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(The following content is the author’s real experience)
When I was in junior high school, I became a “murderer.”
It’s the kind of “five lives” on his back.
This unexpected persona was given by a “Huangxian”.
In the next few years, my life was like an urban fairy novel, except that the characters were changed again and again, from the previous life generals, the magic soldiers to heaven, the fleeing fairies, to the people in the vegetation, silly and silly. .
Your life is yours, but my life is controlled by the “big fairy” in turn.
Xianjiatangkou, the most visited place during my adolescence
1
I grew up in the northeast. From birth, a fortune teller determined by the “Birthday Eight Characters” that the destiny of this life is either a god or a demon. This prophecy showed signs when I was 14 years old.
In order to avoid the exam that caused me headaches, I skipped school. After my mother learned of the situation, my third aunt, who was unable to beat the eight poles, made an appointment with a “great immortal.”No need to go, just send it to the “Daxian” studio.
This is very unusual. I also worshipped Baojiaxian at the same table, so I stretched out my left hand and “pinched” when I was fine. If you count it, you can know whether the math teacher will randomly check homework today. In the Northeast, who doesn’t know a fairy house and a half? Scientifically speaking, there are many mountains, forests and wilderness, and there are many and mixed wild animals here. Unscientifically, these animals all want to cultivate immortals, and they can still cultivate successfully in a place where the essence of heaven and earth are gathered.
There are many kinds of animal immortals, foxes, weasels, and snakes. Even if they cultivate to become immortals, they are saddened by the theory of species evolution if they have cultivated for ten thousand years. If you want to communicate with mortals, you must equip them. “Translation” (human flesh version), a profession called Dima came into being. They are willing to accept the possession of the gods, stand up, cure illnesses, and universalize humanity.
My third aunt’s third daughter, the third aunt, is really so circumspect, she is the first horse of “Huangxian”. That is, the disciple of the horse. “Huangxian” is most common in the north of Shanhaiguan. The strange talks of the fairy house of weasel who walk through the streets can still find a basket of witnesses on the Internet.
The precious image of the early humans witnessing Huang Taixian’s disappearance from the snow. Source: Irregular shochu
The 14-year-old I was a bit reluctant to see Daxian, but I was curious about it. I still met Huangxian in an unremarkable three-star hotel in the city center. The entrance of Huangxian’s hall is a single room in the building.
I thought I would see the weasel transform into an adult on the spot, and the celestial arts were all over the house, but I was disappointed in the end. There was only a middle-aged aunt sitting in the hall. Before I could sit down, she opened the door and asked if I had any strange dreams recently. I wondered, indeed, the bank building outside my dream collapsed.
After hearing this, the auntie showed ecstasy, so she had to kneel down for me, she said, it’s the end of the year, waitThe one year old finally came. Then he dexterously took out a pack of old man cigarettes from the drawer, lit it, and violently entered his lungs.
Weird thing, the aunt who smoked is no longer an aunt. She cleared her throat, her voice low, like a man. As if he had never seen me before, he looked up and down at the dumbfounded me with fierce eyes. Don’t blame, who can’t be dumbfounded when seeing the in-situ change?
Before I could react, the aunt who “attached” Huang Xian to her body took a leap, rushed behind her, reached out her hand and grabbed my head, and touched it for a long time.
Fortune-telling, one side is divided into birth date, palmistry, facial expression, mogu, etc., and the place is not sticking to one pattern. Picture source “The Evil”
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“My eyes are half-opened this day, so extraordinary!” Not only did the aunt’s voice change, she also lowered her tone from Harbin to a suburban accent, “I see you for a long time, you have nothing wrong with me, just follow me Same, from outside the sky.”
“Come on, talk to me! You must be able to understand what I’m talking about!”
Huang Xian returned to the front of the table to sit, and opened his mouth a string of gurgling Uruba soil, I couldn’t take it, I heard it in the mist. She kept “Ulu Ulu” endlessly, urging me with her eyes full of birds of prey. I’m really scared, and I’m wise, or just—”Guru Guru?”
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“Won’t you?…It’s cosmic, it’s a cosmic language. It’s a far cry from the previous life. Don’t blame Yun.” Huangxian took down my station and continued to talk about himself. Words, “Cosmic language is a language used in the sky, and you are also a god soldier from heaven… How can I forget it!”
I wanted to laugh, but I was suffocated. Within ten minutes, I was already a guest from outside. This change was a bit too fast and I needed to digest it. Huang Xian didn’t want to give me this time, and was eager to sit down to confirm his identity, and hurriedly took out a wad of yellow paper from the drawer, drew three symbols with a black 0.5 neutral pen, and wrote a series of tilde. “Yun tell me what does this mean?”
