Within seven days of my birth, my mother killed me three times.
In the first winter, my mother threw me naked on the cold and hard road. If my neighbor hadn't discovered me early, I would have been run over by a truck and died.
The second time, my mother picked me up and threw me into a cold water tank while the rest of the family was asleep. If my father, who was sleeping lightly, had not noticed in time, he would have drowned me in time.
The third time she killed me was even more terrifying. My mother actually threw me into a burning pit. Fortunately, the moment I was thrown in, my brother who had just returned home from herding sheep found me and stopped me in time, so I survived.
In response, my mother beat my eldest brother severely, and my sister often lived in fear under my mother's vicious and terrifying gaze. She was either beaten or scolded. Fortunately, my mother had no murderous intentions towards them.
Because I was born as thin as a sick cat, and because my mother was a lunatic, she insisted that I was a beast, so she tried every possible means to kill me, maybe because she didn't like me.
Although I survived three disasters, I had no future blessings. When I grew up, I was often haunted by various evil spirits and almost died many times.
My father was afraid that I would be killed by my mother, so he decided to send me to my grandma's house for adoption. Fortunately, my grandma agreed, otherwise I might not have survived more than a month.
It's shameful to say that if my father's family hadn't been poor, I wouldn't have married my crazy mother as my wife.
My family is poor, but my grandma's family is in a good situation. My grandma is a retired worker of a state-owned enterprise, and my grandpa is the stationmaster of a rural railway station. Although he is also retired, he is respected by many people.
As for the reason for my mother's illness, I didn't know it until I became an adult.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, my father wrapped me in a blanket, rode his bicycle to the door of my grandma’s house, and shouted, “Mom, Dad, I’m here to hold my son!”
After saying that, grandma and grandpa, who were about sixty years old, walked out of the room. After seeing the blanket in dad's arms, they quickly took it and opened it happily.
But for some reason, a dark wind suddenly blew on me out of thin air, causing me to get cold all over and cry loudly.
But before my grandma could coax me, a man's hoarse voice suddenly came from the gate, "Give me some food, give me some food."
Everyone turned around and saw a beggar who was about fifty years old and dressed in dirty rags, with unkempt hair and a cheek covered with hideous centipede scars. He was holding a wooden stick in his left hand and a broken bowl in his right hand, looking pitifully at his grandma begging.
"Get out, this is no place for you!" Dad, who was already in a bad mood, yelled loudly, but it frightened me into crying several times.
Unexpectedly, the beggar's pupils suddenly contracted, he looked at me in my grandma's arms, quickly ran to me, grabbed my arm, stroked it up and down, and said with a trembling voice, "This, this child, this child is... This kid is not simple..."
The beggar looked shocked and looked at me like he was looking at a god.
"Go away, don't arrest my grandson!" When my grandfather saw this, he was furious and wanted to drive the beggar away.
"Wait a minute!" Grandma quickly stopped grandpa and looked at the beggar with doubts on her face. "Excuse me, what do you mean? Can't you tell fortunes by touching bones? Why is my grandson not simple?"
When my father and grandfather saw this, they wanted to chase the beggar away. They were both materialists and did not believe in ghosts and gods, let alone that the beggar had the ability to tell fortunes by touching bones.
However, as a fairy, my grandma firmly believed in metaphysics. She glared at her grandfather and father, looked at the beggar and humbly asked him for advice, and asked the beggar to predict the good or bad luck of my fortune. After all, I had nearly suffered many accidents since I was born. Losing one's life really worries grandma.
"Ahem..." Hearing this, the beggar took my pulse with a solemn expression, and then felt my bones from the top of my head down to my toes. However, his expression suddenly changed and he exclaimed, "How is this possible? He, this child, He turned out to be a Taoist Immortal!"
"What, a Taoist Immortal?" Grandma suddenly looked confused and quickly asked what happened to a Taoist Immortal and what my fate was.
