Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

"My aunt's eyes rolled back and she fell on her back. The young Taoist priest hugged her.

I didn't dare to breathe and hid behind the pillar and watched the little Taoist priest. The little Taoist priest pressed his thumb on my aunt's philtrum, and my aunt woke up with a "hmm". When she woke up, she found herself lying in the arms of a young man and screamed in fright.

The young Taoist grinned, "Sister, big sister, I am Changsheng!" My aunt was stunned. Looking at the two small canine teeth exposed by the young Taoist, the figure in her memory overlapped with the young man in front of her, and she shouted, "You! You are my brother?!"

The little Taoist priest nodded, and my aunt cried and hugged the little Taoist priest. It turned out that the little Taoist priest was my uncle.

The people who were hiding were shocked. My grandfather reacted first and rushed over to hug the brother and sister. He couldn't believe it. He looked at my uncle who looked somewhat like him and asked tremblingly: Son?

My uncle nodded and called him "Dad". My grandfather's tears suddenly flowed out, and he hugged my uncle and started crying loudly.

Only then did my grandmother and my mother believe it was true, and they all rushed over, calling out "son" and "brother" non-stop.

It was completely dark. In the main hall, our family, young and old, surrounded my uncle and asked him about his life over the past ten years. Everyone was very excited, and we kids were also happy. My uncle was a hero in our hearts.

If we were to say who cares about my uncle the most, besides my grandparents, it would be my sisters. My aunt is the youngest, six years older than my uncle. My uncle was born weak and sickly. My mother said that the disease was brought from the womb. He basically grew up in the arms and on the backs of his sisters. It can be said that his sisters treat him no worse than my parents, so their sibling relationship is very deep.

A Taoist priest in his forties came to visit. This Taoist priest was my uncle's master, and his Dharma name was Xuanqing. My uncle said that Xuanqing was no ordinary Taoist priest. He was the last disciple of the Taoist founder, Yunfeng Zhenren. According to legend, Yunfeng Zhenren was born during the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty and is now over a hundred years old. Xuanqing came all the way to this small Shaoguo Town specifically for my uncle.

After much persuasion, my grandfather finally agreed to let Taoist Xuanqing take my uncle back to the mountain for treatment, but there was a condition: if my uncle recovered, he had to go down the mountain and go home to have children and continue the family line. Xuanqing said that he and the master had calculated that my uncle's fate was not limited to becoming a monk, so he agreed.

So my uncle followed Xuanqing back to the mountain, and Master Yunfeng personally treated him and taught him the Daoist arts.

Thirteen years passed in a flash. Xuanqing kept his promise and let my uncle go down the mountain and go home. My uncle went down the mountain alone and returned to Shaoguo Town. He found out that it was his father's 60th birthday. When he entered the mansion, he found that an old ghost had possessed my eldest sister, so he rescued my sister.

The whole family listened to my uncle's brief account of his experiences over the years. Everyone was so happy. I saw my aunt hiding aside and crying secretly. Although my uncle was not a good person, they were still husband and wife after all. They lived together for eight or nine years and had two children. But he died today. How will they live in the future?

My mother and her sisters also tried to comfort her.

My grandfather was also sad. He ordered my father and several other brothers-in-law to set up the mourning shed and hold a funeral for my uncle. At this time, almost everyone had forgotten that there was an old ghost who was waiting for revenge and wanted to kill the Guan family without leaving a single person alive.

My grandmother's family set up a mourning shed overnight. Chai Wang lost all the family property, and now the family lives in a rented house. The mourning shed must not be set up in a rented house. My grandfather thought that Chai Wang's death had a lot to do with his family, and when he saw his eldest daughter crying like a tearful person, his heart softened and he decided to set up the mourning shed in his own house.

After the second watch, there were still people coming and going and making a lot of noise in the front yard of my grandma's house.

One good thing about us Northeasterners is that we are warm-hearted. Whenever someone's family has a big or small problem, the villagers will come to help. I will stay by my mother's side in the backyard.

Suddenly there was a scream from the front yard.

My uncle said: It looks like something has happened, I'll go take a look.

I was brave enough to follow my uncle to the front yard. At that time, the front yard was in a mess. I felt that the temperature in the yard was as cold as winter.

Old Chen Fu sat on the lid of the coffin in front of the mourning shed, lowering his head and rolling his eyes, looking at the people in the yard with a strange laugh that sounded like the quacking of a duck. He held a dagger in his hand and stabbed his legs again and again, until the blood soaked his pants.