Calligraphy is a masterpiece
“I don’t understand.” It’s a showdown, this question is super-level.
Huangxian saw no results to verify, so she had to take away the table decorations, closed her eyes for a while, folded her palms, muttered a few curses, and not long after, it was the third aunt of my third aunt’s third daughter. Up. She called my mother in from outside the door and let me escape from the front line of fortune-telling.
Of course the matter will not end there.
New years later, my mother spent a lot of money and invited monks from the temple to do things. In Huang Xian’s terms, although my eyes are half-opened, I have killed countless people in my previous life. Now I am hit by a family of five wronged souls, even the old and the young. Only then will there be abnormal situations such as rebelliousness and aversion to learning. They must be invited to dinner. Do a ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonies, and discuss how to repay this life debt. At five o’clock in the morning, I was knocked on the main hall of the temple. There were broken steamed buns scattered all over the floor, and the monk Muyu banged.
This is not over yet. Not long after the ritual, my mother and I rushed to Mount Wutai. It is said that I have to knock 500 heads facing east, west, south and north, and every time I knock one, I have to recite the rebirth curse. This is the ultimate solution for Huangxian and the evil spirits after good communication.
So, after a heavy snowfall, it was dawn, I was uprooted, and I was fully awake, and people were already climbing to the stone steps at the top of the mountain. Finally, when I arrived at the small temple on the top of the mountain, I knelt when I saw the cushion in front of the Buddha.
“Knock it.” My mother took out a rebirth curse and put it in my hand, “Knock it again.”
“Nan Wu Amituo, mother-in-law night, Dota Gado night” I just bend down the first waist, I feel distressed, the down jacket is too thick. My mother asked anxiously: “I don’t feel the aura, they all say that when you recite the Mantra of Destiny, you have to hear the letter and the creditor of your family in every life and every life…”
I didn’t bother to take care of her telling me the story, but felt that today’s catastrophe must be passed. After knocking the more than 200 in the east, I just remembered to take a break, my eyes were so dizzy that I couldn’t see things clearly, I thought, there are 1,800 waiting for me, what’s the matter, or pretend to be dizzy.
My mother saw it through and proposed to knock together, but I quickly refused, and thumped on my knees again. When my consciousness became unconscious, I began to write stories in my brain and enter concentration. It seemed to have seen the family of five, holding a machete, and told me, “If you don’t pay the debt, you don’t want to eat anymore!”.
From 7 am to 6 pm, there are only two pilgrims in the temple, my mother and me, and no one is bothered. I don’t care if there is hell or heaven in this world. In short, the top of the Dai Luotop was definitely a hell with a kowtow.
Regardless of his insolvency, I also understand that, after these 2,000 heads were knocked back, he played truant, and it couldn’t happen again.
2
The tiredness of learning was resolved by kowtow, but the Tianling cover was still open.
My family is thinking about it all in my heart. I returned from Mount Wutai and never skipped class, but in class I learned to read novels, especially Xianxia’s. Helpless at home, seeing that the entrance examination is coming, this is a turning point in fate, make up classes andYou have to watch Daxian at the same time. In just one month, I met various laymen, monks, masters of Taoism, mathematics teacher, chemistry teacher, physics lecturer, and the Huangxian. The family only asks for a good exam. From then on, I will be a mortal, not thinking about it, studying hard, and embarking on the right path.
As for the opened Tianling Gai, I was led to Huangxian’s hall again. This time the efficiency was very fast. As soon as I sat down, a big mouthful of white wine was sprayed on the back of my head, and the mixture of saliva and alcohol was evenly smoothed out.
“It’s pasted for you.” Huang Xian said, no more than 30 seconds.
I really want to wash my hair right away. I’m not afraid that there are holes in my skull. It doesn’t matter whether it’s ambiguity or not. It doesn’t matter whether you are a person or a fairy. The most important thing is that this is a fraud, a fraud that insults your IQ. My family is no different from ATM.
You can only test well, you must do well. I went to a key middle school with a consistent score. My family members are happy, but I also understand that this is a double-edged sword. As long as I do something “out of the ordinary”, I will never stop watching Daxian.
But, when you really face the choice, you still have to listen to yourself, even if I don’t know who I am. At the age of sixteen or seventeen, dreaming about the future, who he is. There are too many possibilities. I watched too much Jiang Wen, and decided to become a director in the future, don’t do anything in the cultural class, or do the art. My mother learned that she immediately jumped out and shouted stop, stop, no.
