I want to write down my experience before I forget, because it won't be long before I go crazy.

My name is Song Hao, born in 1986, in a small mountain village called Song Wan, although my hometown is a rolling mountain range, the mountain is divided into many mountains by geological faults. The terrain is steep and covered with trees, called mountains; The terrain rises gently, which is called a mountain ridge or a mountain chong, and the terrain is flat and suitable for building houses, which is mostly called a bay. And because the local people like to live together in a family style, they all have surnames. Song Bay, as the name suggests, is a village with the surname Song.

When I was born, there were no visions in the sky, and the eight characters were very ordinary. My parents were ordinary farmers, but by chance, I became a Taoist priest.

I remember the first time I saw Taoist priests when I was 8 years old, in 1994. At that time, my uncle had just graduated from high school and had not been admitted to university, so he asked his family to pay for the opening of a video hall in the town to show pirated Hong Kong movies at night. Because ghost movies were popular at that time, some people argued with my uncle about whether there were ghosts in this world. As a high school student at that time, he was naturally an atheist, so he didn't believe in ghosts at all. It happens to coincide with the third day of the third month of the lunar calendar, and it is said that as long as you wear shabby clothes, straw sandals and candles on your head, you can meet ghosts when you go to the mountains at night. (Because we used to be buried in the ground, and they were all buried in feng shui ground, most of the graves were buried in the mountains).

The uncle made a bet with someone else that on the night of March 3, he would go for a walk in the mountains, and if he was safe, someone else would have to help him sell him 100 tickets to the video hall, and if he did, that person would be able to watch a movie for 100 days for free.

On the afternoon of March 3, Uncle Xiao came to Song Bay with several young people in the town, and the reason why he chose the mountain on this side of Song Bay was because Uncle was familiar with it and would not get lost in the mountains at night. I remember it very well because they brought a lot of snacks and knick-knacks. At first, my grandmother didn't know about it, thinking that she was just taking her friends home to play, and she didn't see them go back in the afternoon, and they all had flashlights, so she urged that today was March 3, and the ghosts were going to come out at night, and they had to come home before dark.

Because the uncle's video hall was opened overnight, and he often slept in the town, grandma estimated that they all went back to the town, thinking that the matter was over, and she didn't want to knock on the door at more than eleven o'clock in the evening. The young man told his grandmother that they had not actually returned to town in the afternoon, but had turned back when it was dark.

At seven o'clock in the evening, after it was dark, the uncle changed into shabby clothes, with broken straw shoes and candles on his head, and the gamblers were afraid that the uncle would cheat, so he specially helped him wipe his eyes with willow leaves, so that he could see the ghost. In order to prevent the candle from going out, they also made a lampshade out of an open glass. In this way, the uncle carried a flashlight and went up to the east mountain.

A few of them stood at the bottom of the mountain, watching the candlelight follow the uncle through the mountains, because the trees were shading, sometimes hidden and sometimes dark, but after half an hour, they couldn't see the candlelight at all, and they began to think that the candle was extinguished, or blocked by trees, but after waiting for a long time, they still couldn't see the light, and they didn't see the uncle playing the flashlight, at this time they were a little anxious, after all, they couldn't make a gamble for a young and vigorous person, and they killed their lives.

So a few of them shouted the uncle's name to the mountain, but they didn't hear the answer, the flashlight sent a signal to the mountain, and they didn't see the answer, at this time everyone panicked, afraid that something really happened, and they were from the town, and they were not familiar with the mountains here, so they thought of coming to find grandma, find a few people who are familiar with the mountain, and go to find the uncle together.

When my grandmother heard this, she was so angry that she scolded and called out to my uncle and my father, and asked me to go to the bay and call a few young people to go to the mountains to find my uncle together.

It was almost dawn that the uncle was found in a dark valley in the mountains, his clothes had been hung in tatters by the branches, lying on the edge of the ditch drinking water, his stomach was bulging, and he was still lying there drinking non-stop. shouted that he didn't agree, and he couldn't pull it, a brute force.

