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  "You five people seem unrelated, but that's not the case. Who knows, maybe many years ago you were all one family... Hehehe..." The man laughed eerily and continued: "Do you believe in fate? This is fate, a cycle of 3,000 years. Back then, I searched very hard for you, Cha Wenbin!"

  Then he said, "Qiuer, you don't have to follow me back. And Cha Wenbin, I'll remind you of something - I thought you were clever, but it turns out you're just a fool too. It seems that Old Master Ma didn't put much heart into teaching you. As for the heavenly mechanism, don't reveal too much. You only need to bring the eight characters of the five of you and I'll understand." With that, he tossed out a small yellow brocade pouch from his hand, "This has the eight characters of the five of you, including Qiuer's. There are some things I haven't figured out myself. The village below is more complicated than I thought, and some of the doors I can open are also here. The rest depends on your own luck. Alright, you can head down the mountain now."

  "Senior," Cha Wenbin wanted to speak but hesitated, actually he had many questions to ask, such as his master, such as Xiao Bai, and those brothers who disappeared and reappeared.

  That person seemed to understand his thoughts and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know anything. You are the people we are looking for. Before our goal is achieved, we will help you out. The little fat guy was found by me in a coffin below, and Qiuer was found on an altar. That day I helped you move the coffin was just a coincidence, don't thank me. And as for the matter of that girl surnamed Yuan, it's beyond your ability to save her. There is only one person in this world who can save her."

  "Senior, please you must..." On this side, Cha Wenbin hadn't finished speaking, on that side it was already said: "I've said it, that person isn't me. Compared to that person, I'm nothing haha. As for whether he's willing to save people, it's estimated that it depends on your own actions next, this is just a small test. If you pass, maybe you'll have the qualifications to play with that person later."

  "Where is that person? Who is he?"

  "Don't foolishly go looking for that person anymore, when the time is right there might be arrangements made, at least for now you don't have the qualifications. I'll give you a small hint, huh, why would I treat Master Ma's disciple so well......" The man actually let out a sigh, indeed a strange person, he said: "How did your master teach you to view life and death? Is it the six paths of reincarnation, the way of heaven? The underworld? Naihe Bridge? The eighteen layers of hell? Meng Po's soup? The two realms of yin and yang?"

  These words made Zhen Wenbin stunned, he was puzzled in his heart, wasn't it? So he also said: "Isn't it?"

  "Have you been to the Underworld? Have you crossed the Naihe Bridge? You're just messing around with useless things, didn't your master teach you about your ancestor Ling Zhengyang's grandeur back in the day? Was he able to establish the Tianzheng Sect by just holding that broken sword and catching ghosts all day? Kid, I don't know if Old Man Ma is intentionally confusing you into becoming a wild Taoist or if he simply doesn't want you to take that path. Have you heard this phrase before? 'Following the natural order makes one ordinary, going against it makes one immortal, but only in between does one become confused'."

  "I've heard that Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang said, the first three sentences are trees without roots, flowers leaning to one side, deviating from the way of yin and yang is incomplete; metal separates wood, mercury separates lead, solitary yin and scarce yang each on one side; in the world, yin-yang males match females, giving birth to sons and grandsons, passing down through generations."

  "Alright, I'll ask you again, what exactly did Old Master Ma teach you?"

  "Master taught me meditation and breathing techniques from a young age, incantations and scriptures, drawing talismans and reciting mantras, understanding astronomy and geography, explaining destiny, and talking about the mysteries of Qimen..."

  "Alright, alright, you can shut up now." The person interrupted Cha Wenbin with extreme impatience and asked in a tone that was almost mocking: "Is there any difference between you and those fortune tellers under the bridge? Old Master Ma seems to be planning to teach you a skill to make a living, tsk, tsk, and yet you still want to inherit the position of leader. Your ancestors would be so angry they'd crawl out of their graves, saying that you two have ruined the Tian Zheng Sect. I'll only ask you one question: dew on the grass, when the sun comes out it will evaporate, but the next morning there's still dew, is it still yesterday's dew?"

  "No." Zhang Wenbin replied firmly.

  "Old Ma has wronged people quite deeply, so he's only lived that kind of life. I really don't understand why he wants to ruin you, a good piece of material. The dew on the grass evaporates and becomes air, then condenses into water again the next day, perhaps with some leftover mist from the previous day mixed in. Alright, young one, if you really want to learn the Tao, it's still early days for you. Those things from before were just superficial. Catching ghosts, collecting souls... have you ever seen anyone achieve great things that way? It's no wonder your esteemed families and sects have all declined to this state. I'll tell you again, you five are all reincarnations of yin spirits. First go figure out what 'reincarnation' and 'life and death' mean, then think about rescuing your friend. If you still don't understand, go back and stare at a Taiji diagram until you get it. Maybe by the time you do, your friend might be saved." With that, the person waved his hand repeatedly and said, "You really are a naive child, off with you!"

