In the morning just left the bed, the phone rang, just connected the main voice of the mother, but like the lake is not very common, her mother said: "Come on a trip, Mexico is not finished."
After the death of his father, the status of relatives leave the lake fade to fade, now suddenly received the news as a choking salt, sealed to panic. I left my phone and called my boss, taking a few days off.
If you are not Mexican, you can not remember anything at all, just know that you often help children scrape the wind, acupuncture or catch the demon. Likes to use a canal to heal, so gradually everyone calls her Mexican, she also likes people to call her so. I was supposed to be my grandfather's aunt, so I could actually call her an exterminator, but it was too annoying, people still like to call her Mexican. Every time someone called her, she always brought her eyes closed trying to open, then staggered feet three feet step by step to.
At home, the face of her mother has not been very traumatic, it is hard to blame, although blood is so far away, but her hands have massaged her hair countless children, not only us, children The surrounding neighborhood is largely under the patronage of a healthy Mexican grown up. With my mother asked a few questions, we immediately went to Mexico home. When there came a lot of people came, young and old have, every one quietly silent, the kids are biting their lips, watching me in Spain, they do not dare to disturb her.
Mom brought me in. Mom slept on the bamboo mat, this is one of the characteristics of her ordinary people, it is the spring and autumn, she sleeps on this architecture, sleep has been more than 50 years. Then, the shade turned red. I was close to dying, and I could hear her breathing heavily in the room, and my mother and grandmother told me I had arrived.
My grandmother, in my late grandmothers, loved me so much, because I was so much like her favorite little son that made her suffer the most. Although she cured many people, her whole life was extremely scary, listening to her grandmother said, before she gave birth to six children are not living more than a year old, when the sixth died, crazy on the grave screaming just digging grave section.
The seventh is also the son she most loved, intelligent singularity, the 1960s also passed the University of Tsinghua, everyone is praising Mexico she has gone through hardship, son in a riot in Beijing was hit by a shot, died on the spot, this news exceeded the tolerance of Mexico, she nearly a month did not say anything, but a month later she was like rolled up sleeves to hold a penny and a pipe to heal people.
"Lu, you and my mother go out, you want to leave Cuong alone." When she suddenly struggled hard to get up, I was exceedingly amazed, because her grandmother had earlier said she was dying, but now she can sit up, uncomfortable, the body of the body was thin skin to cover the bones, sit up to stand up cough severe, dry hex is my mother's mother, grandmother and mother after leaving, in the small room only me and me grandmother. I found a small chair to sit down beside her, holding her hands tightly, hands very cold, feeling very weak, I could feel the rough rough pattern of fingers and burned bone.
One of the girls shivered with tears on one side, shaking my head with another, and in my mouth said, "Like, it's too much."
"Mexico, you pay attention to your health." My nose is also a bit sad, remember when the general feeling that she is very miraculous, what kind of monster can cure, unexpectedly today she is so weak old.
"Dumbbell, do you know why Mama wants to talk to you alone?" She spoke very hard, and her voice was very heavy, I had to speculate a few times to clear her mind. I obviously shook my head. She suddenly wiggled out from under her pillow and pulled out a book, but the look was not the same.
"This is a record of her life experiences and exorcisms that she knows she still considers her son as Duc Lap (the deceased Mexican son), now she must go, the book she wants to transmit If you like, keep watching, do not like to burn off. " She finished her cough, and then closed her eyes without talking, I called her a few hours, she waved her arms, told me to go out.
Four hours later, the Mexican passed away. Later, the owner of the body every day there, that day buried people in this area where everyone comes, I suddenly thought of a sentence, want to know if a person is good or not, watching the day he died How many people will see off.
Let me go, loneliness and loneliness leave. I took her book to rush to finish the funeral of Me, after finishing I went back to the editor. The work was over, and I began to read the Mexican relics for me.
I say that the book is not said that the book is very messy old, glazed brown, I carefully mumbled, inside with a pen write, read vertical, that time can write many words like Mexican She seems to be extremely rare.
Reading hard, I copied it, but the more I copied, the more I felt horror.
There is no mention of Medjugorje's art in this, not to say that magic is more correct. But look at her from a neighbor's secret to learn, heard learning this must rely on the rich and fate. Song records her from a young age began to exorcist and behind the story of her children die prematurely. Actually, she is not the same as in the depiction that she can cry for the wind, but she can do things we can not do. She wrote or mixed the local language is difficult to understand, I have invited many people, can reluctantly give a rough idea translated.
"Come on, take a seven-eight-year-old boy on his arm and look like a woodpecker, the weather is cold, the nose is running out of a green nose, but it's complete. I did not feel anything, finally, she was the sixth to help it wipe.
