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Are there ghosts in the world? Rumors about ghosts and gods have never stopped, but most people only hear them from hearsay and have no actual experience. Chinese Ghost Stories will take you into the strange stories of a legendary Yin-Yang family. According to my father, my family was originally a Yin-Yang family that had passed down the tradition from generation to generation, but by his generation, the tradition had been lost. ~~The reason is that when my father was young, my grandfather went out once and never came back, leaving only an old yellowed book at home.
From then on, my grandmother forbade my father to touch the book. My father was happy and contented, and he worked hard to run a small business. Then he married my mother, and then he had me. Later I asked my father if he wasn't curious at all. He said that he grew up in a superstitious environment in No. 1 Middle School and it was difficult for him to get interested.
When it came to my generation, my grandmother was so kind as to allow me to read the book that was said to have been passed down from our ancestors. Maybe it was just because of the influence of the environment, I never believed in those things when I was a child. However, that book often had some illustrations, so I always read it as a picture book! For this, my grandmother often scolded me, saying that we should always have some awe towards some things.
The change started when I went to my aunt's house for a casual chat. I felt that my worldview was overturned again and again. The psychological discomfort and curiosity that was enough to kill a cat led me to start exploring and moving forward on that path.
It was winter, and we were chatting around a hot stove, and somehow the conversation ended up involving ghosts and gods. My aunt then told me a ghost story that happened to my eldest cousin, and said that she had believed in the existence of some dirty things since then.
It happened at about 0:30 in the morning. My cousin, who had just finished his night shift, returned home on his motorcycle. Because the factory where my eldest cousin works is far from home, and the village where my aunt lives is also relatively remote, the only way to get there is by motorcycle.
My cousin ate something quickly and prepared to go to bed. After all, he was very tired after a hard day's work and was feeling fatigued.
Less than five minutes after lying in bed, severe pain broke out from his legs. My cousin, a big and strong man who was engaged in physical labor, could not bear such pain. After a groan, the pain in his legs became more and more intense, and the tortured cousin even started crying.
My sister-in-law who was sleeping next to me panicked and kept asking what happened to my cousin. My cousin just cried and eventually became speechless. My sister-in-law woke up my uncle and aunt in the middle of the night. She was completely at a loss and didn't know what to do.
"We have to go to the hospital!" my uncle made up his mind. My uncle found a rope and tied my cousin to the back seat of the motorcycle. He then took my cousin to the hospital in their town.
My cousin kept groaning and crying all the way. When we got to the hospital, the doctor immediately arranged for a checkup. However, the result was hard for my uncle to accept - there was no muscle strain and no problem with the bones!
"Doctor, the child is in so much pain, there must be something wrong. Why don't you check him out again?"
My uncle's words immediately angered the doctor, who felt that his professionalism was being questioned!
"Are you a doctor or am I a doctor? There is nothing wrong with the X-ray! No matter which hospital you go to, no matter who you ask to see you, the result will be the same."
With a frown on his face, he left the town hospital. Traffic was not convenient at all at night! His uncle was helpless and could only take his cousin back home. Looking at the cold sweat on his forehead, his aunt suddenly had a ridiculous thought in her mind: "Could he have hit something on the way back?"
Seeing my cousin like this, my aunt decided to try her best! She quickly went out and woke up a "talking person" in the village. This person was about the same age as my aunt, in his fifties. It was said that he could deal with ghosts. Usually, people in the village treated this kind of thing as a joke.
When the person heard about this, he did not delay and hurriedly followed his aunt to the house. He looked at his cousin again and again, and then asked his aunt to find a red rope for her.
Taking the red rope her aunt found, she tied it around her cousin's calf that was in extreme pain. One hand was holding one end of the red string, and she was muttering something! My aunt said that she heard a sentence at that time: "The kid didn't do it on purpose. We will burn some paper for you..."
Many people may not believe it, but as the "talking person" kept talking, my cousin's legs actually slowly started to hurt less. After a while, she asked my cousin if he wanted to walk. My cousin said that he suddenly felt a little confused at that time, and the word "go" came out of his mouth inexplicably.
After hearing my cousin's answer, the man immediately untied the red rope on my cousin's leg, and then asked my aunt to quickly bring out some loose paper. Most rural households have some loose paper on hand, and my aunt took out a stack from another room.
The "talking person" asked my aunt to open the door of the house and then burn paper in front of the door. My aunt did as she was told and lit the loose paper at the door. As soon as the fire started, she immediately pulled her aunt into the house from behind the door, threw the red rope in her hand into the fire, and then quickly closed the door.
My aunt asked what happened and she said to wait and see. Then he stood at the window next to the door and looked out.
When the flame of the loose paper burned out and only some sparks were left glowing faintly, she asked my aunt to fetch a basin of clean water.
