Let me state in advance that I have never seen a ghost with my own eyes, but it is an ironclad fact that many things taken out of tombs have "yin energy".
Collector Ma Ye also publicly said in the video that he has been working all his life and has never touched some cultural relics that have a negative vibe.
I often walk by the river without getting my shoes wet.
Because of my professional relationship, I have been exposed to many such things in those years, and none of us have to verify its authenticity or the principles behind it.
The Northeast has the famous "round light technique" for finding lost items. In the Xiangxi area, in addition to the corpse chasing that everyone knows, there are many folk techniques that you don't know about but that really exist today.
That night in the hospital, he used one of the techniques in front of me to check his household registration, which is called "double fixation to fix the soul."
The so-called double fixation technique consists of two parts, one is "fixing the chicken with an iron ring", and the other is "fixing the bowl with yellow cloth".
This technique comes from the Tujia people. If you have authentic Tujia friends who are watching, you must have heard or seen what I said.
Because it involves a lot of feudal superstitions, I can't go into too much detail. I'll give you a rough idea of how people do it. The main targets are people who have been in car accidents, accidents, or have been unconscious for a long time.
The one who is unconscious is a male, so use a hen.
The unconscious one is a woman, so you need to attack.
If the chicken is used backwards, people may wake up, but most likely they will become fools.
After checking the household registration, I closed the curtains in the ward and found a stainless steel washbasin under the bed.
Then I watched him pull out the sheets, ignite them with toilet paper, and set the sheets on fire in the basin.
A blazing fire lit up.
Next, he poured the mineral water into the bowl he brought, and then placed the bowl filled with water on the fire pit to bake.
It is roasting, not burning. This process lasts only a minute or two. I guess the main function is to roast the bottom and mouth of the bowl.
Putting the bowl on the ground, he found a chair and stepped on it. He folded the two-foot yellow cloth in half and nailed it gently to the gap on the top of the door.
He moved very carefully, probably because he was afraid that others would hear the noise and come to see him.
After ordering He stood on the chair and said: "Give me the water, and light the fire in the basin. The fire can be small, but it cannot be extinguished."
I picked up the water bowl and handed it to him, asking him what he was cooking?
"You can burn anything, even toilet paper, as long as the fire doesn't go out."
After saying that, he took two deep breaths, stood on the stool with the bowl in hand, and stared at the yellow cloth on the wall motionlessly.
I probably watched it for three to five minutes.
He leveled the water bowl and moved it towards the yellow cloth. After he got closer, he kept pressing the bowl with his hands.
He tried to slowly let go of his hand, but the water bowl immediately fell down, and he quickly caught it.
I was puzzled, how could this thing stay in place? Because the bowl and the wall are at right angles and both are extremely smooth.
He failed twice in a row.
But then, a scene that seems unbelievable to people today happened.
After his third try, he looked solemn and slowly let go of his hands.
The bowl filled with water looked like nails! It was solid! It stood on the wall!
I promise, there is no glue or anything! It’s just the white wall on the hospital door and an ordinary bowl.
"alright."
With such a simple movement, he broke into a sweat.
Jumping down from the chair, he said: "The bowl is frozen, now I have to freeze the chicken. If the hen doesn't run away, Lao Du Hun'er will be frozen."
Compared with fixing bowls on the wall, fixing chicken is even more weird.
This is not a dead chicken, but a live chicken.
He first cut the rope tied to the chicken's feet, and then used this rope to tie the iron ring to the stick he brought.
After it's tied up, it looks a bit like a gun with a scope mounted on it.
Grab the chicken with your left hand and hold the wooden stick flat with your right hand.
Gently put the chicken on the hoop
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Seeing the hen standing on the iron ring with both feet without running or crowing, he immediately beamed with joy.
"Kick the brazier over."
I did as he was told and kicked the brazier with a small fire under his feet.
At this moment, the person checking the household registration had cold eyes. He took out a sharp knife from his pocket, grabbed the chicken head, and wiped the chicken neck with one knife!
When we usually kill chickens, the chickens will flap their wings and scream wildly.
But this hen did not. It just held the iron ring with its paws and remained motionless.
The chicken blood flowed down like rain, dripping, dripping, and all fell into the basin. Checker looked at this scene with an expressionless face.
The moment the chicken's blood dried up, the hen fell off the hoop and died without squealing the whole time.
"Haha, okay, I'm lucky, and Lao Wang's life is tough enough. Now we just have to take the last step."
After saying this, he walked to the window, opened the curtains, and blew the horn gong three times.
About an hour later, no one called him, and Lao Du lay on the hospital bed and opened his eyes. (If I am bragging about this, I will not drink or smoke for a year.)
I told other friends about this matter. The friend studied it all night and came to me the next day and said, "I finally figured it out. Do you know what's going on? The reason why the bowl is standing on the wall is
Because the yellow cloth was folded in half to cover it up, in fact, the eaves of the bowl were stuck in the door gap at a certain angle."
I asked him what happened to ordering the chicken?
He said it was simple because humans fed the chickens a sedative drug, so the chickens neither ran nor crowed.
Later, after my experiment, what he said was impossible.
No matter how many times I try, the door crack cannot catch the edge of the bowl at all. Once the chicken is fed sedative drugs, the chicken cannot stand up on the ground, not to mention standing still on the iron ring.
What is the principle of this double-fixing technique? He won't tell me when checking the household registration. As a layman, I will never know.
By the way, people woke up in the middle of the night and Lao Du was lying on the bed After being stunned for a few minutes, he looked at the household registration check and pointed to his oxygen mask.
I was helping to take off the mask while checking my household registration, but accidentally touched his arm, which made him grimace in pain.
"Lao Du, what's the matter with you?"
"Huh. Damn, the ghost is covering his eyes."
He stared at me and said, "Young man, I made a mistake. It's not a woman, it's a man."
Checking the household registration and nodding: "Yes, I have met the old snake girl once. Although she is an ordinary person, she has received incense from the Snake King Temple. Even if she is polite to a foreigner, she will not have so much resentment."
Lao Du looked at me and asked: "Boy, you almost killed me. This man died unexpectedly, not more than seven weeks ago. I was implicated for reminding you. Its target is very clear, that is the girl in your car."
My hands couldn't help shaking and my heart was trembling.
"Oh, okay, I can tell from your face even if you don't tell me."
"Does Lao Du smoke?"
"Don't you have a doctor? Okay, let's get one."
He lit it himself first, then lit it for Lao Du, checked his household registration, took a deep breath, pointed at me and said: "Boy, compared to what I saw half a year ago, your appearance now is like a fortune-teller, no one can stop it."
"But as the saying goes, when people get rich, they are prone to misfortune. If I say you don't need to worry about this matter and we will take care of it for you, how much are you willing to pay?"
I was stunned and still didn't react.
The person who checked the household registration said with a smile: "I didn't ask you for money last time, but if I don't accept money from you this time, I would be sorry for your sky-high wealth. What can I say? I am a destined person."
I took a deep breath, nodded and said, "Tell me the numbers."
Checking the household registration and Lao Du looked at each other. As if after careful consideration, he stretched out four fingers and made a "four" sign to me.
"Four hundred thousand?" I asked.
The two of them were stunned for more than ten seconds, and at the same time they nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
