In the days after recovering from two days of not eating or drinking, my father often sat in front of the abacus in the morning, afternoon, or even evening, and no matter how his wife persuaded him, he was like a stone man who did not speak, cry, or laugh.

Sometimes when it's time to eat, grandpa knocks on the dishes and chopsticks and shouts to grandpa to eat, he can't hear it, he must poke his armpit with chopsticks, and he suddenly wakes up. Because Grandpa knew that he was afraid of acid, he would laugh when he scratched his armpits or soles of his feet. After Grandpa was stabbed by Grandpa's chopsticks and laughed for a while, he calmed down and looked at Grandpa blankly, with two lines of tears flowing from his eyes.

Naturally, Grandpa didn't understand what Grandpa was thinking, and expressed wonder at his tears.

Not only is it like eating, but my grandfather will squat in the toilet for a long time without moving. When his grandmother saw that he had been working on the latrine for several hours and had not come out, she called his grandfather who was playing and said, "Go to the latrine and see your father, it's been almost an hour." How can it be so long! ”

Grandpa knocked the wooden fence door of the latrine. Grandpa came to his senses from his contemplation and reached out to the gap in the earthen wall to pull out the paper balls. At this time, he was stunned again, a brilliant idea flashed through his head, he did not let go of this flash of inspiration, and so, a series of ideas popped up.

"Good! That's it! Grandpa was overjoyed and couldn't help but shout.

The grandfather standing outside the toilet was startled by the sudden thunderous shout, and he didn't know that his grandfather could be so excited when he went to the toilet.

Grandpa's eyes lit up and he quickly wanted to stand up, only then did he feel that his legs were numb due to the long squatting.

When he got out of the latrine, he quickly ran towards the tent, as if he was in a hurry to run to another latrine. Grandma and Grandpa were frightened by his series of actions, thinking that he had been hungry for two days and had broken his nerves.

Grandpa ran into the account room, crackled the abacus again, and wrote on the paper with a brush. In his father's manuscript, he told us that he was excited because he had finally come up with a great idea of how to do it when he was pumping toilet paper. If he had told his grandfather directly: I have calculated that in many years there will be a day when you will encounter a kind of Yaksha, you must not fight her, she will kill you. What can you do to avoid this doom and ensure your own safety? Then, the anti-phagogy effect will be unimaginably serious, and the anti-phagogy effect will not only threaten the grandfather himself, but also affect the grandfather, and its evil will even exceed the Yaksha ghost many years later.

This is also one of the reasons why people who count eight characters can't tell everyone everything, and some things can only be hidden and stopped. If you put it bluntly, it will not be good for the person who speaks and the person who listens.

Thrush Village once produced an extremely famous fortune teller, who was only about thirty years old when he got the true biography of the strange man, and he was extremely arrogant. Whenever someone wants to count the eight characters, he can say it clearly, when he will fall and break his head, and where he will lose money one day, he can tell the people who come to count the eight characters 1510. Therefore, the person who knows the future will not go out on that day to prevent falling and injury; Or hang the money bag around your neck on that day to prevent it from being lost. For a while, people who learned the news flocked to him, waiting in line in front of his house to count their blessings and misfortunes. Because of this, he also raised the price of the eight characters and made a bulging pocket.

This fortune teller has a beautiful wife, greedy for pleasure, and has an eye for money. When she saw that her husband had earned a great deal of money, she was glad to keep her mouth shut.

At that time, there was already a monk in Xiangyan Mountain, and the monk came to his house once, and said a basket of good things, telling him to stop in moderation. But the ridicule of the people, the praise of his wife, and the white silver made him unable to control himself, and he was dizzy. He didn't accept the monk's affection, but scolded the monk.

And then evil came. A court criminal who had killed countless people passed by here and gave the fortune teller a few taels of gold that he had robbed, telling him to make clear the way to escape in the future. When the fortune teller saw the golden gold, he told him clearly where this prisoner would meet in the future, and where he would escape from it.

Originally, the Qin criminal, who could not repay the blood debt by cutting off a hundred heads, escaped the secret search and arrest of the imperial court and got away with it. Not only that, but the Chin murderer killed many more innocent people on the way to escape.

For a period of time, this fortune teller still liked to count the eight characters of everyone who came, until the day of July 17.

On the night of July 17, he and his wife were strolling beside a pond overgrown with lotus flowers. At this time, many families have completed the matter of burning paper for the dead, and the ghost gate is about to close.

He and his wife were walking, and suddenly a group of people came in front of them, each holding a round lotus leaf in their hands, crying, tears dripping into the lotus leaf, gathering into a ball. Everyone who passed by them was like this, and there were many transparent tears in the lotus leaves.

He and his wife watched in bewilderment as they passed by, and they didn't seem to see the couple on the edge of the pond, and they wept intently without squinting, shedding tears, and procrastinating their steps.

These people walked for nearly ten minutes before they were gone, and there were more than 100 people in total. After he and his wife watched these people leave, they suddenly felt cold on their bodies and goosebumps. His wife said coldly, and he hurried home with her, and when he got home, he felt that his head was as heavy as lead, and he fell asleep early.

On the eighteenth day of July, the next morning, just after dawn, the fortune teller's wife woke up from her sleep, turned over, and found that her back was empty. My husband had never gotten up so early, she wondered.

She lay on the bed and called out her husband's name, but no one responded. There was a crow in the locust tree outside the window, but it chirped, and then flapped its wings and flew away, just like a black soul flying away.

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