Chapter 417 Chapter 24 Encountering the Mountain Ghost

"Well, memories from previous lives." Grandpa replied pertinently, "Birthmarks are also called birthmarks, which often occur on the waist, chest, back, buttocks and limbs. The color is mostly cyan or blue. It does not affect the baby's health and does not require treatment. , It will disappear on its own within a few years after birth. But the birthmark of a few people will be more special in color and shape, disappear very slowly, or even not disappear. " "Oh." I nodded.I can understand what grandpa said, because birthmarks are not so rare. I have a little light gray birthmark on my left hand.And a playmate in our village has birthmarks like snake scales all over his body.It's just that I haven't seen big red birthmarks.

Grandpa said again: "Those birthmarks are the memories of people's previous lives. They may be scars from falls in previous lives, burns, or stab wounds. If those injuries are not serious, they will disappear soon after reincarnation. Generally, birthmarks will disappear. However, if the injury in the previous life was particularly serious, or the injury left a deep memory on the previous life, such as family feuds and murders, etc., then after reincarnation, the birthmark will remain with that person for a long time. Even a lifetime." If I realized something, I said as I walked, "Grandpa, what do you mean, the birthmark of Grandma Yue's grandson was a serious injury in his previous life? Or, that birthmark was a wound that he remembered deeply in his previous life?" That said, but I still have doubts in my heart: what Grandma Yue said was her grandson’s birth date in this life, so it’s natural for grandpa to count things in this life, why would grandpa count things in his previous life?Even if grandpa made a fuss about forgetting about his previous life, why did he reject Granny Yue so secretively?

Grandpa jumped over a small hurdle, reminded me to watch my step, and then replied, "I think so too, but I'm not sure." Grandpa's ambiguous answer made me even more confused.He didn't say "yes" or nod, but said he thought so too.Since it is "thought", naturally it has not been calculated. Grandma Yue told her grandson's birth date, but Grandpa didn't calculate it, just "thought" for a while!This is not what grandpa did at all! "Think? Not sure?" I deliberately raised my voice and asked Grandpa. Grandpa smiled at me and changed the subject: "Let's go quickly, grandma must be waiting for us at home. Are you going to thrush with me? Or go back to sleep at your own home halfway?"

"Then you can stay with me at my house." I suggested. Grandpa shook his head and said, "That's not okay. If I don't go back, grandma will worry about whether we have encountered some troubles on the way. It's better to go back alone." He waved to me and added: "Well, you I just went back to my home halfway, and I went straight back to Huamei." At first, I felt a little sleepy and wanted to lie down and rest earlier, but when I thought of my grandpa going over mountains and mountains alone, I felt a little worried. "I'll go back to Thrush with you." I almost jumped to avoid stepping on Grandpa's shadow.Normally, I never shy away from these things in front of my grandfather, but tonight I saw that my grandfather's shadow was almost gone, and I was afraid that if I stepped on his shadow, he would leave even this little remnant on the dim path.

Seeing how careful I was, my grandpa laughed cheerfully and said, "Liangzi, don't be afraid. You are my grandson, and you won't do anything to grandpa if you trample on me desperately." I smiled and nodded, but my footsteps were still carefully avoiding the shadow of my grandfather. At this time, the road ahead became more and more illusory, the mountains on both sides also began to be illusory, even the sound of running water from an unknown stream began to be illusory, and the sound of grasshoppers hiding in the woods and grass also became illusory.Everything became unreal, as if the night here no longer belonged to the world, and my grandfather and I were walking on a path in another world.Because grandpa is here, it makes me feel that grandpa is leading me slowly from one world to another.The world we are going into is the world we really live in.

After walking for a while, I came to a small road sandwiched between two bare mountains. Grandpa suddenly put his hand on my chest and said in a low voice, "Wait a while, let me get out of the way." I can't help being surprised.Except that the road under my feet was illusory like a strip of white cloth floating in the wind, I didn't feel any sense of solidity when walking, and the mountains and rivers in front of me were even more blurred.Although Grandpa's eyes are clearer than mine, he can't see someone passing by, but I can't even see a person, right? Although I had doubts in my heart, my grandfather told me to stop, so I stopped obediently.

Sure enough, soon a cool wind passed in front of both of us, and the whining sound of the wind was like crying.I felt a chill on my face as if I had applied cooling oil.The branches and leaves on the mountains on both sides shook and made a rustling sound. After the gust of wind passed, I asked my grandfather softly, "What happened just now?" "Look at the mountain ghost." Grandpa said, "It turns out that people are poor, and they have to go to the mountains to get firewood at home. Some people just pick up some dry grass and dry firewood, but greedy people will break off branches and cut small trees. More greedy In the middle of the night, he went up to the mountain to steal trees. So at that time, there was a mountain watcher in every village. The mountain watcher held a copper gong in his hand, and came out every night to patrol. When he saw someone stealing a tree, he beat the gong desperately and called the village militiamen to come. Catch the thief."

Grandpa was right, not only were there watchers in the mountains, but there were also watchers by the pond, to prevent others from fishing.At that time, the slightly larger ponds were owned by the public, and the fish were naturally owned by the public, so fishing was not allowed. "Mountain watchers are used to patrolling. After death, they still worry that the trees they guarded will be stolen. They will come to guard the mountain even if they turn into ghosts. Now that people are rich, the mountain watchers have been canceled in the village, but some people have heard of mountain watchers. The sound of gongs." Grandpa said, "However, in recent years, no one has heard of the sound of gongs."

"Is it because no one comes out to steal trees in the middle of the night now?" I asked. Grandpa smiled and said: "It should be said that people's lives are better. At that time, I also came out to steal trees. No wonder people, people would freeze to death in heavy snow, and there was no money to buy charcoal. How can I not steal? Many young people in our village followed I came out to steal trees because they knew I wasn't afraid to see mountain ghosts." I joked: "I was not afraid before, but now I take the initiative to give way to the mountain ghost."

Grandpa laughed and said: "Yes. Compared with ghosts, people are more afraid of being poor. When you are poor, you are not even afraid of ghosts."