It was very boring at the beginning of learning the Tao, when I was still young, and the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school was always in the mountains. Eating and living with Master, you can live and settle down, but can you adapt to the eating habits of three meals a day, except for green vegetables and tofu, or long and short beans, pumpkins, cucumbers, and winter melons, and no meat at all?

At the beginning, I was also confused and thought about giving up, but friends who learned this line of work should know that it may be different from the method taught to me by the master, but it should be similar. Those Taoist spells are even more difficult to understand than the ancient texts. And I don't know a lot of words. One summer vacation, I even went through a Xinhua dictionary, and there are hundreds of ways to draw charms, with spells, and I need to know how to use them. And it's not in the vernacular.

At that time, it was very, very tormenting for me when I was young, there were no classmates on the mountain, no people of the same age, no Xiaofang, just a few tourists occasionally came up to watch the sunrise, and teased me who was kind and shy, and that was my only opportunity to contact with the living.

On the top is basically memorization, when you are tired of memorizing, you will copy, when you are tired, you will practice drawing charms, and when you are tired of drawing, you will go to the lobby to meditate and listen to the old grandfather chanting the scriptures. The point is that every time Master goes out to work, he doesn't take me there. I hadn't even seen a spirit at the time, and I had always wondered if there really was

When Master went out for the third time just a week after that summer vacation, I asked Master, "Why didn't you take me there, and did what I learned really work?" Master said to me, "If your mind is not at peace and you have doubts, then what you have learned is useless.

I didn't seem to understand at the time, and I never took the initiative to ask Master again, and whenever my mood began to fluctuate, I would go to the lobby to meditate and learn the old man's tone to recite the scriptures. It really calms the mind。。。。。。

From the summer vacation of the second year of junior high school to the end of the third year of junior high school. Only two days a month are home to play with friends, and the rest of the weekends are spent in the mountains memorizing and copying. One afternoon a few days before the end of the summer vacation in the third year of junior high school, when I was going to go to the county seat to study in high school, Master told me that he would work with me tomorrow afternoon.

I don't know why, when I heard this sentence, the corners of my eyes instantly moistened, and tears fell down like beads with broken threads. It wasn't grievance, it wasn't excitement, it wasn't fear, it wasn't sadness. That's a kind of gratitude, grateful for Master's affirmation of me, grateful for my own perseverance, I don't know if that's a kind of unproductive performance.

Master patted me on the head and said, don't look at it today, let's go down the mountain to find your grandfather to have a good meal. I burst into tears and laughed again, and pulled up the master and ran down the mountain.

The first time I worked with Master. I was very excited and uneasy, and more curious. After learning so much and memorizing so much, I finally have to see how to use it.

Master said to me, the first time you come out with me, you just look at it, don't do anything on your own, what you are learning now is just scratching the surface, don't mess around, you can do whatever I say.

I nodded violently, not daring to say anything, for fear that the master would regret not taking me there, after all, I only saw the spirit god in the book, so I was still very, very looking forward to it.

The victim's surname is Ning, from Soho Township, in his fifties. He's an honest farmer. Be honest and do your duty. Relying on one acre and three points of land and his hard-working hands, he has cultivated two college student sons in the nineties. The two sons are also very filial and made money after graduation, and wanted to take the old couple to live in the city, but the living habits developed over the years could not be adapted to the city.

The people in the village have a good face, no matter how many people are small, how big they can build, and how big they can build, and they don't care if they don't use it, it seems that the more rooms the more magnificent, the two brothers have a little money, just like building a bigger house after the New Year's holidays, everyone drags their families back with their mouths and has a place to live, but they can't find a suitable homestead, and their homestead is too small.

It was a merger of two homesteads, but there was a very small grave bag in the middle, probably so old that even the monument had fallen, and if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't know that it was a grave bag with a dead life buried in it.

Strangely, when digging the corner of the wall, the grave bag was also avoided by coincidence, and no one found that there was a person buried, but the ground was leveled and the foundation was added. There was no accident during the construction, but after the new house was built and fired, the first night the old couple moved in, and all kinds of strange movements began to appear on the side.

The following is Uncle Ning's dictation, I don't remember it very clearly for a long time, but that's probably what it means, and it's definitely not an exaggeration.

The first is that the light pack in the house at home broke for no reason. Then they changed one and broke it in a few seconds, and changed three in a row, all of which were broken without exception, and Uncle Ning didn't care, thinking that it might be caused by voltage problems.

