"The edge of the sword comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold!" Ancestral ghost hunters, tell me about the real experience of my ancestors and me.

Writing here, the experience of the previous generations of my ancestors is basically finished, and then there is my experience.

That's right, the child who was carried to the grave by my grandmother was me, and I was the one who caused the tree in the yard to bloom overnight.

I was born at dawn, and with the warmth of the morning light, I gave this declining family of ghost hunters a new day, a new beginning, and a new reincarnation......

At that time, my grandmother pinched the hour of my birth and said to my father, "This child is short of water, so he must have a name for water." ”

When my father heard this, he said, "Don't you always say that our hometown is by the Yellow River, let's call this boy the Yellow River." ”

From that moment on, the Yellow River became my name, the big name Liu Huanghe.

Preface:

In my little life, Liu Huanghe, in fact, there is not much difference from you, going to school, working, getting married, and having children, the only difference is that I accepted the inheritance of this ghost-hunting family, and since the day I was born, I have taken on the mission. Of course, my mission is not to maintain world peace, but simply to pass on this profession that has fallen into the point of being almost despised by people. Like my grandmother said, you can't call it off the incense.

However, after going through a lot of things, I realized that this profession is not so good, and I can't be a hero who saves the world. On the contrary, in addition to hardship, it is bitter, and occasionally, you can also see the life and death of others, cycle cause and effect, and retribution.

In the face of all this, all I can do is reconcile them, not reverse, like flowing water, you can only change the direction of the flow, but you can't stop it from flowing.

For a while, I was discouraged, and my grandmother told me that one day, I would carry forward this profession and that I would far surpass any generation of my ancestors. I've been thinking about my grandmother's words until now, is that true? She's not lying to me, is she? She's not afraid I'll do it, right?

I dropped out of school before graduating from junior high school, and after dropping out, I had the whim to record all these things about my ancestors and write a biography. Later, I started writing in my diary, probably at the age of sixteen, until the eve of my wedding. Over the years, I have written more than 40 books in total, which record in detail the experience of each of our ancestors, all kinds of evil things, strange things, and some on-site handling methods, emergency methods, various taboos, etc., etc., and so on, and more than 40 diaries, one-third of them are my own experiences, almost all my experiences before I got married, including my emotional experience of vows and alliances, and in the end, I broke my liver and intestines. Compared with my father's experience, my father was much luckier than me!

Unfortunately, none of these diaries are now gone. Just a few days before I got married, a large group of my friends, almost all of them my age, came to congratulate me, and at that time, in the new house where my wife and I were about to get married, a large group of people were all drunk and finally slept in my new house.

I was also drunk that day. By the time I woke up the next day, some of my friends had already left. The diaries are in the bedside table of the new house.

At that time, because I was about to get married, the family was very busy, and I didn't care, but two or three months after I got married, my wife asked me what were the ones on the bedside table, and I said that I was recording the experience of my ancestors for several generations. My wife said, I didn't see your ancestor's experience, I saw your experience, it turns out that your emotional experience is quite rich. I said in my heart, there are so many diaries, why did I happen to show my wife those feelings I had experienced in the past.

When I opened the bedside table, I saw that there were only two of the more than 40 diaries, and the remaining two had nothing to do with ghosts and gods, they were all my personal emotional experience, that is, my own love story. The most unfortunate thing is that my wife has already finished reading it, not to mention the embarrassment at that time, I really want to find a crack to get into. In the end, my wife set me on fire and burned the only two diaries that were left.

Later, I thought about it carefully, I must have drunk too much that night, and the diary was taken away by my friends, and they still picked it up, and they all knew about my emotional experiences, and it didn't make any sense to look at them again, so they took all my other ones away and read them as ghost stories.

At that time, there were more than a dozen people, so I asked them one by one, but no one admitted it, so I could only tell them that the techniques written in it, and some taboo things, should not be tested out of curiosity, and you will be unlucky if you don't get it. My friends all said, I really didn't take it, how could I test it if I didn't take it.

In the face of their answers, I have no way at all, whether they took it or not, to be honest, I am not sure now.

That Chen Hui Dao Chang, in the past, I taught some charms to control theft, after drawing the charms, reciting the spell, can make the thief a headache, I wanted to try it at the time, so that I can know that it was my friend who took the diary, but I still gave up, I committed a big taboo to use spells to harm people, the first rule in the ancestral training is not allowed to harm people, and the charm is not our own family. Besides, it's still my own friends who are harming, and in the end, I think about it, just take it, as long as they're okay.

It's just that I have worked hard to write a diary for more than ten years, and it is so inexplicably gone, I really feel that it is a pity. Many of my ancestors' experiences have disappeared from my mind along with those lost diaries, and some of them are now only words when I think about them.

