"The three purities converge at the top, communicating with my divine brightness; the profound and mysterious nine yin, listening to my commands, urgent like a law! A white soul-summoning banner was steadily placed on the grave mound, blown by the wind, its long streamers sweeping across his face like willow branches."

  Zha Wenbin took out his brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and used the ground as paper. A red soul-summoning curse suddenly appeared on the uneven grassland. As his mouth movements became faster, the small mounds occasionally revealed vague shadows.

  Not all the tombs have ghosts that can reincarnate, only a rotten white bone is left. Those who cannot leave are either wild ghosts or were punished or had been cursed by someone when they were alive, this kind of thing, if not handled properly, will become a great evil spirit.

  Cha Wenbin's actions are actually very risky, what he wants to do is to lure out all the spirits that cannot reincarnate on this land. Look, just now that white-clothed girl who wanted an apple was also lured out, and she's squatting right in front of us staring at us.

  Today's incense is the best tribute incense, although it can't compare to that Return Soul Incense, but it's already a top-grade product. Those lonely ghosts and wild demons usually don't even get any tribute goods, how could they resist the temptation of this thing? One by one, they greedily approached Zha Wenbin.

  Wen Bin had absolutely no good feelings towards these by-products of his soul-calling work. A circle of peach wood had long been nailed down around him, and this peach wood was made from the new branches of that year, which had the best effect. As a result, those tattered guys on the outside couldn't get in at all, and they just kept wailing.

  The black thing inside looked at this group of things with impatience, from time to time opening its big mouth to make a few fierce noises. Several timid ones who didn't see any benefits had already floated away, leaving behind only the truly ferocious ones.

  These things didn't even bother to glance at him, Cha Wenbin's hand holding the evil-repelling bell was rapidly circling above the doll, his eyes staring straight at the grave mound. The white-clothed girl naturally didn't know what he was doing, she was the only one inside the circle, probably also starving for too long, taking big mouthfuls of incense.

  The situation continued until the incense was exhausted, and except for that girl, there were no others in the circle. This incense can burn for half an hour, which means he had already done half an hour of Buddhist rituals without any effect. Cha Wenbin watched as the last wisp of incense was sucked in by the girl, and suddenly collapsed to the ground.

  As soon as this man's momentum weakened, those dirty things outside gained strength. Having been greedy for too long, they added fuel to the fire. Several of them, who were a bit more capable, had already entered the circle with half their hands, and their eyes were fixed on his back, ready to touch it.

  For this intangible thing, Hei Zi can see it, but it's hard to hurt them. The deterrent effect is far greater than biting and tearing. This guy isn't a vegetarian either. With one jump, he pounced on a hand, scaring the thing to quickly retreat.

  "Ah!" Zhang Wenbin suddenly shouted, pulling out the Seven Star Sword from the ground. With a "whoosh", he swept it in a circle, and after a gust of wind passed by, those wild ghosts were immediately beaten to the point where their souls flew away. Seeing that this guy had gone crazy, they didn't dare to provoke him. Although the offerings were delicious, what use were they if they lost their souls? They quickly scattered in all directions, leaving only the girl behind.

  Zha Wenbin glanced at the white-clad figure and said bluntly: "Disappear quickly!"

  That girl had seen his skills, how dare she linger, and the shadow immediately thinned. Cha Wenbin suddenly remembered something and asked: "Where is your master, why didn't he come up?"

  The girl stood still for a moment, then bowed and said: "I just went down, but was pulled up by a great force, and came to the ground without realizing it. It wasn't until I got here that I knew it was your doing. My master is still trapped below, he seems unable to escape from that forbidden land."

  Cha Wenbin listened and nodded thoughtfully, waving his hand: "Let's go first."

  The woman made another curtsy and immediately disappeared without a trace.

  Behind him, he was already drenched in sweat. He had just recovered from a serious illness and the wound on his back was now throbbing with pain. After letting out a sigh, Cha Wenbin bent down to pick up the doll, took it in his hand and examined it. The doll's back had suddenly split open. Cha Wenbin looked at the crack in the doll, which was caused by an explosion, as the damaged texture was not regular. This kind of crack could only be caused when someone struggled with extreme force, like what we commonly say "tearing one's clothes apart".

