01: Destiny is thin and summons

In rural areas, the older generation believes that people have souls, and that the soul will leave the body when frightened or impacted, and they call this phenomenon soul loss.

He also said that if a person's soul is lost, he will be weak all over his body, he will be restless in sleep, and injections and medicines will not work.

The first time I lost my soul was when I was 10 years old.

I don't know what's going on in the evening, my whole body is weak, I have no appetite, my whole body is unspeakably uncomfortable, and at nine o'clock I vomit and pull, my mother took me to the small clinic in the village for injections, and when I went home, I slept half asleep and half awake, and my body was like a big stone pressing, cold and uncomfortable.

The next morning, my mother took me to the city for a check-up, and I was so uncomfortable that my whole body was weak and trembling, but the doctor said that he didn't know why I was like this, and he would continue to observe and test.

In the afternoon, seeing that I was still not feeling well after taking injections and medicines, my mother suddenly picked me up and hurried home to call my grandmother to the old house.

Grandma is a grandmother, also known as the goddess, engaged in asking God to tell fortunes and other things, more quiet, has been living in the old house.

When my grandmother came in and saw me, she said, "Baby, I'm afraid you've lost your soul." ”

This was the first time I had heard of soul loss, so I asked my grandmother what soul loss was, and she said, "People have souls, and when a soul leaves the body, it is called soul loss." ”

Then I heard my grandmother say to my mother, "I'm going to erect a kitchen knife for the baby." ”

My mother went to the kitchen to bring the old kitchen knife, and my grandmother asked me to take three breaths at the old kitchen knife, and then she turned the kitchen knife around my head three times, raised her hand, and threw the old kitchen knife out very casually.

With a ding, the old kitchen knife fell on the concrete floor, but it did not fall, as if there was an invisible hand holding it, the tip of the knife was facing down, and it stood firmly on the ground.

My kitchen knife is the kind of half-fan-shaped old kitchen knife, which has been worn for many years, and the head of the knife is a fan-shaped tip, I think it is difficult to stand even if I hold it with my hands, but the fact is that the old kitchen knife is now standing on the ground, or my grandmother threw it away, if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I really can't believe it.

Seeing the old kitchen knife standing on the ground and not moving, my mother said in surprise: "The kitchen knife is so stable, it's really a shame, no wonder it doesn't work to take injections and medicines." ”

Grandma suddenly turned her head to me and asked, "Ziwu, were you scared by that yesterday?" ”

Hearing this, I remembered the reason, I was almost bitten by a big black dog yesterday, and since then, the whole person has not been able to lift his spirits, and he feels very uncomfortable, but he can't tell what exactly is uncomfortable.

Knowing that I had indeed been frightened, my grandmother told my mother that she was going to call me a soul and let me prepare incense and yellow paper.

During this period, I asked my grandmother why the kitchen knife could stand still, and she said that the vertical kitchen knife is a craft handed down from the ancestors, and with a certain formula, you can judge whether a person has lost his soul or has been entangled by something.

My mother brought incense and yellow paper, and my grandmother took me to the gate of the yard, lit the incense, and then called around my head three times, muttered a few words, and shouted: "Meridian, come back quickly, grandma and your mother miss you." ”

It was cold all around, and a cold wind blew from time to time.

Grandma's voice was very long, and it was still said word by word, but it sounded like she was singing. After shouting nine times, my grandmother asked my mother to prepare a dirt egg, a brazier and straw paper, and asked me to roll the eggs.

I asked what I was doing with the eggs, and my grandmother said that I had lost my soul and shouted back.

After bringing the eggs, my grandmother asked me to sigh three times at each end of the eggs, poke my middle fingers, feel some blood on the eggs, and then roll the eggs three times on top of my head, and then put the eggs in the brazier to burn.

In the middle, my grandmother would recite two mantras from time to time, and when the fire was extinguished, she would take out the blackened egg and peel it off, and then let me take three breaths at the egg and break it open.

When I broke the egg, I was so frightened that I threw it on the ground, because there was a black hole in the yolk, the size of a little finger, and there was some black liquid in it, which gave off a foul smell.

The egg white was intact, but there was thick black pus on the yolk, and I was about to ask what was going on, but my mother said that the eggs that the chickens had just laid this morning, and that they would be widows.

Grandma said very seriously that it was not a widow, it was my soul that ran away, and I didn't recruit it back just now.

At that time, I was still young, and I cried when I heard that my soul had run away, and my grandmother hugged me and said that there was no need to rush, it was not a big deal, and then she whispered to my mother.

Then my mother brought flour, and my grandmother started to mix the flour, and I asked her what she was going to do, and she said to splash water and rice for me.

Soon, my grandmother took out a mouse, a small snake, and a chicken out of the noodles, put them on a plate for me to carry, and took the food mixed with water and paper money and yellow paper and went out.

My mother didn't come with me this time, so my grandmother took me to the stone bridge at the entrance of the village, told me to put my plate on the ground, and then knelt with my head facing the bridge. She burned paper next to her, and splattered the water-mixed rice on the ground.

Because there is a moon, the sky is not very dark, the cold wind blows slightly, after the water and rice are splashed, my grandmother lit three sticks of incense, let me hold it and face the four directions, bow three times in each direction, and she recited the mantra in her mouth during the whole process.

After the four sides of the bow, my grandmother asked me to kneel down towards the other end of the bridge, put the incense on the three small animals that were pinched in the face, and breathed three breaths at the incense.

As soon as I finished breathing, I felt that the cold wind around me suddenly stopped, and the surroundings suddenly became very quiet, and I was about to ask my grandmother what else to do, when I saw the fragrant sparks in front of me light up at once, then darkened, and then lit up again.

