Introduction: Miao Zhai grass ghost woman, Yin and Yang raising jade people, Fushan Five Organs Temple, South Mao North Horse, West Gu East Descending, since the grandfather hanged himself under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, I was replaced, I will not be at peace in this life.

The feng shui of breaking the house, the evil art of returning yang, the situation of life and death again and again, and I just want to live!

Chapter I

In the past few years, the people in the village have been calling my house a coffin grave, which means that my house is exactly the same as a coffin.

Other people's houses are boxy, my house is narrow in front and wide in the back, the doors and windows are blocked, and you can only climb the ladder to go through the skylight on the roof, looking down from the sky, my house is no different from a coffin.

When the house was changed, the carpenter who worked knew feng shui, and he said that my house was changed like this, and it was a feng shui bureau that raised the coffin and made a fortune, and it was either good luck or big murder, and he didn't want to do it.

My father just said one word, if you want to do it, you can do it, and if you don't want to do it, you can get out.

As a result, it was the uncle who paid the money, and the yard was finally repaired according to my grandfather's plan.

The house was repaired, everything was said in the village, and my grandfather didn't care, he pondered his craft all day long.

My father is a famous craftsman in our radius of a hundred miles, but his two crafts are not very popular.

These two crafts, one is to deliver babies, and the other is to tie paper.

It is taboo for men to deliver babies, not to mention that my grandfather has a strange requirement to deliver babies, he not only asks for money, but also a handful of fetal hair for the baby.

Rural people are superstitious, and this request has persuaded many people to quit, but there are still people who ask my father to deliver babies.

There is no way, my grandfather gave the nickname Miaoshou Chen, it is said that no matter how complicated the situation is, a pregnant woman can turn the corner in his hands.

The only time my grandfather missed, it was my mother.

My mom was a widow, and my dad had a falling out with my dad because he married my mom and didn't speak for years.

Later, my mother gave birth to me, and I didn't have time to send me to the hospital, and my father didn't have a job, so he pulled my mother to my father.

My mom arrived at the same time as another woman with a big belly, but my mom was in a scooter and the woman was in a car.

My father ignored my father's pleading, and gave birth to the woman first.

I was born less than a minute apart from the woman's child, but the woman was alive and my mom was dead.

My dad was depressed and fell ill with alcoholism, and within a few years he died.

I was brought up by my grandfather.

After my mother died, that woman, probably out of guilt, recognized me as a godson, and would drive to see me every birthday.

When I was young, I looked forward to my godmother every birthday.

Every time my godmother came, my father was not very happy, and I could see that my father was wary of his godmother.

Later, when I went to elementary school, I pieced together the truth from the gossip in the village when my mother gave birth to me.

The moment I knew the truth, I ran home like crazy and asked my father why he didn't deliver my mother first, but my father didn't say a word, just looked at me silently.

I was so angry that I pulled the amulet from my neck that my godmother had given me, tore it up and threw it on the ground.

Seeing me tear the talisman, my father's face changed instantly, and he threw himself on the ground to piece together the talisman.

That night, I became ill, first with a headache and fever, and then unconscious.

"The little thing is quite stubborn!"

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was my godmother.

My godmother's eyes were very bright, and when she looked at me, I felt that all my internal organs were seen through by her.

"For the sake of you calling me godmother, spare your little thing this time."

My godmother was a little at the center of my eyebrows, and I fell asleep again.

When I woke up, my godmother was gone, and my grandfather told me that my godmother would not come again.

Since then, my health has failed, and I have been sick every once in a while, and my studies have plummeted, and I haven't even been admitted to high school, and my relationship with my grandfather has become worse and worse.

I hate my grandfather for not saving my mother, and I hate my grandfather for forcing my father to death.

That's when the renovation of the house began.

After tossing the house, grandpa began to toss paper again.

Grandpa's paper-binding skills are a must.

In the jargon, it is called Pi Zheng and Shun, and it looks like a real person.

Because of this, grandpa's paper bundles are more expensive than ordinary paper tie shops, and people sell dozens of paper bundles, and he sells hundreds, or even thousands.

This is also one of the reasons why grandpa is not welcomed.

After repairing the house, my grandfather tied a paper figure in my likeness.

After the paper figure was tied, my grandfather asked me to prick my finger and smear the paper figure's eyes with my blood.

I directly refuse, there are many strange and strange sayings in the countryside, I have heard some of them, and I know that the eyes of people who paint paper with blood are called eyesights.

Binding paper without finishing the eye is a taboo in the paper industry.

Legend has it that if you draw the eyes of the paper man, the paper man will be endowed with aura, which will attract ghosts and bring the paper man to life.

In order to let me put the finishing touch on the paper figure, my grandfather's eyes were red, and he wanted to swallow me.

My stubborn temper also came up, and I felt that my grandfather had killed my father and my mother, and now he was harming me again, and I didn't agree.

After a long confrontation, my grandfather first relented, saying that as long as I nodded my eyes, when I was over eighteen years old, he would no longer care about me, give me the household registration book and ID card, and go wherever I wanted.

I didn't hesitate and said yes.

I don't know if it's my delusion, but the moment I agreed, my grandfather seemed to be a little older.

After the finishing touch, the grandfather used a special technique to tie up the paper figure with a red rope.

After that, there was an extra paper figure tied to red rope in my room.

A few years passed, the paper figure gradually faded, nothing happened, and I silently counted the days in my heart, waiting for a showdown with my grandfather on my eighteenth birthday.

But I waited and waited, and I didn't wait for a showdown with my grandfather, but I waited for the news of my grandfather's death.