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  Resentment, a hollow yet figurative word. Taoists believe that all things have spirituality, let alone humans. From birth to death, the six paths of reincarnation are natural laws. It's because some reasons disrupted these natural laws that resentment arose. With evil comes good; slowly, religion began to replace shamanism in its organized forms and various rituals replaced vague and unclear practices like "jumping gods". Religion started to dissolve human resentment, attempting to restore everything to nature.

  Man follows the Earth, the Earth follows Heaven, Heaven follows the Tao, and the Tao follows Nature. Compliance is natural, and reversal is also natural. Resentment can harm people or save people. Until now, Wen Bin finally understood that when Jiangxi Daoist first discovered this "evil technique", he was not necessarily an evil person. Just like our ancestors invented gunpowder, some people use it to make fireworks, while others use it as a deadly weapon, depending on the purpose of the user.

  "With your blood and her blood mixed as a catalyst, the thousand vengeful spirits will remember you both in the future, whether it's good or bad, no one knows. Your fate will be forever tied to hers." This was what Li Shen Xian told him. Cha Wen Bin gently closed his eyes, quietly feeling the movement of his fingertips, the brush tip dancing back and forth, ceaselessly smearing fresh blood onto the white cloth.

  After a while, about the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, the pen stopped moving. Cha Wenbin slowly opened his eyes, unable to describe the picture before him.

  He later told Lao Xia: "If I had another chance to copy it, I wouldn't be able to draw that picture again."

  Later, the painting was taken away by Old Gu for research. Later, Luo Men's people also came. I heard He Tu tell me about this matter. He said, "Do you know the 'Hua Yi Tu' and 'Yu Ji Tu' in Xi'an's Stele Forest?" Those are China's oldest existing maps. The painting that Master saw by coincidence is inferred to be an even earlier map. How early? Probably around 2300 years earlier than the 'Yu Ji Tu', and about 1300 years earlier than the Western Han map unearthed at Sanxingdui!

  I said you were just bragging, it's impossible. You've already said that the brush was given to your master by a Taoist from Jiangxi during the Song Huizong era, so how could he have known about maps so early on?

  He shut his eyes, his face red, and indeed his capacity for liquor was not good. He peeled a peanut and said: "If you understand me, I wouldn't have been driven out of the sect so early. According to Master, in the very distant past, the three realms were not separated. On the continent of Shen Zhou, there were roads leading to the three realms. That map was not painted by that Jiangxi Taoist, but rather it was the thousand-year-old resentment and hatred that opened the gate to hell."

  Zha Wenbin inadvertently saw such a picture, some people said it was a treasure map, others said it was a death map, and Zha Wenbin called it the Gate of Hell.

  As he stepped through the gate, life and death were shrouded in uncertainty. Within three days, Cha Wenbin had to find a female corpse. The current Yuan Xiaobai had already entered that gate, if he couldn't complete the next step of borrowing a corpse within three days, everything would be irretrievable, including himself.

  Lao Xia felt uncomfortable, and staying in this house any longer would be unbearable. Cha Wenbin's face was pale, and his entire person looked eerie and ghostly. Lao Xia felt that the Cha Wenbin before him was very unfamiliar, with a feeling of being separated from the world.

  "Wen Bin, I always feel that this matter is inhumane."

  A few days ago, Mr. Yuan found a woman through someone else, who was said to have hanged herself for emotional reasons and had been buried for over a week. Mr. Yuan has some means, so he entrusted someone to give a lot of money, and the woman's father is also a greedy person, with his eyes closed and tears in his eyes, he agreed to this matter while putting the money into his pocket.

  "It's about time, put on this hemp garment and come out with me. There's a car waiting outside. This matter can't be leaked to outsiders, we have to rely on ourselves." He handed Lao Xia a set of white hemp clothes, which was actually mourning attire. Although Lao Xia was somewhat reluctant, he gritted his teeth and changed into them anyway.

  Xiao Bai's black and white photo was also held by Lao Xia, while Cha Wenbin walked behind with a lantern in his hand, humming and sprinkling paper money.

  "Yin and yang are free from taboos, everything is allowed! The heavenly officials bestow blessings, the underworld is at peace!" Then came another clang, just like the ancient watchman's drumbeat, walking three steps and shouting loudly. Old Xia's face was about to turn green, but he didn't know that every single paper money thrown out by Cha Wenbin was spinning around on the ground, and at this moment, in the Yuan family's mansion, there were piles of people grabbing for the money, Cha Wenbin felt like his hands holding the paper money were about to be snatched away at any moment, and he didn't know how many hands were grasping at his heels...

  Out of the door, a small van was already parked, its license plate covered with black gauze. The old butler beckoned to the driver to speed away, and in the midnight Shanghai, it flew swiftly like a ghost.

  The car headed north, and at the border of Shanghai and Jiangsu provinces, there was a small village called Xiaoyu. At that time, Qidong County was not as developed as it is now. The driver stopped at the entrance of the village and flashed the headlights three times. A flashlight on the other side also lit up several times in response, which was the signal.

