Twelve kilometers northwest of Dayi County in the west of Chengdu, there is a Heming Township, and there is a mountain in Sanfeng Village of Heming Township, which is called Heming Mountain, and Heming Mountain is the birthplace of Taoism.

In the first year of Emperor Shun of the Eastern Han Dynasty (reigned 126~144), Zhang Ling (Zhang Daoling), a native of Pei Guofeng (now Feng County, Jiangsu), advocated the way of Zhengyi Mengwei (commonly known as Wudou Rice Dao, also known as the Tao of Heavenly Master) in Heming Mountain, Dayi County, and took Laozi Li Er as the leader of the sect and took the Tao Te Ching as the main classic, which marked the official establishment of Taoism. Heming Mountain is recognized by the world as the birthplace of Taoism in China and the pilgrimage site of Taoism in the world, and is known as the "Immortal Capital of Taoism" and "Ancestral Garden of Taoism".

In the 2010 graduation season, as a wild disciple of Taoism, I wanted to go to this famous mountain with a strong Taoist heritage to worship and worship. It was only in the end that I had a disagreement with my classmates about the destination of my graduation trip, and I found a reason to step on the train to Chengdu alone.

The road from Wuchang to Chengdu is not far away, and the newly graduated student dog will definitely not have the luxury of taking a plane, and even the direct express bus has not been bought, and finally got a general express ticket, which takes more than 20 hours from Wuchang to Chengdu.

When I got on the train with great longing and reverence, I thought that in a day and a night, I would be able to reach my destination. Unexpectedly, an incident happened on the train, which had nothing to do with me, but out of curiosity and pity, I finally gave up my original plan, got off the train early, and went to a place where I would not have any interaction with me. That place is called Star Town!

The cause of the incident is also ashamed, because of one of my bad habits, the place between the carriages on the train is the activity area of smokers, as a smoker, of course, I can't avoid it, and that train is a green car, and there is still a fan in it. The air quality inside is not as bad as the Spring Festival, but the air in the smoking area is much better in comparison, and as the train moves forward, there is occasionally fresh air from the mountain streams and countryside outside. It's several times more comfortable than staying in the car. This is naturally a place where I am constantly active.

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After twelve o'clock, there were basically no more people going to smoke. Once again, I went to the junction between the carriages. I saw the girl again. She stood by the door at the entrance of the carriage, facing the outside of the carriage, as if in deep thought.

The reason I said to see the girl again was because the first two times I saw her standing in the same place, staring silently out the door, and the first time was two hours ago. It stands to reason that the air in the carriage is dull and it is normal to come here to breathe, but standing here motionless for three hours makes me wonder.

What made me even more strange this time was that she wasn't just standing there, but her shoulders were swaying slightly from time to time, obviously sobbing quietly.

Her behavior inevitably did not make me start to pay attention to her, I naturally looked at her twice, judging from the outfit and back, the girl should not be more than twenty years old, not tall to one meter six, wearing a white dress, and her long hair with a shawl that naturally fell down looked a little messy. Because it was dark outside, from the glass on the train door, you could faintly see that she looked a little pale and there were two faint tear stains on her face, obviously a person with serious concerns. And this is definitely not a good thing, to say that I was moved to cry like this, I really don't believe it.

I'm not a nosy person, and I know that accosting someone when I'm away from home is an act that will make the other person absolutely vigilant, so I didn't bother her rashly, but smoked a cigarette and went back to the car. When I returned to the carriage, I wanted to close my eyes and sleep for a while, but the back of the sobbing girl kept coming to mind, and I knew that she must be a person with a story, and I even began to speculate about the reason why she was crying silently over there, lovelorn? Scammed? Running away from home? Is the family outdated? Thinking about the possibilities, the more I think about it, the more excited I become, and I don't have to rest all night. I just made a decision, and in another hour, if the girl was still around, I would ask her what was wrong.

An hour passed at a surprisingly slow pace. I stood up and moved my neck and hands and feet again, and walked towards the smoking area again.

Seeing that the girl was still there, but the sound of standing and sobbing was now squatting on the ground, the position was still in that position, but it was not facing the outside of the carriage but leaning against an iron wall with her head down or sobbing suicidly, and I was shocked why she could cry for so long at the same time I had a hint of surprise in my heart, although I knew that this was not right, how could I hope that others would not be able to come out of the sadness, but strong curiosity killed and occupied most of my reason, not nosy but it does not mean that I have no curiosity, After pretending to smoke a cigarette again, I walked over and gently patted her on the shoulder and asked, "Hello, can I help you?" ”

Her shoulders shook sharply, clearly caught off guard by my movements. She slowly looked up, looked at me, then shook her head again, and didn't speak. Her face revealed a strong sense of helplessness, even a little desperate, her facial features are not exquisite, but they look very comfortable together, but the two faint tears on her cheeks make me have no intention of appreciating her facial features at all. Her eyes were bloodshot, and combined with the long sobbing, her eyes were particularly red and swollen, and the black qi on the Yin Hall told me that she must have had very low luck recently, and she might even meet the spirit god.

