★ Five stones
After graduating from high school, I was admitted to a fifth-rate university. In college, I met a buddy, and I will call him Dongzi.
Dongzi is also from Yuncheng. He has no relatives in school. He was so happy to meet a fellow villager. I think only those who have experienced it can understand the feeling of meeting an old friend in a foreign land. We went to class together, skipped classes, and failed courses every day. Dongzi is a man with many stories. I like to listen to his weird stories about his hometown the most. (Pure personal preference. As mentioned before, I am a person who likes excitement. If someone asks me if I believe in the supernatural world, special abilities, ET aliens, etc., I will answer without hesitation: I believe.)
Dongzi's grandmother's home is in a village near Yuncheng. For some reason, there are many supernatural events in the village. People keep spreading them, and they become stories. Some of my stories are based on folk stories, because I believe that the truth is hidden in the folks and stories come from life. This story happened at Dongzi's grandmother's home.
What he said was absolutely true. Listening to his narration really broadened my horizons. It is really a mystery how many secret techniques there are in the 5,000 years of Chinese history.
Dongzi has three uncles and two aunts. The others are very ordinary, but only his second uncle is successful. He went out to do business and made a fortune. In the village, his family has a capable person. Many people envy him, and even more people are jealous. The whole family has benefited from him. They are all proud of him. As soon as his uncle arrived at the school where we studied, he invited him out for dinner. When Dongzi came back, he told us what kind of fresh seafood his uncle invited us to eat. Every time we were so greedy that we couldn't stop drooling (the food in a fifth-rate university is terrible).
One day, he said to me with a depressed look: "My uncle had a car accident." Out of genuine concern, I asked anxiously: "Is it serious?" "His leg was broken, and he is lying in the hospital." He told me depressedly. "Oh, it's good that he is not in danger of life." I comforted him. "I have a lot of family affairs recently. Two days ago, my uncle fell from a half-meter-high stool while working, and now he can't even get out of bed; my grandma also had a cerebral thrombosis, her life was saved, but she can't work." He was in a very low mood. Seeing him like this, I could only enlighten him: "People have misfortunes at any time, brother, everyone has bad times, we men can get through it with a little bit of grit , don't be sad, it will be fine." He said with emotion: "Thanks, buddy, brother, I'm fine, don't worry."
This incident was just a trigger. Four or five months later, at noon one day when Dongzi and I were having lunch in the cafeteria, Dongzi said angrily, "Damn it, why are there always troubles at home? Turns out someone has plotted against us." "What do you mean?" I asked puzzled. "He felt something was wrong after something happened to my uncle." He said, "He usually believes in ghosts and gods, and when something happened this time, he felt something was wrong. He wondered why there were always troubles at home recently, and he was afraid that his family had offended someone and had someone put a curse on them.
My uncle has many friends outside, all kinds of friends, so he found a very powerful gentleman to talk to. The gentleman came, looked at my uncle's face, greeted my uncle's legs, and then got back to the point and asked me where my uncle's ancestral grave was. My uncle said it was in the countryside of his hometown. The gentleman told my uncle to ask the old family to look at the ancestral grave. It must have been tampered with. My uncle called home that day and asked, "Damn, guess what?" He asked me angrily. I was concentrating and fascinated, and asked hurriedly: "What?" "It was really tampered with. Five stones were put in it." He said, I was puzzled: "Five stones?" "Yes, five stones of different colors. (I will not record the color and the method of placement here. After all, it is something that harms people. If someone has bad intentions and accidentally hits the mark, it will be bad.)" "What do you mean, what's wrong with the stone? "I asked curiously and anxiously. "The gentleman told my uncle that someone was harming their family. It was a kind of black magic, but it can be solved.
, I don't know how to solve it, anyway, the gentleman gave an idea and solved it." "Oh, how come five stones are so amazing?" I said in disbelief, "Don't disbelieve me, these stones are not only of five different colors, but also placed in a certain order, and covered with something (I won't go into details), it's amazing, the gentleman said we were lucky to find it early, otherwise it would be a big deal later."
"Who is so hateful as to stab someone in the back so cruelly." I couldn't help but get angry at this insidious behavior. "The master said that it is not good to harm others. If the other party breaks the spell, it will harm yourself instead. Moreover, the returning spell is even more cruel and there is no solution." Dongzi told me mysteriously, "Not long after the stone town was broken, a family in the village next to my grandmother's house kept having accidents. Two people died in the family in ten days, and a child was born with a deformed body." Dongzi said, "If they did it, it was purely out of hatred for my second uncle, because they also knew that my grandmother hated the ghosts in the world . Once she asked my second uncle to do something, but maybe the job was not done at that time, so they held a grudge. I really can't understand what this family was thinking. They didn't harm so many bad guys, but actually harmed my second uncle who was eager to help." After listening to Dongzi's words, I was stunned and silent.
Alas, the affairs of the world are hard to explain, but in the end, those who harm others will eventually harm themselves, and those who play with fire will eventually get burned. Personally, I think that a real man should not harm others for his own benefit, be petty and have evil intentions, or bow his head and serve the powerful. Being upright, standing upright, keeping one's word and fulfilling one's actions is the kingly way.