My name is Liang Yueming, and I was born in a remote rural area, the kind of place where chickens don’t lay eggs and birds don’t poop.
Because the place is remote and there is no electricity, chatting has become the most popular activity for people after dinner.
Ghosts are also one of the topics people talk about.
I have heard adults talk about these strange ghosts since I was a child, and I was a little scared at first.
I would often get into bed and dare not fall asleep for a long time.
Later, after hearing more about it, I became more at ease with it.
People had made everything up, and there were no such things as ghosts or ghosts in the world.
Until I got a strange illness when I was ten years old, I would have a high fever at night, and the fever would subside at dawn.
Due to limited conditions, the local doctor could not tell what kind of disease he had, and he would have to walk at least more than three hundred miles to get to the city.
For these people who have rarely been out, these three hundred miles are already an astronomical number.
My grandma believed in these stories about ghosts and gods.
She didn’t realize something was wrong until the third day of my illness, so she traveled more than ten miles by herself to invite Mr.
Yin Yang back.
As soon as we got home, grandma was busy making tea and water, boiling water for cooking, and even killed my favorite big rooster.
After we had had enough wine and food, Mr.
Yin Yang looked at me and said that I was haunted by an evil spirit, and asked me what I had done before I got sick.
In order to be worthy of the big cock that was eaten, I carefully recalled that there was nothing abnormal before I got sick, it was just eating and playing.
If there was nothing different from usual, it was that he and his friends crushed a skull while playing in the ravine outside the village.
That night, he had a nightmare.
A woman in red with blood on her face was looking for her.
I asked for my life, but I don’t remember the specific reason.
After hearing me talk about crushing skulls and the dream I had, grandma scolded me and asked me why I didn't tell my family about such a big thing.
Mr.
Yin Yang said that the problem might lie in the skull, so at Mr.
Yin Yang’s request, I took them to the ravine where they were playing.
By the time we reached the location where the skull was, it was already getting dark.
It was still a bit dark during the day, but it was still a bit permeable after dark.
The light wind blew a chill down the back, and countless bats had spread their wings and came out to look for food, covering the sky and the moon.
Occasionally, there are a few owl calls, as if to tell people that it is dark.
The willow trees in the ravine were waving their branches driven by the wind, making a rustling sound.
At first glance, it seemed like something was dancing excitedly.
It adds a bit of horror to this lonely ravine.
My body temperature had already risen and I had a high fever.
I was held in my arms by my grandma.
Except that I was still conscious, I couldn't even move my fingers.
Mr.
Yin Yang lit the torch and observed the broken skull until he found some rotten but still identifiable red cloth on the bones around the skull.
He frowned and said he would talk later.
The group of people returned along the original road.
After dark, the road in the ravine was extremely difficult to walk.
Stones of large and small sizes were scattered there.
I don’t know how many years they had been lying there.
The group of people picked up the big stones and stepped on them while still walking.
To guard against the sudden attack of the bats, those bats might attack people because they were hungry or something, and they would be bitten accidentally.
I didn’t know until recently that the bats in my hometown were vampire bats.
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It took the group more than two hours to walk the few miles from the ravine to their home.
After I got home, grandma put me on the bed, covered me with a quilt, and put a cold towel on my head.
Then he couldn't wait to ask Mr.
Yin Yang if the situation was optimistic.
Mr.
Yin Yang took a deep puff of the old dry cigarette, looked a little solemn, and said that it was indeed an evil ghost haunting him, and it was also a fierce ghost.
Not easy to deal with.
Grandma was frightened when she heard this, and begged Mr.
Yin Yang to help me, saying that as long as my disease could be cured, he would not hesitate to bankrupt the family.
Mr.
Yin Yang said that was not necessary.
He only had one request, that is, after curing my illness, he asked me to become his teacher.
Grandma agreed without even asking my parents for their opinions.
My parents didn't interrupt at all.
Curing my disease is the most important thing now.
Mr.
Yin and Yang told my grandma to wait until dawn, bring some incense paper money and ingots to the skeleton, bury it, and burn the incense paper money to it, begging it to see if it could let me go.
If it doesn't work, think of other ways.
Grandma tidied up a room for Mr.
Yin Yang and settled down, but she didn't sleep a wink all night.
She sat in the old house and folded paper money and ingots all night.
After dawn, my body temperature dropped, and I went to the ravine again with my grandma, carrying a hoe, incense candles and paper money.
The scenery in the ravine during the day is in great contrast to that at night.
The flowers are red and the willows are green, and various birds are chirping on the branches.
There was no need to worry about the intrusion of bats, the road was much easier to walk, and we soon reached the place where the skull was.
After I dug the hole, grandma carefully buried the dead bones.
Not a single bone or scrap was left behind.
After the burial, grandma lit the incense candle and inserted it in front of the grave.
She asked me to kneel down together and start burning paper money and ingots.
While kowtowing, grandma burned paper money and ingots, and kept saying, "It's no wonder that children are ignorant."
I will burn more incense, candles, and ingots for you, and you can let my grandson go.
They were all words like this.
Because it was so long ago, I can’t remember what else was said.
After returning home, I cooked some food to entertain Mr.
Yin Yang.
The whole family did not do anything but waited quietly.
During this period, Mr.
Yin Yang asked me if I would like to become his teacher and learn some skills.
I was not impressed.
There is nothing interesting to say.
As night fell, Mr.
Yin Yang spread a thin layer of rice on the ground in the yard, placed a table at the door of the house, lit the oil lamp, and placed three bowls on it, filled with water.
An incense burner with five sticks of incense and a pair of chopsticks tied with red strings placed on the corner of the table is regarded as an altar.
A gust of wind blew by, and Mr.
Yin Yang ordered my family to hold hands and surround me in a circle and not allow me to come out.
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Light five incense sticks again and insert them into the incense burner, looking out of the house. creak, creak A slight sound came from outside the house.
The sound was like someone stepping on the rice on the ground outside the house.
The sound got closer and closer, and the three bowls of water began to churn, as if they were boiling. call Another gust of wind blew, my body temperature rose again, and all the strength in my body slowly disappeared.
Mr.
Yin Yang shouted, you all hold on to your hands tightly and don’t let go.
He grabbed the chopsticks tied with red thread and pinched the middle finger of my left hand hard between the cracks.
I lost my consciousness bit by bit, but I still vaguely remember the conversation between Mr.
Yin Yang and "me".
Mr.
Yin Yang asked me why I didn’t accept the apology and still came to harass this child.
"I" said that I have been wandering in the wilderness for more than a hundred years.
I was wronged, so I committed suicide by wearing red clothes and turned into a ghost to avenge myself.
Who knew that after taking revenge, I could not be reincarnated, and I turned into a violent spirit and my body was exposed in the wilderness. , if the underworld doesn’t accept it, it can only turn into a wandering ghost.
It was the day he stepped on my bones that I followed him back.
Mr.
Yin Yang listened to what it said and knew that it would not leave easily.
After discussing it with my family, he told "me" that there was a way to solve this problem, which was to become the guardian fairy of my Chen family.
Eat my family's offerings, but keep your family safe.
Seeing "I" agree, Mr.
Yin Yang released the chopsticks holding the middle finger of his left hand.
The dark wind flashed by, and I slowly regained consciousness, and my strength gradually returned: