I was born in a rural area in Northeast China and have been doing horse racing for some years, which is also commonly known as the horse racing 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, which lasted more than thirty years, I went to many places, met many people, and had many stories. If I wrote about it, some people would 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 a few people who used to write real stories, 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 grass rolls and wine is called halaqi.
But in fact, there are several types of cigarettes. Cigarettes are called grass rolls, cigarettes are called slices or orchids, and tobacco pouches are called orchid sticks or ebony sticks.
Wine is not only called Hara Qi, but also called red grain and fine water.
Roasted 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 flower 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 feel 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. My grandma's face changed when she heard it, and she said that in the past, my ancestors had a concubine who hanged herself while wearing a red cheongsam.
Later, the family specially invited people to burn paper to clean the house, and they struggled for several days. From then on, I never saw her again.
Because I was always like 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 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 jargon.
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, 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 them is missing, you cannot be called a hall.
Some people mistakenly established the Baojiaxian as the entrance to the hall. Not only did it not play the role of protecting the family, it actually 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 Immortal worships the four major families of Hu, Huang and Chang Mang, plus the ghost fairy Qingfeng, also known as the Five Immortals. Among them, 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 a horse 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 they licked it.
Others will use red-hot iron bars, called wicker sticks, to push them with their hands, and whoever is better 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 now, and almost no one dares to do it.
There are two types of doctors treated by great masters. According to the mouth of the hall, one is Wentang and the other is Wutang.
Wentang's doctor is basically the same as a normal person, except that after the immortal gets upper body, he will occasionally make some unconscious little movements, but they are not scary.
The martial arts hall is amazing. The popularly known dance master basically refers to the martial arts hall.
As long as Xianjia gets upper body, he will shake his head and stomp his feet, tremble all over, and jump around. Sometimes he will feel angry, sometimes he will feel like a grass roll, and sometimes he will feel like a little phoenix.
At that time, there were few literary schools and many martial arts schools. This was also related to Lao Xian'er's Taoism.
Because Wu Tang's younger brother Ma did not participate, 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 watching the incident, I will be very tired and unaware of 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 experts can see ten different situations for the same thing.
The great doctor who treated me back then was an old lady with her orifices tied to death. She was from the village next to ours. Her surname was Wang. She was over seventy years old. Everyone 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 greet 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 drive 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 Lama Gangdao, Zhongliang, Yiben and Sanhai, which are also commonly known as the two gods.
As soon as he heard that Old Xian'er was going to greet the wind, he quickly lit the pipe and 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 the prostitute, and he rushed back today specifically for my matter, and he wanted to give me a good explanation.
When my mother heard this, she didn't dare to neglect, so she quickly took out five yuan, pressed it under the incense burner, and then told me my birthday and birth date.
At that time, wedding gifts only cost ten yuan, so five yuan was a lot depending on the situation.
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 and low firepower. He can easily lose face. If he says he loses his soul, he will lose his soul. If he says he has a fever, he will have a fever. It's fine when you go to the hospital, but it's still the same when you go home. Let me tell you, this is a false illness, don't treat it as a real illness."
My mother heard this and asked quickly: "Old Xian'er, what should we do?"
Mrs. Wang said: "It's easy to handle. I will ask my disciple to write a talisman for the little golden boy to wear. It will be promoted in seven or forty-nine days. In the future, he will be able to use less of those things. There is a fairy fate in the little golden boy's life. Several immortals are protecting him. But he can’t go to places with strong negative energy, and don’t let the little golden boy go out at night. Just wait until he grows up.”
My mother nodded after hearing this, and my grandfather next to her knew better and asked: "Old Xianjia, 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, they were embarrassed, and secondly, almost all disciples who took action had to go through a lot of hardships and had a rough fate. Many people were tortured to the point of going crazy, just like mental illness.
Mrs. Wang said: "The little golden boy can't take action for the time being. He still has three disasters and eight disasters in his life, and they all come after fate. If he can't get through it, it's useless for anyone to ask him to take action."
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 the 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, and 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 also 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. There was only a large pool of blood on the ground and a deformed bicycle.
I became an orphan from then on. After my parents’ funeral, my aunt took me to her home and said she would raise me up.
The first two years or so were fine. My aunt and her family were very nice to me, and my aunt always loved me.
But gradually, my uncle began to treat me less well. Even when he usually had two more mouthfuls of rice, he didn't look good. When he came home, he would either slam the door or smash the bowl, and he kept a straight face all day long.
Later I gradually learned that my aunt was married for the second time. She married her uncle with a one-year-old child, so her uncle had always treated her badly.
Moreover, my uncle is also an alcoholic. I have seen him hit my aunt several times when he drank too much. He hit the door latch with a thick arm when the child picked it up, without any affection between husband and wife.
One time, I heard him start another fight in the house, beating me and scolding me at the same time. He said that he had spent a lot of money supporting me for two or three years, and all the little property his family had at the time had been spent long ago.
Only then did I understand that it was because of my family’s property that he was willing to accept me.
I almost couldn't hold it in anymore and wanted to rush in and fight him, but after thinking about it I held it back.
After all, I was only seventeen years old at that time, and I couldn't do many things independently. What's more, if I took action, regardless of winning or losing, my aunt would definitely have a worse life in the future.
My aunt's daughter is only ten years old. It's time to pay for school, and my aunt has no job, so I can only choose to endure it.
After my uncle went to bed that day, my aunt came to my room, hugged me and cried, saying that she had no ability and could only rely on my uncle, which made me suffer a lot.
Seeing my aunt's helpless and helpless look, I somehow came up with an idea.
When I was a child, people said that I was destined to be blessed with immortality, and that I was protected by several immortals. But why was my life so rough?
If you can invite those immortals to come down and avenge me, even if you beat my uncle and teach him a lesson so that he won't bully my aunt again, that's fine.
But I didn't tell my aunt, and quietly returned to the village the next day to find the second god from back then.
It is said that only two gods can do this kind of thing.
