The sky is panicking, the earth is panicking, and there is a night crying man in my family.

The passing fairy did a favor, drove away the evil to this room, and the gentleman read it three times in the past, and slept until dawn......

The first story: the corpse farm

Around 97, it was a boom in going to the sea to do business, and I also had the heart to poke my junior brother out of the mountain gate to do some business outside. Zhang Tianshi preached to me but did not teach me, and Hou San did not preach to him, and he also saw that the two of us were not the material for being a heavenly master. The young fashion didn't realize that there was anything wrong with this, but when he got older, he didn't want to be trapped in the Taoist gate anymore, so he asked Hou San to borrow some savings and find a shop at the bottom of the mountain to do some small business, so that he could have a way out when he left the Taoist temple in the future.

Huaqingguan earlier there was a porcelain factory, called Erli kiln, some years, specializing in the production of some bottles and jars of pickles and the like, but unfortunately the boss was obsessed with gambling, and the big business lost a bottom, the porcelain kiln factory was closed, and the years changed into a small market. Huaqingguan has a high reputation, there is an endless stream of pilgrims, and a Heavenly Master's Mansion feeds many small villages around. The biggest feature of this Erli kiln is miscellaneous, ancient and modern Chinese and foreign large and small, from the incense burner ingots gold and silver jade to the bone fortune telling antique calligraphy and painting, as long as you can say it, this Erli kiln can be loaded.

Although I have a store, I am far inferior to Hou San in terms of business, he has traveled from south to north since he was a child, and he has craftsmanship and has long knowledge and eye-opening. As for me, there was an empty shop but I didn't know what to do, so I followed the instructions of my junior brother and went to the countryside to collect some old bottles and bowls and porcelain jars, old money, snuff bottles, Chairman Mao pottery statues, etc., and took them back to the store and then went out.

Besides, I have a poor vision, and I have just entered the industry, I often take worthless things as treasures, and sell valuable treasures as rags.

That summer, I set up some tables, chairs and benches at the door, to supply tea to the merchants, not a penny to take the tea tube full, this is also Hou San came up with the idea, regardless of the size of the store, take care of the passers-by naturally do not worry about no business to come to the door.

So my antique shop opened a half-room teahouse, every day there are seven or eight old men and old ladies do gags and chess in my place, I will make some pastries for them to serve, the villagers are also kind, when they leave, they will always scatter some money, just do it until the end of the month, but find that the money I lost by buying and selling antiques actually relied on tea and snacks to earn back, which is an unexpected joy.

The old men and old ladies got together to chat about idle days, most of them were short sesame things in the family, talking and talking, not only who got up, but also talked about some strange things in the mountain villages, such as which little daughter-in-law jumped...... In which room has a man hanged under the beams...... Or whose ancestral grave is buried in the wrong place, causing the child to die......

A group of people were chatting energetically, and the little old man next to him, who had been listening to us, suddenly spoke: "What you said is all false, beautiful women paint skins, demon foxes worship the moon, rootless, and there is no comparison with the strange things I encountered." ”

When I turned around, the old man was black and thin, with black and thick knuckles on his hands, and he looked like he was also a coolie, and he had a new face, so I guessed he was a passerby, so I invited him into a seat and refilled the bowl of tea.

"Brother, what strange things have happened to you again, tell me about it."

The old man sat at the table and was silent again, looking a little restrained.

"You mean, it was very neat just now, and it wilted again when I sat down?"

Several old people were already dissatisfied that someone had disturbed their interest, so they had to tell the old man to talk to them, and after a few sips of tea, the old man finally opened the conversation.

The old man's surname is Hu, and he lives in Tangjiazhuang, which is about a two-day drive from Huaqingguan, and the story takes place on the eve of the beginning of spring in 85 years, when in his village, a large red stone coffin carved from stone was dug up......