The ghost of the past

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in the country world where I grew up, the stories I have heard most since childhood are all kinds of spiritual rumors in the countryside.

most of these miracles happen to neighbors, villagers, relatives, and friends. Some people have seen them in person, and some of them have happened to their parents. I am the witness, not misinformation or sensational gossip. So I still feel kind when I think about it.

my mother is weak in eight characters and belongs to a psychic physique. When I was young, I often encountered her being possessed. I quarreled at home, went out for a stroll, and began to attack when I came back, crying and laughing as if I could no longer control my words, deeds, and emotions.

the possessed soul is sometimes a deceased relative or a neighbor who has passed away for many years. My uncle is full of yang. He used to lift the head of the coffin in the countryside. Every time my mother was possessed, he came to take the wandering soul away. Once on a rainy night, there were bursts of thunder, and the ghost said that he was afraid to go. My uncle lifted his coat and said that he would drill here to take you away. As a result, he sent you away, and his mother returned to ordinary people.

the last time she was possessed was the night my father died four years ago. At about 7 p.m., my father was in danger, so he hurriedly called me to my cousin, who had been a doctor. When my cousin came, he brought his mother, who had been dead for 15 years, and my aunt. As a result, my mother was possessed, and I helped her to the east room of the hall. She laughed and cried under the quilt. The laughter was not usually my mother's, but just like my aunt's, because my aunt treated people very warmly and laughed first. I often went to her house at that time. So remember clearly.

as soon as he looked at his mother's appearance, he knew that it was his aunt's body, so he persuaded her to go and followed his uncle. Unexpectedly, when my cousin went back to get the medicine, he brought back the soul that had not been sent for. As a result, he was possessed again, and if so, he sent it away three times before it was sent away, and the father there had already hurried back to Darshan. This is a fact that I have seen with my own eyes.

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Auntie's soul came to pick up her father, because on the morning of my father's death, just before dawn, my mother saw vaguely and soberly that my aunt had come into the house from the yard, and my mother said to herself, "Sister-in-law, you have been old for so many years. Why are you here?" In a trance, she only felt a figure flash in the house, so she woke up and didn't feel anything unusual. The house was like a house, chickens and dogs barked, and her father, who was seriously ill on the sickbed, still lay straight on his back.

in summer, nights with stars and breezes, especially the moon flickering in the clouds, are the most suitable for telling ghost stories. The atmosphere is enough to tremble before you open your mouth. In terms of speaking, it is not a story, because it is all personal experience.

there is a story like this: in 1975, one of my grandfather's nephews, in his 40s, burned brick kilns for the production team. In the past, there were only red and blue bricks, but red bricks were normally fired. Blue bricks should be splashed with water when they were burned, and when they came out, they would turn blue. The team originally wanted blue bricks, but when he splashed water on the brick kiln, he didn't splash it through. as a result, half of the bricks were red and half were blue.

when they found out, the team said that they would criticize him, because he was already a landlord family with a high composition, and because he had made such a big mistake, the leader said that he could not spare him lightly. When he got home, he thought about it. Not only was he angry that he did not burn the bricks well, but he was even more afraid was that the production team would organize a meeting to criticize him and wear a high hat to parade in public, so he simply hanged himself. According to the cousin who pushed the door and saw the scene the next day, his tongue was sticking out very long, so it can be seen that he had made a struggle before he died and died with grievances.

after the death of Pepsi, the team no longer investigated his problems, but he relentlessly pursued him in the world.

I, my uncle, often come back because of the heavy condensation of grievances when I hang myself. On several occasions, it was also attached to my mother, or other neighbors, saying some words before life, remembering clearly the past personnel, and addressing everyone, it was all right. Because many people are familiar with him, they can tell at a glance that it is him, and they will not be afraid. They just feel that Yin and Yang have gone a different way. Since the years of Yang have come to an end, they should not come back. Of course, children will be afraid, but when they encounter such a scene, they still want to see it, so they pull the corners of adults' clothes and hide behind them.

this kind of thing happens more than a dozen times every year, so people are not surprised, but they are rare but miss it.

another neighbor told a true story. Once he came back from out of town in the middle of the night and rode his bicycle on his way in the dark. When he rode to the field where my grandfather's grave was, he saw a lamp in front of the grave in the distance. My grandfather was reading at night and nodding his beard. It is possible that my grandfather loved to read when he was alive, and he was a famous scholar far and near. He practiced well all his life, without resentment and hostility, so he would not fall in love with the love and hatred of the world, and he would never give up, so he took advantage of the night reading. Tell us about his peace and tranquillity in another world.

every time I think of my grandfather, when I think of this story, I feel kind: instead of dying, he has traveled around the world.

