I Have a Grocery Store

I don't know when it started, but the house fell into the vicissitudes of life. No one knows who he is. He can't light the incense, can't make the tea well, and can't finish playing chess. A small grocery store, with one person and one lamp, attracts ghosts from all directions and welcomes gods from all directions. Surpass, no! Please God, no need! Everything seems to be like this as it should be