I was born in a rural area in Northeast China. I have been doing horse racing for some years, and I am also commonly known as the horse horse fairy.

I believe many people know something about Chumaxian, but if you are not in this industry, you probably don’t know much.

A few days ago, a friend called me and said that a brother in Chaoshan was possessed by an evil spirit and had been paralyzed at home for more than a year. He had no feeling in one of his legs. He wanted to invite me to come over and have a look. Regardless of whether it can be solved, I would like to get a reward of 20,000 yuan first.

Travel expenses, food and accommodation are also included.

I hesitated for two days. I really didn’t want to bear the consequences and was too lazy to do anything, so I refused.

Those who work in our profession will have to bear a lot of karma and karma throughout their lives.

There is a saying that if you bear too much karma, you will eventually be unable to escape and reincarnate, so you will have to practice ghost and immortal life, catch your younger brothers and horses, and repeat the process generation after generation.

I really don't want to do that, and I'm also afraid that I really won't be able to reincarnate.

Master happened to tell me that she wanted to record some stories about Chuma Xian. I thought about it and thought this would be a good thing.

In the first half of my life, more than 30 years ago, I visited many places, met many people, and had many stories happen. If I write this down, someone should read it.

But you can't tell everything about Chu Ma Xian. If you talk too much, you will be warned or even punished by the old fairy.

As far as I know, there were several people who wrote real stories before, but later they no longer dared to write. Some people even got seriously ill and almost died.

So when writing this, non-experts are best not to touch it, unless you rely on Baidu for basic knowledge and make up the rest.

Just like many people know a little bit of the lingo of Chumaxian, such as cigarettes are called Caojuan, and wine is called Haraqi.

But in fact, there are several types of cigarettes. Cigarettes are called grass rolls, cigarettes are called flakes or orchids, and tobacco pouches are called orchid grass sticks or ebony sticks.

Wine is not only called Hara Qi, but also called Red Grain and Fine Water.

Roast chicken is called Little Phoenix, eggs are called Yuanyuan or Phoenix Eggs, steamed buns are called Xuehuapiao, and shrimps are called Wanwanyao.

The incense burner is called a treasure tripod or a red flower treasure bowl, and the hall is called a red treasure tent.

Money cannot be called money, it must be called national treasure circulation...

Let’s not go too far, let’s start from my childhood.

It seems that most people in this industry have been weak and prone to illness since childhood, and have been prone to many disasters.

I am the same. Because of my weak constitution, I am always sick and go to the hospital all year round.

Many times, even if you go to the hospital, nothing can be found, and you get better somehow, but you will still get sick when you go home.

To describe it in one sentence: It's fine when you go to the hospital, but it's still the same when you go home.

For this reason, my family named me Wu Xiaofan, hoping that I would live an ordinary and stable life.

And I often see things that ordinary people can't see.

I remember when I was a child, I lived in my grandma’s ancestral house. One afternoon at home, as soon as it got dark, I saw a woman with long hair wearing a red cheongsam, sitting on the dressing table, combing her hair with her back to me.

It was like this for several days, so I asked the adults who it was, and my grandma's face changed when she heard that. She said that in the past, her ancestors had a concubine who hanged herself wearing a red cheongsam.

Later, the family specially invited people to burn paper to clean the house, and the process lasted for several days. From then on, I never saw her again.

Because I was always like this, my grandpa found a great god. People said that my horoscope was too light and could not suppress my soul, so my soul was often absent from my body, which caused me to often get sick and see "those things".

At that time, there were not many great gods in the Northeast. Most of them were in remote rural areas. They were not as common as in the cities now. You could just walk around the streets and run into a few of the most popular ones.

The most fragrant one means a disciple who is a disciple, and it is also called a disciple, which is a jargon term.

In ordinary people's name, Chuma disciples are Chuma immortals, and they are commonly known as great gods among the people.

Don’t think that just because you have an immortal family in your body, you can establish a hall. According to the rules, all four beams and eight pillars must be in place. This is the foundation of establishing a hall. If one of these is missing, you cannot be called a hall.

Some people mistakenly set up the Baojiaxian as the entrance to the hall, which not only failed to protect the family, but also caused a lot of trouble.

Let's talk about common sense again. Many people think that the Northeastern Great Immortal is Hu Huang Bai Liu Hui, but this is not the case.

The real Chuma Immortals are enshrined by the four major families of Hu, Huang and Chang Mang, together with the Ghost Immortal Qingfeng, also known as the Five Families, among which Chang Mang and Snake are collectively called Liu Xian.

As for the White Immortals and Gray Immortals, they are actually very few in number. They are from the Outer Five Elements, also known as the Five Elements Flower Sect. In some places, they are also called the Three Flower Immortals.

However, the current disciples are unwilling to accept the title of great god. They prefer to call themselves the descendants of shamans.

In the past, there were actually very few great gods among the people, but their Taoism was extraordinary, far beyond the comparison of today's great gods.

Nowadays, many immortal families in many places have not yet cultivated to the level where they can establish themselves in the Ma Tang Hall. To put it bluntly, the Taoism is not enough, so they rush down the mountain to catch their younger brother Ma Dingxiang. They are in need of both human and immortal fire, so naturally they cannot accomplish anything big.

But in the past, those great gods basically had fragrant roots from their ancestors, and it was passed down to their own generation. Even the old men and horses in the old hall camp had old signs. As long as they did everything they were asked to do, otherwise they would be their own.

Smash the sign.

I once heard that great masters in the past would often fight with each other, that is, they would use a red-hot iron to lick it with their tongues. If someone was good at it, nothing would happen if he licked it, but if he was almost good enough, he would give up.

Others will use red-hot iron bars, called wicker sticks, to push them with their hands, and whoever is the best will win. If a master who is not skilled enough goes up and strokes them, one hand will be scrapped on the spot.

