At the moment when he was about to be stabbed, Wang Weiguo, who had already become a bloody mess, lowered his head and narrowly avoided the blow. Cha Wenbin swung his hand in a slashing motion, but the man raised his head, and his eyes no longer held the ferocity of earlier, instead showing a few hints of fear. Then he lowered his head again, and Cha Wenbins upraised right hand didnt come down, because Wang Weiguos vengeful spirit was actually kowtowing to him in apology.

  At the sight, Cha Wenbin sighed and said: "You were originally a wrongly killed soul, but I didnt expect your resentment to be so heavy that the body you possessed was considered an evil spirit. Within three to five years, either you will become a malevolent spirit after accumulating evil deeds or you will suffer heavenly punishment and your soul will scatter. In fact, you have cut off your own path of reincarnation. Since you broke your path to rebirth today, I can only send you on your way for now. You will have to endure the suffering of being an animal in three lifetimes before you can be reborn as a human again. Are you willing?"

  That evil spirit made the Buddha hear clearly, raised his head to take a look at Cha Wenbin, and then twisted his neck to sweep the other three coffins. He lowered his head and no longer moved.

  Cha Wenbin put down his treasured sword, turned around and picked up the small paper man placed on the coffin. He recited the incantation for the deceased to be reborn, circled around Wang Weiguo who was kneeling on the ground, and threw the paper man upwards towards the sky, shouting "Rise!" The paper man floated down gently, landing right in front of Wang Weiguo, and incredibly, it stood upright, despite being just a ordinary yellow paper cutout.

  The king on the ground, Wang Weiguo, seemed to have known his fate, lowering his head even further. Zha Wenbin lit another incense stick beside him, holding a bell in one hand and the incense in the other. He chanted with a rhythmic tone, and the speed of the burning incense accelerated with his spell-like words. Before long, the smoke from the incense did not rise upwards but instead drifted towards the paper figure on the ground. At this moment, Wang Weiguos body became increasingly blurry until he vanished into thin air within the hall. When the last wisp of incense fire on Zha Wenbins hand went out, the paper figure suddenly fell to the ground, coincidentally in the direction where Zha Wenbin was standing, as if it was paying its final respects to him.

  Cha Wenbin carefully picked up the paper man, sighed, and gently threw it into the fire pit for burning paper. Before long, the paper man turned into a burst of green smoke. Just as Cha Wenbin was about to withdraw his hand, a sudden loud knocking sound came from the big gate. Before he could even walk over, the door had already been kicked open. A group of men stood outside, their eyes wide with excitement, staring inside. Zhao Suo Long took a step forward, circled around Cha Wenbin, and looked him up and down. "Whats wrong?" Cha Wenbin asked. Zhao Suo Long still didnt answer, instead carefully examining every corner of the room before finally speaking: "We were outside just now and heard a man crying inside. That kid said it was his dad, and he wanted to come in. Weve been knocking on the door for ages, but there was no response. Everyone was worried something had happened to you, so we started kicking the door. No matter how hard we kicked, the door wouldnt budge. The crying got louder and louder, and finally, a loud shout came from inside the house. We gave it one last push, and the door opened. Wenbin, are you okay?"

  Cha Wenbin took a glance at the crowd outside panting heavily, then looked at Old He, who nodded to him. Cha Wenbin said: "Nothings wrong, what you heard tonight was just an illusion, dont take it seriously!" After that, he walked out of the door in big strides, found a large teapot, drank it all in one gulp, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, he discovered someone crouching at the foot of the wall. As he approached to take a closer look, it turned out to be Principal Jin.

  Cha Wenbin squatted down, just about to ask a question, when he suddenly smelled a strong urine odor coming from somewhere. Jin Guanzhang lifted his head and saw that it was Cha Wenbin who had emerged, and immediately wanted to rush up and hug his legs, but was pushed away by Cha Wenbin with a backward step. He shouted for the village chief to quickly take Jin Guanzhang out to change into some clean clothes, and also told those who couldnt bear the overnight vigil to go home and rest first... Amidst the crowds laughter, Jin Guanzhang was led back to his home by the village chief with a crestfallen face, where he changed into an old set of clothes. By the time he came out again, the sky was already almost bright.

