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  Zha Wenbin nodded and said, "Mr. Gu's words are not unreasonable. When it comes to ghosts, we have to talk about haunted houses, which are usually uninhabitable for humans. Even if someone lives there, they will often encounter misfortune. There are also some houses that were originally good, but after someone died and was not handled properly, they can become haunted houses."

  If we follow the old saying, I can consider a haunted house as a sending station in a signal, because the formation of a yin house is often not just due to the haunting of evil spirits, but also the feng shui of these places is usually not good.

  I can understand that the construction of this kind of surrounding environment, such as the trend of the surrounding mountains, the orientation of the house itself, the flow of water at the door, and the trees and stones around, constitute a Feng Shui structure. These things have formed an amplifier for signals in either accidental or non-accidental ways, creating conditions for the appearance of these ghosts. And under certain specific circumstances, the production of a "grudge" can turn such a special place into a "haunted house".

  "It's almost like this principle." Gu Lao looked at Cha Wenbin with approval: "There are not many young people who learn Taoism, and it's even rarer for someone like you to be humble and not blindly follow. Taoism is the essence passed down by our Chinese ancestors, don't lose it, and don't mix it with superstition."

  Cha Wenbin hesitated for a moment before speaking, and after struggling for a while, he finally said, "Mr. Gu, the other day we discovered a kind of corpse in this village, which the Chinese call 'jiangshi' (zombies), but I call them 'blood corpses'. I used Taoist magic to fight them, but it was clear that it wasn't as effective as the gun in Xiao Yi's hand. I'm a bit disheartened - the yin-yang magic of Taoism seems useless against modern weapons."

  Old Guo's eyes lit up with interest as he said, "Not long ago, a friend of mine in the central part of East Africa discovered a cave by the Semliki River with thirteen human skulls. The skulls were all crushed, but the teeth were clearly sharp canines. Next to them was a pile of ash-like fossils. My friend brought these ashes back to the lab for analysis and found that they were indeed parts of the thirteen corpses. On the stone walls of the cave, they saw paintings of human silhouettes in menacing poses, with eyes that seemed to be staring evilly. In their mouths were other human bodies. Based on these clues, they sought out the local tribe's shaman, who told them that these people were a type of flesh-eating devil that would become stiff and bloodthirsty after death. They had been defeated and eliminated by a powerful shaman in the past. Doesn't this sound just like what you described as zombies?"

  "Eat people, stiff, ferocious, and have sharp teeth." Zha Wenbin said thoughtfully: "Indeed similar to the zombies we talked about."

  Professor Gu continued: "Not only that, in 1982, a British archaeologist discovered a mummy in Egypt, which was a corpse with its internal organs and brain removed and dried. The body was found outside an open tomb, curled up in the corner and partially decayed. There were thousands of scratch marks all over the surface of the tomb, as if this corpse had tried to dig its way out. This mummy was later taken back to the Royal College of Medicine in Britain, where forensic examination showed that these scratches were made by the same body over a period of years."

  We all stared with wide eyes, and Old Guo chuckled and continued: "The great navigator Hannuo recorded in his sailing diary that he arrived at a cursed continent where people had long fangs and claws, were active at night, and were immune to knives and guns. Of his 35 sailors, only seven survived; there's also the unnamed monument in Afghanistan, which clearly records a series of serial murders where people bitten by others continued to bite others; and there are records of the Numidian Roman legion being attacked at least six times by their own kind in the desert three thousand years ago. Such attacks have been recorded in ancient Europe, Asia, and the Middle East, but they were all eradicated by witchcraft, not human weapons. Old brother Cha, forgive me for saying this, but your skills may not be enough yet."

  Cha Wenbin fell silent, instead becoming deeply lost in thought. He was only just over twenty years old, and which famous Taoist master didn't have a refined and elegant demeanor until they were over fifty? Maybe he really was still too young after all - Lü Dongbin was forty-nine before he failed the imperial exams and became disillusioned with life.

  The scenery along the way up the mountain is not bad, and the human activity of Lion Peak has reached the end of the reservoir. This Red Peak Reservoir further inside is almost a no-man's land, where there are mostly ants and poisonous insects. Along the way, I was bitten several times, and now it's the rainy season, everything around is very humid, making people even more irritable.

  Grandpa's body is still very robust, and as the only local person, I can't be considered a guide. We can only follow the general direction. My dad said that if we walk along the Hongfeng Reservoir for about 20 miles, there will be an abandoned house, but he doesn't know who built it or whether he saw it when he was young and hunting. We decided to spend the night there tonight.

