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  That night, Cha Wenbin had only been studying Taoism for over a decade. His master, Ma Suifeng, did not treat him with the same care as other masters would their most promising disciples. Instead, he was somewhat lazy. This was related to the tradition of the Tianzheng sect, which emphasized individual freedom and had few restrictions on its disciples since its founding by Ling Zhengyang. Cha Wenbin himself was a man of both good and evil, with his actions determined by his whims, and he had a strong air of a Jianghu knight-errant about him.

  Zha Wenbin was well aware of his own shallow knowledge and did not dare to act rashly. Zhou Ziyuan, after all, was a renowned scholar who had extensively studied ancient classics. Moreover, in an era over a thousand years ago, the Taoist sect was flourishing, and those unusual methods have been lost to this day. However, one should not underestimate the wisdom of the ancients. Take the Feng Shui of Beijing City as an example: since Kublai Khan built the capital during the Yuan Dynasty according to the plan of Liu Bingzhong, a great geomancer, it has undergone little change through the Ming and Qing Dynasties until modern times. This is because our ancestors spent thousands of years exploring the mysteries of the universe by observing the heavens and studying geography, then correlated the movements of celestial bodies with changes in time on Earth, seasonal cycles, and ultimately deduced that everything on this earth, including human destiny, reflects the Tao.

  The Tao is a religion and a subject of study, there are too many things in it, so Zhang Wenbin dare not be arrogant. From Zhou Ziyuan's time, after thousands of years, the vengeful spirits in this temple have been old monsters for hundreds of years. Not to mention whether they will harm people, just that kind of evil spirit can make ordinary people who enter this place at midnight fall ill and not recover.

  As usual, he lit a stick of incense on the largest coffin. The incense burner was quite majestic, with three legs and a round belly, and the ear drops on either side were also divine birds - phoenixes. This shape was in the past the highest honor for civil officials' totems, enough to show that Zhou Zi Yuan was not just an ordinary person returning home.

  Behind the incense burner was a spirit tablet, made of high-quality golden nanmu wood. The characters were carved in relief with gold-plated large font, indicating the identity of the owner of this coffin. However, there was one thing that Cha Wenbin found strange - why did the spirit tablet use its original color instead of the usual red? That spirit tablet had been placed for too long and was often smoked by incense, so it should have turned dark, but it only had a layer of ash on it.

  Looking at the incense sticks in the censer entwining each other, gathering and rising into the air in this ancestral hall, it seemed that they didn't linger fondly over this gloomy old mansion. Cha Wenbin thought to himself: Could it be that Zhou Ziyuan had never actually enjoyed the incense offerings here?

  Just as he was thinking, the sky suddenly lit up, and when he looked up, a flash of lightning cut through the thick clouds. Sure enough, it was followed by a loud clap of thunder, which sounded like someone banging cymbals loudly next to his ear, causing Zhang Wenbin to take a step back involuntarily.

  As mentioned earlier, Zhang Wenbin's eyes are much more useful than ordinary people. He almost never needs to use a lamp when walking at night, which is the result of his training since childhood. However, tonight, he only feels that everything around him is black, and only the coffin in front of him appears bright.

  "Rumble", another loud thunder, louder than before, the house was like someone had thrown a flare, "bang" and suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced through the clouds and struck down...

  In the middle of this temple, there is a pine tree that has been around for many years. Suddenly, a burst of "zzz" sound was heard, and a bolt of lightning struck it. Zhang Wenbin turned his head to look, and saw that the flames were rising rapidly, and the middle and upper parts of the tree had been cut off. If this had hit him, would anyone have survived?

  If an ordinary person were in such an environment and encountered such a thing, they would either run away immediately or fall to the ground with weak legs. But he, Zhang Wenbin, wouldn't, why? Since ancient times, no one has ever heard of a Taoist being struck dead by lightning, because this trick of attracting lightning, Zhang Wenbin also knows it!

  However, the sparks that followed suddenly made the ancestral hall a little brighter. Through the thin fog, Cha Wenbin vaguely saw some unusual places. Near this large coffin was another coffin of the same size, but the spirit tablet in front was somewhat strange.

  What a strange method? At first, Cha Wenbin thought it was the coffin of Mrs. Zhou Ziyuan or other relatives, so he didn't pay much attention to it. However, following the firelight earlier, he saw that on the spirit tablet in front of this coffin, there were eight big characters: "Double coffins on the same day, both literary and martial are complete!"

  Cha Wenbin only silently read it in his heart, and suddenly felt that his spine was a bit cold. He realized that Zhou Ziyuan intended to leave him here!

  Zha Wenbin, this character "zha" used to have a wood radical on the side in ancient times, and was written as ""mu", isn't it that having both literary and military talents is just one word "Bin"? Could it be that Zhou Ziyuan predicted 1,000 years ago that someone would come to trouble him? Then he would truly be a god!

  "Playing tricks on me?" Cha Wenbin sneered at the spirit tablet and said, "Then I'll give it a try!"