Of course, this kind of winding method is extremely rare nowadays, and almost no one dares to do it.

There are two types of medical treatment by great masters. According to the clinic, one is Wentang and the other is Wutang.

The masters treated by Wentang are basically similar to normal people, except that after the immortals get upper body, they occasionally make some unconscious little movements, but they are not scary.

The martial arts hall is amazing. The popular name of the dance master basically refers to the martial arts hall.

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At that time, there were few literary schools and many martial arts schools, which was also related to Lao Xian'er's Taoism.

Because Wu Tang was his younger brother, Ma did not participate, so Lao Xian'er was the one who treated the possessed body during the whole process, commonly known as the death-binding orifice. Those with low moral standards could not be tied up at all, but Lao Xian'er consumed a lot of money.

After reading the story, I will be very tired and have no idea about the whole process.

And among the current great masters, there are almost no one who can bind the death aperture. Even in the martial arts hall, most of them are given half hints by the old Xian'er, and half of it is guessed by Di Ma based on his experience. This is also called binding half the aperture. In this case, Di Ma is

Personally aware.

To put it bluntly, the death-binding orifice is entirely decided by the Immortal Family, and the error rate is very low.

But nowadays, when doctors treat patients, they basically tie up half of the body. As a result, ten doctors can see ten different situations for the same thing.

The doctor who treated me back then was an old lady with her body tied to death. She was from the village next to ours. Her surname was Wang. She was over 70 years old. We all called her Mrs. Wang.

I was only six or seven years old at the time, and I felt a little scared when I saw Mrs. Wang sitting on the bench with her eyes closed and shaking her head, while an old man next to her was beating the sacred drum and singing some lyrics that I didn't understand.

After a while, Lao Xian'er came down and opened his mouth to welcome the wind.

Yingyingfeng is a jargon and a kind of etiquette. When the old immortal comes, some people have to greet the wind, and some want to chase away the cold. In fact, they are entertaining the old immortal with tobacco and wine.

That old man is the cross-sea helper who invites the gods, also known as the Rama Assistant, Zhongliang, Yiben, Sanhai, also known as the two gods.

As soon as he heard that Old Xian'er wanted to welcome the wind, he quickly lit the pot and handed it to the old lady.

The old lady took a dozen puffs one after another before speaking.

"Many...thank you...the Cross-sea Gang...the helper...you know I am proud of this...this mouthful..."

He was still stammering when he started talking, and it took him a long time to start speaking smoothly, saying that he was a naughty person who wanted to report to a prostitute, and he rushed back here specifically to deal with me today, and he wanted to give me a proper explanation.

When my mother heard this, she didn't dare to neglect it, so she quickly took out five yuan, pressed it under the incense burner, and told me my birthday and birth date.

In those days, wedding gifts only cost ten yuan, so depending on the situation, five yuan was a lot.

Then, Mrs. Wang's legs couldn't help trembling, she counted with her left thumb, shook her head and said: "This little golden boy has a light character, low firepower, and can easily lose face. If he says he loses his soul, he will lose his soul, and if he says he has a fever, he will get a fever.

It will be fine if you go to the hospital, but it will still happen when you go home. Let me tell you, this is a false illness, do not treat it as a real illness."

My mother heard this and quickly asked: "Old Xian'er, what should we do?"

Mrs. Wang said: "It's easy. I'll ask my disciples to write a talisman for the little golden boy to wear later. It will be promoted after seven or forty-nine days. Then he will be able to use less of those things in the future. The little golden boy has a destiny in his life.

Several immortals are keeping him safe. But he can't go to places with strong yin energy, and don't let the little golden boy go out at night. It will be fine when he grows up."

My mother nodded repeatedly after hearing this, and my grandfather next to her knew better and asked: "Old immortal family, listen to what you say, this child will have to have a family in the future? Will he have to go to the hospital for medical treatment?"

At that time, people were reluctant to take action, firstly because they felt embarrassed, and secondly, almost all the disciples who took action had to go through a lot of hardships and had a rough fate, and many of them were driven crazy and crazy, just like mental illness.

Mrs. Wang said: "The little golden boy can't go out on a horse for the time being. There are still three disasters in his life, and they have all passed the fate. If he can't get through it, it's useless for anyone to ask him to go out."

Three disasters and eight difficulties are not a fixed number, but refer to multiple disasters.

My mother worriedly asked a lot of questions. After Huang Naughty answered them one by one, she was about to ride back to the mountain. The two gods beat the drum again. Mrs. Wang shivered for a while, and then she slowly calmed down.

After that, Mrs. Wang took out yellow paper and cinnabar, wrote two talismans for me, gave them to my mother, and asked her to turn one talisman into water for me to drink, and sew the other talisman into a purse for me to wear.

It cannot be picked off. It rises after forty-nine days, which means burned.

After this incident, I really slowly got better and no longer got sick often.

My family also kept Mrs. Wang's words in mind and never let me go out at night, let alone attend any funerals. Even when my grandfather passed away, they didn't tell me that when I came back from school, my grandfather had already been buried.

This has become a lifelong regret for me.

Because Mrs. Wang said that there were three disasters in my life, my family has always been very nervous and watched me closely every day, for fear that something would happen to me.

But God is not as good as man. I never expected that the three disasters and eight disasters that Mrs. Wang mentioned were not necessarily referring to me.

During the summer vacation when I was fourteen years old, my father rode his bicycle to the factory to pick up my mother from get off work and agreed to go home and have dinner together.

I waited and waited at home, but what I was waiting for was bad news.

They encountered a car accident at an intersection not far from their home. When I ran over crying, the person had been pulled away, and there was only a large pool of blood on the ground and a deformed bicycle.
To be continued...