Notes on hitting ghosts

Chapter 4 "Louguan Taoism"

"Ah!" My grandfather screamed, and immediately threw the big yellow chicken out.

cluck, cluck!
The big yellow chicken let out a series of hasty screams, and pecked at the female ghost's eyeballs fiercely, pecking out the female ghost's eyeballs in one fell swoop.

Ah!
The female ghost let out a shrill scream, and immediately drifted away, crying and howling on the way: "Liu Chonghuang, I will haunt you for generations. There are three generations of grandchildren holding big yellow chickens!"

After the female ghost left, my grandma began to cry in the house; "Damn Liu Er Er, you actually hooked up outside behind my back, and even found a juggler, Now it's all right, if someone comes to your door, we will all suffer..."

It turned out that when my grandma saw the female ghost bouncing her head on the ground, she thought she was doing acrobatics.

"Call me a hair." After the female ghost floated away, my grandfather walked into the house with the big yellow chicken in his arms, and said out of breath, "I've hit a ghost!"

As he spoke, he took out the luminous object that saved his life from his pocket, took a closer look, and there were four large characters written on it: "Lou Guan Dao Fa".

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The spring breeze of reform and opening-up soon came to us. Just when my grandfather was about to take advantage of the spring breeze to step into a well-off society, it just so happened that there was a three-year drought in Henan and Shandong...

There was no way for the farmer to harvest any crops in the field. My grandfather had to take the whole family running around looking for food to make ends meet.But the bark around here has been stripped clean, and it is even more difficult to find food than it is to find a wife now.

Even in some remote places, cannibalism still occurs.

No way, grandpa had no choice but to take his father back to his old business, digging graves everywhere.

After three years of severe drought, it settled down again. After dividing a few acres of Susukida, life seemed to settle down again.But in fact, my father has been working part-time as a Tufuzi.

Because grandpa said that there is no such thing as stopping halfway through this kind of Yangshou business. Once you stop, you will be punished by heaven!

However, ancient tombs are non-renewable resources after all. Later, there were no more tombs, so we had to dig out urns.Urns worth hundreds of thousands of dollars were buried in the ground overnight, and their value was reduced by as much as half the next day.

However, this kind of occupation with almost no cost is very popular.It is said that in every tomb, this has become an unspoken rule.

In many stories that my father told me later, the book "Louguan Daofa" was mentioned, but my grandfather never allowed anyone to touch this book, and he didn't even tell his family where it was hidden.

For me, the more mysterious the book is, the more it arouses my curiosity. More than once when I was bored, I secretly searched for that book in the ancestral house.

But even though I searched all over the corner, I still couldn't find the book. I couldn't help but suspect that these stories were all fake, made up by my grandfather, including the "Louguan Daofa".

Later, after I learned how to surf the Internet, I went to the almighty Du Niang and asked about the knowledge of Lou Guan Dao. Only then was I surprised to find that Lou Guan Dao really existed in history.

This Louguan Taoism is one of the earliest sects of Taoism, even surpassing Maoshan and Zhengyi Taoism. They regard Yin Xi as their ancestor.

Louguan Taoism was formed in the Northern Wei Dynasty, but in the Yuan Dynasty, the original huge Louguan Taoism gradually withered, and most of the Taoist priests turned to Quanzhen's sect, and some of the remaining ones married wives and had children.

To this day, Louguan Taoism has long since lost its heirs. I never thought that my grandpa would be lucky enough to get this "Louguan Taoism"!

Then when I was sleeping at night, I dreamed of an old man with a white beard. I dreamed that I was peeing in the toilet, and then the old man with the white beard stood behind me at some point. On the bearded old man.

The white beard smiled at me wretchedly: "Boy, you are quite wise, much better than your father and your grandfather. Now I want you to become the ninth generation descendant of Louguan Dao No. 70. I don't know you Would you like to?"

At that time, I was very surprised. I didn't understand how my peeing on him had anything to do with my "being quite intelligent"?But when I thought of the mysterious Taoist profession, I still nodded: "Well, I am willing."

