My profession is a warlock. Of course, this is a nicer name. In today's society, people are more willing to jokingly call people who engage in this profession "magic sticks".
Sometimes I feel helpless. After all, there are very few people who truly understand the 'metaphysics' left by our ancestors. And because of some taboos, how can the so-called masters be willing to serve ordinary people
Therefore, people have seen a lot of charlatans, and the term "magic stick" has naturally become popular among people.
I don’t want to be hypocritical. In recent years, I have done a total of 37 businesses, but the clients I serve are basically either rich or expensive, except for 2 business cases that are special circumstances.
Today, I am free and don’t take any orders anymore. Of course I like money, but the secret must not be revealed. If you have a life to earn, you have to have a life to spend it, right
It's just that a life that is too comfortable is a bit boring. Looking back on the more than forty years of life I have lived, my only regret is that I feel ashamed of my master, because his family's lifelong wish is just to clear the name of a real warlock. , and can even promote 'metaphysics'.
Is it easy? In today's society, I want to say that it is really not easy! In fact, the real high-level officials of the country attach great importance to 'metaphysics' and treat those who truly understand it as their treasures.
But this is something that is kept secret and cannot be known to the people. Don’t ask why. Anyone who can believe me on this point should just believe me.
Thinking about it, the only thing I can do is to write about my experiences over the years, so that people can understand what a real warlock is like, and let people see what real metaphysics is like.
Of course, I won't write down very specific methods. If this thing could be learned by everyone, it wouldn't be almost lost today. I don't want to mislead anyone, or even let anyone learn it out of curiosity.
As for whether the things I recorded are true or not, I just want to say one thing, think about it in comparison with your own life.
Okay, without further ado, here’s what I’ve compiled of my experiences over the years. For some special reasons, I will give some literary treatment to some key places, and that’s it.
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I am from Sichuan. I was born in a poor village in southwestern Sichuan in the winter of 1967. Due to professional taboos, I will not tell you my specific birth date, but since it is the introduction to everything that happened, I still have to know. Let me mention that the time I was born was exactly twelve o'clock at noon, not a second more, not a second less.
Having said this, some people will definitely ask, is it not that mysterious? Not one second is too much, not every second is too little. Who can guarantee that? Even if my dad was holding a watch and staring at the time, he couldn't guarantee it, right
This is indeed the truth!
Therefore, what I want to tell you is that this time was later calculated for me by my master based on my horoscope.
I would not doubt anything my master said. Later facts proved that what his family members told me was never missed.
So what’s so special about people born at twelve o’clock in the afternoon? This will be mentioned shortly.
However, I still have to say something first. People who were born around this time period should not panic. In fact, there are not many people born on this hour in China, really.
Let’s continue below.
The winter when I was born was a very cold winter, so cold that my parents are still deeply impressed by it.
Regarding that winter, my dad described it this way: "It was so cold that even the old hens in the yard were walking on tiptoes."
I can’t imagine what a funny sight it would be for a hen to walk on tiptoes, but in my hometown where it almost never snows, such a cold winter is unforgettable, and it’s precisely because of the lack of snow that the coldness Compared with the cold north, it is even more uncomfortable. It is a kind of coldness that is different from cold, damp and cold, cold to the bones.
I was born in such a winter. When I was born, my parents almost thought that I would not be able to survive, especially in this unusually cold environment.
why? There are three reasons.
First, I am very thin. My mother said that when my father held me in his arms, he shouted, "How is this no different from holding a kitten?"
Secondly, my crying at that time was very weak, and there was no sound at all, as if something was strangling my neck. It felt like I was struggling desperately and gasping for breath. The experienced woman who delivered my baby at that time thought I was choking on the amniotic fluid, so she held me upside down and patted me a few times, but it turned out to be useless.
Third, when my dad and Nawenba were bathing me, they found a birthmark on the back of my head. Ordinarily, birthmarks are not a big deal, but the color of my birthmark is like blood. If you look closely, it looks like an eye.