Several people worked together to bring the uncle back.

Grandma looked at the uncle, her eyes were glazed, her eyes were wide open, full of bloodshots, the corners of her mouth were full of black silt, and she kept chirping, most of them were evil. So I asked my uncle to take two people to Taoist Bay to invite Taoist Chen, who was later my master.

Taoist Bay is on the mountainside about ten miles away from our Song Bay, with its back against the cliff, because there have always been Taoist priests there before, so it is called Taoist Bay.

At 8 o'clock, Taoist priest Chen came, our Taoist priests over there are not like the TV show, they wear Taoist clothes every day, they usually just leggings, they are actually dressed like ordinary people, they usually grow crops and get married. It's only when there is fasting that I change to the Taoist priest's set.

Daoist Chen was a thin old man, he was in his fifties at that time, and he was wearing old-fashioned black clothes. After he came to Song Wan, he invited him to sit in the house, poured a cup of hot tea, and his grandmother told him about it, and Daoist Chen nodded, the meaning was clear. After that, let the uncle take him to the rice field in front of the door (the rice field, a house in the mountains, usually a flat field will be made in front of the door, similar to a yard without walls, because it is used as a place to dry rice in autumn, so it is called a rice field).

In the center of the rice field, a bamboo mat was placed and spread on the ground, and Daoist Chen asked a few people to escort the uncle to the mat and stand, and asked the kitchen to boil a few eggs.

After that, he picked a big rooster from the chicken coop next to my house, bled it with a knife, and followed it with a bowl. The chicken began to toss a few times, and when most of the bowl of blood was filled, it stopped moving, so Daoist Chen put the chicken aside, took the hard-boiled eggs, and peeled them into the blood.

Then he took the bowl, walked to the uncle, recited a few words of mantra in his mouth, and then at the center of the uncle's eyebrows, stained with chicken blood and dotted a mole, the uncle began to struggle, after the mole was lit, he stood like a wooden chicken, Chen Daoist told the people next to him to let go of their hands, and then along the mat, drew most of the circle with chicken blood, the circle was not closed, and the opening was facing the direction of the east mountain. Then I asked my father to open my uncle's mouth and stuff the bloody egg into my uncle's mouth.

The eggs soaked in chicken blood were red, and they looked a little disgusting, but the uncle was like a zombie, he liked to eat it very much, and his mouth chewed the eggs quickly, and after a while, he suddenly seemed to wake up, knelt on the ground, and vomited in the direction of the chicken blood circle.

Not only did they spit out all the eggs, but the mud-soaked water made it smell.

After vomiting for a long time, as if he was about to vomit out bile, the uncle was completely sober, looking at everyone suspiciously, but Daoist Chen didn't let him go, let a few young people hold him down again, and poured well water into the uncle's mouth, and then spit it out.

After going back and forth like this a few times, the uncle had already been tossed and couldn't do it, and Daoist Chen saw that all he vomited was well water, and it was almost the same, so he asked people to move a few chairs, put them together, and let the uncle lie on them to bask in the sun.

When he finished eating, Daoist Chen explained that the uncle had met a ghost, and the ghost was not bad in nature, but he just wanted to tease the uncle, and if he met a ghost, it was estimated that the small ditch would drown the uncle.

When Daoist Chen left, he asked the family to stew the rooster and make up for the uncle. Because they were all acquaintances, they confiscated a penny and left, just telling the uncle and the young people in the town to stop doing stupid things, some things would rather be believed than trusted.

Later, the family asked the uncle if he remembered the events on the mountain, and the uncle couldn't remember anything, but he felt thirsty.

That time allowed me to see the magic of Taoist priesthood, and then an incident happened that prompted me to become a Taoist priest.