Then the old man said: "The task of maintaining the peace of the universe is entrusted to you." After that, he patted me on the shoulder.

I said, uncle, you are kidding me, how do you ask me to maintain the peace of the universe?Basically, at school I have a small one for three days and a big one for five days!
That guy smiled mysteriously at me: "The secrets of heaven must not be leaked. You give me three kowtows, and I will naturally teach you the method of subjugating demons and defending the Tao."

I didn't think much about it, I felt that I was dreaming anyway, and it was nothing more than three ringing heads, so I knocked the three ringing heads to the ground.

At that time, I felt very strange, because I was in a dream, and I was still very aware that I was dreaming, which is really a bit incredible.

Then the guy pointed to the corner of my bedroom, and said, "The "Lou Guan Dao Fa" was bricked in the crack of the wall by that old bastard, wake up boy!"

Afterwards, I woke up, shaking my head and smiling wryly, why did I have such an absurd dream, the most absurd thing is, I even peed on the bed.I scolded that old thing in my heart, if it weren't for you, how could I pee on the kang?
Cursing and cursing, my gaze involuntarily fell on the corner of the bedroom, thinking that people say that dreams sometimes foreshadow reality, will my dreams be equally effective?

So I moved on tiptoe and opened the corner of the wall a little. To my excitement and shock, I found a shiny thing, which was the "Lou Guan Dao Fa".

I held the book excitedly and read it with relish.But what disappointed me was that I couldn't understand those things, but after reading them, plots and various patterns appeared in my mind, and they were not easy to forget.In almost one night, I read the contents of this book thoroughly.

I was shocked at the time. I thought I could really maintain the peace of the universe, so I punched the door panel. As a result, my hand swelled for half a month.

After that, I never dared to feel that I was awesome anymore.I also gradually forgot what happened that night, as if it never happened.

However, to this day, I am not sure whether it was a dream or reality that night.If it is a dream, why is it so real?

Half a month later, my hands were almost healed, and I went to school with Er Fatty from the same village.

At that time, the junior high school was quite close to my home, so Er Fatty and I were both day students, and it was only after nine o'clock in the evening for evening self-study, and it was only ten o'clock when we got home.

I remember at that time, when the corn was ripe, the cornfield above us was gloomy. Walking on the narrow path, it seemed like many dead ghosts were standing on both sides, watching us secretly.

Fortunately, I can still be with the fat man, so I often fantasize that if I really encounter ghosts and gods, my chances of surviving are quite high.

After all, the fat man has too much meat, and the ghost thinks that the little fat man must taste better!
But the fat man felt that if he really encountered a ghost, his chances of surviving would be higher, because he is all fat, and my whole body is lean, and lean meat is better.

It was still a little cold in that season, and the fat man was better, with a whole body of fat to keep out the cold.But I was different, I was skinny and skinny, wearing only a shirt on my upper body, I was shivering from the cold, and occasionally there would be a gust of cool wind blowing from the stick field, making a whining sound, just like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

That is from the bottom of my heart to the outside, it is really chilling.

I seriously suspect that Fatty doesn't have a brain. When I was chilled by the cold wind, the doggy Fatty suddenly stopped me: "Old Liu, Lao Liu, wait for me for a while, my stomach It hurts, I need a bigger size."

"Damn!" I cursed: "Fatty man, this place is very evil, you can't stay here, and you can do whatever you want when you get back."

But the fat man disagreed: "No, no, I can't hold it anymore, just wait for me..."

After finishing speaking, he ran to the bottom of the riverside that had long dried up and was covered with weeds, and there was a sharp sound of diarrhea.

"Wow." I cursed angrily, this fat man can really do it.I simply sat down on the shore, thinking that staring at the light on the school lighthouse might relax me a bit.

But I didn't expect that as soon as I sat down, there was a rattling sound from the stick field behind me, as if someone was rushing into the stick field!
(End of this chapter)