Rural people are superstitious. At that time, Na Wenpo was a little scared and said: "It's okay that this birthmark looks like an eye. But when I look at it, it looks like it's staring at me? This baby is so weak and has so many marks on his body." If you have something like this, do you want someone to come and take a look at it?"
My parents hadn’t read much, so when they heard Grandma Wen say this and saw their baby behave like this, they were frightened.
Especially my mother, who was very weak right after giving birth to me. She panicked and threw herself on the bed. However, my father still had an idea and quickly asked: "Mother Liu (Mother Wen's surname is Liu), what do you think of this baby?" Is there something wrong with my son? Who should I call to see him? Should I go to the township health center to call a doctor? "
Rural people were poor, and the medical conditions at that time were not very good. In the eyes of my parents, the experienced Liu Wenpo was undoubtedly the greatest authority and very convincing.
Seeing my dad asking this, Mrs. Liu Wen first looked around in a daze, and then whispered to my dad: "You're just born, it's easy for that thing to take advantage of you. Do you know, that thing is going to take advantage of you?" Those who leave marks. For example, if you are caught, there will be a few dark finger prints on your body, and if you kick, there will be footprints. You have all seen the kind of people who are dragged by water ghosts to be their substitutes. Right? Most of the corpses that were fished out had scratch marks on their feet."
Hearing this, my dad shuddered and immediately understood what the thing in Liu Wenpo's mouth was. If Liu Wenpo said something about leaving a mark at the beginning, my father could think that she was talking nonsense. But when she said that the water ghost was looking for a substitute, there were marks on her body, but my father had to believe it because he had seen it with his own eyes.
That happened in the summer more than ten years ago. My father was only in his early teens at that time. Children in the mountains had nothing to do. Who wouldn’t take a bath in the ditch in the summer
The day it happened was just like every other day. After my dad finished his work, he made an appointment with the 5 or 6 guys who usually play together to take a bath. Among them, there was a pair of twin brothers, simply called Da Shuang. Xiaoshuang, it happened to them.
My dad didn’t see the specific details. He only remembered that he was having a mud fight with another kid by the river, and then he heard Xiao Shuang yelling: “My brother is sinking. , hurry up, hurry up, help me... "
Hearing this shout, my dad turned around in shock, and when he turned around he saw Dashuang's body sinking straight towards the middle of the river. In an instant, only the top of his head was left, and he didn't even struggle.
Xiaoshuang was already swimming towards his brother quickly, and two people quickly followed him...
At this time, my dad couldn't care about anything anymore. He was too worried about his childishness, so he swam in the direction of Dashuang. After swimming a few steps, he saw Xiaoshuang grabbing the top of Dashuang's head. His hair was loose, and he just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Xiaoshuang yell: "My day, it's so heavy. Wang Gou'er, please come and give me a lift..."
Wang Gou'er was the one closest to Xiaoshuang at the time. Hearing Xiaoshuang's shout, he didn't think much and quickly swam two steps and grabbed Xiaoshuang's hand that was struggling in the water.
"Go hug my brother, I can't hold him anymore..." Xiaoshuang shouted loudly without even taking a breath. At that time, it was like he had exhausted all his strength.
What followed was another rush. After all, there were 5 or 6 people, and several adults working not far away were alerted. The twin brothers were finally rescued.
After being rescued, Da Shuang was unconscious. He didn't know how much water he had poured into his stomach, and his whole belly was swollen. The little pair's face was livid, and he was even trembling slightly in such a hot weather, but everyone thought that It's scary.
At that time, people didn't bother to ask questions, they were all busy saving Da Shuang. No one living in this village near the river had any common sense in dealing with drowning. A quarter of an hour later, Da Shuang finally woke up.
Da Shuang, who had just woken up, had a dull look in his eyes, as if he didn't quite believe that he was still alive. Before he could say anything, Fourth Uncle Li slapped him on the head and scolded him: "Naughty baby, go ahead." What are you swimming in the middle of the river? It doesn’t matter!”
