(I got a call early in the morning, my best friend was working, smashed his hand, one of his fingers was comminuted, rushed to the hospital, stayed in the hospital all morning, went home after lunch, went home without stopping for a while, went down to the field to harvest wheat, wiped the black child back, hurriedly rushed out a draft of a chapter, this chapter needs a lot of revision, a lot of details have to be written, otherwise you will see the second half of the chapter, it feels like I am touting myself.) ）

My grandmother looked at my dad, didn't speak, and pulled me into her house. The light in my grandmother's house was dark, and I couldn't think about it so much at that time, but now that I think about it, my grandmother seems to have just come back from outside, that is, she came back later than me.

After entering the house, my grandmother pulled the lamp and asked me to sit on a chair in the middle hall, and she took out an oil lamp from the back room and lit it.

My grandmother put the oil lamp at my feet, pulled up the right trouser leg for me, and picked up the oil lamp to look at my right foot and neck. At this time, I also looked down at my right foot and neck, and I saw that there were five faint finger prints on my ankle, four fingers on the front of my ankle, and my thumb on my heel, all of which were pale black, not the kind of black that was particularly eye-catching, but the kind of pale black like smoke, how to describe that form, it was a very hazy form, which looked very unreal, and seemed to be nothing.

My grandmother gently pressed the five finger prints with her fingers, looked up and asked me, "Does it hurt?" ”

I shook my head, "It doesn't hurt, it's a little numb." ”

My grandmother stood up, "You sit still, grandma can find something for you to smoke." So saying, my grandmother put the oil lamp on the square table beside me, turned and went into the back room, and without pausing for a moment, took out a bundle of incense and a large ball of wormwood leaves from the back room. The wormwood leaves have been dried, and some of them are still rolled, and they will crumble into foam with a slight pinch in their hands.

The incense and wormwood leaves were put on the square table, and my grandmother went to the courtyard water pipe to get half a basin of cold water, and all the wormwood leaves were put into the basin to soak, and my grandmother sat on another chair to batch the bundle of incense.

The incense we buy here is a very old and traditional kind, usually four to six sticks are glued into a pile, and when burning, you need to carefully open them one by one.

At this time, I sat on the chair and fell asleep, and my head was planted one by one, and my grandmother told me to count the incense, and she approved one, and I counted one, and when I counted to the thirty-sixth, my grandmother stopped approving it, and put the thirty-six incense sticks together, and took the remaining incense back to the back room.

We burn incense for the immortals here, and if we want to save trouble, we will burn three, and if we want to be sincere, we will burn them in bundles, a bundle of seventy-two roots, which is called the incense of heaven and earth. The thirty-six incense sticks that my grandmother approved at this time were not burned for the gods, but for the ghosts.

After the incense was ready, my grandmother squatted on the edge of the basin and looked at the wormwood leaves inside, at this time the wormwood leaves were already semi-soaked, and the water in the basin was no longer as clear as before, a little dark and turbid.

My grandmother looked up and said to me, "Don't sleep yet, wait until the wormwood leaves are soaked and grandma will wash you before you sleep." ”

I nodded.

Just then, my dad pushed the door open and walked in, and my grandmother looked back at him and got up from the ground. My dad looked at the incense on the square table, then at the basin, and asked my grandmother in a somewhat anxious tone: "Mom, where did you take the Yellow River after eating?" ”

My grandmother said calmly: "I didn't go anywhere, I took him to the mass grave in the south of the village." ”

"What?" My dad was stunned, and soon, my dad raised his voice a little: "Mom, what are you taking him there for?" ”

"Practice your guts." My grandmother said, turning back to play with the incense on the table, and my dad walked to my grandmother's right hand, looked at my grandmother's side face and asked, "Mom, did you teach him those things?" ”

My grandmother nodded, "Yes, I started teaching him when I was less than four years old, and I have been teaching him for many years." ”

"What do you teach him to do?" My father's voice was louder, he raised his hand and pointed at me, and then said, "You still want him to be like you, and ask someone to pour boiling water into his neck!" ”

My grandmother's face turned pale, and she slowly turned her head to look at my father, and I saw that my grandmother seemed to be about to shed tears, and my grandmother said in a low voice: "Zhenlong, you say, your father can't learn this, why did your grandfather take me out of the mountains and pass this on to me?" ”

My dad twisted his face and said disdainfully, "How do I know?" ”

"If you don't know, then mom will tell you." My grandmother sighed, and then said: "Our ancestors have this craft, we can't lose it, your grandfather brought me back from the mountain, I just don't want to break the craft, I want to ask my mother to continue to pass it down, if my mother is broken in this life, how can I have the face to see your grandfather and your grandfather after my mother dies?" You don't want to learn, my mother can only pass it on to my grandson, think about it, my mother is so old, how many years can she live? Do you want to make your mother die without blinding? ”

My dad gritted his back molars, as if he couldn't find anything to refute my grandmother, he looked at my grandmother, then at me, and asked, "Since he has learned, why did he scratch the ghost's feet?" ”

My grandmother said: "Originally, I took him out today to practice courage, but this child's yang energy is too heavy, those things can't reach him at all, and it can't do this line of yang energy is too heavy, and those things are scared away before they get to the place, and they can't reach them, and you have nowhere to use this after learning this, so my mother pinched a piece of 'yin mud' to suppress his yang energy, who knows, he accidentally stepped on the grave of a bad person, which is the grave of an old bachelor in our village." When Huang He was two years old, didn't a woman come to our village to ask for food, in her forties, do you remember? ”

My dad looked at my grandmother inexplicably and asked, "Why did you get to the person who asked for food again?" ”

"I'll just ask you, do you remember?"

