Grandma put out the magic

I was a little afraid and asked grandma who she was talking to.

Grandma closed the door and window and came to touch my head, her eyes haggard and soft.

She said: "Miao Miao, grandma when she was young, once defeated a big monster, now it is coming to revenge grandma, grandpa sick is such a thing! It wasn't Grandpa you saw by the river, it was the sick demon coming out of grandpa!"

It sounded like a story, but grandma looked very serious.

I don't know. I often listen about fighting illness, but it's just a metaphor.

Confused, I asked, "Grandma, what is the sike demon?"

Grandma first found a pair of shoes for me to put on, then took from the shelf a thread-bound book, called "Push the First sick day ghost method."

She said to me patiently, "Illness is a evil spirit that can make people sick. Once out of a person's body, it can only be treated with spells... Do you see anything different about grandpa?"

"Well..." I tried to remember. "The eyes were white, and the skin looked green. It looked scary."

"Fangs?"

"No."

"Hair on his hands?"

"No."

Grandma nodded a little and thought. Then she took out the cinnabar and grinded it. She took out the paper and began to write on it.

Grandma spirit focus, strokes, both like painting and like writing calligraphy, I come to see, the original is in the painting.

I stared at it for a while and said, "Grandma, this symbol is different from the one you drew last time."

I remember that some people in the village were confused by evil spirits before. Grandma used a different form of amulet. This time, the amulet was brand new and I had never seen it before.

Usually, grandma may praise me smart, even this all remember. And now that grandpa had just died and something so strange had happened, she was so overwhelmed with mixed emotions that she just said, "HMM."

Grandma wrote a few notes, pressed them on a paperweight to dry, and then strained them out and put them into a small bowl for me to drink.

Although the medicine was bitter, I took it with a frown.

While I was taking the medicine, grandma opened a big chest and took out a robe made of mixed colored cloth and put it around her. She also picked up a copper sword.

Just then, suddenly outside the door banging, my mother shouted at the door: "Miao Miao, come out quickly, relatives are here, waiting for you."

I was about to open the door when Grandma grabbed me and said sternly, "Wait, who are you?"

Listen to my mother at the door anxiously said: "Mom, you why confused, I don't know? What is this, when all the important people are away in the middle of the funeral?"

"Oh, coming, coming..."

Hearing the words, grandma walked quietly out the door with a perfunctorily on her lips. Her expression changed, her lips twitched, and she read the words in her mouth. Then the middle finger and index finger of her left hand stretched straight over the surface of the bronze sword.

I vaguely saw the bronze sword with a layer of light gold, and then grandma directly aimed the copper sword at the crack of the door and poked it out. A stench of white smoke poured into the crack immediately.

"Ah!"

At the same time, outside the door, a shrill, shrill scream, more mournful than that of a cat with its tail badly trodden on, made the hair stand on end.

A moment later, the copper sword, bound with red silk ropes, cracked, and the coins dropped to the ground with a clatter, some of them black as if they had been soaked in corrosive liquid.

I was so scared that my little face went white, and I looked at the door and looked at grandma in alarm.

Grandma comforted me a few words, while giving me something wrapped in a red cloth, told me to hold it in my arms and not leave for a moment.

I took it. It was so heavy, it felt like a sculpture.

When the copper sword was gone, grandma dug out a bronze sword wrapped in silk cloth from the bottom of the chest.

At ordinary times, grandma exorcises evil spirits and summons souls. At most, she can make do with a peach wood sword, sometimes even with a peach tree branch. It's the first time I saw her use real weapons, which seems to be a real move!

Wearing a robe of grandma one hand on crutches, a sword, she paused in front of the door, and then suddenly opened the door!

Startled, I quickly hid behind my grandmother, looked out and saw some black air left in the yard, very heavy, almost like a liquid on the ground, black air density is very high, the shape of the residual looks a bit like feet or hands.

My heart was pounding and I clutched the red cloth bag in my hands as if it were a lifeline.

