Chapter 82 Chapter 13 Transplanting Rose

Grandpa said: "The more beautiful a ghost is, the more its fatal weakness. You can see that the painted skin often falls into the hands of ghost hunters for its beautiful appearance." "Did you kill it?" I asked. Grandpa said: "No. It's in that clay pot now. I said I'd give it to you. Well, it's in that corner." I glanced at the corner of the wall, and there was a khaki clay pot, with the mouth of the pot covered with a piece of red paper. "But that clay pot is too big, I'll change it to a smaller one for you. It almost took your soul away last night." After the grandfather finished speaking, he took out a porcelain teacup the size of a fist.

I recalled that my grandfather carried me on his shoulders last night after subduing the Kespo ghost, and before he carried me home, I fell asleep in a daze.When I woke up this morning, the sun was shining brightly on my face.The body is fine. Grandpa held up the porcelain teacup and said, "I can't kill it, but it must not threaten you. What should I do?" I frowned, I didn't want it anymore, so I deliberately teased: "Unless it's a plant, it can be alive and not hurt people." Grandpa's eyes lit up: "Yes. It must be a plant!" I looked at Grandpa in astonishment, thinking that his head was burned out.

"Actually, I'm ready." Grandpa walked to the clay pot and squatted down, digging something in the pot.When I took it out, it turned out to be a plant with barbs. Grandpa said: "I picked it on the way back last night. Guess what flower it is." I know very few flowers, not to mention that they haven't bloomed yet.I said, "I don't know." Grandpa smiled and said, "This is the rose. Come on, I'll attach the Kespo ghost to this rose, so it won't be able to harm you? Hehe." "Attach ghosts to roses?" I've never heard of it.I have only heard that wandering souls can be collected in Taoist gourds or monks' alms bowls, but I have never heard that they can be attached to plants.

Grandpa brought a bucket of water, spooned half a cup out of a teacup, and stirred it with a chopstick.He looked up and said, "Come on, do me a favor. Slowly pour the water from the bucket into the clay pot. Slow down." I uncovered the red paper, lifted the bucket and pointed it at the mouth of the clay pot and poured it slowly.A wisp of green smoke that seemed to be absent rose from the clay pot. At this time, Grandpa stirred the chopsticks at a constant speed, and the water in the teacup formed a swirl, just like the eyes of the Kespoo ghost I saw last night.When the wisp of green smoke reached a height of one meter, it bent down and moved towards the center of the vortex of the teacup.

The green smoke entered the vortex without hindrance, and then the green smoke behind followed the vortex, forming a spiral, and all entered the water.After a while, the clay pot was full of water and the water overflowed.Qingyan also left completely, and all went into the teacup. Grandpa threw the chopsticks into the stove and burned them, then walked out of the house with the tea cup in his hand.I follow him.Grandpa grabbed a handful of loose soil from the ground and sprinkled it in a teacup. The water and mud melted together, then put the rose upright in the teacup, and then grabbed a handful of soil to cover the roots of the rose.When the soil was full to the mouth of the teacup, Grandpa pressed the soil with his hands to make it tighter.

"Okay." Grandpa wiped off the dirt on the outside of the teacup with red paper, and handed the planted rose to my hand.I timidly caught it. Grandpa looked at me kindly: "Maybe it can help you in the future. Kespo ghost's evil nature is not fixed, you take good care of this rose, maybe it will repay you. You know, children's evil nature is easy to develop , can also influence, Kefu ghost is a child among ghosts." I seem to understand the nod. "Look, it's still angry." Grandpa looked at Rose cheerfully. "How do you know it's angry?" I asked looking up.

"You can also know. When its thorns have small hooks, it is angry. When it is not angry, you will not be pricked by its thorns." Grandpa said, "If the resentment of the Kespo ghost disappears, this rose will bloom."