"The Twelve Methods of Suppressing the Mountains" has twelve parts, including dipping in the altar, preaching, witch doctor, cultivating Gu, talismans, forbidden spells, divination, praying for rain, realizing dreams, body diseases, worshiping gods, and solid objects. The whole book is copied in traditional Chinese characters

, interspersed with many scribbled notes, pictures and experiences, which are half a finger thick, and some miscellaneous experiences are also recorded in the final chapter.

Because it is written in traditional Chinese and hand-written, it is half-written and half-white, and it is missing chapters and pages, so it is very confusing to read.

When I was doing my grandmother's funeral, my mother was very worried, but I didn't pay much attention to these things. Apart from reading the thick book when I was bored, I was so busy with the funeral that I almost forgot about it.

On the third day after the funeral, I packed my bags and prepared to return to Dongdongguan. My mother left me at home to wait for another two days.

"Why?" I asked her, and my mother told me that tomorrow is the first day of the new year. Let's see if what my grandma said is true.

The mother said with a gloomy face: "She never tells lies to her family. Alas, she was planning to let me take over, but I was afraid of insects and refused. Then she didn't mention it again. Why did you get involved?

Where are you? Oh, I should have known better than to ask you to come back." I laughed at my mother for making such a fuss, but I didn't care and agreed to stay at home for a few days to play with my friends.

The next day I came back from having a drink at a child's home. It was late at night, but my mother didn't sleep.

She asked me why I didn't listen to her and didn't stay at home. I saw her face turned pale and her lips were biting tightly, so I thought she was sick. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening. My mother said no.

, she and my father were both sitting in the main room, waiting with me seriously for the arrival of twelve o'clock.

I found two bundles of red cloth and a few handfuls of mugwort on the door beam of the main room at home. There were some finely chopped millet next to the wooden threshold, lumps here and there, irregularly. Seeing that they were in a heavy mood, I felt it myself.

I felt a little uncomfortable, and my mother didn’t believe me when she saw me, so she told me some past events:

The Miao people are divided into raw Miao and mature Miao. Raw Miao are Miao people who are isolated from the world, while mature Miao are Hanized people who live mixed lives, do not live in the village, do not perform sacrifices, do not participate in Miao festivals, and do not even speak Miao dialect. My grandmother lives there.

I have lived in Dunzhai all my life, and it was a Miao village in the early years. In the past, the authority of the patriarch was greater than the sky. The only thing the patriarch was afraid of was my grandmother. When she was young, my grandmother was a beautiful woman from all over the country, and there were many

I was greedy, but I didn't know what happened, so I learned witchcraft from the goddess in a Miao village in the mountains.

The goddess in Miao Village is just a title, there are male and female, and the goddess my grandmother followed was a male.

The Miao people are good at raising poisonous insects, especially those on the Shiwanda Mountains. In the early years, the mountains were undeveloped and inaccessible. Venomous snakes, centipedes, lizards, earthworms, toads and other poisonous poisons were all over the mountains and plains. The more you saw them, the more poisonous they became. My grandmother

His master was a master of cultivating voodoos. Before liberation, he was even famous in the entire western Hunan area. But he died later. He died in a mountain den without anyone caring about him. The intestines of the corpse were stretched five meters by wild dogs.

It is long and covered with white maggots.

Later, my grandmother became the goddess of the Miao village.

In 1950, there was a bandit riot in western Hunan. A bandit leader from western Hunan passed by Dunzhai, fell in love with a girl in the village, and wanted to rob her. Later, there were too many barbarians in the Miao village, and none of them were afraid of death, so they conscripted

They got some food and left. Grandma just muttered a few words to them and said nothing more. Later, the liaison officer of the People's Liberation Army in the town told the people in the village that all 18 people, including the leader, of the bandits entrenched in Qingshanjie were killed.

, died of a vicious disease, hundreds of insects came out of the body, and the heart and liver were still there after cremation, forming a honeycomb shape.

…

My mother told me intermittently many old stories about my grandma. Some of these were told by my honest grandpa, and some were told by the old people in the village. Only then did I realize that my grandma, who I had always regarded as feudal and superstitious, had grown up in the past.

There is such a beautiful thing. It was not until the 1970s and 1980s, when the administration went to the countryside, and the village gradually became more connected with the outside world, that my grandmother began to fade out of the sight of outsiders. She made sacrifices, worshiped gods, saw doctors, told fortunes, and lived in the Miao village.

Remaining life.

"When you went to work, we all stopped you, but your grandmother looked at the incense for you. She said that you are as good as jade and need to endure hardships. She said that letting you go to the outside world and suffer some hardships will be helpful in your future life. So.

, you still have to thank your grandma for being like this." My mother said. I smiled and didn't say anything. Over the years, I also know some things about fortune telling. This thing pays attention to the truth and the false. It depends on what you hear and what you hear.

It falls under the category of psychology.

At this time, the electronic clock in the main room suddenly reached twelve o'clock and made a clanging sound.

My mother suddenly stopped and didn't speak. She and my father looked at me in fear.

I was confused by the look, and turned my attention to the glass decoration next to the shrine in the main room. I saw in the mirror that my face was as withered as gold foil, frighteningly yellow, and black lines were running on my forehead. I stared at it.

, a severe cramping pain rose from the left side of the abdomen, wave after wave, surging like a tide... I looked at my mother as if she was saying something to me, but my ears could not hear anything, and then

It felt like the world was destroyed, but I didn't fall into a coma.

Then I felt a lump moving between my stomach and intestines.