I didn't change it that night, and then I went to my room to sleep. Mosquito nets are used in rural areas, and my uncle's family is no exception. After the two of them went to bed, they turned off the lights and were about to go to bed, when they immediately heard the sound of "shivering", like the kind of sound that needs to take a big breath to relieve the spicy sensation after eating too many chili peppers.

Uncle Ning didn't pay attention at first, thinking that the wind was blowing something, but the sound became more and more real. Not like the wind at all

Then he thought it was a rat biting something, so he planned to lift the mosquito net, to hear where the sound was, because the moonlight was very strong at night, so he did not plan to turn on the light, when he put his hand on the edge of the mosquito net, he suddenly jumped, because the moonlight projected outside the window was brighter. So he could clearly see through the mosquito net that there was a rickety figure in the corner of the wall 2 meters away, with his hair draped and wearing a long shirt.

is looking up at the moonlight. Slowly shaking his head, as if looking for something, Uncle Ning began to think that he was dazzled, and suddenly lifted the mosquito net, and then the black shadow seemed to have discovered him, and stared at Uncle Ning suddenly, his pale face turned blue under the moonlight, and stared at Uncle Ning resentfully, and Uncle Ning was also frightened at that time. But after all, I have lived in the countryside for decades, and I have never seen or heard of something, so I am not scared to shout.

He slammed the mosquito net back shut. Then when I plucked up the courage to look through the mosquito net, the dark shadow was gone. Uncle Ning thought that he had hallucinated from being too tired recently, and breathed a sigh of relief, then lay down and continued to sleep. It's the kind that sleeps on its side. , with her back to her wife and her face to the outside of the bed.

I don't know how long I slept, about ten minutes, I felt a cool wind blowing in from outside the mosquito net, directly hitting his face, he opened his eyes and looked, this really frightened him.

The miserable white face was next to his bed. appeared in front of his eyes, although through the mosquito net, but also saw clearly... Not only is it right in front of you, but it's blowing all the time.

At this time, Uncle Ning couldn't calm down anymore, woke up his wife and ran out. After returning to his old house, he didn't sleep at night with his eyes open, and Uncle Ning fell ill the next day. Weakness accompanied by a high fever, and when he fell asleep, he kept talking nonsense, but when he was awake, he described it very clearly, and he was obviously frightened.

Then on the third day the eldest son rushed back to the house, and at first his eldest son did not believe what Uncle Ning said, until he went to the hall to change the light bulbs, and several of them were broken, and there was no problem with the voltage, he also believed it.

Then I found my master through one of his uncles, and this was the first time Master took me to work. When Grandpa Ning and Master talked, I remember it very clearly...

Later, the master asked some other questions, and called the workers who had been digging the homestead to the door of Uncle Ning's house to ask.

I don't know exactly what to ask, because I saw a girl passing by who looked very small, so I rushed over and slapped her to say hello, but it wasn't her. Not only was that girl not attracted to me, but she also scolded her.

Is it really that after staying in the mountains for a long time, you will feel beautiful when you see a sow after coming down the mountain?

When I returned to Master, Master had already finished his questioning and came to Uncle Ning's bedside, and when he saw me coming from a distance instead of staying by his side, he also scolded me. At that time, it didn't hit my strong and shy heart, but I still asked with a hippie smile: Master, how to solve it? Here we go.

Master said, "I can't start now,

Uncle Ning said, "Can that be done?"

Master said, "Yes, I'll stay in at night.

I asked suspiciously: Why don't you just shout the soul?

Master said, I don't know any information, who are you calling? I understood it instantly. I stopped talking. Then the Master turned to me and said, "Aren't you the teacher clamoring to see the spirits?" Come in with me tonight and I'll show you the real guys.

To be honest, I was scared at the time, but I thought about it for a while and agreed. In fact, it is still out of trust in the master! The main thing is that if he says I refuse, he will probably be beaten.

I finished my dinner nervously. He was carrying Master's backpack. Walking towards the new house with the old grave bag on it, approaching the newly built house, quite magnificent, three or four stacks, the stacks are a homestead unit of measurement on our side, and four stacks are the width of three rooms. There is also a room in front and back. In addition to the stairwell, there are five rooms on each floor, a total of 15 rooms, and the exterior walls are covered with red tiles, which is very magnificent in the countryside of that era.

