With a loud crash, flames shot out in all directions. It was unclear what material the Seven-Star Sword in Zhang Wenbin's hand was made of, but it had actually split open a crack in the cast iron. The sword was withdrawn, and with a loud noise, the crack split into two halves. Following that, the tomb door behind him reappeared once more. A man's shadow vaguely rose up from the coffin, floating to Zhang Wenbin's side.

  There was no sound, because he had no head! Only two slumped shoulders still hung on the neck, needless to say this is the tomb owner, that thousand-year-old historian who has been imprisoned here.

  "Wooo...", it was unclear whether it was a cry or a laugh, as no one could tell apart because he had lost his head, just like the sound could only come out from his trachea. A white-clothed girl was kneeling beside him. The ghost had no tears, she could only make crying movements, after being separated for thousands of years, the two finally met again.

  Looking at the two ghosts, Cha Wenbin was already shaking at this moment. The previous knife had consumed too much of his energy, and he was still recovering from a serious illness with injuries. He couldn't withstand such turmoil. Chaozi supported him and asked, "Do you want to open the coffin?"

  Zha Wenbin shook his head: "No more, we can't stay here for long. Since the evil array has been broken, let's hurry out of here. The mercury content here has already exceeded expectations. Leave the rest to the archaeological institute. You'll report the situation to them later. Let's go."

  The four men and a dog were about to climb out of the big hole again when they heard the girl shouting, "Benefactor brother, please stay."

  They turned around and saw that the couple was paying them a grand courtesy of three bows and nine kowtows, which for an ancient person, was already the treatment reserved for the Son of Heaven.

  "Go, you've had a good journey. After I go up, I'll see you off for a while, and then don't be reluctant to leave this world anymore. Life and death are cyclical, each person has their own fate, in the next life, let's become a good official!" Having said that, he turned around without looking back, leaving behind only the pair of deceased souls still embracing and gazing at each other.

  After returning to the ground, the sky was about to brighten up. Chaozi advised Zha Wenbin to go back and rest now, but he blocked them: "I still have a lot of things to do."

  What's going on? The Taoist ritual is being performed! There's still leftover wine and meat, and the incense sticks are all intact. This task is actually quite quick to complete. However, Zhang Wenbin keeps coughing nonstop, and Chaozi tries to stop him several times but hesitates. It seems that what he wants to do can't even be stopped by their ancestors.

  It took fifteen minutes for the ritual to be completed, and it was considered that he had done his best to help the owner of the grave. His face turned even paler, and he couldn't straighten his waist, shuffling his feet to the edge of the small coffin, touching the lid and saying: "My daughter, it's your father who has wronged you, not taking good care of you when you were alive. Your father is a Taoist priest, always divining for people and performing rituals, but in the end, he even chose such a place for your grave. Don't blame your father for being heartless, leaving you exposed to wind and rain in this desolate mountain wilderness. Don't worry, your father will find a good place for you to rest."

  Not far from this piece of land, there is a pine tree that grows crookedly out of the stone crevice. Underneath the pine tree, there is a flat area that seems to have been tidied up by someone. This piece of land was later found by Zhang Wenbin himself, and he also chose its feng shui location. Although it's not a particularly good spot, it can still let people sleep soundly.

  Originally, burials were supposed to choose a good day, but today is considered a "Meng Long Da Ji", which means that everything is auspicious according to the imperial calendar. Chen Wenbin originally wouldn't have any conflicts with this grave and fate, but if someone randomly chooses a date and digs a hole, there will be trouble. There's an old Chinese saying: "Moving earth on Tai Sui's head".

  This is Tai Sui, originally referring to Jupiter in the astrological chart. The ancient people called Jupiter "Sui Xing", so it's also known as "Tai Sui". They believed that Tai Sui was an evil god of misfortune, the "ruler of all gods", so wherever Tai Sui passed through was considered an unlucky direction.

  There is another saying called "命犯太岁" (offending the Tai Sui), which refers to one's own birth year. This is because the Chinese calendar uses a cyclical system of stems and branches, also known as Tai Sui. During this year, people wear red underwear and socks, as red symbolizes joy and is used to ward off any possible bad luck. Some socks even have small human figures drawn on them, meaning "treading on small people", to prevent being jinxed by others.

  It's a good day, although she is still a child, but after all, this is a grave relocation, and Zhao Wenbin is following the rules. Chaozi, Zhuo Xiong, and Heng Roulian are three people who are absolutely reliable, they don't even need to be calculated, otherwise they would have been loaded onto the mountain of Qi Feng long ago, these three people are all suitable for doing this job.