  Of course, during this period, to prevent accidents, Cha Wenbin did not leave Wang Weiguos side for half a step. He endured until the first rooster crowed and his eyes were already red, but he still didnt get any rest. Next was the cremation, Director Jin had made arrangements in advance, the hearse was waiting at the village entrance, they could only set off from this side

  No coffin with two men carrying, these men are all calculated by Cha Wenbin five elements, looked at the fate, are some hard-fated people, can only carry this horizontal death coffin. Each coffin edge, also tied a big rooster made of reeds, the person leading the way in front knocked on the flat gong, with a loud clang, Wenbin shouted: Rise!

  Eight people carried a coffin with a pallbearer in front, shaking a bell to ward off evil spirits, and scattering paper money. Every three steps, the person following the pallbearers would hit the waist of the pallbearers with a willow branch. This continued until they reached the village entrance where four hearses were parked. After the pallbearers had loaded the coffin onto the hearse, Cha Wenbin again instructed Jin Guanzhang and the village head that after they arrived at the destination, they should not stop or put down the coffin, but instead burn it directly. Jin Guanzhang dared not disobey, nodding his head like a chicken pecking at grain, and weakly asked: "Sir, will I be needed again later?"

  "Today, you dont need to come again. When the time comes, I will notify you. Go back and rest for now. Within seven days, do not kill any living things, do not see blood, and especially do not touch your wife. Go to the vegetable market and buy a carp, then release it into the nearby river. After some time, I will naturally notify you again." He said this, turned around, and had Wang Xin slaughter the four roosters on the spot. The chicken blood filled four large bowls, and he applied a small amount to each of the pallbearers foreheads, telling them to wash up later but not to wash off the chicken blood. Then, he had Wang Xin sprinkle the remaining chicken blood in a circle around the village entrance before finally returning to rest for a while.

  The vehicle that brought them back was a large bus arranged by Principal Jin, and at that time it was already 12:10. Zhang Wenbin had been waiting with his relatives at the village entrance for a long time.

  The director of the Golden Hall spent a lot of money this time, and four high-quality red wood ash boxes were carried out one after another. The eight-year-old child cried with a flower-like face, holding Wang Weiguos closest, followed by some nephews, holding the remaining three. This scene is hard to avoid hurting people, and many people also followed in tears. After three firecrackers, Cha Wenbin rang the bell: Get up! Walking in front, leading everyone to the ancestral tomb of the Wei family, this tomb was also repaired quite simply, which didnt match the precious red wood at all. Wei Guos father was buried with his mother who had passed away many years ago. The couple hid in a slightly lower position with their little girl. The soil was good yellow soil, hoping that these four people could rest in peace and be reborn soon. After busy work until noon, the grand funeral procession went down the mountain and ate the last meal at Wangs house.

  At the banquet, someone kept coming to toast Zhang Wenbin, but he declined one by one. He really didnt have the heart to drink anymore. Tonight, others had nothing to do, and he still had to divine for this village, asking the heavens if this poor village could have a few more peaceful days.

  After dinner, Cha Wenbin asked the village chief to call Wangs relatives again, meaning that the house was demolished and all the wood was burned on the spot. The land could no longer be used to build houses. After explaining the severity of the situation, many people witnessed what happened last night. Poor child, lost his home. Conveniently, they also discussed the issue of the childs upbringing. In the afternoon, a group of laborers turned Wang Weiguos ancestral home into ruins. Many years later, the adults in Wangzhuang did not dare to let their children go to that land again.

  In the afternoon, Wen Bin and He Lao and Zhao Suo Zhang slept soundly again until nightfall. After a simple dinner, Wen Bin packed his bags and bid farewell to Wang Xins family. They went to sit under an old locust tree at the village entrance, munching on peanuts and drinking wine, waiting for the right moment to arrive.

  This pagoda tree, everyone remembers, do not plant at your own door. The word "huai" is composed of a wood and a ghost, which means hanging ghost, it is the easiest to gather evil spirits, extremely yin. However, in the eyes of Taoist priests, it is also a non-second choice for communicating with spirits. Cha Wenbin waited until midnight, the most yin hour of the day, chose to stand under the most yin tree, and borrowed the power of the North Dipper Seven Stars to ask heaven once. The wind by the river blew against the three people, making them slightly drunk. Zhao Suolong, relying on his wine courage, wanted to become an apprentice, but was strictly rejected by Cha Wenbin. The reason was that Zhao Suolong had a good job and didnt need to take this difficult task. Zhao Suolong wouldnt listen, in the past few days, he had already admired Cha Wenbin with all his heart, if it werent for He Lao stopping him, he would have knocked several heads on the ground.

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