In this way, Baozi became the apprentice of the shaman's grandmother. I spent a lot of pen and ink writing the paragraph about Baozi Hell, because this story is not only a turning point in the fate of Baozi's life, but also a turning point in the fate of many families in the compound.

Just yesterday, August 29, 2017, I Wang Xiu received a news that Zheng Yaozu, the former chief of the security section, passed away at the age of 68, and after the strange death of his daughter-in-law and son, he also left quietly, and the cause of death is unknown. He was not the only one in the compound who was desperate, sick, or in calamity, or murderous, or for no reason. If it is not a ghost who causes all this, but a human being, this person behind the scenes will inevitably be sentenced to death in accordance with the law. Unfortunately, there are too many corners of the world that the law cannot control. I had to hurry up to write this novel, because I felt that powerful and mysterious force was following me and my family, even though I had gone into hiding to the ends of the earth, and as the situation unfolded, none of us could escape the fate of death.

When I Wang Xiugang remembered, every Sunday morning, Brother Bao Zi carried a military green schoolbag and briskly climbed over the high wall and went to the countryside outside the compound to find the shaman's grandmother. When I was in elementary school, as long as I played with Baozi, he would lead me there. My impression of the shaman is a kind old man, not confused, with good legs and feet, and she eats melon seeds faster than me. A beautiful sister who followed her, the bun is called Huahua, and she is the little friend of the bun's childhood sweetheart.

The uncle of the two gods is surnamed Bai, and the surname Bai is a branch of the Manchu surname after the sinicization in some parts of the northeast. Uncle Ershen has a daughter named Bai Saihua, Bai Saihua, as his name suggests, was born white, and is a beauty. This sister was born with a bit of curly hair, like a doll sold in a store. She is the same age as Baozi, but not as gentle as Baozi, this girl is spicy by nature, she follows the boy up the tree to dig birds and go down to the river to catch fish, fights and brawls are commonplace, her name is Shun Slip, she has to be nicknamed "Cabbage Flower" in the rivers and lakes, and the lower grades call Sister Hua. But the girl has a good heart, and since she packed the bun to her grandmother's house, she has only one person in her eyes. Seeing that the buns often go in and out of the grandmother's house, the neighbors thought that the old lady had the heart to find a grandson-in-law who was plugged in, so they often joked about the buns and cabbage flowers, hoping that they would make a big gift as soon as possible and give birth to a little bun stuffed with cabbage.

Baozi is very well-behaved, and the first thing he does when he goes to the shaman's grandmother's house is to go to the well to fetch two buckets of water and fill the big tank. In the summer, he picks ripe cucumber beans and tomatoes, peels the patterned beans and hangs them in a dustpan on a low wall. In the autumn, he had to pick up two acres of bud rice, and then help the two gods to transport it to the grain depot to sell, in the late autumn he was responsible for buying coal, making the coal into a honeycomb, and in the winter he got up early to make a fire, and was often smoked so that his nose and eyes were black. In addition to the work that must be done in all seasons, Baozi is also responsible for buying cabbage and pickled cabbage. During the years when Baozi studied at the shaman's grandmother's house, the window panes of her house were always shining, even in the winter and spring when the sand and rocks were flying.

The shaman's grandmother taught one-on-one, without a blackboard or writing, because she couldn't read. The first thing the shaman told Baozi was, "You can see the two worlds of yin and yang, this is one heaven; Being able to see all things and having spirits is a double heaven; I can see the ancient future, this is the triple heaven, grandma I have only reached the double heaven in my life. ”

It is not difficult to see through the two worlds of yin and yang, but it is difficult to guess people's hearts.

I also asked the shaman why I couldn't see it, and the shaman smiled and said that in fact, the bun couldn't be seen, but he could feel it. That feeling is the eye of the sky.

People who are clear, loving, and simple have heavenly eyes. Do you remember the communication between Baozi and the fetus? Fetal babies have not been trained and polluted by the human world, and most of them have heavenly eyes before and after birth, but the filth of the human world gradually covers the pearl of heavenly eyes with silt, so that the vast majority of people can no longer have this function and are reduced to ordinary people. Therefore, now when I see some young people who are obsessed with the world, entangled in red dust, obsessed with interpersonal relationships, proud of their shrewdness, ashamed of their simplicity and suffering, or pretending to be deep and sleek and calculating, I can only sigh that they have gradually lost the most precious things.

In this world, no one knows how many people have the eye of heaven, not even the person himself.

- How do you know that what you see must be what I see?

The shaman's grandmother said that at that time, the Japanese female ghost was seen by Baozi, and it was the female ghost who did it on purpose, and if she wanted to hide, she would not be able to see her with Baozi alone. The female ghost wants Baozi's family to save her from the predicament, and sucking Baozi's mother's yang energy is also a strategy, just to mobilize the gods and the lower realm, and risk the soul to "make things bigger". Regarding the problem of female ghosts, Baozi always feels that there is a problem, but he can't summarize it. Whenever Baozi asked the female ghost if she had been reincarnated as a human, Grandma always smiled and replied vaguely, "Destiny dictates".

