In fact, when I learned about this ghost baby, I was already thinking of ways to deal with him. There are only two or three sources of this method. One is the method of dealing with ghosts in folklore, the second is the saying in novels and biographies, and the third is the method of dealing with ghosts in folklore.
First, that is the method used by Qin Pei's parents to find experts outside the world. Of course, these methods may have some overlap.
And just now, I suddenly thought of going up to the second floor to negotiate with this ghost, saying good things and threatening at the same time. The origin of this method is a true story. I guarantee with my personality that this is definitely a true story.
This story has nothing to do with this novel.
Maybe when I say that I heard this story from my grandpa, many people will scoff and say that it was just hearsay, but I am sure that my grandpa will never lie. He is the most typical honest farmer of that generation.
, until now, the family is already very wealthy, but he still does not carry a penny with him, and my habit of never leaving a grain of rice in the bowl when eating is something he has taught me since childhood.
Having said this, I am more certain of the authenticity of this story, because my grandfather is a person who will never lie.
When he was young, there were many production teams in the countryside that were known to the elders in the family, and his task was to herd cattle for the production team. This was a good job. The reason why it fell to him was because he gave it to the production team when he was a child.
If the landlord lets the girl go, in today's terms, she means she has work experience.
One day, he drove the cows to graze. It was hot at that time, so he tied the cows to a tree on the edge of the grass and found a shady corner to sleep alone. I have to say that people in the past were so courageous (maybe
It's because he hasn't read so many ghost novels, and those who don't know are not afraid). The place where he was lying and resting was beside a grave, and he used the grave as a pillow and fell into a deep sleep.
When he was sleeping, he had a dream. He dreamed of a man, about fifty or sixty years old, walking towards him. My grandpa didn't know this man, but he still said hello to him. But then
I found that this man's face was pale and his lips were as red as rouge. However, my grandfather didn't think much about it at the time and asked him: Which village are you from? Why have I never seen you before?
The man looked at my grandfather with a cold face and said: I haven't asked you where you are from, wild boy, why are you sleeping on my pillow?
When my grandfather heard that something was wrong, why was I sleeping on the grass with your pillow, he asked: Why do you talk like this? When did I sleep on your pillow?
The man didn't say anything, slapped my grandfather hard and cursed: I will take care of you for your family!
This slap woke my grandfather up from his dream. Only then did he realize that he had just had a dream. He suddenly had such a dream in the wilderness. Even though he was very brave, he was very frightened.
So he took the cow back to the village.
But after returning to the village and meeting the villagers, everyone laughed at him, pointed at him and said: Qinsong, why is your face crooked?
My grandfather thought others were joking at him at first, but as he met more and more people, he had to believe it and ran home quickly. At that time, few rural families had bronze mirrors, so he ran to the village
Er Dongtou borrowed a mirror from the wife of the production team leader and took a look at it. Damn it! This was amazing. He saw that his face was almost tilted to one side.
Not only was his mouth crooked, his eyes crooked, his nose crooked, but his neck was crooked as well! My grandpa was definitely a handsome young man when he was young, but now he was in a panic. You know, in the past, good looks were the first choice when marrying a wife.
First of all, women in that era did not think as much as they do now. Generally, if they look different, it will be difficult to find a wife no matter how rich they are.
Now that I am still a young man, how can I find a wife if my face is crooked?
At that time, he ran to the barefoot doctor in the village and prescribed a plaster, but it was applied for a few days and it was of no use. At that time, my grandfather’s family was also worried. Although they had no money, they borrowed money to send my grandfather to the hospital.
I went to the hospital in the county town for a visit. The doctor said that it might be a cold that caused my face to look lopsided, and he prescribed some medicine.
Still no effect at all!
This thing is really weird. How did a handsome young man suddenly become like this? The news spread all over the place, and people from all over the country came to watch the fun. I was really shocked.
Grandpa didn't want to live anymore. At that time, he destroyed the four olds and defeated all ghosts and monsters. However, rural people are still superstitious deep down.
At that time, an old man said that he should ask a gentleman to check it out. This was something very strange. My grandfather treated a dead horse as a living horse doctor and found a witch who had been beaten badly at the time. The witch didn't dare to check it out at first.
, for fear of being criticized, later my grandpa weighed four taels of brown sugar for her, and she reluctantly opened her eyes.