My dad nodded: "I remember, the woman who asked for food was too timid, and went to the door of Lao Zhang's house to ask for food, but the big wolf dog of Lao Zhang's family barked, which scared her to death, and later Lao Zhang's family got her a thin-skinned coffin and buried her in a mass grave." ”

"Yes, the woman happened to be buried next to the old bachelor, the old bachelor, just got along with this woman, on the day they got married, just about to visit the church, the Yellow River cried, as a result, the woman was scared away, and the old bachelor hated our Yellow River since the day he beat it."

When my father heard this, he asked, "You said that the footprints on the legs of the Yellow River were caught by that old bachelor?" ”

"Not only the old bachelor, but also an old widow who hanged herself, the old widow lived in the east of our village, died a few years ago, because the neighbor said she stole the vegetables at the door of his house, the old widow said she didn't steal, no children and no daughters, no one supported her, I couldn't think about it, hanged, and after three years of death, she came back to his neighbor to take revenge, as a result, our family Huang He cried, so scared that she didn't dare to enter the village anymore, and the revenge was not avenged."

"She caught it too?" My dad asked, looking shocked.

My grandmother nodded, and my dad asked, "Then where were you then, why don't you care?" ”

My grandmother said, "I was watching from the sidelines, I originally wanted to take care of it, but then when I saw that this child was too sloppy, I knew to cry, let those things educate him, and he could have a little bit of success in the future." ”

When my dad heard this, he raised his hand and slapped me on the head, scolding: "Why did you give birth to such a child, and if you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you will fight them!" ”

My dad is very much like my grandfather.

This slap was quite painful, I wanted to fall asleep, but after this slap, I wanted to cry, but I didn't dare to cry, I held back.

My dad said to my grandmother, "You've taught him all these crafts, and those things don't dare to touch him, so why did he scratch his feet on those things?" ”

My grandmother smiled, "I only taught him the use of mantras and walking instruments, and I haven't taught him the method yet, it's too young to pass it on to him at this time, and I'll talk about it when it's a long time." ”

At this time, the wormwood leaves in the basin were completely softened, my grandmother walked to the basin and squatted down, pinched out two pieces from it and looked at it, turned her head and said to my father: "It's not early, you go back to sleep, our child is different from other children, if you leave other children, you can't come back at all, even if you can come back, you will have a high fever and can't wake up now." ”

My dad looked at my grandma, then at me, and turned to leave.

After my dad left, my grandmother stirred the water in the basin with her hands, then washed my feet and neck with the water, and then fished out a few wormwood leaves from the basin and put them on those finger prints. After drying my hands, I got up and picked up the incense on the table, lit it with an oil lamp, put on the wormwood leaves, and began to smoke my feet and necks with smoke, and asked me as I smoked, "Do you feel your feet and neck?" ”

I said, "It's a little chilly." ”

My grandmother said, "Tell me when it's hot." ”

My grandmother said that after a while, I felt the wormwood leaves attached to my feet and neck start to heat up, at first I felt very comfortable, warm, and later, it got hotter and hotter, and then I shouted, "Grandma, it's hot!" ”

My grandmother had just taken the incense away. After extinguishing the incense, my grandmother asked me, "Do you hate the two people who grabbed your feet and necks in the woods?" ”

I shook my head.

"Do you want to seek revenge on them?"

I shook my head again and whispered, "I don't dare." ”

"If grandma takes you over tomorrow and seeks revenge on them, do you dare?"

I asked my grandmother, "Can you beat them?" ”

My grandmother smiled, "Of course grandma can beat them, tomorrow grandma will take you there and avenge you, okay?" ”

I thought about it for a moment and asked, "You're not going to leave me behind, are you?" ”

My grandmother smiled again, "No, grandma will take your hand this time and go over together." ”

I shook my head again, "I don't want to go, I don't dare." ”

My grandmother stretched her face slightly, "We don't have a brave child like you, your grandfather killed a dragon in the river at the age of nineteen, and your father killed a dragon in the rose spring at the age of twenty-two. ”

What do I think, I, thinking about the old man and the old woman in the woods, I feel worried, but when my grandmother said this, I nodded. My grandmother laughed, though she didn't know that I was a little scared.

(Thanks to the crown of "anny1238" for the tip, thank you!) ）