That night, the snow was falling heavily, and it was another bitter cold.

In the area of the dry bridge in Weishui County, the poor people live.

On Youfang Street, in front of a broken portal with white sails, it was covered in plain white and looked desolate.

In the past two days, many people stopped in front of this gate.

First, because this portal has been empty for more than 20 years, and now it is inhabited again, which naturally attracts the neighbors to watch.

The second is to see how the famous shoemaker of this dry bridge is down-and-out - a few years ago, the old shoemaker had a good business, so he naturally saved some money and moved to the overpass area where only rich and wealthy families can afford to live. It's a pity, my son was not angry, and he lost his family wealth when he entered the Tongbao gambling house, and even the small house around Tianqiao was sold, and he had to move back to the ancestral house in the area of the dry bridge.

Third, naturally, the old shoemaker was so angry that he whimpered, and this mansion was surrounded by mourning and music for several days, which also attracted some people who watched the excitement.

At the time of the second watch, the snow was flying, and on the streets and alleys, the watchman and the dung picker met and chatted, telling the changes of the shoemaker's family in the past few days.

But after they walked by, what they didn't know was that outside this dilapidated mansion, in an alley.

A figure has already listened to all these small words.

In the heavy snow, the figure stood in the shadow of the alley, silent, as if it were a dead thing. After the watchman and the dung picker were far away, he walked back quietly.

It looked like a rickety old man in the dozens, stepping on the soft snow, but it didn't leave a trace.

It's weird.

The figure came to the broken door of the shoemaker's family, and with a slight kick against the wall, it rose with the cold wind and fell into the courtyard silently, as if it had no weight.

In the portal, in the room.

The young man with a one-sided face settled the old woman who had just fallen asleep, turned around and gently closed the door, and turned into another hut.

Inside, the traces of the mourning hall have not been completely removed, the money paper is scattered, incense ash is piled up, and a few flickering oil lamps flicker, bringing a trace of warmth.

On the wall, there is a thin portrait of the old shoemaker.

At the base of the wall, an old wooden bed is placed.

The square-faced young man came to the bed, took out a cloth bag from under the pillow, and felt the cold and hard touch of the broken silver inside.

In silence, he seemed to be very tired from sending the old shoemaker up the mountain during the day, and lay down, hugged the cloth bag tightly, wrapped the futon, and slept.

Half-asleep and half-awake, I don't know if it was because of the cold weather or because of the bitterness in my heart, the square-faced young man sneezed suddenly!

Ahh

He sniffled, rolled over, and was about to go back to sleep.

But suddenly I heard a crisp bang!

It's like the sound of something heavy hitting the ground!

The square-faced young man was startled, woke up, and lit the fuel lamp.

But I saw that it was the portrait of the old man on the top of my head, and I don't know if it fell to the ground because of the wind and snow.

The square-faced young man crawled out of the bed, picked up the portrait, sighed, and chattered,

"Dad, I'm sorry for you."

"But don't worry, my son has already borrowed a lot, and it will be enough to borrow some from Zhou Yuanwai's son tomorrow."

"He has a good relationship with his son, and he will definitely not be stingy."

"When you borrow money, you will go to the Tongbao gambling house again and win back what you lose!"

"When the time comes, take your mother back to the overpass, and then move your grave to the Mingyue Mausoleum, you can rest assured!"

As he spoke, a cold wind swept in from the window, blowing out the oil lamp!

The square-faced young man couldn't help but shudder, stretched out his hand, smeared the black, and hung up the portrait of the old shoemaker.

I'm getting ready to go to sleep in the nest.

But suddenly I heard someone talking in my ear!

"It's upside down!"

The square-faced young man was stunned for a moment, groping for the remains in the dark, and sure enough, it didn't feel right, it was indeed upside down.

That's disrespectful!

After he straightened it back, he subconsciously blurted out, "Thank you!" ”

But as soon as the words fell, an indescribable sense of coldness seeped out from the tip of his heart, and in the blink of an eye, it covered all the limbs and hundreds of corpses, and all the internal organs!

Scared and stiff! Two wars!

In the middle of the night, there were only him and his wife in the broken portal.

And in order to prevent his wife from finding out that he had borrowed money from someone to go to Tongbao Gambling House again, he also bolted the door bolt of this room.

In other words, at this point, he should be the only one in this room!

In that case, who is speaking out?!

Thinking of this, the square-faced young man only felt covered in blood, and he froze.

Endless Cold!

What's more, the sound of "hanging upside down", how to hear it, how to hear it?

Why is he so much like his dead daddy?

"You're still going to gamble?"

Another cold question echoed in the ears of the square-faced young man, making his whole person shudder again!

Like frosted wood, he turned his head stiffly, and by the faint glow of the snow outside the window, the square-faced young man saw only a rickety figure standing behind him.

