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  Li Guixiang's face had many abscesses, and when she died, those abscesses were still there. It was as if fate was playing a trick on her. When Li Guixiang was dressed up, the abscesses on her face suddenly all subsided, in less than the time it takes to smoke a cigarette. Her originally swollen face returned to its normal appearance. The people coming and going didn't notice, but Cha Wenbin, who was standing aside, saw it clearly...

  He grabbed the old man from the past and asked, "Uncle, I'd like to ask you, when people in our village got this plague and left, did the poisonous sores on their bodies also disappear?"

  "What's going on? Not only does it not disappear, but after death, it still grows. Some people grow as big as an egg, and when it breaks, it grows again, and when it grows, it breaks again. The people here are pitiful, even in death they don't leave a face to meet their ancestors. Hey, go take a look at Li's wife..." Just as the old man was about to turn around and point at Cha Wenbin, he saw that Li Guixiang's face had returned to normal, which shocked him so much that he shouted repeatedly: "How did Li's wife get better? Everyone come quick and see, she's better!"

  Cheng Ziyin, who had just bandaged his fingers outside, was pulled aside by Cha Wenbin as soon as he entered the house. He looked at the faint red seeping from the girl's fingertips and suddenly had an idea in mind.

  Cheng Ziyin is under tremendous pressure right now, she quietly cut her middle finger, Cha Wenbin suspects that her blood has some kind of miraculous effect on this plague, the entire village including Cha Wenbin himself was not spared, but this girl managed to survive for several years. Just a moment ago, Li Guixiang's face was only lightly wiped by her, and coincidentally, her finger broke.

  He dipped his hand into the bowl of blood, and under everyone's gaze, he lightly smeared it onto his arm. At that moment, all the people in Shuangyuan Village who were still alive held their breath, staring at the faint red mark on his arm...

  Will a miracle happen? This world has never been short of miracles, the spots on Zha Wenbin's arm are like encountering an arch-nemesis, and they quickly withered at a visible speed. In just a few minutes, it began to scab slowly, and after a while, amidst everyone's exclamations, it began to fall off slowly, revealing the tender skin underneath, as white and delicate as that of a baby.

  No one had ever thought that this foreign girl who was refused recognition of her ancestry would be the person to save the last bit of bloodline of this thousand-year-old village, a very ironic ending.

  Midnight, the small hill on the other side of the river has gone with the wind, and the vast water surface is rippling with unbearable past.

  It was a bit chilly, and Zha Wenbin tightened his Taoist robe. He rarely dressed like this. On the small dock by the river, a small sampan remained moored. It had been a long time since anyone had entered the water in this river. That year, many people said there was a monster in the river, and several young men were dragged down and never came up again. Only Zha Wenbin knew that it hadn't disappeared, but had sunk intact to the bottom of the water. This was originally a city, a mysterious city.

  Where is the end of this city? Zha Wenbin turned his head and quietly looked at the red dot at the foot of the mountain behind him. Tonight, the people of Shuangyuan Village knelt down in front of the ancestral hall to celebrate the new life, thanking their ancestors for their protection. The long-lost incense made the ancestral hall have some vitality, and the dilapidated lanterns were also renewed, but they eventually forgot who saved them and who abandoned them.

  "Is he all right?" The woman finally managed to squeeze out this sentence, she looked at Zha Wenbin very carefully, the person from a few years ago was also very silent, even more silent than this person.

  Shaking his head, even Zhao Wenbin himself didn't know where they were. He pointed to the river in front of him and said, "Maybe it's okay, can you tell me if you've ever encountered anything here?"

  "I was bought over and have never left the village, what is Brother Wenbin talking about?"

  "You've been afflicted with a witch's curse. Who would lay hands on you, I think it's definitely not someone from the village. Have you thought about whether you've had contact with anyone outside the village?"

  "Outside the village?" Cheng Ziyin also fell into a daze, thinking about things from a few years ago that she suddenly remembered, unless that impression was really deep. After being confused for a while, she suddenly said: "I actually thought of someone, one day an old man came to our house wearing black clothes and asked for a cup of water."

  "How come?"

  "You said outsiders, I married into this village and rarely came into contact with them, but I could still recognize the villagers. Moreover, our family was poor and few people visited us normally. That person's clothes were very strange, so I can remember at once, because he seemed to be wearing a set of mourning clothes, my old grandfather had also prepared a set at that time, and I could identify the 'shou' character with one circle facing another..."

  "It was him..." Cha Wenbin never expected it to be that person, and when he saw the photo with them together, he had his doubts. Now, with Cheng's testimony matching up, it was basically 80-90% confirmed. That person was: Ye Huan!

  "What's wrong, Wenbin?"

  "It's okay, let's head back first. After this period of time is over, you can leave anyway. This place doesn't belong to you, and there's no need for you to stay for long."

  "Where can I go?" The woman sighed softly, "And where is he?"

  At midnight, tonight's moon is somewhat hazy. Cha Wenbin raised his head to look at the sky and found it was similar to that day. He dragged the dying old Xia out of the icy ditch, only to see countless strange things surrounding Ye Qiu.

  "Go! Go quickly!" That was their last conversation, and after a while, following that small path, Zha Wenbin felt the heavy wooden board on his head. He knocked on it with his hand, making a creaking sound. Originally, it was a piece of wood, carved with a knife, and nailed by hand. A large number of bones rolled down, and when Zha Wenbin found himself at the bottom of a coffin, he couldn't believe that this place was actually that ancestral hall. What's more, he couldn't believe that the end of this road was actually the largest main coffin: the ancestors' coffin of Zhuangyuan Village!

