Chapter 42 Yin Division, black and white impermanence! 10

The two people looked in the direction of the fog. Sure enough, some light was getting closer and closer to the two people and brighter. The light seemed to be a little dazzling, which made the two people block their eyes with their hands.

Suddenly, I heard Mr. Liu shouting, "Ghost!"

"What's the matter? What's the matter? Why don't you play?"

Director Tian Muraji hurriedly took his hand away from his eyes, and was also shocked. Why? Just because there was a trembling shadow in front of him, his body was ricked and his hunchback arched high, like a small mountain bag, carrying a yellow oil paper lantern in his hand. I don't know why, the slightly green light in the wick just lit up half of the man's face, but the other side was not seen. Therefore, it's like the whole skin is cut from the middle. The left side is green, the right side is black, and the skin is wrinkled. If you cry again, I guess you can see one scared to death, and a pair to death.

Before the village head Tian asked who the man was, an angry voice came from the front: "Little rabbit, you are the ghost!"

"It's really a dog biting Lv Dongbin. I don't know the good heart. Liu Da Shao, Liu Da Shao, our family came to look for you with good intentions, but you said that our family is a ghost." The voice is sharp and thin, but it is not very confident. It sounds like the unique tone of the elderly, and it should also be an old lady.

"Who is in front of you and how can you know your name?" The village head Tian looked at Liu Dashao, and Liu Dashao spread out his hands, which seemed to mean to say, you ask me, who should I ask!

Is it someone you know? As soon as the village head Tian raised this idea, he was quickly suppressed. After all, the ghost he had just met was vivid in his mind!

Seeing that the people were stepping on small steps getting closer and closer, the cursed words also drifted from the wind intermittently, and the hearts of the two people became more and more strange.

"Hey..." The village chief stabbed Liu Dashao in the armpit.

"Hey...Hey..." Seeing that Master Liu ignored him, he came again.

"What's wrong? Are you still addicted?" Liu Dashao grabbed his arm.

"No, you misunderstood. I mean, this man came strangely. Do you need to go up and ask, is it a ghost?" The village head Tian said euphemistically.

"Oh, okay, okay." Liu Da Shao nodded, but as soon as he was about to move his feet, his eyes turned and he felt something was wrong: "Hey, I said, village head, you are too unkind, aren't you? I asked him if he was a man or a ghost. Isn't that death?"

"How can this be death?" The village chief smiled bitterly, "You know that my uncle is timid, and he can't help but smoke when he sees ghosts. Be considerate and considerate. I'll ask if you have a lot of meat. When it's over, I'll give you a big reunion.

"Hey hey, there is a big reunion. Are you willing to take it out this time? Did you just go to Beidaihe for a cigarette? Liu Dashao sneered.

"Hey hey... Here you are, I'll give you all." The village chief stretched out his hand and took it out into his arms.

"Cut, even if you give me ten packs, I won't do it." Mr. Liu glanced at him unmovedly.

"Well, what's the first time?" Director Tamura panicked.

"Are you going?" Liu Dashao overturned his mouth and gloated.

"No, no..." Chief Tamura shook his head like a rattle. It doesn't matter if you don't go!" Liu Dashao pushed on his back and pushed the village head Tian a few steps forward. The village head Tian's footsteps were unstable. He staggered and took a few more steps. Unfortunately, as soon as he raised his head, he was bumping into the shadow carrying the lantern.

"Oh, my God! Ghost! ..." In an instant, the village head Tian's hoarse voice resounded through the whole mess, which made several crows who had just hugged their daughter-in-law and were ready to have sex flew to the sky together and dared not come down. The angry female crows crossed their waists and shouted in bird language: Shameless, come down!

"Ouch..." The shadow seemed to be hit by the village head of Jingtian, and he also ate the pain. He sat on the ground and howled twice. The oil paper lantern in his hand also rolled to the ground. As soon as the wick was stained with the paper wrapped on the bamboo frame, it immediately burned, and the lantern burned out a few times.