Ah...ah...it hurts, it really hurts!

The pain lasted for a full ten minutes. During these ten minutes, my mind was abnormally clear, and every pain was clear and vivid. Then the world became distorted, and it seemed like all kinds of evil ghosts were crawling out of the ground.

Later, I heard that someone quantified the pain level and said that if a person breaks a rib, the pain is almost ten times that of a woman giving birth. I always thought that the pain I felt at that time should be twice as much as giving birth because I also had it broken later.

Ribs a few times.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying on the ground, sweating all over my body, as if I had just been fished out of the water. My mother and father were trembling with fear and did not dare to come and help me. There was a layer of sweat on the ground.

The pool water contained sweat, as well as my incontinent feces and urine, which made the main room stink. My mother was cursing her soul: "You old immortal, you have even harmed your grandson. You deserve to die violently in your life. You old immortal,

Stop pestering my Lu Zuo..."

She scolded her harshly. This is the custom in our hometown. If an elder dies and comes back to find his relatives, he must scold him back. But my hands and feet were cold. It took me a long time to believe that this was not a dream, and I was trembling.

climb up.

A question suddenly occurred to me. Today, it should be my grandma's first birthday.

That night, I studied the book my grandma left for me for half the night. Because it was too sloppy, my mood was complicated, and I was always afraid of the unknown, I didn't find much.

Early the next morning, I transferred to the county bus and went to a tertiary hospital in the city. After registering, I had a full-body examination, which cost nearly 6,000 yuan. However, in the afternoon,

The doctor told me that I am in very good health. I don’t have any of the sub-health conditions that most people have, and my body functions are gradually changing in a good direction. In the X-ray films I took, I didn’t see anything inside my body.

Something more.

I truthfully told the old doctor who received me my situation. He was silent for a long time and told me two possibilities:

1.

Psychologically or mentally induced hallucinatory pain, which often occurs in drug addicts, patients with mental illness, and those taking stimulant drugs, neurogenic plant pollen, etc.;

2.

There are many things in occult science that cannot be explained by science, such as the situation I encountered. The theory of cultivating voodoo has been around for a long time and has been spread in many areas in southern China, Taiwan, Hong Kong and Southeast Asia. Some people have suggested that voodoo is actually a

A virus nourished by poisonous insects, but he didn't know it. If it was true, it would be useless to seek medical advice. He could only find relevant people to solve it.

Our place has always been a place where ethnic minorities live together. The current administrative unit is not called a city, but is called a Miao and Dong Autonomous Prefecture. The old doctor has been here for decades, so he naturally knows something about it, but maybe the hospital has regulations, and he is very

To be honest, he didn’t dare to say much about these, and he just asked me to find him. I didn’t have a way out and refused to go. After being pestered by me for a long time, he told me that there was a goddess named Long Laolan in the Miao Village below Jinping County.

, it is said to be very effective. When I heard this, my face turned white.

My grandma's name is Long Laolan.

On the way home, Agen, my partner who owns a jewelry store in Dongguan, called me and asked me when I would come back. Something happened in the store. One of the girls at the counter stopped working. She is usually the most convinced.

I, if I have time, I will go back and persuade her. Agen and I only have a dozen people in total, and there was no labor shortage in Guangdong at that time, but the girl he mentioned has a very good business, and it is a pity to leave. But I don’t have it at all.

If you don't care about this, just ask why you quit your job?

A Gen said that this girl's boyfriend was a stick (that is, an unruly bastard), and if she didn't do anything, her salary would not be enough for the two of them to spend lavishly, so her boyfriend persuaded her to go to sea.

Gen said that going to sea means making chickens. Most of the girls in Dongguan are working girls who changed careers. This situation became more serious after the financial crisis in 2008. I pursed my lips and couldn't help but think of that girl with big eyes.

A girl as bright as two overflowing wells.

I told Agen that I couldn't go back because I had something going on here, and asked him to tell that girl that either I would help her find an honest man to live a good life with, or get out and never appear in front of me again. I'm too lazy to see such a bitch.

people.

Agen sighed on the other end of the phone. I remembered that Agen seemed to be interested in that little girl.

After I returned home, I began to carefully study "The Twelve Methods of Suppressing the Mountains", and half an hour later I found the record of the golden silkworm poison that my grandmother gave me.

This is a collection of venomous snakes, eels, centipedes, frogs, scorpions, earthworms, big green caterpillars, mantises, cockroaches, four-legged snakes, spiders, and black-headed iron ants caught within three days of the Dragon Boat Festival on May 5th of the lunar calendar.

They were sealed in a large pottery jar made of brownstone and allowed to kill each other and devour each other. The more poisonous ones would eat the less poisonous ones, the stronger ones would eat the weaker ones. They would pray once before going to bed and once when they get up. This would last for a year.

, and finally there was only one left. The shape and color of this one changed, and it was called the Golden Silkworm Gu.

And this is the first step. What I swallowed is something that my grandmother has refined for decades and used to make natal poison.

This kind of Golden Silkworm Gu, which has been isolated from the world for decades and lives in the netherworld all year round, has a very irritable temperament and becomes violent whenever the qi is yin. Except for those born on July 15th, who have been opened by the ghost gate and purified by yin qi.

Only those who are suitable will not die violently immediately. Of course, this is only the first step. To completely suppress the viciousness of the golden silkworm Gu, one must take a kind of grass.

This kind of grass is called dragon fern grass, and it is the dragon fern grass that was worn by the dwarf mule.

The poison is vicious, but he is naturally afraid of dwarf mules.
Chapter completed!