My name is Wang Xiaoqi. People in the village call me ghost child.

the name of Wang Xiaoqi was given to me by my grandfather, who said that my life was not good and the eight characters were too weak to die. I believe what grandpa said. Until I was seven years old, I didn't know what grandpa said was lying to me.

uncle Er told me before he died that I was taken out of the coffin.

I took it out of the coffin on July 15, 1997, which was Ghost Festival.

when my mother gave birth to me, she had a hard time giving birth and died of massive bleeding. Before I landed, I was buried in the coffin with my mother.

my mother's first seven days happened to be on July 15. The old people in the village said it was unlucky and would cause major problems.

our custom there is that on the first seven nights, relatives must light a long light in front of the dead man's grave until the cock crows, which cannot be extinguished.

the so-called Changming light is to put some turpentine in the oil lamp. The purpose of Changming light is to let the soul of the dead see the way home. That night, Grandpa and my father were at my mother's grave. My grandma and my uncle were burning paper bridges at home.

my second uncle remembered that night very well. Before the sun went down that afternoon, all the people in the village closed their doors and hid in.

the old man said that on the day of the ghost festival, the ghost gate was open, and all the ghosts would come to the sun. If the sun went down, it would be easy to be possessed by ghosts if they were still outside.

the old man also said that the death of a woman in childbirth was very resentful. More than 90% of them will become violent ghosts, and they will come back to find two replacement ghosts in the first seven days. The weather on that night was very bad. There was no star in the sky, and there were no fingers in the dark. It was only my mother's grave that was dancing in the dark. It looked like a ghost fire. It was gloomy and horrible.

father and grandfather squatted in front of their mother's grave. Neither of them spoke. Grandpa's brow was tight and he was uneasy.

at the time of hai'i, there was a wind suddenly. The paper money on the grave head was whirling around. It looked like ghosts were dancing in the dark.

"ah, no, the ghost door is open, the evil spirit will come out, and the baby will die in her stomach. Xiaozhen will be angry, and it's easy to turn into a devil." Grandpa called out suddenly, which scared my father.

"Changming lamp is a pure ghost, and the past generation of gratitude and resentment turns into a clear one. Dust to dust, earth to earth, but there is no bitterness at the end of the bridge. After drinking it, grandma Meng saw the Buddha. "Grandpa said in a low voice, with a very serious expression. My father was afraid and looked at Grandpa nervously. When Grandpa was young, he learned some basic magic skills from a wandering Taoist for several months. If there are dead people in his family, he will ask grandpa to do something. He has a small reputation in the local area.

"what are you still doing? Your wife will turn into a devil immediately. Take out the folded paper man and burn it quickly," Grandpa shouted.

my father hurriedly took out the paper man who had been folded with yellow watch paper from the basket. I don't know what happened. When the fire started, the match couldn't be touched. My father was sweating.

a gust of overcast wind blew by, and the two long bright lights in front of the grave went out.

"Dad", my father's face was white with fear, and he looked at my grandfather tremblingly.

"now that your name is known, you hurry to go. The Lord is in a hurry like a law." Grandpa read a mantra, hissed and struck the match, lighting two long bright lights.

"hurry up, order the paper man". Grandpa is in a hurry.

my father was not afraid. He hurriedly put the paper man on the Changming lamp. After a long time, the paper man couldn't be lit in the light of the Changming lamp.

grandpa's eyebrows are wrinkled, and his eyes are fixed on the grave.

"Xiaozhen, I know you're not willing to, but this is life. God forbid you to embarrass your man." Grandpa said sadly.

after a long time, the paper man still couldn't light it, and the wick of the long light still flickered so much that it seemed to go out at any time.

"Xiaozhen, people have humanity, ghosts have ghost ways, so don't blame dad for being cruel." Grandpa sighed heavily, biting his index finger and drew a sign on the paper man.

"with the help of gods from all over the world, the ghosts dodged. The LORD was in such a hurry as a law and order." Grandpa gave a light drink, and the paper man was on fire.

the paper man is a simple stack of past life, one foot high, symbolizing this life and the next. Each paper man has painted six horizontal bars with cinnabar brush, which symbolizes six samsara. There are ninety-nine paper people in total, which means "nine in one", and life is back to the starting point.

the paper man was burning fast in the fire pot, burned up the paper ashes and flew out of the fire pot, floating around in the air in circles. The old people said that when the paper was burned for the dead, it was the dead people who came to take the money.

"wuwuwu", suddenly a woman's cry sounded, very sad.

my father's hair suddenly exploded, and his whole body was covered with gooseflesh. He was so familiar with the voice, which was the voice of his own dead daughter-in-law.

"ah, Xiaozhen, you still have a wish." Grandpa sighed. He had seen his daughter-in-law sitting on the grave and crying. He was wearing the red robe when he was buried.

"Xiaozhen", my father burst into tears like a child.

"Dad, where is Xiaozhen? Why can't I see it?" Dad looked around, holding grandpa's hand and asked.

"Xiaozhen is dead. Now she is a ghost. You can't see her because of the strong Yang fire on your body." grandpa reached out and slapped my father on both shoulders, killing his two Yang lights.

"your daughter-in-law is sitting at the grave. Go and ask her if she has any wish." Grandpa points to the grave, and my father stumbles over it. No matter how my father asked, my mother just kept crying, just refused to talk.

when the time is up, the wind in the grave blows, more ghosts rush out of the ghost gate, and the bones of the cold stabbing people are painful.

the cold sweat on my grandfather's forehead is pouring. He is constantly practicing magic to protect my father and myself from the ghost. If you can't get it right, the ghost will hook you to the living soul and make you a living dead person. On the day of Ghost Festival, the ghost does not care if it takes away the ghost of the living.

"come to me quickly, I can't help it." Grandpa's face turned white. He only followed the Taoist for a few months, and his ability was very limited.

"Vajra Dharma, protect yourself, the Supreme Lord is in such a hurry as the law and order", Grandpa broke the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood into the air, and a secret mantra was quickly read out.

"Dad, what's wrong with Xiaozhen? Why doesn't she talk?" my father asked anxiously.

grandpa didn't pay attention to my father, but his brow was more wrinkled, because he found a very bad problem.

"it doesn't make sense why all these ghosts got into Xiaozhen's grave." my grandfather was in a great hurry and watched a steady stream of ghosts get into the grave.

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