Chapter 239 Chapter 7 The Golden Helmet

If I asked Grandpa directly like this, Grandpa would not tell me unless he was in the mood for a while.But grandpa never kept a close eye on his peers. "Actually, I haven't seen the true face of the Lost God from the beginning to the end. But it's quite interesting to talk about it." Grandpa said with great interest. "Oh? Then tell me." The gong knocker asked happily.I also hurriedly turned my head to listen to Grandpa's words. Grandpa said: "Although I have never seen the Lost God, I know that it had a daughter named Yaoyao. And Yaoyao was also killed by that precious Taoist priest. And the Lost God liked this daughter very much during his lifetime, so Yaoyao Not long after Yao died, he committed suicide. The resentment he committed suicide has not subsided, and he stayed in the world and did not go to the underworld."

The gong knocker nodded and said, "It's very difficult for a ghost to return to the underworld by itself." Grandpa flicked the cigarette ash and said, "It's a coincidence that the General Slope is called General Slope because a general was buried in that small slope during the Tang Dynasty. And the helmet worn by the general when he was buried was bestowed by the emperor. Therefore, many powerful thieves have gone to Jiangjun Slope to look for the general’s tomb in order to steal the golden helmet. This general is a very lucky person. He was killed by thousands of troops on the battlefield. How could he allow the living thieves to steal the golden helmet bestowed by the emperor? So he asked the local ghost officials to come forward to help protect his tomb and guard his golden helmet. The general is a man of great military exploits in the world, and he will naturally be in the underworld. Attracted by the attention of the ghosts, the ghost officer agreed to the general's request. However, the General Slope is only as big as a palm, how can he protect it from thieves? The ghost officer thought of a good way, which is to send a special ghost Come and guard this land."

"This ghost is the Lost God." The gong knocker had already guessed. "Yes." Grandpa nodded and said, "In order to re-enter the samsara, the water ghost also needs to pull a substitute to get rid of himself. The Lost God also needs to be replaced after a period of time, but the replacement of the Lost God is chosen by the local ghost officer. After changing several Lost Gods, the ghost officer chose Yaoyao's father to replace the Lost God, and asked him to protect the general's tomb." "So you went to ask him to help deal with Taoist Gui?" The gong knocker asked, "Then how do you know that the Lost God is just the Taoist Gui's enemy? If the Lost God is not the Taoist Priest's enemy, it may not necessarily help You are busy."

"I can't tell you that." Grandpa laughed.And I know that grandpa knows these things by relying on the manuscript left by grandpa.Grandpa didn't tell him because if he told him, he would suffer a certain backlash.Grandpa has already suffered a severe backlash, so he can't take on more. "You went to Jiangjun Slope to ask it for help?" the gong knocker asked reluctantly. Grandpa said: "Yes. Can I still invite it to my house? When it comes to my house, I can't find the way out. Ha ha." "That's true." The gong knocker also laughed.

The white-haired woman sang another short section, and the gong beater unhurriedly beat the gong again.I just leaned next to my grandfather to listen to their speech, and I was caught off guard by the gong striker's movements. The loud gong made my ears numb. After the gong knocker finished beating, he said to his grandfather, "When I came here just now, I met five blind men on the road." "Five blind men?" Grandpa asked. "I'm also surprised. There are not five blind people in Wentian Village. I drank too much wine at the time, and maybe my eyes were blurred."

"You're not blind. But only four of those five were blind, and one had one eye," said Grandpa. "Then I didn't pay attention. Hey, how do you know that one of them has one eye?" the gong knocker asked in confusion. "They came here earlier to bow down to the old man," said Grandpa. "Oh, it turned out to be an acquaintance of the old man before his death. I thought who it was." The gong knocker touched his face and let out a long yawn.The smell of alcohol comes out, very smoky. Grandpa took a puff on his cigarette and asked, "Where did you see them?"

"I saw it next to the main road into the village." The gong knocker said. "Is it the road in front of Wen Sazi's house?" Grandpa was a little anxious. "That's right! Wen Sazi lives next to the main road. What's wrong?" the gong knocker said while knocking on the gong.I hurriedly covered my ears with my hands. "Liangzi, come with me!" Grandpa grabbed my arm and pulled me off the chair.The people around saw that Grandpa and I disturbed them listening to the song of filial piety, and they showed unhappy expressions on their faces. "Old man Yue Yun, where are you going?" The gong knocker asked in bewilderment seeing his grandfather panicked.

Grandpa stood up: "The five you saw are not people, they are ghosts. They are Mr. Ichimogogo, and they might kill Wen Sazi!" Grandpa turned to me and said, "Go to the kitchen and ask for some glutinous rice." Come." I was dissatisfied and said: "This is not my home, where does it say that you can have glutinous rice?" Grandpa said: "There were meatballs at the banquet just now, and there must be glutinous rice in the kitchen where the funeral is held. You can ask the chef for some. Hurry up. If Wen Sazi is sucked by Mr. Ichimogo, it will be troublesome." gone."

I said, "Grandpa, haven't you been unable to catch ghosts during this time?" Grandpa pushed me to go out quickly and said: "It is because you can't catch ghosts that I want you to ask for some glutinous rice. Hurry up, don't ask so many questions, it's not too late to ask when you come back." I stopped asking, and ran away. I also noticed meatballs on the table just now.This dish is indispensable for red and white events in our place.This meatball is different from the dishes eaten in the hot pot in the city. It is made of minced meat mixed with raw flour, and then rolled with glutinous rice on the surface.Such meatballs are fragrant and not greasy, and the taste is quite good.

Soon, I borrowed a small bag of glutinous rice from the chef.When I returned to the main room, my grandfather was already waiting for me at the door of the shed.Grandpa pulled a few pine needles from the door frame of the greenhouse and kneaded them in his hands. "Did you borrow the glutinous rice?" Grandpa asked anxiously. "Well, I borrowed it." I showed my pocket-sized bag of glutinous rice to my grandpa. "Go, go, go!" Grandpa grabbed my arm again, and his hands pinched my muscles like pliers. Under the hazy moonlight, my grandpa and I ran towards Wen Sazi's house on a road so illusory that there was only a white ribbon left.