Grandma waved her bronze sword several times and calmly read: "Three yuan up, too one protect form, Si Life Prince, five gods Huang Ning, blood corpses scattered, and feces flow zero, withdraw and disperse!"

Then he waved the bronze sword, and the dark air that remained in the courtyard was blown away like smoke in the wind.

Still in shock, I asked, "Grandma, what are those black things?"

"You can see?" Startled, my grandmother asked, "What did you see?"

I said, "It's black like footprints."

Grandma touched my head and said, "Those are the plague gas left by the sick ghost, inhaling a little will get sick! Miao Miao, remember, must hold tightly I give you this idol, it can protect you, absolutely can not put down!" .

A warmth came from grandma's thin but dry palms. I felt at ease and nodded.

Grandma continued to walk out of the hospital, and I followed her, carrying the heavy weight of the statuary.

Walking for a while, when I found grandma's destination was the river, I couldn't help but get nervous and kept swallowing spittle -- is grandma going to clean up that sick ghost?

Grandma did have some powerful magic skills, which I always knew. Once there was a child in the village who fell into the water. There was no sign of the child on the water.

When grandma arrived, she tore up a pair of little men holding hands with jute paper, sandwiched a corner comb she carried with her and threw it into the water.

A few seconds later, the river bubbled and bubbled, and the boy floated to the top!

The child had passed out, but was alive, clutching my grandmother's comb. It was amazing.

When the boy came to his senses, he recalled that at first he felt something grab his feet and drag him down. He struggled and struggled, but then he felt a light shining from above. He unconsciously reached for the light, grabbed a comb, and felt something behind him pushing him upward.

My grandmother was superior and kind to me, and the two images did not conflict at all.

After a while, we came to the river, grandma's robe rustling against the withered grass, closely followed by me nervously looking around, nervous, all the wind and grass are nervous.

Grandma looked up at the sky until a dark cloud covered the sun, and suddenly she said, "... Call urgent, shade for shine. Wings spread against the wind, rivaling!"

Suddenly between the overcast wind, grandma's robe agitation, the wind around me and grandma, some translucent figures into the grass with the wind.

I howled and asked grandma what was going on.

Grandma comforted me: "Miao Miao don't be afraid, these are just grandma reconnaissance soldiers."

The wind whistled back and forth, making me feel cold and pimping my skin, making my hair stand on end.

After a few minutes, the dark clouds covering the sun gradually dispersed, and the cold wind also dissipated. Grandma, who had been closing her eyes with pithy tips, suddenly opened her eyes and exclaimed, "Karma, where should you run?"

She put the sword fierce toward the front of a point, grass swaying, I was surprised to stare big eyes, I saw that resembles grandpa's monster bared teeth to jump out!

The grandmother was not afraid at all. She moved quickly like a young man. She swung her sword at once and chopped several times in the air.

Then grandma thrust her sword into the ground and began chanting the incantation again, as fast as the sky could change in June, the clouds began gathering overhead again.

The sick ghost sensed something and rushed at grandma with a shriek from the grass.

With a determined wave of her hand, a piece of paper flew out of her sleeve and stuck to the ghost man's head. Immediately, as if struck by some force, the ghost man fell back violently, writhed and rolled, and tore his clothes -- or rather, his painted skin.

Disease ghost rolled on the ground, his hands grabbing, see it tear the face with Chinese tunic suit, eyes reveal a large white, blue, face ferocious, like people inhuman monster, the head that spells like iron, flipping it sizzle smoking, its stunning nozzle and penetrating, like the magic sound penetration ears, hear people nuts.

The grandmother's face was livid, and she held her bronze sword high in the air.

I hurriedly shout: "grandma danger!"

I was afraid grandma would be struck by lightning.

It tore the spell from its head with great chunks of flesh. All of a sudden its head was covered with blood. Then it went past grandma like a lost dog and ran away in disgrace toward the river.

"Thunder!

With a majestic drink, grandma waved her raised sword downward, and with a crash, a blinding bolt of lightning fell toward the place where the monster fled...