In the early years, there were all sorts of strange and frightening stories circulating in the countryside.

Perhaps you might think all of this is made up and fictional, but I can responsibly tell everyone that these things are real!

Because some of those things happened to me!

For example, my life is borrowed...

Our village, Wangjiagou, is located deep in the mountains of Northwest Hubei. While TVs with large screens have already been common outside, our village still hasn't had electricity, living a life completely isolated from the world.

So our village would never have any doctors. For common ailments that couldn't be resolved, we would always go to a local fortune teller named Meng Po.

According to my master, when I was born, my mother had a severe hemorrhage and couldn't give birth to me. The midwife was afraid something might happen, so she told my father to quickly go and ask Meng Po for help.

However, when Meng Po came to my house, she only said three things!

The first thing Meng Po said when she arrived at my doorstep was, "Your kid is no ordinary child!"

The second sentence is that when she saw me, Meng Po said expressionlessly, "You're here again!"

The third sentence is: “Quick, bring Li Quazi over!”

When I told my father about Li Quazi, he was truly frightened. Who is Li Quazi?

He was the undertaker in the village, always dealing with the dead. People were afraid to encounter him, fearing bad luck.

Because whenever you see Li Quazi, it usually means someone has died violently!

So-called dying without entering the door!

This kind of funeral, even the brass band wouldn't want to go.

Only Li Quazi would dare to take on such a job!

Then my father hurried to find Li Quazi, explained the situation to him, and then invited him over.

However, when Li Quazi just reached the doorstep of my house, he stopped and told my father, "You go in and tell Meng Po that I am here and she needn't worry!"

My father doesn't understand these things. Seeing Li Quazi, he didn't step inside and didn't even care about those taboos. He was anxious and just reached out to grab Li Quazi's arm.

Li Quazi, seeing the situation, reached out and pushed aside my father's hand. He said coldly, "If you want your son to live, tell Meng Po to hurry up. Otherwise, something will happen!"

He said he wouldn't even acknowledge my father, and started rummaging through his backpack. He took out a mineral water bottle and poured the red liquid inside onto the doorstep...

"Meng Po, Li Quazi is outside lively and won't come in. He said he gave it to him and asked you to hurry!" My father didn't dare hesitate, so he rushed into the inner room and said to Meng Po.

After hearing my father's words, Meng Po finally let out a sigh of relief and then said to my father, "You all go and wait in the next room. Whatever happens, don't come out!"

That night, the originally peaceful evening outside was suddenly filled with a raging storm accompanied by ghostly wails and howls, as my cries broke the silence. As for what exactly happened that night, Master never told me.

My master was Li Quazi. About what happened that night, my master only told me a general idea. He never wanted to tell me the details.

Every time I ask him, he only says: "My life is borrowed, and it's time to return it. Let me live a good life!"

I don't know about anything else, but I know that without Meng Po I definitely wouldn't be alive. So every year, I go to worship Meng Po and recognize her as my godmother!

As for my parents, I have no memory of them. In my master's words, I am too "tough" and being with them would kill them!

Although I don't believe it, I didn't refute it, after all, you never know what might happen.

So over time, I also came to treat my master as a father, only he wouldn't let me call him "father"......

Over the years, I've been learning the art of corpse carrying with my master. He says I have a major tribulation coming my way and that mastering this skill is the only way to overcome it.

Just when I turned eighteen, my mother who I had never met appeared out of nowhere, and because of this, I almost lost my life!

"Yi Shou, are you Yi Shou?" That day, a woman dressed simply, and somehow familiar to me, came to my house. As soon as she saw me, she excitedly grabbed my arm.

I wanted to pull my arm away, but the woman's grip was very strong. I couldn't pull away for a while, and it wasn't until my master appeared that he helped me out of the situation.

My master's face turned sour the moment he saw a woman. He coldly asked, "What are you doing here? Get out!"

When the woman saw my master, she reluctantly withdrew her arm, but her eyes still darted over to me from time to time.

"I really can't bear it anymore, my child... Old Liu fell off the cliff while herding sheep and disappeared..." The woman started crying loudly as she sat on the ground.

I don't know why, but seeing a woman like this makes me feel an indescribable kind of discomfort.

My master, upon hearing this, immediately tensed up, his face paling. He then glanced at me before turning back to the woman and saying, "Go back first, we'll be there in a moment after we prepare."

The woman, after seeing my master agree, still didn't want to leave. She looked at me with tearful eyes.

"Don't make me regret this!" the master said slowly, looking at the woman.

Only then did the woman reluctantly leave my home. After she was gone, the master walked over to me and said: "The person who came was your mother, so this time you have to go!"

After hearing these words from my master, my heart wasn't as sad as I had imagined. Instead, I saw a hint of panic in his expression.

"Master, can't I go?" I tentatively asked.

"Alas," the master sighed, and then said, "If it were anyone else, there would be no need to go. But Lao Liu is different, Lao Liu is your biological father. You must be filial, or you will bear the consequences of karma. You can't bear them now!"

But this also leaves me a little puzzled. If that's the case, wouldn't it be filial piety, and Master shouldn't have such a big reaction, right?

"Master?" I whispered, a hint of confusion in my voice.

After giving me a glance, my master said, “The main thing is that Meng Po left words when she left, saying that you couldn't enter the house before you were 18. Before I could ask why, Meng Po was gone…”

When my master said this, it all made sense to me. My life was saved by Meng Po. All these years, my master has been doing things according to Meng Po's instructions.

For example, during festivals, I have to go to Meng Po's grave to pay my respects; I always wear the fox fur left by Meng Po until I am 12 years old, and I cannot enter the mountains before I am 16.

Of course, it wasn't that my master was a coward. My master has always been extremely careful and never made any mistakes. But I was mischievous as a child. When I was 15 years old, I followed Ergou, who was about the same age as me, into the mountains to play. As a result, I fainted for three days and three nights, and my body had many wounds from bites that I didn't know what caused.

My master exerted a great deal of effort to save me. Due to past experience, my master is being so careful and cautious now.

Master fell silent for a long while, as if he had made some decision. His eyes suddenly became resolute, and then he said to me: "Wait for me at home. I'm going out for a bit. When I get back, I'll go straight to your house!"