Chapter 480 Chapter 1 Good Words and Bad Words

Although fifteen years have passed, I still remember the incident between Sister Si and Weasel Spirit at that time.Especially when Sister Si took her son back to her mother's house as a guest, I couldn't help but think about those things again.Sister Si occasionally brings her son to my house for dinner, and my mother always reminds my father not to kill chickens, lest Sister Si's son lose his temper and make a fool of himself. I don't know why grandpa wants to connect his hit Kan with the matter of sister Si.During the whole process, Grandpa didn't participate in a little bit.

Although I don't know why grandpa suddenly brought up what happened fifteen years ago, I still pretended to be calm and comforted grandpa: "Grandpa, good people are rewarded with good rewards. You have done so many good deeds and accumulated a lot of blessings. Don't be afraid of this small hurdle." !" Grandpa forced a smile on his wrinkled face, and said, "I'm afraid this Kan'er is unusual. I've heard it walking around my house recently. It walks around the bed when I'm sleeping, It's walking on the floor when I get up. It's reminding me!"

"Is it reminding you? Which one?" My heart tightened, and I hurriedly glanced around the house.There has never been anything unclean that can bother grandpa, how dare it come to grandpa's house? Seeing my nervousness, grandpa clapped his hands and smiled and said, "Where are you looking? I can't even see it, but you can still see it?" Grandpa stretched out his index and middle fingers and sniffed in front of his nose.I know that his addiction to cigarettes has relapsed.But he tried his best to suppress it.After a while, Grandpa took his hand back, looked around, and smiled inexplicably.That look was like he was playing hide-and-seek with a child. He clearly knew where the child was hiding, but deliberately did not expose it, letting the child take his fancy.

"You can't see it?" I asked. "Well. You should know that it is the coffin god." Grandpa said. Of course I know that this kind of ghosts and spirits is also recorded in "Hundred Skills Exorcism".In this regard, the Coffin God is somewhat similar to the Lost God.The coffin, needless to say, is for the remains of the dead.The coffin god naturally exists attached to the coffin.The coffin god makes a "cracking" sound like human footsteps and wooden carts laden with loads.If someone in a family is about to die, the sound of the coffin god walking back and forth will be heard in the family.Of course, this kind of sound is very, very small, and most people can't feel it if they don't listen carefully.

Many times, I saw the "King Kong" who carried the coffin at the funeral, when he stuffed the coffin into the "Double Golden Cave", he kept mumbling, as if he was telling the dead to close their eyes and not to be restless.As if the dead were trying to prevent them from burying him.But once the coffin was stuffed into the "Double Golden Cave" and the blue bricks at the entrance were laid, the expression of "King Kong" changed, and the gentle words of comfort suddenly turned into fierce words, cursing and swearing at each other.At this time, it was as if he was scolding a dog that followed behind his butt begging for meat.

I once asked my grandfather about this. Grandpa said, "King Kong" is not aimed at the dead, but at the coffin god.After a person dies, the coffin bearer must persuade the corpse well when sending it into the grave, and reprimand him with harsh words when leaving, otherwise the coffin god will come out and take the life away again. The reason why "Baishu Drive" only said that the coffin god would make the sound of human footsteps and wooden carts, but did not mention its shape, is because it is like the wind, which can only be heard but seen. missing. "Baishu Drive" also records: The coffin belongs to wood and has the habit of trees. Trees are the life that can best experience spring, summer, autumn, winter and death.So it can understand people's fleeting years, especially the "winter death"-that is, the period of people's "dry oil and lamps".

I asked my grandpa, "The God of the Coffin will only appear when people are about to run out of oil and lamps. You said that the hurdle you hit is two or three years later. How can you hear its voice at this time?" Grandpa smiled and said, "It is gloating. It has been looking forward to this day for a long time, so it came to warn me in advance." "Advance warning?" I was taken aback. "Yes." Grandpa nodded, without any intention of joking, and said, "I have been hunting ghosts for so many years, and I have pulled back many people who would have gone into the coffin. It must hate me."

"But what you do is good." I argued, as if the coffin god is in front of me now, and I want to persuade it to change its position. Grandpa frowned and said, "It's a good thing for many people, but not for some people or things. For example, the owner of the coffin shop. Hahaha, although this analogy is not very appropriate. The umbrella seller hopes that it will rain every day." The drug seller is looking forward to the plague every year. The coffin god must hate me." Grandpa paced back and forth, even his steps seemed to be staggering. "Then there is no way?" I looked at Grandpa.He wore a pair of extremely simple all-black sandals on his feet.I've never seen an older pair of sandals since his—with tire-cut straps on a solid sole.I heard from my grandfather that the soles of the shoes are implanted with steel plates, which cannot be pierced by knives or burned by fire.

"Of course there is a solution. I just need someone else to help me. That's why I mentioned the weasel spirit to you." Grandpa stopped and fell into deep thought again. I don't disturb his thinking, waiting for him to tell the reason. At this moment, an erratic voice came to my ears: "Excuse me, may I ask, does Lin Jiazhu live nearby?" The sound appeared so suddenly that my grandpa and I were taken aback for a moment.Then the grandfather replied: "You are looking for Fang Tao's wife?" I don't know Lin Jiazhu, but I know Fang Tao.Because not long ago, a pregnant woman died in Fangjiazhuang, not far from Huamei Village, and the child in her womb was only six months old.The family cried to death.The child's father jumped into the water with a stone in his arms, trying to commit suicide, but happened to be bumped into by his grandfather.Grandpa rescued him ashore and enlightened him for several days.

Fang Tao's life was saved, but since then he seems to be a different person, looking at everything with a dazed look, and his eyes are loose.He can stare at someone for a long time, but the person being watched doesn't know if he is really looking at him.That feeling is very uncomfortable. Sometimes when I passed by Fangjiazhuang, I was very afraid. I had to peek at the door of Fang Tao’s house to see if he was sitting at the door.If he wasn't sitting there, I would run past his house quickly; if he was sitting there, I would go around to the hill behind his house and walk half a mile.

"That... I don't know too well." The visitor hesitated for a long time. "What's your relationship with her? Isn't it a relative of her family?" I was puzzled.Didn't he know anything about Lin Jiazhu's illness and death? "It doesn't matter. I heard that she died of illness some time ago, and the child in her stomach was attached." The visitor swallowed dryly, and then said, "I just came to express my condolences."