I had the impression that this kid had won. Indeed, Auntie Six told me that this boy was the daughter of his sister Auntie, the mother and father of the child who came out to make a living, temporarily sent it home at the nursery, at first the child was very active, always active. full of vitality, but last week suddenly became so. No other way, so find me. I have a little hesitation, I do not want to manage, listen to his father said, if the wife then, women want to have children should not do this, otherwise the children will encounter the sky, but anyway Legend, I looked at this baby, finally agreed.
I like to normally invite others out, bring the baby to my room (Mexico has a private healing room, very narrow, can hold up to four years, more inside without the electric lamp, around There are only one altar inside, worshiping the statue of Avalokiteshvara, burning candles all year round.) I burned the incense for the Quan Yin, then took out the stalks filled with a bag of rice that had been incense burned. that moved in front of the child. (When I was little too, remember to bring the trough at high fever she was shaking several times then good right).
I hold the left hand of the child, between the index finger and the thumb of the left hand have a clear blue line, thick worm-like, more intense bulge. Naturally, it is threatened. The fragility of children, panic or fear is easy to lose soul, if not long time can still summon. So just to help him chase away the demon, using acupuncture treatment life is very easy.
I open the cannula, the middle grain concave down, the four sides protrude, but there are three small holes. I opened my mouth, followed by the light can see the tongue in the mouth has a blister. This type of illness in humans is due to poisonous fever and wind. In normal circumstances, I would use the money to scrape my mouth in the mouth, and then prick the other two, but perhaps I was wrong. (Mexico learned acupuncture, this is due to the study of a famous healer. local)
I just took the prick out, went to the back prepared to hit the ducat in the palms of the temporal hand between the shoulder, it suddenly smiled, unlike the sound of the child, the more the sound Of the more mature women, "What are you laughing for? I took the plunger to prepare it. The young man slowly turned his head, and at the shoulder he heard a loud crash, his head all round, his eyes looking straight at me, his mouth still in saliva. I was scared, put my butt on the ground, even my yelling was gone.
"You saved other people's children, so give me your baby." It suddenly said a strange sentence. I closed my eyes, opened up to discover that the baby was still in front of me, holding his back to me without moving. I carefully stood up, went to face him look, nothing changed, I thought I mistakenly, according to the rules still pierced a few punctures for it, the whole meridians under the neck under the ax. The kid was very quick, the evening did not happen again, happy aunt, take the child away, the child before going to laugh with me, laughed that I panicked. The first few days I have a bit of an effort, decided not to see the disease for people anymore, but still nothing happens, I gradually forget.
Soon after I had Dai Lap (the first Mexican child) after it was born whitish white, the whole family was very cheerful, but in June, I woke up to find his face was I am the healer, I know the baby can not save anymore, but still the same crazy to call people, in the end is still dead, when he died on the face of a smile, back to think back, smile just like that kid
I did not remember the words of the other child, only to blame the misery, but this is just beginning, 10 years later I gave birth to five children, each child is dead, the largest Less than 1 year old, when the sixth was born, I used all the enthusiasm to raise it, the big boy was very good, I thought the hiatus was over, but one summer evening, I heard outside The door has someone calling me, just came back to look back to no one, when the child returned to stop breathing.
I really want to go crazy, the baby is my mother's blood, this is the bone that I can not doubt suspiciously, I began to doubt the other children ten years, but the story is already, I quickly became pregnant, and brought all the clothes of the children to the front of the whole thrown away, I decided to start raising this baby again, as the first child of I was raised.
I was born, I put all my energy to raise it, but from the time I was born I kept crying, crying from day to night, crying out loud, I used a lot of methods It did not work, I began to panic, began to regret having healed the baby.
Until that day, our neighbor, a tall North East man, his body was extremely strong, normal with us, he worked night shift, but the baby I cry, crying, I'm coaxing him, he is like a god, he is evil, he cried out a sentence: "Cry cry forever, crying!" He threatened me with fear, then he rushed over, slapped Duc Lap one, Duc Lap immediately stopped crying, I even thought that was shocked, who suspects since then no longer crying, But this man from then on in bed did not wake up very soon after the disease died, his family also died in turn, I know, things in Duc Lap has separated, The Northeast man was convicted.
After he grew up, I brought him to the grave of the Northeast man, and told him that this was his great benefactor, although I was miserable, but undeniably, The more I'm happy, because I think my son is not worried anymore. But that's just what I thought.
Duc Lap is very excellent, excellently out of my data, I even feel a little nervous, I'm also not smart, Duc Lap is also a mercenary worker, based on living room knitting . But this kid was cleverly different from ordinary people, but never laughed, before the face, except for me, other people very difficult to say a few sentences with it. I like to help neighbors around the healing, the reputation is growing. Before the cultural revolution began, it took place in Thanh Hoa, before going to me and it was late at night. He pulls my hand, saying that my father and I raised such many years is not easy, it will try to study the report to us. What is the joy of hearing these words from my children? The mother and child brought all of it as a kid once.