My aunt and I washed our hands three times with clean water. She specifically reminded me that it had to be three times, no more, no less. After washing her hands, she opened the door, poured the water in the basin onto the fire, and then said to my aunt: "Wait until the sun comes out tomorrow and clean up the ashes." My aunt asked what this meant.
"The kid hit someone on the road today and was followed all the way home." This is how the person who can speak explained to my aunt. My aunt couldn't understand it for a moment. My cousin didn't say that he hit anyone, and no one came to his door.
After a moment's pause, my aunt suddenly understood. The person who was hit was not a human! Otherwise, how could my cousin not see it?
"What a coincidence! This is the father of that xx in the village. It's nothing big in itself, but from the way he spoke, it sounded as if the kid owed him something. I told him to burn some paper for him and pay him back for whatever he owed. Don't make things difficult for the kid." The person who was good at speaking continued, and then asked my aunt if she really owed him anything, and if so, she should pay it back quickly.
Hearing this, my aunt was shocked after thinking about it for a long time! It seems like there is something missing. At that time, my eldest cousin was getting married. According to the custom here, we had to give each family a packet of snacks, and even if there was no one at home, we had to put them in front of the door.
But I forgot about this that day. When xx's father was alive, he did not live with xx, but lived alone. But he forgot about this when he distributed snacks that day, and gave it to xx but forgot about his father! Could it be that he was asking for the snacks?
The next morning, as soon as the sun came out, my aunt hurriedly cleaned up the ashes at the door, and then told my eldest cousin and sister-in-law to take some snacks to burn some paper money at the grave of xx's father.
I was horrified by these things. Could it be that there are really ghosts in this world? But the world view I formed later made it impossible for me to accept the existence of ghosts! I asked my aunt: "Could this be a coincidence?" My aunt shook her head and said: "The next night, xx's father came to me in a dream and said that he had not given your eldest cousin the lottery money yet."
Could it be true? I decided that when I got home, I would take a good look at the book passed down from my ancestors.
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A few days later, I mentioned this incident to a friend while chatting casually. I asked him what he thought about it. My friend looked at him strangely. "I believe it!" she said, and she said it with absolute certainty. This surprised me very much. How could he believe it so easily? "Why?" I asked him. My friend hesitated for a moment, then told me that a strange thing had happened to him in the past two days. According to the old people, this matter should be kept in the heart and never be told to anyone, but he really
Some people can't help it.
That day he was playing cards in the room with a few friends, and the door of the room opened automatically for unknown reasons. No one cared at that time. We were all young people and no one believed in that thing. He jokingly said to a friend who was always using a fly swatter: "Be careful, did you see the door open without any wind? A ghost is haunting you!"
"Get lost! I'm going to beat all your ** today!" His friend didn't care and just laughed and scolded. Strangely enough, his friend never won a single card game after that.
"Are you really being haunted by a ghost?" His other friend laughed wildly, and everyone else followed suit. Young people like to have fun together.
"Fuck! All your luck is ruined by what the third brother said. The third brother will treat us later!" His friends laughed and scolded him. Another friend got a photo of that friend in his hand and said, "I heard that burning photos can drive away bad luck! I'll do a good deed today and help you get rid of the bad luck!" He took out a lighter and lit the photo. Everyone laughed.
When my friend told me this, he felt a little nervous, and then said: "No one paid attention to it when it was lit. I took a glance and always felt that his face in the photo was very strange." He said that he didn't care at the time and just thought it was a normal reaction after the photo was set on fire, but something really weird and scary happened right after.
Everyone clamored for him to treat them to a meal and pushed each other as they walked out.
The road is right outside the door. "We saw a truck coming from east to west at a very high speed, so we all stopped and prepared to wait for the truck to pass before crossing. But he actually walked straight ahead as if he didn't see the truck! But the weird thing is that the two truck drivers didn't even honk when they saw this situation." My friend patted his chest and said, "If there hadn't been a quick hand and eye next to him to pull him back, he might have been a pile of rotten meat now! The truck almost drove past him closely.
Later we asked him if he didn’t see the car. He said no, it was only when his friend pulled him away that he discovered it. At that time, he felt so scared that he couldn’t move at all. ”
My friend told me about the situation at that time, and I listened very carefully, afraid of missing any details. I said, "This should be a normal human reaction! It's normal to lose the ability to move due to shock."
After hearing what I said, my friend shook his head and said that it was not the point! He then recounted what he had seen, and swore that he was definitely not dazzled. I know this because my friend has always had good eyesight, and he can even see things more clearly than others in the dark.
