Gui: "This building is a stone hanging in my heart, and if it doesn't land, I won't be able to die." ”

Monk: "Okay, I'll tell you a story." ”

Monk: "It's raining heavily, and the snail has a hard-shell house, and you can hide in it and sleep in it as soon as you shrink your head." When the dragonfly passed by, it begged to come into the house to take shelter from the rain, but the snail refused. When the ants passed by, they begged to come into the house to take shelter from the rain, but the snails refused. After the rain stopped, the sun came out, and the snails went out looking for something to eat. Suddenly, the snail looked back and saw the hard-shell house, afraid that others would take advantage of it, so he simply carried it on his back. Over time, the muscles on the snail's body and the house are glued together. It has carried the house on its back all its life and cannot walk a few steps in half a day. And around it, dragonflies have flown away, and ants have run away......"

When the monk told the story, Ah Gui listened with his ears pricked up, and his chest fell together.

Gui: "Do you mean that my wife is like a dragonfly?" Are my children ants? ”

Monk: "I don't know if your children are dragonflies or ants, but you are certainly like the snail with a hard shell on its back." ”

"I see." Gui let out a long sigh. That night, he wrote a suicide note and died suddenly at dawn.

The children followed Ah Gui's last words and buried him with his ancestors and ancestors, and the cemetery was also repaired.

After Gui's death, his wife and children did not move into the luxurious building, which they said was impersonal.

As a result, the doors and windows of that mansion were closed all year round, there was no cooking smoke, no popularity, and it became a veritable haunted house.

Even in the daytime, others would rather take a detour than pass in front of that mansion.

This year was smooth and rainy, people were happy, yes, that year was a rare harvest year. In the field, there are yellow ears of wheat as far as the eye can see, and a gust of wind blows through as if entering a golden ocean, full of wheat waves. Food is everything these days.

The happiest of all was the landlord Yan Shisong, who would go to the fields every day to see his beloved wheat, and surprisingly this year he was much more tolerant of Changgong, even though he was a famous iron rooster and was very harsh on his son. However, occasionally, I will also be given a white noodle steamed bun. Her wife was surprised.

On this day, the weather was sunny and the day was already turning west, Yan Shisong sat on the field stalk and smoked dry tobacco, raised his eyes to look at his crops full of joy, and thought: "This year's wheat must be very fragrant." The satisfaction in his eyes was as if he had eaten the yellow wheat.

Just as he was basking in his happiness, a ragged old man came behind him at some point.

"This year's harvest must be good." Lao Dao looked at the wheat wave in front of him and sighed.

Yan Shisong is usually the most disdainful of dealing with monks, as soon as he is stingy, these monks often come to eat and drink, and he is reluctant. Second, he felt that these people were idle all day long under the guise of being monks.

But today he was in a good mood and actually talked to this old way.

"yes, that's a pleasure!" Yan Shisong couldn't hide his joy.

Lao Daodao sighed and said, "It's a pity!

"What's the pity?" Yan Shisong asked reflexively, but after asking, he regretted it, how shrewd he was, he knew the tricks of these people, scaring people and cheating money, so his face showed remorse.

"It's a pity, it's a pity that you can't eat such good wheat!" After saying this, the old way walked away.

Yan Shisong's mouth moved to say something, but finally swallowed it back into his stomach.

People are afraid of the unknown, especially about themselves, and Yan Shisong is no exception, but his sophistication and sophistication make him not believe what the old Tao says.

Indeed, he wouldn't believe what the old Taoist said to anyone at the time, although Yan Shisong was over sixty years old, he was strong, energetic, and had no bad habits.

Now that the wheat is about to be harvested, it will only take a month to eat new wheat, and it will not be a problem for Yan Shisong to live for another ten or eight years in his state at that time.

Yan Shisong is still immersed in the joy of the harvest!

The gloomy sky makes people feel oppressive, and the sound of cold wind "whooshing" comes from time to time, which makes people shudder.

Yan Shisong walked on a strange path with no end, he was scared in his heart, and he couldn't see the side of the road, which made his heart cold......

Such a scene reminded him of the legendary Huangquan Road, and when he thought of this, he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Oops!" A cry,

Yan Shisong sat up from the bed violently, looked at his sleeping wife beside him, and then returned to reality, it turned out to be a dream and a false alarm.

Wiping the sweat oozing from his forehead, Yan Shisong somehow felt that the moonlight shining in through the window was a little weird.

Yan Shisong, who was lying down, was sleepless, yes, a dream was not enough to make him nervous, and a word was not enough to make him uneasy, but this sentence was surprisingly consistent with this dream? Anyone can think about it.

"Hey, maybe it's because of that old word, I have this dream!" Yan Shisong comforted himself, yes, psychological suggestion plays a vital role in a person's emotions, it can make people restless, but also make people indifferent.

After all, it was the busy season of farming, and the joy of harvest made Yan Shisong quickly forget about it and be busy harvesting.

"Dad, this year's harvest is good, can you build me a house in the autumn? My two wives ...... "It was Yan Shisong's son Yan Shouye who spoke."

Yan Shisong wanted his son to keep this family, so he gave him this name, but this son did not keep the family business as he expected, but had the potential to lose the family.

Hearing his son's words, the smile on Yan Shisong's face froze and slowly stretched out.

Yan Shouye immediately shut up when he saw his father's expression, he knew that his father was unhappy, he was afraid of his father, maybe it was because he was afraid that he didn't lose his family.

"Shouye, I know you want a house for your little wife to live in, but our family's money is not blown by the wind, you must know that Shoujiaye, don't you understand the meaning of the name given to you?" Yan Shisong said majestically.