Writing to the present, all of them have been recorded in my diary in the past, and all of them are more impressive to me. There are more than 800,000 words, only my father's relationship with Ru Zhenzhen is not in the diary, which I added extra.

I'm sorry.,Writing about my father and Ru Zhenzhen in the past two days.,It's really a bit lost my soul to write.,Writing a preface is so long-winded at once.,I guess some friends have already read it impatient.,Then let's get back to the point.,The preface ends.。

Here is the text:

After I was born, the relationship between my parents has improved a lot, mainly because I was very crying when I was a child, and when I cried, I would blush and have a thick neck.

The two of them may have made sins, and they actually gave birth to such a crying child. In my mother's words, no matter how bad it is, you are also the flesh that fell from your body, and you must not be thrown to the ground and killed. My parents, as for their arguments, spent all their time arguing with me.

At this time, my grandmother finally breathed a sigh of relief, although this small one could still toss than the two big ones, she slept vigorously during the day, cried vigorously at night, and the neighbors who cried came to knock on the door in the middle of the night. I cried as if I didn't want to come to this world.

Once, I couldn't stand my father's crying and wanted to go back to Rose Spring. My grandmother said, what is the child afraid of crying, this is what he should do.

Twelve days after I was born, I "ate noodles", and there were many guests in the house, most of whom were friends of my father. The last time the blind Chen came to our house was the day my parents got married, he was a matchmaker, and he didn't even take a gift, so he ate and drank for nothing and wiped his mouth and left. This time, it was not bad, his wife came with him, and the two of them brought twenty eggs.

At that time, twenty eggs were a lot, and as we are now twelve days old, we have only a piece of cloth, half a basket of white flour, and twenty eggs.

In the past, it was a small rattan basket, which had a small capacity, two or three catties of white flour, seven or eight eggs, and a small basket of flower cloth. Nowadays, bamboo baskets are generally used, with a layer of newspaper underneath, half a basket of white noodles, eggs on the white surface, and a flower cloth on top.

This is an old tradition inherited from the old society, in the past, poor, tearing cloth is to make clothes for children, egg white noodles, even ordinary people can take out a little precious object, you let them take a piece of pork, they will definitely not be able to take it. Egg white noodles are for the confinement of the child's mother.

My grandmother, seeing that the blind Chen and the two actually came over, unexpectedly asked the blind Chen to calculate a hexagram for me, the blind Chen didn't ask my birthday, took me into his arms, looked at me for a while, smiled, and said to my grandmother: "This son is not a thing in the pool after all, just waiting for the spring thunder to roar in the sky." ”

When my grandmother heard this, she was overjoyed, because her grandson was not a "thing in the pool" and could "roar in the sky". My grandmother said that there is no hexagram that should not be fulfilled, and the Tao that Lao Huaixian gave him, the words that came out of his mouth were particularly accurate!

Is it accurate? Say I'm not a thing in the pool, just waiting for the spring thunder to roar in the sky? Where is the spring thunder? Why am I still a fish?

I see that Chen Blind is an old fellow, and the hexagram he calculated for me is just nonsense, coaxing my grandmother to be happy. Until now, I have not seen his hexagram come true, although my grandmother recited it to me before she took her last breath.

Fast forward to 1982, when I was three years old. In early summer, unexpectedly, my mother became pregnant again.

This makes my grandmother feel a little incredible, because the family has been passed down for several generations, but I didn't expect to have two children when I came to my father, is it true that the fate of the family is going to change?

My grandmother was so happy again, even happier than when my mother was pregnant with me.

At the beginning of February in 1983, my mother gave birth again, and after another transformation, my mother gave birth to a chubby younger brother.

My brother was born bigger than the average baby, weighing eight pounds, and he didn't cry when he was born, he slept with a huff, at first he thought it was a dead child, and the midwife lifted his legs upside down and slapped him on the ass twice, but he still didn't cry, but my brother opened his eyes and looked at the midwife, which scared the midwife.

At this point, our Liu family is finally not a single line, my dad has given birth to two sons, and my grandma has two grandchildren!

However, when my brother was half a year old, my mother noticed that her own two children were not the same as other people's children, and it was clear that there was something wrong with them. What's the problem, my brother can't cry, and I, I can't laugh.

I couldn't see my problem when I was a child, the bigger it is, the more I can see it, no matter how adults tease, they just don't laugh, and when they are in a hurry, they will only cry.

My grandmother showed my brothers, mainly for me, but she didn't see any results, and she couldn't figure out why I couldn't laugh, and when she asked someone else to see me, no one else could see why.

Finally, my mom asked my grandma, and my grandma said to my mom, "No way, this is their fate!" ”