There was no opportunity for communication, so I was sent to see the next great immortal. This “great immortal” was not an animal, and there was no confession. It was an old monk living in a grave mountain. In the summer, I was sent to the grave mountain for repairs. Eat fast, recite Buddha, grow vegetables, plow the land, look at the grave, and think about the way forward.
Source: “Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring”
The understanding of the family is like this. The Xianjia can’t save you. If you still want to go your own way, if you don’t take the broad road, then there will only be Buddhism crossing. I saw Daxian before, but I can still bite the bulletGoing through the process, I didn’t think about it. I came to the grave mountain to be accompanied by the lonely ghosts. At this young age, who is not afraid of leaving it. At this point, I can’t wait to break with my family. Compared with these, I would rather be sent to let Yang Yongxin telegraph. Happy.
Fortunately, although the old monk looked fierce, his face was jet-black, but fortunately, he was pretty good and didn’t do anything to me.
When I was on the mountain, he just took me to grow vegetables, learn common sense of agriculture, and burn a piece of paper for the unattended waste to soothe lonely ghosts. There is a big Buddha in the temple, but the old monk has not succeeded in alms, and the main hall does not even have a roof. He was kind to me too, at least he gave me the only fan and summer mat in the ruined temple.
One day, the master and apprentice sat in the old monk’s office to eat dumplings, and the old monk spoke:
“You do not belong to this world, unlike a mortal.”
Come again, I looked at him, a monk who eats vegetarian dumplings and he needs garlic. What a converted disciple who obeys the precepts, he is also an old liar. I restrained my disgust and tried to make idioms, so I asked quickly: “Why?”
Source: “Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring”
The old monk asked me to boil a pot of hot water, soak some cheap tea to drink, and said, “You are smart, you have a good eye for things, and you are a very special child.”
The hot water is boiled, I want to cry, but I feel ashamed. I went to get the kettle, turned my back, tears streaming down my face.
When the tea is brewed, the old monk uncovered a Buddha pendant from nowhere, and handed it to me as an amulet, “Male with Bodhisattva, female with Buddha…”
“Do you want to collect money?” I stay awake at all times, and I can’t break my defenses with a few words.
“If you don’t accept it, you will be developed in the future. You still have to remember the master, give me this temple and change the roof in winter.”
Picture source: “Incense”
In a few days, the old monk let me go home. He was a poor monk. I almost ate up all his surplus food on the mountain. He drove me to the high-speed rail station along the way, and had to rush to the village to take a look at the feng shui of the grave. The atmosphere was very sad, and it rained heavily. The old monk escorted me to the entrance. Across the fence, he held an umbrella and shouted at me: “Peace and peace, peace is good, but you still have to make your own way!” < /p>
I thought, I guess the roof of this temple might not be able to melt from me for a while, but I am free.
3
A few years later, I dropped out of school and went to work in Beijing. I didn’t get into the ideal school, and I had trouble with my family. I found a company in Beijing, and I had nothing to write and write. When I was free, I chatted with a lot of friends about creating and shooting things. It was my own way.
Looking at the Chinese New Year, I received a call from my mother and asked me to rush to Shanhaiguan, Qinhuangdao, or she would die.
I can’t answer at home at the end of the year. I understand very well, but this call completely disrupted my rhythm. At the age of 14, I don’t know why I should not be afraid of killing and paying for my life “what if”, but it is a matter of my mother’s life, “what if” is something Marx can’t solve.
Even if there is a 99.9999999% chance that my mother is still there, I am afraid of 00.000000001%.
I jumped on the Spring Festival transport train and squeezed between the train aisles to rescue my mother.
I didn’t know until the result was that it wasn’t my mother who was going to do it, it was me. The family didn’t know where they met a “big xianer” who was proficient in everything. Through seeking pulses and pinching fingers, I figured out when my soul was changed to the underworld. I had to do a soul-changing ritual to truly Become “vegetableThe person of “the next three years” is “flesh and flesh”. If this ritual is not done, I will die once the new year passes.
Picture source: “The Evil”
Urban Xianxia novels can be written like this, but my life will not work.
I can make money on my own, and have a new life that I have just broken into a little fame, and I am already 18 years old and can no longer be at the mercy of “Daxian”. In my eyes, there is no such thing as 0.0000001% of my own life.
But with my mother, saving her daughter, even if it is 0.000000001%, no matter how ridiculous, you can believe it. I have repeatedly said that I have to hurry back to work to see how many lives there are in the New Year. My mother doesn’t care about the live, she only cares whether her daughter can live forever. I laughed when I heard it, but couldn’t figure it out. My mother knew foreign language and had a broad vision. How could she not get a little bit out of the cracks in feudal superstition.
