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  When Cha Wenbin and his team arrived, the entire scene had already entered a different picture.

  In the courtyard, there are many small gates made of bamboo, half a person high, surrounding a circle that forms a perfect circle. Each bamboo gate has a talisman on it, with characters of different colors drawn on it. In the center is a large stalk of Mao bamboo, two stories high, pulled up from the roots and placed here, with shelves all around for support. At the top of the bamboo is a bamboo cage, inside which is a big rooster looking anxiously at the people below. Under the cage are randomly placed rice sieves, mirrors, scissors, copper coins and so on, all tied with red strings.

  At the very bottom of the bamboo was a cow yoke, the kind of farm tool that used to be hung on the cow's body when plowing fields. This thing was densely tied with many threads, which radiated outward from it through those bamboo doors, each door having a copper coin hanging upside down. The door at the back of the bamboo was slightly larger, and behind it was placed a wooden basin filled with water, in which was placed a pair of stone mills. A grass rope passed through the hole in the stone mill, connecting the two ends together. All the descendants of the Kong family were standing behind this door, each with an unpleasant expression.

  Cha Wenbin saw that the man wearing a black scarf was constantly reciting incantations, and upon closer listening, it wasn't a common dialect of this generation. The tone was sometimes high and sometimes low, and it didn't use the local language system at all, but he could still understand it.

  Fatso was munching on melon seeds, seemingly here to watch the commotion. He said to Cha Wenbin, "This big shot's dance moves are quite impressive, I think he's much better than you. Just look at his demeanor and this scene, he's got these country bumpkins completely fooled."

  "Don't talk nonsense, this person still has some skills, I always feel that he seems to have a bit of the Lu Shan style, and this should be the 'Bao Shang' song." Cha Wenbin had followed Ma Suifeng on his travels throughout the south when he was younger, and he had seen similar rituals in Lishui, although they were much smaller in scale. Although the Taoist sects have different branches, the pronunciation of their incantations is from the same vein. If you can understand what a Taoist is chanting about, then it's probably a fake, as real Taoists' incantations can only be understood by their own kind, just like an alien language system that doesn't belong to the folk language at all. Therefore, Cha Wenbin judged that this person still had some substance to him.

  Fatso's probing eyes quickly picked out Comrade Qiushi from the crowd, "Little Xiaoye, you're quite tall, how come you're pretending not to know us?"

  Cha Wenbin gave him a white eye, hinting that he should not talk nonsense. Old Xia knew that these few people had a deep relationship with himself, but he really couldn't remember, and could only awkwardly smile and greet Cha Wenbin: "You guys are also here, I'm being kept to help out, it's not like the village has any other way."

  "Come and take a look, it's lively." As he said this, he grabbed Comrade Lao Xia's wrist, which startled Lao Xia. "Hey, don't move, I think your complexion doesn't look too good, let me take your pulse."

  With a pretentious air and half-closing his eyes, Cha Wenbin put down his hand and asked: "Have you been to some unclean place recently?"

  "No, I've been at home all along." "Think carefully, didn't your village have a funeral recently?"

  "Yes, there was one, a bricklayer, who fell off and died while building the tomb for this family... right in front of me..."

  Zha Wenbin secretly thought to himself, "It's bad!" Comrade Qiushi had done something that would cause his three souls and seven spirits to be in an unstable state for at least three years. And then he said, "And he even spat a mouthful of blood all over me," which completely startled Zha Wenbin into a cold sweat.

  He can take the pulse, but it's not comparable to what an old Chinese doctor would do. Just now, I took a simple look at Comrade Qiushi's pulse and found that his pulse is somewhat disordered. Looking at him as a whole, his face is pale yellow and lacks vitality, and there is also a dark color lurking between his eyebrows, all of which are typical symptoms of yin-yang imbalance caused by being frightened after coming into contact with something unclean.

  "What time are you going to wrap things up here? Otherwise, I'll head back now and write a prescription for you."

  Cha Wenbin was kind, but now he's not suitable for this occasion. Qiushi didn't want to stay either, thinking that with so many people, he might as well slip away first. He went over to say goodbye to Xia Laoliu and prepared to leave.

  Before he had even stepped out of the courtyard gate, someone behind him shouted: "Hey, you! Wait a minute!"

  The eyes of the crowd suddenly focused on the few people behind them, and the feeling of being surrounded was not good. The guy wearing a black hood walked out of the crowd and said, "You can't go, little brother."

  Before Lao Xia could speak up, Cha Wenbin took a step forward and said: "My friend isn't feeling well, let's take our leave first. With such a grand gathering here, it won't make much difference if we're one person short."

  "He has a sign of vengeful spirits haunting him, it's safer for him to stay here, within the next hundred thousand miles." He then bowed to Cha Wenbin and asked: "Brother Dao, what should I call you?"

  Cha Wenbin looked at him staring at his own feet, and suddenly understood. When he went out today, he chose a pair of ten-square shoes, which ordinary people would not wear. The round mouth was thin, with white cloth strips on the green shoe upper, a total of ten strips. It seems that this person is indeed a bit of an eye-power boundary. This generation rarely has a Taoist who understands the line. He thought to himself that this family looks quite dignified and should be a high-ranking person from some famous mountain or river. He didn't dare to show off in front of his seniors, so he just bowed and said: "I don't dare to show off in front of my seniors, I'm just Cha Wenbin, a humble citizen, not worth mentioning."