  "How could this be?" The fabric of the doll was just ordinary 'terylene', not to mention how firm it was, but when I picked it up, it was brand new. This was something he had personally sewn himself. When I opened the crack and looked inside, there were obvious signs of hair being pulled, and before putting it in, Zhaowen Bin had been very careful and meticulous in combing it.

  What does this mean? It means that his daughter is hearing her own calling! She wants to come up and see her father, but she's being held back by some kind of force. She struggles hard, resists with all her might, until her clothes are torn apart, and that damned force even grabs onto her hair.

  She's still a kid! Cha Wenbin looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh: "Why do you have to treat me like this!"

  "Boom!" A loud noise, a huge lightning bolt flashed through the middle, "pa" sound, a burst of green smoke rose in front of his eyes, and Wa's small tomb was instantly halved. When Cha Wenbin saw clearly, tears couldn't help but fall down "drip drip".

  That small mound itself was not large, the front half of the coffin had already exposed to the ground, on top of it faintly emitting a wisp of black smoke, just as the white-clothed girl said, indeed there was a withered lingzhi mushroom leaning to one side.

  This situation, let alone he is a father, even an outsider can't bear it. In the past, when we scolded people, saying their ancestors' tombs were struck by lightning was considered a very vicious curse. Today, on New Year's Eve, heaven itself, right in front of him, brutally struck his daughter's tomb!

  Cha Wenbin was like a madman, scratching the dirt on the edge of the coffin, even Heizi was quietly nestled beside him, only "Wu Wu" humming, this place can no longer bury people. Any place that has been cursed by heaven, the dead will never rest!

  Before long, the coffin, which was only about one meter in length, was pulled out by Zhang Wenbin. He wasn't a qualified father, but today, no matter what, he had to be a qualified Taoist.

  It started raining, with raindrops the size of soybeans pounding the ground. Before long, the mound had turned into a muddy mess. Zhang Wenbin continued to dig, he couldn't let his daughter's body be exposed in the wilderness. Looking at the ground that had become a puddle, he forgot about the cold and the pain, tears mixed with the icy rainwater blurred his vision.

  His joints on his body began to ache vaguely, he had lost the strength to cry, and didn't know if it was because of being tortured for too long. He could no longer move that thin coffin. His parents' graves were not far away. Zhang Wenbin shouted loudly: "Dad! Mom! Why didn't you take good care of her?! Why couldn't you even take care of your own granddaughter?!"

  The rain grew heavier, the wind howled louder, and it had been a couple of hours since Zhang Wenbin left home. The Spring Festival Gala on TV had entered its final segment, with beautiful actresses humming "Unforgettable Tonight" in front of the TV, while Zhuo Xiong stomped his feet anxiously by the brazier.

  He still hasn't come back, and it's unknown where he went. The pork belly is already cooked in the pot with boiling water, waiting for Zha Wenbin to return to make him a steaming hot bowl of dumplings with thick meat filling. Even after all the water has been boiled dry, he still hasn't returned.

  Zhuo Xiong picked up the conical hat and raincoat at home, ready to go out and look for it. However, he heard a "wang wang" dog barking at the door. "It's Hei Zi, he's back." Overjoyed, Zhuo Xiong pushed open the door, and at the door was only a big black dog that had been soaked through, still shivering with fear, its mouth still holding something: the乾坤袋！

  He's very familiar with this thing, Cha Wenbin never leaves his side with only this bag, the Seven Star Sword and the Great Seal. Now that it's suddenly been brought back by Hei Zi, something must have happened.

  Zhuo Xiong hastily shouted towards the house: "Hurry up and come out, Wen Bin might be in trouble!", Heng Roulian quickly put down the ladle in his hand, picked up an old umbrella, and rushed to the door in one swift motion.

  Zhuo Xiong took the bag out of Hei Zi's mouth and patted its neck, saying: "Hurry up, take us to find!"

  Heizi immediately turned around and ran wildly in the rain, with Zhuo Xiong and Heng Roulian closely following behind, rushing towards the tea plantation's grave mound...

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