Lai Zongming, my father.

According to his dictation, he is a branch of a branch of the Dao Sect, a disciple of the tenth generation, which is really complicated enough.

My dad said that there are only a few disciples in their current generation when their sect has developed, and there may be less than five people in China. They take it as their mission to subdue demons and subdue demons and protect the peace of Shijie. Demons and demons have never been seen, but they can clean up one or two lonely ghosts in three days. This is enough to make him proud, bragging and getting carried away. Due to their age, the essence of most of their sect's exercises has long been lost. Among the most experienced in this generation, his senior brother, Lu Shanhe, is a native of Haoshan River. He is also the head disciple of their sect and the future head of the sect.

Since I was a child, I have heard him tell the story of several brothers studying art together, to be exact, he and his senior brother Lu Shanhe. In addition to his senior brother, the other three senior brothers, he has only met once or twice, and he has never met again after more than 20 years.

My dad's hometown was in a ravine and living conditions were difficult, and if he hadn't insisted on coming out, in my dad's words, "I'm probably still picking up dog shit now." "Seriously, I never knew weishenme was going to pick up shit. Can't you pick up cow, or even human?

In the 70s, when my father was ten years old, a group of people from the village came to the village, including intellectuals, cadres, and so on. There are three of them, I must mention. One of the little girls came with his father, this little girl's name is Li Xuexin, the name is not important, the important thing is that without her, there would be no me. Yes, she is my dear old lady. That year, she was nine years old.

The second person is a little more fierce, my father's master, the Taoist number, the wild donkey Taoist. I often can't help but laugh, donkey donkey, still wild donkey. Whenever I said this, my dad would slap me in the face and make me scream. My dad said that what he admired most in his life was Master, not only for teaching him art, but more importantly, for saving my mother's life. (I'll talk about this later)

The third is my dad's eldest brother, Lu Shanhe. He's not here to cut the line, and he's not here to play soy sauce. He followed his master after him. I have been living in the mountains near my father's village, and I spent less than a day building a grass hut for three years. He was eighteen years old, and no one knew where his parents were, where his home was, or what the situation was at home. Later, my father also asked my master about these things, but he never explained them.

This is fate, the relatives and brothers of the father's generation got together in the context of such an era.

At that time, the secretary of the village branch was quite awesome, and Chairman Mao's quotations never left him. As soon as the group of people talked about something irrelevant to the ball, they shouted Long live Chairman Mao, as expressionless as a ghost, and looked at the sky at forty-five degrees. This awesome character is my grandfather. Ever since I was sensible, I have been thinking about two questions: First, grandpa doesn't know a few big words, what is the use of this quotation? Second, since you don't know a few big characters, how did you become this secretary. It turns out that no culture is not necessarily unenlightened. It shows that my grandfather is a highly conscious person.

This group of people who went to the countryside to cut the queue were under the direct leadership of my grandfather, and they had to do what they were told to do, and what if they didn't? Hmph, I will beat you with a small report, put on small shoes for you, don't let you eat, and let you survive and not die (now when you meet this kind of person, you will not be killed, but you will also be drowned in saliva). Among this group of people, the only ones he didn't provoke were my master and my grandfather.

The reason why I don't dare to offend my master is very simple, my master and uncle are there every day staring at my master, lest my master be wronged in the slightest. Due to the unknown route of the master, the grandfather organized the people in the village to go into the mountains to encircle and suppress the master more than once or twice, and Zuihou also asked the public security comrades in the district to help, but he was never able to catch the master. The day before, he just demolished his thatched house, and the next day it was built in the same location, and now it is a typical nail household, or a nail household that the city management has no tricks for, and it is built faster than demolished, what can you do with him? In those years, you didn't need to check any ID card, you only looked at the background, looked at the composition, in the countryside, no one asked so much. Later, he slowly stopped caring about him, and acquiesced to him living in the mountains, and the villagers in the village greeted him warmly when they saw the master uncle, and sent him some fruits and vegetables from time to time. After coming and going, the master will distribute the game he hunted in the mountains to the people in the village. Although I haven't seen him since I'm so old, it's like I've been friends with him for a long time. The image he gave me was just four words, fierce and kind.

Later, I heard from my grandfather that my master, who had never met before, was born a hunter. Half a year after the educated youths came, one day my grandfather went into the mountains to collect firewood, humming "On the Golden Mountain of Beijing" in his mouth, not to mention a little more comfortable, jumping forward and stepping forward. After going deep into the mountain, I was a little tired, so I thought about finding a place to rest my feet for a while, looked left and right, and found a hornet's nest in the tree in front of me. My grandfather couldn't see this thing since he was a child, so he had to set a fire to drive away the wasps, take out the bee chrysalis and honey, and he couldn't eat meat twice a month in those years. Honey may not be rare now, but it was too precious in those years, not to mention bee chrysalis, which is now a few hundred dollars a serving in restaurants.

