My uncle and I were walking down the street, and I asked him, "Are all the incense, candles, paper and money ready?" ”

Uncle said, "Don't worry, it's all ready." ”

When we got home. I found a rickshaw parked in the yard, and my aunt was putting plates of vegetables on the tricycle.

I was taken aback and said, "Why are there so many dishes?" "Zhen Huan's skills.

The uncle sighed and said, "She was afraid that the old beggar would not be satisfied, so she made a few more dishes." ”

We moved our stuff to the tricycle and waited until about ten o'clock in the evening, in the dead of night. Then he pushed the tricycle and slowly walked towards the cemetery.

When I entered the cemetery, I consciously or unconsciously went to look for the tombstone of the pulsatilla. But after looking around, I didn't find it.

Uncle saw me looking around, as if he knew what I was looking for. "The child's tombstone was smashed, the grave was dug up, and the body was dragged out and burned," he said. ”

I glanced at Uncle in surprise. Soon, I figured out what was going on.

I didn't talk about the pulsatilla everywhere, but the parents who have experienced the pain of losing their children will definitely visit everywhere, there is no unventilated wall in the world, carefully find someone to inquire, after a long time, all kinds of words to catch the wind and shadows come together. Speculate in detail. I'm afraid it's not difficult to know that this qiē was done by the powerful ghost of Pulsatilla. It makes sense that they smashed Pulsatilla's tombstone and destroyed his body to vent their anger.

I followed my uncle and aunt for a while. And he came to a tomb.

I saw that the tombstone on it looked strange, very different from the rest. I guess it's because the stone was irregular.

I got closer and looked closely, and there were indeed ten big characters engraved on it: penniless in the bag, love is worth a thousand gold. Next to it are some small print, what kind of begging and the like.

Most of the red paint on the big characters has fallen off, and the tombstone looks a little shabby.

Uncle looked at me. asked, "Zhao Mang, what should we do next?" ”

I pointed to the grave and said, "Serve her with food, and then burn the paper." In fact, ghosts are the same as people. If there is resentment in her heart, she needs to be appeased, and when her resentment is appeased, the matter will be resolved. What we need to do now is apologize. You don't have to treat her as a ghost, just treat her as an ordinary person. Pay her back what you owe, and say sorry for what you did wrong. ”

Uncle nodded: "Apologize." Come, let's burn paper. ”

I helped them bring down plates of food and almost filled the area around the grave.

Uncle and aunt are getting old. But the two of them still insisted on kneeling in the wilderness, which shows the sincerity of their hearts.

The two of them began to burn paper one by one, and each time they burned one, they said sorry.

I was carrying a large knife on my back, and I felt a little strained in my legs. I stepped back and sat down on the tricycle to relieve the pain.

I calmly looked at the uncle and aunt who couldn't stop apologizing.

To solve the bell, you must tie the bell, and it is best to reach a settlement with the unjust ghost through guò. What I'm doing today is helping them reconcile.

But I know that there is another situation: the grudge becomes a grudge, the ghost turns into a ghost, he doesn't listen to anything, he doesn't want anything, he just likes to hurt people's lives. For this kind of powerful ghost, you can only use Dao techniques to beat its soul away. That's something I can't do today. Even with the help of a broadsword, the wounds on my body did not allow me to slash and kill.

So I prayed in my heart, hoping that the old beggar would understand something and not go too far.

I was thinking about this when I heard someone behind me say, "These two people are very pious." ”

I was lost in thought, and without thinking about it, I replied casually, "Yes, very religious." ”

After answering this sentence, I suddenly reversed. He turned his head suddenly, and there was nothing behind him. Only the statue of the Bodhisattva was safely placed on the tricycle.

I felt a little uneasy in my heart: "Was Guanyin talking just now?" ”

I cautiously lay down and leaned my ear close to Guanyin. Want to hear if it has a heartbeat.

However, before there was a sound, I heard a scream coming from behind me.

I was startled and quickly looked back. I saw a cloud of black gas coming out of the grave. And the black gas faintly revealed a golden light.

I sat up straight and muttered, "The Goddess of Mercy is here." ”

At this time, I was not afraid, but nervous. I'm worried that if the old beggar doesn't get in the oil and salt, then the uncle and aunt will have to send the white-haired people to the black-haired people.

Dark red blood flowed out of the black air, and slowly soaked to the uncle and aunt on the cold dirt road. The two of them supported each other and fled in a panic.

I heard a voice in the black mist, and said gloomily: "You gave me this blood, I wasn't afraid back then, why am I afraid now?" ”

The aunt shuddered and said, "That's right, it's her, it's her voice." ”

Uncle helped her and comforted: "Don't scare yourself, figure out the situation first." ”

We stood by for a while, and the black mist cleared, and so did the golden light. Only one send-off Guanyin remained, barefoot and holding a baby in front of the grave. This look, in the cold night wind, does not look sacred, but extremely pitiful.

I whispered to my aunt, "Is it the old beggar?" ”

At this time, the candle flame was not extinguished, and the fire shone on Guanyin's face one by one. The aunt nodded and said, "That's right, it's her." ”

The uncle boldly said: "We were wrong, we came to apologize today, and we want to bring our son back." ”

The old beggar raised the baby in his hand: "Do you mean it?" ”

When the uncle and aunt saw the baby's face, they exclaimed in surprise, as if they were startled.

I don't know if the third brother still knows us. He stared at me with a pleading expression.

Uncle looked at me and said, "Zhao Mang, what should we do?" ”

That's when I realized: I'm the backbone of this place.

I cleared my throat and said to the old beggar, "It is easy to settle a family but not to be settled." My uncle burned paper for you today, and I hope you can spare them and stop pursuing the past. ”

The old beggar looked at me and said with some surprise, "Are you a Taoist priest?" ”

I nodded stubbornly. I thought to myself, was it possible that after I apprenticed, I was labeled on my body? How could she see it at a glance.

The old beggar sneered and said, "You shouldn't have been learning the Tao for a few days, right?" What I want to do today, I'm afraid you won't be able to stop. ”

I knew she was telling the truth, so instead of refuting it, I asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

The old beggar did not answer me, but glanced at the ground and said, "The wine and food here are very rich." ”

The uncle hurriedly said as if to flatter: "It's all for you." ”

The beggar nodded: "Not bad, not bad. ”

I was overjoyed: "She's satisfied?" Immediately afterwards, he was a little uneasy: "Is it so light and satisfied?" ”

The old beggar said yes twice in a row, and then pointed to the paper money on the ground and said, "This is also for me?" ”

Uncle nodded hurriedly: "It's all for you." ”

The old beggar laughed twice: "I was penniless when I was alive, and I didn't eat the last meal." I didn't expect that after I died, I would be able to put the wine and food on the ground, and there would be so much paper money around me. Not bad, really good. ”

Although she said this with a smile, her voice became more and more poignant, and the three of us trembled when we heard it.

I stubbornly said, "I have the food and drink, and the money is there, can I let them go?" ”

The old beggar said, "Twenty-six years have passed since I died. If they had worshiped me like this once a year for the past twenty-six years, I would have spared them. But ask them, have they ever been here? ”

I looked at the uncle, and he regretted, ashamed, and scared, and muttered, "How dare I come here?" ”

The old beggar sneered: "Do you have the courage to dig out my heart and seal it in Guanyin, don't you have the courage to worship me?" Or do you think that if you forget about it, you will be safe? ”

She pointed to her uncle in front of the grave and said coldly: "Seal my heart, and I will not be reincarnated." Throwing me in the snow and ice, without food and clothing, you have done a good job. ”