Chapter 135 Chapter 8 Past Life Memories

"So that's what happened!" Grandpa sighed, "Then, we have to deal with the green-haired water monster first, and then we can save the child's soul." I learned how to deal with the green-haired water monster from "Hundred Skills Expelling", but the problem is how to attract the green-haired water monster and set aside time to fight her. Grandpa looked at me as if he had seen through my mind and said, "We can meet them on the grass. Of course, they may already know that we are going to deal with them, and they will hide themselves and not directly confront us."

"Yeah, what do we do if they do that?" I said. Grandpa said: "Then let's attack the man's tomb first. The green-haired water demon can hide in the reservoir, but the man's tomb can't grow legs and run away." "That's true." Grandpa comforted the child's mother and comforted the child, saying that he would definitely help them.The child's mother sent us out gratefully. For the next two days, my grandfather and I waited behind the tea tree where Ma Zhong used to stay, waiting for the green-haired water demon to appear.Sure enough, the green-haired water demon hadn't appeared in those few days.

"They must know what we're doing," said Grandpa. "Let's use other methods." Grandpa took out a bundle of red cloth ropes prepared in advance, waved to me, and told me to walk to the top of the mountain together.When we got to the top of the hill, we found a grave that was flooded with weeds. There was no tombstone, just a few stacked bricks to mark which side was the front.Grandpa walked to the front of the tomb and said in a consoling tone: "Bingbing's parents broke up you pair of fateful mandarin ducks. I know you have resentment. You agree with each other and have a tryst after you die. I won't do it because of this." Intervene. But now of the two peeping children, one has drowned, and the other has lost its soul. The dead can’t be brought back to life, so that’s fine. But the one who is not dead now, I have to save. "

A gust of wind blew, and the weeds on the tomb undulated like the waves in the reservoir, as if answering Grandpa's words.The howling wind is creepy. Grandpa seemed to understand the language of the wind, smiled gently, and said: "You are also a reasonable person. If you want to have a tryst, you should choose a remote and sparsely populated place. Although people are sleeping at noon, it is still not enough That's quite appropriate. It's wrong for them to peep, but you are also responsible." There was another whimpering wind. Grandpa said "I'm sorry", and pulled the red cloth rope away.He found two cypress trees in the direction of the tomb facing the reservoir, and tied one end of the red cloth rope to each tree.About knee height.Grandpa said: "Red cloth rope, red cloth rope, the Milky Way in the sky is separated by one layer, and the Cowherd and Weaver Girl can't cross." Then he pasted two yellow paper symbols on the two cypress trees.

The wind suddenly became so strong that I couldn't keep my eyes open, and my hair stretched straight to the back of my head.The clothes roared under the drumming of the wind, and it was difficult to move. Although the two pieces of yellow paper talisman were not glued with force, the wind couldn't blow them down no matter how strong they were. Grandpa shook his feet and said: "A basket of good words is useless, isn't it!" The wind suddenly weakened a lot, whirring and forming a whirlwind under Grandpa's feet, tugging on Grandpa's trousers.Grandpa ignored it, took my hand and walked down the mountain.The whirlwind followed Grandpa, but when Grandpa stepped over the red cloth rope, the whirlwind couldn't follow.But the sound of the whirlwind drilled into my ears like a fly, and it was consciously asking us to hear.

Walking to the side of the reservoir, Grandpa stopped in his tracks.I wondered what grandpa was going to do. Grandpa stood on the shore for a while, and blisters appeared on the water surface two to three feet ahead, like a big carp lying underneath.Grandpa smiled and said, "Bingbing, I know you're here. Why don't you dare come out to see me?" The sound of the whirlwind on the top of the mountain was still in my ears.There was another "gurgling" sound of bubbles on the surface of the water.These two voices are intertwined, like a sad song. The blisters slowly moved towards us.I couldn't help but took two steps back.Grandpa still smiled and waited for it to approach.

The blisters approached the shore, and no longer approached. Grandpa squatted down and said to the water bubble: "If you want to come to me, please go to Huamei Village in the north. You walk along the old river, walk to the bridge, then go ashore, and then walk along the road to the end of the road. at the end, then turn left. Walk a hundred or so steps to my home." I was stunned when I heard it next to me.We have always been the only ones who go out to catch ghosts. Did Grandpa want the green-haired water demon to come to your door this time?I don't understand. After Grandpa finished speaking, the blisters in the reservoir gradually disappeared.I faintly felt a big carp moving its clumsy tail away slowly under the water, and re-drilled into the soft mud.

Grandpa watched the blisters slowly disappear, stood up with his hands on his legs, and said, "Liangzi, let's go." I asked, "Is that all right?" Grandpa nodded confidently, took out a cigarette and lit it. I said, "Grandpa, don't smoke all the time. If you want to quit smoking, I won't talk about it. If you say it, you won't hear it. But you can smoke a few less a day." Grandpa smiled, didn't talk to me, and smoked by himself. Back home, grandpa moved out the rattan chair that grandpa used to sit on and placed it in the middle of the floor in front of the house.

My mother told me that when my grandfather was too old to move, he often sat on this wicker chair.I was less than five years old at that time, and my grandpa always liked to put me on the rattan chair and let me play around on him. People say that children have no memory before the age of five, but I remember the day my grandpa just died.That day when I went to my grandpa's house, the only time I saw my grandpa was not sitting on the rattan chair, but lying on the door panel in the middle of the room.At that time, I didn't know that people still have death, so I thought that my grandpa was sleeping on the door panel.I just rolled around beside my grandpa, blaming him for not putting me on the wicker chair.I am still wondering, why are grandparents and mothers crying next to grandpa?

That is the only memory I have before I was five years old.If you ask me what other memories I have before I was five years old, I will shake my head.Although I still remember this only scene, I can no longer remember what my grandpa looked like.Although I can recall rolling around beside my already frozen grandpa, I can't see my grandpa's face clearly through my hazy memories.I only remember the existence of such a person, but I can't remember the appearance of this person. I think it is also thanks to this old rattan chair that I can recall these things.It is the thread of my memory.No wonder Grandpa said that if someone sees something special, it is possible to make that person recall something from a previous life.I think that special thing must have great significance in his previous life, so he can't completely forget it in his next life.We can't recall past lives, maybe because we haven't encountered that special thing all the time.