When the goddess saw it, she was surprised and said: Brother, your face is not crooked. Such a big slap mark is still there. Others can't see it, but my sister-in-law can see it clearly with her clairvoyance. This is a ghost.
, was whipped by him!
Then my grandpa thought of the dream he had and told the goddess about it. The goddess counted her fingers, slapped her thigh and said: Brother, the coffin faces south and north. The direction you were sleeping at that time was not someone else’s pillow.
Have you got any pillows?
My grandfather also panicked and asked: What should I do?
The goddess had no choice, and said: I can only communicate with ghosts. All my magic weapons have been smashed and I can't do the magic. Otherwise, if I accept him, he won't dare not give me face.
My grandpa went home and told his family and neighbors about it. When an old man from the neighbor heard about it, he exclaimed: "Did you sleep on the grass in Beitan? Is there a tree next to the grave?"
My grandfather nodded and said: Yes, that’s it.
The old man asked again: What does that person you mentioned in the dream look like?
My grandfather described it based on his impression. At this time, the old man's face changed with fright, and he cursed, "That person is Song Yaoshun, he has been dead for decades, no wonder you don't know him, he died at that time"
At that time, you weren't even born yet! What's happened now, that little bitch had a bad temper when he was alive. He was notoriously difficult to talk to and refused to suffer even if he died. I don't care about you.
My grandfather was so frightened that he knelt down and said, "Uncle, you can't just die without saving me. How will I live in the next life if you see me like this?"
The old man whom my grandfather called uncle pinched his beard and said: Song Yaoshun is an old bachelor, and he has no sons and a half daughters left. I'll take you there tomorrow, and you'd better make a paper figurine for him tonight.
It's a woman. Let's see if he is willing to give face to an old man like me.
My grandpa made a paper man overnight. It was colorful and ugly, but he was still a girl, right? So he followed the old man to Beitan and burned the paper man and paper money. The old man muttered: Yao and Shun, Qin Song
He is the son of Dazhi. You know Dazhi, we are all old brothers. Children nowadays are ignorant. You, as an uncle, should teach you what you need to teach. Just spare this child. We are really waiting for old bones like us.
I went down to accompany you, so you can meet Dazhi easily, right?
My grandfather also apologized at that time, thinking that now that the gifts have been given, the acquaintances have been found, and the good words have been said, the current government agencies may not be more difficult to deal with than this, so he should recover, right?
But when I got home, I slept all night, woke up in the morning and looked at the reflection in the water tank, but it still didn’t work!
Now my grandpa was completely angry. Damn it, you are addicted to bullying. Do you think it was you who controlled me? He carried the shovel and went up to Beitan.
You stood in front of the door and cursed wildly for half an hour. It was so unpleasant and you cursed. When your mouth was dry from the curse, you thrust the shovel into the grave, pinched your waist and said: "Song! I'm going to blame your ancestors."
Eighteen generations, I am standing here today. You can either make my face change back now, or, believe it or not, grandpa has demolished your ghost house now? If you don’t give me a way to live, I will let you die without a complete body!
My grandfather spit into his hand and said: I count to three, one, two, three!
After counting three, he shoveled it down with a shovel. Unexpectedly, there was a click, and he put down the shovel and touched it. Oh, let me go, this neck is healed!
When I ran to the water, I saw that the nose was no longer crooked, the eyes were straight, and the mouth was normal!
(This incident is real. Now that I am entering into the story, it is only in the eyes of the beholder, because my grandpa told us this story to tell us that people are brave enough to risk their lives, and ghosts are afraid of them. But
My aunt who is currently studying in Australia is a materialist. She believes that what my grandpa said is true, but her understanding is that when my grandpa used the shovel, he used too much force, which caused the dislocation of the shovel.
The muscles have returned to normal. This makes sense, what do you guys think?)
So I wanted to use my grandfather's method to deal with this ghost baby, but after I talked for a long time, he simply stopped talking to me. It was pointless for me to continue talking like this. I was a little dizzy after three glasses of wine.
Went downstairs.
When I walked up the stairs to the second floor, I saw Qin Pei, sitting naked on the ground, rubbing the plum blossom mark on her body vigorously. She heard my footsteps, looked up at me, with tears streaming down her face, and said: Three
Two, I don’t want to die.
My heart clenched into a ball.
She is not as strong as she thought.
It’s the same for everyone, who can face death calmly?