Chapter 2: The Compulsion Attacks, Need to Find a Good Cure
The Twelve Methods of Suppressing Mountains consists of twelve parts, namely, altar dipping, preaching, witchcraft, parasites, talismans, forbidden incantations, divination, praying for rain, dreaming, epidemics, sacrifices to the gods, and solids. The entire book is transcribed in traditional Chinese characters, interspersed with many scribbled notes, diagrams and experiences, the thickness of which is half a finger, and in the last chapter there are also some miscellaneous feelings recorded.
Because of the traditional Chinese characters and hand-copied, half-text, half-white, and also missing chapters and pages, it was very difficult to read.
Grandmother's funeral, my mother was worried, but I did not pay too much attention to these things, in addition to idle boredom when looking through that thick book, busy funeral busy head to head, I almost forgot the matter of swallowing the worm compulsion. On the third day after the funeral, I packed my bags and prepared to return to Dong Dong Guan, my mother left me at home to wait for two more days.
"Why?" I asked her, my mother told me, tomorrow is the first day of the year, to see if what my grandmother said is true.
My mother said with a sad face, "She never tells lies to her family. Alas, she used to be ready for me to take over, but I was afraid of the bugs and just wouldn't do it, and then she didn't mention it again. How come you've been dragged into it? Alas, I should have known not to call you back." I laughed at my mother for making such a fuss, but didn't really care and promised to stay home for a few days and find friends to play with.
The next day I came back from a hairdresser's house to eat wine, the night was late, but my mother did not sleep.
She scolded me for not listening to her and not staying home properly. I saw that she was pale and her lips were tightly bitten, so I just thought she was sick; it was already eleven o'clock at night by that time. My mother said no, she and my father were sitting in the hall, looking serious, waiting with me for twelve o'clock.
I found two bundles of red cloth and a few handfuls of mugwort on the door beam of the family's hall, and there was some fine millet next to the wooden threshold, a pile in the east and a pile in the west, irregularly. See them in a heavy mood, I also feel a little uncomfortable to see my mother see me especially do not believe, tell me about some of the past:
Miao divided into raw and mature Miao, raw Miao is isolated Miao people, and mature Miao is being Sinicized, mixed, do not live in the walled city, do not sacrifice, not Miao Festival, and even do not speak the Miao language. The Dunzhai, where my grandmother has lived all her life, was a Hmong village in the early years. In the old days, the patriarch's authority was greater than the sky. The only one the patriarch was afraid of was my grandmother. When my grandmother was young, she was the beauty of the countryside, a lot of people crave, and then I do not know what happened to her, she learned witchcraft with the godmother of the deep mountain Hmong cottage.
Hmong village godmother is just a name, there are men and women, and my grandmother with that godmother is a man.
The Miao people are good at raising parasites, especially the Miao people on this side of the 100,000 Great Mountains. In the early years when the mountains were not developed and people were rare, poisonous snakes, centipedes, lizards, earthworms, toads and other venomous creatures roamed the mountains, and when they saw more of them, they slowly learned about their toxicity. My grandmother's master was an expert in raising parasites, and before the liberation of China, he was even quite famous in the whole western Hunan area. However, he died in a mountain nest, and no one cared about him. The intestines of his body were pulled by wild dogs to a length of five meters, and all of them were covered with white maggots.
My grandmother became the goddess of the Miao village.
In 1950, there was a bandit problem in western Hunan. A bandit leader from western Hunan passed by Dunzhai and took a liking to a girl in the village and tried to rob her by force. There were too many barbarians in the village and they were not afraid of death, so they collected some grain and left. Grandma just muttered a few words at them and didn't say anything else. Later, the liaison officer of the PLA in the town told the people in the walled village that this group of bandits entrenched in the Green Mountain sector, including the leader of the eighteen people, all killed, died of malignant diseases, the body gushed out hundreds of worms to the cremation of the heart and liver is still there in the form of a honeycomb.
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My mother intermittently told me many old stories about my grandmother. Some of these were from my honest grandfather, some were from the old people in the village, and I realized that my grandmother, whom I had always regarded as a feudal superstition, had such a glorious life when she was young. Until the 70s and 80s, the administration went to the countryside, the village and the outside world contact gradually more, Grandma began to fade out of the vision of outsiders, in the Miao village rituals, worship, see the doctor, fortune-telling, spend the rest of their lives.
"When you go to work, we all stop, the result of your grandmother to help you look at the incense, she said you good as jade need to be tribulation, said that let you go to the outside world to suffer a little bit, on the later life will help. So, the way you are now, you still have to thank your grandmother." My mother said. I smiled and didn't pick up the conversation. Over the years, I also know something about fortune telling, this thing is about a false reality, looking and hearing, and it completely belongs to the category of psychology.
At this time, the electronic clock in the hall suddenly reached twelve o'clock, clanging and ringing.
Mother suddenly stopped without speaking, and father looked at me with fear.
I was puzzled by the look and cast my eyes toward the glass decoration next to the shrine in the hall. I saw in the mirror that my face was as withered as gold leaf, yellow and frightening, and a dark line traveled across my forehead. I stared at it, and a sharp cramping pain rose right up from the left side of my abdomen, wave after wave without stopping, raging like a tidal wave ...... I looked at my mother as if she was saying something to me, but my ears couldn't hear anything, and then it felt as if the world was ending - and yet I was partial to not passing out.
