Three years have passed in a flash, and under the guidance of my master, my father has practiced all kinds of basic exercises of the sect to a small level, and only the talent of the heavenly eye cannot be sent and received freely. He was just a teenager who was not yet thirteen years old.

At the beginning of '73, the province came to the document. This was the end of Master's career in the countryside. Also leaving were my father's future father-in-law and wife.

My father, who was in the classroom that day, watched as my mother was called out by the teacher and didn't come back until noon. My dad knew that he would probably never come back.

When my depressed father returned home, he found that his master had been waiting for him for a long time. The benevolent master stood motionless and said: "Child, for the sake of the teacher and your senior brother left, the exercises must not be wasted, practice diligently, I have left your master's self-created "Fu Demon Technique" on the table, you must remember that you can only practice it when you can use the Heavenly Eye as you like. You don't have to remember as a teacher, I believe that soon we will be zaijian.

With that, the figure disappeared in place, leaving only an afterimage on the ground. What my dad saw was just a phantom left by his master, just like the current video. It's just more convenient, and you don't have to worry about it running out of power.

That's, I've never seen my dad use this trick.

My father came to my grandfather's house again, the door was closed, and there was no one in sight. It's really gone. Dad pushed open the door, and there were two paintings left on the square table in the middle of the room, one of which was "Back" that he cried even more after seeing it last time. In another painting, a little boy with tears on his face but a smile on his face is holding a panicked little girl in his hands.

A short sentence was left at the bottom right of the drawing paper: Brother patriotic, remember to come to me!

My dad's tears welled up and I didn't have time to wipe them away. The girl ran out wildly and chased along the road. While running, he shouted: Xue Xin, Xue Xin.

When passers-by saw it, they kept shaking their heads and sighing.

When I heard the old man say this, I had a sense of the picture. What a poignant aiqing story. Actually, it's romantic, but I always thought my dad was miserable at the time.

My dad said he had lived most of his life, and that was the farthest he had ever run. I ran for more than 30 miles in one breath, and I didn't catch my breath, but as soon as I stopped, I was in a hurry. Fainted. Zuihou was still carried home by the villagers in the village.

Later, my dad was seriously ill, with a high fever and a lot of nonsense in his mouth, and the most clear thing to hear was to study hard and xiangshang every day. This made Grandpa anxious. None of the doctors in the town could get my dad off his fever, and a week later, when everyone thought he was dying. My dad woke up, and the fever had subsided, as if nothing had happened. Grandpa thought it was a return to light. After a long time, I felt that this worry was unnecessary, and my dad was really cured.

From that day on, my dad put all his mind on studying and practicing, and my grandfather no longer let him pick up dog poop and work in the fields.

Sometimes my dad doesn't spend the night at home, where does he go? went to the grave, was in the company of ghosts, practiced courage and practiced at the same time, killing two birds with one stone. When you meet a kind person, you will go over. Those with bad conduct will be accepted, let them receive re-education, talk to them about Marxism and Chairman Mao Thought, and let them be loyal to the motherland and the people. When you encounter a few evil ghosts who don't change their dead nature, they will be directly beaten to the ground.

I used to joke with my dad that you really talk about people and talk nonsense. Master Zu knows that you talk about politics and consciousness with ghosts, and he will really be so angry that he will come back to you.

But don't really say it, being tossed by my dad like this, there are no villagers within a radius of dozens of miles who encounter ghosts hitting the wall, ghosts and the like. My dad said that some ghosts don't work with it, and sometimes when they think they are not big evildoers, they talk about votes. Money can make ghosts push ghosts, and more money can make ghosts push ghosts. Burn tens of billions of paper money for them during the New Year's holidays, not to mention making trouble, you may drag out a dream, and in your dreams, your uncle will serve you well.

This ghost-eyed man is the same, he has short hands and a soft mouth that eats people. It's much better than many people in the world. (It turns out that I may have seen too few ghosts to know the origin of the word "ghost story".) ）

My dad also said that encountering individual ghosts and ghosts is not something that can be solved by reason and money. You have to let it see its strength. The most haode method is to kill a police officer.

In the blink of an eye, my dad went to high school, studying in the high school in the district, because he was far away from home, he had to live on campus. Sometimes I go home once a week, sometimes I only go back once a month.

But just a few days after the first semester started, something big happened in the village. How big is it? This incident made my old man, who had not yet experienced the novelty of a few days after entering high school, drop his books and run home.

