My years as a fortune teller

I hurriedly asked my father where he was running, and then asked the old squad leader if there was a dry river beach there, and the old squad leader told me there was.I immediately took the old squad leader to the dry river beach in his car.

There has been little water in my hometown since ancient times, but every spring, after the snow melts from the Qilian Mountains, a small river will form and flow through here.

At this stage, it is a dry river beach. There is a three-hole bridge on the dry river beach, and a pebble under the bridge is clearly visible.I haven't been home for a long time, and I don't even remember this place.

The old squad leader and I jumped onto the dry river beach full of cobblestones and looked around, except for the cobblestones, there were some rubbish.I thought to myself, "Isn't it here?"

Just when I was anxious and didn't know where to look for it, I suddenly saw an old man with a white beard flashing in front of my eyes.I walked straight towards the bridge hole, but I couldn't see anyone there.

I was startled: "Could it be that the patriarch told me that my father is in the bridge hole?" Thinking of this, I hurriedly ran down the bridge hole.

There was no one in the first bridge hole, and there was no one in the second.I was a little worried that there was no one in the third bridge hole.I walked to the third bridge hole and searched carefully among the weeds.

Finally, when I was approaching the other end, I found an old man lying there with his back to me, with a few mice running around beside him.I hurried forward, turned the old man's body gently, and saw that it was my father...

I hastily touched my father's chest and his heart was still beating. It seemed that he had just passed out.I hurriedly called the old squad leader to help me lift my father to his car.

When the old man came out at night, he didn't know if he had worn shoes, but now his feet were bare.The soles of the two feet were cut in strips by something, and the blood that flowed out condensed into blood boils on the soles of the feet.I felt sad for a while when I saw it. It seems that my father has indeed encountered a "ghost hooker".

When you Baidu "ghost hook people", you will find a large number of film and television works and novels with similar themes.In fact, the real "ghost hooker" is a little different from these.

Generally speaking, people who have been ill for a long time often recall some things and people in the past because of weak energy and blood.There are also some people who are sick and unable to speak, but they always think about who they owe, or who owes them.

Under such circumstances, both Buddhism and Taoism believe that there will be some lonely ghosts who take advantage of this opportunity to transform into the person in the patient's heart, deceiving, intimidating, etc. to achieve the purpose of causing early death.

Another reason is that this person's luck has declined to a certain point, and his heart is full of pessimism and disappointment about this life.At this time, there are lonely ghosts who will try to lure this person in various ways.It makes human nature distorted or dark. Some people with fragile souls choose to commit suicide, and some people become horrified and commit unforgivable crimes under this temptation.This has appeared many times in my subsequent divinations.

And my father was in bed because of a long illness, which is a kind of bad luck.Years of hardships and nutrition problems have led to deficiency of both Qi and blood, so this terrible thing happened when the deadline came.

After returning home, the old squad leader and I carried my father to the bed, but the old squad leader left first because of something.I was a little embarrassed for disturbing others all morning. Before leaving the house, I told the old squad leader that I invited him to dinner for a few days, so I thanked him...

Back in the house, my mother scrubbed my father while weeping. My mother told my brother who had just returned to invite a neighbor who was a doctor.

I saw that my father was still awake, so I quietly called Master just now.After briefly explaining the situation, the master asked me to put requiem incense on my father's head, and use the same one in boy's or chicken's blood or black dog's blood on the soles of his feet and chest to draw a soul-fixing curse.At noon three days later, I poured my father a bowl of boy urine...

I didn't bring anything to do the ritual except the blood jade this time, but these things are easy to get.I said hello to my mother and went out to find these things.

Although my elder brother's youngest son was present, but to take some blood from that little guy, even if my elder brother wanted to, I couldn't do it.So I have to find another way.

I found good sandalwood and an old-fashioned incense burner from a Tibetan Buddhist temple here.Then find rushes by the river in front of the temple.Then I bought a native rooster in a nearby village, and this guy actually pecked me four or five times while catching it.Seeing that everything was almost done, I took a taxi and went home.

