Chapter 179 Chapter Seventeen

The face in front of him was so familiar, it was the most unforgettable face of Taoist Gui.Many past events come to my heart at the same time, all the ups and downs are in the stomach, not the taste. "What's the matter, Taoist Gui? Is there something wrong? Can you see it?" the handsome Yaoyao asked while leaning on the wall.The face twitched from time to time, showing how intense the pain was.She looked at Gui Taoist's complicated eyes, thinking that he saw the source of her pain in herself. "Oh, no. You and..." Taoist Gui pursed his lips, "It's too similar."

"With whom?" Yaoyao asked. "It's like..." Taoist Gui raised his hand and pinched Ta's nose, and said, "It's very similar to a friend I used to have, really, very similar, it's just a mold." When people here describe that other things are very similar, they like to say that these two things are poured out of the same mold.At that time, hawkers who sold ladles often came, but they did not bring an iron ladle, aluminum ladle, or wooden ladle. If anyone wanted to buy it, the peddler would sit down on the spot, take out a small stove from the cloth bag on his back, and burn it for a while. Pack of powder, a wooden box with molding sand.Ignite the furnace and pour the powder into it. After a while, the powder burns into a flowing red liquid, and a layer of dust-like mantle floats on the surface of the liquid.Pour the liquid into the molding sand, cover it with a box to cool it, and then open the box, and an aluminum ladle is ready. There are strong tools for scooping water, washing rice, and holding bran.

All the aluminum ladles sold are made in this way, and they are all exactly the same, without any difference. If you don't tie a red string on it, or engrave your name on it, you really can't tell which ladle is whose.So people are used to calling these very similar things "poured out of one mold".Even if two people look alike, they can be described like this, as if they were poured out of the magical wooden box of the peddler. Taoist Gui glanced at the corners of the main room, and there were many farm tools piled up in the corners. At this time, Xuan Po ran back and brought a dustpan of lime.

"What is this for?" Yaoyao asked, pointing at Lime. The lady-in-law wiped the sweat off her face and replied, "I'll need it later." In these neighboring villages, news travels faster than wind.When a little thing happens, it's like throwing a stone on the calm water, and layers of waves are pushed out, spreading around and rippling all at once.Before Xuan Po and the others dealt with the ghost who provoked Yaoyao, Grandpa had already got the news.But it's no wonder, grandpa is the best ghost hunter in this area, and when something like this happens, people must be the first person to tell him about it.

When the neighbor came to tell Grandpa, Grandpa was sharpening a knife on the stone pier in front of the house.It is said to be sharpening, but in fact it is dragging the sickle and kitchen knife back and forth on the stone twice. If you really want to sharpen the knife, you have to wait for the hawker who sharpens the scissors. After the grandfather sharpened the knife, he pinched the blade with his fingers to see if it was a little thinner.After the neighbor finished speaking, grandpa hurriedly put his finger in his mouth and sucked it, and his hand was injured by the blade.Grandpa looked up at the jujube tree in front of the house, and drove away a noisy sparrow on the branch.Grandpa took out his finger to see that a crystal clear red bead was swelling on the wound.

"Come out so soon?" Grandpa frowned, "I thought it would be a little later." After putting away the knife, Grandpa entered the room and sat down, looking up at the beams of the main room.A shiny black coffin rests on two thick beams. That's not grandma's coffin, but a new coffin that Dad made for Grandpa.Grandma's coffin is still in her room. Knocking on it with dry fingers every day to hear the crisp sound has become her living habit, as important as eating and sleeping.And grandpa spent a lot of effort to hang the coffin on the beam of the house and hang it up.

I was still studying in school at the time, and when my mother called to ask about my health, I mentioned by the way that my grandfather asked my father to ask the third master of our village to help make a coffin.The third master is my father's father's brother. He was a carpenter when he was young, and he was too lazy to do other carpentry when he was old, and he specialized in making coffins. I was very disgusted after hearing this, thinking that my grandma was desperately trying to get the coffin because she was really old, just in case.For old people of my grandma's age, coffins are usually prepared at home.And grandpa is only a little over sixty, and now he walks like flying, can eat and drink, so why should he prepare the coffin in advance?Moreover, I really have deep feelings for my grandfather, and I am very afraid that he will leave us, and I am very unwilling to associate him with the news of death.So my mother told me about the Gui Taoist priest coming to the village to meet the Yasha ghost.My mother didn't tell me about my grandfather's manuscript, and besides, my grandfather would never let my mother read my grandfather's manuscript, so my mother didn't know that my grandfather calculated that many years later, my grandfather would be planted in the hands of Yasha ghost, and his life would be in danger at any time. .So I didn't understand it at the time.

That night, I finished my self-study and went back to the dormitory to sleep. When I was half awake and half asleep, the rose came to me again.She told me in a voice thinner than that of a grasshopper on a summer night, the thing with the smell she told me last time should have reached its destination by now. I asked, is that the smell of a yaksha ghost? She nodded, and her long hair hit my face, just like the weeds and leaves on the roadside when my grandfather grazed cattle. I can’t tell if it’s comfortable or itchy, but it all emits a fresh plant breath. Rose told me again that to her surprise, she also smelled other smells this time, and the murderous smell inside was more serious than the previous smell, which made her shudder.

I smiled and said, your sense of smell is really good. My mother called and told me that an ugly Taoist priest suddenly came to the village.I heard that this Taoist priest's alchemy is quite good, and he easily controlled the red-haired ghost. Yeah?Rose looked at me suspiciously, with a slight blue light in her eyes.That blue light is serene, contemplative, pure and glamorous at the same time. The rose has disappeared, like cooking smoke being blown away by the breeze.Then the light smoke blown into strands by the wind drilled into the bottom of the bed, and the newspaper covering the rose made a slight rustling sound, as if someone was writing on it.

I stared at the place where the rose disappeared for a long time, thinking about why my grandfather ordered the coffin to the third master so early.If I had known about my grandfather's manuscript at that time, I would have thought: How could my grandfather save my grandfather's life after so many years after calculating that my grandfather would be killed by a womanizer?Grandpa should have thought that when grandpa was in danger, he was already a dead bone in the coffin. How could he help grandpa through time and space?