What strange things or people have you met?

A few decades ago in the spring, a middle-aged man from Wangxing, our village, went home after hoeing in the field. Tired, he went to bed and took a nap. When he woke up and got dressed, he suddenly found that his cotton-padded jacket was gone. At that time, cotton-padded jackets were quite expensive. ) So the family searched the whole house but couldn't find it. I asked my neighbors again and found no trace. The whole family is crazy, and all their thoughts are focused on finding a cotton-padded jacket. Really helpless, I went to find the half-immortal view that is said to be very effective to see the ins and outs of this matter. After lighting the incense, the immortal fell into the palace (that is, attached to the physiognomy) and said: Wang's cotton-padded jacket was stolen during his nap, which roughly described the age and appearance of the thief. He also said that Wang had a little problem with thieves in the past, and that person always wanted revenge, but now he suddenly succeeded ... Finally, he gave the approximate home address of this person. Wang Jiayi decided that XX did it, and shouted at the door of that family. After a few days without results, they swore instead. Finally, a man in the village passed by. He said that a shepherd in his village had found a cotton-padded jacket with a patch on the front. Hearing this, Wang immediately updated his memory system to understand the whole story. It turned out that he took off his cotton-padded jacket when he was hoeing the ground in hot weather. After finishing his work, he only carried a hoe and went home. He left his cotton-padded jacket in that place ... finally, what he forgot came back.

In my hometown, in a small village about one kilometer away from our village, there is a woman about ten years older than me. Her husband's aunt and I are on the same team. Their aunt, my name is sister-in-law, because we are a family with the same surname.

This woman is called "witch". According to legend, she had the foresight to know what happened in a stall near Fiona Fang, and she could handle it well. But I have always been skeptical. It was not until something happened later that I became suspicious of her. One night, after a hard day's work, I was about to go to bed. My aunt's big cousin found me and asked me to accompany him to the next village to find the "witch". My cousin said that their cow was lost, so I went to the witch to see if I could get it back.

As soon as I heard this, I was anxious. I said to my cousin, "Call the police station. Is it reliable to find such a person? " My cousin said, "Try it first." I had no choice but to accompany my cousin to the next village. When I arrived at the witch's house, the woman asked me, "Cousin has eaten. What's wrong? " I said to her, "Yes, my cousin has something to ask you." I saw this woman light three incense sticks and put them in the incense burner. Then she sat on the sofa and told my cousin to kneel down and get up again.

Cousin told her after getting up that the cows were lost, one big and one small. This woman spoke. She said that there is a long puddle outside the gate where my cousin lives. My cousin lives in a house with five tiled roofs in the north and three tiled roofs in the east. The terrain behind the North House is high in the west and low in the east, and the rain flows eastward. There are two Westinghouse huts in the yard. The wall is an adobe wall, and a big hole was dug in the gable, from which the cow stole it. She also told her cousin that the cow is in the northwest of his house, so don't look for it. After three days, the cow will run back by itself. Coming out of her house, I said to my cousin, this is really strange. Your home is more than 30 miles from here. How can she be familiar with your family? What she said is not bad at all. Cousin just laughed and didn't answer.

A few days later, my cousin's cow really ran back by itself. Later, I heard that the cattle thief thought that the goal of these three cows was too big, and others saw it. They dared not kill or sell it, so they had to put it back. Because of this, I'm a little suspicious of the witch. Tell me if you don't believe me. This is a real thing that I personally participated in. Tell me if you believe it. Although people's communication is wonderful, I still feel unreliable.

There is a "big girl" in my hometown, saying that she is a big girl, but she is actually not small, several years older than my mother. It is because I have never dated in my life that I was called "big girl"!

The eldest daughter is very withdrawn and never associates with others. Adults and children in the village avoided her. She is wearing old-fashioned clothes, that kind of baggy casual clothes and trousers, mostly black with lace. Combed hair is the kind of "hairpin" practiced in the old society, that is, it is pulled up and "buckled" on the back of the head, so her head is covered with numerous hairpins.

Older girls don't like the lights at home, so they go to bed in the dark and light a candle when necessary. She never buys meat or even oil, and the only seasoning for cooking is salt.

But older girls can read and write beautiful calligraphy, and they are all traditional Chinese characters. Big girls can also do kung fu, and three or five strong men can't get around it. Especially those palm-sized feet, they walk fast, and it is said that it is not a problem to climb over the ridge. Big girls like to smoke dry cigarettes best. They hold a big pipe with long arms in their hands when they are free, but it is not at their waist when they are busy, so some people say it is her weapon!

There are many legends about big girls, and two of them are very strange.