The beggar suddenly straightened his back, and his aura suddenly changed like that of a Taoist master. He looked at me solemnly and explained that the Taoist Immortal is a deity who descends to the mortal world to practice through tribulations.
He also calculated that after my soul descended to earth, it split into two incarnations, one male and one female. They were a male body with a pure yin body, and a female body with a pure yang body. They are called twins in the cultivation world, also called twin flames.
And because I have a pure yin body, my yin and yang eyes will be opened after the age of three, and I will attract many evil spirits to seek my life. My grandma was frightened and asked for a solution.
The beggar said that outsiders could not solve the problem, unless I met a woman whose other half soul transformed into a pure yang body in the future. After the yin and yang energy merged into one, not only would I avoid the phenomenon of attracting ghosts, but I would also achieve great accomplishments and become unrivaled in the world. A master of Taoism.
My grandma was overjoyed when she heard this. She took out ten yuan and asked the beggar to figure out where the incarnation of my other half's soul, the woman with a pure Yang body, was.
Unexpectedly, when the father saw this, he scolded him again, "Mom, you have so much money, it would be great to buy some milk powder for your child. What a pure yang body, pure yin body, I think this beggar is a liar."
When my grandma heard this, she looked angry and scolded her father. She was about to ask the beggar for help again, but suddenly there was a strong wind and flying sand and rocks. Everyone was blinded by the wind and unable to open their eyes.
In the wind, I vaguely heard the beggar's words that if I meet him again in the future, he might be able to help me.
When the wind and sand dispersed, everyone's expressions suddenly changed. The beggar in front of them actually disappeared out of thin air.
My grandfather and father had never seen such a vision before. They felt like they were seeing a ghost. They rushed out of the hospital to look for the beggar, but there was no trace.
But they would rather believe that it was a dream than believe that what just happened was real.
But grandma was not a simple person. She felt that the beggar was a master of martial arts, and she firmly believed in what he said and kept it in her heart.
But she still couldn't figure out why one soul split into two male and female incarnations of yin and yang. She couldn't figure it out, so she had no choice but to stop worrying about it. I won't know what happened until my soul awakened in the future.
Time flies, and more than two years have passed in a flash.
Although I have not attracted ghosts in the past two years, I have been frail and sickly and often catch colds and diarrhea.
This was very painful for my two parents. They often sent me to the clinic for intravenous infusion. They spent a lot of money on me, but they could never solve the root cause of the disease, which made them haggard.
Until the night when I turned three years old, after my grandma offered incense and prayed to the old immortal, she sat next to me and watched the surroundings as if she was facing an enemy.
Because the beggar said that after I turn three years old, I will open my yin and yang eyes and be able to see ghosts. Because I have a pure yin body, I will attract evil ghosts to seek my life and have many disasters in my life.
Only when I meet a woman whose other half of my soul transforms into a pure Yang body, and the two merge into one, can I avoid attracting ghosts and become a respected gentleman, but that will happen in the future.
It was almost twelve o'clock in the morning. My grandma was afraid that something would happen to me, so she kept the light on the whole time, and her eyes kept scanning me and the clock on the wall vigilantly.
Although grandpa doesn’t believe in ghosts and ghosts, he was very nervous tonight.
The atmosphere was depressing and time flew by.
It's one minute to twelve o'clock!
Grandma breathed a sigh of relief, looked at grandpa and said, "Old man, our grandson Chen Ba'an should be fine. It's already eleven fifty-nine, and there's no accident."
Since I was born on the eighth day of the first lunar month, my grandma named me Chen Ba'an, which means stability and safety.
"Huh." Grandpa also relaxed and looked at me sleeping on the kang and said, "If you ask me to say that there are no ghosts in the world, I will make you nervous, you..."
But before he could finish his words, a strong wind suddenly blew outside the window, causing the windows to rattle.
The atmosphere in the entire room became strange and gloomy, and the temperature dropped sharply.
Boom, the lightbulb suddenly emitted the sound of unstable voltage and shattered with a bang, and the room fell into darkness!
"Not good!" My grandma's face changed drastically!