Li arrived in Beijing, occasionally sending color photos home, said that the photos are not very popular, more than black and white, I first took pictures, want to look a little look son in Beijing Are you skinny? But I just looked at the photo, and it was laughing, the smile that I could not get used to, it was the smile that had appeared many times before, my eyes were dark, the other smile As if laughing at my ignorance and ignorance. So I was mad to go to Beijing to find my son. The type of person I like is of course considered as the co-worker and the mole who was condemned, I did not notice how they insulted me, but I begged them to release. I went to Beijing to find a boy, but basically useless.
Half a year later, Duc Lap died of transmission, this time I do not cry anymore, but Father Duc Lap too much tragedy soon died. The next week I locked myself in the room, only thought of one thing, saving people virtue, I do this is also wrong? I repudiated all the children who came to me for treatment, no matter what they asked me to say, scolded me.
I also went to find aunt, asked about the child, the other child is very healthy, now still. I am a little bit easier in my heart.
Maybe people like me should not have children or grandchildren, or say all the children who have been treated by me are my grandchildren? Wait for me to think through, to start helping the poor children, to do my best to help. I can stay on these babies to find the things I've lost. "
I read here, discovered inside the paper clip, was very old, but the nature of the paper is not bad, I carefully opened, is the acupuncture point of the human body, also record the main acupuncture What treatment does this disease have? This I do not understand very much, thought silently waiting for Kyan returned to him. The back side also recorded a lot of her story how to cure the children, the same to the same, like sunshine, high fever to find her most Mexican, just one more time to Mexico her sticks a prick, Bring a little looseness, the whole body is comfortable, really is miraculous. A very interesting book at the end of the book, above how to use the demon call. That is the reason why she was called Hispanic.
"Using fresh bamboo shoots, fresh rice is best." Take a white cloth soaked in boiling water, place in the dark, before the ceremony should be pure net body, white cloth cover on the tube, Sit in front of the table, and keep your eyes closed. This is the process of the canal, but also must be carried out in the dark room. Moreover, the above said that the use of rice to invite demons is not likely to be successful, if you can bring the dead material used while alive to enter the tube will be a little bigger. Also, before the demon leaves, he can not let go of the cannula, nor can he reveal the fabric.
I followed the record on that, it is the same tube that she used while living. In the heart of Mexico, the pipes of course began to turn cold, I was not going to hold, as ice blocks. I feel the rice inside the tube is constantly jumping up and down like a boiling, but the fabric does not budge at all. When I'm about to loose my hand. The face appeared a shadow of ambiguous people, my eyes like the water around, but the shadow is increasingly clear. It is really Mexican, except the face slightly dark is still the same day.
I did not say an hour, "Mama!" Would like to leave the seat through it. Her arms stretched against me. Also laugh at me. The Mexican is the mother she does not say a word, just sit there.
"Mommy, can not you talk?" She nodded. Looks like I can not even do the same thing with the dead, but can see me is good. She kept sitting in front of me, though still vague, but felt very honest.
"Mommy, what are you going to do? What if there's something wrong with the baby? If it's okay, then what if it's okay?"
She laughed, just me. I asked bizarrely, "You say me?" She nodded, stretched out her hand, and raised her thumb. The temperature of the tube began to slowly rise, and the shape of Mei was gradually becoming clearer, and I knew she was about to leave, but still stood up. Who suddenly suddenly missed the thing has disappeared. I stand there, looking back to the tube, white cloth is also extruded. The inside of the rice spontaneously turns into an hourglass, and also along the high-speed tube. Just started slowing down. I immediately find the book, turned over all over, turned out in the process of inviting demons that let go, later also no way to invite her again, in other words will also not see her again.
The last sheet of the book of Medjugorje she had a bag, with more than ten mucus in it, all of which she used to cure her illness. Inside there is a photo of gold.
I took the photo, the back of the letter with a beautiful pen, "Send to your mother the most love." I hurried over, a tall boy wearing glasses standing in front of the Thanh Hoa school.
Is this the son of the Mexican? I took the picture to the light of a close look. I was threatened by the loss of honey, the exact shape is very similar to me, but his smile really makes people uncomfortable, look very uneven. The photo under the sun shines in response, I'm afraid to spoil it, anyway it's a Mexican artifact, I just wanted to take it, feeling the picture seems to be a little bit wrong, just turned over Look, the results scared to throw the picture down.
On the picture clearly visible, a pair of white hands from the back of her Mexican son stretched out, his hands pulled his face into a smile.
Source: truyenngan.com.vn
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