“But I can’t let my daughter die.” My mother cried.
I was crying too. I was crying and was pressed into the new hall. I pierced the needle with my index finger, put it into the blood and drank it mixed with white wine. This is the soul potion. The immortal family also pulled three hairs from my smashed heavenly spirit cover, mixed them with chicken blood, and wrapped them in red charms. This is a talisman to be worn on the body to prevent the body from being damaged by dirt within a hundred days of changing souls.
The “Daxian” in the movie “The Evil”
I did the ritual in the dark and worked all night. I returned to Beijing and lay in the 10-square-meter hut I rented, looking at the ceiling. I was never afraid of gods or ghosts. I just felt that my life was never in my hands. Here, never before.
New year, in the spring, some changes occurred in the company. I voluntarily left, bought a ticket, returned to my hometown, returned to school, and most of the time, I lied in bed and shed tears and shed tears.
In my mother’s eyes, I was a normal physical reaction after I changed my soul. Everything can be discussed from the fairy family. But in my heart, I only think about the bands I can see in Beijing, the days I have chatted with my colleagues, and the creations that have not yet formed, weird ideas that have yet to be completed.
I also feel that I have something wrong. I am sick all over my body. I am often so afraid of death that I don’t dare to sleep, and I want to die. All of this was posted with the description of the Xianjia, like an accurate prediction. In desperation, my mother took me to the Xianjia Fa conference several times. This time I seemed to be willing to drink Fuhua water, swallow raw eggs to prevent the virus, and a lot of Dima’s saliva. Yes, in their rhetoric, Only food sprayed with white wine by Dima can be called food for immortals to spend. I even fell into a baldness crisis. The amulet had to be changed every few months, and I had to pluck three hairs every time…
It’s not that I don’t doubt, I just don’t have the energy to doubt. There is nothing more sad than losing the initiative and never wanting to fight for it again. My destiny is either a god or a devil. Those of you who kneel on the ground and ask the gods and ask for medicine have long gone crazy.
Yes, you can’t guess wrong. My pain did not get any relief at all. A few months later, I was still panicking, crying, afraid of death, and wanting to die, until I fell into the snow and lost consciousness, rushed to the hospital, and then transferred to the psychiatric department. The medical record wrote-depression and anxiety.
My mother is still anxiously asking for help from Daxian, but the immortal home is nowhere. She said that I will not fully recover in three years, and suggested that I go to hospital, go to Beijing, and stay in a psychiatric hospital.
4
I stayed in a semi-open ward for nearly two months, but the doctor confirmed that I was in a stable condition and released it. During the period, I got together with my patients, played a lot of famous in the psychiatric hospital, painted, kneaded clay, wrote things, and made good friends such as carbonated dogs in the hospital……
“You are yourself, I trust you.” During the diagnosis and treatment, my psychological counselor said, “Your mother seems to believe that you are possessed and attacked by evil, and is unwilling Believe you are you?”
It seems to be the case.
Patients in the same ward said that her mother was more outrageous than her mother. As a married woman, she was calculated by the master hired by the family because of her illness, and she needed to fight with him to resolve it. Her mother couldn’t help encouraging her patients once, “What can be solved by sleeping, why do you take so many medicines?”
“Sometimes, I really feel that I am hospitalized here, not because they think I am not a normal person, but I am the only normal person among them, right, Xiao Lu.”
5
The third year that the fairy family said was this year. I watched graduation from college, and said goodbye to my family, and came to the South. This sentence sounds like an endorsement to others.
Yes, I can also point to the saplings by throwing them in the ground and say that they will grow out in three years, but the jujube tree is still an apple tree, which is not easy to say. In my fortune-telling career for more than ten years, I have accepted too much causal logic. It seems that in that logic, as long as there is cause and effect, regardless of whether it is appropriate, appropriate, and appropriate, it is established on my body. of.
Source: “Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring”
It is said in the book “Calling the Soul” that the farm was plagued by locusts. They made a locust lady out, praying for the good weather, and finally got pesticides, and the locust lady retired.
It is not unreasonable to place beliefs on things that are tall and majestic in the face of a huge failure that there is no way to go and there is no way to admit. I do not knowI know when my mother’s locust empress can retire, I only know that throughout the long adolescence, she and I communicated again and again with her a great opportunity to solve the problem, due to the existence of the “locust empress”, I could never catch it.
What separates us is not whether I am a foreigner or a murderer, but a more twisted curse called love.
This article is from WeChat official account:Jumping Sea Courtyard (ID: meerjump) , author: Admin Office gonegirl