My grandfather finally knew that the workers weren't lying, but now what should he do? Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, my grandfather was the first person to venture out of the village, and he was much more courageous than the average person. So, my grandfather dared to shout: "Hmph, little ghost, what are you doing here!" Are you trying to trouble me? The child did not speak, but looked curiously at the strange man in front of him.

My grandfather asked again: "If you don't speak, I'll beat you!" This sentence seemed to be very powerful, and the child suddenly showed a look of fear, and even knelt down with his back to my grandfather. Then he kowtowed vigorously, opened his big mouth and pointed at his mouth to make an ah-ah sound. My grandfather realized that there was nothing in the child's mouth.

There are no teeth, and the gums are full of broken roots and gums. There is no tongue, there is a long scar in the mouth, and the place where the root of the tongue is connected to the scar, and the tongue is actually cut by someone. My grandfather was terrified, and looked at the child's neck and said in horror: "You, you were beaten to death?" The child kowtowed vigorously and pointed out the window.

My grandfather looked in the direction of the child's finger and saw that it was a wasteland to the northwest outside the factory. My grandfather looked down at the child again, only to find that the child was gone.

My grandfather hurriedly put on his clothes and shouted everywhere to find them. But the child never appeared again.

In the blink of an eye, it was the fifth day, and my grandfather had been thinking about the direction of the child's pointing, and he didn't sleep all night. So, early in the morning of the fifth day, my grandfather called all the men and launched a search in that direction. In those days, there was a lot of strength in numbers, and as long as you were willing to spend money, there were strong laborers to work for you.

Finally, a man found the body of a burnt boy on the edge of a small stream. The boy's neck was broken, and his dark face was facing his back at one hundred and eighty degrees. My grandfather was shocked that the dead body of the burnt boy was exactly the same as the child from last night.

At that time, someone notified the local police. After a lengthy investigation, the police arrested the suspect. Later, it was learned that the suspect was the child's stepfather, because he had his own flesh and blood, and the child's biological mother often went out, so he often abused the child. On the day the child was killed, he had a verbal altercation with his stepfather's own son, so the stepfather beat the poor child severely.

The child was beaten all over his body, and his stepfather cut off the child's tongue with scissors in order to prevent the child from speaking out. As a result, the child could not bear the pain and massive blood loss, and passed out completely. His stepfather thought that the child had died and was afraid of being discovered, so he took advantage of the darkness to carry the child to a wasteland in the far suburbs. Just as he saw a pile of straw left over from the harvest beside the creek, the bastard lit a fire and threw the child into the fire, where he burned him to death.

One night, my grandfather got up in the middle of the night, and on the way to the toilet, he saw a child kowtowing vigorously with his back to him. My grandfather smiled at the child: "Go and reincarnate, you will be a good person in the next life." The child still did not speak, nodded, and was gone.

My dad told the story here, and there was no follow-up. I asked my dad, "Is this the end?" My dad glared at me, "How do I know if it's over, your grandfather told me this anyway." "Okay." I was speechless and said two words.

My dad said, "Your grandfather told me the story anyway, and since then, your grandfather's business has been going well." "So, the Taoist priest my grandfather talked about has long seen that he is going to be haunted?" I asked my dad. My father shook his head and said, "I don't know, but you have time to invite the Taoist priest you said to your home, and I still say that, after all, someone saved your life." Again, if it's really the Taoist priest your grandfather saw at that time, then it's really a god. I nodded, taking my dad's words to heart.

I went back to my room and kept thinking about the story my dad told me about my grandfather. Seriously, this is the first time I've heard a story about my grandfather. Because my grandfather died early, my grandfather died when I was very young. In addition, my parents often stay in the company, and I have been attending boarding school and rarely go home. As a result, I have less contact with my family, let alone listen to the stories of the older generation.

However, there is one thing I am curious about, and that is the white jade in the story. If the story is true, then my grandfather must have left that piece of white jade. And I guess my grandfather will definitely not go down with that piece of white jade when he goes into the ground. If you hadn't brought it with you, would that piece of white jade be hidden somewhere in the house?

Thinking of this, I don't plan to rest anymore. Walked out of the door and called the housekeeper Liu Lao and asked him: "Liu Lao, do you know where the old things in our family are?" "Old thing?" Liu Lao looked at me suspiciously. "Well, it's an old thing. I heard my father say that my grandfather met a Taoist priest back then, and the Taoist priest gave my grandfather a piece of white jade. Do you know that? "Oh! You mean that Taoist priest. I know a little bit about that. Liu Lao thought about it and said as if he had a big understanding.

As soon as I heard this, I became interested, and hurriedly pulled Liu Lao into my room. I poured two cups of Tieguanyin and put them on the table next to the bed and said, "Old Liu, come and tell me in detail." "Hehe, young master, why are you so interested in this?" "Hey, don't mention it, it's all hurt. You see, my shoulders are the painful price. "I showed the gauze on my shoulders to Liu Lao.

As soon as Liu Lao saw the gauze on my shoulder, he was anxious: "Young master, how did you get this?" Let's go, I have anti-inflammatory drugs in the house, I'll show you. "Hey, it's okay, I've been to the hospital. I'm a small injury, so tell me about the white jade. Liu Lao couldn't resist me, so he sat on the sofa and sighed and said, "Young master, I didn't say you, you are such an adult, why are you still fighting with others." "I squatted on the sofa with black lines, covering my face and almost crying. I thought: Why does everyone think I'm fighting?

Liu Lao told me that my grandfather did meet a Taoist priest back then, and Liu Lao was at the scene at that time. That's what happened. Time remains the same, it's still decades ago. But the season is in winter, and it is just entering the cold days of the lunar calendar.

Mr. Liu told me that in that year, the snow was particularly heavy. My grandfather was the Taoist priest he met on the way home from the factory. At that time, my grandfather was in a hurry to go home for lunch and trotted all the way home. But when I was about to arrive at the door, I found a young man dressed as a Taoist priest curled up on the side of the road.

This Taoist priest was trembling all over, and his body was covered with snowflakes. It seems to be not lightly frozen. My grandfather had a good heart, so he went over to check on the Taoist priest's situation. When I got closer, I found that this Taoist priest had fainted. My grandfather was immediately anxious, and hurriedly called Liu Lao out, and the two of them carried the Taoist priest into the house.

After some conditioning, the Taoist priest slowly recovered. It was at this time that my grandfather learned that this Taoist priest was indeed named Wu Zun, and he had been learning Taoism from a local Taoist master since he was a child. A few years ago, when the master died, he closed the Taoist temple and began to be a Taoist priest in Youfang. However, when he went down the mountain, he met a robber, robbed him all, and begged all the way to the county seat. But the weather was too cold, and the Taoist priest couldn't hold on and collapsed on the side of the road.

My grandfather had a good heart and fed this Taoist priest to be fat and fat. After staying for fifteen days in a row, the Taoist priest found my grandfather and said that he couldn't live here anymore, because it was too troublesome, and because he had a heavy responsibility and couldn't waste his Taoism. My grandfather couldn't stay, so he asked Liu Lao to prepare some dry food and the ocean for the Taoist priest and handed it to him. The Taoist priest thanked him and said that he had met a nobleman.

In the end, the Taoist priest pulled out a close-fitting white jade pendant from his arms and handed it to my grandfather, and the Taoist priest said: "This jade pendant is an ordinary white jade, although it is not a good thing, but it is very clean, and the aura is abundant." I kept it close to me and escaped the robbers. You take me like a relative, and today I will give you this jade pendant. After the Taoist priest finished speaking, he turned around and left.

(To be continued.) ）