The craftsman weaves a bamboo mat, meets the two imps at night to discuss, and cleverly weaves a mysterious charm at the bottom of the mat
In the deep mountains of Xiangxi, there is a small village surrounded by mountains. Most of the people in the village make a living by weaving bamboo utensils, especially the craftsman Zhang Dabo, who has the most exquisite craftsmanship. Uncle Zhang is nearly sixty years old, with silver hair, and his face is engraved with traces of time, but his eyes are still bright, and his skills in weaving bamboo mats are unmatched.
One evening, Uncle Zhang was weaving bamboo mats in his small courtyard as usual. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his calloused hands, which looked particularly vicissitudes. With the weaving sound of "whoosh", pieces of bamboo strips are intertwined in his hands, and gradually, a brand new bamboo mat is about to be completed.
At this moment, Uncle Zhang suddenly felt a chill coming, and he couldn't help but shiver. Looking up, I saw that the sky was dark, and the surrounding mountains and forests seemed to hide endless secrets, and gusts of yin wind blew through the mountains, bringing a little strange atmosphere. Uncle Zhang shook his head, secretly laughing at himself for being old, and he began to be suspicious.
He was about to pack up his tools and go back to the house when he suddenly heard a small voice from the corner of the courtyard. He was shocked, could it be that there was anyone outside at such a late hour? He followed the sound and looked over, but saw nothing. Just when he thought he had misheard, the voice sounded again, this time more clearly, as if it were the whispering of two little children.
Uncle Zhang was curious, and walked over lightly, only to see two small figures shaking in the bamboo forest at the corner of the courtyard. He listened attentively, only to hear one of them whisper: "Tomorrow the old craftsman is going to make a new bamboo mat again, should we take the opportunity to ......" The other voice said: "Yes, we can hide that charm under the mat while he is not paying attention, and let him take it away without knowing it." ”
Uncle Zhang's heart froze, what kind of charm are they talking about? Could it be that these two little guys are ...... He didn't dare to think about it anymore, only felt a chill in his back. He quietly retreated into the house, took out the ancestral bronze mirror and cinnabar, and drew an exorcism charm and hid it in his arms.
Early the next morning, Uncle Zhang deliberately shouted loudly in the courtyard to make a new mat, and sure enough, the two little ghosts appeared again. They hid in the bamboo forest and watched Uncle Zhang's every move. Uncle Zhang pretended not to know, weaving bamboo mats while secretly paying attention to the movements of the two little ghosts.
I saw that the two little ghosts took advantage of Uncle Zhang's inattention, and quietly stuffed a yellow charm under the bamboo mat that was about to be braided. Uncle Zhang sneered in his heart, but on the surface, he pretended not to know and continued to weave bamboo mats. When the bamboo mat was finished, he took the opportunity to skillfully weave the exorcism charm in his arms into the bottom of the table, and closely attached it to the yellow charm.
After finishing, Uncle Zhang deliberately placed the bamboo mat in the middle of the courtyard, and then pretended to go into the house to rest. When the two imps saw this, they were overjoyed, and thought that their plan had succeeded, so they quietly left.
Uncle Zhang waited in the house for a while, making sure that the two little ghosts had gone away, before he walked out of the house, carefully rolled up the bamboo mat, and put it in the warehouse. He knew that this bamboo mat was no longer an ordinary bamboo mat, but a magic weapon that could drive away evil spirits and avoid ghosts.
Since then, Uncle Zhang's bamboo mats have become famous in the village. It is said that his bamboo mat is not only strong and durable, but also has the miraculous effect of warding off evil spirits. And those little ghosts who once wanted to make trouble, because they were afraid of the power of that bamboo mat, they no longer dared to show up easily.
Uncle Zhang also relied on this magical bamboo mat to become a highly respected figure in the village. His craft has not only been passed down, but also infused with a sense of reverence and respect for mystical powers. When night falls, the people of the village will gather in Uncle Zhang's courtyard to listen to him tell those bizarre stories about weaving bamboo mats and driving away evil spirits, and the magical bamboo mat has also become a treasure in the village, passed down from generation to generation.
As the years go by, Uncle Zhang will eventually grow old. On the day of his death, the people of the village spontaneously came to his courtyard to see him off. His magical bamboo mat was also solemnly handed over to the village elders for safekeeping, and it has become an eternal legend. Whenever a newcomer comes to the village, they will hear the story of Uncle Zhang and the magical bamboo mat, and feel the awe and respect for the mysterious power. And those two former little ghosts have long since turned into invisible smoke in front of Uncle Zhang's wisdom and courage, and dissipated in the long river of history. The craftsman weaves a bamboo mat, meets the two imps at night to discuss, and cleverly weaves a mysterious charm at the bottom of the mat
Time flies, and it has been some years since Uncle Zhang passed away, but the legends about him in the village are still circulating. That magical bamboo mat has become a treasure in the village, passed down from generation to generation, but no one dares to use it lightly.
Until one year, the village was hit by a drought that had not been seen in a century. Crops are yellow, wells are dry, and people are hungry and thirsty. To make matters worse, as the drought continues, some evil ghosts also start to haunt the villagers at night, harassing the villagers and scaring them into sleeping.
The village chief convened the villagers to discuss countermeasures, and everyone was at a loss. At this moment, someone remembered the magical bamboo mat left by Uncle Zhang. Legend has it that the bamboo mat has the miraculous effect of warding off evil spirits and may be able to resist the infestation of these evil spirits.
So, with awe, the villagers took out the bamboo mat that had been sealed for a long time from the warehouse. Although the mat has passed through the years, it is still intact, and even faintly reveals a mysterious power.
The villagers decided to build an altar in the open space in the middle of the village and offer bamboo mats to it, praying that the heavens and Uncle Zhang's spirit in heaven would bless the village through the difficult time.
As night falls, the villagers sit around the altar and pray silently. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the ghosts who had been wandering around seemed to sense something and gathered towards the altar. Their eyes reveal greed and evil, as if they want to devour everything.
At this moment, the charm on the bamboo mat suddenly emitted a dazzling light. The light was like a sharp sword, shooting straight at the ghosts. The goblins were so frightened by the sudden light that they screamed and fled in all directions.
When the villagers saw this, they immediately cheered. They knew that Uncle Zhang's spirit in the sky had not left them, but had been silently protecting the village. That magical bamboo mat is the patron saint left by Uncle Zhang.
From then on, whenever the village was infested by ghosts, the villagers would take out the magical bamboo mat and offer it on the altar. And those ghosts also seemed to be afraid of the bamboo mat, and they no longer dared to easily step into the village for half a step.
Uncle Zhang's story and the magical bamboo mat have become an eternal legend in the village, passed down from generation to generation. People not only praise Uncle Zhang's craftsmanship and wisdom, but also remember his deep affection and selfless dedication to the village. And those two former imps have long since dissipated in the face of Uncle Zhang's wisdom and courage, and have become an episode in the history of the village.