I was born in a rural area in the northeast and have been working for some years, which is commonly known as the Equinox.

I believe many people have some understanding of the fairy, but not the people in this industry, so they should not know much.

A few days ago, a friend called and said that a brother from Chaoshan was infected and had been paralyzed at home for more than a year. He had no sense of one leg. He wanted to ask me to come over and see. Regardless of whether it can be solved, he would get a reward of 20,000 yuan first and include travel expenses and food and accommodation.

I hesitated for two days, and really didn't want to bear the cause and effect anymore. I was too lazy to move, so I refused.

Those who do our job will have to bear a lot of karma and cause and effect in their lifetime.

There is a saying that if you have too many karma, you will not be able to withdraw from your body or reincarnate. You have to practice ghost immortals, catch your younger brother horses, and repeat generation after generation.

I really don’t want to do that, and I’m afraid that I really can’t reincarnate.

It happened that the master told me that she really wanted to record some stories about the horse fairy. I thought about it and thought it was a good thing.

In the past 30 years of my life, I have been to many places, met many people, and had many stories. If I write them out, someone would probably read them.

But you cannot tell all the things about the horse immortal. If you say too much, you will be warned or even punished by the old immortal.

As far as I know, there were a few people who wrote the real story before, but later they didn’t dare to write it. Some even fell seriously ill and almost died.

So, if you don’t touch this, it’s best not to touch anyone who is not a business person, unless you rely on Baidu for basic knowledge and others for making up.

Just like many people know a little about the horse fairy, such as smoke is called grass rolls and wine is called Halaqi.

But in fact, there are several types of cigarettes. Cigarettes are grass rolls. Cigarettes are called films or orchids, and cigarette pipes are called orchids and grass sticks or ebony poles.

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

The roast chicken is called Xiaofeng, the egg is called Yuanyuan or Phoenix egg, the steamed bun is called Snowflakes, and the shrimp is called Bendou.

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

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

Let’s not talk about it anymore, let’s start with my childhood.

Most of the people in this industry seem to be weak and prone to illness since childhood, and have many disasters and difficulties.

The same is true for me, because I am weak in physique, I am always sick and I run to the hospital all year round.

Many times, even if I go to the hospital, I can’t find anything. It’s a pity for no reason, but I’ll get sick when I get home.

To describe it in one sentence, it is good to go to the hospital, but it is still a crime when you go home.

For this, my family named me Wu Xiaofan, hoping that I would be ordinary and safe all my life.

And I often see things that ordinary people cannot see.

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

This happened for several days in a row, and I asked the adult who was. When my grandmother heard this, her face changed. She said that in the past, her grandmother had a concubine who was hanged on a red cheongsam.

Later, my family specially asked someone to burn paper and clean the house. I struggled for several days, and since then I never saw her again.

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

At that time, there were not many great masters in Northeast China. Most of them were in remote rural areas. They were not as popular as in cities now. You could encounter a few incense sticks just by taking a walk around the street.

The meaning of the scented disciple is the horse-like disciple, also called the brother-like horse, which is jargon.

Among the general names of the disciples of the horse are the immortals of the horse, commonly known as the great gods among the people.

Don’t think that if you have a fairy family on your body, you can set up a hall and make a move. According to the rules, you must have four beams and eight pillars. This is the foundation of setting up a hall, and you can’t call it a hall.

Some people mistakenly establish the Baojiaxian as a hall, which not only fails to protect the family, but also causes a lot of trouble.

Let me tell you another common sense. Many people think that the Northeast immortal is Hu Huang Bai Liu Hui, but this is not the case.

The real horse fairy worships the four major families of Hu Huang Chang Python, plus the ghost fairy Qingfeng, which is also called the five horses, among which Chang Python is collectively called Liu Xian.

As for the White Immortal and the Gray Immortal, there are actually very few numbers. They are from the five elements of the outer five elements, also called the Five Elements Flower Sect, and in some places they are also called the Three Immortals of Flower.

However, the current disciples who are pro-mature in the horse are unwilling to accept the title of great god, and they prefer to call themselves shaman successors.