Baozi's earliest course is not to recite the great god and sing the lyrics, the great god tune and the shaman singing words are done to please the gods, the people who have opened the eyes of the sky do not need to bother to invite the gods, he already has the ability to automatically communicate with the fairy world and the underworld, you can reach the three worlds, across the five elements, argue with the gods, and communicate with the foxes and ghosts. What he wants to do is to expand his knowledge, understand the Three Realms and Five Elements and the various sects infinitely, and at the same time ensure the sensitivity of the Heavenly Eye. Therefore, in my memory, in addition to reading books and listening to lectures, the content of Baozi's daily practice is simple and boring, that is, staring at a needle dozens of meters away, and taking it farther away when it is clear. Later, a button about the size of a button was identified from a small basket full of beans ten meters away.

The shaman grandmother will take the two children to the open field in the starry night, so that the children can get close to the rough nature. Cabbage flowers like to connect stars into their favorite shapes, imagining white bears and horses. The starry sky in the eyes of the bun is more magnificent, at first there will be one or two transparent small animals probe the brain, and then four, eight, a hundred, in the air to dance, frolicking and chasing, as the night is thick, more and more transparent animals, herds of giant deer running in the air, thousands of sheep, horses, leopards, jackals, white bears and unknown prehistoric giants frolicking and chasing, connected into a spectacular and long aerial array, that magical team flies over endless grass flats, farmland, across rows of ridges, and even through the wall, Running to the distant Milky Way, they gather in the air, merge into a spectacular torrent, and dissolve in the air and turn into stars. And the blue fireflies on the ground turned into floating ghosts, dressed in the clothes of an unknown dynasty, flying up and down around the old trees, dancing. Occasionally, there are little fox fairies and mouse fairies who have been cultivating for decades, turning into immature human types, and some still have tails, jumping and chasing on the grassland. Crickets, frogs, mosquitoes, and grasshoppers were noisy, and they exchanged ideas about where there was more delicious food, where the yin qi was heavy, where they could make holes to cultivate, and where the pesticides were too violent. When the little fairies saw the shaman and the bun, they would routinely bow and bow, and then play and play as if no one was around. The world belongs to humanity only after it sleeps.

"Huahua, there are a lot of cows flying"

"Where? Where? You tell me how Brother Baozi "Cabbage Flower shook Baozi's shoulder" and flew up? ”。

"You blow it," Baozi laughed.

"It's the spirits of deceased animals." Grandma Shaman replied slowly.

"Grandma, people say that ghosts can't be reincarnated and it's very painful, but I don't think they seem to be that painful!" Baozi asked puzzled.

"We're not ghosts, how do we know if ghosts are pain or pleasure?" Grandma laughed, "The most painful creature in the world is probably people." People are too nostalgic for life, so they are afraid of death, and people bring the resentment that cannot be resolved during life to the afterlife, and they have to intervene in the lives of living people, and animals can't do this. ”

In addition to watching ghosts dance, Baozi once watched a spectacular ghost fight.

In the autumn of one year, Baozi received the task of his grandmother, walked to the pear tree 50 kilometers away without dry food, and went to Bayan Shaman's house to get a bronze mirror. It was ten o'clock at night after returning with the bronze mirror, he walked alone in the late autumn wilderness, the endless green gauze tent had been harvested, the vision was magnificent, the bun was tired of walking, and rested on the roadbed. Suddenly, I saw lights shining in the distance, as if there was a town. Baozi figured out that it would be better to spend the night, so he strode towards the town, and when he got closer, he realized that where was the town, but a burning position, and one side was frantically attacking the other. The defenders were dressed in shiny steel helmets and American leather boots, and held "Thomson" submachine guns known as Chicago typewriters, and the attackers wore dogskin hats, blue and yellow cloth clothes, poorly dressed, and armed with single-shot weapons such as Mocinagan rifles and Type 38 rifles, but all of them wore bayonets, and the cold light was shining, and the murderous spirit was fierce, howling and charging at the opponent's position.

It's just that in the charging team, there were many people who were shot and fell to the ground, but they repeatedly got up, as if they couldn't be killed at all, the two sides quickly strangled together, some soldiers waved the sapper shovel, and cut off the opponent's head and helmet together, the headless body was still flexibly stabbed, some soldiers continuously pierced each other's bodies, and the stabbed person had no pain to reflect, and continued to fight back fiercely, what kind of war is this? Baozi used his eyes to the sky, only to find that where those soldiers who fought were people, they were all transparent dry bones!

A big battle was fought all night, at dawn, the rooster announced, the two sides truce, each picked up his clothes and hats, picked up the severed limbs and heads, installed them, and each lined up to take steps, returned to the position, the dogskin hat was singing "Revolutionary soldiers must keep in mind, the three disciplines and eight points of attention", and the steel helmet was singing "The flag is fluttering, and the horse is Xiaoxiao". The two armies marched in opposite directions, and as the first rays of dawn pierced the horizon, they became transparent, faded, until they disappeared without a trace.

Baozi told his grandmother what he had seen along the way, and his grandmother told him that the place was called Siping. During the War of Liberation, there was a tragic siege war here, Lin Biao's Northeast Democratic Alliance Army was almost wiped out here, and the Chinese Expeditionary Force in Burma during the Anti-Japanese War also lost more than half, and countless Chinese sons and daughters who survived the anti-Japanese battlefield in this war threw their blood here, buried in the wilderness, no one sacrificed, how could their hearts be calm, these lonely souls and wild ghosts, maintained the last state of their lives, repeated again and again, always thinking that they would be able to defeat each other tomorrow and achieve the so-called victory, and the result was repeated for decades.

People are like this, if they don't let go of their thoughts, everything is suffering, and when they let go of their thoughts, they are at ease.