Maybe in your eyes, my profession is very special, and some people will try their best to make friends with people like me, but what I want to tell you is that people in our industry are not so good on the stage, not because they are afraid of anything, but because we all understand an unwritten rule, that is, you can't be too ostentatious, you can't be too high-profile. In this age of scientific criticism and superstition, if we are too high-profile, it will hasten our disappearance.

A lot of things are not as simple as they seem, and once we get the attention of the public, the consequences will be devastating, and no one will justify us because we are on the opposite side of science. Science brings us convenience, comfort, and a lot of happiness, while we can only bring incomprehension, doubt, and even panic to the world. We are like spirits living in shadows, dying at the sight of light.

When I write about these things, it seems to be very high-profile, and I am even sparing no effort to publicize it. But I've always kept that distance from everyone and never revealed any information about myself. You can't have the heart to hurt others, and you can't have the heart to defend people. It may be hard for me to do this, but it's the safest thing to do. Everyone wonders why I'm so mysterious, not for anything else, I just want to live according to the rules of our industry, maybe in the future, I will wash my hands in a cloth and a gold basin, then I can be like a normal person, not hiding or tucking, and calmly facing all kinds of life.

My classmates, friends and even relatives don't know that I'm doing this business, unless some people who have helped, such as my cousin surnamed Zhou who raised a little ghost, such as my classmate surnamed Wang who invited Bixian, etc., and I will ask them to help keep it secret afterwards, and I have my own way to ensure that people who know me will not say it. As for other people who are not familiar with the business, they will only help me introduce business after my friends encounter this kind of thing. So overall, I'm pretty good at protecting myself.

Many friends on QQ ask me for a phone, and I never give it, not that I don't believe them, but it doesn't make sense at all, because my phone will change the number every once in a while. Xiao Ye told me that there was no need to pretend to be more forceful, and that I was too rigid. Well, probably, but I'm used to this kind of caution. It's good to have enough business to live. It's not like that magic stick, you need more business to do the better.

One day in 2013, at the request of my classmates, I attended a junior high school reunion in Guangzhou, and there were many people who were making a living in Guangzhou and Shenzhen, so we were able to organize a decent class reunion in this strange city.

There were a lot of people that time, there were more than 10 people, everyone ate, drank, and had fun, but they also found some memories, but after many years, everyone has changed, and the feeling of youth is completely gone, replaced by a strong sense of distance.

At this class reunion, I met a very good friend. He didn't go to college, he went to work in the factory after graduating from high school, and in junior high school, he was the one who had the most relationship with me. We secretly went to the river to take a bath together, and were chased by the teachers of the academic affairs office. We fought together, played tricks on female classmates, brought dishes from home to school, and always ate together. When we were in junior high school, we were boarding, and the conditions in the school were limited.

It's just that now that we're all grown up, we don't feel that way anymore. He already has two children. As soon as a man becomes a father, he is really mature. The responsibility that weighed on his shoulders no longer allowed him to be willful, or even allowed to rest.

He drank a lot that time, and he was always lamenting how tired he was to live. I just drank with him, constantly echoing him, cursing this unjust world together. But I am false, the world is fair, and all unfair treatment is for a reason. I never hated the world, and when I was at my hardest, I would only tell myself that it was just part of my practice. There's nothing to complain about.

When you drink too much, the urge to complain becomes more and more unstoppable, and everyone is the same. And I, undoubtedly one of the best listeners, pulled me into a small corner of the K-room. Constantly complaining to me about the difficulty of life, in fact, it sounds to me are some tea, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, people are content and happy in life, why bother to care about so many gains and losses, everything is within your means, there will be a lot less troubles about self-seeking.

As he drank more and more, his complaints became more and more extreme, and he began to scold his grandfather, who had died.

Originally, it had been automatically filtered out of his words, but when I heard this, I began to be a little disgusted, when I was in junior high school, I often went to his house, and his grandfather was very kind and treated people very well, especially to him. Now hearing that he started attacking his grandfather, I was confused.

I wanted to scold him and teach him a lesson like I did when I was a child, but I don't have the courage anymore, and we are not the two little kids we used to be. If I teach him a lesson, I guess there will really be a fight.

I tried to ask him why he was talking about Grandpa, and he smiled wryly and said that he suspected that he was having trouble right now because his grandfather didn't bless them. It's his bad life. I thought it was funny when I heard it, this is just nonsense.

Life is the excuse for losers. Luck is the humble language of the successful.

Speaking later, I completely understood what he meant, he said that every time his grandfather was a few days before and after the Midyear Festival and his grandfather's sacrifice day, he would give their whole family a dream, asking them if their family was too poor, why they didn't burn paper for it for two years, and it was about to starve to death below.

I asked him why he didn't worship on time, how long had my grandfather been dead so long, and how could he stop the sacrifice so quickly? By the way, it's only been more than three years since his grandfather died.

He burst into foul language as he said, "How do I know what's going on with that old immortal? We burn incense and paper on the festival every year, and this year's Qingming also invited the master to kill the prince (Taoist priest) to do something, who knows that he is still complaining about us in a dream. ”

It turns out that there is such a thing in the middle, he doesn't know what I do, so this matter seems to be unintentionally mentioned.

I patted him on the shoulder and said, "Your life is not going well, no wonder your grandfather does not bless you, but there must be a reason why your grandfather can give you such a dream." ”

He kept drinking beer and said loudly: "You know what, you're a nerd, and you're in the city." What do you know about things in the village? ”

I didn't answer him, and he wouldn't listen to any of my suggestions in this state. I kept playing haha with him, thinking that I would wait until he was sober to talk about these things. By the way, his name is Liu Jian.

I spent most of the night in his whining, but I was a good listener. I don't have any complaints.

When I got home, I always thought about this question, remembering the kind old man who used to be a dime or two to buy candy every time I went to his house, but now that he has passed away, he dragged such a dream for his family.

At that time, I didn't know what was going on, so after I got up the next day, I called Master and wanted to ask Master what was going on.

I told Master what had happened, and Master told me, "There are only three reasons for this situation: First, the wrong grave was burned. The second is called the wrong name, and the third is the relocation of the grave. ”

It should not be possible to burn the wrong grave and call it the wrong name, and the possibility of moving the grave is the greatest, because the countryside is full of burials, and sometimes I don't know when I bury it, and if I have to build a road or build a house or something, I have to move the grave.

I asked, puzzled, "Will the relocation of graves still cause such a thing?" ”

The master said, "Yes, you can ask your second master, he is good at this, I have encountered such a thing before, when some people moved their graves, they did not do things and changed their addresses arbitrarily. If you don't do something, you won't note the new address of the house below, and the money burned at the new address will of course be received. ”

I said no, right? If you usually worship at home or at the crossroads, as long as you pronounce the right name and don't do things, you will still receive it.

The Master said, "It's all a regular prayer, and you don't need to go to the grave." Worship on the day of worship must be held in front of the grave. I guess your classmate's family will worship on these two days, but the grave has already been moved. Naturally, you won't be able to collect it below. ”

"Where did all that money go?" I asked.

(There's something temporary.,It's late at six o'clock.,I'll make up a chapter later as compensation.,There's a lot of old people who have been on the scene in the past two days.,It should be enough to add two more chapters.,These two chapters plus more will be left until tomorrow.。 ）<