In the past, there were actually very few great masters among the people, but their Taoism was extraordinary and far from comparable to those of the current masters.

Nowadays, many immortals in many places have not yet reached the point of being able to get out of the horse and establish a temple. To put it bluntly, the Taoist practice is not enough, so they rush to go down the mountain to catch their brother's horse-top incense. They are both in need of both the human and the immortals, so they naturally cannot do anything big.

But in the past, those great gods basically had vetiver roots in their ancestors. They were passed down to their own generation. They were considered Laotang people and Laotang camps, and they all had old signatures. They could do whatever they had done, otherwise they would smash their signatures.

I once heard that the great gods in the past often had a tragedy, that is, fighting, and licking them with a red soldering iron with their tongues. Daoxing licked them with no problem, and Daoxing almost became timid.

Some people can use red-hot iron bars called stroking willow branches and stroke them with their hands. They will win if they are awesome. If a master who is not capable enough, go up and stroke them, and one hand will be scrapped on the spot.

Of course, this kind of trajectory method is very rare now, and almost no one dares to do it.

There are two types of doctors who treat a great man. According to the hall, one is the literary hall and the other is the martial hall.

The great master of Wentang's medical treatment is basically the same as a normal person. However, after the immortals are on the rise, they occasionally have some unconscious small movements, but they are not scary.

The martial arts hall is amazing. The common name of the folk song god basically refers to the martial arts hall.

As soon as the immortal family is on their feet, they will shake their heads and stomp their feet, tremble all over, and they will jump around. They will be angry, sometimes they will be curled up, sometimes they will be rolled up, and sometimes they will be little phoenix.www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

At that time, there were few literary halls and many martial arts halls, which was related to the old immortal's Taoist practice.

Because my brother-in-law did not participate in the martial arts hall, the old immortal was possessed and treated with a doctor throughout the whole process, commonly known as binding the orifices. The one with low Taoism could not be tied up at all, but the old immortal consumed a lot.

After reading the work, I will be very tired and know nothing about the whole process.

There are almost few masters who can tie their escaping to death. Even in martial arts halls, most of them are half-prompts from old fairies. My brother guesses half-prompts based on experience, which is also called tied to the half-prompts. In this case, my brother has a personal consciousness.

To put it bluntly, the bondage of the dead is entirely because the immortals are looking at things, and the error rate is very low.

But now, when the great gods are treated, they basically tie up half of their orifices, resulting in ten great gods being able to see ten situations in the same thing.

The great god who treated me back then was an old lady who tied her up her bones. She was from the village next door. Her surname was Wang. She was over 70 years old and she called her Old Lady Wang.

At that time, I was only six or seven years old. I was really scared when I watched Mrs. Wang sitting on the bench sitting tightly on her eyes, shaking her head, and an old man beating the magic drum next to me was singing some lyrics that I couldn't understand.

After a moment, the old fairy came down and spoke to face the wind.

Welcoming the wind is a jargon and a kind of etiquette. After the old immortals come, some want to welcome the wind, and some want to catch the cold. In fact, they are just using cigarettes and wine to entertain the old immortals.

That old man was the cross-sea gang soldier who invited God, also known as the Rama Gang Officer, Zhongliang, relying on the bench, the Three Seas, which is commonly known as the Two Gods.

When he heard that the old fairy was about to face the wind, he quickly lit the tobacco pot and handed it to the old lady.

The old lady took a dozen mouthfuls and then started to speak.

"Thank you... Thank you... the Cross-Sea Gang... the gang soldiers... I know I am proud of this... this mouthful..."

He stuttered at this moment, and after a long time, he started to walk around, saying that he was Huang Tang reporting Ma Huang as a naughty man. Today he came back for my business and wanted to explain it to me.

When my mother heard this, she didn't dare to neglect her. She quickly took out five dollars, pressed her under the incense burner, and reported my birth date and horoscope.

In that era, it was only ten yuan for marriage and gifts, but it was a lot of five yuan for a matter of time.

Then, Mrs. Wang's legs trembled, and she calculated with her left thumb, shook her head and said, "This little golden boy has a light horoscope and low firepower, which makes her look shameless. If you say you lose your soul, you will lose your soul. If you say you have a fever, you will get a fever. If you go to the hospital, you will get a crime. Let me tell you that this is a false disease, so don't treat it as a real disease."