After the excited grandfather tied a big torch and lit it, he went up with a small jump, and just got under the tree to prepare to set fire, took a step forward, stepped into the air, and planted it into a deep pit.

Grandpa scolded, who is so lacking in virtue in dog days? Dig such a deep pit, ** use it as a grave for yourself?

It doesn't matter who dug the pit for, the important thing is that grandpa can't get out, it's useless to say anything.

Scolding and scolding, grandpa thought, it's better to save some strength, so he yelled "Help!" ”。 From the afternoon to the evening, from shouting to moaning. After shouting too hard and being highly nervous, the person collapsed a little. At the critical moment, the master appeared.

He found a straw rope made of straw from the grass hut and tied it to his waist, then pulled him out and put his dislocated right ankle back in place. From that day on, Grandpa regarded the master as a member of the village. It was much later that he learned that the pit, which was nearly five meters deep, had been dug by the master and had not yet been completed, and that there would have been several upright sharpened bamboo tubes inside, which in itself was a trap for bears, and the hornet's nest in the tree was the bait. Grandpa was lucky and became a shiyan product once. Later, there will be obvious signs near the traps and traps made by the master to prevent accidental injury to the villagers. Grandpa later learned that Master Bo was not only a hunter but also a ghost hunter.

is such a fierce man, he doesn't dare to raise his head in front of the master, he is serving tea and pouring water, and the farm work arranged by the village for the master is all done by the master alone. What is Shigong doing? During the day, he pinched his fingers and schemed, and at night he looked at the sky and observed the stars.

It stands to reason that this day is quite comfortable, but my father said that he has never seen him smile since the day his master came, and his face is full of sadness all day long, sighing, and his expression of worrying about the country and the people has never changed. It may be similar to the expression I had when I finished watching "2012".

The second person my grandfather didn't provoke was my grandfather, and he mainly had compassion. He saw that his grandfather was a weak scholar with a little girl, working during the day, and reading and writing at night until late at night, and he also had some admiration in addition to sympathy. In those years, the standard of living was low, there was not enough food and clothing, my mother was a model representative of malnutrition at that time, and the nine-year-old girl was less than a meter tall, so thin that she was skinny, and it was distressing to see it. Grandpa saw that this father and daughter were pitiful, and would quietly send ten or eight eggs to his grandfather every week, so that his father and daughter could make up for their bodies.

Uncle Grandpa would occasionally bring some game to my grandfather, and my mother's health gradually improved, and later she was much better than when she was in the city.

But it didn't take long for a big problem to happen. This trouble found my mother.

One day, the weather was crisp, and the farm work in the field was already done. Grandpa left a few people who usually like to be lazy to go to the field to do the finishing work, and everyone else gave a day off to go into the city to visit relatives and buy something or something.

My grandfather took my mom to sketch in the field, and when I passed by a cemetery, my mom wanted to urinate. What would she have to worry about when she was less than nine years old but to find a place that no one could see? This is where the trouble arises, and the place where she pees happens to be a lonely grave. It doesn't matter who is buried in the grave, the important thing is that the owner of the grave has been ghostly, coming out twice in three days to scare passers-by, and then playing a ghost to hit the wall, so that people have been in the same place from night to dawn. In my grandfather's words, this consciousness is too low. This was considered a bad style at the time, but it was not a big evil, and if there was time to catch it and let the party and the people educate it, it was estimated that they would still be able to change their past wrongs.

Besides, my mother, her behavior is a big taboo. As the saying goes, if you don't believe it, you can't be disrespectful. At that time, my grandfather didn't pay attention, and if he found out, I believe that he, who has some higher education, will also stop it in time. That's how it happened, this wild ghost entangled my mother, I think it's going to be this grudge!

After returning home, my mother made a strange mistake and kept spinning in circles, and at first my grandfather thought it was normal for children to play in circles, so he didn't care. Later, people fainted and fell to the ground, rolling their eyes and foaming at the mouth, and my grandfather realized that the problem was really serious and frightened.

The next day, my lovely mother woke up from her bed and went straight down to the ground and spun around, saying gibberish as she went.

The news soon spread: Xue Xin had hit an evil spirit.

It doesn't matter if something goes wrong, because someone can solve it, and there are only three people who can solve it. My dad (it was an accident), my father, and my uncle.