"If we were facing west, we were standing on the left side of the road! And the truck I saw from a distance was always driving on the right side of the road. But my friend had only taken less than two steps, why did the truck pass by him so closely? No one noticed this at the time, and I wanted to check the license plate of the car out of habit. But when I turned around, the car had disappeared, not even a ghost! You know the road in front of my house, there is no fork in the road at all. But that kind of
There is no way to explain this. I went home yesterday and told my grandfather about this. The only one who might believe me is my grandfather. When my grandfather heard what I said, he scolded me severely and said that we did not know the seriousness of the matter. How could we burn photos randomly? Burning photos is a way to commemorate the dead! He also told me to go to the paper shop to buy a paper figure. I took it back to my grandfather, and he told me to burn the paper man by the road outside the door! He also told me to try not to mention this matter to anyone else as it was a taboo. ”
I was a little shocked when I heard this, and suddenly remembered a time when my father wanted to burn some old photos and was also scolded by my grandmother.
Grandma said that when a living person burns a photo for a dead person, it must be for a specific person. Going to a crossroads, which symbolizes the connection in all directions. Then draw a circle on the ground and write the person's name in the circle before burning it. The meaning is to send the photo to the dead so that he or she will not miss it too much.
But if you dare to burn it recklessly like this, if there are some dirty things around, something bad will happen. Once the body is burned, all the dirty things nearby will receive information from this person. Some ghosts that have nowhere to live will target this person and try every means to get his body.
Thinking of this, I felt a little anxious. Could it be that my friend and his friends really ran into something unclean? It made me feel like a huge rock was pressing down on my heart, making it hard to breathe. I suddenly thought of the book at home. If I wanted to figure out these things, the answers might only be found in that book.
After saying goodbye to my friends in a hurry, I ran towards home!
I hurried home and dug out the book that had been abandoned for many years from the bottom of the box. Fortunately, I majored in classical Chinese literature in college! I secretly felt fortunate. Maybe it’s genetics, I have been very interested in ancient Chinese literature since I was very young, and I can say that I am quite talented.
At this time, my grandmother pushed open my door, saw me pick up the book again, and couldn't help sighing. "These things are just for viewing, don't do them seriously," my grandmother advised me. I was very surprised to hear what my grandma said. I remember that when I was a child, my grandma did not object to reading these books. Sometimes she even told me some absurd and bizarre ghost stories, and I always treated them as stories. But now my grandma's attitude has suddenly changed, which makes me confused.
Seeing me standing there in a daze, grandma shook her head again, muttered something, and turned away. I don’t care much about this. After all, my grandma is old and sometimes seems confused.
Looking at the yellowed book in my hand, I suddenly felt an excitement that was hard to conceal in my heart. I couldn’t explain why, but it was inexplicably exciting, just like a stray bird that had found its home. The writing on the cover is already blurred, but you can vaguely see traces of an inscription on it. I think it should be the original name of the book!
I opened the cover and began my difficult reading! But this book is really old. Perhaps because my father's generation did not preserve it well and I did not cherish it when I was a child, many pages have faded and some places even have torn pages.
By constantly comparing and translating with an ancient Chinese dictionary next to me, I roughly understood some of the content that explained the ancient Feng Shui trends, but I could only understand about three or four points of the details. These things were supposed to be passed down from generation to generation.
There are also some that frequently use words like "tomb chamber" and "coffin". I guess they are about the tomb part. Could it be that my ancestors were not pure Yin-Yang masters? I had a bold guess in my mind.
I was reading with great effort when a cat at home suddenly jumped on my arm. The book in his hand naturally fell to the ground because he didn't hold it firmly, and it broke into many single pages on the ground. I sighed to myself that books are one of the most difficult materials to preserve in the world. Just as I was about to kick the cat away, my eye suddenly caught a glimpse of a relatively new small page among a pile of yellowed pages on the ground, and the paper quality was completely different from that of the book.
What is this? I bent down in surprise and picked up the small page, not caring about causing trouble for the cat for a moment.
I glanced at the small page. The words on it were written with a brush dipped in black ink. The first sentence caught my attention.
"I'm telling you to be safe. I hope you will obey my orders."
Anzhi, isn't this my father's handwriting? I was puzzled and continued to read. What shocked me was that this was actually left for my father by my grandfather who had been out of touch for many years. Looking at the time below, it should be two days before my grandfather went out as my grandmother said.
Although there are many traditional Chinese characters on this small page, it does not pose an obstacle to reading! The more I read, the colder I feel in my heart. If these records are true, perhaps the certain fixed thinking and cognition that I have formed over the years will be completely overturned.
The above first contains some words of warning to my father, which roughly mean that my father should not learn the things in this book, because my father's constitution is negative and he is not suitable to follow the old path of his ancestors. It is also for this reason that my grandfather did not teach my father these things when he was young. But I’m afraid grandpa would never have thought that father has no interest in these things at all.
As I read on sentence by sentence, the content that followed really shocked me. More reading details: http://m.qirexiaoshuo.com/book/21375/0/?ADU=10651
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