"I'm old-fashioned, what do you mean by that?" The grandfather, who had been silent, was also suddenly startled when he heard the words of the village chief, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info "Old Road" is the nickname of the village chief, but this is not something that anyone can call, grandpa and the village chief have played since childhood, and they have a good relationship, so they don't care about each other.

The village chief pointed to the owl in the tree and said, "Look, in which direction is this cat smiling?" ”

My grandfather couldn't see it because he was dazzled, but my cousin on the side noticed this detail, that is, the eyes of all the owls were staring at my mother's room!! And this is not the eyes that animals should have at all, as if they were human-like focused, and "giggle" from time to time.

After my cousin explained the situation, my grandmother also frowned, because there was a precedent for the daughter-in-law of the old Huang family, this was by no means a good sign. My grandfather didn't speak, just looked at the village chief.

I have never encountered this situation, but I have read in ancestral books that "all those who die violently because of great injustice will be reincarnated with many evils, and this is a sign of great evil, and it must not be overlooked." It is known as the "Mourning of the Corpse Owl". can make so many cats and cats gather together for activities, and according to ancient books, it is very likely that your grandson is a "wronged ghost" reincarnated. Due to the deep resentment of the unjustly deceased before death, there are very few memories that will not disappear due to reincarnation, and the baby who is chosen by the unjust soul will be affected by it and destined to be an extremely declining person, and some are even stillborn. ”

After speaking, the village chief paused, took out a cigarette paper from his pocket, rolled a dry cigarette and lit it, took a puff and continued: "However, in the early years when the conditions were not developed, this kind of children who were chosen by unjust souls generally died early, according to the rules of our ancestors, children who did not live to adulthood could not be put into the ancestral grave, nor could they be buried. The dead children of the poor families were thrown directly into the field, and the cats and cats were by their side, waiting for the rats that ate the flesh of the dead people, and after the wild cats and other animals came to eat the dead bodies, they would sneak up behind them to feed, and over time they developed this habit, that is, to wait near the dying people who were haunted by ghosts. After the village chief finished speaking, the cousin on the side was stunned.

At this time, my grandmother was already grief-stricken and wept softly, and my grandfather also shook his head and sighed.

"Don't worry, I may be able to break the "life barrier" formed by the unjust death of the ghost." The village chief continued: "However, even if this baby survives, it will be affected by it, and it is possible that he will become mentally retarded in the future, or he may be prone to chong (ghost collision) because of his weak natural yang energy. So....". The village chief deliberately lowered his voice when he spoke, firstly, to prevent my father and mother, who were immersed in joy in the house, from hearing it, and secondly, to tell my grandfather about the current situation and let him make a choice.

Grandpa learned that there was still room for maneuver, and without a trace of hesitation, he said categorically: "Give him his life first, and the others will take one step at a time." The grandmother on the side also quickly nodded in agreement.

Then I took my fingernails, a small piece of my toenails, a handful of hair on my head, and a small statue of a boy that the village chief had brought, and wrote my birth date on yellow paper with cinnabar, and wrapped them together with a white cloth, and then the village chief muttered a few words to himself, and drew some charms on them. In the end, my father took these things and buried them on the hill behind our village at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and filled in the earth to fill in a mound, that is to say, a "grave".

When my father returned, it was early in the morning, and the owls had dispersed. As soon as I entered the house, the village chief explained some things to him, one of which was that when I grew up, I must not go to the back mountain, and I must not bump into my own "grave", otherwise the good deeds will be broken. My father nodded and said that he had written it down, and later I often told me when I became sensible, but I was not angry。。。。。