  It wasn't until around four o'clock in the afternoon that we finally arrived at that place, and from a distance, we saw signs of houses in a forest of cypress trees. This was no ordinary mountain climb; hiking through this wilderness was exhausting, with our feet almost soaking in water all day. Finding a place to rest was a relief, but as we approached, we realized something was off. The forest would occasionally reveal half-human-high stone statues, some depicting humans and others beasts, and on the ground, there were covered steps hidden under fallen leaves and silt. This didn't look like an ordinary mountain village.

  Looking at the house with a loft-like structure, a ten-fold higher stone was engraved with a yin-yang taiji pattern at the door, and Zha Wenbin's mind buzzed for a moment. Could these houses be a Taoist temple?

  There are seven houses in total, including the small hut, with three large and four small ones. All of them are made of brick and wood structure. The whole building group is wrapped in a dense forest of tall cypress trees. A small stream runs alongside the buildings, and a faint trail can be seen along the creek bank. The houses have been badly damaged, with two large and two small ones having collapsed to half their height. Only three houses remain, including that large one which is barely habitable. The broken tiles on the roof and the rotten lines all indicate that no one has lived here for a long time.

  On the gate of the big house, there was a bronze hanging lock. The rusty green copper seemed to be telling an ancient story. Cha Wenbin didn't use much force and easily twisted off the chain. The door, which had lost its original color, creaked open slowly with a "creak".

  A musty smell hit me in the face, and I saw several scurrying rats with my own eyes. The house was filled with fallen leaves and ashes, and a shrine could be vaguely seen with three statues of gods behind it.

  Cha Wenbin was taken aback for a moment, then promptly and respectfully walked in, kneeling on both knees to worship the three gods covered with spider webs: "Disciple Cha Wenbin of the Tianzhengmen sect, the Three Pure Ones are above, receiving a bow from the disciple." After that, he knocked his head on the ground three times, and only then did I realize that this place was dedicated to the Taoist Three Pures. It seems that this place was originally a Taoist temple without a doubt.

  Yuan Xiaobai looked around and covered her nose, saying: "Can people live here?"

  Zha Wenbin glanced at Ye Qiu, and Ye Qiu nodded to him. He then said: "It's okay, you can stay in the tent tonight, we'll keep watch outside. When I was a kid, I often stayed in places like this with my master. This is an abandoned Taoist temple, anyone can come."

  Taoist temples have two natures: one is the ancestral Taoist temple, and the other is the collective Taoist temple. The former has a gate and is passed down from generation to generation among masters and disciples; other Taoists can stay there but cannot interfere with its affairs. Collective Taoist temples are different; they belong to all Taoist priests under heaven and have a collective nature. All Taoist disciples have the right to live and manage them, and when there are many people, they hold an election meeting to elect their leader, which is ownerless.

  After a simple cleanup, they looked around and found that there was a small house behind the main house. Cha Wenbin said it should be the bedroom, so they didn't go in to disturb anyone. At night, they stayed in the main hall for the night because it seemed relatively sturdier.

  I naturally don't have any opinions, the only tent is left for Yuan Xiaobai, and we men can make do with it. The large hall has transparent walls on all sides, and the murals on the wall are all incomplete gods, there's nothing else besides that. When you're out, there's not much to pick from, I and Xiaobai arranged everyone's dinner, my mom prepared some baked buns and boiled stream water for us, after eating it was only around five o'clock, I thought about how this evening wouldn't be satisfying without meat so I suggested going to catch some wild game to have a taste.

  Because it's not dark yet, Cha Wenbin didn't object, just letting Ye Qiu and Daidai follow me together for a while. I saw that guy with an expression of ignoring me, firmly using the rope to pull up Daidai and saying: "Just let Lao Yi follow, Lao Er is still forget it, I can't order him around, just wander around nearby, and come back before dark."

  The silly dog was a bit reluctant, but I coaxed and dragged it out. This dog had been trained by my dad and was quite skilled in the woods. On the way here, I noticed that there were many feces of yellow muntjacs around, which is my favorite thing.

  All you need to do is walk along the creek, and if there's a dog, it's even better. However, my luck wasn't good that day, I only caught one wild rabbit, and when I went down the mountain, I found myself lost...

  I followed that damned little stream, both up and down, and I didn't walk very far. When I realized my descent had exceeded my ascent, it was already dark, but I still hadn't found the location of that Taoist temple.

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