At this moment, my grandfather and I were surrounded by more than a dozen ghost fires, and my grandfather looked at those ghost fires, and the anger in his heart became more and more uncontrollable.

I quickly took out the needle tube from my pocket, which was already filled with fresh black dog blood, I have to say that my grandfather's method is good, the black dog blood is in the needle, which is not dirty and convenient to use.

This is what I asked my grandfather for before I came, and I didn't expect it to come in handy.

I stared at those ghost fires with fierce eyes, and said in my heart that if you are not afraid of death, come up, master, I will make you a bloody head today.

Who knew that my grandfather saw me take out the black dog blood and snatched it from me.

I was stunned and looked at him puzzled.

Grandpa sighed and said, "It's all suffering babies, it's too cruel to use this thing, if it weren't for that little cub to turn into evil, I wouldn't bear to use this thing against him." Well, I'll cross them all. ”

Cross? I was stunned again, how to cross?

My grandfather's long eyebrows twitched slightly: "A few years ago, I learned a mantra from a monk who had attained enlightenment. ”

After my grandfather finished speaking, he made a long announcement of the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! ”

This Buddha horn is thick and long, with a faint feeling of continuous waves, and I feel a sense of tranquility in my heart when I hear it.

I looked up and saw that the dozen or so ghost fires were all fixed on the spot as if they had been immobilized by a spell.

When I felt strange in my heart, my grandfather sat down cross-legged, took out a string of Buddhist beads from the small medicine box, and kept reciting Buddhist scriptures that I did not understand.

Oh, my God! It's amazing that a monastic person actually recites the Buddha, and even a child like me at a young age thinks it's a bit incredible.

As the sound of the Buddhist scriptures was chanted, strange things happened, and those ghost fires slowly fell from the air one by one.

Lying on the grass like devout believers.

From a distance, it looked like fireflies playing in the grass.

I stared at it, and saw that in the ghost fire, it was like a child's face looming in the firelight.

The pained faces of the children slowly became serene, and one by one they closed their hideous and terrifying eyes, as if they were listening to some beautiful music.

Not only the faces of these children in the ghost fire, but even the little dead child lying on the ground with a charm on his head, his soul actually slowly floated down, his eyes closed, and he crossed his legs like my grandfather, chanting something with the sound of chanting.

I looked at this scene in amazement and felt a sense of worship for my grandfather.

With the sound of Sanskrit between my grandfather's lips and teeth, led by the soul of the little dead child, the ghost fires followed with a neat sound of Sanskrit.

The night sky of the whole grass shone brightly, and the blue light of the ghostly fire gradually turned golden, and the fire intensified, gradually joining together, and then merging into one, becoming a large golden flame.

The body of the little dead child burned in the flames.

On the ground, only a snow-white skeleton of a toddler remained, and it was small, small, only the size of a fist, like a newborn baby.

As the little dead child and the dozen ghost fires dissipated, the temperature around them gradually became warmer, and the grass on the ground was blown by the night wind, and the tips of the grass were faintly low, looking vibrant.

With a burst of Sanskrit sound and smoke, my grandfather rose from the ground, looked at the night sky where the stars reappeared, and sighed again.

I wonder why my grandfather sighs when he has already crossed the ghost and ghosts.

My grandfather told me some vicissitudes of life, and the little dead child told him about the misery of a lifetime before he was overdosed, and he felt it, so he sighed.

I asked what the reason was, but he just shook his head, didn't say anything to me, pulled out a white cloth from the medicine box, and carefully wrapped the skeleton.

He walked silently in front, and I silently followed behind.

Soon, we walked through the woods and came to a small grave.

"This is his grave."

I don't know how my grandfather found this place, maybe as he said, what the dead boy told him before he was overtaken of him!

Grandpa found a bamboo pole, split it, and opened the small grave, revealing a small coffin.

The coffin was thin, as if six boards had been randomly found and nailed together, only the size of an urn.

My grandfather lifted the lid of the small coffin, and it was empty.

He gently put the wrapped skeleton into the small coffin, covered the coffin, buried it again, and then burned a stack of paper money before getting up and leaving.

The black ash from the pile of paper money flew in the air, and the old man said that this phenomenon of burning paper was the best, proving that the other party had received the heart of the paper burner.

After taking care of this qiē, my grandfather touched my head and led me home.

I asked him why the old man cultivated Buddhism to such a high level, and he had clearly said before that our ancestors were from Maoshan and created their own ghost doctors, which had nothing to do with Buddhism!

When my grandfather heard this question, he smiled and told me that in his opinion, the so-called faith should be good and lead people to be positive.

Whether it is cultivating the Tao or cultivating Buddhism, cultivating to the end should be a goal.

Since the purpose is the same, why can't we practice the same?

Finally, he looked at me very seriously and said, "True faith should be mutual tolerance and mutual learning, not to create monotheism."

True faith should liberate people's souls, not shackle people's minds. ”

At that time, I didn't understand this kind of remarks at all, but I felt that my grandfather was very tall at that time.

Walking back to the village, my grandfather once again led me to the infirmary, and this time, he took out a set of tea sets, made a pot of tea, and took out two tea bowls.

Let me sit with him at that little yellow table and have a pot of tea together.

At that time, I didn't know what a tea ceremony was, but I was fascinated by the fragrant aroma of the small cups of tea.

Then, and then I drank a dozen glasses in a row, one at a time, and my tongue was hot and foaming.

My grandfather slapped me with a smile and a smile, saying that I was a violent man, and then told me that I could follow him to the Yin-Yang Medical Center every Friday and Saturday night in the future.

Thinking about my age, I was at the age when I was curious about everything, especially after I had no fear of these ghosts, monsters, and the like, and I was even more interested in my grandfather's medical center.

With my grandfather's permission, I knew I had stepped into another mysterious realm.