"Who is it? It's so eyeless. Is it the son of the Liu family!" The shadow rubbed his buttocks and said sadly. However, with the moonlight, she can still see that the person who bumped into her in front of her is obviously not a child. At least the physique should be an adult. There is no doubt: "You... are you the head of Tian?"

Listening to this sound, the village head in the dark also said, "Aren't you a ghost?" This made the shadow cry and laugh: "Look at you, you are afraid of wolves and tigers. I'm Mrs. Fan!"

"Ah? Grandma Fan!" The village chief jumped three feet high: "Why are you here?"

Grandma Fan stroked her sleeves, and the three-inch golden lotus crooked her crooked steps. Finally, she reluctantly stood up: "I didn't pay attention to walking. My lantern was also burned."

Director Tian looked at the wreckage of the lanterns that had been burned on the ground and felt a little abrupt: "I'm sorry, I accidentally bumped into you. It's the boy's fault!" After saying that, he stared at Liu Dashao fiercely.

"Grandma Fan, is it really you?" Liu Da Shao came forward, opened his eyes, and looked left and right.

"Ha ha, who is it if it's not old!" Grandma Fan said with a smile.

"That's great. You came in time." Liu Dashao saw that it was really Grandma Fan. At this moment, the seven points of fear in his heart had already gone six points, which can be said to be fearless.

"Why do you walk so slowly?" Grandma Fan raised her foot and stepped out a small piece of grass lit by the lantern and said to Liu Dashao. If you leave the ignition seed, it may take a few hours to light all the mountains and fields!

"Isn't it? We've been stuck here for almost a night." Liu Dashao said pitifully.

Grandma Fan pinched a withered hand in the air, as if she understood some clues and said, "Oh, I think you must have hit a ghost wall."

Liu Dashao said repeatedly, "Yes, mother-in-law, what you said is not wrong at all. This place is so fucking. You must have a way to let us leave, right?" After saying that, he cast a look at Grandma Fan for help.

Grandma Fan smiled with a embolded mouth and said confidently, "Of course there is a way. If there is no way, I dare not come here alone."

When Liu Dashao heard this, he hurried forward and grabbed Grandma Fan's hand and said excitedly, "Mother-in-law, you must save us!"

Grandma Fan glanced at Liu Dashao and sneered, "Well, I wanted to save you just now, but now I have changed my mind. Who told them to say I'm a ghost as soon as they meet. Is the ghost as good-looking as me? A big man is still afraid of ghosts. He is so timid.

As soon as Liu Dashao heard this, he was anxious and asked for mercy, "My good mother-in-law, can't I be wrong? I'll apologize to you right now."

"It was really wrong for us just now. We were scared by ghosts tonight. We were dazzled in a hurry, so we regarded you as a ghost. Besides, you are much better-looking than female ghosts, more than a hundred times and a thousand times better-looking! Just like a movie star.

There are few people in the world who don't like to listen to good words. When Grandma Fan heard Liu Dashao praise him for being good-looking, she covered her mouth and smiled at him and said, "Well, for the sake of your initiative to admit your mistake, I'll spare you once."

"Actually, I told you that in the evening, I saw that you hadn't come back for so long, so I guessed that something must have gone bad. At that moment, I rushed to the Lingguan Temple in a hurry and saw that the mountain road collapsed. I thought you had fallen down, but after looking at it for a long time, I didn't see anything. I guess this must have collapsed when you went down the mountain. You saw that there was no way to go, so you went back from the road. So I went down the mountain again and climbed up from the other side of the mountain. The old bone was about to be paralyzed. Before I came here, I saw a heavy fog here, so I was more sure that you were here. When I came here, I would really see you here. It seemed that I really found the right way. Grandma Fan said. Looking at the gasp she spoke and the blushing face, it was obvious that the old lady, who was 70 or 80 years old, went up the mountain and down the mountain, was also tossing.