The face is pale, bloodless, the pupils are pitch black, breathtaking, the old face full of folds, eerie and terrifying!

Couldn't it be the old shoemaker who was buried in the daytime today?

"Daddy...... Father? The square-faced young man was directly stupid, trembling and screaming!

"Rebel! Do you still dare to gamble? The ghost spoke again, angry and cold, as if it were coming from the Netherlands!

"Daddy! Father! I don't dare! I don't dare anymore! "The square face was so frightened that his scalp was numb, and between his legs, the heat was surging, and he was out of confinement!

He already felt guilty about the old shoemaker's death, and now that his body was buried, how could he not be shocked when he encountered such a treacherous thing!

But the ghost, who didn't listen to him, suddenly rushed to him less than an inch as if teleporting!

That blue and white grimace and long scarlet tongue are about to touch the tip of the nose of the square-faced youth!

"Rebel, if you dare to gamble again, your father will take you with you, so as not to make your mother angry!"

The incomparably cold voice echoed in his ears, making the square-faced young man lose any ability to think for a moment.

I can only close my eyes and nod my head!

"Daddy! The child doesn't dare! ”

"Don't dare!"

"The boy will pay back all the borrowed money tomorrow!"

"Daddy! Wrong! ”

“……”

The square-faced young man is just an ordinary man, where has he ever encountered such a yin god and ghost thing, he can't help but be frightened into a hysteria, resounding through the wandering streets!

He didn't know how long he shouted, and he didn't dare to open his eyes until the cold feeling completely subsided!

But there was nothing in front of him.

The whole person is paralyzed to the ground!

Only outside the door, his wife banged on the door worriedly!

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The next day, the heavy snow stopped, and the golden rooster broke the dawn.

The sky was still bright, and on Youfang Street, people gathered in front of the old shoemaker's broken door, pointing and pointing.

It turned out that last night, when the square-faced young man was frightened, his voice was too loud, waking up the neighbors.

Early in the morning, the news of the shoemaker's haunting spread throughout the small half of Youfang Street.

How could these poor people miss such a lively scene, and they came to find out before rushing to the market to work.

But as soon as the door of the shoemaker's house opened, the square-faced young man who was tightly wrapped in it took the borrowed silver that had been used as gambling money, knocked on the door of the creditor from door to door, and returned it all.

Even if you pass by the Tongbao Gambling House halfway, you don't dare to take a second look!

Then, after a few days of rest, the square-faced young man seemed to have changed into a different person, and got the shoe-making and shoe-repairing notes left by his father from his mother, and from then on he ran the business, never mentioning the gambling again.

As for what happened that night, the square-faced youth never mentioned it to anyone.

It's just that everyone guessed some clues from his overnight changes and the hysterical cries of terror.

As for this story, it was passed down by word of mouth, and it was also polished by the storytellers under the overpass, magnifying the supernatural aspects in it, and telling it as a story to the tea customers in the past.

In this paragraph, the name is called, the prodigal son turned back and realized his way back.

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Of course, that's all for later.

Yu Chen, who used the technique of paper man and paper horse to pierce the ghost of the old shoemaker, after scaring the square-faced youth, collected the paper man, braved the heavy snow, and returned to Qingfeng Mausoleum.

- His current spirit is not yet able to control the paper people in the county town on the mausoleum.

So that night, when the ghost's paper man sneaked into his room while the square-faced young man was settling down with his old mother, Yu Chen was on the corner of Youfang Street, manipulating the paper man.

After scaring the square-faced young man, he took the paper figure and brushed off his clothes before watching the lively people gather.

This is the method that Yu Chen thought of.

He and the square-faced young man have no relatives and no reason, so it is naturally impossible for the other party to listen to his persuasion, not to mention that his father and mother must have persuaded him countless times.

If you really want this prodigal son to turn back and know that he is lost, he must be ruthlessly drugged!

And now Yu Chen, who can't be literary, can't be martial, naturally can only rely on paper man thaumaturgy, turn into a shoemaker ghost, and give the square-faced young man an unforgettable lesson - let him think of gambling in the future, and think of the grimace of his old man in his mind.

Although it was freezing at night, it took an hour to recover when I returned to Qingfeng Mausoleum and got into the quilt.

But Yu Chen's heart was quite comfortable.

First, it is naturally because the square-faced young man no longer gambles, which can be regarded as saving a family and accumulating virtue.

Second, it is naturally the benefit promised by the people.

Previously, with the technique of paper men and paper horses, he frightened a scoundrel like Da Zhuang with a knife face, and made the square-faced young prodigal son who was stubborn to the point that his father still had to gamble to turn back.

In the final analysis, all of this is due to the benefits of the human scriptures.

Now, another last wish has been fulfilled, what will the Sutra give him?