In folklore, ghosts hitting walls are a very common phenomenon, and many people have experienced it. When walking at night or in the suburbs, the ghost hits the wall, unable to distinguish the direction, the self-perception is blurred, and the phenomenon of not knowing where to go, and turning in circles. The ghost hitting the wall is actually a hazy state of human consciousness, and its essence is the circular motion of living beings. What is the circular motion of living beings? To put it simply, when a person's senses are confused, what you think is walking in a straight line is actually walking in a circle.
There is also a kind of ghost hitting the wall is from the ancient feng shui, which is to the effect that some markers are artificially placed in some fixed places to confuse people's senses and make people lose their sense of direction, so most of the feng shui masters in ancient times will put up some arrays, so that people can't get out as soon as they enter. One of the most commonly heard superstitious sayings is that when people walk into cemeteries and other places, they are confused by ghosts, lose their sense of direction, and cannot get out of this range, so it is called ghosts hitting the wall.
In the fifties and sixties, in a village called Xiaomiao Village in Inner Mongolia, there lived a middle-aged man surnamed Zhang. This Lao Zhang likes to drink, and in that era, there was a lack of material, and wine was not available at any time. Even if there is alcohol, it is always a good friend to drink secretly. Lao Zhang has a good drinking friend Zhao Mazi. This Zhao Mazi is inconspicuous, but he has a good job. His grandfather had beaten devils in his generation, and he could ** at that time. Zhao Mazi took his grandfather's shift and worked at the grain station. At that time, the grain station was poorly fat. Rice, flour, grain and oil are all distributed, and there were hungry people in those days, but they must not be hungry when they work at the grain station, and there is wine and meat.
Lao Zhang has this good drinking friend, and he often drinks alcohol, although he drinks alcohol, but he does not dare to drink it blatantly, if people with ulterior motives know about it, this is digging the corner of socialism. Therefore, Zhao Mazi got some wine and notified Lao Zhang to come to the grain station at night. This grain station is not in the village, two or three miles to the left of the grain station is Linchang Village, two or three miles to the right is Damiao Village, and the small temple village of the old Zhang family is two or three miles south of the grain station, so the two of them can eat and drink at night and rest assured.
On this day, Zhao Mazi got some wine again, and it just so happened that the rabbit sent by Lao Zhang a few days ago hadn't eaten yet. In this way, Zhao Mazi sent the child licking the noodle bag at the grain station in the village to send a letter to Lao Zhang, asking him to come over at night, and Zhao Mazi also gave the child a big bowl of flour. Someone asked, what is a noodle licking bag? At that time, the bags of noodles were made of white cotton, and the flour in the cotton bags could not be poured cleanly, and the grain station was responsible for distributing the grain. Therefore, there are a large number of noodle bags, and some people's rations are not enough to eat, and adults can't wipe their face, so they let their children go to the grain station to shake the noodle bags, so as to get a little flour, which is called licking the noodle bags.
This Lao Zhang received the letter, thinking that he had drunk a little wine again, and his heart was happy. As soon as it was dark, Lao Zhang rode his horse to the grain station. In the fifties and sixties in Inner Mongolia, bicycles were also rare, and the main means of transportation were horses or carriages. This Zhao Mazi fried the rabbit jerky, and it was dark, and the two of them ate and drank at the same time, so happy.
Soon the wine passed three rounds, and the dishes passed five flavors. It was late at night, both of them were a little drunk, Zhao Mazi fell asleep, and didn't care about Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang went out when he wanted to go home, got on the horse, and went out of the grain station in a daze. As soon as Lao Zhang came out of the grain station, he felt that it was so dark this day, and he didn't know whether it was the thirtieth or the first day of the new year, and there was no moon, and he couldn't even see the stars, but it was really as dark as ink, and he couldn't see his five fingers.
It stands to reason that people's eyes are in the dark, and if they close their eyes for a while and then open them, they can basically adapt to it, and even if it is dark, they can see some things. I don't know if I drank a little too much today or what, except for the silhouette of the horse riding under me, I couldn't see anything else, and my eyes were full of darkness. Lao Zhang drove the horse to walk in the direction of the home in his memory, but the distance of two or three miles is said to be there in a while, but why did he walk for a long time today and still couldn't see his home?
Lao Zhang was dazed, muttered in his heart that he stopped the horse, sat on the horse's back, and carefully identified the direction, as if it was not far ahead, there was a light, like the light of a candle from the window of someone's house. Lao Zhang recognized it, and drove the horse to the light. The horse was not very obedient today, and when he walked a few steps, he wanted to turn a corner, so Lao Zhang dragged the horse and ran away. Walking, walking, I don't know how long I've been walking, why haven't I arrived yet?
Lao Zhang felt that something was wrong, and when he looked at the light, it was still dark, and he couldn't see anything. Lao Zhangjiu hadn't woken up yet, and his head was a little dizzy. He dismounted, sat down on the ground with the reins of his horse, took out his fanny pack and cigarette pocket, and smoked a bag of cigarettes. Lao Zhang pondered that the direction was wrong, since he couldn't go home, let's go back to the grain station. He looked back in the direction of the grain station, and there was no light at all. He got on his horse, turned around, and ran back where he had come. The horse is also strange, but he is disobedient and always thinks about turning. Lao Zhang dragged the horse to prevent him from turning, walked and walked, and walked for a long time.
Lao Zhang Xin said that it was time to arrive, but when he stopped to take a closer look, there was no grain station in front of him, and there was no village behind him, so he still couldn't see anything. At this time, Lao Zhangjiu also woke up for most of the time, stopped the horse, and knew in his heart that he had met a ghost hitting the wall. So, Lao Zhang stood in front of the horse and hugged his fists, and said loudly: "I don't know which immortal I collided with today, I hope that the immortal will not care, I will compensate you here, you raise your noble hand and let me go." After speaking, Lao Zhang bowed, didn't hurry to leave, and sat on the ground and smoked a bag of cigarettes.
After Lao Zhang finished smoking, he got on the horse again, and didn't take a few steps forward before he found that his eyes could see the outline of the house in the distance more or less. At this time, there was already some light on the eastern horizon, and the sky was almost bright. Lao Zhang took a closer look, and it was only about a mile away from the village. Looking back, it was more than a mile away from the grain station. Lao Zhang walked around for most of the night, and the horseshoe prints on the ground were drawn in a big circle. When I got home, the sky was bright. Later, Lao Zhang talked about it, and people said, it's all your own fault, if you don't twist the horse, the old horse will know the way, and he will naturally take you home.