Let's see it tomorrow Everyone, to be honest, I've been in poor health for the past two days, and I've only written less than a thousand words until now, and I can't do it today. I'm doing this now, first, to prevent piracy, and second, to prevent fines, which is the real purpose of my experiment. To be honest, I only have fifty or sixty yuan a day for manuscript fees, and no one else earns much from sweeping the road, and I will be fined more than 70 yuan if I stop for a day, and I have to support my wife and children, so I really can't stand it. I can guarantee that the number of words in the revised body tomorrow will definitely be more than the current number of words, and you will definitely not suffer. In fact, it is redundant to write the above words, I know that if I don't write the above, you will also understand me, thank you friends.

    Ancestral ghost hunters, tell me about the real experience of my ancestors and me.

     Friends, my name is Liu Huanghe, a little behind in my seventies, my family lives by the Yellow River, because of the lack of water in my life, my father gave me such a name at will.

     What about me, I've been on the Internet for many years, because of my ancestral sideline, I like to read some ghost stories on the Internet, what ghost hunters, Maoshan Taoist priests or something, it's very exciting, some stories are told about gods, story characters or something, and the writing is also very good, but there is one point, many of those stories are exaggerated, Taoist priests I don't know, those folk exorcism and ghost catchers, I know too well, because our family has been doing this for generations from our ancestors, In fact, the thing of exorcising evil spirits and catching ghosts is not as divine as what is written in the book, and those of us who exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts are not so capable.

    We are actually ordinary people, but also ordinary people, it can be said that a lifetime of nameless mixed in the crowd, every day also have to worry about firewood, rice, oil and salt, exorcism and catch ghosts, are sideline business, can not be eaten, sometimes because of some rules, Taoism, can not collect money, just with people to burn paper and incense or something, after going home to burn and worship it will be over, many times are obligatory help, at best mixed with wine and drink.

    In my grandmother's words, helping others is equivalent to accumulating yin virtue for oneself and the whole family.

    These things in our family have actually wanted to write for a long time, but I have been pressed by my grandmother in the past, and she didn't let me write. In the second lunar month of this year, my grandmother passed away at the age of 96, and now there is no one to press, alas......

    I belong to the intergenerational transmission, my dad can't do it at all, he doesn't learn, these things I know now, all of them are passed on to me by my grandmother, my grandma's skills, my grandfather passed it on to her, it should have been passed on to my grandfather, but my grandfather was born with a little physical problem, I can't learn this, my grandfather has no choice but to pass it on to my grandmother.

     Here I must explain that my grandma and my grandfather are set to be doll relatives, grandma grew up in our family, from the age of nine with my grandfather to learn this, my grandma is very smart, fifteen years old, twenty years old, is the most outstanding one in our family.

    I heard my grandmother say that my grandfather broke the rules several times when he was young, and the retribution came to my grandfather, who was born with birth defects.

    Anyway, I don't know if it's a bad rule to write these things on the Internet, and there is no such thing in the taboos that my grandmother told me. However, I am also a big man, what can be said and what cannot be said, I know very well in my heart, there are some things that cannot be said, and I will not say it until I die, let alone write it here.

    Actually, I wrote this for two purposes, one is to record some exorcism anecdotes of my ancestors and me, and it is best for someone to help me publish a book and leave it to my children and grandchildren; The second is to uncover the mystery of our people, not to ask others to understand, but to restore the real life of those folk ghost hunters.

    I think we have to start from the beginning, starting with how our family eats this bowl of rice.

    Let's push the time forward, to my great-grandfather's generation, great-grandfather, that is, grandpa's grandfather. Our family started this business from my great-grandfather's generation. These are all things I heard from my grandmother when I was a child, and I did a little tidying up here.

    My great-grandfather's name was Liu Yi, and at the age of fifteen he began to work as a captain at the Yellow River ferry in Yanjin County. At that time, the Yellow River was watery, and there was no bridge on the river, so merchants and freight logistics relied on ferries by boats. My great-grandfather used to prop up his own canopy boat, which was mainly used to ferry people, but sometimes he would help people carry a small amount of cargo in order to earn a few more copper plates.

    1847, that is, the twenty-seventh year of Daoguang of the Qing Dynasty, the year of Ding Wei. My great-grandfather was twenty years old.

    It was a day at the beginning of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, dog days, the weather was very hot, and the scorching sun in the sky shone in the river like a brazier, and the river was boiling.

    At noon that day, when there were no guests, my grandfather parked the boat in a slow water area near the ferry, took out the fire that his mother had made for him in the morning, and drank water and ate it.

    Just halfway through the fire, a little old man in his fifties came to the shore. The old man shouted to the river from afar, Fu Gong, Fu Gong.

    As we all know, there are many taboos about running boats on the water, we call the boat here "Fu Gong", Fu homonym "float", the meaning of floating, the guest shouts the "Fu Gong" of the boat, it is the honorific title of the captain, and it is also considered to be an auspicious picture for yourself, sitting on the boat is like being blessed by the lucky star, and will not make trouble on the water to hand over bad luck.

