Grandpa reached out and picked up the scissors, and only then did we see what the scissors looked like.
These wooden scissors are the same size and style as ordinary scissors.
They are just made of wood.
But if you look closely, there are actually words engraved on the scissors: yin and yang scissors, yin and yang scissors, one scissor for life, two scissors for death, three scissors for yin and yang and life and death.
I grunted.
Although I didn’t know what I meant specifically, I felt so powerful.
I saw my grandpa looking straight at the pair of yin and yang scissors, and looking left and right.
When he came to his senses, he took the scissors and went to the edge of the stove.
Then I took the yin and yang scissors and stretched them towards the wire.
I opened my eyes wide.
I wanted to see how these wooden scissors cut the wire.
With a click, the yin and yang scissors were cut.
There was a crash, and the wire broke.
Then all the red ropes broke almost at the same time, and then a raging fire ignited, and the coffin sawdust under the cobblestones also caught fire, and the green ghost fire burned the cobblestones.
The essence and blood on the cobblestones sizzled and bubbled like water droplets in a hot pot, and dried up after a while.
My brother and sister-in-law and I were stunned, standing upright like wooden figures, looking at the scene in front of us, and our mouths were open, we were stunned.
After the fire on the coffin wood chips was extinguished, all the pebbles were baked black, and all the runes engraved on them were burned away.
"It's done."
Grandpa exclaimed, extremely happy.
The three of us hurriedly walked a few steps forward and came to Grandpa's side.
Grandpa continued to look at the scissors with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Grandpa, how come the fire just now is the same as the will-o'-the-wisp I saw when I was a kid?"
I asked doubtfully, my heart still pounding.
"This is a will-o'-the-wisp, also called a phosphorus fire," Grandpa said, "I couldn't figure it out before.
Then I chased a will-o'-the-wisp once, and after it was extinguished, there were unburned coffin boards and sawdust inside."
I suddenly understood, and then asked: "Ergou and the others said that will-o'-the-wisps are lamps lit by ghosts for walking at night, right?"
"That's right," Grandpa replied casually, focusing all his attention on the scissors.
When he came to his senses, he handed the scissors to me, then took a pot brush and a pig slurry spoon, and then swept away all the cobblestones and the sawdust and ash from the burned coffin boards.
There was nothing left in the spoon.
Then he took the spoon and headed in the direction of Yunxi, and the three of us quickly followed.
When he arrived at the edge of the big stone in Yunxi, where he talked with the old man with the kitchen knife yesterday, grandpa threw the entire spoon, the pebbles inside, and the bamboo brush into Yunxi.
Then he stood on the big rock and looked at the gurgling Yunxi River with a solemn expression.
I was also fascinated by what I saw.
I stepped on a cigarette butt, which was smoked by my grandfather and the old man yesterday, so I moved my feet and inadvertently lowered my head.
I found writing on the sand under my feet.
My eyes suddenly opened wide.
"Grandpa, there is something written on the ground."
I shouted, and my grandfather, brother and sister-in-law all looked at the ground.
When a clay Bodhisattva crosses a river, he cannot save himself; when he crosses a river with a knife, he cannot save himself.
Carry swords and scissors on your shoulders, never let them fall to the ground.
The yin and yang scissors are given to each other, hoping for peace of mind.
Two pieces of Chinese cigarettes are worth using as incense.
I am leaving now.
Please cherish them.
After my grandfather took a glance, his body became unsteady and he took two steps back.
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Fortunately, my brother and sister-in-law supported him.
"When did he write it?
When we left yesterday, there was no writing on the ground."
There were already tears in my grandfather's eyes.
My tears have already fallen down.
My brother and sister-in-law don’t know what happened yesterday, otherwise they would definitely cry too.
I squatted down, tears fell on these words, and I said: "He must have expected that we would come back again, so after we left, he came back and left words of farewell in the sand."
Grandpa also squatted down, tears kept falling, but he didn’t make a sound.
I know that people in the world of martial arts like grandpa know how to cherish each other, and there are surprisingly few people in the world of politics nowadays.
One person is gone and one is missing, and now another one is gone. , and he helped us and was a lifesaver, but now he is gone.
I can understand that feeling.
I have experienced the death of my master, whom I have never met before, but he taught me everything he had to teach me, even risking my life.
The kind of kindness I received from others, but I can't repay it in this life, and the grudge that weighs in my heart.
Wow, that kind of feeling is very heavy.
"Let's go along the Yunxi River.
No matter what, we must find my brother's body."
My grandfather suddenly stood up and wiped away his tears.
"Okay."
The three of us followed Grandpa and walked along the lower reaches of Yunxi River.
"Grandpa, how do you know that the old man must have died in Yunxi?"
I asked.
"The Clay Bodhisattva must have died in the water when he crossed the river.
There is only one cloud stream in the whole town, so it must be here."
Grandpa said with certainty.
It was only half past seven in the morning, the wind was very cold by the water, and there were no people around.
After walking for more than half an hour, I suddenly found the old man's straw hat and drinking gourd on a stone by the stream.
Grandpa rushed over and picked them up.
"It should be around here."
Grandpa stared at the turbulent Yunxi water with wide eyes.
This area is a deep water area, and a warning sign is erected next to it: Deep water area, the current is strong, swimming is prohibited "Grandpa, why don't we call the police and fish it out?"
My brother looked at the turbulent water.
If we fished it ourselves, we probably wouldn't be able to fish it out, no matter how good the water quality was.
"It's useless to call the police, because there is no evidence, and we saw him yesterday.
He has been missing for less than 48 hours, so the police will not call the police."
Grandpa took a deep breath and said, "Besides, we don't know his name.
How can we call the police?"
Let’s find someone to catch it.”
Then grandpa asked my brother and sister-in-law to stay here and notify us as soon as possible if the old man's body came up.
My grandfather and I took a motorcycle and arrived at Yunxi Village.
Yes, it was the village named after Yunxi, because the source of this stream flows down from the mountain where this village is located.
When we arrived at the entrance of Yunxi Village, the motorcycle dropped us off and we headed towards Yunxi Village.
I asked my grandfather who we were looking for, and he said we were looking for a water ghost.
I was confused at that time.
Seeing the blindness on my face, he said that the water ghost he was talking about was not the kind of water monkey that people say pulls people into the water to save their lives, but a corpse fishermen.
I was slightly surprised, how could such a business exist?
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Grandpa said that although this town is not close to the sea, the entire Ludao City is close to the sea, and the fresh water from Yunxi flows into the sea after bypassing the village.
In cities close to the sea, there are always some drowning incidents every year, especially in coastal tourist cities.
Then the police need to recover the bodies when handling cases, so there is a business that specializes in helping the police recover bodies and receive a salary
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