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Maybe in your opinion, dealing with ghosts and gods is a very mysterious thing, after reading this book, I believe you will understand a lot, in fact, these things, this kind of work, are not so mysterious, especially the world of ghosts, sometimes it is also very simple.

Every story that follows is a real thing, plain but unusual, I believe you will have a lot of insights after reading it. There will also be a lot to gain.

If it weren't for that fate, maybe I wouldn't have stepped into this industry, all of this seems to be fate, you may wonder, what kind of opportunity does Taoist apprenticeship need? I don't know the stories of others through what way those real masters choose the inheritors, but I can tell my story. The whole vernacular text is easy to understand. As long as you read it, you will definitely have a great feeling.

In the first half of 2002, I was still in my second year of junior high school. School leisure activities in the countryside are extremely inadequate, but a newly transferred English teacher from the school held an activity with the head teacher, that is, to climb the first peak in Hunan Province. White Horse Mountain. The purpose is to watch the sunrise, and then write a reflection on watching the sunrise.

Of course, you are responsible for your own expenses. So there were 50 people in the class. It was cut in half, and only a little over 20 people went. It was the first outdoor activity since I was a student, the only one before high school, and the only one in the entire school as far as I know. Mom and Dad also unexpectedly spent a huge amount of 50 yuan to let me participate in that event. This may be the beginning of the bond. Friends who went to school in the countryside at that time should have a deep understanding. How difficult it is to host a long trip.

The school is about 30 kilometers away from the destination, Hakuba Mountain, although it is not far, but at that time the rural roads were potholes, and the car could throw you off your seat if you drove up to 40 miles, and if you drove to 60 miles, it could throw you out from under your seat. If you drive to 80 miles, you can be thrown out of the seat together, so the distance of 30 kilometers is short and short, but the time is very long.

We set off at 8 a.m., on one of those minibuses, and the whole group set off for Hakuba Mountain, and the roads were extremely unsmooth at that time. You can only get off at a little past the Papaya Mountain Reservoir, because the car does not drive to the foot of the mountain, and has to pass through several villages. Only then can you start climbing the mountain.

From the place of getting off to the top of the mountain, there are 15 kilometers, not to say 10 kilometers. By the time a group of junior high school students climbed to the top of the mountain, it was already 4 p.m. All of them were exhausted, and since it was spring, it was relatively late when it got dark. So there was still time to make a fire for lunch, and that was the first time to have a picnic. Some of the students brought vegetables, some brought rice, and some brought oil and salt. But the dishes were not enough, so I called two boys and a girl I liked, Xiaofang, to go to the mountains to pluck bamboo shoots and look for mushrooms. There are more wild bamboos in that area, so there are a lot of wild bamboo shoots. We split into two groups.

As a flower messenger, of course, I forced a group with Xiaofang, and chose a distant mountain bag to find. At that time, the love was just beginning, and although I was shy to stay alone with her, I also behaved like a monkey jumping up and down. intends to use his agile posture to win Xiaofang's favor. However, it turned out that it was useless.

When we had almost pulled enough, a bamboo leaf on a large shrub scared Xiaofang, and I knew it was my chance to perform. My grandfather was the only one in our village who collected snakes, and when he was a child, he ate a lot of snake eggs and some snake gall bladders. So of course I'm not afraid of snakes,

It was also the first time I had seen Zhu Yeqing, which was smaller than the snakes I saw when I was a child. So I behaved more aggressively, walked over and grabbed the snake in my hand, and then threw it at the stone and died.

At that time, I felt very dicked, but now I think about it, Taiyi Du Tianzun. I'm just a little bastard, and I'm guilty. I thought Xiao Fang could praise me for being so fierce. However, instead of praising me, she said that I was a pervert and had no conscience at all, and that I was really a bastard back then.

