If you don't believe me, please be polite and walk away silently.
When I was seventeen, I quarreled with my father and ran away from home. I was sold to a black brick kiln by traffickers at the northern Shaanxi Railway Station.
Off-topic, I advise those boys and girls who are in adolescence not to think that the world is full of poetry and distance, and you can't imagine the darkness behind it. Only by studying hard and reading more books can you have a chance to accept more goodwill from the world.
There are more than 20 workers locked up with me. We start work at 5 o'clock in the morning and let us sleep at 1 o'clock. We only have steamed bread and cold water for three meals a day.
Don't worry about the bed. The straw mat on the ground is covered with red bricks. There is no fire in winter, no windows in summer, and Lazar eats and drinks in a closed hut.
Every day is dark. There are supervisors patrolling outside with German shepherd. On one occasion, a worker escaped after being tortured and was driven out by a German shepherd and beaten to death.
It was not until two months after I was abducted that the traffickers brought a new old man, my later master.
I wouldn't be here today without him.
According to his own account, when he was a child, he studied under the guidance of a Taoist priest in Longhushan and learned a skill of exorcism.
He lost his parcel on his way to Guangdong on business. He thought he met a kind person for help, but after waking up with a glass of water, he went to this black brick kiln.
Unlike those new hard workers, my master is very calm. He works hard every day, never complains, and sometimes hums a few songs.
But people who have been tortured for a long time will always collapse. One of my colleagues can't stand suicide. He stabbed himself in the throat with a sharp stick. When he died, he opened his eyes and looked ferocious. It's terrible.
I was next to him. He fell to the ground and kept twitching, much like killing pigs in the countryside. His blood pressure rose, and the blood flowed out along his neck for seven or eight minutes before he died.
Those guards disliked the bad luck of the corpse and asked me to deal with it with Master.
On the day of burying the body, two guards took the big German shepherd and stared at us twenty or thirty meters away. Master and I dragged the body into a ditch where I was the only one standing.
I remember digging about half a meter, and there was black sewage pouring out of the ground.
Then my master did something that scared me.
He actually cut off the dead man's tongue with a sharp stone and put it in his pocket. He cut off a lock of hair before burying the body.
I'm so scared that I don't know why he did it.
I didn't know until I studied art that the place where I was buried was called the "corpse", which was the place where feng shui evil spirits gathered.
When you encounter such professional knowledge, simply explain a few words.
In the feng shui environment, there are several positions that are particularly sensitive, which are related to a person's life and death, honor and disgrace, good or bad. If you place a very powerful energy field in these places, it can be auspicious and rich, and it can also be a disaster.
He took the victim's tongue and hair in order to prepare a nightmare spell.
The black brick kiln didn't let him live, and he didn't intend to leave everyone alive.
Although I don't know what the principle is, a week later, a terrible thing happened in the black brick kiln.
The foreman in charge was scared to death alive. When he was found, he sat in a chair, staring at his eyes with a ferocious expression and his mouth full of blood. Someone found the foreman's tongue missing.
They thought it was a river's lake vendetta, but the black brick kiln was not only remote, but also required strong confidentiality, and people in the brick factory were afraid to go out for help.
However, my master stood up and said that they had met a ghost of revenge.
Those who lick the blood on the tip of the knife don't buy it at all. They hung my master and beat him up.
But it didn't end like this.
At midnight, almost all the twenty workmates in the room heard someone shouting in a low voice outside.
"Tongue. . Tongue My tongue. . Give it back. . "
We were locked in a dark room and our scalp was numb with fear. What's more, we hear the sound of looking for our tongues every morning.
Until one day, the supervisor opened the door in a panic early in the morning, his eyes were frightened, his face turned white, and his mouth kept shouting, "I've hit a ghost."
My master was called out and the others were locked in the dark room. Only afterwards did I know that the worker who committed suicide had come back.
He is covered in mud and smells disgusting. He sat in a chair in the director's room and looked like a living person from a distance. The most incredible thing is that he has a bloody tongue in his hand.
Everyone never dared to say that Master was a feudal superstition, but regarded him as a distinguished guest and asked for answers.
Seven days after the whole incident, Master suddenly opened the closed dark room early in the morning and told us that we could go with a tired face.
