My name is Zhao Dongfang, and I grew up in a remote village.
There is another reason why I chose the name "Eastern".
I was born at the yang time of the yang year, yang, yang, yang, yang, sun, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang, yang.
Therefore, my grandfather named me "Dongfang", which symbolizes the initial rising sun in the East.
I have had no parents since I was a child, and I live with my grandfather in Zhaojiacun.
My grandfather's name is Zhao Jiuchong. He belongs to the older generation in our village, so people who are familiar with him call him "Zhao Jiuye".
My grandfather served as a Taoist priest in Maoshan for several years when he was young, so he knew some methods of catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits.
On weekdays, if something happens to any family in our village, they will come to see grandpa.
I have asked my grandfather countless times, where are my parents?
But every time grandpa just said "let's go".
Gone? Grandpa’s words were meaningless. Gone, where did he go?
In our daily life, we sometimes use "gone" to describe a person's death.
Then did my parents unfortunately die in an accident, or did they go to another place?
But at this time, my grandfather refused to talk anymore. Every time he waved his hand, "You kid, don't meddle too much in adult matters."
For many years, the whereabouts of my parents have become an unsolved mystery.
I have thought of countless ways to pry open my grandfather's mouth and ask about my parents, but they all ended in failure.
I remember one time my grandfather was drinking alone at home. While he was drunk, I secretly asked him where my parents were.
But my grandpa, who was already drunk and hazy, suddenly woke up and yelled at me loudly.
It was still a snowy day. Grandpa took off my shoes, then forced me out and made me stand in the snow for a full hour.
From then on I never dared to ask about my parents.
Because I know that my parents' affairs are a forbidden area in my grandfather's heart, and no one is allowed to go beyond the boundaries.
When I was eighteen years old, a strange thing happened in Zhaojia Village, which had always been peaceful. Because of this incident, my life was pushed down another weird and weird path.
That year, the village was building roads, which was a major event, and the whole village was very busy.
But that day, the village chief, who was supervising the road construction process, suddenly came to our house in a hurry with several people.
"Where is your grandpa?" When I opened the door and saw the village chief, the village chief asked immediately.
"Inside!" I pointed to the inner room.
Because my grandfather often helps people in the village deal with some supernatural incidents, so looking at the anxious look on the village chief’s face, I knew that something strange must have happened while they were building the road.
While I was talking to the village chief, my grandfather also walked out of the house.
"Master Zhao Jiu..." The village chief looked very excited when he saw his grandfather, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.
The village chief took my grandfather's hand three steps at a time and said, "Master Zhao Jiu, when we were just building the road, we dug up a coffin. We didn't dare to move it. Come and have a look with us! Damn it."
Say something to the person and ask him not to blame us for offending him."
After hearing this, my grandfather thought for a while and then said, "Okay, let's go there quickly!"
Although I am not interested in things like Feng Shui metaphysics, I have been dependent on my grandfather since I was a child and have been influenced by my ears and eyes, so I still have some understanding of this aspect.
For example, if you dig up a coffin during road construction, you must not handle it hastily. Otherwise, if you do it improperly, you may get yourself into big trouble.
Because the situation was urgent, a group of us walked very quickly. It didn’t take long for us to arrive at the place where the village chief and his colleagues were working.
At this moment, the people building the road had stopped, and there was a coffin placed in an open space.
Grandpa didn't stop when he got there, but went straight to the place where the coffin was placed.
My grandfather put his hand on the coffin and walked around the coffin.
"How long has it been since this coffin was dug up?" my grandfather asked.
"Half an hour." the village chief replied.
My grandfather nodded and said nothing more.
I stood quietly next to my grandfather, while all the workers gathered around to watch.
Then he took out a few sticks of incense from a yellow cloth bag he was carrying. After lighting the incense, he placed it in front of the coffin.
"Master Zhao Jiu, do you need to open the coffin and take a look?" the village chief asked.
"It is necessary, otherwise it would be difficult for me to deal with it if I don't know the specific situation inside." Grandpa replied.
Then grandpa turned around and looked at everyone and shouted loudly, "Everyone born in the Year of the Rooster or Dog, people aged 16, 28, and 36 should turn their backs."
The people present looked at each other, talked in low voices, and then some people turned their backs.
Seeing someone turn around, Grandpa called several other people to come forward, and then moved the coffin lid away bit by bit.
After the coffin lid was removed, the contents of the coffin were revealed.
What surprised us was that what lay in the coffin was not a corpse, but a living body.
The body lying in the coffin was that of a young man, about ten years old, wearing ancient clothes.
The boy in the coffin had red lips and white teeth, and his eyes were tightly closed.
Everyone present was amazed and couldn't believe what we saw was real.
If it weren't for the fact that he was wearing ancient clothes and had the hairstyle of ancient times, we would really doubt that the person lying inside was a living person and that all this was just a prank.
And for some reason, the more I looked at the person in the coffin, the more familiar he looked, as if I had seen him before.
As I watched, I became more certain where I had seen him.
Suddenly I jerked up and straightened up, as if a poisonous snake was crawling across my back.
I finally knew why I thought the person in the coffin looked familiar, because I suddenly discovered that the person lying in the coffin actually had the same appearance as me!
I took out my phone, looked at me on the screen, and then looked at the person in the coffin. Yes, it was the same person, but our hairstyle and clothing were different. Because of this, I didn't notice it right away.
We look the same.
Our facial features can no longer be said to be similar, they are simply carved from the same mold.
I can clearly feel my hand holding the phone trembling slightly. Is this a coincidence?
With so many people present, I was of course not the only one to discover this secret. Everyone else also looked at me with disbelief on their faces.
The grandfather on the side opened his mouth slightly, pointed his finger at the person in the coffin, and his eyes widened, as if an ordinary person had seen a ghost!
Grandpa was trembling all over, and his eyes contained many things, including surprise, doubt and fear.
Compared to the fact that the person in the coffin looked the same as me, my grandfather's behavior also surprised me.
When my grandfather was young, he worked as a Taoist priest and traveled around the country. He saw a lot of things and had already developed a character that was calm and calm about everything he encountered. This is the first time I have seen him like this.
At the same time, grandpa's performance made me vaguely feel that all this was not a coincidence.
Out of curiosity, I squatted down and slowly stretched my hand into the coffin.
The man lying in the coffin had his hands folded on his chest. I carefully opened his left hand so that his palm faced up.
"Ah..." When I saw the palm of the person in the coffin, I screamed as if I had been hit hard, lost my center of gravity, and sat down on the ground.
I saw that the person in the coffin had a mark of a mole on the palm of his left hand, and I also had it on the palm of my left hand. Even the location, size and shape of the mole were the same!