There is a coffin at the door of "Guan'er", at a glance, it is not a good coffin, and it can't be sold for a few dollars, phew, Qingqing smoked herself, and after following her master for a long time, she has become a lover of money. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yo, willow, it's not worth a lot of money, what does this mean at the door of our shop? It's been so long since my father and mother died, is it too late to deliver the coffin? Isn't it, Qingqing. Guan Yiyi approached the coffin one by one and knocked it twice, but he didn't expect the coffin to also be knocked twice in response, Qingqing was startled, and hurriedly pulled Miss to jump out five meters away, patting Miss on the chest, "Touch the hair, can't be scared, Miss is not afraid, the slave maid will hit it twice, not afraid." ”

Guan Yiyi's expression is still like that, he has long been accustomed to the fuss of his little maid, but this coffin is indeed a little interesting, isn't there something in it?

As soon as I wanted to go up to find out, I saw a young man in white walking out of his store. No, no, the young man in white is also a handsome guy, at least in Guan Yiyi's eyes. Guan Yiyi has a slight eye disease, which was brought out of the mother's womb, and Master Guan has searched countless famous doctors for her, and she is only a little better, but as long as the distance is a little farther, Guan Yiyi can see things vaguely, twenty meters away from six relatives, fifty meters away from humans and animals, a hundred meters away, etc., is there anyone there?

The young man in white was also polite, walked slowly towards Guan Yi one by one, stopped three meters away, and saluted Guan Yi one by one, and opened his mouth like warm water, not burning his mouth at all, "In the next sect, Miss Guan is fine." ”

Guan Yiyi didn't laugh or be surprised, but only after a long time before he spoke, "It's clear, it's clear and philosophical, with its self-protection, a good name, a good name." I don't know what this young master came to say, but you put this coffin at the door of my shop? Guan Er, have you stopped the coffin fee? ”

"Eh~ I said that Miss Guan misunderstood, I am a door-to-door business, do you accept it or not. If you don't accept me, I'm leaving, hey~, I finally heard a good story, but no one appreciated it, what a pity. ”

After speaking, he shook his head and raised his feet and walked to the side of the street, listening to this tone, it was completely like two people with his previous attitude, looking like a hooligan in the market, which was not at all consistent with Mo Shangren Ruyu.

"Wait, did I let you stop talking, please~." If you want to talk about the things that can make Guan Yiyi's heart move, in addition to money, it is the story.

Zong Jiming curled the corners of his mouth, turned around and walked towards "Guan'er", and his mouth was also chattering endlessly, "Both Ming and Ming, they all said that it was taken from the meaning of the bright sky in the night, how did I become a villain when I came to you." Having said that, your shop is really good, I heard that the story is good, and if it can enter the heart of the shopkeeper, you can make a wish? Can this be counted? No, we have to make a note, Qingqing, pen and ink waiting. ”

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, it's been so many years, I don't count when I have spoken, I want to talk, don't say, the door is there, walk slowly, don't send it." Guan Yiyi was obviously annoyed, and he lost his usual patience to speak, and picked up the teacup and was about to throw it at Zong Jiming.

"Guan Guan, you are still so ruthless, don't, don't fight, hurry up and sit down, the story is about to begin, Qingqing, tea."

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"A few days ago, I went out with my eldest brother to run errands, and I passed by a village.

"Zong Gongzi, what are you doing with such a yin and evil thing?" Qingqing stood aside and couldn't help but interject.

"This is the beginning, Qingqing, don't worry, listen to my son slowly."

If you want to say that the coffin, it has been regarded as the treasure of the town and village for many years, not for anything else, it is rumored that fifty or sixty years ago, there was a monk who passed through this village, and said to the village chief that this village will go through a catastrophe in the near future, if it passes, it will be rich for a hundred years, but if it can't pass, the monk didn't say what would happen, just sighed, said a word and left.

Qingqing, don't guess, it's not the monk lying in this coffin, it is said that there is nothing in it, but the bizarre thing is that as long as you knock on the coffin, there will be a sound of knocking on the coffin lid from inside, to say that the coffin, the new village chief told me that it is made of a willow tree that has become a fine tree, and the monk once patted its trunk, shook his head and left.

Soon after, as the monk said, the village went through a catastrophe, saying that somehow the river at the head of the village suddenly flooded, and it rained heavily in the sky, and the crops were drowned, and before the rain stopped, the ground suddenly shook, and the ground cracked a crack three feet wide, and many ignorant villagers fell into it and died.

Just when everyone was desperate, a hundred-year-old willow tree in the courtyard of the Zhao family at the east end of the village emitted a burst of light, and surrounded the Zhao family with a circle of light, which was not invaded by wind and rain. Seeing this, the villagers hurriedly ran to the door of Zhao's house for help, but no one was able to enter.

When the catastrophe passed, the whole village was desolate, the villagers were almost dead, and the survivors were all young and strong men, who picked up their own axes, ran to the Zhao family, pointed to the willow tree, and said that this is a monster, it is the essence of the catastrophe that has caused the village to suffer such a catastrophe, and they will cut down the tree when they raise their axes.

The Zhao family is also confused, you said that this willow tree not only did not harm his family, but also protected the safety of his whole family. After listening to the words of the villagers, he also felt that this must be an unlucky tree, so he called his two sons to help cut down the tree, and the eldest son of the Zhao family, Zhao Yihuan, helped the villagers cut down the tree, and there was always the sound of a woman moaning in pain in his head, and he didn't think much about it, and after cutting the tree with the villagers, his brain was also groggy, and he went back to the room to rest for a long time, and he didn't see how the villagers dealt with the willow tree.

When he woke up, he found himself lying in a coffin, and he trembled with fright, and when a woman's sigh appeared in his ears, he was even more frightened, folded his hands, and chanted in his mouth, 'Amitabha, Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva...... ＇

The woman's voice seemed to be in my ears: 'Da Lang, have you forgotten me?' It's me, I'm Xu'er, you planted me personally, and you wrote poems with me every day, how come it has only been hundreds of years, and you have forgotten me.