there is really a certain number in the dark.

Our proverb for the New Year here is: Twenty-five grinding tofu, twenty-six steamed steamed buns, on the day of steamed steamed buns, on Valentine's Day, two people died in our village, and the death was inexplicable. Twenty-six of the dead, twenty-nine people found out, said that they died of carbon dioxide poisoning.

The steamed bread noodles need to be fermented, and the fermentation needs temperature, and the temperature in the house is not enough.

The parents of these two are the people the old woman wants to take revenge on, that is, the neighbors of the old woman before her death.

At this time, it was less than a year before my grandmother died, and the old woman was restless, as she herself said, as long as my grandmother lived, she would not set foot in the village, however, as soon as my grandmother died......

Maybe it's because I don't burn money for those lonely ghosts anymore, my friend's father also passed away during the Chinese New Year, not only them, but during the Chinese New Year this year, four or five people died in our village in one go.

At that time, I myself was also a mud bodhisattva crossing the river to protect myself, not to mention the aggravation of the condition on my body, after going to the hospital for examination, the family even had no money to buy medicine, the money was given to my father-in-law when he was hospitalized to pay the medical expenses, because the money was not enough, my wife asked the factory to advance her salary for a year, in 2015, this year she could not receive a penny of salary in the factory. At that time, during the Chinese New Year, the electricity bill collector blocked the door and asked me for money. Can you imagine, who could I take care of when I was in that state?

Life is so helpless.

This son is not a thing in the pool after all, just waiting for the spring thunder to roar in the sky, Chen Blind's words are so nonsense!

After the Chinese New Year, that is, in the spring of this year, I went to the mass grave because I was looking for a peach tree. Why do you want to find a peach tree, let's talk about it now, because after I went to the hospital for an examination, I didn't have money to buy medicine, so I asked my friends in the group to buy me some medicine, and more than a dozen people sent me medicine, and now my health is much better than in the past.

I went to the mass grave to find a peach tree, I remember that there seemed to be an old peach tree there, mainly to see a few peach branches, using our family's methods, sacrificing more than a dozen peach swords to send me to send medicine to these friends, the thing is a little cold, but it is definitely much stronger than the things bought in the world, much stronger than those so-called things that have been opened, it is my little insignificant heart, thank them for sending medicine.

However, then I couldn't find the peach tree, but I saw the willow tree, since I was eleven years old, it's been more than 20 years, burning paper for it every year, when I saw the willow tree, I thought of the two people with carbon dioxide poisoning, I think, this old woman can no longer stay, because the old woman's soul is attached to it, these more than 20 years have not left, I don't know how much resentment she has with that family.

In the evening, I called two friends and did a ritual to drive me away, but I was already an afterthought at this time, and judging by my own experience, the old woman was already gone.

After doing the rituals, the three of us worked together to cut down this willow tree, which has grown for more than 20 years, because the tree next to it is much bigger than it, it can't grow at all, it's not big, the trunk is not thick, it's two meters high, and the legs are thick. After cutting it, I sawed it into sections with a big saw, pulled it to my hometown by car, and after drying, I burned it on a fire.

I planted this willow tree back then, and now I cut it down