Some workers are afraid to hide in the corner and dare not come out.
Master didn't say much. He turned and left, and I was the first to follow.
Located in the desolate black brick kiln, all the houses are closed and very quiet. Although the sun is cruel, I still feel cold, and the dog that barks constantly on weekdays is gone.
After passing the hut, I was curious and stole a look.
As a result, I saw a scene that made me creepy. The miserable worker is actually sitting on the chair in the hut!
He's smiling. . Weird smile, empty eyes seem to be staring out the window.
Those cruel supervisors actually sat in a row in the room, and everyone had the same strange expression on his mouth.
My scalp exploded and I sat on the ground limply. It took me a long time to recover.
I have no direction and I don't know where my home is.
I can only follow master from a distance. Then he stopped and asked me why I didn't go home.
I said, my mother is gone, and I don't want to go back to that house.
He asked me if I wanted to learn Feng Shui from him. I nodded and became his apprentice.
My master's ceremony is very simple. Master invited me to a barbecue and drank a bottle of Erguotou, and then I became his closed disciple without any formalities in the Jianghu.
But my master is really good and should be one of the best in China.
Before the black brick kiln was arrested, he should have gone to Guangdong to work for a wealthy businessman, and all his savings were collected. As a result, there was a problem on the road.
During my years of studying art, I settled haunted houses, helped people drive away intruders, treated diseases, exorcised evil spirits and even dared to dig graves, both good and bad.
However, I have a clear conscience and ask myself that I have not done anything immoral.
If you are willing to listen, I will speak one by one.
The first thing I did with Master was to solve the nightmare curse case.
First of all, I want to explain in advance that, like everyone else, I have never learned the skills of practicing meditation, nor will I use the super strength of one enemy and three. I just know something that ordinary people don't know, that's all.
I have been eating and living with master since I narrowly escaped death in the black coal mine.
Our profession is very much like a bounty hunter in a movie, taking money to do things for others to eliminate disasters.
Although we don't believe in God and Buddha, we believe in cause and effect, and we also fear the whole life.
Therefore, although we are profitable, we don't do immoral things.
In 2007, Master received a phone call from a customer in Yongding, a small county town at the junction of Guangdong and Fujian. On the phone, the employer there said that he suspected that his son had become eccentric because the building collided with the gods.
I also took some multimedia messages there, but I couldn't see them clearly because of the pixel problem. The host said that we must meet to decide.
We negotiated the price with each other and received the deposit, so we both rushed to Yongding.
The employer is a Fujian businessman. After the reform and opening-up, Fujian merchants once shined brilliantly on the motherland. Locals believe in love and strive to win, and most of them will go out early to work hard. When they earn enough money, they will return to China to overhaul their ancestral temples.
When I arrived at the employer's house, I saw his son was a boy of 14 years old, wearing his mother's high heels and skirt, his face flushed and painted with thick eye shadow. His speech is even more accented, which is very abnormal.
When Master walked over, the little boy was a little scared and curled up in the corner, shaking all over. He comforted the little boy not to be afraid, checked the other person's eyes again, and felt his pulse like Chinese medicine. After more than ten minutes, Master asked us to go out with him.
The boy's parents came forward and asked, what's the matter? It used to be fine, but the children became very strange when the ancestral house was repaired and the foundation was laid a few days ago.
Master told the employer that the child was suffocated and washed away.
People have three souls, which are called fetal light, refreshing and calm.
If there is a problem with fetal light, people are like walking dead. They can eat, drink and not think.
Shuangling has a problem and becomes stupid. Her reaction and adaptability will decrease, and even she won't feel pain.
If there is something wrong with the soul, people's gender consciousness will be affected. His child was fourteen years old and was accidentally injured by Shaqi, which led to the transformation of soul between men and women. People who don't know how to do things look like they've hit a ghost.
Fortunately, they found the owner. If they are wizards, I'm afraid they will delay their children for life.
Master asked the employer to prepare a dress for his son, put it up with bamboo poles and hang it at the door, close all the windows in the room and close the curtains. Prepare a pure copper basin, drill a well water and wrap the copper basin with red cloth.
On that day, we went to the ancestral home being built by wealthy businessmen. The foundation has been dug, and even the pipes have been arranged, except for pouring concrete.
