Tonight is really a good weather, but the cold of deep winter still freezes the mud that rained last night into a hard crust. When people step on it, they make "crunching" sounds, and the rotten parts have all turned into ice flowers.

  Zha Wenbin walked ahead, this time his body was really not as good as before, walking and stopping to catch his breath, presumably the illness on his body had not fully recovered.

  Chaozi, who usually talks a lot, was also speechless today. He knew that tonight's task would not be an easy one either. Knowing Wenbin's personality, he wouldn't ask if he didn't say anything himself, so he carried his hoe and followed at the end.

  Arriving at the master's grave, Cha Wenbin still hesitated for a moment, glanced at the tombstone and turned away. When he arrived at the place where he was yesterday, he saw from afar that the ground was in disarray. After a night of wind and rain, the soul-summoning banner was left with only a bare pole.

  "Thanks, Brother Zhuo, for thinking of this," said Cha Wenbin, stroking the oilcloth, "If you two hadn't come up the mountain yesterday, I might have frozen to death here." He tugged at the oilcloth, but it didn't budge. Cha Wenbin smiled wryly and said, "It's frozen stiff." The oilcloth had been soaked by the rain and was already quite damp, and after being frozen overnight, it was stuck to the coffin lid like a lid on a coffin.

  Tonight, we are determined to make a big effort. We brought two lanterns as lighting equipment. The lanterns were hung on both sides, and in this cold night, there was finally some warmth. Cha Wenbin also asked everyone to go around and find some firewood. Not far from the tea field is a beech forest, and small branches are abundant. In no time, a pile of them was stacked up in front of us.

  They arranged the firewood neatly, sprinkled some white wine on it, and lit it with a fire starter. A big bonfire rose up. The few people who were originally frozen stiff rubbing their hands all gathered around, Chaozi thought to himself "You're not just going to bring us here to roast by the fire are you?" Having been stifling his curiosity for so long, he couldn't hold back any longer and asked: "Wenbin brother, what exactly do you plan on doing tonight? Tell me about it, I want to know what's going on."

  Cha Wenbin stared at the flickering flames, constantly flipping his hands and said: "Dig up my daughter's grave."

  Chaozi suddenly stood up, rubbing his eyes and said: "Are you crazy?"

  Zhuo Xiong pulled his sleeve and said: "What's the fuss about? Let Wen Bin continue speaking."

  Zha Wenbin's expression didn't change as he said, "You didn't hear wrong, the grave behind is my daughter's. Originally it was prepared for me by my master, but she passed away early and it was given to her. Underneath this grave there might be an old grave, I need to dig it out and take a look at what's going on, otherwise my daughter won't rest easy either. Wait a bit, after you move the coffin out, you can start digging, we must resolve this matter before dawn."

  Then Cha Wenbin told them about yesterday's events again, no matter from which angle, this grave had to be moved. This way, they also understood the situation, having followed Cha Wenbin for so long, they had seen everything, and in Chaozi's opinion, it was not a big deal.

  Due to the rising temperature around, the surface layer of the permafrost also began to melt gradually. The horizontal meat face tried to shake the coffin several times, from the initial slight movement to the sound of cracking, because the mud below had already begun to peel off, he looked at Cha Wenbin waiting for a signal.

  He glanced up at the starry sky and said, "Let's move it. Lift it gently and put it aside for now."

  "Alright!" The three of them, with Heng Roulian and Zhuo Xiong each lifting one end and Chao Zi supporting the middle, heaved together and lifted it up with a "huff". This coffin was really light, but thinking that his daughter was lying inside made every step feel especially careful.

  The coffin was placed on the edge, no more than three meters away. Zhang Wenbin took out a small bowl and poured oil into it, then inserted a cotton wick and lit a long-life lamp, placing it in front of him. As long as the lamp didn't go out, he could keep digging. In his heart, he silently muttered: "Girl, Dad owes you an apology for not finding a good place for you. Don't blame your dad, it's cold outside, get closer to the fire." His nose started to ache again, so he turned his head and said: "Let's start, dig here, don't stop unless we hit something like a blue brick!"

