It is said that seven or eight years old is the age when cats and dogs hate it, but I found that in my life, I have hardly done anything disgusting in the two years of seven and eight years old.

The reason is that I have been obsessed with ghosts, monsters and other things for the past two years, and my mental head has been taken up by studying these things, where can I have the leisure to study anything else?

When I was eight years old, my homework every morning was to recite Lao Zhuang's grandson, the Tao Te Ching, and the Buddhist scriptures aloud......

I memorized some ancient books that I couldn't read or understand myself, and I don't know where this old man got these books.

After finishing the morning work, I went to school with my schoolbag.

When I came back at night, I wanted to play a set of boxing techniques that my grandfather taught me, I didn't know what the name was, I asked my grandfather, he said it was handed down by his ancestors, and he didn't know what the name was, this is not a boxing method, it was a kind of physical art, if you had to call it a name, it would be called ghost doctor boxing.

I was depressed at the time, isn't this nonsense, those famous boxing methods on TV have a nice name, what Tai Chi, gossip, what dragon eighteen palms, what is the god palm......

You're good, what kind of ghost doctor fist is called, it sounds ugly.

The ghost doctor's fist is not only ugly, but also very difficult to fight, so how to say the action? It's like pounding cotton, it's weak.

Every movement is slow like a cow or a snail, slow like a burden of thousands of catties, and a movement can go out for more than ten seconds before it is in place.

When I first started practicing, I was quite interested, but after a long time, I couldn't stay up.

Where is this boxing, this is drawing circles against the air, I found that it is still the mysterious man's set of movements with a feeling, maybe it should also be called physical arts.

Well, that set of physical techniques is moving, more than a dozen awkward movements, less than a minute to finish twisting, although the joints of the body hurt terribly, but after the completion of the refreshment, the feeling of the capillaries of the body are scattered, full of vitality.

My grandfather's ghost doctor punched me like I wanted to sleep.

I don't know if my grandfather did it on purpose, but I slept soundly every night anyway.

Of course, when I sleep, I still have nightmares, I still dream of that bad man, but I still dream about that weird set of physical skills a lot in my dreams.

Sometimes, it's the scene of the mysterious man standing in front of the gravebreaker and doing that set of moves, and sometimes it's the villain man who beats me up with this strange set of physical techniques.

I don't know if it's because the older I get, the worse this spirit becomes, after a long time, the figure of the mysterious man and the villain man actually became one, although I still know very clearly in my heart, but in the dream, their figures have blurred together, he sometimes teaches me how to practice that set of physical skills, sometimes beats me, makes me nervous every day, when I go to school, both legs keep stepping, and the whole body is twisted crookedly.

It was also at this time that I found out that Gangbu is not something that ordinary people can step out, like me, I can only take six steps, and if I am strong at the age of seven, it is not impossible, and it is certain that I will be planted after stepping out, and I can't get up.

I had to take a half-hour break to get up.

That's why I was late for school for the first time.

I took four steps and lay down on the ground, and I didn't know how long I would have been lying if Nobita hadn't happened to see me lying on the ground and pulled me up when he was in school.

Later, I secretly tried a few times in school, and found that this thing can be improved, what I didn't know was that the set of ghost doctor boxing that my grandfather taught me every day was actually a kind of guidance technique, a kind of kung fu that can regulate the body's breath, and it was particularly important for the technique of stepping on the gangbu, which consumed a lot of money.

With the support of that set of ghost doctor fists, I was able to step Gangbu from four steps to six steps.

I found that that set of movements is not limited by Gangbu, and can be used anytime and anywhere, I don't know why the man practiced that set of movements while stepping on Gangbu, now that I think about it, it may be that this set of movements will be more powerful with Gangbu's movement.

If what my grandfather taught me was what he forced on me, then this set of steps and movements is my own spice in life.

In the past nine years, I have found that I am getting taller and taller, and the amount of food is getting bigger and bigger, two large meat buns every morning, now seven or eight a day is not enough to eat, and my mother's meals are gradually tending to be more meat and less vegetarian.

Because she is the only one who eats some small vegetarian dishes, my grandfather's old belly is also a meat product, and a plate of beef can barely be eaten at a meal, so I am even more terrible, and I want two large pieces of beef plus six steamed buns, and chicken, duck, fish and the like are indispensable.

I once doubted the truth of the saying that half a child eats poor Lao Tzu, but when it fell on me, I found that I could not only eat poor Lao Tzu, but I could even eat poor Lao Tzu.

On more than one occasion, our family was financially stretched thin due to food problems.

Fortunately, my grandfather made a lot of money in the past days, even if there were occasional situations when there was no supply, it didn't matter, the mountains and wilderness were mostly game, and on the weekend, I followed the old man with a shotgun on his back, and went up the mountain with a sleeve to hunt back, which was enough for two days of food.

Time is like flowing water, and my nine years of life have come through in this kind of crawling days.

By the age of fifteen, I was able to go up to the mountains to hunt on my own, let alone fish in the reservoir or river.

Of course, in the past nine years, I was most interested in sitting in my grandfather's hospital every Friday and Saturday night to see ghosts.

At that time, I was the most comfortable, making a pot of fragrant tea and drinking a pot with my grandfather.

Grandpa held a cigarette pouch and pot, squinted a pair of faint old eyes, lay on the recliner and closed his eyes to recuperate, occasionally a ghost came in to see a doctor, he would make a gesture, I immediately stepped forward and shouted five or six pretending to ask, and then prescribed medicine and went out, leaving one or two ghost nails.

The medicine was prepared by my grandfather a long time ago, and the name was very vulgar, one was named by my grandfather as painkillers, and the other was called Euclidean Ringing Pills.

When I heard these two names, I sprayed a cup of tea on a ghost's face, which scared the ghost so much that he ran away.

Today, I know a little about these two medicinal materials, although the name is a bit vulgar, but the ingredients are not so easy to get.

Because it is a medicine for ghosts, it needs to be reconciled by some things from the two worlds of yin and yang to condense into something, what yellow spring water, yin and yang mud, yang willow branches and the like, some things I have never heard of.

Note that this willow is the yang of the sun, not the poplar of the poplar, according to my grandfather, it is a kind of yin tree on the edge of the Huangquan River.

Uncle, the yin tree is actually called yang willow, and the willow in the yang is still yin, and things in this world are so strange.

But how can my grandfather get the things of the underworld?

It was something I was always curious about, until one day I discovered another secret from my grandfather.