No one in the yard dared to move forward. Chen Fu's two sons rushed forward howling, and the people next to them pulled them back.

My uncle came to a place five steps away from Chen Fu and stopped. He looked at the pale old Chen Fu and said, "How can you harm an old man? Come out quickly and let's talk."

Chen Fu laughed twice, and the dagger suddenly pierced his stomach. The big guys screamed in fear.

Chen Fu rolled his eyes and said, "Who are you, kid? Why are you always meddling in other people's business?"

My uncle is staring at Chen Fu, an old ghost who has been dead for more than 20 years. He doesn't think about how to reincarnate, but only wants to come to the world of the living to harm people. Let him go, and you can tell me what you want to do!

Chen Fu continued rolling his eyes and said: I am lying alone in the grave, becoming a wandering ghost. The road to the underworld is right in front of me, but I can't walk in. It's incomplete. Haha, I died a sudden death. The living don't care about me, and the dead don't take me in. Tell me, what can I do?

The dagger in Chen Fu's hand stabbed into his stomach again. He could no longer sit still and lay on his back on the coffin.

My uncle sighed, spread out his left palm, made hand gestures with his right hand, drew a curse on his palm and said: I give you one last piece of advice, stop it, I can perform a ritual and send you to the underworld, otherwise... He raised his head and said: Once I cast this ghost-killing curse, you won't even have the chance to reincarnate. You have already killed two lives. If you don't turn back, your soul will be torn to pieces.

At this time, a cold wind blew up, the candle was blown out, and the eternal lamp was blown out with a puff. I lay on the ground, shivering with cold.

I saw Chen Fu, who was lying down, suddenly sit up, and the knife in his hand stabbed into his neck, and then there was another cut. I was so scared that I screamed, because Chen Fu's neck was cut open, and his head and neck were cut in half. His head drooped down, all covered in blood, but his face was still smiling. It was so scary that I was so scared that I couldn't sleep for more than half a month. As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw Chen Fu with his head drooping and his body covered in blood.

My uncle got angry. He opened his hand and instantly a golden light shone out, blinding me. After a while, I saw that Chen Fu was no longer smiling this time, and a translucent ghost shadow sprang out from his body.

My uncle suddenly struck the back of his left palm with his right fist and yelled, "You want to run?" "Dream!" A golden light suddenly enveloped the entire mourning tent. The translucent ghost screamed and tried to block the golden light with his hands. The golden light passed through his palm, and the translucent palm melted like snow in the sun. The ghost's palm, then his legs, melted and disappeared under the golden light. In the blink of an eye, the ghost was completely gone...

My uncle put his hands down, looked at the torn and bloody Chen Fu, sighed and shook his head.

At this time, Chen Fu's two sons rushed over crying, hugged Chen Fu and ran out to find a doctor. It was already like that, and everyone knew that this man was dead and could not die anymore.

Later, my grandfather called the whole family together and told the story of himself and his two sworn brothers.

My grandpa said that our hometown is in Shandong. There was a flood that year and his father, mother, brother and sister-in-law were all drowned. Only three people survived in the whole village, my grandpa, Li Youcai, and Chen Fu. He was 19 and they were 17 that year. There was no way to make a living in their hometown, so my grandpa and his friends followed others to escape the famine and came to the outside of the Great Wall. When they got there, they did all kinds of work and suffered all kinds of hardships. At that time, my grandpa and his friends had no other thoughts except to survive.

One day, Li Youcai discussed with my grandfather that there were many ginsengs in Changbai Mountain. If we could pick a big one, we would be rich.

My grandfather knew that what he said was true, but if ginseng was so easy to pick, those ginseng pickers would have made a fortune long ago, and it would not be their turn. But my grandfather could not resist the collusion of Li Youcai and Chen Fu. He thought that since he was alone anyway, if he didn't try his best, would he be a coolie for the rest of his life?

After they packed up, they followed a group of ginseng pickers into Changbai Mountain. They stayed in the mountain for five years. Although they didn't dig up any big ginseng, they got a lot of small ginsengs and sold them for a lot of money. Although they didn't get rich, they could fill their stomachs.

My grandfather and his companions became more and more experienced in ginseng collection, and they went deeper and deeper into Changbai Mountain. Later, the three of them separated from the other ginseng collectors and went out on their own.

Dabao was so engrossed in listening that he couldn't help but sigh that Li Zhenfeng was really a good storyteller. It was so poignant to listen to such ghost stories on this quiet mountain road.