  On the way down the mountain, several people fell silent one after another. The fat man asked Zha Wenbin, "Do you understand? What did that person mean?"

  Cha Wenbin shook his head and then nodded: "I understand, but it seems like I don't. What he said to me is different from what he said to my master."

  Fat boy looked back at that mountain and recalled: "Still remember that time on this mountain top, almost got scared to death by Little Yi..."

  "It would be great if you could stay out of trouble, Xiao Yi. Indeed, he is the most fortunate and unfortunate person at the same time. I really hope he can stay away from these meaningless disputes." Cha Wenbin's words gradually increased, and in the past two years, he rarely spoke, except for occasionally visiting Old Xia. He also said: "I might get married."

  "With whom? Which girl is so blind?" Fatso was very curious, in these two years, so many things had happened, and with a turn of the head, Cha Wenbin, this wooden stick, actually said he wanted to take a wife.

  "Guang Fei, I forgot, you were already lost back then, so I never saw her." He turned around and said to Ye Qiu: "That girl, does Cheng Ziyin still remember?"

  Ye Qiu paused slightly when he heard this name, and after a moment, he nodded, which was his way of responding.

  "Chen Wenbin suggested: 'I saw her a few days ago, she's fine now, go visit her when you have time.'"

  "It's still no use." These were his first words in days, simple and brief, with a hint of resignation in his tone. He took the lead and walked ahead.

  The night road, especially in this mountain, was not easy to walk, but Cha Wenbin felt that his feet were as clear as a mirror. Looking at the people beside him, it was like being in a dream, they came and went, gone and then appeared again, as if they had all emerged from thin air and disappeared into thin air. Looking at Pangzi, looking at Ye Qiu, Cha Wenbin suddenly remembered that scene on the mountain top: in that chaotic time and space, two little Yis appeared...

  Then he turned back to look at those diamond-shaped triangular tombs, and suddenly had an idea in his mind: Could it be that Fatso and Ye Qiu were not people from the same time and space as himself, or had they just walked into another time and space?

  Cha Wenbin's mind was suddenly flooded with all sorts of scenes, he had obtained too much information tonight.

  "I'm going back to close myself off..."

  The newly built house is quite large, with several big rooms, one person occupying each room. Both Fatty and Ye Qiu are "outsiders", and neither of them has any memories of the past two years. Fortunately, Fatty is a broad-minded person, and being broad-minded makes him fat, doesn't it? He can pretend that nothing ever happened; while Ye Qiu is simply a taciturn person, he sits by the well in Cha Wenbin's courtyard every day, nobody knows what he's thinking about, sometimes Fatty sees him seemingly talking to the knife in his hand.

  Fatso, he also had something more, a sword. When Zhang Wenbin pointed it out to him, the three words "Shi Gan Dang" were crookedly engraved on the sword, Fatso raised his hand and swore to heaven: "I dare to guarantee Chairman Mao that I have never been to Gansu, let alone know what Yangguan is. If such a good sword had my name on it, would it still be worth money? This can't be my style!"

  "What about this handwriting?" asked Cha Wenbin.

  Chubby recognized: "The handwriting is indeed like mine, similar to chicken claws, but this really isn't mine, how would I have this thing?! However, if you give it to me, I think the size and length are just right. These days aren't about banning guns, are they? You see, you have the Seven Stars Sword, that old two has a knife too, this short sword is good for self-defense... from now on we'll be known as the Three Swords of Wind and Dust..."

  In the following days, Zha Wenbin locked himself in his room. What was he doing? He was savoring that person's words, and indeed as he said, Zha Wenbin had also doubted himself at one point. Was being a Taoist just about doing those things? According to what he had learned before, after a person's three souls and seven spirits were scattered, they would go their separate ways. How could life reappear again?

  Reincarnation? To be honest, Zhang Wenbin was not confident in his heart. Although he had done many Buddhist rituals and sent the deceased souls to the legendary "Yangguang Dao" (Sunlight Way), and would use a bench to build what is called the "Naihe Bridge". He had seen yin messengers, at least he thought so, and he had also seen ghosts, those reincarnation spells, soul-calming spells, and those transcendence spells were still effective many times. But he alone had never seen Meng Po's soup...

  "It seems like we can't communicate here." Zha Wenbin himself was also trapped in a circle, and this circle seemed to be a dead end for him: that is, if people die and have to cross the Naihe Bridge and drink Meng Po's soup, then all memories of their past lives would be gone. If there were no memories of past lives, how could later generations vividly depict the various processes in the underworld? According to this reasoning, it was fundamentally impossible, because you don't have any memories of having been to the underworld, they had already been erased by Meng Po's soup...

  Of course, he understood that those things were mythologized, told and storied by later generations. According to the hierarchical setting of the feudal empire, the underworld also had judges, Yin messengers, prisons, and kings, but he also deeply believed that any legend must have a basis, so what is the truth?

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