In a place called Lijia Village in the northeast, there is a farmer named Liu Shixiong. He has two sons and one daughter, and his family has been living an ordinary life. Because my wife has been sick all year round, and my children all work in other places, he does all the work in the fields.
Late at night in the autumn of that year, he was watering the ground alone. In the middle of the night, he felt exhausted, so he stopped the water pump and prepared to find a place to rest and resume watering the next day. There was a strong wind that night, and there was no shelter from the wind. Not far from the ground, there was a mass grave. He felt that the side of the grave was more sheltered from the wind and a good place to rest. If it were anyone else, he would definitely not dare to rest in the graveyard, but he was more courageous and at that time, he was relatively tired. He chose a large graveyard, lay there, and soon fell asleep.
I don’t know how long it took, but he suddenly heard someone talking. When he opened his eyes, he found an old man with a white beard standing in front of him, wearing a blue shroud, a big hat on his head, and a cane in his hand, staring at him closely. Liu Shixiong was puzzled. He was sleeping well, why was there an extra old man? I dreamed myself. The old man looked at him a few times and said to him: "Let him leave here immediately and don't block the door of his home." Liu Shixiong rubbed his eyes and looked around. He saw that he was lying on a grave. There was no road here at all. He didn't understand how he could block his way. "Old man, I didn't block your way. Where is the road? You want to go home from there. What are you doing here at the grave?" Liu Shixiong sat up straight and defended, "Where you lie is my home. Get up quickly. I want to go home." The old man said coldly.
Liu Shixiong was shocked when he heard this. In his old age, this was the first time he heard someone say that the graveyard was his home. Isn't this ridiculous? "Brother, why are you wearing this kind of clothes? These are for dead people." Liu Shixiong sat up straight and looked at the old man. "I just live in the grave. You should get out of the way. Otherwise, I won't be polite." The old man said coldly, without any emotion at all. Liu Shixiong felt very unhappy when he heard this. He couldn't figure out what the old man was going to do. He didn't give in for a long time, but lay there to rest again. "You scoundrel." After the old man finished speaking, he raised his cane and hit Liu Shixiong on the chest.
Liu Shixiong didn't have time to dodge and was hit in the chest by the old man. At this time, Liu Shixiong suddenly woke up from his dream. Recalling what happened just now, he felt extremely scared. He suddenly felt a severe pain in his chest. Could that be true? Did you really block the old man's way? The old man was wearing a shroud. He must be a ghost. He hit himself because he blocked the door of his house and prevented him from entering. Liu Shixiong quickly looked at the stone tablet next to the tomb with a lamp. There was a portrait of an old man on it, which was exactly the same as the old man in the dream. He screamed and ran back home.
From then on, he suffered from a strange disease and his chest hurt every day. He went to the hospital for a check-up and the doctor said there were no substantial lesions and that he would be fine if he rested more. But it took two years for the pain to get better. Usually, Liu Shixiong would always tell the villagers about his strange experience.