Legend has it that a child accidentally ran to her yard to play, and saw her sitting under the window, with long hair fluttering, showing a big white tooth and red eyes, shouting "Ow" and scaring the child away.

Children are not well-known enough, but they secretly make trouble at night. Just jumping over the wall into the yard, I saw a jack-o'-lantern flashing on the roof of the big girl's tile house. The bold man waved his flashlight and saw a big white face with long hair and no facial features.

A few people are a little scared. Just as they were about to run, their long hair "floated" and fell behind silently. It turned out to be a big girl! Several big men were thrown out of the wall by the big girl before they could do anything.

When asked afterwards, they didn't understand and didn't remember anything. So big girls are ghosts, not people. Whose child is crying, some people will say that the "big girl" has come and the child will not cry!

The other thing is the death of the eldest daughter. She lived to be over eighty years old, knowing that it was her time to prepare her own affairs.

One night, a big girl was seen walking slowly outside the village in clothes that looked like those worn by Qing people. The man felt very strange, because older girls never left the village, and even rarely went to the market. But he was afraid to ask, for one thing, he was afraid of her, and for another, her dress was too scary.

What do you think is the most memorable thing for a shriveled old lady walking in the countryside in that kind of clothes on a dark and windy night? Who dares ask?

But the next day, people heard that the eldest daughter died, at the gate of the crematorium. People found a note and some money on her. The general content written on the note is your date of birth, your name, and you knew you were going to die, so you came … and so on!

Later, when people cremated the body of the big girl, they found some small "stones" of different sizes. Some people call it a "relic"! So some people say that the older girl is a yogi, a world expert and so on!

However, no one dares to go to the yard where the big girl lives. Others saw the big girl sitting on the roof smoking with her hair covered, and others saw the candles lit occasionally in the big girl's room ... in short, it was scary!

This is my personal experience.

It was 20 17, my mother was ill in bed, and my wife took care of it at home. I work in a ceramic factory, and I have three shifts. I got off work at three in the morning that day, and many colleagues got off work with me. I was riding a motorcycle. When I reached a bridge, I suddenly found no one on the road. I was riding a motorcycle alone on the road. It feels like riding for a long time, just running on the road alone. The road seems endless.

I knew it very well at that time. I thought to myself, I have many colleagues who follow me after work. Why can't I see them alone? Besides, there should be cars or people walking on the road at night in a busy city. But I couldn't see anyone, and I was very scared at that time. I also heard the old man say that he may have met a "ghost against the wall". That is to walk on this road. No matter how you walk, walk sideways, walk vertically and walk straight, it's the same road. Anyway, the road is to go. As long as you go straight ahead, he will have a way. Thinking of this, I quickly stopped my motorcycle. Reflect in situ and think about how to solve the current situation.

Because my mother was in bed, I thought of my old mother. She has that incurable disease, and the doctor says she won't live much longer. I think, no, I can't. I must go back to see my mother and see how her health is. So I have been thinking, I want to go back to see my mother, Beijing, and I have been telling myself that I want to go back to see my mother. I have always been firmly attached to this yearning, you don't have to say it. After a while, I saw someone passing by me, so I followed him all the way and finally got out of this dead end.

I didn't get home until about 5 o'clock in the morning. It took me about two hours to get home, which is usually more than ten minutes' journey. When I got home, I went to tell my wife that I should have met the so-called god of light. And because I miss my mother's body in my heart and am tied up in my heart, I can get out of that road. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable.

A few days later, my mother died of illness. Afterwards, I told others about it. They said: It was because I missed my mother that the so-called "road builder" missed my filial piety that he let me go. I didn't know this would happen. Then I quit the factory, and Class Three stopped working. This never happened again.

Friends, have you ever encountered such a thing?

When I was young, I met many things in our hometown, all of which were true! I'm going to talk about one today.