Master asked, where did your child finally go? The employer said he would come to play a few days ago, and then he jumped into the pit. When he woke up the next day, he met a problem.
Master nodded and told me to go down and see if there was anything under the foundation.
As a result, when I took a closer look, I really found an oil cloth bag.
The employer was surprised and asked me what it was.
Without saying anything, the master opened the package in front of him.
There is a small bow and arrow made of bones, with three needles beside it, tied to the paper-cut villain with red rope. Master took the red rope apart and asked the employer, Do you know the birthday on it?
The man was sweating profusely. He said that his son's date of birth was written on the villain.
Master studied the small bone bow and arrow, saying that it was made of female calf bone, which broke the feng shui. Fortunately, it was not a violent death. Moreover, the spell above is incomplete, and the caster has not learned the essence.
At that time, the man knelt down and asked my master for help. The master told him to get up and put the prepared copper basin in the middle and light a white wax. In the meantime, the candle could not be extinguished, but he had three chances. If he can't get to the door three times, there is nothing he can do.
The couple cried into tears at that time. People who are not married and have children will never feel the love of their parents for their children. It is a life that can be handed over at any time, as long as the children are safe and healthy.
Hundreds of meters away, the two of them walked for two hours, but fortunately, God took care of them and successfully walked to the door.
Master took me in and told me to hold on to the little boy. He put a copper coin on the little boy's head. At this time, the other party began to struggle like a madman, shouting and gaining strength. He bit my shoulder and arm.
It lasted about a minute and a half, and the little boy gradually calmed down. A plum blossom seal was pressed on the forehead by the master, who was relieved and said it was all right. Let me call all the employers in. He told me that children will be weak in the future, but there will be no big problem. There will be no children except for men and women before marriage.
The employer asked the master again, what are bones, bows and arrows and embroidery needles? Master told him that you were cursed. This is folk witchcraft in outer Mongolia. The spell was cast by a paper man, and it is not enough to stimulate the effect of the spell without deep hatred. However, if you give the spell a chance, it will fail once, and you can't do it again. Do more good deeds and make fewer enemies in the future.
The rich businessman is still worried that he will get into trouble in the future. He asked for my contact information, fearing that Master might come to me in case he couldn't get in touch.
On that day, the employer settled 20,000 cash at one time, and Master gave me 2,000.
In fact, I took two thousand dollars, ate and drank for nothing, and didn't do anything. I feel guilty.
But Master asked me to take it, saying that I could get a commission of 10% if I went out to work with him in the future.
But when I finished my studies, my first three big jobs as a teacher, no matter how much money I earned, belonged to Master.
He also said that the rules have changed now, and my master has accepted him for three years.
Master and I went to Yongding Railway Station. As soon as we entered the station, we were stopped by a middle-aged man in plain clothes.
The master said, I knew you would come. The middle-aged man gnashed his teeth and asked maliciously, why do you want to help Li Moumou?
My master told him that after we received the money, of course, we had to come to handle affairs, and there were rules in doing business. You can't delay our lives just because you two are enemies, can you?
The middle-aged man said angrily that he and Li were partners at the beginning, but later he made money, but he was driven out. Now he is heavily in debt and can't live. Therefore, he wants to retaliate against Li Moumou.
Master said, that's your business, not mine. If you want to negotiate, you can always come to me.
Having said that, he took me into the railway station and returned to the northeast that night.
On the way, Master told me that in our line of work, as long as the employer is not a villain, he will help people solve their troubles with money. There are no pure good people in the world. Besides, the police will arrest a good man for committing a crime, so don't listen to anyone's side of the story, let alone feel sorry for the money.
He thinks Li is lucky. If the house is built, the child will be hopeless.
I always thought that Master was greedy for money, but later I was wrong. He did more good things to make money.
After all, Lao Guo's saying that "the poor have tricks, but the rich have a long conscience" is very reasonable.
Intercepted from the official account of WeChat and the story of, Hui, Fengshui.
I was 17 years old in 2007, and my master's degree is very famous in our industry. Some colleagues will come to master when they encounter problems that cannot be solved.
I received the first order from Master in April, and the second order was at the end of May. One night, a friend of Master visited. He is a lay disciple of Maoshan, who lives in Xiasanmao. He was in trouble when he was working outside.