I take a little action, that's the limit

Holding the yellowed notepad, my heart couldn't calm down for a long time. Do ghosts and gods really exist in this world?

My name is Yuan Luo. The monster in the story is my great-grandfather, and the child who followed the old man to rob the tomb is my grandfather.

Grandpa had the habit of jotting down notes. This habit lasted until he could no longer write. It was his good habit that brought me into a strange world.

Of course, in his old wooden box, only this one records things from another world. Most of the remaining dozen books are "postpartum care for sows" or "treating rabbit diarrhea" and other folk remedies. If it weren't for When I accidentally dug out this notepad, I didn't know the other side of the world was so exciting.

In addition to the incident just mentioned, there are also some records about great-grandfather Yuan Renpu in the notebook. However, there are only a few strokes, written in regular script. The font is elegant and has a breath of calligraphy. I think , it should have been recorded by my great-grandfather’s cousin. It sounds a bit humiliating when read, which may be related to his background as an official.

Although it is in traditional Chinese and is awkward and convoluted, I still used Du Niang to find out the general meaning.

It turns out that my great-grandfather has studied mystical arts since he was a child. However, Chinese mysticism is vast and profound, with countless branches, most of which are intertwined and interconnected. My great grandfather is best at Feng Shui mysticism.

There has never been anyone who is self-taught in the art of Feng Shui, and my great-grandfather is no exception. His master is Wei Xuantong. Just by hearing his name, you can tell that he must be a cool, cool, and impressive big shot. Unfortunately, I will not use this name. I entered the search engine and flipped through a dozen pages, but I still didn't find out who Wei Xuantong was.

The third page of the notepad is a simple picture. Because it is too long ago and the font marked on the picture is very small, it has become blurry. However, based on the story on the first page, I guess that the place marked by this picture is , should be the place where great-grandpa was buried.

The fourth page is different from other pages. This page is sewn with two pieces of rough and old rice paper. On the rice paper, two paragraphs of text are written in a free and easy style. Obviously, it is not written by my great-grandfather's cousin and grandfather.

The original text is as follows: "I have traveled north and south in search of treasure caves for more than twenty years, but I have never discovered that Longming Mountain outside the village is a real dragon's cave. Nine peaks come in a row, like a general coming out of battle, a horse going straight into the gold. The basin, the bright hall is wide enough to accommodate horses, and the mysterious curves of the stream disappear upwards. The most wonderful thing is that on the top of Fengming Mountain, there is a pool of clear dragon water... It is really hard to find a place after wearing iron shoes. If you find this cave, When it meets water, it can turn into a dragon, and its descendants will have endless blessings. Renpu, the spring of the th year of Emperor Guangxu's reign in the Qing Dynasty."

"According to my destiny hexagram, I am very destined to this point. It will be a good person for future generations of my Yuan family, so I decided to go against heaven and occupy the dragon energy of this treasure point for my own use. Renpu, in the autumn of the th year of Emperor Guangxu's reign of Emperor Dezong of the Qing Dynasty. "

Looking at these two paragraphs, I seemed to see a middle-aged man standing on the top of a mountain with a cane, overlooking all living things, his clothes fluttering, and his face full of determination. Go against the will of heaven, a simple word, but it reveals a great spirit that overcomes all difficulties...

The above are all the records about my great-great-grandfather. They are well-written and the evidence is conclusive. I can’t believe it.

As for my grandfather, in my impression, he is an honest farmer who has never done anything earth-shattering in his life. This is completely opposite to what my father later described, because in his eyes, my grandfather is a big shot who holds the world in his hands. However, I can't see it at all.

If I had to say there was something legendary about my grandfather, I think it would be that one thing...

The matter goes back ten years.

That year, I had just turned ten, a naughty and active age.

During the summer vacation, I cried and moved to my grandpa’s house in the countryside.

One day, I was following my grandpa in a hurry, preparing to go into the mountains to collect herbs. Everything was prepared, but just as we were about to set off, a middle-aged man suddenly ran in from outside the door. He is dressed like a farmer, with dark skin and wrinkles on his face.

When I looked at the person, I saw him. It was Tietou, his father in the west of the village. In the past, I followed the children in the village and called him Uncle Han.

Old Uncle Han looked very panicked. He entered the house and knelt down in front of his grandfather with a "gudong" sound: "Uncle Yuan, please save my Tietou."

Grandpa quickly helped old Uncle Han up and asked: "Er Han, what is going on? Get up and tell me."

Old Uncle Han had tears in his eyes as he told the whole story.

Last night, Tietou made a bet with the children in the village to see who was braver, and the place of the bet was actually the cemetery in the back mountain. When night fell, the other children sneaked back home and threw the dumbfounded Tietou in the graveyard. It was about twelve o'clock in the evening when Tietou returned home. As if he had lost his soul, Uncle Han gave him a pair of shoe soles, but he didn't say a word and fell asleep.

It was late at night, and Uncle Han was too lazy to talk to him. Unexpectedly, Tietou slept until noon today. Uncle Han asked him to have lunch, but found that Tietou was extremely cold all over. If it weren't for the fact that he was still breathing in his nostrils, With a faint breath, he was no different from a dead person.

"Er Han, let's split up. I'll go to your house, and you can go find Old Li Tou quickly. If it's an emergency, you'd better have someone to take care of you!" After hearing this, Grandpa put down the bamboo basket behind him and grabbed a handful of yellow berries in the wooden box. Butou strode out quickly.

Maybe he was too anxious and didn't realize that I was already running after him.

How could such a fun thing be missing from me?

Soon, my grandfather and I arrived at Uncle Old Han’s house. As soon as we entered the door, we heard Auntie Old Han crying: “Tietou, my poor baby, wake up, don’t scare your mother...”

Grandpa entered the house in three steps and said to the old aunt: "Put down the iron head and let me see."

After saying that, he opened Tietou's eyelids and took a look.

I stood on tiptoes and saw that Tietou's eyes were black and bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept well.

Grandpa took two steps back, took out a small bottle from his pocket, poured out a drop of liquid, and applied it to his eyes. He squinted slightly and glanced at Tietou. After that, grandpa held Tietou's head and weighed it, then squatted down and picked up Tietou's shoes, put them on the tip of his nose and sniffed deeply. When he put down the shoes, I saw his face was very gloomy.

"Tietou mother, hurry up and find two pig brains at Butcher Zhang's house, and then go find me some gasoline. Hurry!" Grandpa took out a stack of yellow paper and drew on it with a brush dipped in red powder. Get up and ordered without raising your head.

"Okay, okay!" The old aunt ran out of the house in a hurry, not even bothering to put on her shoes.

Not long after the old aunt ran out, she turned around and ran back, eager to save her son. In each of her hands, she held what grandpa wanted.

"Tietou mother, you take Xiao Luo out to play first. Remember, no one is allowed to come near the house!" Grandpa pasted the yellow paper with strange symbols on Tietou's head and limbs, and turned to the old man. Auntie Han said.

As soon as the old aunt took me to the door of the room, I heard a rustling sound behind me. Out of curiosity, I looked back and saw Tietou sitting up in a daze, his eyes red. Holding me.

Grandpa pushed the old aunt and I out, and with a bang, he bolted the door from the inside.