Maybe it wasn't very handsome at that time, so Xiao Fang returned to the camp in a fit of anger. I looked at the small bamboo leaves on the stone, and there was no movement at all, and I immediately felt very guilty in my heart, so I picked up the little snake and wrapped it in my coat. I'm going to go back and find a place to bury it. After returning to the camp and eating the worst meal of our lives, we headed to our destination for the night, the Po Lin Sen Monastery.

There is only one room for tourists with eight beds. The bed is not big, and in order to save money, about 20 students and two teachers are crammed into a wing room at night. It would have been unthinkable now, but it was, and we didn't think it was a big deal at the time, taking up the bed, putting down the luggage, and of course, the little snake wrapped in the coat.

I went up to Hakuba Peak and watched the sunset. Then back to Po Lin Monastery, it's already dinner time.

Inside the temple is vegan, mainly tofu and green vegetables. There is no meat in any oil. Rice is also that kind of early rice. The kind that is now used to feed pigs. Fortunately, it is cheap, 1 yuan a meal when eating, and 5 yuan a night for accommodation. After eating, they all played around the yard.

At seven or eight o'clock, they went into the room to sleep together.

I was crammed into a bed with two other classmates. After a day of tossing and turning, I quickly fell asleep and completely forgot about burying the little snake.

It's strange to say. I don't know how long I slept, but I had a dream in which a bunch of various snakes chased me and bit me, and I couldn't run fast, but the speed of the snakes was very fast. Just when I was entangled in a snake and was about to be bitten by a bloody mouth, I woke up suddenly, and with the help of the faint light in the courtyard, I saw that my classmates were asleep, listening to the snoring of various rhythms.

It was very windy on the mountain, and many of the rooms were made of wood at that time, and the wind squeaked and creaked, accompanied by the clear sound of knocking on wooden fish and chanting. I couldn't sleep anymore, thinking of the little snake that I had fallen to death during the day. I think I should find a place to bury it first.

I stumbled out of bed. Picked up his coat and prepared to go outside the yard to bury the little snake. Gently open the door. In the yard, the light bulbs were blown and swayed from side to side. The shadows of the pillars and the hats floated around, which looked very terrifying, but the sound of the wooden fish and chanting made me feel very calm. I tried to find a small hoe in the yard to dig a hole, but I couldn't find it.

I tiptoed to the lobby and saw a thin old man meditating in front of the Buddha and chanting sutras, and he didn't shave his head.

Then I went over and asked him, "Do you have a little hoe here or there?" The old man didn't raise his head or say a word, but continued to knock on his wooden fish.

Seeing that he ignored me, I gave up and continued to call him, and found a small futon next to me, and sat up like an old man.

I don't know why, but as soon as I sat down, I felt very calm. Listening to the sound of the wooden fish and chanting, my heart is very comfortable, as if I can remove all distracting thoughts and ignore all noises. I was intoxicated by the scene.

After I don't know how long, about an hour, the sound of chanting and knocking on wooden fish stopped for a while, and I slowly opened my eyes and saw a kind face looking at me in large numbers.

I smiled a little bewildered and asked, "Grandpa, do you have a little hoe here?"

The old man obviously also froze, and asked, what do you want to hoe in the middle of the night?

I pointed to the wrapped coat next to me. I killed a snake in the afternoon, and I wanted to bury it.

。。。。。。

The old man immediately folded his hands and recited: Amitabha. Good, good, good!

Then he said to me: there is a hoe behind the door, you go outside and bury it. Don't get too far away, just at the base of the wall. I smiled gratefully, and immediately got up to find a hoe.

I remember that my feet were numb at that time, and I couldn't walk after getting up. The old man slapped me a few times, and then immediately he stopped being numb. I thought it was amazing at the time. I've had numb feet before. It's never been so fast. He glanced at the old man suspiciously, he just smiled and said: Go quickly, come back to me after you are buried。。。。。。

Until now, I haven't figured out what happened to those few shots.

After burying the little snake, I wanted to go back to the room to sleep, but seeing that the light in the lobby was still on, and thinking of the kind face of the old man, I still walked into the lobby full of doubts, not knowing why he asked me to find him.