  After getting off the car, there was a man in his 40s with dark skin and full of alcohol breath. He seemed to be complaining that the car had arrived late and kept reminding everyone to keep quiet. Zha Wenbin understood that if this matter were to spread out, he would probably not have the face to stay in the village anymore. After passing through several fields and a bamboo forest, there was a small hill behind the bamboo forest. At the foot of the mountain, Zha Wenbin saw from afar the new grave with flower wreaths still inserted.

  It's clear that the owner of the house didn't put much effort into burying her, just piling up some random rocks and yellow soil. The rain a few days ago had already washed away a third of the grave foundation. The man stopped at the foot of the hill and refused to go any further, standing still. The old steward, being very considerate, pulled out another red envelope from his pocket and said: "Don't be sad, we'll find a place to re-bury her properly later, give her a good sendoff, and won't skimp on incense, candles, and paper money during the three festivals every year."

  The man took the red envelope, pretended to cry for a while, and then turned around and left with a happy expression. Looking at his back, Old Xia's teeth itched, what kind of father is this?

  This new grave is easy to dig, Cha Wenbin took a pair of incense sticks and lit them up, half-kneeling in front of the grave: "Miss, it's cold here, I'm here to move you to a new place, not to harm you, don't blame your father."

  These words are just for comfort, and what needs to be continued will continue. A few dogs in the distant village were making a ruckus in the fields, and Cha Wenbin was afraid of disturbing the villagers, so he said to Lao Xia: "The time is almost up, we still have to hurry back before dawn, this corpse can't see light, can't see air, otherwise it will go bad."

  With the flashlight, Wen Bin squatted down and grabbed a handful of new soil from the top of the grave, scattering it with his hand as he said: "Newlyweds' graves rise from the coffin, protecting the mysterious altar on both sides!" Two command flags were inserted on either side of the grave, and he turned around to shout again: "First, please invite General Zhao Hei Hu, raise your whip and cut off the barrier to ensure peace and safety!"

  He held a willow branch in his hand and fiercely whipped the ground, this is called "shock ghost". The master of the new tomb was still not fully formed, and some grievances were not great. In order to lift the coffin conveniently without unexpected events, they had to give it a warning first.

  Then he pulled Old Xia and the driver to stand on both sides of the grave, each holding an iron shovel with a red rope tied around the handle, and two copper coins wrapped around it. He shouted again: "The gate god guards the left and right, the twenty-eight constellations guard the treasure coffin; this is not a place to stop the spirit, the dead follow me for a walk! The Supreme Lord of the Taoist sect, hurry up like a law order, start digging!"

  This long string, Zha Wenbin was one breath, this is the Tianzhengdao's soul-calling spell, when moving graves and tombs, it must be used, with a bit of oral language and localization. Two people heard him shout, and with one effort, they dug down, originally thought it would be very deep, but unexpectedly, this family was really stingy, and in just two minutes, they reached the bottom.

  That coffin didn't even have time to be painted, it was just nailed together with rough boards from the sawmill. Old Xia even hammered a hole in it with a shovel. Luckily, Cha Wenbin covered it with black cloth and several people quietly tied up the coffin with hemp rope. Cha Wenbin also stuck a soul-calming charm on the head of the coffin, and then hastily restored the scene to its original state. The group carried the coffin under the cover of night and quickly walked towards the car.

  This car was originally a hearse, with a sealed metal box at the back and a seat for people in front. The coffin was placed inside the box, and then the car started moving.

  After a night of tossing and turning, Old Xia was truly exhausted, and Cha Wenbin was almost at his limit, swaying back and forth. The two of them just wanted to sleep. As they settled into their clothes, the car was still quite warm inside, and this driver had also received some benefits - he rarely participated in such matters. He chatted with the butler sitting beside him: "You're bringing back a ghost to be buried at home, right?"

  The old steward was tight-lipped and replied with some attitude: "Don't listen to rumors, what's yours will be given to you."

  The driver nodded frequently and said, "I know, I know, this kind of thing is usually not to be spoken of casually."

  The car drove very fast, the driver used to be a driver in the army, after retiring from the army, he became a hearse driver at a funeral home. This business is not to be underestimated, every day coming and going for a trip in the morning, no need to work in the afternoon, except for salary, the owner will also give an extra red envelope, living a comfortable life.

  A few days ago, someone asked him to do a favor and buy something, offering a price that was equivalent to three years' salary. He would just need to take a trip to Jiangsu and do some extra work on the side. Anyway, the gas money is on the company, it won't interfere with his work, and the person who recommended him will gain face too. It's killing two birds with one stone, so he was thinking happily that when he gets home in the afternoon, he'll buy a few pounds of meat and some wine to treat himself.

  It was late at night on the highway and there wasn't a single car, he stepped on the gas pedal all the way down, he was very confident in his driving skills.

  He puffed on his cigarette and said to the old steward, "Once we pass through that tunnel up ahead, we'll be in Shanghai. We'll make it on time."

  "Screech......" A string of intense braking sounds cut through the night sky, and Old Xia felt like he was being thrown out like a rag doll, heavily colliding with the backrest of his seat. "Bang", a crash came from the rear carriage, where Cha Wenbin was rubbing the big bump on his head, asking: "What the hell is going on?!"

  All I heard was the driver stuttering and saying: "There... there's someone, I think I hit someone..."

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