I'm sorry everyone, it's still a draft, I've been a little abnormal lately, and my friends in the group may have seen it, I haven't appeared in the group for a few days, and I need to rest. A lot of people left messages on QQ, I just glanced at it, and none of them replied, I'm sorry.

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When I got home after the strips of cloth were burned, my mother cooked the meal and beckoned the whole family to eat.

During the meal, I wanted to ask my grandmother about the strip of cloth, but my grandmother told me in the past that as long as it was not particularly important, it was best not to say it in front of the whole family, they were not people in the industry, and it would not be good for them to let them know something.

Holding a bowl and drinking corn porridge, I raised my eyes to look at my father, who was sitting across from me, who looked very bad and listless today. According to my mom, my dad slept from last night until this afternoon before waking up. Grandma said that this is the sequelae left behind by the immortal family, and it will be fine in two days.

I couldn't help but ask my dad, "Dad, do you remember what happened last night?"

My dad looked up at me and asked, "What's the matter?" with a blank look on his face.

I looked at it, my dad must not remember, it is better not to remember, think about the blacksmith who killed the dragon in the rose spring back then, the second generation of our family's "dragon slayer", if I knew that I was possessed by a female weasel and made a sissy, my dad must have fallen out with my grandmother, I hurriedly said: "It's okay." ”

My dad glanced at me coldly, "You kid, the older you get, the more you don't talk, just say anything, don't say half a word." ”

I immediately choked, regretting that I was cheap, why did I ask such a question. Grandma put down the dishes and chopsticks at this time and smiled, and said to my father: "It's okay, Huang He just wants to ask you if you remember what happened after you were attached to the immortal family." ”

My dad was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he frowned and said, "I don't remember at all." ”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

After dinner, my grandmother told my parents that they would take me out in the evening, but my parents didn't say anything.

Helping my mother clean up the dishes and chopsticks, I came to the hall, my grandmother just came out of the room at this time, carrying her carry-on baggage, I glanced at the baggage, deflated, it didn't seem to contain anything.

Grandma didn't speak, so she picked me up and left, and walked all the way east after leaving the house. I asked my grandmother where she was going, and she said she was going to get under the bridge and send the demons away.

At this time, about eight o'clock in the evening, there is a way that the snow is not cold, the snow is cold, the snow that fell yesterday, today began to melt, tonight is much colder than last night, fortunately there is no wind, otherwise you have to go home to add clothes.

There is no one on the road in the village, the remote village is like this, there are not many people, there is no place for entertainment, everyone sticks to the ancient tradition, especially in winter, when it gets dark, all the cats are at home, either watching TV, or sleeping, except for the occasional dog barking, the whole village is quiet.

I was dragged out of the village by my grandmother, and when I saw no one on the road, I couldn't help but ask my grandmother: "Grandma, whose name is written on the black cloth strip you told me to burn?"

Grandma looked at me and said plainly, "No name." ”

I was confused, and said in disbelief: "Yes, I saw a Liu character written on it, and there are words below, but unfortunately I can't see it when I burn it." ”

"Oh" Grandma sighed, as if relieved when she heard the voice, Grandma said, "That's because you read it wrong, there is no word on it at all." ”

"No," I was even more confused.

Grandma said, "Why not, if there are words on it, can grandma not know it." ”

I blinked my eyes twice, could it really be that I was wrong, but I obviously saw a "Liu" word written on it, I glanced at my grandmother, and my grandmother's face looked very calm.

I asked, "Grandma, why do you hit the strips of black cloth with a stick?"

Grandma was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "Grandma is beating the gatekeeper in the underworld, the evil ghost under the highway is dead in vain, the doorkeeper does not let him in, grandma beats the doorkeeper a few times, and he lets the evil ghost in." ”

I scratched my head, even more confused, this is the first time I heard my grandmother say that there is a netherworld, and there are some doorkeepers.

From our village to the national highway bridge, it took about ten minutes to walk, but at this time, the road was slippery due to the snow and the black lights, and my grandmother and I were old and young, so it took a lot more time.

As I spoke, I came to the bottom of the bridge with my grandmother, and I wanted to ask about the cloth strips, but my grandmother waved at me and stopped me from talking.

Grandma said, "This is where the evil ghost died, so we have to send him here." With that, she pulled me to the first pillar under the bridge, and my grandmother took off the burden from her body and put it on the ground, squatting down and opening it. I also quickly squatted down and looked into the baggage, this time there were really few objects in the baggage, a bundle of incense, a pile of yellow paper, and a piece of white wax.

