This is a true story that my grandma told me.
During the Chinese New Year this year, my grandma passed away. My home is far away from theirs. I only go back to my hometown once in a few years, so I don’t have a deep relationship with her old man.
All my memories of her stay in my childhood. At that time, she was still in good health. Guizhou old people told ghost stories that one person can do the work of several people. People in the village told her not to work so hard, and children and grandchildren have their own blessings.
It must be that she came here in that era. She has suffered all kinds of hardships in the early days of the founding of New China, and she has lost all the fun, but her only belief is to chant Buddha.
Every first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year, my grandma would go to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha. She never stopped because of wind and rain. She was such a persistent person who brought up several of my uncles through hard work.
However, her old man didn't like to talk about the past, so no one asked. I kept pestering her and listening to her tell me ghost stories. I don’t know why I love listening to her so much. Maybe it’s because these stories are all experienced by her, which makes me feel very real. Bar.
I remember one time she told a story that scared me so much that I never dared to walk at night, and that story was related to will-o’-the-wisps.
Once grandma tried to finish the work before returning, so she kept her head buried in the work, and it was dark when she finished. The land in our hometown used to be far away from our home, and some lands even had to climb several hills to get there. So the journey to earth is also a test.
The land that grandma worked on happened to be very far away. The uncles in the family were still young, and grandpa passed away early. No one would come to pick her up. Walking at night was really scary for a woman at that time. After all, there was no lighting equipment, so she had to walk the mountain road home based on her own memory.
The road is dark, and the moonlight is covered by black clouds. If you step on it, you don't know if it is a road. Even if it is a pit, you can only consider yourself unlucky. Grandma walked in the dark. There was a big tree planted in the field of our hometown. After walking for a long time, she felt that the wind was blowing, as if she had arrived at the entrance of the village. When she looked up, she saw that it was a big tree in her own field. Well, after walking for a long time, grandma couldn't believe it. She went to the big tree and looked carefully, and it was really her own big tree.
The ghost hit the wall! Grandma's first thought was this, she mouthed pee pee pee, spitting her own saliva. Then she picked up her hoe and continued on her way home. She knew that the children were still waiting at home, and she couldn't make any mistakes.
When grandma left, she always felt that someone was following her, so she would spit and swear. I heard that ghosts are most afraid of this, and they will run away when they see someone spitting. But this time grandma said that it didn't seem very effective.
Those buried in this area were all from my own village, most of them were grandma’s previous generation, and some were relatives of my own family. At that time, my grandma said loudly to the night: “They are all from the same village, why bother me? No. do you know me?"
Suddenly, grandma's eyes lit up a lot, and it really had an immediate effect. The old man didn't say much, and hurried home.
But the good times didn't last long, the road that was originally bright turned dark again, it seems that it is not a good ghost to cling to grandma, there is no one around in the pitch black, grandma can't find anything that can give her courage, the only one The one in his hand is the hoe.
Grandma heard someone behind her call her a ghost story told by an old man in Guizhou . It was a strange voice. Grandma didn't dare to turn her head, because it was a ghost blowing the lamp!
It is said that there are three fires on a person's body, which are located on the shoulders and head of the person. It is because of these three fires that ghosts dare not disturb people. , one's own fire will be extinguished, so that the ghost can possess the body. If you agree, it will have the same effect.
The strong grandma was a little flustered this time, and her hurried steps turned into running. She wanted to get rid of this ghost, but there was such a good thing there. The cold feeling followed like a shadow, and one after another black shadows flashed in front of my eyes. Today is really my grandma's doom. Thinking of this, grandma cried and ran crying.
"Who can help me?" There were countless voices like this in my heart, but no one answered. No! Isn’t there a Buddha! Grandma began to ask the Bodhisattva for help, chanting loudly about the great mercy…
Grandma stopped running, and just knelt down, no matter what was underneath, she couldn't stop her, she clasped her hands, closed her eyes, and muttered silently.
For about a minute, grandma felt her consciousness cleared up, and when the black shadow in front of her eyes disappeared, grandma cried again, saying: "Thank you Bodhisattva, thank you Bodhisattva"
But there was no moonlight, and the road was still dark. After driving away this ghost, what if we encountered others again? Grandma panicked again thinking about it.
At this time, puff puff puff, clusters of will-o'-the-wisps lit up brightly like marks, one separated by the other, stretching in the direction of home, the flames glowed blue, very beautiful, I heard people say before The will-o’-the-wisps are like ghosts, saying that whoever sees them will die, but the will-o’-the-wisps that grandma saw today are like street lights, which didn’t exist in the environment at that time, so grandma still says she has seen different “street lights” .
Walking along the will-o'-the-wisps, passing one, poof! off, passing one, poof! off.
In this way, we went all the way to the entrance of the village. Grandma looked back, and it was already pitch black, and the blue dancing fire could not be seen at all.
When we got home, the kids were all asleep. Grandma hugged my uncles without taking off her clothes. Confused them.
At dawn the next day, grandma brought her family to the temple to burn incense and kowtow. I remember her old man had to take me there several times.
Later, my grandma suffered from a cerebral hemorrhage, and she still couldn't survive this test even though she was strong. Although I haven't contacted her for a long time, the ghost stories she told me have always affected me.