In 1999, when I was thirteen years old, I was in my third year of junior high school, and I went to school in the countryside, but there were few schools, and the students in the surrounding places were all in the same middle school. From the direction of our Songwan to the school, over two mountains, there is a village called Zhaowan, Zhaowan has declined, the whole village is only a few families, and they still live scattered, where lives one of my classmates, Zhao Xiaoxue.

Zhao Xiaoxue His father Zhao Jie is a tea seller, making a living by selling tea, at that time, those who were able to get out of the land were all people with some ability, his father made a lot of money, but he only had two daughters under his knees, Zhao Xiaoxue and Zhao Xiaoyu, but unfortunately there was no son. The countryside is patriarchal, although there is money, but without a son, he will not be able to raise his head in the family, so his father simply built a house on the side of the road where we went to school, a little further away from the family, and listened to people's gossip.

Zhao Jie loves children very much, is willing to spend money on children, and dresses up the two children beautifully. When I was in elementary school, I was in the same class as Zhao Xiaoxue, Zhao Xiaoxue was already fair-skinned, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a pair of eyes were extremely clear. She is also dressed beautifully, and she has been the goddess of the children around us since she was a child. In the past, my biggest dream was to marry Zhao Xiaoxue.

It's a pity that when Zhao Xiaoxue first entered junior high school, she had an illness, her throat burned out, and she became mute ever since.

At this point, my dream was shattered, because I didn't want to marry a mute daughter-in-law.

At that time, I was not sensible, because I was in a class, and I was on the same road after school, so I often teased Zhao Xiaoxue, and now that I think about it, I still feel a little sad for her.

Although Zhao Xiaoxue is mute, she can still hear, her brain is still very smart, and she often takes the first place in the class. At that time, I was carrying a schoolbag left by my eldest brother, with the army-green bag (the kind of bag that Lei Feng carried on TV) with the kind of belt that served the people. In our rural areas, this is called a cattle rope, which means that we are all calves and have to go to school every day to herd cattle. At that time, I had two fights with people for three days, and after the fight, I had to go to my cattle herding rope.

I remember when I was about to take the high school entrance examination, one day at noon, when I passed by the pond of the school, I saw an exam paper floating on the pond, and some classmates fished it over, and saw that my name was written on it, and there was a red pen with 28 points, and a group of people coaxed and humiliated me.

After school in the afternoon, I went to the man who fished out my test papers, and when I ran into the road, I threw the cattle rope and got into a scuffle with him. But there were many people of the same age on their side, and I was the only one in our bay, and several people beat me up, and I couldn't beat me at all, and they threw me into the terraces, and then they jumped away together.

I wept up from the field, covered in dirt, and returned to the road looking for my cattle herding rope. The schoolbag was also hidden in the grass by the group of children, and it took a long time to find it, I wiped my tears while carrying the schoolbag, ready to go home, but I saw a green thing next to it, I looked closely, it turned out to be ten yuan, tied together with a rubber band and a piece of paper. It should be who was left on the road and blown into this haystack by the wind.

I hurriedly picked it up, at that time ten yuan was a lot of pocket money, I stuffed the money into my pocket, wiped my tears, and spread out the paper, but it was a small person cut of paper, and the key paper was still the kind of yellow temple paper burned to the dead. I was idle and wanted to throw it away, but I happened to see the Zhao sisters coming over after school.

At that time, my sister Zhao Xiaoyu was three years younger than my sister and was still in elementary school. Because of the grievances and hatred in various schools, I often got into fights with people and came back late, so I often ran into them. I just thought of her sneering at noon. I was beaten again just now, and now I just found a place to vent my anger.

I stopped on the road, reached out to touch Xiaoxue's little face, and said, "Oh, Xiaoxue is going home." Xiaoxue glanced at me, blocked my hand, and I sneered: "You have the ability to scold me." Xiao Xue stared at me angrily, pushed me away, and led my sister over, I took the opportunity to stuff the yellow temple paper into Xiao Xue's pocket. Laughing as he watched the two sisters leave.

Soon after, the high school entrance examination was about to be taken, but Zhao Xiaoxue suddenly fell ill.