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the east end of our village is a forest of dozens of mu of land, which is shady and a good place to enjoy the cool summer heat in summer.

however, in the woods there is a cemetery, roughly speaking, with at least 70 or 80 seats, one after another, closely arranged. It is inconceivable that it is the place where we played when we were young, playing in the woods, crawling and rolling under the graves, sticking cicadas on trees, picking up cicadas, or digging in the soil for a mushroom-like medicine that could stop bleeding. I don't feel scared at all.

the old people said that most of the graveyards were full of old people who had died, and they had no evil nature or grievances, so they were very peaceful.

only in the middle of the night, the ghost fire in the graveyard is a little scary. But during the day, when the sun was shining, the shade covered the floor, and the moss was covered with warm heat, it was still how to play, and the horror of last night had long since disappeared.

Last autumn, the woods were cut down and the graves were not even, so it was said that the area of arable land should be increased. When I went back to my hometown during the Spring Festival, I could hardly recognize it outside the big graveyard when I was a child. There were no roots in the woods for decades, leaving only dozens of lonely graves protruding in a patch of green wheat seedlings. I am no longer what I was when I was a child, and the graveyard is no longer the graveyard of that year.

I'm talking about all kinds of news when I was a child and this cemetery where I was on a blind date when I was young. I mean that such a strange thing happened around me, and that kind of graveyard, which was horrified to outsiders, seemed to us to be the paradise of that year. Later, when I read ghost novels, whether Pu Songling's "Strange Tales of Liao Zhai", Ji Xiaolan's "Reading Weicaotang Notes" or Yuan Mei's "Zi does not speak", I felt instinctively cordial, although the character stories recorded in their books were more grotesque and weirder, the taste and authenticity are the same.

Pu Songling's Strange Tales of Liao Zhai is full of stories about the spirits of immortals, foxes, and ghosts. when he was writing the book, he opened a teahouse in front of his home and invited tea drinkers to tell him stories, which could be used for tea money. after listening to it, he embellished and wrote the city story a little bit, so he became this book.

Today we say that when he wrote Liaozhai, he "strongly criticized the corruption and darkness of society at that time by talking about foxes and ghosts." Pu Songling is neither a classist nor a Marxist. He will not and does not want to have such a realm. I prefer to regard the anecdotes and strange things in his works as real people.

there is also Ji Xiaolan's "Reading Weicaotang Notes," which also records a lot of strange stories about the fox. At that time, he was demoted to Urumqi for three years because of the leaking of academic and political secrets, and what he said during the three years is the ghosts and spirits of all places. On par with the Notes of Reading Weicaotang is the old man Yuan Mei's "Zi Buyu", also known as "Xinqihe", which is also an anecdote, about strange people and ghosts. The name "Zi silent" comes from Confucius' words, "Zi does not speak strangely and disturb the gods." however, not speaking does not mean that there is no such thing.

these ghosts and foxes have acquired thousands of years of spiritual practice and spirit, and they have become human beings, just like people practicing Buddha. in fact, all things are being practiced, and sincerity does not necessarily mean that people become Buddhas first. Those beautiful foxes in the broken temple fell in love with the scholars who took the examination in the cold night green lanterns and subsidized them to go to Beijing to take the exam. on the contrary, these scholars who won the top prize were not worth the prosperity and dignitaries, and made a horse or another new branch, like Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen, because they were rare, so they became the only ones through the ages and passed down. Such ghost foxes are better than human beings. Because they are not human beings and want to be adults, they are more upright and pious than human beings. On the contrary, they are human beings.

however, articles written by strange forces and gods have never been orthodox and elegant, and they are not the mainstream of Chinese articles, so these three books are a kind of anomaly in Chinese culture. However, what I find cordial when I read it is that there is not only the tolerance of wild fox Zen but also the yearning for another world. And the ghost stories spread around the streets are even more lonely in the streets, so they need to find a home behind them.

in the countryside, we call ghosts not ghosts, but dirty things, or unclean things. They are not dirty if they do exist-- I believe they do, but they are not in the same space-time and latitude as us, and they are not in the same form of existence.

compared with the human world, the spiritual world is good. In their world, there are hell and heaven, the reincarnation of life and death, the dominant king of Rip, and karma for generations. There is fairness and justice that transcends yin and yang. When they are human beings, the wishes and actions they cannot accomplish will continue to be realized in another world.

in many psychic stories, you can find that ghosts have grievances and unfulfilled wishes, and they leave this world with reluctance and no choice, so they have to come back again and again. People who die at the end of life, those who practice well, will never return to the sun. The fox immortals in Liaozhai are good and bad, and they usually appear in the world in a human way that is playful or rewarding gratitude.

We usually refer to ghosts after death, also known as ghosts, ghosts written by Pu Songling, some ghosts die unjustly, and those who are wronged are stranded in the world for revenge; there are also evil ghosts and evil ghosts who wander around to harm people; and ghosts who accumulate good spirits, because they are not satisfied with their good fortune in life, so they go around to help others to accumulate virtue, do good and be reincarnated as soon as possible. The other is what we call black and white impermanence, they are ghost pawns, as underworld tolerance, everywhere to catch wandering ghosts, enjoy underground subsidies.

