Chapter 392 Chapter 15 The Mouse and the Cat Bone

Grandpa persuaded: "Since she can harm you to this extent, why bother to lie to you. Let's go!" Daoist Yang let out a "huh", and when he saw that there was no movement from the tree, he tiptoed over.But there was nothing behind the tree, and the woman didn't know where she went. Grandpa and Taoist Yang waited for a long time, but the woman never came out again.The two of them returned to the fork in front of Li Shu Village, and then parted ways. After the two separated, Taoist Yang hurriedly ran towards his Taoist temple.And grandpa walked not far in the opposite direction, and under the shadowy moonlight, he found a person standing in front of him.That person wandered back and forth on his way home, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

After Daoist Yang returned to the Taoist temple, he found his apprentice under the bed.But his big apprentice became stupid, and he didn't know to call "Master" when he saw Taoist Yang, but played with his own fingers with great interest. The parents of the eldest apprentice rushed to the Taoist temple when they heard the news.Although their son was already stupid, they could no longer make Taoist Yang die. The parents of the eldest apprentice dug up the previous tomb and found a dry peach branch in the coffin. Since then, Taoist Yang no longer chanted mantras to exorcise ghosts for others, but devoted himself to raising his disciples and reciting scriptures.After the new year, Daoist Yang entrusted someone to send his Taoist clothing, Seven Star Sword and other items to his grandfather's house.Grandpa accepted it, but kept it in the corner of the building and never used it.

It wasn't until I went to university that I heard the news that Daoist Yang was gone, and my mother told me that my grandfather sent those Taoist robes and seven-star swords back to the Taoist temple.Those things were buried with Taoist Yang. On the night when Grandpa and Daoist Yang met for the last time, Grandpa ran into an old farmer who told them "Li Tieshu" on the way home. Grandpa said that after saying goodbye to Daoist Yang, he hurried towards my house.He understood that it was very late at that time, and it was better to stay at my house for one night.If you rush back, it will inevitably wake up grandma's sleep in the middle of the night.And the backlash effect made his body extremely prone to fatigue. He knew that his body was like a machine that had been used for a long time, and all parts began to rust.

Grandpa often told me like this: "Your grandpa's joints and bones are starting to rust. Even if it is jade, it will turn into dull and irrelevant dust after a long time, let alone your grandpa and me." Grandpa said this The tone of time is brisk, without the slightest negative emotion.His attitude towards death surprised me. And my father's mother, who I really want to be called "grandma", cried bitterly when she passed away, and repeatedly asked God to give her three years.My mother said that grandma wanted to bring me up before leaving.But in the end God did not let grandma get what she wanted.

So, although I don't have the impression of grandma in my mind at all, every time I think of it, I feel sad, and many negative thoughts come to my mind.Although my grandfather is still alive, I also hope that he will live forever, but as people grow up, the departure of relatives is inevitable, just as unstoppable as the passage of time.Assuming that after grandpa passes away, I think that when I think of him in the future, at least I don't think of grandma's sadness. The different attitudes of the two people have different influences on future generations.Of course, no matter how they hold their own attitude, they are not wrong.The fault is only with us younger generations. We didn't spend more time with them, and we didn't use more heart to understand them.

Of course, grandpa would not know these thoughts of mine.When he told me about Taoist Yang and later about the woman of the old farmer getting pregnant for no reason, it was only a day or two before New Year's Eve. I had just come back from school at that time.My mother asked me to bring a few pieces of bacon and a smoked chicken to Huamei Village as a New Year gift.Sending New Year gifts is a custom in our place.Before the new year's Eve, the married daughter will send some things that are needed for the new year to her natal family.Some give bacon, some give New Year's goods, and some give some money directly.

As soon as I arrived at my grandpa's house, I pestered him to tell me about Daoist Yang that I didn't participate in.The old farmer was naturally unavoidable in the process of my grandfather retelling it to me.So, I forced my grandfather to tell me about the old farmer. Grandpa said: "You have to let me hang the things you sent on the beams first!" The beam that grandpa mentioned was a beam facing the stove.The straw smoke from the stove had already smoked the beam to blackness.Fresh pork hung on that beam, smoked for months and slowly turning yellow and drying like an old calendar turned over.Wait until a few days before the Chinese New Year or earlier, those fresh meats will become fragrant and refreshing bacon.

There are many cat bone spurs tied to the beams of my grandfather's house.That's one of the ways to keep mice from stealing bacon.The spines of cat spurs are sharp and hard.I was stabbed once when I followed Grandpa to deal with the Kespo ghost.When I was a child, I helped my grandfather herd cattle, and I was stabbed by it.After being pricked by that kind of thorn, not only the tingling sensation, but also the feeling of soreness and swelling, the taste is very uncomfortable. Grandpa said that after a mouse is stabbed by it, it usually has a long memory. There are no cat bone spurs tied to the beams of my house.Dad used a dustpan (it was mentioned when talking about dustpan ghosts, so I won’t explain it here again) to hold the hanging bacon, so as to prevent the mice from stealing food.But dustpans are often bitten by mice.

Dad also knew that grandpa's family had cat bone spurs, but Dad didn't dare to go to the back mountain to cut cat bone spurs, for fear of being stabbed by those hard thorns.Grandpa goes to the mountain to cut cat bone spurs every year before he smokes bacon. Except for being very careless, he has never been stabbed. Grandpa built a small stool, climbed on it, and said to me while hanging bacon, "Liangzi, those ghosts are like these cat bone spurs, if you follow them head-on, even if you win, you will be stabbed badly. You must pay attention to methods in everything you do, and if you master the tricks, not only will you not be stabbed, but it may also help you."

I don't know if Grandpa's words are implying Daoist Yang, or the old farmer who is about to tell me about it, or the old farmer's daughter.