  Over the past two years, he slowly began to sort out these thoughts, and a more and more clear, more and more convincing storyline started to emerge in his mind:

  The sentence "When speaking of Bā Guà, one must speak of Fú Xī, but when speaking of Fú Xī, one does not speak of Tài Hào" was given by Gù Qīng to Zhā Wénbīn.

  Who is Tai Hao? In ancient books, he is also called "Tai Hao". According to records, he was the ancestor and leader of the Dongyi tribe in ancient times. The Dongyi tribe was a powerful tribe in ancient China that could rival the Huaxia tribe in the Central Plains. It had frequent exchanges with the Huaxia tribe and created the brilliant Shang Dynasty culture. From then on, Chinese history began to have written records and unearthed artifacts. As for this, scholars have no doubts, and the Dongyi tribe lived in what is now eastern Henan, Shandong, and Anhui provinces.

  The "Zuo Zhuan? Zhao Gong 17th Year" records: "Chen, the void of Tai Hao." Chen is now in Huaiyang, Henan, and the tomb of Taihao still exists in Huaiyang. After the Zhou Dynasty, its descendants gradually moved eastward, until the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, when the various branches of the Dongyi were gradually annexed by Lu, Qi, Yue and other countries, and merged into the Xia. Gu Qingming has always believed that Taihao was not Fuxi, but a king who ruled the Huai River basin in the same era as Fuxi, and this tribe may have learned Fuxi's eight trigrams and tried to decipher the abacus stone, but ultimately due to historical changes, this Dongyi tribe gradually settled in the mountains at the junction of Zhejiang and Anhui provinces, living a life like a hermit.

  "You, Hongcun and Zhuangyuan Village are the historical marks left by that branch of the tribe. I have carefully studied the data and seen some remaining relics in the local area, which have a strong flavor of Shang Dynasty culture and do not belong to the ancient Yue State near you." Gu Qinghe held up a thick stack of documents and said to Cha Wenbin: "Do you know how many aristocratic tombs from the Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States Period there are in western Zhejiang? There are already over 300 registered ancient tomb groups, and it's suspicious that such a large-scale aristocratic tomb group would appear in an area with poor transportation and resources. Moreover, the Jiangnan region has always been a land of fish and rice, where people live on food, and most nobles come from Jiangnan. How could so many noble tombs suddenly appear in the deep mountains? And there's no historical record to be found, so Cha brother, it's very likely that this place is a forgotten corner of history."

  What about Zhuangyuan Village?

  Gu Qinghe said that after a field inspection, he felt that there should have been other villages before the village was built, and the stone carvings at the entrance of the village were the best proof.

  " Wen Bin, my younger brother, that thing is definitely not from the Song Dynasty. At least it's from the Warring States period or even earlier. You once told me that the descendants of this village tried to dig up the Bagua Tower, I think the ancestors of this village, specifically the Zhou surname university scholar, are the real ancestors. There have been precedents for using such a name to cause destruction, during the Three Kingdoms period, Cao Cao had an army that specialized in stealing from aristocratic tombs to pay soldiers' wages, and was even awarded the title 'Mojin School Lieutenant'. During the Southern Song Dynasty, when the capital moved to Hangzhou, the national power was not as prosperous as it was during the Northern Song Dynasty, and there was pressure from the Jin State in the north. The entire country was actually very weak, and I wouldn't be surprised if some emperor thought of getting some extra pocket money by doing such things. I specifically went to your province's museum to retrieve some data, take a good look at it here."

  "The preserved is still relatively intact, and the origin of Zhou Ziyuan, a university scholar in the Ji Xian Hall, has some remarkable stories. Originally, he was a lay disciple from Mount Longhu, but after his family and country were destroyed, he studied hard to obtain honors and serve the imperial court. However, it is also said that he was disgusted with the corruption and incompetence of the Southern Song Dynasty and resigned from office to live in seclusion. This person seems to have some understanding of Feng Shui numerology, but what's left is just my guess, and you need to verify it yourself."

  A generation of literati and university scholars, in the most elegant era, resigned from office. To know that during the Southern Song Dynasty, China's poetry culture had reached its peak. As a scholar of Jixian Hall, living in Lin'an City where West Lake was full of music and dance, could Zhou Ziyuan really bear to look at the "corruption" of the imperial court and resign from office?

  This might be a good reason, an easy excuse to cover up. In that era, literati held power in the imperial court and were active in high-society socializing; how could such a refined dynasty possibly admit that its treasury was empty and needed to resort to some shady dealings?

  In western Zhejiang, in the depths of the three thousand great mountains far from the hustle and bustle and cities, those remaining underground riches became a source to make up for the empty national treasury.

  This reasonably explains why the main coffin, which was regarded as a divine being by the villagers of Zhuangyuan Village, had a thief cave below it, a tunnel that led all the way to the depths of the mountain on the other side.

  Perhaps Zhou Ziwen ultimately didn't open it before passing away, actually he was only short of just a little bit, because Cha Wenbin also accidentally stumbled upon that opening on that day. The ancestors of the educated clan could only leave with regret and use their own body to block everything that had not been completed yet, just to leave behind the title of "outsider"

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