With a sense of curiosity, I went back to the old man, and I didn't bother him when I saw him on the futon with his eyes closed. He sat on the futon next to him and meditated like the old man.

After a few minutes, the old man said, "What's your name?" I said my name.

He asked, "Do you like it here?" I said yes.

Why did he say he liked it? I said I don't know, I like to sit here.

He suddenly asked me what my birthday was.

I said 9/xx/88.

He didn't speak, and after a few minutes, he spoke again: "Tomorrow I will introduce a master to you, okay?"

Without even thinking about it, I said, "Okay, without even asking why."

It may be that he is young and ignorant, and he doesn't have so many ideas, and he always thinks that what adults say is right. Just listen to the adults. Then the old man looked at me and smiled and said, I still have to do a night class. You go back to sleep first.

I remembered that three people were crammed into a small bed, and I wasn't sleepy at the time. And there are a lot of mosquitoes in the room, but there are no mosquitoes here, so he said, Grandpa, you are busy with you, I'll sit for a while. The old man stared at me again, smiled and nodded three times, and then began to beat his wooden fish. I also sat on the futon as if I had anything to do. Listening to the sound of wooden fish and chanting, I closed my eyes very much with enjoyment.

Until the end of him ... It was only then that we went back to our rooms. At that time, I didn't know what time it was, and I didn't have a mobile phone watch, but that night, I slept very soundly.

The next morning, after watching the sunrise early, it was funny that there were dark clouds, and only a glimmer of light could be seen. However, everyone's interest was very high, and when I went down the mountain and returned to the temple to prepare for dinner, I was still thinking about how to write this composition, because Mao didn't see it.

Then the old man who chanted the scriptures and knocked on the wooden fish the night before disrupted my thoughts and said to take me somewhere. Looking at his kind face, I didn't think twice before I followed, and he led me to a separate room.

There are ashes of freshly burned paper money at the door, and there is an incense burner, which is full of burned incense sticks, the room is not big, only a bed and a desk, there is a small bookshelf on the desk, the bookshelf is full of books, there are brushes and inkstones on the desk, and a stack of yellow paper is neatly placed, and behind the bed is a small wardrobe. There were two more chairs beside the bed, and so much time had passed, and all I could remember was these, and on one of them sat a mysterious old man who was a little younger than his grandfather, with a shaved head, looking very energetic, and eyebrows longer than the average person. He has a beard on his chin, and his beard is black and white.

The reason why I say mysterious is not because of his image, but because of his eyes, which are kind and a little sharp, kind and serious, confused and a little surprised, just staring straight at me.

In order not to lose the battle, I also stared at him with melancholy and deep eyes with a little bohemianism, and stared at him for a long time.

The old man spoke first: I brought it to you, you can take a good look. Then he walked away. At that time, I really felt furious in my heart, I don't know what's going on, can I still find the abduction and trafficking of high-quality teenagers in this kind of Buddhism?

But when I think about it, there are so many classmates and teachers outside, he shouldn't treat me badly. I was just about to ask him what he was looking for me.

And he said, "Come, sit down." The voice was deep, as if there was an irresistible majesty

I walked over and sat down in the chair next to him. He said you show me your hand, and then I stretched out my hand to him, as if I was a child and asked my elders for red envelopes.

He looked at my hand for a long time and then touched me, especially behind my ears. I touched it several times, and it was very strong, and it hurt me a lot. But instead of struggling, I held back.

He probably knew it was going to hurt, so he asked me, why don't you cry out when you hurt.

I said that I was afraid that my classmates and teachers outside would hear about it and be worried. Actually, I'm afraid that Xiaofang will hear it, and I'm afraid of being embarrassed.

He smiled, took my hand, and walked over to the desk. Then I asked me if I could use a brush, and I said yes, I practiced. Then he handed me a brush and took one himself. Let's just say that you follow me to draw, but he doesn't draw quickly, as if he deliberately slowed down. At that time, it seemed that a town house charm was drawn.

