【Ishibashi Original】"World War I Fame" No. 2
As for the matter of burning newspapers in the grave, my fourth uncle once did it, and once, my cousin caught a cold and got sick, and the high fever did not subside, and my grandfather pinched his fingers and said that the ancestors were not happy at the bottom, you go to the grave and burn a little paper money, pray or just fine. The fourth uncle didn't seem to believe these things, or there was no paper money at home that day, so he took a few newspapers and burned them, so angry that his grandfather didn't eat for three days. As for the cousin's fever, it was better later, it should be that the ancestor was soft and kind-hearted, and did not care about this.
In general, there are more elements of the hometown religion, mixed with some elements of primitive religion, or witches or puppets, mixed with each other, lively, do not have to be true. When I was a child, I saw the big scene of the "witch" (called "Sigong" in my hometown) jumping, one of the details, "Sigong" wore a big hat with a black background and white rim on his head, with a long, long braid inserted on the hat, holding a sheepskin drum, shaking his head with the drum, the braid flew up and down, and the body danced with it, jumping and jumping over, while singing words that no one could understand. When I think about it now, I think that scene is ridiculous and childish, and the feeling at that time was very mysterious.
In the eighties of the last century, the most popular feudal superstitious activities in the hometown, who had a sick person in the family, not sent to the hospital, but asked the yin and yang to rise up the altar to practice the law, a trick, well, the magic of yin and yang is brilliant, not good is your life should be so. My fifth uncle died young, and every time I encountered someone in the village who had something to do, I asked God, and said that the ghost of my fifth uncle was doing something strange, and after that, it was naturally a descendance to catch ghosts. The graveyard of the fifth uncle was ruthlessly swept again and again, bamboo sticks irrigated the ground, dense as woven hair, all kinds of spells, hoops tomb three turns, if the deceased knows, lament the coldness of human nature. Later, I had no choice but to choose a place to be reburied, a little dry bone, another hide, the long river sunset red, how can people not be sad. But in the following years, some people still took this to say something, several uncles finally united, made a big fuss, I don't know if it was instigated by people, or a little mercy of the gods, there was a fierce tribulation, everyone had to die, no one dared to disturb the deceased underground in these years, and the world of the fifth uncle was finally clean.
People will definitely be able to win the sky, it is estimated that it is a little difficult, but the family is harmonious, outsiders dare not bully, this is certain.
I have seen the most séances, there are four horses and feet together in battle, all immortals possessed, front village and back shop, brightly lit, swords, forks and halberds, the voice of people, don't say a ghost in that battle, Yan Wang Ye will also tremble twice, and the soul will not possess.
That time, someone in the Murakami family was sick, as for who is the sacred, this kind of thing is generally kept secret, only the people themselves know, anyway, invited five horse feet, four possessed, a god Buddha has another important matter, failed to come, that one horse foot lies on the head of the kang to drink and smoke, talk about the world, the work can not be done, money can not be less, the immortal does not come, no wonder him. The other four great gods, the armed brush of the brush went into battle, the hemp whip was thrown as loudly as a cannon, the steel fork danced with an iron ring, that posture, you can imagine, this time this ghost must be not small, the matter is big, you must be cautious. This story, I wrote into the novel "Looking Back on the Years with You", although it is a bit exaggerated, the plot basically matches, interested friends can go to see, it can be regarded as my love, thank you here.
I have always been a timid and obedient person, Confucius said, worship ghosts and gods and stay away. In the past, there was at least a little bit of fear, every time I walked into the temple gate, I was trembling, for fear that if I took the wrong road and kowtowed, the immortals would be unhappy, but that night, when I saw so many immortals grouping down to the mortals, just for a mortal to catch demons and take ghosts, tirelessly, the spirit is commendable, except for feeling funny, there is no other feeling.
Doesn't it mean that everything in life is fate, life and death have fate, wealth is in heaven, if chanting the scriptures and understanding can change a person's destiny, it is too unreasonable. Moreover, without a thief's heart, it is impossible to attract foreign ghosts.
Besides, doing bad things is the duty of ghosts. A bad person, you let him only do good things and not do bad things, it is too difficult for him.
Besides, the immortals are very busy, why put down their bodies so much and worry so much about those things that have long been predestined? Guarding oneself must first be secure, that is, put yourself in the right position, and it should be like this.
My cousin made a big trouble in the Sanniang Niang Temple, which was also in the nineties of the last century.
That day was the first day of the new year, my cousin and seven friends from their village went to the temple to burn incense, and when they walked to the temple gate, the seven of them all lowered their gods, crying and laughing for a while, some rushed in with their teeth and claws, and some smashed things when they saw something, so that the three souls of the people burning incense inside went to a pair and a half, chaotically running around, and the black pressure fell down a large area, and the temple owner only kowtowed and prayed at that time, just asking not to destroy the temple.
When my cousin saw this situation, he was stunned, and a little evil fire jumped up in his heart, thinking what is going on, let's burn incense together, you are gods, I want to kowtow to you and burn incense? So, with a pair of big eyes and a loud roar, he rushed into the hall, jumped to the shrine, and sat on it with a nonsense. In the end, everyone unanimously decided that my cousin was really possessed by God, and those were all evil, so they united and cleaned them up.
This was told to me by my cousin, and I am too lazy to argue whether it is true or false, just listen to it as a story, which is also very interesting.