My mother asked quickly, "Old fairy, what should I do?"

Old Mrs. Wang said: "It's easy to deal with. Let your disciple write a talisman for Xiao Jintong to wear later. You can just get promoted in 49 days, and you will be able to help you with less things in the future. Xiao Jintong has a fate of immortality and has several immortals to protect it. But he cannot go to places with heavy yin energy, so don't let Xiao Jintong go out at night, just wait until he grows up."

My mother nodded repeatedly after hearing this. My grandfather next to me knew a lot and asked, "Old immortal, after hearing what you said, this child will have a group of people in the future? He or she will have to go out for treatment?"

At that time, people were unwilling to take action. One was because they felt embarrassed, and the other was that almost all disciples had to go through hardships and their fate was bumpy. Many people were crazy and crazy, just like mental illness.

Old Mrs. Wang said: "Little Jintong cannot get out of this way for the time being. He still has three disasters and eight difficulties in his life. He has passed all the fate. If he can't get over it, it will be useless for anyone to let him take action."

The three disasters and eight difficulties are not a fixed number, but refers to many disasters and difficulties.

My mother asked a lot of questions again with concern. After Huang Naoqi answered one by one, she wanted to beat the horse back to the mountain. The second god beat another drum. Old Mrs. Wang's body trembled for a while, and then she slowly calmed down.

Afterwards, Mrs. Wang took out yellow paper and cinnabar, wrote two talismans for me, and handed them to my mother, asking her to drink one talisman water, and sew a purse for me to wear on my body. She could not be taken off normally, but it rose after forty-nine days, which means burning.

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

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

This has also become a regret for my whole life.

Because Mrs. Wang said that I had three disasters and eight difficulties in my life, my family was always very nervous and looked at me very tightly every day, for fear that something would happen to me.

But man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. I never expected that the three disasters and eight difficulties that Mrs. Wang mentioned were not necessarily me.

When I was fourteen years old, my dad rode his bicycle to the factory to pick up my mom from get off work and agreed to go home for dinner together.

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

They encountered a car accident at the intersection not far from home. When I ran over crying and shouting, the person was already pulled away, there was only a large pool of blood on the ground and there were also deformed bicycles.

From then on, I became an orphan. After my parents’ funeral, my aunt took me to her house and said she would definitely raise me.

It was fine in the first two years. My aunt and her family treated me very well, and my aunt has always loved me very much.

But slowly, my uncle began to dislike me. Even eating a few extra bites of food would not make me look good. I usually either slam the door or the bowl when I go home, and I always have a stern face.

Later I gradually realized that my aunt was married for the second time. She married her uncle with a one-year-old child, so my uncle has always been bad to her.

Moreover, my uncle was drunk. I have seen him beat his aunt several times when he drank too much. He swung the door bolt with a thick arm and beat it, without any relationship between husband and wife.

Once, I heard him attacking the house again, beating and scolding him, saying that he had paid a lot of money for two or three years, and that his family's property had already been spent.

Only then did I realize that he was willing to accept me for my family's property.

I almost couldn't help but rush in and fought with him, but after thinking about it, I still held it back.

After all, I was only seventeen years old at that time and I couldn’t stand independent in many things, not to mention that if I took action, regardless of the winner or lose, my aunt would definitely not have a better life in the future.

My aunt’s daughter is only ten years old. It was when she was spending money at school. My aunt had no job, so I could only choose to endure.

After my uncle went to bed that day, my aunt came to my room and hugged me and cried, saying that she was incompetent and could only rely on my uncle, which made me suffer a lot of grievances.

Looking at my aunt's helpless and helpless look, I somehow had an idea.

When I was a child, people said that my life was accompanied by immortality, and there were several immortals who protected me, but why was my life so bumpy?

If I could invite those immortals to avenge me, even if I beat my uncle and teach him some lessons, and stop bullying my aunt in the future, that would be fine.

But I didn't tell my aunt this, and the next day I quietly returned to the village to find the second god of that year.
Chapter completed!