  "Clang", Super Zi's shovel came down, and it was like hitting a metal plate. He spat and said: "It's really frozen hard, I think you can't even dig through the permafrost!" He and Zhuo Xiong had both been in that icy land before, on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau where the permafrost was so hard that one shovel strike would only leave a white mark. And it was precisely because of this that all the secrets there were forever buried underground.

  Three big men kept digging with their hoes, one after another, and they were all sweating in the cold night. Cha Wenbin couldn't do this physically demanding work anymore, so he just stood on the side watching, and the task of keeping watch was handed over to Heizi, who could usually detect any danger early on.

  It's not that cold here, the temperature in northwest Zhejiang will not drop below minus ten degrees at night. The top layer of frozen soil was quickly dug up by several people taking turns to blast it, and what remained inside still had a hint of warmth, because the temperature underneath was much higher than above.

  Time was pressing, and these few people were all in good physical condition. Especially the one with the thick face, his arms were as thick as a small electric pole, and he wielded a pickaxe that whirred loudly, just like a human excavator. Chaozi was stunned, and took the opportunity to lean over to Zhu Xiong and whisper: "Say, how did this big guy end up following you around, and even treating you like an older brother?"

  Zhuo Xiong smiled wryly and said, "I didn't know, after leaving Qifeng Mountain, he's been following me all along. He's a good person, I reckon he has some connection with my family. Since he regards us as brothers, we should treat him with sincerity. Unlike you, who is full of tricks."

  "You..." Even Zhuo Xiong had learned to belittle others, Chaozi shook his head helplessly and continued working in a low voice. An hour later, according to the area marked out by Cha Wenbin earlier, a 2x3 rectangular pit had been dug down nearly two meters, with thick layers of yellow soil unearthed. Cha Wenbin sniffed the soil under his nose, crushed it and spread it on his palm to examine it carefully, estimating that the pit was indeed quite deep. He interrupted, saying: "You all take a break first, come up and rest for a while."

  Zha Wenbin brought out the already warmed wine, poured a bowl for each of them, and the three people drank it all in one gulp. Then they ate some cooked food to replenish their energy.

  "I reckon this pit is at least seven or eight meters deep, and digging like this isn't going to work. Let's narrow down the scope a bit, dig a hole, just like those moles do. Zhuo Xiong, you come with me later, I'll go borrow some from the village chief's house, his son is in charge of setting off fireworks in the village, they should have that stuff at home. You two stay here and keep watch on this mountain, I'm leaving these things here, if anything strange appears later, just ignore it." After eating, Cha Wenbin stuck his Seven-Star Sword into the ground, scattered some glutinous rice, left Hei Zi on the mountain, and went down the mountain with Zhuo Xiong first.

  This young master had no common language with this dull and stupid big blockhead. Looking at him tearing apart the roast chicken, he had already secretly labeled him as "fool" in his heart. When he was bored, he would tease that dog to play, scratching its itchiness. Unbeknownst to him, a white-clothed young girl quietly appeared behind him...

  He knocked open the village chief's door, and he came out wearing an old cotton-padded jacket to take a look. Seeing that it was Cha Daoist, he wanted to invite him in for a sit. Cha Wenbin didn't exchange pleasantries with him either, and directly stated his purpose. The village chief was quite straightforward, and called over his eldest son to give Cha Wenbin ten kilograms of that black stuff, which although wasn't very potent, was usually used to blast rocks.

  "Wen Bin, what do you want to do with this thing in the middle of the night?" The village chief still had some doubts about a Taoist priest, and although it wasn't strictly prohibited in that era, its destructive power was too great, so he asked.

  Zha Wenbin smiled and said: "Uncle, don't you want to build a house? I'll show you a good feng shui later."

  No direct answer, the village chief is also a clever person, and he doesn't ask if you don't ask. This Cha Wenbin is now very impressive, on New Year's Day, two Santana cars stopped at the door to pay their respects, it's said that they were all from the provincial city, this is a very prestigious thing in the local area. The tone suddenly changed and he immediately said: "Then I really have to thank you sincerely, who doesn't know about your skills Wenbin? Take it away, if it's not enough, come back for more."

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