This was a truly caring rebuke. The people at that time were simple, most people in the village knew each other, and their relationships were really good. Who wants to see something happen to a baby from another family? So a few curse words are indispensable.
Da Shuang didn't reply. My dad was watching and understood that the boy hadn't recovered yet. However, Xiao Shuang, who had been shaking slightly beside him, couldn't help but said: "Uncle Fourth, I think I I didn’t want to swim into the middle of the river, I was dragged there, it’s true.”
Xiao Shuang's voice was not loud, but as soon as he said these words, the surrounding area became quiet, and even Fourth Uncle Li was stunned.
Who among the rural people has never heard of strange things happening in the mountains? Didn't Xiaoshuang's words make it clear that there is a water ghost looking for a scapegoat? People have heard and talked about this a lot, but when they actually see it, they are still confused and refuse to believe it.
"You kid, what are you talking about? I'm afraid your old man (father) will beat you when you get home. Don't talk nonsense about these things to scare people." Uncle Li's face was quite heavy. Rural people respected ghosts and gods and felt that they would talk nonsense about these things. If you shirk responsibility, you will be in trouble.
"I'm not talking nonsense!" Xiaoshuang suddenly became excited. He jumped up and shouted: "I watched my brother swim down, and he couldn't move. I watched him sink into the middle of the river, as if he was being trapped. It’s like something has been dragged down. And, and... "
"And what?" Uncle Li's face turned ugly. He knew that the kid wasn't lying. There was something evil about this.
"And I went to save my brother. As soon as I caught him, I felt that his body was so heavy, as if someone was trying to snatch my brother from me. It was still cold. As soon as I caught my brother, I felt cold all over..." Xiaoshuang As he spoke, he was trembling. At this time, no one believed it.
My dad was also the one who helped drag Da Shuang up. He knew that Da Shuang was as cold as ice. However, my dad and others were not affected at all. In retrospect, it may have been a few young men with strong yang energy, and the thing retreated. Otherwise, how could the people who were entangled be rescued so easily
At this moment, Da Shuang finally spoke: "I saw a fish in the river. I went to catch it. As soon as I got in, someone was grabbing my ankles. As soon as I grabbed it... I couldn't move as soon as I grabbed it. My whole body couldn't move. No, I’m too cold to move..."
When Da Shuang said this, his eyes were still a little dull, but there was an obvious look of fear on his face. At this moment, my dad saw a scene he would never forget. He followed Da Shuang's words and subconsciously looked Dashuang's ankles, the three obvious thumb prints on the ankles were green and black, and looked strange.
"Baby, I guess your fortune is good..." Everyone saw it, and Uncle Li obviously saw it too. He held it in for a long time and only said that one sentence, and then couldn't say anything else.
My dad’s memories ended here. Thinking about this, he felt even more anxious, because our family already had two daughters at that time. My dad was very eager for a son. Seeing that he finally had a son, he couldn’t I can't help but watch.
"Grandma Liu, what do you think is wrong with my baby? Look at me..." My dad was already worried and at a loss.
"This mark looks like an eye. I'm afraid that's why I'm being targeted, right?" Liu Wenpo lowered her voice and said uncertainly.
"Then what should we do?" My dad obviously believed in this uncertain statement. Seeking medical treatment in a hurry was my dad's mentality at the time.
"What's going on? I'm afraid you're going to invite..." At this point, Mrs. Liu Wen stared around and then carefully whispered in my father's ear: "Please invite the widow of the Zhou family to come and see me."
"Ah, Widow Zhou?" When my dad heard the name, he couldn't help but murmured and frowned, obviously he couldn't make up his mind.
"Widow Zhou?" My mother was originally lying on the bed. When she heard the name, she couldn't help but struggled to sit up and kept saying no: "No, no, his dad only said it at the village meeting the day before yesterday. Yes, the ** said that we must sweep away all demons and monsters, destroy the four olds, and not engage in feudal superstition."
