It's not comfortable to be between the yin and yang worlds every day. In the eyes of Baozi, it is a complex and chaotic world. As his visual distance continued to increase, there were more and more dirty things that he should see and should not see. One day, Baozi saw a male ghost with a long tongue following behind a woman and pushing her as she crossed the street, and the woman died under the speeding wheels. Baozi ran a few steps slower, and did not save the person, the male ghost looked at him sharply, slowly became transparent, and disappeared. Sometimes, the Yin soldiers not only fight themselves, some stragglers also go out to harm others, Baozi once saw two gangs of tattered Japanese ghosts, controlling a group of teenagers to fight, and in the blink of an eye, two children fell in a pool of blood.

All things are born with spirits, and after death, the soul returns to heaven, and only the human soul has the most trouble.

The young bun doesn't know the motives of the ghosts to kill people, and he takes the responsibility for not being able to save people's lives on himself, thinking that he is not strong enough. This sense of powerlessness turned into a sense of self-blame, and the sense of self-blame rose into a sense of guilt, which made him seriously ill and almost died. Can't let Baozi see too much of a world that doesn't belong to his age and can understand. The shaman's grandmother used the Ganoderma lucidum bear bile powder in the old forest of Changbai Mountain to mix water to wipe the eyes of the bun every day, and after a long time, the eyes of the bun slowly stopped passively accepting the information of the underworld. He can only penetrate the yang realm when he concentrates his thoughts, and he is no different from ordinary people on weekdays, which undoubtedly ensures that Baozi will not have a mental breakdown because he inadvertently sees too many yin owls vicious, and it can also make Baozi understand the perspective of normal people better.

Time is like water, four years have passed, and the eleven-year-old bun is not only proficient in controlling the eyes of the gods, seeing through the two worlds of yin and yang, but also feeling the communication of living beings. He memorized all the shamanic scriptures, and with his self-taught, he found the thread-bound version of the all-Tang poems from his grandmother's house, and actually memorized most of them, followed by "The Analects" and "Lao Tzu", and the books were all thread-bound ancient books in the Daoguang period. Every time Baozi finishes reading a book, there will always be an extra book around him, as if there is a housekeeper to take care of it, so that later, Uncle Ershen simply opened the West Wing for Baozi to read, and it turned out to be a sea of ancient books!

"This is grandma's lifeline, just look at it, don't take it!" Uncle Nigami seems to be nagging and instructing day by day.

When asked where these classics came from, Uncle Ershen told Baozi that although her grandmother was uneducated, she had always been respectful of books. At that time, my grandmother was pushed to the stage by the workers and peasants, with a big iron lock around her neck, escorted to do a jet pose, and shouted "old witch" like a tsunami from the mountain, and then someone came up and slapped her grandmother's face with the sole of her shoes in righteous indignation, and her grandmother was beaten to a bloody face, half of her good teeth were knocked out, and her tongue and cheeks were rotten. She swallowed the blood so that no one could see her embarrassment. She looked around the audience, many of whom had received help from herself, but at that moment, people were so crazy that there was almost no trace of morality left. Grandma quietly recited the mantra and found that in addition to people, there were many things in the crowd that were not human. There are real people in high hats, with long tongues sticking out, eager to take away the dead, and they stand sideways with chains in their hands. Those who were about to be taken away by them were the bloodied elementary school students who had just died in the chaos a few days ago, and they were still covering their bloody wounds and looking at the stage with remorse on their faces; There were also railway laborers who were beheaded by the Japanese and Russian imperialists 100 years ago, standing in the crowd with their heads on their heads, laughing and watching the excitement.

Grandma knows, oh, maybe I'm going to die again today, is it me?

How good it would be if I died today, and I wouldn't have to suffer any sin. But she thought again, no, this is cultivation. Grandma firmly believes that it is not herself who dies, she closes her eyes, does not look at the ghost of the shadowy dead, she obeys all the accusations of the sports committee unreservedly, and carries all the crimes on her body, which makes the interest of the people who criticize her gradually fade from her, what is the point of torturing an old lady who admits everything?

As a result, the person who carried it to the end was whipped to death with a belt, and Grandma successfully escaped the danger. These experiences made her understand that faith is not held by slogans, but is the most secret and subtle existence in the heart.

Baozi muttered, "Don't use the hidden dragon in the Qiangua, and also see the dragon in the field, the benefit of the river, and the war dragon in the wild, its blood is yellow, until the flying dragon is in the sky, and the dragon has regrets." A true dragon, disguised as an insect when it is weak, sneaks into the fields and abysses, soars into the sky when it is strong, calls for wind and rain, does the right thing at the right time, and can bend and stretch is a real dragon".

Uncle Ershen said, "Baozi, your book is not in vain, I have always wanted to express this meaning, but I can't say it, yes, your grandma is a real dragon." She really can bend and stretch. ”

Uncle Nigami said that at the end of the conference, she always took the initiative to stay to clean up the venue and clean up, which made the organizers quite embarrassed. Grandma is illiterate, but she knows that the essence of her ancestors has been written into the book, and she can't let the children do it. With this reason, she picked out the unburned books of the conference, put them in her arms, and brought them home. Later, I became addicted to collecting books, and regardless of my dilapidated identity, I went to the paper mill to pull away the ancient books and classics that were about to be pulped, and even participated in the conference without her.

Grandma is a serious person. She was afraid of sitting on a jet and flashing her waist, pressing her legs and stretching at home every day, and made sufficient preparations, and her grandmother, who was nearly 70 years old, could ensure that the standing posture of the entire congress was standard and motionless, and her take-off posture could not even be compared with that of young people, and won the admiration of the revolutionary masses. As soon as the conference ended, she began to work again, looking for Zhou Yi, Chinese medicine and even popular science books in the ashes. Later, even the little soldiers begged and said, "Auntie, you really have no problem, we have a limited number of places, don't go on stage when you are old" But grandma is like an addiction to square dancing. It can be said that in terms of collecting ancient books, grandma is as addicted as a mouse moving a warehouse as she can steal and take as much as she can. After a long time, the side room of my grandmother's house turned out to be a small library, hiding the white scrolls of out-of-print ancient books and printing thousands of books. Whenever Uncle Ershen asked, why do you don't know how to read and collect so many books, Grandma always replied lightly, "You have future generations to read it." ”

Later people are buns.

Baozi is born to love reading, flipping through the dictionary to read ancient books is his best hobby, sometimes a look is a day, even the cabbage flower is shouting, "Oh buddy, there is not even a picture, how can there be a plainclothes policeman good-looking, tonight there will be a movie in the theater, accompany me, accompany me, accompany me..."

Although these ancient books can't subdue demons, they make Baozi's ancient literature level improve, and Baozi's father feels very gratified. The collector's edition of "Zhou Yi" and "The Emperor's Inner Classic" made Baozi proficient in the art of witch doctors, "Tui Bei Tu" and "Qimen Dunjia" made Baozi proficient in the science of prediction, and "Classic of Mountains and Seas" and "Thirty-six Techniques of Feng Shui" These ancient books that have long disappeared from the world are even more consistent. As the successor of the 21st century, Baozi has grown up little by little in a remote courtyard in the countryside, surrounded by ancient books and books.

In the early 80s, there were no tutorial classes and after-school meals, and the teaching carried out by Grandma in her spare time undoubtedly opened Baozi's eyes additionally. Baozi has always had more ink than other classmates, and he also speaks with the Tao, so he became the class president and became the dragon and phoenix among the two bars on his arm.