I followed him and I felt good about myself when I was done, he looked at it, nodded and didn't speak. Put down the pen, think about it for a while, and then ask me: Have you ever watched a zombie movie? I immediately came to the spirit: I've seen it, it's the kind of jumping and jumping, I watched you draw talismans just now, are you catching zombies? Are there really zombies in this world? Will you take me with you next time you catch zombies?

Because I especially like zombie movies, I instantly opened my chatterbox, and a series of questions came out and made him laugh directly.

He said, "I'm not a zombie catcher, but it's pretty much the same." I want to take you as an apprentice. That tone seemed to be impossible to refuse. Actually, to be honest, I was young at the time, but I wasn't sure there were zombies and ghosts in this world. At the time, I purely thought it was fun, and I didn't refuse it on the spot. I just said that I would go back and discuss it with my parents.

He asked for the address of my home, but we chatted casually, and I can't remember exactly what we talked about. Before leaving, he gave me a book, a manuscript. And it didn't say anything. I took the book, went out, and had breakfast. I went back to school.

That's right, he is my master, the person who changed the trajectory of my life, the person I respect the most.

Since it was Friday, I went back that night and told my parents about it. Because they are all in the same place, Master is still a little famous. Mom and Dad knew about him, and then they went to Grandpa to discuss it. Grandpa knew Master, because Grandpa collected snakes and caught snakes outside all the year round, and often went to the side of White Horse Mountain. Sometimes they still live inside the temple.

Gradually, I got to know the master, and sometimes they would drink some wine and chat together, and the master's grandfather also heard a little about the master's skills, and they were all real talents. So when he was in the evening, my grandfather asked me if I would like to learn the Tao from Master.

I asked my grandfather if after he finished his studies, like those Taoist priests in the village, when someone passed away, he went to someone else's house to do more things.

Grandpa said no, it was a traditional Taoist priest. He didn't teach scientific rituals, but specifically to solve hauntings in other people's homes.

What Grandpa said was easy to understand, and I really listened to it. Then my grandfather told me several examples, and many people couldn't solve the problem of who's family and whose family, and they had to call the master to solve it.

When I was a child, there was always some heroism. So when I heard it, I was very fond of it, and I immediately said to my grandfather, "Okay, I want to learn." To be honest, at that time, most of my heart still wanted to learn with a playful mentality.

When my parents saw that I agreed, they discussed with my grandfather, saying that although my reading grades were average, at least I had to finish my studies, and that Taoist monks could study on weekends and during winter and summer vacations. Grandpa also said that this is the right thing, and I will take him to the mountains tomorrow.

In this way, I gave Master a satisfactory answer with incredible speed.

Since then, I have no weekends or winter and summer vacations. I lived a very boring and boring Taoist study until I graduated from high school. But fortunately, after various memory exercises, my academic performance has risen instead of falling, and I also got good results in the college entrance examination.

It wasn't so much that Master chose me, but that I chose Him.

If it weren't for that rare spring outing

If you don't have the support of your parents

If I don't like Xiao Fang

If there is no small bamboo leaf green

If there is no such dream

If there is no old man who knocks on the wooden fish

If not, there is no special feeling I have for the scriptures

If it weren't for Grandpa's familiarity with Master

I'm grateful for all of this

Maybe I won't get married to Master so early

Sometimes there must be sometimes, and the people who are destined to meet will meet sooner or later

The fate that should be there, you can't hide if you want to

The Buddha said that looking back 500 times in the past life will pass by in this life

Privacy says, fate is fate, fate is fate,

The eminent monk said that the fate is the cultivation of the previous life

I think that cherish every fate around you, regardless of good or bad, and cherish everyone around you, whether good or bad. When the heart is repaired, people are naturally open-minded, and when people are open-minded, life is naturally beautiful.

Couples are fate, good fate and evil fate, no fate will not get together

Children are debts, collect debts and pay debts, and do not come without debts.