  Cha Wenbin chose Chaizi and Zhuo Xiong as the "Eight Immortals", which means they would be carrying the coffin, also known as "Tiao Zhong". They had to have their shoulders together, with flames burning brightly on top of their heads. He also chose Heng Roulian as the "Dian Xue", responsible for digging the hole later.

  What about him? First, he took out a portrait, the painting depicted a ferocious and evil person, this is the image of "Tai Sui". After observing the star chart and determining the position, he hung the portrait on a wooden stick, then respectfully lit a pair of incense sticks. He first worshiped the earth god, which is the local land god, then worshiped Tai Sui. After finishing the worship, he turned the face of the portrait towards the back of the selected grave, avoiding the direction of Tai Sui. Otherwise, it would be "Tai Sui's head moving earth", and the mourning family would suffer disaster.

  The coffin should be carried with a rattan rope, but now it can only be replaced with a climbing rope. Two people tied a knot and tied the coffin to the wooden stick, this coffin was originally small, and now it has no weight at all. Zha Wenbin walked in front, holding a bell to ward off evil spirits, shaking it every three steps, then scattering a handful of paper money. This paper money is the road money, one is to give those ghostly ghosts a reward, so that they don't block the way, and see good things; two is to pay respects to those mountain gods and land gods, both black and white ways you have to settle, otherwise, it's not guaranteed that the dead person will wear small shoes.

  After all the trouble, they finally arrived at the site. Cha Wenbin asked them to put down the coffin and light a long-lasting lamp. He indicated the general direction and orientation of the grave, and drew an outline with a stick. Heng Roulian took up the big shovel and started working. This job was indeed suitable for him.

  Can't dig directly, there is a sequence here, first nail a wooden stick at both ends, then have Cha Wenbin dig three holes under each wooden stick. The meaning is that this grave was chosen by your family members for you, not casually messing with you. Then let the horizontal meat face continue to play his skills as a digging machine. For him, it's simply a trivial matter, and in less than five minutes, a Cha Wenbin-sized pit is completed.

  Ordinary people's families, the next burial will be like this too. Only aristocratic families play with tomb rooms and tomb doors. As long as the feng shui is good, it can condense the vital energy, and it can also make future generations receive blessings from their ancestors.

  Then Wen Bin took out the five grains made of various grains from his own pocket and placed them in the tomb, covering a thin layer on top, and then covered a small pancake on top of the grain. After that, he put the Longming lamp inside, which took care of the two "Eight Immortals", Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong carried the coffin in.

  After carrying it in, they drew out the wooden stick, Cha Wenbin was left with tears in his eyes, grabbing handfuls of yellow earth from the ground and sprinkling them on the coffin. This white-haired man sending off a black-haired one, his emotions were already heavy, yet he still had to take care of the funeral rites, it was really hard for him. The several of them, including Heng Roulian, all felt that this man's fate was truly bitter, and couldn't help but sigh.

  Seniors cannot kneel to juniors, otherwise they will break the rules and shorten their lifespan. Cha Wenbin could only bend his waist, which was also heartbreaking to watch. After covering the coffin with a layer of soil, this is called "adding soil", which must be done by relatives, representing farewell. After putting down the soil, a bowl was placed on top of the coffin, one for her to eat and the other to make it easier to move the grave later, so as not to disturb the spirit and bring misfortune, this is called "clothing and rice bowl". Then, with closed eyes, he shouted: "Enter the earth!"

  Chaozi, Zhuo Xiong and Heng Roulian swung their hoes, and in the blink of an eye, a new mound had been piled up. They lit incense sticks again, inserted them into the ground, and stood back a little further away, leaving Cha Wenbin to say a few words to her, roughly meaning "rest in peace".

  After finishing all this, Cha Wenbin, with red eyes, dragged his exhausted body back to the old tomb, filled up the soil of his daughter's grave, and then asked the three of them to seal the entrance of the cave again. He burned the portrait of Taishou, and only then did he slowly make his way down the mountain.

  After returning home, several people finished washing up to wash away the bad luck. That night, he had a dream in which his daughter, dressed in floral clothes, smiled and greeted him, jumping and skipping around. He wanted to hug her, but she dodged. From then on, Cha Wenbin fell ill and did not get up until several days later when Old He arrived with another person, Old Wang...

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