A person's life is like a wavy line, and there is a critical point at the lowest value of this wavy line, and once this critical point is reached, it will become very low-horizon, and it is not surprising that you can see some spiritual things at this time. So when you feel that your fortune is very low, you have to find a way to increase your fortune, or everything will not go well or even see something that you don't want to see, increasing your fortune is actually very simple, send more kindness, worship more Bodhisattva and so on.

She shook her head and didn't speak, but her eyes were staring at me blankly, as if she were a handicraft, and she didn't seem to be staring at me but at the air in front of me, and it was clear that she was still immersed in his grief and had not woken up.

"Did you run into something wrong?" I couldn't stop talking, and if I wanted her to come back to her senses as soon as possible, I had to use bombshell words to open the topic. Even if it's just a guess, it's better than nothing to say.

She was visibly startled, then stood up abruptly and asked, "How do you know?" I'm so helpless now, and I want to die. Woo woo woo ...... began to cry again, and compared to the slight sobbing before, this time the crying seemed to erupt like a flood bursting the levee. It's just that her tears seem to have dried up, and she doesn't want to match this explosive crying.

I hurriedly stopped her and said: "Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, wait for others to see what happened to me, I can know because I am a Taoist priest, if you really encounter a ghost, you can talk to me, maybe I can do my best." ”

Hearing me say this, she slowly stopped crying and continued to cry, her eyes lit up, she took a step forward and grabbed my hand and said, "Are you really a Taoist priest?" Can you help me? Just as I was embarrassed to think about how to withdraw my hand, she slowly let go of her hand and muttered: "Impossible, how can there be such a young and handsome Taoist priest, you are an actor and almost ......" After speaking, she began to look dull again.

I shook my head and was speechless, took out a talisman from my pocket and shook it in front of her eyes a few times, then squeezed my hand and quickly recited a mantra for purifying my spirit, and then lightly tapped it on her heavenly spirit seat. After a few seconds, I asked, "Are you more comfortable now?" ”

Her originally gloomy gaze became enlightened again, and she asked in surprise, "Are you really a Taoist priest?" ”

I nodded, didn't speak, it doesn't matter whether I say it or not, if she still doesn't believe it, it only means that we don't have a chance, even if I am curious, I will not go to this troubled water. In my opinion, many things cannot be wishful thinking, and if you insist on breaking the casserole and asking the question, the consequences are often counterproductive.

Seeing that I didn't speak, she began to take the initiative to narrate the incident, she said: "Big brother, you are right, I did encounter a ghost incident, and no one in my family supported me, so they forced me to go back." I have a fiancé in our town, but he died of a sudden illness when we were not married, and my fiancé and I were matchmakers, so we didn't have much emotional foundation. Our parents were feudal and stubborn, and we were poor, so we received a lot of favors from their family. Even I borrowed money from their family to go to college, so my grandfather and my father made the decision to marry me to him, and he was honest and good to me, so I didn't resist too much. I was going to go back and marry him after graduation, but now that I'm a sophomore, I suddenly received news of his death. At this she began to cry again, and the choked sound seemed to intensify.

When I was a little helpless, the car arrived at a stop, and I said, "When you get there, don't cry yet, you calm down, and we'll talk when the train starts." She nodded, and we pulled over, not many people getting on and off the train, and by the time the train started again, she had calmed down a few minutes.

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders and said, "Even if your fiancé dies, you should go back to worship and worship, is it possible that your family will force you to keep filial piety for three years?" ”

She shook her head and said, "I already went back to see him off when he died, and I am also very sad about his death. ”

"Since you've gone back, why are your family forcing you to go back now?" I asked, a little puzzled, and I felt that going back this time must be very against her wishes, otherwise I wouldn't be sad like this, and it was definitely not an ordinary thing.

Hearing my inquiry, she was obviously a little dazed, and her face revealed a look of horror, and she said tremblingly: "His father had a dream, saying that he was dreaming, in the dream, he said that he was worried about me, we are not married yet, and he does not want to leave." ”

I said, "With such a strong obsession, he must like you very much, right?" ”

She nodded and said, "Yes, he does like me very much, but you know what? After his father had this dream, he went to a wizard to inquire, and the wizard actually said that the solution to this matter was very simple, that is, to call me back to marry his son, and to hold a symbolic worship. ”

"Yin marriage?" I couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Yin marriage was very common in ancient times, but I didn't expect that there are still places to do this kind of thing, and there are two types of yin marriage. It is more common for an unmarried couple to marry each other after death through the introduction of the media, that is, to find a spouse for the deceased. But this form of husband and wife are both dead people, so it doesn't feel particularly strange either.

The other is that one of the engaged parties dies before the marriage is consummated, and if the dead party is stronger, the two will be asked to forcibly complete the marriage, that is, the most ancient way of worship. This kind of worship is divided into two forms, one is the worship of the sisters in the family holding the posthumous photo and the living party. There is another way to fix the corpse directly with a shelf, and use the corpse to worship with the living party. Of course, the person who presides over the ceremony is not an ordinary master of ceremonies, but Mr. Yin and Yang, who specializes in this line of work, to preside. There are specialized techniques and processes that only such people are aware of.

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