When Mrs. Liu Wen heard what my mother said, she immediately stood up and said, "Old Chen, I am here for your family. It is not easy to have a son. As for what I said, you can decide for yourself. I will leave now. "
My dad glared at my mother and quickly got up to see Liu Wenpo off. When he was almost at the door, my dad grabbed a chicken and gave it to Liu Wenpo insistently: "Grandma Liu, I, Chen Da, can understand." People from the countryside, fellow villagers, I won’t do such stupid things, so don’t worry. When my little boy grows up one day, I will still mention Lao Bancou to thank you."
"Yes, fellow villagers, but now we don't kiss each other anymore. Speaking of which, who really wishes someone bad? In this world..." My father's words were cryptic, and Liu Wen's mother-in-law was still I understood, muttered something, and left.
Of course, my mother is not to blame for these things. She is a timid woman. It is certainly no wonder that my father and Mrs. Liu Wen are so cautious and have to speak in a roundabout way. Everyone knows what kind of era 1967 was like.
My father just told Mrs. Liu Wen that he thought of her well and would not do such immoral things as exposing others. And Mrs. Liu just lamented that in today's world, people are not at ease with each other. No matter how close we are, we don't dare to talk to each other.
But compared to the madness in the outside world, this poor little village can already be regarded as a paradise-like existence. At least the people in this village still have some humanity. Everyone is still emotional and has not been invaded by the madness outside. too deep.
After seeing off Po Wen, my father entered the house with a heavy face. At this time, my two sisters who were hiding in the woodshed were also in the house.
When a woman gives birth to a child, she should avoid the child. This is a long-standing custom in our country, and my family is naturally not exempt from this custom.
As soon as I stepped into the door, my father saw two sisters lying in front of the bed. They looked at me very curiously and cautiously, especially since the eldest sister, who was only 5 years old at the time, whispered to me that I was only 3 years old. The second sister who is 2 years old said: "Second sister, don't touch or touch your brother. Look at him, he looks so small."
This sentence aroused my father's thoughts. He walked over and hugged the second sister, then touched the eldest sister's head, and then looked at the little me, frowning tightly.
"Old Chen, you really want to invite Zhou..." Mom still remembered that matter and asked her dad quickly as soon as he entered the room.
My dad coughed, interrupted my mom, then put the second sister down and said to the two sisters: "Eldest sister, take the second sister to the kitchen to guard the chicken soup. After cooking it up, you two will have no chicken tonight. have eaten."
At that time, because my father was capable and my mother was hard-working, the conditions at home were pretty good in the village. At least every time my mother gave birth to a child, she had a pot of chicken soup stewed by old hens to replenish her health. My mother couldn’t eat all the meat. Naturally, It's for my two sisters.
When they heard about eating chicken, my two sisters became active. They agreed to my dad's request and went to the kitchen, watching over him.
"Don't say these things in front of your children. If the children are ignorant and let it slip, not only our family, but also others will be implicated." My father said softly to my mother.
"Aren't I worried? Look at how thin and small the youngest looks like. I don't have a grandma for him. Plus it's been so cold this winter. I..." My mother couldn't say any more and held her in her arms. She held her in my arms as she fell asleep, as if I was about to leave her the next moment.
"Widow Zhou is now a monster and has a bad reputation. Although the village chief and the people in the village saved her out of love, the cadres from above are all keeping an eye on her, hoping that something will happen to them. It’s good to earn credit.” My dad knew a little bit about literacy when he was literate, but when it comes to people and sophistication, my dad is a good person.
"What should we do?" My mother suddenly ran out of ideas, and then muttered: "Do we really have to do what ** said not to do?"
My dad is angry and funny, and my mom is just an ordinary woman. Apart from my dad, the one thing she believes in the most is **.
"This is because ** doesn't know the situation of our youngest son. If he knew, do you think his old family is so great, would he not agree to save our youngest son? Don't think about it. Let me see it this way. I will take care of him first tomorrow. The youngest should go to the township health center for a checkup. If the doctor is of no use, I will find a way to ask Widow Zhou to help." My dad comforted my mother for a few words, and then sighed. What he was worried about at that time was whether Widow Zhou would Will you help me look at it