October is the busiest time of the year, busy with the joy of the autumn harvest, and it is said that those born in such a season are happy. Zi Hidden Pavilion

There was a family in the old village that was surrounded by a lot of people, both men and women, and I heard that the man of the family was going to give birth, and these were all friends of the man man. The men and women seemed to be more anxious than the man who had nothing to do, the doctor was the best in town, and had been invited to the house, and the pregnant woman had been in pain for two days and two nights, and it seemed that it was not yet the time for the little one in her belly to start.

The head of the household is surnamed Xia, and it is said that the four generations of his ancestors are from Hongcun, and his ancestral home is from Anhui. Their ancestors crossed the towering Tianmu Mountain Range, and fled here with their families in that chaotic time, and something happened to the third generation of the Xia family, that is, the generation of Xia Laoliu's sons.

What's the matter? The owner of this family originally had a son named Xia Yi, but somehow one year he encountered a strange thing on the other side of the mountain. This Xia Yi went to a ruins that are said to be ancient times, and the whereabouts of several people who went with him except for a rural Taoist priest named Cha Wenbin are still unknown.

Xia Yi, who was brought back by Cha Wenbin, was already out of breath at that time, and when the family saw that the only son was gone, they cried so badly, saying that when they were ready to handle the funeral for him, this person actually came back to life again, and the funeral guests who came to the funeral on the spot were so frightened that they fled in all directions.

Everyone will hear about this kind of corpse fraud from some folk tales, and I am afraid that there are very few people who have seen it with their own eyes. How could this Xia Yi cheat the corpse? What happens after the corpse? This has to start with the Taoist priest named Cha Wenbin.

The ancients believed that the place where people go after death is called the underworld, and we call the place of life the yang. Everything in the underworld is similar to the underworld, with laws, organizations, and financial concepts. An extremely special profession: the Taoist priest takes on the responsibility of being able to communicate and associate with the underworld. This profession, which was originally a combination of witchcraft and Taoism, was gradually developed and formed its own school, which is Taoism.

Just like we have 56 ethnic groups, there are also various sects in Taoism, they believe in their own cultivation rules, and have different rules and customs, but what remains unchanged is that they all say that they can pass through yin and yang, and can see ghosts and gods.

Whether there are ghosts or gods in this world, you ask me, I don't know, I can only say that maybe I have seen some strange things, experienced some strange things.

It is said that when I was born, I was different from others, and my mother broke me for a whole eleven months, of course, this story does not belong to me, but it is inextricably linked to me.

I don't believe in this thing in the past life, and I don't believe in the next life, I only believe in the present day. The beginning of the story is the same as before, and it still has to start with the general Hongcun.

Xia Lao Liu, that is, my grandfather, he has an only son originally named Xia Yi, and it is very strange that this name is now used on my head, which is said to be given by a Taoist priest. Lao Tzu's name is used on his son's head, which is unheard of, and it is estimated that I am the only one who has done such a great rebellion for 5,000 years.

Isn't it a bit winding? Let's start with the name.

I heard that my father's original name was "Xia Yi", and in the eighties he went to the other side of the mountain with a few fox friends and dog friends, where there is a village called Zhuangyuan Village. It is said that there is a three-story tomb in the river on the other side of the village, which is designed according to the appearance of Fuxi's gossip platform, and when I have the opportunity to go again, it is already a ruin and sinking to the bottom. It is said that in a major flood in the late 80s, the small island that had surfaced was washed away and never had the same glory again.

Why am I also called Xia Yi? It is said that I saved my father's life by using this name.

When my father was carried back, he was no longer angry, and the family was ready to mourn, but one of his Taoist friends didn't let him, and he didn't know what method was used, in short, my father cheated the corpse. Not only that, but he also lost his memory, and he can't remember a lot of the past events, except for a person named Shi Dangdang, he doesn't know anything else, which can make my grandparents anxious, isn't it "borrowing corpses to return souls"?

We don't know if it's borrowing the corpse to resurrect the soul, I only know that my father changed his name that year and changed it to "Xia Qiu Shi". He never left Houhong Village after changing his name, and a few years later married my mother, the daughter of a coffin shop owner, and then I was born.

About my origin should be innocent, but when I was named again, I used my father's former name: Xia Yi. This once made me a laughing stock of my peers when I was a child, this Lao Tzu and his son are both the same name, what kind of system, isn't this a mess? Later I learned that I had intended to be "sacrificed" in the first place.