Seeing the incense flickering, I thought it was me exhaling and blowing, and subconsciously held my breath, but the incense was still flickering, I thought that it was estimated that there was wind blowing, but after feeling it carefully, I found that the bridge was surprisingly quiet at this time, and there was no wind at all.

I was frightened, and whispered to my grandmother, but she said that she didn't care, took out the paper money and circled around my head, muttering and muttering. Then with a wave of his hand, the paper money flew out with a bang, and all of it landed on the bridge.

At first, I didn't pay attention to it, but as all the paper money fell, I noticed that the paper money that fell to the ground was not scattered everywhere, but concentrated directly opposite me, forming a straight line leading to the other end of the bridge.

"Ziwu, I'm back, grandma misses you, come back soon, it's cold outside, come and grandma will make you something to eat."

Grandma's crying voice suddenly sang, so frightened that I almost cried, and when I snorted, the wind blew across the bridge, and the paper money on the bridge was rolled up one by one towards my kneeling position, giving me the feeling that something invisible was stepping on the paper money towards me.

When the paper money roll came to me, I thought it would be windy, but I didn't feel anything.

Grandma stopped shouting, squatted down and continued to burn yellow paper.

After a while, I suddenly felt an indescribable sourness in my eyes, and my spirit was a little drowsy, like I hadn't slept for a long time and wanted to sleep well.

In a daze, I vaguely saw a man in red suddenly appear on the other side of the bridge, and I wanted to take a closer look, but I couldn't open my eyes.

When I woke up again, it was already the next morning, and after eating two bowls of soy sauce bibimbap, I was refreshed.

Thinking that I didn't get better after taking medicine and injections, my grandmother helped me get better like this, and I asked my mother why this happened. She said that the soul is gone, whether it is an adult or a child, it is useless to take medicine and injections when the soul is gone, and only by calling the soul back, will it return to normal.

Thinking of the red shadow that appeared at the end of the bridge, I couldn't help but ask my mother if the red shadow was a ghost, and my mother said unhappily: "What the hell is not a ghost, children don't talk nonsense." ”

I was about to quibble that I didn't talk nonsense, but I really saw a red shadow on the other side of the bridge, and my mother hurried out, and I chased her out, and saw her walking in the direction of the old house, as if she was looking for grandma.

At noon, my grandmother came to find me and gave me a small cloth bag, saying that I was born prematurely and had a thin life, and it was not easy to be frightened if I didn't lose my soul this time, but this soul was lost, and it was considered to have a beginning, and it was easy to lose my soul if I was frightened or hit in the future.

Before returning to the old house, my grandmother reminded me that I should not take off the cloth bag no matter what I did, otherwise I would lose my soul.

In rural areas, the older generation often says that people with weak lives are more susceptible. Maybe it's in response to my grandmother's sentence that my life is thin, and it will be easy to lose my soul if I have a beginning.

Later, when I went swimming in a small river, I took off the cloth bag for fear of getting wet. I knew that my whole body was weak that night, I wanted to sleep but couldn't sleep, and when I fell asleep, my body seemed to be under some pressure, and then I wanted to vomit when I ate and drank water, and I had diarrhea, and it was completely useless to take medicine.

When my mother learned that I had taken the bag off, she took me to my grandmother.

It's still the same as last time, at first it was a vertical kitchen knife, and the kitchen knife was thrown out and the tip of the knife was pointed down, and the whole yolk was black when the egg was rolled, and finally my grandmother took me to the village entrance bridge to summon spirits.

Towards the end of the conjuring, I saw a vague red shadow suddenly appear on the other side of the bridge, this time I stared carefully, and found that there was really a woman in red clothes standing on the other side of the bridge, so I told my grandmother that there was something on the other side of the bridge, but my grandmother said, "You are dazzled, what is there, go, go home." ”

On the way home, I always felt like I was following someone behind me, and I was about to turn my head to look, but my grandmother pulled me violently and said angrily: "Walking at night without looking back, didn't I teach you a long time ago?" Where did the sound go? ”

I didn't dare to turn my head when I was yelled at by my grandmother, and it wasn't until I got home that the feeling of someone following me disappeared.

The soul was lost, and it was comfortable to bring it back, and the next morning at dinner, I mentioned to my mother that I saw a woman in red again, and she said very calmly that I was dazzled, which made me wonder if it was really dazzling. Since it was dazzling, why did a woman in red appear in both conjurings?

I thought that it would be fine if the soul was summoned back, but at night something happened again.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I felt like there was a person standing in the room, staring at me, turning on the light and there was nothing, then I knew that this feeling appeared again on the second night, and it was still there on the third night, I cried and told my mother that there was something in the room, and when I closed my eyes, I felt like it was staring at me.

I thought my mother would say that I felt wrong, but I knew that after hearing this, I hurriedly brought my grandmother over.

As soon as my grandmother entered the room, she stared at the empty back window, as if there was someone standing outside, and I felt a chill in my back when I was standing next to me, and it felt like there was really a person standing outside.

After that, my grandmother snorted as if she was having trouble with someone, took out yellow paper and incense and lit them by the back window, then pasted yellow charms on the bedside and window, and finally changed a cloth bag for me.

Oddly enough, after all of this, I didn't feel anyone staring at me when I went to sleep.

The two times I lost my soul, my grandmother made me return to normal, which made me not question my grandmother's ability at all, and I always wore the cloth bag she gave me.

I thought I would always be safe with a cloth bag, but when I was eighteen, I lost my soul again.

And this time I lost my soul a little inexplicably, because I didn't take off the cloth bag given by my grandmother.