"Feng Yuan, you must remember that your surname is Ma, and your name is Ma Xiaoyuan."

The words that my grandmother had been saying rang in my ears again, and my sleepy eyes beat with a thick tiredness, and I woke up from my sleep again.

My name is Feng Yuan, Feng Yuxiang's Feng, the source of the left and right. Ever since I was a child, my grandmother has always instilled a sentence in my ear, that is, my surname is Ma, and my name is Ma Xiaoyuan.

I was raised by my grandparents all my life, and my grandparents depended on each other. I've never met my parents, and I still don't know what they look like.

My hometown is in a very remote and remote mountain village in Xiangxi, called Xiwang Village, and there is a village called Dongwang Village opposite it. The green mountains and green waters, the bells and forests are beautiful, and it has the euphemism and humidity of the typical Jiangnan temperature.

I spent my beautiful and happy childhood here, and I still think about it as much happier than my peers. I have to open the door of my hometown to see the mountains, and I can play with my friends in the mountains when I have nothing to do, or climb the big trees in the mountains to pick wild fruits, or take a cool bath in the mountain streams, or catch frogs in the green fields with fishing rods, or dig snails in the pond full of lotus flowers. In almost every corner of my hometown, there are laughter and laughter of my friends and me.

I vividly remember living with my grandparents until I was ten years old. When I was a little grandmother, I taught me a lot of metaphysical yin and yang feng shui and other knowledge that others would not believe, and also taught her to memorize a lot of messy spells. When I was young and ignorant, I didn't know what the metaphysical yin and yang feng shui techniques I learned and the messy spells I memorized were, but at that time, as long as my grandmother said it, I would remember it, and I remembered it very firmly.

When I was ten years old, I was taken to live in the city by my aunt and uncle. That's when I realized that I was an orphan and that my parents were both killed in a car accident when I was two years old while I was on my way to the city to buy clothes. And my grandparents grew up with hard work, a handful of and a handful of urine.

I haven't seen my grandfather and grandmother since. Only my uncle went back alone during the Spring Festival every year, and even my aunt never went back once.

I remember when I graduated from junior high school at the age of 16 and was admitted to the provincial key high school with excellent results, I begged my uncle to take me back to my hometown, I thought that I would be moved by my uncle to take me back to my hometown with my excellent grades and strong filial piety, but my uncle quickly refused, not only did he not give a reason, but also warned me very seriously not to mention the matter of returning to my hometown in the future, otherwise he would send me abroad to study. I was so scared that I never spoke about it again.

As I grew older, I was admitted to a prestigious university in another place, and I left Xiwang Village completely. The outside world is really colorful, the bright streets, the cars and the hazy and sweet first love and the irresistible novel instantly attracted me, I gradually forgot my grandparents in Xiwang Village, and I began to really become a person, a man who wandered freely in society.

After graduating from university, I came to Shenzhen to work and looked for many companies, but I couldn't find a suitable one. Later, I joined an online company as a low-level copy editor. Although this job is very low-grade, I have a lot of free time, and this free time has become the carrier for me to serialize novels on the Internet. I started writing novels while working, and although I didn't have an income, it was kind of entertaining myself.

I thought my life was going to be like this, but it wasn't until I got a call from my uncle that morning that the trajectory of my life changed dramatically. It was my uncle's first call to me in five years. On the other end of the phone, my uncle's voice was very choked, he kept sighing, and told me for a long, long time that my grandmother was no longer good, and hoped that I would rush back as soon as possible to see her old man for the last time.

Sitting on the train back to my hometown, bored. Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery outside the car window, the old things buried in the depths of my brain were slowly awakened.

I wasn't picked up from my hometown by my uncle and aunt in Xiwang Village for no reason, but the day before my uncle came to Xiwang Village to pick me up, my grandmother had an accident.

I clearly remember the day of the accident was the Qingming Festival in 2000. That day, I couldn't stand the flickering of my childhood friends Chen Mo and Lin Hai, so I followed Chen Mo's father Chen Weiguo up the mountain to hunt game, and we didn't come back from the mountain until the evening. When I went down the mountain, I found my grandfather sitting in front of the arch of the arch in Xiwang Village waiting for me, his expression was very solemn, his eyes were full of tears, and his eyes were looking at me blankly.

When my grandfather got closer, he took me in his arms, and he burst into tears, and tears fell on the back of my head. I was scared, I never saw him cry.

Later, I found out that it was my grandmother who had an accident.

As soon as I entered the door, I found many people in Xiwang Village gathered in the courtyard, all with gloomy faces, whispering something. Walking further into the upper room, I found that the upper room was also full of people, and it was all respected old people in the village. Their faces were strange, their expressions were even solemn, as if they had encountered a very terrifying and frightening thing.

