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  The character "算" is very interesting, with two bamboo slips on top, an eye in the middle, and a foot at the bottom. In the past, divination used turtle shells or bamboo slips. Divination was a sacred activity that required special utensils and observing the results of the bamboo slips with one's eyes. It can be said that various reasoning, numerology, and divination methods still existing today originated from ancient shamanic activities; similarly, Daoist priests spent most of their spare time after chanting scriptures in "算".

  That sheepskin scroll is not a book, but a picture. It's said that Fuxi gained enlightenment from the Luoshu diagram and understood the eight trigrams of the prior heaven, thereby becoming conversant with the heavenly mechanism. So what kind of existence was the Luoshu diagram, which was revered by later generations as the supreme divine product? The sheepskin scroll records the graphic solution to the Luoshu diagram by Li Shenxian's school. Even if Zhang Wenbin got his hands on it, he would still need to spend some time studying it.

  The Taoists are so interesting, they are the typical representatives of Chinese philosophers. Whether it's what they do or what they say, it's always so vague and will never directly tell you the answer, but let you figure it out yourself, this is the Tao. So the Tao doesn't have a unified answer, one thousand people talk about the Tao, there are one thousand kinds of Tao. Even Laozi said: "The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao." Meaning, the Tao can be expressed in words, but what's expressed in words is not the eternal Tao.

  So, following the advice of these people, you will always feel reasonable, and it has a similar effect to the various spiritual chicken soups that are prevalent today. What Cha Wenbin wanted was not this, but a solution, a solution to the current situation, which he finally got.

  That dying old man gave him a prescription, using his own vital blood to exchange for the woman's vital blood. Zha Wenbin was born with a pure yang body and was also a practitioner of Taoism, originally being extremely yang and strong. Yuan Xiaobai was a virgin with an extremely yin body, although her soul was intact, but vaguely there was always a mysterious aura of death surrounding her that could not be dispelled or eliminated. This aura, Li Shennian said it originated from the previous life.

  "People have past lives, and when the soul from their past life finds them in this life, it occupies their current body. If you make a move, it's the moment her soul scatters. If you don't make a move, your current body can't withstand the chill of her past life, and like a flower, it will wither away." The old man patiently endured his coughing fit and continued to speak to Cha Wenbin: "If you do this, you'll be in danger. Using your pure yang blood to clash with her past life's soul, absorbing some of the yin energy into yourself, the possibility of a backlash will be very great."

  Cha Wenbin seemed to ignore the old man's reminder, and all he cared about was how to save people.

  "What can I do?"

  "Have you thought it through, young man?" The old man asked once again.

  "I've thought it through, no regrets." Zhang Wenbin's reply was firm. "I owe her, I owed her many years ago."

  The old man left quietly, and Cha Wenbin did not break his promise. He stayed for three whole days and handled the aftermath according to local customs. By the persimmon tree, Cha Wenbin knocked his head three times in front of the newly dug grave. Perhaps he would never know why the old man had given him that roll of sheepskin paper, perhaps he would never understand how much impact the old man's words about his fate would have on his future generations.

  Shanghai, Yuan's house, bathroom, a man and a woman lay quietly in the bathtub, both naked. This is an extremely ancient witchcraft, exchanging essence and blood. It is known that modern hospitals have long proven that if two people with different blood types exchange blood, the outcome can be tragic. Therefore, this method has saved many lives, but also taken many lives.

  A fat, strange worm was gently placed on Cha Wenbin's wrist, and soon the greedy little thing's thin body became round and plump. Similarly, at this moment, there is also one on Yuan Xiaobai's wrist. It looks a bit like a leech, but it's not an ordinary leech, it comes from the banks of the Yellow River, an ancient species that only lives in the turbulent waters of the Yellow River basin. The 17th volume of Shan Hai Jing records: In the great wilderness, there is a mountain called Bu Xian. There is the country of Su Shen. There are flying leeches.

  Leech, a kind of leech with transparent wings, its wings are not used for flying, but for swimming. This leech, like other leeches, likes to suck blood, but as long as you hold fire behind it and lightly scorch it, it will desperately spit out the blood it has sucked into its belly to reduce its weight and escape. It is said that people living in the Yellow River basin discovered this biological habit very early on and used it as a tool for blood transfusion surgery, perhaps the oldest blood transfusion technique in the world.

  It doesn't feel like anything to be bitten by this thing, the saliva it secretes has anesthetic properties and can also prevent wounds from coagulating for a short time, which is precisely why Cha Wenbin was able to swap the leeches that had sucked full of blood on his wrist with those on Yuan Xiaobai's hand in the first place.