After entering the hall, there is a reserved god seat, and the ancestor spirit seat has not been invited in, and there is a table of eight immortals painted with red paint in front of the god seat, and there is a door frame on the right hand. There was no door, it was the stairwell that went upstairs. There were rooms on the left and right sides of the hall, and Uncle Ning slept in the bedroom on the right hand side of the hall on the first floor that night.

Since the waiting in the lobby could not be opened, at that time, Master and I were holding flashlights, and after walking around the hall, Master asked me, "How do you feel?"

I didn't expect Master to ask me this suddenly, and I didn't know how to answer it. After thinking for a while, he said: I don't feel anything.

Master said no, of course you can't feel it here. I gave Master a blank look, so what do you ask? It's just that I didn't say it, I was still young at that time.

Respect for the Master is respect in the traditional sense, and there is a big difference between the current dissolute respect for the Master in terms of expression. But respect is respect, and no matter how it is manifested, he will always be my mentor.

After the master finished answering, he prepared to go to the stairwell at the back, and then turned back to me and said, "Let's go upstairs and have a look, you follow me, don't look back." Don't look back if someone shoots you, but I thought to myself that it's just the two of us, you are in front of me, how can someone shoot me, but then I figured it out.

What the Master said about him was it.

I was also very nervous, and the master said that if I was afraid, I would recite the mantra of courage. I didn't read it, maybe it was personal heroism, but the facts proved a truth, a handsome man can't avoid ghosts.

At the corner of the half-floor, sure enough, I was patted, and the master seemed to know that my temper would not recite a mantra, and even more as if he knew that I would be patted, and after I was slapped on the back, he turned around sharply and sprinkled the incense ash mixed with cinnabar. Not only sprinkled it on the spirit god, but also sprinkled the young and lively promising young man between him and the spirit god with cinnabar ash. Fortunately, the promising young man reacted quickly and closed his big watery eyes in time. I only heard a squeak from behind, and a gust of wind carried by. Peace was restored.

Master said okay, I'll seal the stairs, and we'll sleep in Lao Ning's room tonight. I said I could not wash my face first

The master said that there is no need to wash it, it is very good-looking, like a little rabbit who sings a flower drum play. Actually, I understand what Master means, it's safer to have this thing on my face, at least in the future, if I can't get along, I can still eat with my face.

When I was still thinking about how to talk back, Master had already walked around me, and I was startled and quickly followed Master down into the bedroom where the moonlight could shine.

The Master lay down in the position where Uncle Ning was lying in front of him, and then he said to me, you lie down next to you, you don't care what happens, and don't look into the eyes of the Spirit God when you see it.

I said oh, and then we turned off the flashlight. The inside of the room became dim in an instant, and when the eyes got used to it for a while, through the moonlight, they could also get a general view of the furnishings in the room. That hazy feeling is really like the scene in the previous Hong Kong zombie films.

After waiting for I don't know how long, Master got up, and I hurriedly got up. Master said I went to the toilet, and you followed? I said I go to the toilet too. Master said you can go back when I come back, there is only one toilet outside the first floor. I was scared at the time, it was like Master and I were trapped in a desert and suddenly a plane came, and only one person could take it. Master left without hesitation.

The feeling of abandonment was immediately overwhelmed by fear, because I didn't rush to feel sad. When the master went out, he didn't close the door, but hid it. At that time, I was very panicked, what if it came in at this time, as the jargon says that if a person always thinks about ghosts, then he is not far from seeing ghosts.

I didn't finish thinking about it, and sure enough, the door was slowly pushed open, and the first thing I saw was the hand that had been defeating miserably, and then a pale face under a long hair, with bulging eyes and thick lips, wearing a long shirt and slowly walking into the door, and it was walking towards the bed, I was really scared and ugly, I couldn't even scream if I wanted to, not to mention anything else, that dress was not something I could accept, and it was the first time I met a real spirit outside the book, even if I had studied for so long, but I still had a skeptical attitude. This time, it really changed my mindset completely.

It turns out that there really is a spirit.

I remembered that the old man in the temple told me that when you encounter a ghost, you only need to meditate with your feet and fold your hands and recite the golden text silently, and the ghost looks at you like a golden Buddha.

Whether it's true or not, try to say it, I quickly got up and meditated and chanted, although my heart was not calm, but I still did it, I forgot what scriptures I read at that time, a very common scripture in Buddhism.

After I did that, it didn't come to me, but walked towards the bed, crouched down in the moonlight projected through the window, and raised its head to meet the moonlight. He began to laugh sneeringly. The expression combined with the white and blue skin and the eerie laughter made my scalp tingle and my hairs stand on end.

