Yin Yang Taoist

Chapter 1 Lost
My name is Chuhe, and my grandfather named me, but I didn't say why. I vaguely remember that I was the one who stayed on the water of Meng Po until one day when I was drunk and dazed.

Although I don't understand what it means, I have to play with my peers under the strange name.But one time when I got close to the river, my grandfather warned me sharply, as if saying that I was born to violate the water barrier and should not go near the river.

I was startled at the time, how could a big living person suddenly appear beside me, without making a sound!But since then, I have never been close to the river, but I have planted a seed of curiosity in my heart.The memory of the six-year-old is hazy, but that incident sprouted from the bottom of my heart. Not only was it not blurred, but it became clearer and clearer with what happened afterwards...

Young people are always curious. Whenever I see other people with their parents holding hands, but I am alone, I will raise my head and ask my grandpa.I just don’t know why, but my grandfather, who has always answered all my questions, would stare at the sky in a daze every time.

With such a small dilapidated wooden house, my grandfather and I formed a family.The wooden house is not big, the room I live in is about five or six square meters.The reason why I say the cabin where I am is because I can go there.I had the impression that there was a huge living room behind the wooden house, but my grandfather warned me sharply that I was not allowed to step in.Not only that, but also added a thick lock with long tooth marks on the key, just like this lock and mystery run through my childhood.

In my impression, grandpa seems to have a profession, which is called Onmyoji by others.I was curious when I was a child, and after all kinds of questioning, the villagers told me that I was dealing with unclean things.As for what is unclean, my grandfather has never talked about it, as if he was afraid that I would touch the door.

The childhood in my impression was lonely, until I was seven years old, I finally entered the school with a dream.

The school is not big, it is more like a patchwork of dozens of families than a school, it is located next to the village committee's small dilapidated house.Just put two small tables randomly, and the tables and stools with the wind and frost have accompanied me through my childhood.

Six years later, when I was 13, I entered middle school.

13 years old, the average person is the time of the past life.The so-called past life year means that ordinary people can avoid disasters and calamities in a year, and generally "unclean" things will be far away.But I am the opposite, in the words of my grandfather, it is the year of death!In the previous life, I was contaminated with things that should not be involved, and the past has not been broken.In short, in my grandfather's words, 13 years old is my catastrophe.

The middle school is not big, but it is more than a mile away from the village.And for many places in this mile, my grandfather led me to walk, I don't know because of the past year, my grandfather became extremely cautious during this year. The age of 13 is no longer comparable to when I was a child. I have started to understand and think I have grown up. I am not used to my grandpa leading me around.

When I was in elementary school, I had some education, and I always felt baffled by the illiterate people of my grandfather's generation.Once I was really angry. I saw my classmates mocking me from a distance, so I got angry at my grandfather and scolded the word superstition.Although I was ignorant when I was a child, the so-called scolding was a little louder, but my grandfather was just a little dazed about the word superstition, and then he said that he believed it or not!just left.

So since then, grandpa didn't send me off again, but what I didn't know was that the line of life and death came from this.

That afternoon, I was fined by the teacher to stay to make up homework because I was playful.It was already past five o'clock when school was over, and it happened to be raining heavily that day. The dark sky covered the sky and the sun was almost invisible.I vaguely remember the big fat man walking next to me sobbing nervously, holding my big hand tightly and tightly.

Speaking of Big Fatty, because he grew up in the same village and has the same hobbies, he basically fights and skips classes with me, so he is also my best friend.But people are so timid that every time I want to take the blame, the courage is completely out of line with his body type. It is not a heavy rain, but he will try his best to squeeze on me, and it is not easy for me to hold an umbrella.

Fortunately, the road is not far, and it is convenient to walk.It's just that there is darkness in front of my eyes, and I feel it almost by memory.In my impression, the 10-minute journey turned out to be half an hour and I still couldn't find the north.

"Woo! Chuhe, where are we going! I heard the old man say that if you get lost in the dark night, you are most likely to be eaten by ghosts"

Big Fatty said tremblingly, this guy who is fat but not courageous, I would get angry when I heard it, if it wasn't for the fact that he was holding an umbrella tightly and trembling with one hand, I really wanted to give him a slap in the face.Strange and strange, as if God knew what I was thinking, the downpour stopped abruptly, and it really stopped.At this time, a crack opened in the pitch-black sky, and the moonlight followed, casting it into the line of sight in front of him.

Under a low hillside, it was only then that I could clearly see a narrow path in front of me, winding and slender with mud after the rain, staining my shoes for a while.

"Woohoo! Chuhe, we actually came here! It is rumored that this place used to be a mass grave."

When Fatty saw the small road in front of him, he grabbed my hand and trembled in fright, screaming in fright.I have also heard of mass graves, but I thought it was just a superstition of uneducated people!What's more, when a person dies, he dies. Where does the so-called soul come from?It's just that although they were not afraid, it was too late to find the way home, so the two hurriedly found the way home.

It's just that I couldn't get out of the path I was familiar with before. I walked around the path three times for two hours and returned to the original point.Finally, in the third time, I really lost my strength, and I sat down on the ground regardless of the dampness after the rain.

A strong chill pierced into the bones along the buttocks, accompanied by hunger and chills, and the night seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy fog along the line of sight.

"Look at Chuhe!"

Just when the two of them were back to back with chills all over, Fatty suddenly became excited all over, desperately trying to drag my body, pointing to the hillside not far away.

Looking along the line of sight, a light appeared on the hillside in the distance. It swayed in the rainy night, but it was very clear through the fog. I don't know why I felt a little cold when I saw it.

But I didn't think about it for a while, and when there was a lantern, I thought of human smoke, and I almost ran past it.I didn't care about the muddy and slippery grass on a rainy night, and rushed away like a rocket.

(End of this chapter)