Then I felt a mass traveling between my stomach belly and organs.
Ah ...... ah ...... pain, really j8 pain ah!
The pain lasted for ten minutes, ten minutes in which my mind was awake and abnormal, every ounce of pain clear and vivid, and then the world was twisted, and it was as if a million evil spirits crawled out of the ground.
Later I heard that someone had quantified the pain scale, saying that if you calculate the pain value of a human breaking a rib, a woman giving birth is almost ten times as much. I've always thought that the pain I was in would have been twice that of childbirth - because I've broken ribs a few times since.
When I regained my senses, I found myself lying on the floor, sweating all over my body, **like** I had just come out of the water. My mother and father were trembling with fear and did not dare to come over to help me. The floor was a puddle of water, sweat, but also my incontinence of feces and urine, the hall smoked stinking. My mother was cursing the soul: "You old bastard, you even harmed your grandchildren, you deserve to die a horrible death. You old undead, don't come back to haunt my family Lu Zuo ......."
She cursed very hard, this is our hometown custom, if the elders die, return to find their relatives, we have to curse it back. And I have cold hands and feet, after a long time to believe that this is not a dream, shivering to get up.
I suddenly thought of a problem, today, should be my grandmother's first seven days.
That night I studied the book my grandmother had left me for half the night, and because of my scribbling, my mixed feelings, and my constant fear of the unknown, I didn't find much.
Early the next morning, I transferred to the county shuttle bus to the city of a tertiary hospital, after registering for a full body checkup, spent nearly six thousand dollars. However, in the afternoon, the doctor told me that my body is very good, very healthy, general people have the same sub-health state I do not, and body functions are gradually towards a good direction. In the fluoroscopic films I took, I did not see anything more inside my body.
I honestly told the old doctor who received me about my situation. He was silent for a long time and told me about two possibilities:
1. Psychological or spiritual cause of hallucination pain, this kind of thing is often found in drug dependence, mental illness patients and take stimulant drugs, nervous plant pollen and so on;
2. There are many things in the occult that science can not explain, such as the case I encountered. The idea of raising parasites has been around for a long time and has been circulating in many areas of southern China, Taiwan, Hong Kong and Southeast Asia. Some people have suggested that parasites are actually a virus nourished by poisonous insects, but he is not sure. If it is true, then it is useless to seek medical advice, only to seek solutions from the people concerned.
Our place has always been a place inhabited by ethnic minorities, and now the administrative unit is not even called a city, called the Miao and Dong Autonomous Prefecture, the old physician has been here for decades, naturally, he knows something, but perhaps there are rules in the hospital, he is very reticent to say anything about this, and dare not say much, but only told me to go and look for it. I do not have the doorway refused to go, was pestered by me for a long time before he told me, said Jinping County below the Miao village, there is a goddess called Long Laolan, said to be very spiritual. Hearing this, my face turned white.
My grandmother's name was Long Laolan.
On the way home, my partner in the Dongguan jewelry store A Root called me and asked me when to come back, the store has a little thing, a counter of the little sister does not do it, she is usually the most convinced me, I want to have time to go back to persuade her. Root and I only have a dozen people under our command, at that time there was no labor shortage in Guangdong, but he said that the girl's business is very good, it's a pity to go. But I was not in the mood to care about this, so I asked why I quit my job.
Root said the girl's boyfriend is a stick (that is, the immodest bastard), do not do anything to rely on her to support her, her wages simply can not provide for two people spend lavishly, so her boyfriend persuaded her to go to sea. Root said that to go to sea means to go to **, and most of Dongguan's marks women are working girls who have switched careers - a situation that got worse after the financial crisis of '08. I pursed my lips, and in my mind I couldn't help but think of that girl with big, bright eyes like two overflowing wells.
I told Root that I couldn't go back because I had something on my side, and told him to tell that girl that either I would help her find another honest man to have a good time with, or get lost and never show up in front of my eyes - I'm too lazy to see this kind of bitch.
Root sighed on the other end of the phone, and it occurred to me that Root seemed to have a bit of a thing for that little sister.
When I got home, I started to carefully study the Twelve Methods of Suppressing Mountains, and then half an hour later I found a record of such a thing as the Golden Silkworm Compulsion that Grandma had put on me.
This is within three days of the Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar, captured poisonous snakes, eels, centipedes, frogs, scorpions, earthworms, large green caterpillars, praying mantis, cockroaches, four-legged snakes, spiders, and black-headed iron ants in a large clay jar made of brownstone sealed, so that they kill each other, devouring each other, poisonous more to eat less poisonous, strong to eat the weaker, and praying once a day before going to bed, and getting up and praying once a day, and this way for so much of a year, and in the end, there is only one. There was only one left. The shape and color of this one has changed, and it is called the Golden Silkworm Compulsion.
And this is the first step, I swallowed this is only after my grandmother refining for decades, use to do the life of the compulsion.
This is isolated from the world for decades, living in the netherworld all year round, the golden silkworm parasites, temperament is very violent, every time the gas yin will be violent, in addition to being born on the 15th of July, received the ghost door open, yin gas cleansing talent can be suitable, will not immediately violent body and death. Of course, this is only the first step, to completely suppress the viciousness of the native golden silkworm parasites, must take a kind of grass.
This kind of grass is called Dragon Fern Grass, and it is the Dragon Fern Grass that has been braided and worn by the Short Mule.
The parasites are vicious, but are naturally afraid of short mules.