Grandma took out these things one by one, called the white wax to light, after I lit the white wax, grandma took the bundle of incense to the white wax and lit it, and then put the white wax against the pillar and stood there, handed all the incense to me, and asked me to insert three in the south of each pillar, I was dumbfounded when I saw it, I said to my grandmother, this bridge is several miles away, I'm afraid there are a hundred pillars, and the incense can't be inserted after it is burned. Grandma said that you don't need to plug it so much, just plug it into the railroad root.

I don't know how far it is from the starting point of the bridge to the railway, but there are about six or seven pairs of pillars in the middle, and when I look at it, it is much easier, otherwise I would not have been able to plug it in until dawn.

The book is brief, after I inserted all the pillars back, my grandmother told me to insert all the remaining incense into the incense burner, and then she took out a small paper figure from her body, I looked at it, this paper figure is a little different from the previous ones, mainly the color is different, the previous paper figures are white or yellow, this paper figure is actually red, blood red, and there are eyes and noses painted on it.

Grandma took the paper figure to the first cement pillar under the bridge, circled around the pillar, faced the pillar, stood due south, and reached into her arms to take out an object.

I honestly walked up to my grandmother and stretched out my hand, and while my grandmother was pulling the needle from the needle, she turned her head to look at me and said, "I don't need you this time." ”

This surprised me. As Grandma spoke, the needle was pulled out of the needle bag and pricked on her finger, and blood immediately came out.

Grandma didn't even look at it, and handed me the needle directly, I hurriedly caught it, grandma dripped a few drops of blood on the paper man, and then slammed it on the pillar in front of her, and the paper man actually stuck to the pillar, I guess it was the stickiness of the blood.

Then, grandma took two steps backwards and told me to quickly burn the paper, and after the paper was burned, grandma looked at the paper man and said: "You are wronged in death, all blame those black-hearted people, angry, I have come out for you, your resentment should also be gone, let's go, where to go." ”

After my grandmother finished speaking, a cold wind blew out of the moku, and I don't know where it blew from, but from my point of view, it seemed to be blowing out of the pillar in front of my grandmother.

After the cold wind passed, the paper figure suddenly floated down from the pillar, and my grandmother turned to me and said, "Burn the paper figure."

I picked up the paper figurine, pinched it like a strip of cloth before burning, and burned it to ashes

On the way home, I asked my grandmother where the demon had been kept and where it had come from.

Grandma said, that is the "pillar ghost", feng shui, there is a kind of evil magic, sometimes in the yin to build a bridge, after the bridge is built, there will be a lot of trouble, some feng shui Mr. or people who know how to do it, will come up with ideas, when the bridge pier is erected, a pair of boys and girls are buried alive under the bridge pier, which can ensure the safety of pedestrians on the bridge, and the bridge will be stable for a long time. We have this bridge here, the bridge pillar is playing a living person, is a bridge building migrant workers, overtime construction at night to hit the pillar, was pushed into the pillar, and then the concrete split down, directly buried him alive in it, this is not an engineering accident, this is man-made, instructed, the industry called this practice called: "human column".

This person who was beaten into the pillar, over time, the resentment condensed, the ghost turned into evil, in fact, he didn't want to hurt people, he wanted to go home, but he was bound by this bridge, and he couldn't leave the scope of this bridge, so he looked for those who had entered under the bridge, and the yang qi was possessed, and the purpose was to leave the bridge.

After that, my grandmother borrowed two yellow immortals and pretended to be black and white, and my grandmother pretended to be Meng Po and suppressed the evil ghost, and the evil ghost told the truth, and my grandmother accepted him with a red paper man. Grandma asked me to insert three sticks of incense next to each pillar, in order to pay tribute to the "bridge god", what is the bridge god, as the name suggests is the god who guards the bridge, this pillar ghost, is equivalent to the slave of the bridge god, the bridge god is served, and a happy will keep the safety of the whole bridge. Of course, this is just a statement, and it's hard to say whether there is a bastard god like the bridge god.

I'm sorry guys, I really can't hold it anymore, it's uncomfortable, there are more than 200 words, and there are more than 200 words.

On the way home, my grandmother kept saying that evil ghosts are evil, and people are evil

This incident also made me see the vicious side of human nature.

Later, I asked my grandmother what was the matter with the black cloth strips beaten with wooden sticks, and my grandmother said that in these crafts in our family, there are not only those who cure ghosts, but also some who treat people.

When grandma said this, I understood that the person who harmed people was surnamed Liu

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