It is more than ten miles away from our home. A wife died, leaving three children early! Two boys and a daughter, the boss is a boy, not very clever. In the dialect of our hometown, it is a little thick. This girl is not very clever either. Only a good penis and a handsome man. Good personality and practical work. At marriageable age, many matchmakers proposed to get married. Dad watched the second child grow up and planned to build a house for the second child so that he could marry a wife. The house at home is an earthen house many years ago. I called many relatives to help me tear down the house. On the day the house was demolished, a snake was sunbathing on the door table in the main room. Some relatives saw it and said there was a snake. Let's not tear it down today! When his father saw it, it was ok. It's hard to get everyone here, but it's hard to get them later. Besides, there are many dishes prepared at home. His father killed the snake with several shovels and threw it far away. The house at home has been demolished, so we have to put bricks in it. I have to buy beams, purlins, rafters and thin reeds. Building a house in the countryside is a big deal, and his father is very busy every day. Maybe there were too many things, maybe I was too busy and forgot to bring back the rafters I bought. His father drove the donkey cart out before dawn the next day. While waiting for breakfast, someone sent a letter home, and something happened to dad. There is also a second uncle at home. Endure grief and take care of father's affairs. The house was put on hold. In less than two months, this handsome and capable second child suddenly fell ill. My whole body aches, I can't stand straight, and I'm sweating in bed. People can't get close, but once they catch you, they can make you cry. My second uncle took him to Liaocheng and visited the hospital in Jinan. Can't find the reason. The hospital says everything! What brain damage, what spinal dislocation, what bone marrow gene mutation. To treat the second child. I sold the materials I bought and built a new house. The second uncle also borrowed a lot of debts to treat the children. This is the only good boy among his three brothers. Ran to many hospitals and places! It's no use The borrowed money has also been spent. My second uncle heard that there is a witch who can be cured. The second uncle took him with a donkey cart. He is too painful to lie in the car. I fell down several times along the way. Let people have a look and burn incense when they go. Just say your family killed a snake. This is a hospital snake. It's for your hospital. You killed it. It took a long time to burn incense and make a wish. Now the second child is getting married. So everything is animistic, so people should be careful.

It is said that one year, the Longwang Temple at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain was very lively. Both local fishermen and ordinary people came to the temple early for three sacrifices to burn incense and worship. The whole temple was crowded with people. Not only the local men, women and children rushed out, but also fishermen from the Caspian Sea island with a square radius of 100 square meter came to worship, begging the Dragon King to keep the sea safe and filling the cabin with fish and shrimp. For a time, cigarettes filled the air with unprecedented pomp, mixed fish and dragons, regardless of people and ghosts.

There is an old man in the crowd, not tall, with a small nose and eyes, a bucket-like figure and a soap suit, which is particularly eye-catching. I saw him stop and go, and finally came to the reduction pool. People were scrambling to put all kinds of gold coins into the pool. I heard that the more they invest, the more sincere they are, in order to get peace and wealth. In the blink of an eye, the bottom of the pool was covered with a thick layer of coins.

The old man leaned against the flagpole and watched people frantically throw their hard-earned money into the pool. He didn't regret it at all, but he couldn't help laughing. He naturally said to himself that people here are not economical at all. Hard-earned money thus reached Shui Piao. If they knew that the treasure came from Old Turtle Bay tonight and brought a lot of wealth, they wouldn't break their heads.

It was the carelessness of the speaker and the intention of the listener that happened to be heard by a person who peed in the corner and was overjoyed. That night, a man came to Old Turtle Bay and waited on the beach.

As night fell, a mass of dark things floated from the sea, and the man quickly went into the water to salvage. When he saw it, it turned out to be an unknown body, which was called bad luck. He waited for a while and didn't find anything of value before leaving.

He didn't know that the body was famous and worth tens of millions. His disappearance involved a shocking case, and a reward of 50,000 yuan was offered to find the person who provided the trace. The family of the deceased also thanked him. In the eyes of some people, this is really a great opportunity.

Later, the body was found and reported to the police. I heard that many people came and took them away. Later, this man came back and moved. I heard that he went to the city and was seen. He lived in a foreign house and took a car. He changed his appearance.

Dabieshan Eagle: What strange things or people have you met? I have always been a person who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods. I dare to walk alone, no matter day or night, or in remote mountain roads and cemeteries. But the day after my mother died, one thing overthrew my previous cognition and made me suddenly confused.

That's how it happened. In our country, after the death of the old man, special undertakers should be invited to bathe and wear shroud for the deceased, and then they should be buried in coffins. The person in charge of the funeral is a man and a woman who are experienced in bathing and dressing. The man is strong, so he is naturally responsible for the start of turning over and the work of men wearing underwear, while the woman is responsible for wearing the underwear of the female deceased. When my mother died, I invited a cousin and an aunt from this bay. The day after my mother's death was an auspicious day, so I finished burying my mother the next day. Mother has worked hard all her life, and she can be buried in peace from now on.