Today, when we watch movies, there are so many horror films that try their best to create pictures, atmosphere, and music, making ghosts more frightening than each other, especially the Hong Kong films in the 1980s and 1990s, which make ghosts not scary, but ridiculous. Ghosts are not like ghosts and people are not like people. All these have demonized ghosts, which is human hostility, not the hateful appearance of ghosts. Although there are ghosts in the underworld, there are starving ghosts and hanging ghosts, and there are water ghosts who send people into the river, there are also ordinary ghosts and good ghosts. Like the warmth of the world, they are also another kind of "human" room.

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I say in the countryside that ghosts are not terrible, but talents are terrible. As two material forms, ghosts can't do anything to people. We can face each other and forget each other. The rivers and lakes are so big, and each has its way to go. On the contrary, it is human beings, and it is only in the human heart that there is a great evil.

in general, we don't talk much about ghosts and spirits, and these strange theories have always been classified as superstitious and unscientific.

however, it is simple and rude to explain these phenomena only by superstition, and it is also too superstitious. Discovery once took a picture. The 45-episode documentary, called "Ghost Shadows," is about the real psychic events that take place in the United States and everywhere. They are all "stories of the common people themselves." most of the contents are authentic and are filmed according to the dictation of the parties concerned. They either have a psychic physique or encounter a special time and space. I do not doubt its authenticity. It is the experience and experience of a few people.

there is an episode about a woman named Paris, who has a psychic physique. From the age of two or three, she can see those ghosts. She can see her dead grandfather and talk to him. Once she drove with her father because she listened to her grandfather and avoided a car accident. She could see the black people on the roadside stairs whose parents could not see, and she could play with the ghosts of the little boy. Later, after she got married, she once heard the words of a pilot who crashed in World War II before he died, and the old lady who died hundreds of years ago. But these ghosts did not hurt her but borrowed her to vent a kind of emotion that even the little boy who bit her ankle was only naughty.

when something happens, we often say "hell". At the bottom of our hearts, we think that ghosts are abnormal. Because it is rare, we will be afraid and feel abnormal, but as the ancients said, "do not do wrong things, not be afraid of ghosts knocking at the door." whether you believe it or not, there is no problem, as long as you take the road of good deeds, do good deeds, at least do not do evil deeds, do evil people, live up to your conscience and bottom line, then it doesn't matter whether ghosts exist or not, because you can surpass ghosts and gods with your good fortune. Beyond hell and altars.

however, I think that the existence of ghosts is an extension and supplement to the world. There is great loneliness in a world without ghosts. Because with the other shore, there is comfort, hope, and loneliness on this shore.

A neighbor named Gao Feng, who is three years younger than me, once came back from a neighboring village when he was 6 years old. his father was riding a bike. he sat in the back seat with a tomato picked at a relative's house in his hand. Suddenly Gao Feng said to his father, "Dad, that kid wants tomatoes from me!" As soon as his father stopped to take a look, there was no one around, so he said where there was someone, and he rode his bike and walked again. "Dad, he still wants tomatoes from me," he said. His father was stunned and said, "then throw it to him!"

when he got home, his father learned that at the intersection they passed, a little boy who had been poisoned by eating pesticides had been buried a few years ago. Today, this story sounds like a fantasy, but it is a true story of that year.

this story, I often tell my friends. I think the little boy who died eating tomatoes is not terrible at all. In another world, he is still longing for his life. He, who is already in the soul, does not know that he is dead, nor does he know that tomatoes are poisonous, so he still wants to eat tomatoes when he sees them. He doesn't hurt anyone. He just wants to realize a little boy's dream.

Mo Yan, a famous writer, once experienced a damned story. When he was young, he went home once. Because it was getting late, he took a shortcut home. In the middle of this, there was a Reed marsh, but every time he waded into the water, countless little red children would appear in the middle the water, saying, "it's so noisy" and "noisy." once Mo Yan retreated to the shore, the little red child was gone, repeated several times, so Mo Yan had to stay on the shore all night and was able to wade home early the next morning.

the little boy who asked my neighbor tomato, and the little red boy Mo Yan met were all very humane ghosts. They did not harm people, and they did not cross the boundary. My mother's relatives only borrowed her to express their reluctance to part with the past, their attachment to the world, and their unforgettable feelings. They are not as hideous as the ghosts in our stories and movies today. Living in today's society, especially in the urban society, there are fewer and fewer ghosts. It may be that this kind of prosperity is so busy that they can no longer get in, or it may be that today's society is grotesque and makes us not like human beings. So ghosts don't look like ghosts, and that's why there are so many ghosts.

over the years, I seldom watch today's horror movies, not because they are not good-looking, but because they are unreal and unkind. The ghosts I have seen are not like that. In a restless era, today's ghosts do not seem to be as good as the ghosts of the past, perhaps because the ghosts at that time were changed by people at that time, and today's ghosts are infected with the diseases of the times.