Here's what happened, there was a middle-aged man in the village who married a widow from a great distance through a person's introduction, and although the widow was born beautiful, no one dared to marry her, because those rumors and troublemakers said that she was hard-hearted, Kefu. My dad and the man in their village didn't care about Ke Bufu, but he knew that if he didn't find a mother-in-law to solve his physical needs, he would be burned to death by lust. Despite the persuasion of others, he married the pretty widow. But soon after the marriage, the middle-aged man suspected his wife of stealing outside. So he was accompanied by wine all day long, drunk and dreamed of death, and then slowly developed a habit of beating his wife when he was drunk. So his daily life is to eat, drink, beat his wife, and then hug and vent after the beating. His wife's daily life is to eat, be beaten, and be ravaged. It's a tragedy.

Not long after, the middle-aged man drank alcohol to death due to alcohol poisoning caused by excessive drinking. Now his wife was a widow again. Usually this kind of woman will feel empty, lonely and a little cold at night, and there is no air conditioning in those years, so it can't be turned on. So I inevitably found another man to comfort myself.

Although they all know that she is hard, there are always so many men who watch her drool and are not afraid of death every day. Whenever a man goes to a widow's bed, and before he can do anything, he smokes and smokes, stupidly. Slowly word spread in the village, and the ghost of the widow's dead ghost man was still guarding her. Later, the widow herself said that she could feel "someone" fucking her every night when she went to bed, and she always woke up the next day with her bare buttocks. Every day, "people and ghosts are not done".

Later, there was still a young man who saw the color and got his heart. This young man is very smart, he can't get into your bed, so it's not over if you let you go to my bed. After hooking up, he took the widow to his room and divided the widow by dividing it by two. The widow's cry that night made the whole village sleep.

The problem has arisen, if you fall for my woman, Lao Tzu will want your life. The dead ghost was furious and haunted the young man. His face was paralyzed, his hands and feet were twitching, and he saw that his life was in danger. The people in the village were asked by my grandfather to get my father back.

The young man himself is an orphan, and in addition to being a little lustful, he is also a good comrade who is helpful on weekdays. When this kind of thing happens, the villagers look very uncomfortable, Chinese medicine, Western medicine, home remedies and the like have been used on the young man, and they have not improved. As soon as the old man got home, he listened to my grandfather tell me what happened, and he also knew a rough idea. I went to see the situation of the young man, frowned and didn't speak for a long time, and several cadres in the village were in a hurry. Among them, my grandfather is the most. At the beginning, he made a guarantee that as long as his son came back, this young man would definitely be cured.

But my father's constipated expression made my grandfather suddenly lose his confidence. My grandfather was in a hurry, slapped my dad on the back of the head and said, "Little rabbit, can you save it, you have to say something, you can't open your mouth, you can't let go of your fart, and you have learned all your kung fu in vain?" ”

My dad was slapped in the face as if he had been greatly wronged, and he turned around and ran out, unable to stop him. Grandpa thinks it's over, the person hasn't been saved, and his son has been beaten away, what can I do?

My dad told me that he had already practiced with rough skin and thick flesh, and my grandfather's slap didn't hurt even if it was a black sand palm. It's just that after being slapped by my grandfather, I understood something.

He ran to the town and bought sleeping pills, yellow paper, and liquor. When he returned home, he slaughtered his third uncle's little black dog, brought three bamboo buckets filled with black dog blood, and wrote the rest of the blood together with the yellow paper.

After making all the preparations, my father took a copper coin sword that his master had left for him and went to the young man's house again.

When my grandfather saw that my father was back again, he suddenly came to his senses and wanted to help, and my father said, "Old man, where is it cool, where can you stay?" ”

What kind of temper is my grandfather? I couldn't stand it when I heard this, so I picked up the broom next to me and was about to kill my father, and several village cadres tried their best to drag my grandfather. My dad turned to my grandfather and said, "My dear dad, can I beg you?" Human life is at stake, and when I finish saving people, I have no opinion on how you let me die. ”

Grandpa Zuihou was finally persuaded to go out by a few guys.

My dad unbuttoned the young man's shirt and exposed his chest, took out two talismans from his cloth bag, and pasted one on his chest. After the other one danced in the air for a while, the talisman spontaneously combusted, and then placed the talisman ash in a bowl of water that had been prepared next to it. I pinched the young man's nose and poured water into his mouth, and after a few minutes, the young man stopped pumping, and his mouth stopped foaming, and he fell asleep in a drowsy way. When several village cadres saw this scene, they were so surprised that they couldn't figure out when this little son of the old Lai family became so powerful.

After doing all this, my father said to several village cadres: "Let him sleep well, don't disturb him, you just stay outside, no matter what happens in the room, you don't go in." ”

I asked my dad what kind of charm is so powerful, it can make people fall asleep when burned to ashes and drunk with water. My dad said he just added two sleeping pills to the water. The old man deceived all the audience in this way.