The neighbor my brother found had already checked my father, and he said that there was no major problem, just a deficiency of Qi and blood.I'll go, don't I know about this, if it weren't for our old neighbors, he would have been kicked out a long time ago.

My mother looked at me with these strange things and asked me why.I don't want to explain either, and the explanation is not something that can be explained clearly at this time and a half.

After finally waiting for the old neighbor to leave, I hurriedly took out a few rushes and roasted them on the fire, then wrapped them around three sandalwood sticks, inserted them into the incense burner and placed them on top of my father's head.My brother stopped me when he saw me doing this, and said, "Dad has become like this, and you still make these superstitious things..."

I was so angry when I heard that, I grabbed his collar and said viciously: "You dare to make trouble for me, be careful I will kill you."

Because I am fatter like my mother in terms of appearance and body, and I have also learned some self-defense skills with Master in the past few years.And my elder brother is thinner like my father. Although he has some strength as a worker, he is far behind me.When my mother saw that our brothers were going to fight, she just pulled us away.

I knelt in front of my mother: "Mom, there are many things that I can't explain to you now, and I don't want to say them. If you trust me, your son, then do as I say. I won't hurt my father."

My mother listened well, thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.Later, my mother said that when I pulled my brother's collar, I looked very fierce.She was hardly sure if it was me.

Seeing my mother agreeing, I turned around and took out a kitchen knife and a small white porcelain bowl from the kitchen.After working hard for a long time, I finally caught the fierce rooster with a rope tied to one leg.

The little nephew saw that I was holding a knife and clutching the rooster, thinking that I was going to kill the chicken.He ran over and lay down on me: "Uncle, did you kill a chicken for me and grandpa to eat?" I turned to look at my childish nephew and said, "Bah, you have some conscience, you know how to eat chicken with grandpa if you want to eat chicken." Wait a few days for Grandpa to heal, Uncle will fix it for you and Grandpa, now play while you are obedient." The little guy obediently responded and ran into my mother's arms.

I have my right foot on the rooster's wing, one hand holding the head and comb, and the other holding the knife.I cut the cockscomb with a knife, and nothing happened. Could it be that the knife is old.

As soon as I thought it was right, I silently recited the Xuandao mantra in my heart, and cut again, bright red blood flowed out from the cockscomb.I hurriedly put down the knife and took the white porcelain bowl, and then, the blood flowed into the white porcelain bowl.

I saw that the blood in the white porcelain bowl was almost gone, so I put down the white porcelain bowl in my hand, put my finger in my mouth, dipped some saliva, and silently recited a curse on the cockscomb.The wound on the cockscomb gradually ceased to bleed, and a boil appeared.I let go of the cock under my feet, and carried the chicken blood to my father's bed.

I put the white porcelain bowl on the table next to the bed and washed my hands, then walked forward, with my right hand forming a sword finger, and chanted the soul-restraining curse on the blood of the chicken.Then I drew a soul talisman on my father's chest and the soles of his feet while reciting the requiem spell.

When I finished all this, I heard my little nephew say to my family: "Grandma, do you see that grandpa's body is glowing red?" My mother covered his little nephew's mouth.

I looked back at my mother and said: "A child's eyes are still bright. I can't see some things, but he can see them. It seems that it has an effect." My mother just nodded.

I know that my mother still has a hard time accepting what I did, and I don't have time to explain it.At this time, my stomach made a "cuckling" sound, and I said to my mother embarrassedly: "Mom, let's get something to eat, my stomach is protesting."

My mother just remembered that I didn't have lunch, and my family, including my nephew and niece, didn't have a good lunch. They all ate some biscuits, and hurriedly got up to cook with my sister-in-law.

It just occurred to me that I didn't seem to wash my face?Yes!I got the news when I was about to wash up, so the old squad leader told me, I dragged him to come, how could I have time to wash up.

Thinking of this, I hurriedly fetched a basin of water and went to wash my face.There are important things to be busy at night.