  It's obviously impossible to completely replace the blood in his body with this method, he can only do it as quickly and frequently as possible. After Xiaobai's blood enters Zhang Wenbin's body and circulates, it will dispel some of the cold air, and when Zhang Wenbin's blood enters Xiaobai's body, it will also drive out some of the cold air, this is the method that old man told him.

  The water temperature in the bathtub was constant, and Zha Wenbin slowly began to feel a chill on his body, a cold that radiated from within. He also sensed that Xiao Bai's body temperature was starting to rise, and gradually, sweat beads began to appear on her back.

  "It seems useful." Cha Wenbin thought to himself, "If she's really dead, the blood won't be circulating, so her body should only be cold, where would it be warm?"

  With the effect, he regained his spirit and changed more than a dozen leeches in a row. He only felt dizzy in both eyes, his lips trembling, and even the insects had no strength to hold on. The chill in his body became more pronounced, and Xiaobai's temperature was also rising rapidly. If it weren't for the two people being in close contact with each other, balancing their temperatures, he would have been in danger of losing his life by now.

  My father told me that he had been waiting outside for about an hour, and Cha Wenbin, who was already purple in the face, stumbled out first, wrapped in his coat. As soon as he went out, he only said one word "fast" before falling down... Later, I heard from He Tu that if Cha Wenbin had taken care of himself at that time, maybe there wouldn't have been what happened later, but at that critical moment, he was still thinking of that woman.

  After being forced to drink a few mouthfuls of hot ginger soup, Cha Wenbin woke up with a start. According to previous instructions, Yuan Xiaobai had already been quietly placed in the coffin. The bottom of the coffin was filled with her favorite tulips, and her white dress and red face formed a strong contrast. The lid of the coffin was slowly closed, but it wasn't sealed shut - there was still a small hole at the bottom of the coffin.

  Zha Wenbin woke up and immediately began to take action, according to plan. The current Yuan family hall had become a real mourning hall. The tables were filled with all kinds of tribute goods, paper people and horses stood on both sides, and white paper money was scattered everywhere...

  From now on, this place belongs to him alone. Everyone, including Xiaobai's father, must evacuate and were notified that they can only return after the rooster crows tomorrow morning.

  A heavy lock was connected in three stages, each door was specially locked on the back, and the lights of the Yuan family's mansion went out at the same time. Any place that could see light was covered with thick curtains, leaving only a lantern in the stairs still flickering.

  The bigger the house, the more empty it is. The emptier it is, the colder it is. At this moment, Cha Wenbin had already changed into a purple Taoist robe with golden trim, wearing a five-sided hat on his head and round-mouthed shoes on his feet, holding a seven-star treasure sword in his hand as he sat in front of the coffin. What he needed was to quietly wait for the outside world to start falling into darkness.

  "What are you Taoists afraid of in such a situation?" I asked Hetu, and I remembered that when I was young, every time we were in such a place, the adults would deliberately tell us children that fear is everywhere, but I seemed to have never known what it means to be afraid.

  "He's afraid." He smiled and said, "Where would there be someone who is truly not afraid? Little memory, you're not afraid because you have a big heart, but rather because you are ignorant." River Chart's words didn't leave me any face at all. He continued to say, "In the past when I really faced those things head-on, after all, I was still somewhat afraid. It's just that Master's composure is much stronger than mine."

  It is said that after a person dies, there will be a dark messenger to take away the dead soul, so Chinese people have an old saying called "falling leaves return to their roots". Especially in rural areas, if it is known that a patient is going to die, generally the family members will choose to bring the person back home with oxygen in the last period of time. Many elderly people will make this request, they hope that the last breath will be taken at home.

  Why? Because people who die outside are the easiest to become wandering ghosts, and the Yin messengers can find you. I once wondered if they had a kind of address book that recorded names, addresses, and door numbers, and when the time came, they would deliver them like express mail.

  What is Cha Wenbin doing? He's waiting, waiting for the yin messengers. He wants them to take away the soul in this shell and return the one upstairs. There are some things he can't do, but the yin messengers can. At this moment, Xiaobai's body is flowing with his pure yang essence blood, which is the weakest time for that thing. So, he thinks this opportunity is once in a lifetime.

  On the bottom of the coffin, there is a talisman pasted on that hole, which is a zombie-suppressing charm painted by Zhang Daoling Tianshi. The master in the coffin now should be tortured by the pure yang essence and blood, wanting to come out, but the talisman is the only exit. What he needs to do is open the talisman when the yin messengers appear, and then it's like a fish entering a trap.

  "Clang..." The large grandfather clock in the living room began to chime again. This grandfather clock was said to be a gift from a missionary to Mr. Yuan. Looking at the clock's hands, Cha Wenbin struggled to open his swollen eyes and silently spoke to the coffin: "Xiaobai, wait a little longer, this time I won't leave you alone again..."

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