  The two men's polite conversation was completely out of place with the rural tone, causing everyone to burst into laughter, and yet they were still trying to establish some sort of etiquette here. Cha Wenbin also felt embarrassed, so he asked again: "You said my friend is haunted by an evil spirit, do you have a way to exorcise it?"

  "There is, but you have to wait until dawn. The one entwining this young man isn't an evil spirit, just a resentful soul who can't be resolved or settled. Let me first dispel the animosity between these two families before handling it, okay?" He paused and then said: "Fellow Taoist, you can also attend the ceremony together."

  Zha Wenbin thought to himself, "This Taoist priest is quite interesting. I'll come and see what kind of tricks he's playing." He followed the fat man Ye Qiuzheng and each of them found a table to sit at, while Bai Qianli returned to his original position.

  Someone sent a cleaver, and after weighing it in his hand for a moment, he gently wiped Kong Lao's finger with it. Kong Lao had already been beaten to the point of being dizzy and numb, so this time he was completely numb and didn't react no matter what they did. The remaining four brothers and sisters each got a knife as well. Cha Wenbin found it quite refreshing - this Taoist priest's methods were unorthodox, using whatever materials were available on hand, and the tools he used all belonged to this household.

  Suddenly a loud shout was heard from afar: "With every step, the Seven Stars rise underfoot; in heaven, the three wonders of sun, moon and stars shine bright, startling ghosts and spirits, piercing through heaven and earth."

  "Evil spirits meet me and I bow my head! Malevolent demons meet me and I run non-stop. The six Ding and six Jia follow me as I turn, the heavenly soldiers and generals follow me on my way. The twenty-eight constellations follow me as I turn. I respectfully invite the Ninth Heaven's Mysterious Lady to behead the evil spirits, quickly, as if by law!"

  This string of curses left Zhang Wenbin stunned, this curse used a lot of Mao Shan Sect's curses, and the Tian Gai step that walked hundreds of thousands of miles was also stable at times. From the content of this curse, it seems to be a bit tyrannical, with some shadows of Mao Shan techniques, but the tail tone is indeed Jiutian Xuan Nu, which is somewhat different.

  Look again at that hundred thousand li, one arrow step forward, pick up the hatchet in hand and fiercely chop towards the current bamboo door, with a crackling sound it instantly broke into two halves. Next, Old Kong immediately went forward, slightly trembling, to untie the copper coins on the rope, and threw all the remaining broken doors into the central fire pit, the bamboo burning with a crackling sound, waves of thick smoke rising.

  The remaining men and women suddenly started crying, shouting "Dad", "Mom", "died early" and "unfilial son" and "unfilial daughter". The rope that had been passed through the door was picked up and tied around their waists. The fat man thought this person was just a swindler who pretended to be a spirit medium, and the melon seed shell mixed with saliva flew while commenting: "It's made to look quite like it, I said you'd better get a peach wood sword... Ah, how can he do this? That rope is too rough, shouldn't it be a red plastic rope that looks more like it?"

  "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand." Zhang Wenbin was really helpless, thinking about him when he wasn't around and being fed up with him when he was. On the side, Ye Qiu said, "I heard a crying sound from that bamboo tube."

  "Crying? I'm going, Old Two, that's called an explosion sound. When we were young and poor at home, we didn't have money to buy firecrackers, so we specifically burned bamboo to make it loud. Oh right, I know, when you were a kid, probably the only things you saw were playing with mud and dead people..."

  "Oh?" Cha Wenbin was indeed very interested in this view, he said: "This is called breaking the wound, you see there are thirty-six gates on the field, that is, thirty-six wounds. Every time one gate is broken, the pain of the deceased will be reduced by a fraction. Until all thirty-six gates are broken, then I remember it should be summoning the soul next, this is a bit difficult, a person who has been dead for twenty years wants to come back, I'm not sure about that."

  Fatso asked in confusion: "Twenty years ago shouldn't have been reincarnated yet, right, Master Cha?"

  "According to legend, the underworld also needs to fulfill a full cycle of sixty years before reincarnation as a human." As he spoke, Cha Wenbin recalled what Ye Huan had told him that day. He had been pondering this question for days, wondering what the true Underworld would look like if one stripped away the images given to it by folklore, and what form rebirth and transmigration would take.

  Thinking of this, Cha Wenbin also got a bit excited and said: "If they really get recruited back, I'd like to see if their ancestors still remember them after twenty years, whether that Meng Po soup was actually fed to them..."

  "Why are you always hung up on Meng Po's soup?" said the fatty: "I say, you Taoist priests are just too mysterious. If Meng Po really had a soup to give to the dead, she'd be busy day and night, every day you know how many people die in all of China? I saw in the newspaper that on average, 20,000 people die every day, and every four seconds or so, one person dies, just while we're talking, dozens of people have gone to see the Buddha in our great land of China. How big a pot would Meng Po need to brew her soup every day? Could she handle it?"

  "Don't talk nonsense!" Cha Wenbin glared at him with a bad temper and said, "Not distinguishing the occasion, this kind of place will provoke trouble."

  The fatty stuck out his tongue and continued to follow Ye Qiu, who had long since ignored him, and chattered on about the black-headed monk's ugliness, using all his might to make everyone laugh, causing the onlookers to burst into laughter and discuss which family this living treasure came from.

  Cha Wenbin is concerned about this. He wants to understand the person sitting next to him, the one now called Qiushi, whose memories have all been erased, a dead man reborn. If possible, he also hopes that he can recall something, at least he hopes he won't forget them...

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