There is an old Chinese saying that "the father pays the debt of the son", and maybe I came here to pay off my father's debt, at least in their eyes.

If there is one difference between me and others, it is that I have a birthmark the size of a "copper coin" on my chest, which I have been born with. In addition to these, I was able-bodied and not clumsy, and at the age of six I knew how to peek at my neighbor's big sister taking a shower, and when I was eight I almost set fire to my uncle's house......

"The avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, and people are one of them." I used to hear this sentence a lot when I was a child, and the person who spoke it was the person who named me, his name was Cha Wenbin. When I was about two or three years old, he used to come to my house, and I heard that he was a good friend of my father and had a deep affection, but that was only in the past, because my father had forgotten all about their past.

I was born the year after my father came back from the dead, because of this kind of thing in the family, my grandmother was busy giving him a family affair, which in the countryside is also called Chongxi. My father was also the No. 1 person back then, he went up and down the countryside, and went south to do a few years of reform, and he was a well-known 10,000-yuan household in his early twenties, which was very glorious in that era. Because after that incident, his father lost his memory, and he didn't even know who he was for a while, but fortunately, people are not stupid, and after more than a year of conditioning, they gradually began to recover some vitality.

My ancestors, probably my grandfather's generation, also believed in feng shui, and when it came to my grandfather's generation, they began to practice atheism, but in my generation, the desk was set up again in the house, and my grandfather, who had never believed in gods and ghosts, also began to burn incense and worship God. It's all because of my father.

There is such a saying: My father's soul has already reached the underworld, and it was the Taoist priest named Cha Wenbin who snatched him back from the hands of Hades. But the book of life and death has already understood the yang longevity of "Xia Yi", and the king of Hades can't change it, this life is innate, so they thought of a way to get another "Xia Yi" to give the king of Hades that errand. And this "Xia Yi" has to have a relationship with the original old "Xia Yi", so his son, that is, "me", became the ghost of the dead.

There is also a saying: Although my father's soul was recovered, he still lost a soul after all, so he lost his memory, and living in this world is equivalent to the walking dead. And the soul he lost was reincarnated again, reincarnated into "me", so "me" is the real "Xia Yi". In short, these two theories are circulated by the people in the village, each with its own basis, each with its own reason, anyway, in short: it seems that my birth was a tragedy from the beginning.

Medicine was almost a snack that accompanied me throughout my childhood, about half the time in the hospital and half at home. I've eaten all kinds of home remedies, what sparrow gall, what insects in the ashes, in short, some strange things will always be stuffed into my mouth in all kinds of coaxing by adults. On top of that, every day I drank a bowl of black rune soup: a rune written in cinnabar on yellow paper, which was then burned with water.

They said that my father and I were on the same life, one with glory and one with loss. But I was no different from my father than any other child, I feared him, and he seldom spoke to me, but looked at me from afar. When I was a child, I spent more time on my mother's back, and my understanding of the word "father" was just that the person with a tall back needed to chase for a lifetime.

Because of my background, because of those gossip. I've fought with others, I'm weak, I've basically been defeated, even if I see someone pressed to the ground and beaten, my father will just look at me coldly.

Cha Wenbin is different, every time he comes I know that something delicious is coming, he has a pair of children, but I have never met his wife, I heard that his wife used to live in my house. And he was able to be united to his wife, and I heard that it was also thanks to my father.

There are so many stories about them, and there are so many clues and scattered pasts that I only know from different people's mouths, and I piece them together one by one to make it look like a complete story. Some are absurd, some are legendary, and some are different from others.

"Each of us has to go through life and death, your father is no exception, and I will not be an exception, all five of us are, just like you, this is our destiny from the moment we are born." That's what Cha Wenbin told me, and he was probably the last of the five people to go through it. The older generation of "Xia Yi" slowly fell in the cold cave, and it is still a fog, who is lying? The yellowed photograph showed four young-looking young men, dressed with a special imprint of the times, one of whom was similar to me, and that person was my father. Now these four people have different fates, and there is a fifth person in Cha Wenbin's mouth, I heard that the man named Ye Qiu is a mysterious person, I have never seen him, but he has always been in my memory.

The story starts with this photo, I heard that it was because of this photo that my father, that is, the older generation of "Xia Yi", almost died in Huangquan......