Feng Junjia remembered the situation last night, those old ladies didn't see Xiaomi, could it mean that Xiaomi's soul had gone away at that time? The old lady may have seen him holding a doll in her arms. But this doll has no soul in its body, so they didn't recognize it, so they asked him where Xiaomi went?

Thinking about it this way, Feng Junjia's question last night was answered.

"What are you doing there? Why don't you hurry up and ask Ma Xiucai to come and take a look? Yan Yulan said indignantly.

"Oh, oh, I'll go right away." Feng Junjia realized that Xiaomi's soul was taken away by the little ghosts with gray marks on their faces last night.

Before he could go out, his father stepped in from outside the threshold.

As soon as he saw Feng Junjia at the door, his father asked, "What's wrong with Xiaomi?" ”

It turned out that my grandfather was bored at home after a day. I couldn't sit still this morning. I came over early in the morning after breakfast. When he walked to the entrance of the village. I saw that a paddy field next to it was trampled to rot, and there were countless deep footprints in the paddy field, and there were countless mud footprints on the ridges. If the time goes back more than ten years, my grandfather will not be surprised to see this scene, he will think that it is deliberately done by the people who make mud bricks.

More than 10 years ago, most people could not afford to use red bricks and blue bricks to make houses, but could only use mud bricks. Mud bricks are mainly made of mud from water fields. Add a lot of chopped straw stalks to the mud, and then lead a cow down and step on it over and over again to tread the mud until it is ripe. The crushed straw stalks are stepped into the mud, and then the mud is poured into a mud brick mold to dry and dry, and the mud bricks are made. Those who don't have cattle either borrow someone else's cow or step on it themselves.

Later, the village basically had its own kiln for burning green bricks or red bricks, and this method of soil was abandoned. The island servant is carrying.

Therefore, Grandpa knew at a glance that someone bumped into the lost god here last night. At that time, he was worried that it was Feng Junjia's family who met the lost god.

Just now when my grandfather entered the door and saw Feng Junjia's panicked expression, he was seven or eight points sure in his heart, so he asked something like that.

Feng Junjia saw his grandfather, like seeing a savior. Hurriedly grabbed his father's hand and said, "Oh, Ma Xiucai, you're finally here!" It's all because I didn't remember your words, so I'm afraid Xiaomi lost her soul last night! ”

"How did you lose your soul?" Grandpa said as he followed Feng Junjia into the back room.

When Yan Yulan saw her grandfather come in, she was surprised: "So fast? ”

Grandpa hurriedly stepped forward to take Xiaomi, opened his eyelids and looked at it, and checked his palms, hair, and ears. After the inspection, my father said, "Sure enough, I lost my soul!" Tell me what happened last night. ”

Feng Junjia told everything he encountered last night from beginning to end.

Daddy said: "That is, Xiaomi's soul was lost before you met those old ladies." ”

Feng Junjia asked, "Why do they say that millet will harm the people in the village?" ”

Grandpa had to reply vaguely: "Then I don't know, but I will try my best to make sure that what they are worried about will not happen." Now the key issue is to find the soul of Xiaomi. ”

"Is it night to shout the soul?" Feng Junjia asked.

"If the soul is lost, the most direct way is, of course, to call the soul. But your situation is not the same as ordinary soul loss. Daddy frowned.

"Aren't they all souls and souls? How is it different? Feng Junjia asked anxiously.

"Other children lose their souls, mostly because they are so focused on playing that they forget to go home; Or at a certain junction, the soul is frightened out of the body. In these cases, adults can call the soul back by walking and shouting at the place where the child played that day. ”

Feng Junjia nodded.

"But you met the lost god last night, also known as the ghost hitting the wall. You don't know where you're going, and where are we looking? ”

"Am I not spinning in a paddy field? It's okay to go to the paddy field and shout can't? Feng Junjia said.

"But where did you pass from the last house to the paddy fields? Do you know? Besides, those spores are intentional, and they will definitely not let Millet stay in an easy place to find. ”

"So what to do?"

"Do you have a blacksmith shop in your village?" Daddy asked.

"Why do you ask this?"

"If I do, I can try something else." Grandpa thought at the time was to try the rescue method according to the house.

Feng Junjia shook his head and said, "Our village doesn't have one." Do you want to go to another village? ”

Grandpa shook his head and said, "One land god is in charge of one land, and the blacksmith shops in other villages can only work on the people of other villages." "It seems that the rescue method of leaving home will not work.

"Also...... Is there any other way? ”

Grandpa thought for a moment and said heavily, "It seems that the only way to ask those things is to help." ”

"Those things? What is it? Feng Junjia watched his father's face gradually darken, and his heart was pounding.

"Their kind." Daddy said.

"Ghosts?" Feng Junjia shuddered.

Yan Yulan, who was sitting on the bed, was also startled, but she didn't speak.

Grandpa nodded and said, "Thirty or forty years ago, I had a friend named Luo Buzhai who lived with me in Thrush Village. But before he came to Thrush, he was dealing with ghosts. As the saying goes, money makes the devil grind. He's the one who makes the devil grind. Of course, ghosts can also make people grind when they have money, and he came here because he was planted in the hands of ghosts. I learned a little bit of Taoism from him, and I can drive the ghost gang in your village to help find millet. It is much more convenient and easier for the ghosts to look for it than for us. ”

"Let the ghost go to find Xiaomi's soul?" Feng Junjia was frightened, "This ...... This ......"

"You don't have to worry. I won't lure demons into the house, and I won't affect the rest of your family. ”

"I didn't mean that, I'm worried that if the ghost comes to Xiaomi, will it be bad for Xiaomi?"

Grandpa said: "It's a medicine that is three parts poisonous, and you have to try it if it's dangerous." If you want to get Xiaomi back, there is no other way but this way. Do you still have cigarettes in your house? ”

"Smoke? Yes, yes, yes! Feng Junjia hurriedly turned around and went to the house to get a cigarette.

Grandpa grabbed him and said, "Just have it." Don't rush it now, wait until the evening to use it. ”

After dinner, Feng Junjia came out with a whole cigarette.

"You don't need so much, just smoke it." Daddy took his cigarette apart, took out a small packet, took out three more from the small packet, and then put it on one by one.

Grandpa took three lit cigarettes, came to the gate of Feng Junjia's house, stepped out of the threshold and walked forward seven times, then stopped, loosened the soil in front of him with his hand, and then inserted the three cigarettes in his hand into the soil like an incense burner. Grandpa took a step back, bowed to the three cigarettes, and prayed, "Ladies and gentlemen, except for my own ancestors, I have never worshiped ghosts, and I have never offered my piety to ghosts. Today I am worshipping you for the first time, I beg you, I hope that those of you who have a heart will help me find the soul of Xiaomi, and then tell me. ”

Seeing this, Feng Junjia hurriedly knelt down next to his grandfather, bowed to the three cigarettes, and said, "I will also worship you!" As long as you can help find millet, I will also worship you in the future! He knew why Daddy did it. When his family originally had Liang Shangxian as a haunter, Liang Shangxian was to accept people's kneeling and worship, so as to obtain the foundation of cultivation. In the same way, demons and gods also need to be bowed down. Ordinary people kneel down too many times, just like a dish that has been cooked many times, there is no taste, just like a medicine that has been boiled many times, there is no curative effect. Ma Xiucai of this Thrush Village is different, he himself is a person who is afraid of ghosts, and he rarely bows down in front of other ghosts and gods, so his kneeling is especially valuable to ghosts and gods.

After worshipping, Feng Junjia was still a little suspicious, and he quietly asked his father: "Can you let the ghost help you?" ”

"Shhhh

Feng Junjia saw his grandfather like this, and immediately silenced.

At this moment, a small whirlwind rose from the ground and slowly moved near the three smokes, but did not blow them down. The little whirlwind circled around the three cigarettes and then vanished.

"Coming?" Feng Junjia couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Daddy nodded, and beckoned him not to speak.

After the whirlwind disappeared, Grandpa and Feng Junjia saw that the one in the middle of the three cigarettes suddenly turned from dark red to red, much redder than the two cigarettes next to them, as if they had been inhaled. The cigarette butt turned red and then dimmed, and soon it became red again, as if someone had taken another puff.

After a few successive strokes, the cigarette in the middle burned much faster than the two next one. Grandpa once used three sticks of incense to "look at the incense" divination, but smoke is different from incense, the incense itself has a difference in burning speed due to the thickness or production process, and the smoke is different, the thickness and density of the smoke are almost exactly the same, and the burning speed is almost the same.

Therefore, that cigarette does not burn so quickly for no reason.

"Is the ghost smoking?" Feng Junjia couldn't help but ask in a low voice again.

This time, Daddy didn't answer him, just silently watched the cigarette in the middle burn out. At this time, the smoke on both sides had not yet burned halfway.

After the cigarette butt in the middle was extinguished, the whirlwind rose again and left with a whin.

After the whirlwind left, Grandpa immediately pulled Feng Junjia into the house and said, "It's gone, let's just sit in the house and wait." ”

"It's looking for the soul of Millet?" Feng Junjia will be skeptical.

Daddy said, "Yes." Let's get inside. ”

"But...... If so, how does it tell us? Feng Junjia asked.

Grandpa said: "I naturally know that it is coming." With that, he took out the pack of cigarettes that he had opened, looked at it, and put it in his pocket.

Feng Junjia thought that his father was going to keep the pack of cigarettes to smoke by himself, so he hurriedly said, "Ma Xiucai, you can take a few more packs and go back to smoke." I usually smoke less. ”

Dad explained, "I'm not going to smoke, I'll be able to use these cigarettes later." ”

"Do you want to give the ghost a pump?" Feng Junjia asked.

"You'll find out later." Grandpa sat down in the hall, and rubbed his eyes, a little tired. When his father was alive, he used to say, "A man has gold under his knees" and told him not to kneel easily. But today he gave the gold of his knees to the devil. It seems that since then, my father's health has become worse and worse.