The morning after my mother was buried, my aunt, who was in charge of bathing and dressing my mother, came to my house early in the morning and told me that my mother had a dream last night, saying that the black headscarf she usually brought was not burned to her, and it was placed among the clothes in her wedding box for me to find out and burn to her at the end of the seventh day. Dream interpretation is a way for the dead here to convey information to the living in a dreamy way in the middle of the night (of course, this is a superstition). I don't believe such an effective thing when I heard it, but my mother did often wear a black silk scarf on her head before her death, but I haven't found her wearing it recently and I didn't care. Now that I've listened to my aunt, I'm dubious. In order to confirm the authenticity of the dream, I followed my mother's instructions in her dream and looked for a headscarf in the closet of her room. When I opened my suitcase and clothes, I was really shocked. I saw my mother's headscarf folded well among the clothes. At this time, I really don't know if there is reincarnation between people and ghosts. Otherwise, how can I explain the reality that the dead dream of the living? After finding the headscarf, menstruation showed a happy expression, because she fulfilled her last wish for her mother. When she left, she repeatedly told me to burn the headscarf to my mother at seven o'clock, and I will definitely do it.

After my mother's seventh birthday, I wrapped the headscarf in advance and took it to the fire for cremation with a coffin, a coffin, paper money and other sacrificial supplies as my last filial piety as a son. I believe that my mother will be very happy after receiving her beloved things in heaven. Since this happened, I have gradually inherited the worship style of my ancestors. "I would rather believe it, but I can't believe it." It is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation to "never forget to dig a well when drinking water". No one can tell whether there is an inseparable causal relationship between Yin and Yang, but it is cultural heritage to understand.

The above is the personal opinion of @ Dabieshan Eagle. If it is a coincidence, please don't care, use it to communicate.

Miss your friends and experience the true story:

1982 On the evening of 30th, Jiaozi wrapped a curtain and put it on the table of an empty house (piled with two cubic meters of wood). He got up early in the morning and steamed jiaozi. He found that there was no one in jiaozi for no reason, only a curtain was left on the table. It's impossible for someone to steal jiaozi during the Spring Festival. He immediately invited the famous Daxian nearby to divine. Daxian said: "This is a new year, and the late ancestor greedy jiaozi took it." Losing jiaozi has been a mystery for several years. After two or three years, Yuan Mu moved away and found jiaozi neatly arranged under Yuan Mu's crib, which should be made of mice or yellow leather.

Twenty years ago, when I was in high school, I rode my bike to and from school every day. On my way to and from school, I have to cross a bridge. Because the bridge is too high from the ground, I am afraid every time. As long as I ride there, I will try my best to pedal my bike just to get off the bridge quickly.

In the summer of senior three, because school was late, as usual, I went to the bridge and felt someone calling me from behind, but I remember not seeing anyone just now. Why did someone suddenly call me? In an instant, my heart is a clever, what is it? I suddenly remembered what my mother told me. When someone calls you in the wild, don't promise. Thinking of my mother's words, I tried to keep an eye on the car and leave the bridge as soon as possible.

When crossing the bridge, I didn't find a car passing behind me, which made me even more afraid of the voice that called me just now.

In the next few days, I will hear someone calling me on the bridge, which scared me to death.

About the seventh day, I saw something red on the bridge deck from a distance. When I rode to the front, I ignored the clothes on the ground and rode away because I was afraid that the cry would appear again.

Wait until the next day, the news that someone was killed in expressway came from the village.

The accident happened on the bridge. It is said that the scene of the accident was terrible, the bicycle was crushed to pieces and the man was bleeding. In addition to the belongings of the deceased, the deceased also had a red dress in his hand.

According to the driver's memory, he didn't drive fast because he was going to the bridge and didn't see anyone there. When he felt the car suddenly go crazy, he felt something was wrong. After getting off the bus, he found himself hitting someone.

The man who died that day was on his way home from work with others. When they got to the bridge, they also saw the skirt. Because the deceased was insatiable, he insisted on going back to get the dress despite the dissuasion of his peers. People in the same trade could not persuade him, so they went home first. Unexpectedly, not long after he left, the deceased was hit by a car.

Since the accident happened to the villagers there, I never dare to walk that bridge alone again. I have to live with my relatives for the rest of this semester.

When people kill fish, they cut open their stomachs and the fish dies. This fishmonger, on the other hand, wants to gain artistic sense by killing fish. Sometimes, in order to show off his skills, this fishmonger grabs live fish, puts them on the chopping board, cuts a hole in the fish tail with a sharp knife, and then walks up along this hole to peel off the fish skin.

This fishmonger's method of killing fish is really cruel. Many people go to his booth to buy fish and watch him peel the fish alive.

One day, the fishmonger's son wanted to eat fish. At home, the fishmonger showed his skill of skinning fish alive in front of his son. After finishing the fish, the fishmonger scraped off the fishbone and began to cook fish for his son.

As a result, the hot oil splashed up. I don't know how coincidentally, the hot oil splashed into the fishmonger's eyes, which burned the fishmonger's eyes blind. This is quite strange, and people have to think about karma.