"Well, since you two are safe and sound, you can rest assured. By the way, the eldest child of the Liu family, have you finished what I told you to do? Grandma Fan asked.

"Oh, it's done, it's done." Liu Dashao took out the three exquisite paper cranes from his pocket and handed them to Grandma Fan: "It's just that they don't fly as you said." Liu Dashao said truthfully.

"Maybe it's too vile here! The little soul is simply restrained and powerless to move. Grandma Fan said with a gloomy face.

"Okay, let's go back now!"

"But what about these white fogs? If you don't believe it, you can't turn to the southeast and northwest when you enter it. Master Liu said urgently.

"Ha ha, it's okay. Look at me." After saying that, Grandma Fan took off the string of Buddha beads on her hand, put her hands together, and said something in the air. Liu Dashao couldn't understand what he was reading at all.

The village head of Tian poked Liu Dashao in the armpit and whispered to him, "Little nephew, what is this mother-in-law talking about? Do you understand?"

Liu Dashao also whispered, "Who knows!"

After a long time, I heard Grandma Fan stop and shout, "Open!" Then he opened his eyes and said to the two people, "Don't be in a daze. The fog has melted. We can go."

The two people looked at the fog around them and were surprised. The fog layer that could not be seen before planting began to disperse little by little. Even the moon in the sky shone on the ground, and the road was faintly visible.

Liu Dashao and village head Tian sighed after watching it. Liu Dashao quickly asked Mrs. Fan, "Mother-in-law, are you an immortal? Can you teach me these skills?"

Grandma Fan smiled and said, "No, no. I've just learned a few skills from the old Taoist before. These skills are just some fur, which is far worse than the real gentleman.

Director Tiancun couldn't help his strong curiosity, so he asked Grandma Fan, "Fan Xiangu, why are we trapped here and can't get out, and how did those fogs come about? What's more strange is that even the moon in the sky is covered by clouds.

"I said, village head, you asked me so many questions at once. How can I answer you?" Grandma Fan heard that the village head Tian, who had been against her, called herself a fairy for the first time. The old face naturally smiled like a honey-peach, and was about to pinch out the water. At that moment, she pondered for a moment and said, "The reason why you are trapped here is that you have met a downtroverted ghost, which is often known as a ghost. The wall."

The two people shouted in unison, "Have you really met the down ghost?"

Grandma Fan nodded: "Yes, those inverted ghosts have blindfolded you two strangers, so that you can't tell the way, so you can't go out no matter how you go, and you just turn around in place."

The village head of Tian frowned at this time: "But what about the fog? What's going on? We saw a lot of fog at once.

Grandma Fan said, "As for those fog, it's easy to explain. You see, this messy grave post is in the woods. There has been no contact in the woods for a long time, so it becomes a kind of miasma and smoke. In addition, the yin gas in the cemetery mixes to form a fog. It's just a coincidence why the moon suddenly disappears, but it all starts from these days!"

Liu Dashao and the two asked in one voice, "Do you want to start from this period?"

Grandma Fan smiled and said, "We have to walk for a while when we go back. Let's talk while walking."

"All's it!" Liu Dashao nodded.

After walking dozens of steps, Grandma Fan opened her words first and said, "You are too bold. You dare to rush to the night during this period of time, and you still walk in a mess. Do you know what these days are?"

Chief Tian said, "It's November 15th!"

Grandma Fan shook her head: "You only got half right."

Liu Dashao suddenly blurted out, "The moon is the head!"

Grandma Fan said, "That's right."

The village head Tian also suddenly realized, "How could I not think of it in the fifteenth month? Isn't this the day when the ancestors went down the mountain?

Grandma Fan nodded and said, "Yes, July 15 is the Big Ghost Festival, and this period is the Little Ghost Festival, that is, the day when the ghost gate is closed. You two are really brave. You dare to open the mountain road and choose this remote path at this time. This messy grave is the closest place to the ghost gate, and it is also the most gloomy place, so you will meet ghosts.

