Zhangjiazhuang, a remote small mountain village with traffic jams, the whole village has no more than a hundred people. There have been a lot of evil things in such a small place.
Today I will tell a story about an old lady Jiang. This old lady lives in my front yard. I have to call her the cousin because of her seniority. This old lady is a little fat and heart-warming. Very good and easy-going, the folks in the village also love to talk to her at home.
I remember when I was in elementary school, after school in the evening, I would see a group of young daughter-in-laws in the village chatting around Mrs. Jiang, including my old lady. A group of women picked up the leeks and beans in their hands, and asked Mrs. Jiang to talk about the evil things she had experienced.
The old lady Jiang seems to be a little capable, and she can save her children. For example, whose child is frightened, has a high fever, and does not wake up. The doctors didn’t look good when they were taken to the town’s health clinic. The family will bring them to Mrs. Jiang’s house and let the old lady collect her soul. The child will be guaranteed the next day.
When I was young, I asked the old lady to collect the soul, and I vaguely remember the process at that time. Mrs. Jiang first washed her hands and cleans the face, then stretched out her hand and stroked the child’s head while mumbling in her mouth, not knowing what she was reading. About 10 minutes, the soul collection ceremony was over. I asked later that the old lady said that the spell cannot be told to others, and after telling others, she will not be able to recover the soul in the future.
Today’s story is not the story of Mrs. Jiang taking her soul, but the real story of Mrs. Jiang hitting a ghost by herself.
It was a summer, with the moon hanging high and the stars twinkling. At that time, there were no street lights in the village, and basically all night trips depended on flashlights. Not to mention the nightlife. Every household turned off the lights and went to bed after 9 o’clock.
About 10 o’clock in the evening, I was awakened by the shouts in the front yard. In a daze, I heard the old lady Jiang shouting hoarse. My parents were also awakened. Later, my father told me that his first reaction was to think that a thief had come in the front yard. Before I could think about it, my father got dressed, picked up the shovel in the yard, and ran to the front yard.
My mother hugged me and looked out the window anxiously. Without much effort, my dad came back with a shovel. As soon as I entered the room, she said, “Mrs. Jiang is afraid that she will be evil. Don’t let people come close and no one will know.” My mother showed a look of horror, and I curiously asked, “What is evil. “My dad didn’t answer my words, just let us put on our clothes and go to the front yard to add some yang energy. In those days, to be honest, the villagers would help if they were in trouble. It’s not like it is now.
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When my parents and I entered the front yard, I saw that many people had already arrived in the front yard. Mostly youngThere are also a few courageous women, big and small. My grandfather said with a sad look: “Who knows which ghost she offended, went out to the bathroom, and went crazy when she came back. He bit and beat me again.” After speaking, he raised his bitten arm.
I secretly looked at the old lady Jiang. At this time, the old lady Jiang might feel that there are many people in the house, and she is full of yang. She shrank in the corner of the Kang, making a crippling sound in her mouth, and staring at everyone with an angry look. The entire facial features seemed to be distorted, missing the smile of the past. On Mrs. Jiang’s back, I seemed to see a faint white shadow, just crawling on Mrs. Jiang’s back.
A courageous young man approached the kang and asked, “What’s the matter? Three grandmothers, this is out of the wind and it’s freezing bad. Come and lie down, cover it. Quilt, just sleep.” After speaking, he stretched out his hand to pull the quilt on the kang, and saw that old lady Jiang pounced too violently and threw the young man on the kang, opening her mouth and biting the young man. On the thigh.
The crowd exclaimed, and several women were startled and cried. Several men hurriedly took the young man back. The blood flowed out immediately, and tears of the hurt young man came out. It was this pounce that I could see clearly the figure behind the old lady Jiang. It turned out to be the old four Zhang who died in the village a few days ago. This old four Zhang had no children and had been lonely all his life. When I was alive, I was in a good place with Mrs. Jiang. Occasionally, Mrs. Jiang made a meal at home and invited Mrs. Zhang to come and eat together. Mrs. Jiang said that this was a good deed.
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I exclaimed: “It’s Zhang Laosi, I saw him, he is on the back of my grandma.” When these words came out, everyone suddenly For a moment, the atmosphere in the room was terrifying to the extreme. Originally, when everyone was not sure, they could use the excuse that Mrs. Jiang went crazy to strengthen each other’s courage. This time I heard that Zhang Laosi, a dead ghost, was in the house.
At this time, Mrs. Jiang’s expression was also obviously taken aback, looking at me suspiciously. A house of people and a ghost are so stalemate. After the scene just now, no one dared to move, for fear that Mrs. Jiang would be violent and hurt.
After a while, Mrs. Jiang actually started to cry, her mouth turned out to be the accent of Zhang Laosi, and her expression was exactly the same as when Zhang Laosi was alive. I saw old lady Jiang crying and said to my grandfather, “Brother, I can’t help you and my sister-in-law. I don’t want to go to my sister-in-law’s body. I can’t enter this house if I don’t. The two door gods at the door Let me come in. Brother, I’m suffering. I was alone when I was alive. I was still alone when I died. No one burned me money, and no one burned my clothes. I have a hard time down here. Ah.”
After hearing this, everyone was in deep thought, and this fourth oldest is also pitiful. No children and no daughters. After he died, the village paid to buy the coffin buried, what kind of paper money, paper people paperThere are no horses. This is because I can’t live anymore. I came to find someone for money.
My cousin’s grandfather quickly said: “Big brother, it’s eldest brother, I can’t help you, I will burn you tomorrow, and then some servants for you, and tea for you. Pour water and serve you. What do you think?”
Old lady Jiang said: “Brother, I know you are a good person, and my sister-in-law is also a good person. When I was alive, I did not help. I. I’m dead now, and I have to trouble my elder brother and sister-in-law to send my brother one last time.”
After speaking, Mrs. Jiang got up and walked outside. There was a whirlwind in the yard, and it rolled towards the south wall and disappeared in a blink of an eye. And the old lady Jiang fell into the arms of others when she tilted her body.
About 10 minutes, Mrs. Jiang woke up. Telling everyone about this, she went out to the bathroom and heard a knock on the door. He walked over and saw Zhang Laosi standing at the door as soon as he opened the door. Exclaimed: “Fourth, what are you…” Before I finished speaking, I didn’t know anything.
Well, this story is over. I want to say a few more words.
First, I hope everyone will post a door god on the door during the Chinese New Year, so that their yard is protected by God. The average kid really didn’t dare to come in.
The second is to remind everyone that on the death day of the deceased, I still burn some paper money for the deceased, not too much, but we must pay attention to fire prevention.