Just when I felt like a helpless little lamb, I suddenly saw Master outside the door. But he had only been out for less than 2 minutes, and the toilet was still in a thatched hut outside the house, how could it be so fast.

Master made a shush gesture, and I immediately stopped my sexy little mouth that wanted to make a sound. I saw the master take out a talisman. I didn't see what the talisman was, it was attached to the door, and then the door was slowly closed, and the moment the door was closed, the spirit had already noticed, and he turned around and just wanted to escape. While reciting the mantra, the master held a hand in his left hand and a talisman in his right hand, and rushed over. (I can't say more about the details here)

In less than three minutes, the spirit god settled down, and he didn't make trouble or run away, as if he had reached some tacit understanding with the master. Then the Master opened his mouth to ask questions.

Master asked, "Who are you, why are you so nostalgic for the yang world and making trouble here?"

It's hoarse, but it's audible. It turned out to be a teacher at the beginning of the last century, who once went to the higher education department to ask for a due education fund, but I didn't hear how it came from, maybe it was a donation, maybe it was a funding, this money can help his students successfully complete their studies.

It was an era when the law of kings was not spoken. Not only did he not succeed, but he was scolded severely, and on the way back, he was snatched of his purse, and the more he thought about it, the more unbalanced he became.

However, in that chaotic era, there was no such thing as a dead person calling the police, and two peasants who were plowing the fields saw him in shock, and because of their lack of common sense, they thought that he had died, so they dug a pit and buried him, and then found a random stone and placed it in front of the small grave bag as a tombstone.

When he woke up, he found that he had been buried in the ground, and he crawled out of the grave himself, but when he crawled out, he found that his body was still underground. And his body functions are still there, and there is a heartbeat. So he kept his memories until all his bodily functions faded, and he still couldn't accept the fact that he was dead, because he still had a lot of wishes left.

So for decades, he stayed in this place and waited for his body to never leave, hoping that he could meet someone he knew well in this place to help him get back the education funds that would enable his students to complete their studies. This is more than 100 years. The corpses had long since corroded, leaving behind a pile of bones. Because the body functions are still there, and the soul leaves the body first, the memory is retained, so the soul is not taken away. And he himself insisted that he would meet someone who would help him fulfill his wish, so he didn't choose to leave.

It wasn't until Uncle Ning built a house on top of his corpse and robbed him of the only place he had that he had no choice but to scare Uncle Ning. I want him to retreat.

After listening to what he said, Master and I were silent, maybe this is called an inopportune time. Really a pathetic spirit god. After waiting for a hundred years, it is not supposed to be waiting, for an uncertain result.

In modern civilized society, there are many people who go against their morals and disobey their hearts for their own selfish interests, and compared with this teacher, I don't know whether it is a human or a ghost who is terrible.

Master said, I can show you the way into the ghost path, would you like to?

Mr. Teaching thought for a moment and said, "Well, since it is meaningless to stay, why bother others." When he said this, I looked at that miserable white and terrifying face, and I felt a little kind.

Master respectfully sent him away.

That was my first encounter with the spirits, and it was also the most impressive. Mr. Teach's words will always remain in my mind like a compass, guiding me in the direction of life, and it is this thing that strengthens my determination to engage in this profession.

The next day, Master asked Uncle Ning's son to find someone to dig up the bones of the teaching master, and the master brought back the bones, and we buried them together on a small slope at the foot of the White Horse Mountain. There was no scientific honor team, and there was no mourning of relatives. Some are just two figures, one old and one young, worshipping silently.

I asked Master, "Master." Are you using me as bait, twice?

Master said, "This is a test for you."

I asked Master again, "Why do you erect a grave monument when you have already sent him away?" You don't even know his name, so there's no point in worshipping.

Master said, "Give him respect and peace of mind." Give this a thought. Give an explanation to your conscience, will you still say that it is meaningless?

I also asked Master, "I haven't seen the hand or the talisman behind you?"

Master smiled, touched my little head and said, "Take your time, you have this heart, what you should learn will be let you learn in the future."

After the master finished speaking, he got up, and we bowed three times in front of the grave, and slowly left this venerable little tomb and walked towards the mountain.

The shadows dragged on from the setting sun for a long time, and there were no dark clouds in the sky. At this time, it was raining lightly. On every sunny day, there will always be a few drops of rain, just like behind everyone, there will always be a few sad stories.