    My great-grandfather ferryed in the Yellow River is not the only one, there are many people on both sides of the river like my great-grandfather who make a living by ferrying, at this time there are five or six caravans parked on the shore, those caravans see that there is business, they have rowed towards the old man, my great-grandfather at this time also hurried three mouthfuls to eat the fire, and supported the boat over.

    Because my grandfather's boat was the farthest away from the old man, it was preempted by several other boats. Grandfather Gao saw that he couldn't take this business, and when he was disappointed, he wanted to row the boat back.

    At this time, the first few boats left one after another, and I don't know why, maybe because the price can't be negotiated, or maybe there are other reasons, looking at them like that, one is faster than the other to leave, as if they can't avoid it.

    When my grandfather saw it, he didn't think much about it, but he felt that he still had hope, and immediately came to his senses, exerted all his strength, and rowed the boat to the old man.

    At this time, other ships have been scattered on the nearby shore, and the Fu Gong in the boat should rest and rest, eat and eat, and look like they are not optimistic about the old man's business, and even sneered.

    Grandfather felt strange at this time, and his heart flickered, but the boat had already rowed to the old man's side, so he had to ask, and before Grandpa Gao could speak, the old man spoke first.

    The old man's eyes were red and he was crying. The old man said, "This blessed master, this blessed master, help me, I beg you, please beg you......"

    Hearing the old man say this, my great-grandfather was a little confused, so he asked the old man, "Daya, do you want to cross the river?" "Daya, is our dialect here, which is the meaning of uncle.

    The old man cried and said, "Hey, cross the river, cross the river with my children." "A lump, that is, together, together. The old man meant to cross the river with his son.

    When the grandfather heard this, he looked left and right at the riverbank, and there was no one on the riverbank, just the old man, who felt very strange, and asked the old man, "Daye, your child, why are you alone?" ”

    The old man cried completely at this time, and said while crying: "I am dead, I cut off my head for Futai, I am here to collect his body and pinch it, I want to take the child back to my hometown." ”

    In 1847, that is, the twenty-seventh year of Daoguang of the Qing Dynasty, the situation was turbulent, internal and external troubles, Tsarist Russia was eyeing the tiger, the British emperor forcibly rented and occupied, and the people of the whole country were struggling to make a living, and at the same time, many anti-Qing organizations appeared throughout the country, such as the Qinglian Sect, the Heaven and Earth Society, the Bangbang Society, the God Worship Society (Taiping Heavenly Kingdom) and so on. Of course, these are not things that my great-grandfather could understand, he only knew that he honestly supported the boat on the river every day to earn a living.

    Later, my great-grandfather heard from the old man that his son was suspected of being a member of the Bangbang Society, and after the trial in the three halls of Weihui Mansion, he was sentenced to be executed. My great-grandfather didn't know what a "bangbanghui" was, but he knew that the old man's son had beheaded the old man and died unjustly.

    My great-grandfather was soft-hearted, so he promised the old man to send their father and son across the river, and the old man thanked him a thousand times, saying that his son's body was placed in Xiaomaozhuang, five miles away, and asked my great-grandfather to wait for him on the shore for an hour, and then go back to find someone to carry his son's body over.

    My great-grandfather was also too sincere, just because he had a promise with the old man first, he would no longer take other people's business, so he parked the boat on the shore and waited.

     waited from noon until the sky was dark, during which time there was no business, and I waited in vain, that is, I waited in vain for an afternoon. Just when my great-grandfather estimated that the old man could not come today and was about to call it a day, the old man led a few people and carried a large coffin to meet the twilight.

    The great grandfather chuckled when he saw the big coffin, he originally thought that the body of the old man's son was wrapped in a straw mat, but he didn't expect it to be in the coffin.

    In our place, carrying a coffin on the boat is a taboo to run the river, touching the dragon king's moldy head, saying that the dragon lord is under the water, and he doesn't like to press the coffin on the top of his head, and he will definitely be angry and lift the coffin into the water. Especially like this coffin that has buried the dead, it is even more terrible, we call it a solid coffin here. "Solid core" things, generally put in the river is a "sinking", the omen is very bad, very unlucky, at this time plus the sky is late, running on the Yellow River at night is also very dangerous, my great-grandfather wanted to push off this business.

    The old man saw that my great-grandfather was about to retreat at this time, and he knelt down directly for my great-grandfather with a "poof", and begged my great-grandfather with a handful of snot and tears. The old man said that it was too hot, and that his son's body had already been decomposed, that is, it was rotting, and if he had not been sent home and buried earlier, it would have rotted on the road.

    The older generation of people pay attention to the roots, no matter where they are in life, they must be buried back to their hometown after death, which is called the soul returning to their hometown. If the corpse rots on the road, the soul of the person will become a lonely ghost, wandering forever in a foreign land.