The Feng Shui technique kills without blood and saves without visible signs!
Counting a horoscope, divining a destiny, does not dare to exhaust the horoscope and fears the unknown nature!
Ever since I can remember, Grandpa often repeated those two sentences. Many people in the village believed that Grandpa had gone crazy after the death of my parents and that he was always acting strangely, like an old man with a broken mind.
I thought so when I was a kid, and once I hated my grandfather for that, and I grew tired of my crazy grandfather after being ridiculed by my peers in the village.
It wasn't until I was six years old that a very dramatic incident happened in the village that I knew how dangerous my crazy grandfather was.
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My name is Jiang Sheng, is a premature infant, the mother gave birth to me bleeding to death, the father did not take long to go with the mother is sad, my grandfather will pull me up.
In my grandfather's words, I was born prematurely, lack of congenital Yang, is a Yang Yin life, destined to be half of the ups and downs constantly, so with the "victory" in the name of the word, is to let me win Ping An, I hope I can grow up safely.
As my grandfather said, when I was six years old, I did have a lot of illnesses. Even on my sixth birthday, I had unaccountably accumulated body plaques, my skin was ulcerated, and I had a high fever that didn't subside. I vaguely remember that my grandfather put a lot of ash on my body that night, tied a red cord around my wrists, and stood by my bed all night.
The wind was very strong that night, and from time to time there were strange noises in the yard, and there was no idea what was making the noise. Grandpa didn't look mad that night. He looked serious and grave. Ignoring the strange noises in the yard, one hand stroked some of the copper coins he had been carrying close to him, and the other held on to the red rope that wrapped around my wrist, as if fearing that something might take me away.
I couldn't handle the high fever and fell asleep very quickly, but when I woke up the next morning, all the unexplained spots on my body had disappeared and my ulcerated skin had returned to normal.
Grampa, on the other hand, was cleaning the yard. The yard was very bloody. It was full of weasel bodies. Some of the largest were more than a meter long, and they all looked miserable. The bloody smell of the yard also brought many flies, which made the stomach sick. I was frightened, and when I saw my grandfather, covered in blood, laughing and peeling the skin of the weasels, I immediately vomited.
Grandpa never told me what had happened last night. At noon that day, after Grandpa had disposed of the many weasel bodies in the yard and washed the blood out of the yard, something very remarkable happened in the village.
Many luxury cars entered our village and stopped in front of my door. Several well-dressed men and women came down from the cars, causing a lot of villagers to watch and point at my side from a distance, looking shocked.
These people who came to the village in their expensive cars to find their grandfather were very respectful and polite. When they entered my front door, they all showed a very timid expression, afraid that they might cause my grandfather's displeasure.
In the hall, these people, who seemed to be both rich and wealthy, looked at their grandfather carefully, and each said his own appeals, all to ask for divine advice.
After each person had finished making a request, they would take out a red post and place it respectfully on the table next to Grandpa.
When these people had finished their claims, Grandpa said in a low voice:"Today's breaking of the faith is mainly for my only grandson, who will pick out nine horoscopes from here, and I will bless nine of you. After today, there will be no ghosts in the world..."
I didn't know what my grandfather meant, except that when he finished, the men and women in the room looked at me with burning eyes, very nervous and excited.
Grandpa showed me up, pointed at the pile of red posts on the table, and said softly to me, "Boy, pick out nine of them. They're all the birthdates of girls your age. Maybe you'll find a match for one of them."
At the words of Grandpa, many of the men and women in the room changed slightly, but none of them said anything.
I don't understand either. I checked the names on those big posts. Tang Weiwei, Lizzie, Bai Jingjing, Wang Xiaoman...
I couldn't read the birth dates or anything. I picked up nine red posts and handed them to Grandpa. Grandpa rubbed my head. After looking at the names and birth dates on the nine red posts, Grandpa looked slightly strange and sighed.
Some of the men and women in the room were thrilled, while others were thrillened