My name is Gai Dong, born in 1986, from the day I was born to the first word of this book, a total of thirty-two and a half years, for me, to live so long is already a great achievement, because according to my innate destiny, this life will not exceed five years.

If it weren't for it, no one would have extended my life when I was four years old, and I wouldn't have met Master when I was six years old.

It is said that since Lao Tzu wrote the "Tao Te Ching", it has been more than 2,500 years, I am the only one who has this special life, as for how many of these statements are true or false, but there is no evidence to test.

It is also rumored that anyone who lands on the ground will either die at the age of five, or he will be created by heaven and transcend the cycle of yin and yang.

It's true that I didn't die early when I was five years old, but I don't dare to say that I had any natural creation, anyway, I think that up to now, I am not much different from most people in this world, I have to eat, I have to earn money to support my family, and occasionally I have some headaches and brain fever and other minor diseases.

If you really want to talk about the difference, I think the biggest difference is probably the life experience of the past 30 years.

In the eyes of some people, I am a warlock who walks all over the world, others think that I am a hermit living in the market, and some people even think that I am a worldly master. But in my own eyes, I am a craftsman, relying on my craft to drive away evil and eliminate evil, relying on my craft to renew my life, relying on my craft to support myself, that's all.

Over the years, I have traveled all over the deep mountains and secret places in China, and I have also traveled all over the Yinchuan ghost land abroad, I don't remember how many times I have been in the ghost gate, let alone how many evil ghosts I have suppressed, how many evil gods I have killed, and when I am in danger every day, I always look forward to one day to end such days, but when I am suddenly idle, I will become at a loss.

I suddenly became idle at the end of 2017, and after a period of boredom, I was really idle, so I had a plan to write this book, but I started writing several times, but I didn't know where to start.

It wasn't until New Year's Day 2019 that I turned on my computer again and opened this old document that had been sitting on my desktop for more than a year.

I still have to start with the summer disaster in 1986.

It was the middle of June of the lunar calendar in 1986, and it had just entered the dog days, and the heat wave poured into the depths of the loess slope with a splitting momentum.

It is said that it is normal to be hot in such a season, but the heat of that year was quite evil.

My grandfather said that he had lived on the loess slope for most of his life, and he was used to seeing strange things in the deep ravines, but every time he recalled the summer of that year, his heart was still tense.

On the night when the heat wave first entered the village, the Bazi River in the west of the village ran out of water overnight, and the river had not been interrupted for more than 200 years, but that night, even the water and mud disappeared cleanly, just like someone put a fierce fire in the river, which not only steamed the river water, but also baked the whole river into a dry soil ditch where only the loess was seen but not the wet mud.

As soon as the Bazi River dried up, the village lost its last barrier against the heat wave, and suddenly became a furnace.

According to my grandfather's recollection, during that time, even the heat was held in the cool field under the eaves, and people hid in it, not only did they not feel the slightest cold, but their throats also seemed to be stuck, and it was difficult to change their breath. At the hottest time, the boundary monument at the entrance of the village could not bear the heat, and a half-finger-wide opening opened.

When the body is wrapped in clothes, the heat penetrates into the pores of the person along the gap between the clothes, and then rushes into the internal organs along the pores, making the breath exhaled by the person dry. But if you are naked, you feel like your whole body is crawling with hot red ants, which hurts and itches.

It was only in the evening that things got a little better, but not for long, and the next day before dawn the evil heat returned.

With such a tossing method, the gods can't stand it, let alone people? So someone suggested that everyone move out of the village together, take shelter outside the loess slope, and wait until the dog has passed, and then move back.

Whenever someone said this, my grandfather just frowned vigorously, but he didn't say a word. He is the most senior person in the village, as long as he doesn't take a stand, others naturally don't want to say anything more.

In fact, my grandfather knew better than anyone what the evil heat of that year was coming from, and he wanted to go, but he couldn't, and once the whole village left the village, it would be a big mess.

There's no way, since you can't go, you can only continue to boil.

This boiled up for a whole month, until the middle of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, and there was a death in the village - the Han Wazi who lived in the west of the village died.

I don't know exactly what this little boy is called, because every time my grandfather mentions him, he only mentions such a nickname, and never says his real name, which seems to be out of some unknown taboo.

