Master Maoshan

From the Southern Liang Dynasty to the Northern Song Dynasty, the Maoshan School flourished for hundreds of years, and has always been the mainstream of Taoism. After the Southern Song Dynasty, it gradually declined, but it is still passed on. The other name with Maoshan as the development center was passed down to later generations. Since the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the inheritance of Taoism was strongly rejected by the rulers, so many schools emerged with Maoshan, but the "Shangqing Dadong Zhenjing" of Maoshan sect has been passed down to this day. The famous Maoshan sect has 45 generations of successor masters. The first generation is called Taishi, the second is called Xuanshi, the third is called Zhenshi, and all subsequent generations are called grandmasters.

In the late Qing Dynasty, the orthodox Taoist dispute between Maoshan Xianzong and Tantric Buddhism gradually emerged. Xianzong adhered to the "Shangqing Dadong Zhenjing" and focused on thinking about spirits, alchemy, and chanting scriptures, while Tantric Buddhism focused on practicing secret techniques, jade charms, The ancient curse is hidden from the world, why are there fewer and fewer real Taoists today, but those fake Taoists and real gods are becoming more and more rampant, so that the world's misunderstanding of Maoshan has deepened, and the good Maoshan sect has been completely changed , The miasma, tracing the source, can not escape the mysterious and legendary occult dispute.

Of course, before I was 16 years old, I didn't know anything about Maoshan sect and Maoshan Taoist priests. . .

My name is Chuqi, from Yanzigou, Shandong. In 16, I just turned [-] years old. I said that I just turned [-] because I just passed the New Year. It is said that I am the same age as the grandson in the village who picked up the baby from the side of the road. I started counting at that time, and that day happened to be the seventh day of the first lunar month, so the villagers casually named me Chu Qi. I was an orphan. . .

Yanzigou Shibali Village is a small mountain village. Originally, the village was called Sunzhuang. It is said that during the Anti-Japanese War in the early years, devils entered the village to kill people. They are all ruins, and finally the whole country was liberated. The villagers in this area gathered together loosely. That is, this village was originally called Sunzhuang. Now Shibali Village.

Grandpa Sun is an authentic Sunzhuang native and one of the few people in this village. I heard this when the old people in the village chatted later. Grandpa Sun passed away due to illness when I was less than two years old. I am I grew up eating a hundred kinds of rice. At that time, each household had no surplus food. As far as I can remember, people in the village were willing to give me something to eat, but I felt that the people in the village hated it. I, in fact, I also understand that one of the important reasons is that I am a well-known unlucky ghost.

At that time, the word "information" did not exist, so we in this poor mountain valley depended on the sky for our food. Naturally, we firmly believed in superstitions. I personally felt that although my fate was a bit rough, I finally survived. Others are no different, but the villagers don’t see it that way, because whatever I get involved with must be unlucky. When I was seven years old, I helped the old uncle Que in the village herd cattle. The next day their big yellow cattle died I died of illness. In order to repay the villagers for taking care of me, I actually hope that everyone will give me more food. I often go to various households to help with housework and chop firewood for Grandpa Huang Geng. Carefully smashed off two toes, and fed pigs to Aunt Niu, and the pigs died of fever three days later. . .

In short, anyone who gets close to me will be unlucky, and the unlucky people will naturally have some resentment, calling me the reincarnation of a broom star is also a common thing, so that no one comes to me when I want to help, almost right I avoid it, I don't take those titles seriously, because I also hate myself so much, why can't I try to repay those who help me?

People in the village did not welcome me into the village, so I could only spend the night at the back hillside of Shibali Village. The back hillside is a somewhat dilapidated earth temple. Naturally, I am not the only one in the temple, there is also a man who claims to be "Iron Abacus" A fortune teller, his surname is Wu Wei, he is in his early forties, skinny and tall, although he has no posture, he often beats my head with a broken book, solemnly declaring that this earth temple is his territory, I just It's just a place to stay, and I will move out as soon as I have a place to live.

Although Mr. Wu Da said so to me, he didn't really drive me away. There is an inner room in the Earth Temple, he usually lives in the inner room, and I come back at night to sleep on the haystack at the corner of the temple entrance. Wu Mr. Da is a well-known "Mr. Da" in the eight neighboring villages. If anyone has a wedding or a wedding, they always ask him to go and make a fortune teller. Therefore, although he lives in a ruined temple, he has no worries about food and clothing. As for me, the unlucky one The ghost, also came from Mr. Wu Da, he said that I was born with bad luck, and my life was against the black evil star. Anyone who has a little contact with me will be contaminated with bad luck.

I hated and felt helpless towards Mr. Wu Da. I hated him for making me extremely desperate for life, but I had no choice but to acquiesce to his words. Mr. Wu Da is a very serious person. He never likes to please others. He had a sallow face to go to divination, so he offended some people in the nearest village tens of miles away, saying that his mouth was vicious, but Mr. Wu Da stroked his mustache indifferently and said, this is a straight mouth, Believe it or not, that is ignorance.

In recent years, apart from the essentials of my boss and my west, there is another job suitable for me, that is "grave pressing", a custom handed down from the older generation. The grave press guards the new grave for three days. I know this custom a little bit. It is said that if there are fewer people in the world, then there will be more people in the underworld. After death, it is natural that people are not familiar with the place where they were born. The "golden mountain", "silver mountain" and "high-rise compound" under the sky will inevitably be disturbed by lonely souls and wild ghosts, so there must be a grave-pressing person guarding the vicinity of the deceased for three days. But after the washing of the long river of history, the old saying has become grave pressing. This is a low-level job, and it is also a very unlucky job, but it is also the only occupation I make a living.

The requirements of grave pressers are not so simple. Except for people like me who are born with bad luck, there are only two other types of people who can take up this job. One is a butcher who kills pigs and sheep. Such people are full of hostility , can deter the lonely souls and wild ghosts around the new tomb, and the other is the lonely and widowed people, that is, the horoscope is iron-hard, and the fate overcomes the six relatives. I heard from Mr. Wu Da that this kind of person has a very strong yang energy, and ordinary lonely souls Wild ghosts are difficult to get close to, but such people are actually not easy to find.

Maybe it's because of my bad luck, I started to work on graves when I was ten years old, but I have never seen a single dirty thing, but Ma Fuzi, a pig butcher in the east of the village, would encounter some "yinyou incidents" every time he pressed graves , Yinyou is the local dialect, that is, a place that is not clean or where dirty things often appear or a time period, there is no specific sentence and word positioning.

I often use this as a survival plan, and I get used to it over time. In addition, I have never seen any dirty things, so I am very courageous. It is said that many people died in our area in the early years, and there are naturally many barren mountains and wild mountains. , the ghost incidents mentioned by the older generation are also the subject of jokes after dinner. In our village, I and the groom are the only ones who do the work of pressing the graves, but I don’t refuse anyone. Promise, regardless of whether the deceased's cemetery is desolate or not, the groom will have to pick and choose, and he will decide whether to pick it up or not depending on how much the host has given him. Like the Pozi Pit in the eastern ravine, if it is there, the groom will be determined. No, because that place is very annoying!

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