Tamura nod and said, "I said, why do those ghosts always run behind our buttocks? They can't get rid of them."

Liu Dashao asked Mrs. Fan, "Grandmother-in-law, what's wrong with those shadows who always follow us? Is it a real ghost?"

Grandma Fan said, "Well, those are all lonely ghosts. Do you know what lonely ghosts are? That is, ghosts that have not yet been reincarnated or have no tombstones, and they can't go home when the ghost gate is closed. Homeless lonely ghosts can only wander around the cemetery. During the first day of the month, ghosts cannot be taken in the hell. No matter what kind of ghost you are, you will be kicked out of the ghost gate and sent to the world to reunite with your relatives. You two are lucky enough to meet a bad guy.

"What luck?" Liu Dashao shouted, "This is lucky. It's so unlucky. If you don't get caught by a ghost, it's God's eyes."

Grandma Fan said again, "The down ghosts are generally those who like to play pranks. They like to play tricks on strangers and let you stay with him all night. Falling ghosts generally do not harm people, because during this period, ghosts who harm people will be beaten into the 18th floor of hell by the yin and yang judge. Therefore, the best way to encounter such a thing is to sit down and wait for the chicken to crow at dawn.

"Oh, no wonder no ghost came to ask for his life."

"Yes." The village chief also said, "If I had known this, we would have sat down and waited, and we wouldn't have learned how to bark." After saying that, he smiled at Liu Dashao.

Grandma Fan also smiled: "Have you ever learned how to crow? That's the old way. It's useless to pee even if you are found by an inverted ghost. There are few people who can really calm down. Generally, there are few opportunities to meet an inverted ghost in one's life, almost none. When you understand, you can't meet it, so you are very lucky!"

In the second half of November, every family has to offer food, and kowtow three times a day, a column of incense in the morning and evening.

The so-called meal is that the host's family puts a table of food and wine at the time of three meals a day, and invites the ancestors of the first two generations of the master's family to come down from the mountain to his home for dinner, so as to bless the safety of the children and grandchildren and the future generations to be rich.

Although life in the countryside was very difficult at that time, the food on the table was still rich in the past half month, similar to the Spring Festival. If it is not done well, the ancestors will not be happy.

In fact, it's almost the same as offering sacrifices to ancestors. It's just a ritual. It's just that the sacrifice of the ancestors is in front of the graves of the ancestors, but the meal is at home.

It is said that one year, when a family heard something in the room where the food was served, they gently opened the door and looked inside. It didn't matter. He saw that the ancestors he went to the table were eating and drinking while talking and laughing. When he came to the table to talk to the ancestors, the figures disappeared, and even the voice and laughter stopped abruptly. There was only a table of steaming food left, and the food remained unmoved. The owner of the house regretted it and regretted that he was too impulsive to scare away his ancestors.

In fact, the meal is just a make-off. Where will any ancestors come back for dinner? It's just a custom passed down from generation to generation. The older generation did this, and people of this generation followed suit.

While serving the meal, the host said to a table of food, "The ancestors, eat well and drink well!" Although the family is not very rich, I still can't treat you badly. After saying that, he withdrew from the room and told the children at home not to approach the table so as not to disturb the ancestors' meal. After about half a column of incense, the host family entered the room to clean up the table. Because during this period, the ancestors have had enough to eat and drink, and the host family can only eat their own food after the meal, which shows respect for their ancestors.

Due to the weather, the meal cannot be left until the next day. After the meal that night, the host ate it and began to cook again the next day.

The silver moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and there was the sad cry of crickets everywhere. The unique fragrant smell at night permeated the air, woven into a soft net, covering all the scenery. What the eyes touch is covered with this soft net. No matter what is grass or tree, it is not as realistic as in the day. They all have vague and empty colors. Each of them hides its delicate points and keeps its secrets. At this moment, the white clouds are heavy, and the starry sky looks particularly high. Xiushui Village In this way, I was immersed in the dreamlike tranquility.