There is a scene in Zhangjiajie where two Taoist priests sculpt one after the other, with a zombie in the middle. Zombies are covered with yellow symbols, so they can't see light. However, you damn fool's costume is not old, and you can't go very far, and you don't even care about Shi Tian and Zhong Kui, but it's just the costume of the Qing Dynasty. It can be seen that good people have little knowledge, and Hong Kong and Taiwan have watched too many ghost films and made arbitrary assumptions.
Several generations ago, there was an old man in Jinjiao. It was said that he was very good at magic. Whether Jinjiao was born for the first time is unknown. He can spit out his tongue in front of people and cut it open with his pocket knife. It will be dripping with blood, but when it is retracted and stretched out, it will be intact. You can also swallow knives or chopsticks. You know how to play tricks. If you are unfortunate enough to get hemorrhoids, it is said that mice are picky about flowers. In the past, there was no so-called business in remote places, but every poker family had it. Dad burned the tongs red, went straight into the flower gate and exhaled smoke. He will be cured in a few days, just like watching people burn pig's head in the vegetable market, which is more exciting and sensational than Guan Gong's bone cutting therapy.
Modern people have nine hemorrhoids in ten, and they are afraid of being branded by red-hot poker. Some women are afraid of pain when they have children. Fortunately, Jinjiao's father is an ancient man, and most of his spells have been lost. If he has hemorrhoids, he doesn't have to worry about being tortured. It is said that this method is a poisonous insect, which is harmful to virtue and future generations, so it has become a legend. The descendant of Jinjiao's father, I don't know which grandson he is, is still alive. Everyone calls him Uncle Tang, but he can only paint the water in Kowloon with one hand.
Once I ate fish and wolfed it down, and the fishbone got stuck in my throat. It's no use swallowing with tweezers. Patiently waiting for digestion is not a temporary effort. After tossing for a long time, there is always no way, even breathing is difficult. At this time, I had strange and desperate thoughts in my heart, and I shuddered at the thought of dying. Although eating can choke people for a while, the way to die is to be a laughing stock. Then my mother called the police. My mom said, what's the big deal? Go find Uncle Xing Tang who can draw Jiulong Water. But don't go home empty-handed, as if unintentionally. So I picked up two packs of cigarettes.
Uncle Xingtang's family always gives people the feeling that they are not rich. The house is still an old wooden house, and there is a shrine in the hall. I don't know whose portrait, maybe even Jinjiao's father, blackens the walls with incense. After explaining my purpose to him, I handed him the cigarette. He was very humble, but the villagers were a little embarrassed and finally accepted it. At that time, he was smoking a cigarette and drinking a long bamboo pole, and mosquitoes were afraid to get close. I saved my heart and watched him put down his cigarette. I got up and found a small cup. I scooped a glass of water from the big water tank, holding it in my left hand, and my right index finger was spinning quickly at the mouth of the cup. My mouth was pursed and I didn't know what formula to read. My eyes seemed to be closed and I didn't puzzle. I don't think this is the same as driving a corpse. It is said that corpse-driving is the mantra of Wen Tianxiang's Song of Righteousness. Then pass it to me for me to drink. "It doesn't matter, just drink it." It was when I hated my illness that I lifted my neck and drank it without thinking much. Just a glass of water. It tastes bad. But I don't know if it really worked, or if there was a hint in my heart. I tried to swallow it, but I felt as uncomfortable as there was no bone in my throat.
A magician always gives people a deep and gloomy feeling, just like impermanence. Ordinary people generally refuse to approach him unless they have to. Uncle Xing Tang's family is always unlucky. His only son, Chengzhi, has been ill for many years. It's really bad in the valley, and a ghost has happened recently. One day, just after dark, Chengzhi came back from logging in the mountains alone, and the road was deserted. That's where the two villages meet. It's not very desolate and lonely. He has been walking until now, but by midnight, he is already the black head of the moon. In his words, his eyes were suddenly painted with black paint, and at this moment, a car suddenly appeared, didn't turn on the light, rushed at him, hit his chest, flew him out, and fell into the paddy field by the side of the road. Pity him lying in the ground. Fortunately, there was no water in the field and he didn't drown. After a long time, he slowly recovered. I was sweating all over, my forehead was wiped and my hands were covered with blood. Only when he was a little sober did he know that there had been a car accident and the perpetrators had escaped. So I struggled to get up and stumbled back, thinking I had to find someone nearby to testify. I knocked on the door of a family, asked about a car that just came and hit him. It was dark and I didn't see the car clearly. The person who opened the door saw that his face was covered with blood, like a ghost, his face was in a trance and his eyes were wandering. He said grumpily that in the middle of the night, where there was a car, he slammed the door behind him.
He knew that he was afraid of hitting a ghost car. After returning home, his family sent him to the hospital overnight, with a big cut on his forehead and more than a dozen stitches. I was hospitalized for nearly half a month and spent more than two thousand. When I met him, I had been discharged from the hospital for many days and my body had recovered greatly. As I just heard, I feel very ignorant. In order to verify that it was really a ghost-car collision, as long as someone asked and made a show of disbelief, he rolled up the sleeve of his left hand and the trousers of his left leg, clearly showing that both his left hand and left leg were internally injured and bruised. If it is an ordinary car accident, people throw it out heavily. According to common sense, they can only be injured on the outside of their hands and feet. He consulted the Yin and Yang family again. Yin and Yang are combined, he calculated carefully, and when Yin qi is flourishing, he immediately asserted that the ghost who caused the accident should be young and energetic. Only young people can drive fast, just like humans. Really a fairy. A few months ago, a young man was killed by a racing car here. He was haunted and wanted to beg body double. Finally, the teacher of Yin and Yang said, "It's your life that I didn't catch you asking for a double body."
When I listened to his nonsense, I looked at his erratic eyes like a thorn in my back. I always felt sinister behind me, so I left in a hurry. It is raining outside. When I saw the section of Wang Xifeng's Grand View Garden, I also felt gloomy, so I quickly turned over a page. As the saying goes, if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts, so when you walk at night, you will stride forward and open your own front. Unexpectedly, I have been gone for many years, and I can't remember the details, but I haven't met a ghost in the end. But maybe it's because of the high eyes. According to the theory of Yin and Yang, if the fire eye is high, the yang will be strong, and if the ghost spirit is heavy, the Yin and Yang will meet and disappear.
Later, there were intermittent reports of others hitting ghosts, and some people knew his roots, but all of them were another story. It turns out that he suffers from sleepwalking at night. He slept until midnight and quietly got out of bed. One day, his wife found out. At first, she thought he was urinating. Long time no see, she became suspicious and thought she had touched another cousin's hot bed. So I stared at his tail and followed him quietly. I found his eyes straight, and I didn't notice when I walked in front of him. He looks terrible. He's a zombie.
Alas! Is this really the misfortune of Jinjiao's father's family? Dad Jinjiao is just a legend, but Uncle Xing Tang and Kowloon Water are not legends. Time flies, the stars are flowing, and the strange skills of our ancestors are not successful. He only inherited a weak body and a poor family, and mediocrity is half a hundred. Who knows if Kowloon Water is an intangible cultural heritage? Get rid of its dross and get its essence, but I still think Kowloon Water will not be lost!