Yan Shouye only promised: "I know! ”

The sun is about to set, and Yan Shisong's wheat is left with the last cart of wheat in storage, Yan Shisong looked at the last cart of wheat in his house and pulled it to his own compound and breathed a sigh of relief, it was finally over!

As he was about to leave, he saw a face in front of the sun, which was about to be submerged by the horizon.

Yes, this face is the same old man who said not long ago that he couldn't eat this year's wheat.

Yan Shisong couldn't help but shudder.

"Old woman, I want to eat noodles made of heart wheat this year." When Yan Shisong got home, he couldn't wait to tell his wife.

"What's wrong with you? I just finished harvesting it today, and I have a chance to eat it. The old woman looked at her old man and said with some incomprehension.

"No, I'm going to eat tonight." Yan Shisong's words are categorical.

"Changgui, put down the work in your hands, go and grind these wheats first, and the master will eat new wheat." Yan Shisong's wife instructed her family's long-term worker.

"Madam, don't you still have the flour you used to grind at home?" Changgui turned around and asked.

"Go ahead, sir, I want to eat." Yan Shisong's wife did not change her attention.

Changgui reluctantly walked towards the mill.

"Eat new wheat at night, beware of choking to death." Changgui complained.

Yan Shisong sat on the rocking chair in the courtyard, he was very uneasy, the old words appeared in his ears from time to time, and the picture in the dream came to mind, and he felt very cold.

"Is the noodles ready?" Yan Shisong urged, this is a rare lack of calmness in Yan Shisong over the years.

"How can it be so fast, the new wheat will be milled by the mill, wait a minute!" Yan Shisong's wife is very uncomfortable with the old man's abnormality today.

Yan Shisong felt uncomfortable lying down, so he simply stood up and paced in the yard, he couldn't calm down.

The sound of "huh" was like a child crying in a low voice, which made Yan Shisong even more uneasy.

"Hurry up, I want noodles." Yan Shisong was a little impatient to wait.

"Just wait a minute! What's wrong with you today? Yan Shisong's wife replied from a distance in the kitchen, because she was busy cooking noodles.

Yan Shisong walked to the door and looked at the silence on the street, which made him feel a little weird.

"Alright, noodles are ready!" Yan Shisong's wife held a bowl of hot noodles and asked Yan Shisong to eat.

The stone in Yan Shisong's heart fell to the ground, it seems that the old way is bluffing, the dream is just a dream, and he can still eat the new wheat.

When Yan Shisong picked up the chopsticks to eat, his stomach suddenly hurt, and the pain made him unable to hold the chopsticks.

trotted to the thatched house, and as soon as he squatted down, he heard a strange voice in his ears: "Yan Shisong, your longevity is over, come with us!" ”

Yan Shisong's wife waited left in the courtyard, and when she didn't see Yan Shisong come back, her face was already cold.

Yan Shisong's wife went to the thatched house to take a look, Yan Shisong squatted there softly, and stepped forward to see that there was no breathing, how could a woman stand this.

"Wow!" fell to the ground crying.

Changgui rushed over when he heard the sound, and he was also dumbfounded when he saw this scene, thinking to himself, "Good boy, this old thing is really dead!" ”

"Young master, young master, the old man is out of breath! The old man is out of breath! Changgui immediately reacted and went to find Yan Shouye.

Yan Shouye was drinking in his room, yes, he was wronged, and his father was in charge of everything, which made him feel depressed. He felt that the two wives were at odds all day long, and now the little wife ignored him.

Changgui's voice pulled Yan Shouye back to reality from his depression, he didn't seem to hear Changgui's shouting clearly, and listened carefully again, convinced that he had heard correctly.

Yan Shouye rushed out of the room, just happened to meet Changgui.

Before Yan Shouye could speak, Changgui breathed down and said, "Young master, go to the thatched house and have a look, master, the master is dead." ”

Yan Shouye's mother was already in a coma when he came to the thatched house, although he was an adult, but his father had been controlling him and had not encountered anything, and he didn't know what to do at this time.

"Changgui, what should I do?" Yan Shouye is at a loss.

"Young master, let's help the old lady back first!" Changgui said.

At this time, the employer who heard the movement, as well as the two wives of Yan Shouye, also arrived at the scene.

The scene of everyone's handling of the ......

"Young master, the old lady has woken up, and now she has to start the funeral of the master." Changgui reminded Yan Shouye and said.

"But, Changgui, I have no experience, I don't know what to do!" Yan Shouye seems to be a bit of a coward.

"According to our rules here, it takes three days for the mortuary to be buried in the ground." Changgui said.

"Okay. It's up to you to do that! "Yan Shouye handed over the command.

This is exactly what Changgui wants, he can get a lot of benefits from here, no profit can not be early, people are selfish.

Things are often so strange, the roof of the mourning hall collapsed inexplicably on the second day of the mortuary, and there was no way to put the coffin at the gate.

Yan Shouye looked at his father's coffin and said to himself: "Let you slam the door and not repair the house, look, you won't be able to live in peace if you die!" ”

The night has shrouded the earth, there is a coffin at the gate of the Yan family, who dares to approach, originally the Yan landlord died inexplicably, many people feel strange, and now they feel even more terrifying. So now no one on the street wants to come out.

After dinner, Yan Shouye vaguely saw a figure in front of his father's coffin in the yard, could it be?

A gust of wind blew, and Yan Shouye broke out in a cold sweat.

Curiosity kills cats, and people are far more curious about the unknown than they are afraid of them.

Yan Shouye settled down, and walked towards the door with courage, and when he got closer, he was indeed a person, a Taoist, and Yan Shouye's tense nerves relaxed.

That Taoist was none other than the Taoist whom Yan Shisong met not long ago.