And when I looked up, I saw that my grandmother was tied to a wooden bed, and she was struggling, muttering something that was difficult for outsiders to understand. Her appearance was also very terrifying, she had changed her kind demeanor in the past, her hair was scattered, her eyes were wide open, her eyeballs were covered with red bloodshots, and her mouth was full of white foam. The struggle of her limbs was desperate, as if it was not the hemp rope that bound her, but the cow ghost and snake god in the Yama shop.

I saw the right hand of the most prestigious old man in the village on the wrist of my grandmother's right hand, and thoughtfully checked my grandmother's pulse. His name is Chen Laoqi, and he is a highly respected miracle doctor in Xiwang Village. The people in Xiwang Village are looking for him for treatment, and he is extremely good at taking the pulse. But this time, he couldn't tell what kind of illness my grandmother was suffering from.

Chen Laoqi sighed solemnly and said, "It's difficult, it's difficult, is it really alas?"

Another old woman who was a little younger than him next to Chen Laoqi shouted: "I said Brother Chen, don't take the pulse, in my opinion, Xilian is a 'ghost'!" Yes, it's the 'ghost body', it's—"

As soon as the old woman said this, the onlookers next to her suddenly looked at each other, looked at each other with dull eyes, and there was an uproar in an instant. Many people also echoed: "Yes, it's a ghost, do it according to the old rules, do it according to the old rules!" As they spoke, they raised their fists as if they were taking an oath.

Chen Laoqi glanced at everyone, did not speak, and did not pay attention to them. He took out a few silver needles from the satchel around his waist, and pierced a few silver needles on the top of his grandmother's head, forehead, waist and abdomen, and then the grandmother, who was tied up and struggling desperately, gradually stopped.

"Brother Chen, you have to be responsible for everyone!" The old woman beside Chen Laoqi kept thinking in Chen Laoqi's ears, I know her, she is a famous god stick in Dongwang Village, and the people of Xiwang Village and Dongwang Village call her Meng Po.

Meng Po seemed to be very dissatisfied with Chen Laoqi's medical skills and behavior, even if the grandmother in the bed stopped a lot, she still kept nagging in Chen Laoqi's ear.

Chen Laoqi still ignored Meng Po.

At this time, in the crowd, several elderly people and women suddenly stood up, and one of them, a silver-haired and energetic old man, said to Chen Laoqi: "I said Brother Chen, I respect you before I call you big brother, you can't joke with the lives of the people in Dongwang Village and Xiwang Village, Xilian, she is a ghost, you have to follow the old rules, otherwise the population and livestock of Dongwang Village and Xiwang Village will suffer!" ”

Mr. Chen still ignored these people, and he was still concentrating on my grandmother's treatment.

I also know the talented old man, it is Chen Tianding of Xiwang Village. Chen Tianding, 64 years old this year, is a well-known god stick in Xiwang Village. It's just that Chen Tianding's magic stick is different from Meng Po's magic stick, Meng Po is running all over the world to see feng shui and survey for the purpose of people, while Chen Tianding stays at home all day long, chanting scriptures and reciting scriptures to the statues, and sometimes telling some beautiful mythological stories to the children in the village. I have a much better impression of him than Meng Po.

"If you still don't give an explanation, I'll call Guodong and come over, and he will make a decision." Chen Tianding's face was bruised, and his speed of speech was extremely stern. In my impression, this is the first time I have seen Chen Tianding have such a big fire, and the "Guodong" in his mouth is his son Chen Guodong, the village chief of Xiwang Village.

Chen Tianding waited for Chen Laoqi for a while, and when he saw that Chen Laoqi still ignored him, he scolded angrily, turned around and was about to go out. At this time, a rickety and thin figure suddenly flew out of the crowd, kneeling in front of Chen Tianding and hugging Chen Tianding's thigh.

I took a closer look and found that this slender figure was my grandfather, and he was crying and crying: "Brother Tianding, you wait, wait." Xilian was already frail and sickly, and she was sick. Definitely not a ghost, definitely not" Grandpa knew that if grandma was identified as a ghost, she would suffer a lot, and she died very miserably, he didn't want grandma to suffer in vain, and kept begging Chen Tianding.

Chen Tianding stopped talking, sighed, helped his grandfather up, and said, "I said Lao Feng, don't do this, we don't want to deal with it like this, have you forgotten what happened back then?" Have you forgotten how your daughter and son-in-law died? We can't let this tragedy happen again! ”

Grandpa wanted to refute Chen Tianding's words, but he didn't know where to start, so he was speechless for a while, turned his head and fell on Chen Laoqi's body, asking Chen Laoqi for help.