  The Seven Stars Sword, three feet long, with a blade that appears dull but shines brightly. It is Cha Wenbin's personal item, and in this era, it is rare to see someone carrying a sword on their person. This was passed down by Master Ling Zhengyang, who either forged it from a meteorite or stole it from a Taoist temple. Generation after generation of Tianzheng Palm masters have inherited this sword and regarded it as their lifeblood. From the moment it was in Ling Zhengyang's hands, it has been this way, and now that it is in Cha Wenbin's possession, it remains so, as if time has never left a mark on this sword.

  Is this coffin prepared for yourself?

  "I'm sorry, I don't want to!"

  A palm-sized talisman stuck to the sword body swept across the ground, sparks splashing everywhere, and a fireball ignited. The seemingly blunt sword blade easily entered the head of the coffin like cutting tofu, and with just a slight effort, it instantly sank in halfway.

  Just then, a sudden noise came from the coffin, and Zha Wenbin vaguely heard someone's voice muffled inside, crying out: "Fire, oh no, I'm being burned to death!"

  There is actually someone in this coffin!

  Just as he was about to take a closer look, "bang" the coffin lid suddenly flew open, and a figure sprang out like a bird in flight. He frantically flapped his pants to put out the flames while letting out strange cries, running back and forth around the coffin. However, the fire on his buttocks seemed to have no intention of going out. The guy finally sat down on the ground, and after a good deal of fuss, he managed to extinguish it.

  Before Wen Bin could even open his mouth, that guy had already started shouting: "Which son of a bitch set the fire and burned me? Just you wait, I'll make sure to get you, you damn... Ahh, it's burning..."

  This voice sounds very familiar to Cha Wenbin. He takes a closer look and sees that the person rolling on the ground is not Fatso, but who else?

  This time, Zha Wenbin was completely stunned. What was this singing? How could he be Fatso, and how did Fatso appear here... But his demeanor, voice, and movements were something that no one else could imitate!

  "A stone?" asked Zhang Wenbin cautiously...

  Fatso got up from the ground, rubbing his butt and said: "Wen Bin! Good guy, I'm telling you, your brain is broken, almost took my old life away. What's going on with you guys? This old half-day didn't pull me out, still stabbing with a knife, setting fire to burn, this is intentionally trying to take the life of General Shi Da!" The guy just kept talking, but soon he seemed to have discovered that something was wrong and turned his head: "Huh? Where is this place? Where's Autumn and Little Yi? They both went where... we weren't underground, how did we end up here..."

  "Are you really Fatty?" Cha Wenbin's face had already turned white, although he had thought of countless possibilities, but he had never thought that Fatty would crawl out here, so at this moment he still couldn't believe it was true, because the matter about Fatty had reached a stage where it was impossible to say or explain clearly.

  "Neurosis!" The fatty stretched his chubby face forward and said: "What's wrong with you?"

  Cha Wenbin really went to pinch him, and this pinch had temperature and elasticity. Except for the feeling that his skin was slightly dry, it could be confirmed that he was a living person, and even the clothes on his body hadn't changed.

  "Impossible..." Zhang Wenbin took a slight step back, staring at the coffin and said: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. You're not Fatso, stop pretending to be a ghost!"

  This guy was also confused, staring at Cha Wenbin with a puzzled expression: "Damn it, are you possessed or something? What the hell happened in there just now?"

  Cha Wenbin suddenly had a feeling of collapse and shouted loudly, regardless of the occasion: "What's going on! I want to know what's going on!"

  Suddenly, Fatso said coldly: "Wenbin, how did you seem to age overnight? By the way, where are they? Why are we here?"

  "Don't ask me, don't ask me anything right now!" Zhang Wenbin covered his head and shook it repeatedly: "Hallucination, must be a hallucination!" As he spoke, he raised his left hand and bit down hard on it. A row of teeth marks mixed with blood made him suddenly wake up in pain. He opened one eye to find the fat man still staring at him, looking at him like a monster...

  "You..." "You..." These two people seemed to be a bit confused.

  "You go first." The fat man waved his hand and sat down.

  "Do you know how long I've been looking for you?" This was Cha Wenbin's first question, and the fat man looked at his outstretched two fingers and said: "Two hours?"

  Cha Wenbin shook his head, and Pangzi asked again: "It's not two days, is it?"

  "Two years!"

  "Two years?" The fat man laughed, he laughed so happily that he thought the usually serious Cha Wenbin had also learned to joke around. But looking at Cha Wenbin's serious face and his seemingly different appearance from before, the fat man's laughter turned into trembling. He looked around cautiously, this place was familiar to him, hadn't they come here with Ye Qiu and Cha Wenbin after falling off that big pillar? How did they end up here again?!

  "Wen Bin, don't scare me, this thing seems to have gone a bit wrong." The fatty said this while already starting to tremble.

  "We all thought you were dead. Two years ago, Xiao Yi thought he had found you, and I also thought so, but Ye Qiu never came back. I only brought back a faintly breathing Xiao Yi, who has since changed his name to Xia Qiushi. Do you know why he changed his name?"

  "Because of me and Qiuer?" said the fat man, pointing at himself.

  "Yes, because we all thought you were already dead..."

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