Story: I was confused by a weasel blocking the way on the mountain, and my grandfather saved me in a hurry

My hometown is in a big mountain, surrounded by mountains and a small flat land, where villagers have lived for generations. Because there are many mountains, there are many legends and stories of various elves. Since I was a child, I have heard many taboo things, such as hearing someone call you by your name in the middle of the night, don't say yes, don't turn back when you are on your shoulder when you walk on the mountain road, and so on. I have always felt that this is because people's fear of darkness, and the rumors or hallucinations that arise, when they are not true, are all frightening children. It wasn't until I once, after experiencing it myself, that I realized that there are many wonderful and unknown things in this world.

I was almost ten years old at the time, and my parents sent me to my grandparents' house for summer vacation. Grandpa was a smiling little old man, but he was like a child, and he could always find something funny and make me laugh.

That morning, Grandpa woke me up confused and said that the neighboring village had invited a drama team and asked me if I wanted to see the liveliness. I'm not interested in watching a play, I can't understand it, but I know that where there is a drama team, there are many fried cakes and brine, and the rare mountain fruit mud people can not let go of such a good opportunity?

I grunted and said to go. Grandpa motioned to me in Grandma's room and asked me to go and beg Grandma. Grandma is a very strict person, Grandpa is very afraid of her, but Grandma hurts me very much, this road to twenty or thirty miles, I have to go to "leave" to work.

I ran to Grandma, pulled her clothes, and made a fuss without mercy, Grandma couldn't grind me, glared at Grandpa, and said that it must be your dead old man's idea, you should go early, come back early after watching the play, come back late, your grandchildren don't want to have dinner!

Grandpa grinned and pulled me out the door.

The neighboring village said it was next door, but in fact it had to go around a big mountain, on the other side of the mountain. My grandfather and I rushed early in the morning, listening to the birds chirping, but I didn't feel tired. Halfway through, I took most of the ox cart and arrived at the place where the opera was sung, and it was not yet noon. I ran around like a joy, ate a lot of good things, and in the afternoon, I gradually became sleepy and leaned over to take a nap next to my grandfather. Grandpa watched the play, was attracted by the chess game of an old man under the tree, and the horizontal knife immediately squatted down, and fought on the chessboard.

It wasn't until the sun was west, and I rubbed my eyes to wake up, pushing Grandpa to go home. Grandpa looked up at the hour, and said that he had suffered, and that he was going home late for three days.

Grandpa led me back in a hurry. When we got to the bottom of the mountain, Grandpa hesitated, he said that it would take three hours to go around the mountain, or we would go over the mountain, and we would save half the time. I took Grandpa's hand, wasn't afraid, and said yes.

Grandpa took me up a path up the mountain, the mountain forest dark is particularly fast, it does not take long to see the sun, the surrounding trees that look verdant in the daytime, have gradually faded, full of black branches stretching, looking at the past, as if there are countless strange people standing on the mountain. The birds chirped and chirped and seemed to change their movements, with a cold chill, which made me feel cautious in my heart.

When I reached the top of the mountain, Grandpa held out a finger, and some people in the village below had already turned on the lights, and Grandpa said look, he would soon be home. I tugged at the corner of Grandpa's coat, and both grandchildren sped up.

The way down the hill was easier, and I followed Grandpa closely, and I didn't look up, only to see Grandpa walking on two feet.

Suddenly Grandpa stopped walking and said to himself, Huh, what about the road?

I looked up and saw that the path was gone, and my grandfather and I were standing in a wood, and when we looked back, the road was gone, and there was no trace of the grass on the ground, and we didn't know where we were.

Grandpa circled around the woods a few times but still couldn't find the way, patted his thigh, and said Oh, I'm afraid I've encountered a mountain monster. I know that Grandpa is talking about the monster immortals on the mountain, and I haven't heard the villagers say those strange things, but do we really want to meet them now? I was scared and a little curious, twisting my neck to look around.

Suddenly, behind a tree, I saw two yellow lights. I stared wide-eyed and looked closely, only to see a weasel slowly emerge from behind the tree, facing me and grandpa, sitting on the ground, staring at me.

I only felt a trance, the two points of yellow light became bigger and bigger, and gradually a road appeared in my eyes, and I could see a valley along the road, where the trees were tall and full of shining fruits of all colors, and a group of children under the trees were playing and laughing, and a few saw me, waved at me, and shouted happily, Come, come and play together.

I thought about going there, spread out my hand clutching Grandpa's clothes, and walked forward step by step. Suddenly Grandpa held me by the waist, I couldn't move forward, kicked and punched in Grandpa's arms, I couldn't listen to what he said, I just wanted to run to the group of children to play.

When Grandpa saw the weasel staring at me intently, I began to cry and had to walk up to the weasel. Knowing that this was a weasel illusion, I was fascinated.

Grandpa pulled me to death, suddenly knelt on the ground, prostrated his head at the weasel, and said Huang Daxian, look at your extraordinary old temperament, the Tao is profound, you must be a successful cultivator, and you will become a immortal in the future. Why bother with my little grandson now, he is still young, he doesn't understand anything, even if you eat him, it will not be of great use, it will not be of great use, he has created a crime, hindering you from becoming an immortal. If you are really hungry, then eat me, my old man is willing, never complain about you Immortal, just ask you to let go of my little grandson.

I heard grandpa's words in my ears, only to see that the road in front of me was gradually disappearing, and the children of the valley trees had dissipated. My mind cleared, I stopped crying, and looked up in my grandfather's arms to see the weasel.

The weasel blinked, as if considering Grandpa's words, and nodded at Grandpa not long ago, stood up, flicked his tail, and turned away.

After the weasel was gone, my grandfather and I found at the same time that the disappearing path was in front of us, and my grandfather and I had been circling around the intersection.

Grandpa took me in his arms and walked down the hill without a word. When I was about to enter the village entrance, Grandpa put me on the ground, took a long breath, bowed his head and said to me, "Grand grandson, Grandpa begs you for something, okay?"

I nodded.

Grandpa said, don't tell your grandma about the mountain today when you go home, just say that we came back along the mountain detour, huh?

I was horrified, but I was also amused by my grandfather's weak heart.

After we went back, my grandfather and I really didn't say a word about the mountain. Grandma muttered a few words about why it was so late, and then put on the meal for us to eat.

Later, Grandpa quietly told me that that night he dreamed of the weasel, and the weasel gave him a beating and apologized, that he had cultivated for many years without success, and that he was impatient to wait, and wanted to learn from those who were confused by the same kind to increase his Daoist practices. This first time I took a shot, I met my grandfather, thanks to my grandfather's words and reminders, by confusing people and practicing, I can only become a jing, not an immortal. It almost went astray. Therefore, I came to thank Grandpa for his grace.

I don't know if what My grandfather said was true or not, but the scene I saw on the mountain can still be recalled, not like a dream. From then on, I would never walk the mountain road at night, afraid that if I encountered a mountain monster who did not listen to advice, I would never come back.