Han Wazi's home happened to be next to the Bazi River, and his body was also found in the river, and when the villagers found him, a thick layer of frost formed on the top of his head, and his whole body was curled up together, as if he was holding something.

Several bold men worked together to break Han Wazi's hands and feet, only to find that the thing he was holding in his arms was a cold river bottom stone, and there was a layer of ice crystals on the stone surface, and on such a hot day, whether it was the frost on Han Wazi's head or the ice crystals on the stone, there was no sign of melting.

Han Wazi's torso was forcibly broken, and the face buried in his chest before was also exposed, only to see his eyebrows raised, but the corners of his eyes were bent downward, as if he was smiling, but the corners of his mouth were also grinning downward, and people would only grin like this when they cried bitterly.

Seeing Han Wazi's face that seemed to be smiling and crying, half yin and not yang, everyone present subconsciously took a few steps back, only my grandfather came over with a dry cigarette, he opened Han Wazi's mouth and looked at it carefully, and then raised his head sullenly, and said to himself: "The daughter-in-law of the second family...... This is going to be born. ”

At that time, not many people heard this sentence, but my uncle was the closest, and he could hear every word clearly, he did not dare to delay for a moment, and quickly ran home to tie three straw men, and took advantage of the fact that the sky was not yet bright, pulled the straw men to the boundary monument at the entrance of the village, and burned them clean.

By the time the straw man was engulfed in flames, it had already begun to lighten, and less than half an hour later, before it could be fully cleared, I was born.

It's strange to say, as soon as Han Wazi died like this, as soon as I landed like this, the heat that had been making trouble for more than a month disappeared, and even the Bazi River that had been cut off was back in water, but the previous Bazi River was a small Qing River, and now the Bazi River is flowing with yellow soup mixed with sediment.

If it was in the past, if a child was born, the people in the village would definitely come to congratulate me, and by the way, they would ask for two red eggs, but my grandfather didn't give them this opportunity, and the next day he carried me to Tsukayama.

As early as the morning after the Bazi River dried up, my grandfather took my uncle, third uncle, and fourth uncle to build a wooden bridge over the dry river and plant a locust sapling on the mound mountain on the other side of the river. A few days before I was born, they built a hut on the shady side of Tsukayama.

This mound is where I lived when I was a child.

I don't really know what the early thatched hut looked like, because for as long as I can remember, what my grandfather called it became a two-bedroom stone house with a fenced yard outside. When I first saw the Bazi River, the wooden bridge over the river had long since been replaced with a stone bridge.

Before I saw the Bazi River, I had been living on the shady side of the mountain, and I didn't know what the other side of the mountain looked like, only that the soil on the mound mountain could not be dug up casually, and that the chickens raised in the village never dared to come to this mountain to forage for food.

At that time, I didn't even know who my parents were, only my grandfather and I lived together, and the uncles in the family came to see us every two months, among which the second uncle and Aunt Yun loved me the most, and every time Aunt Yun came, she always picked me up and didn't want to let go for a long time.

However, the second uncle and Aunt Yun came to see me in Tsukayama, and it was also after I was four years old, before that, every time the uncle came alone to bring us food, and other uncles and aunts did not come to the mountain.

The reason why the uncle was only allowed to come alone was because he had an advantage, he had a strict mouth, and he never walked his mouth when his grandfather didn't let him speak.

Before the age of four, my physique is extremely poor, and my intelligence seems to be much lower than that of my peers, a normal child has a height of about seventy or eighty centimeters at the age of one year, but I have not reached this height at the age of three and a half, and a normal child can say simple words at the age of more than a year, but I am still stupid at the age of three and a half, I can't say a word, I only know how to laugh.

At that time, when my uncle went to Tsukayama to deliver dry food to my grandfather and me, he often couldn't help muttering: "This child, don't be a fool." ”

Every time I heard him say this, my grandfather was angry: "It's all over there!" Don't look at our Dongzi can't speak, he understands it in his heart. I don't believe you look at his eyes, how energetic, if he is a fool, how can his eyes be so bright? ”

After the old man, he had to add: "Don't tell the second child about Dongzi!" ”