"Blind man, what are you staring at? Come up quickly!" Chaozi shouted into the ice cave when he saw that Zhuo Xiong had no reaction.

  Ying Long, Grandfather said that this is the family crest. Who am I? Who are they? What relationship do I have with them? For a moment, countless questions flooded into Zhuo Xiong's mind. He was like a lost child, not knowing where he came from or where to go next.

  He wasn't a meathead, he was richer than his emotions, he yearned to know all of this, he looked at the man's chest as if he had seen his own kin, and unknowingly his hand began to touch that frozen block.

  "Don't touch!" Zhang Wenbin suddenly shouted, he had seen this frozen person before, and didn't want Zhu Xiong to be distracted by his own past again. No one knew what that would mean. But at this moment, Zhang Wenbin clearly saw Zhu Xiong's face begin to distort, a terrifying distortion.

  However, his hand was still stretched out and was about to touch it. In a hurry, Cha Wenbin snatched the pistol from Chaozi's waist and fired at the ice layer opposite Zhuo Xiong with a "click" sound.

  With a loud "bang", the powerful bullet slammed into the transparent ice layer, producing a violent collision. What left the super soldier with extremely high military training stunned was that the bullet only left a small white mark on the frozen surface, without even causing a single crack.

  Zhuo Xiong was also pulled back to reality by this strike, and the rebounding bullet almost grazed his thigh as it whizzed past. He looked up in shock and immediately cursed loudly: "Chao Zi, you son of a bitch, are you trying to kill me?"

  Chao Zi took the pistol from Cha Wenbin's hand, closed the safety and laughed: "Haha, didn't expect it, Brother Wenbin, you're still good at shooting, this gun is shot well, really has standards! Come on, Blind Man, just waiting for you, what are you hesitating about!"

  "I," Zhu Xiong was suddenly at a loss for words, and he didn't know what happened to himself either, but the bright red mark on that person's chest was piercing his eyes. "There is someone here with a tattoo similar to mine, I..."

  "Let's get him upstairs first, we need to hurry up and send Old Wang away. Once he wakes up, you can ask him about what happened here, maybe he'll have some answers because he's the only one who knows White Whiskers, aka your grandfather."

  Zhuo Xiong took another look at the man and started climbing up the rope, reaching the top in just a few pulls.

  The snow mountain can't be compared to the cave, the temperature is very low. The road down the mountain must be very difficult to walk, they knew that, but Old Wang's situation couldn't afford them to stay any longer, the sooner they get out the better.

  Zhuo Xiong and Chao Zi quickly made a simple stretcher, and the five of them set off down the mountain while there was still sunlight, carrying the heavily injured Zhou. It's not easy to walk in the snowy terrain, where every step creates a hole, and the temperature at night is even lower, causing Old Wang's breathing to become weaker. Heng Rou removed his own clothes to cover him, leaving this rugged man with only a thin sweater on in the icy cold night.

  At last, in the second half of the night, they finally descended from Tongtian Peak and saw that the cars by the roadside had been covered with snow. They caught a glimpse of hope.

  No rest was taken, and Chaozi immediately drove out of the mountain, but the narrow mountain road and thick snow made this four-wheel drive also seem powerless. The warm air in the car began to make their bodies change, the softened skin had a painful feeling, and the joints seemed to be broken, everyone wanted to sleep, but no one could fall asleep.

  The satellite phone on the other end gave Zhao's son instructions on where they were going, a small town in the north, where the best doctors were being urgently dispatched.

  At the moment when Old Wang was pushed into the operating room, everyone slumped to the ground, looking at each other's tattered clothes, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

  It's said that on that night, a group of the country's best emergency doctors were urgently arranged to come to that small town through various channels. Zhang Wenbin and others also received the best medical treatment, but they were separately arranged in single rooms, and their luggage was taken away by a group of expressionless men in black clothes. According to what Chaozi said later, those people looked like professionals, and it's not ruled out that they were all trained special soldiers.

  This kind of boring life, lying in the hospital room with someone guarding outside the door, lasted for a whole half month. No one answered any of their questions, and only occasionally would someone come to check on them or deliver food. It can be said that they were temporarily under house arrest.

  On the sixteenth day, a middle-aged man dressed in a Sun Yat-sen suit came to Zha Wenbin's ward, still holding his tattered eight-trigram bag.

  "Mr. Cha, I've put the things here and returned them to their rightful owner. Someone will come this afternoon to arrange for you to return home." With that, Zhongshan attire stood up to leave.

  Cha Wenbin took a glance at the familiar bag, wanting to speak but hesitating, and still asked: "How is he?"

  "He suffered an open head injury from a fatal blunt force trauma, coupled with severe blood loss. By the time he was sent here, it was already past the golden hour for rescue." The man in the Changshan suit said to Cha Wenbin with his back turned, and before leaving, he paused and added, "He's now a vegetable."

  Cha Wenbin immediately fell into silence, a vegetative state, and this may have been the best outcome. Because from the moment he entered that dead end, he knew that if he wanted to leave this place, someone would definitely die. This person might be him, or it might be Chaozi, or perhaps Zhuo Xiong, because these three were the only ones who really went in, but he never expected it to be Lao Wang.

  Those who enter the death position are equivalent to taking the path of the underworld, and they do so in a way that is still alive. To emerge unscathed, at least one person must leave their soul behind, which also serves as an explanation for the yin messengers who guide the way. This all depends on whose eight characters are stronger; if they are the same, then it's up to heaven's will.

  It can be said that Lao Wang's death was caused by his own misfortune, but in fact, he died for the sake of four other people.

  In modern hospitals, a vegetative person refers to a patient who is in a deep coma and will not wake up. However, in Zhang Wenbin's Taoist world, it means that one of the seven souls has been lost, specifically the central soul.

  The loss of the soul is a state that leaves him helpless, and his soul will be in a state of neither dispersing nor extinguishing nor escaping. If one of the seven souls does not return before the main soul perishes, the person will remain asleep, with the soul still having a thread of connection to maintain the operation of the other six souls. As long as this connection is unbroken, the person will not die.

  Some people's souls can be called back after they've lost them, but for someone like Old Wang who has lost his spirit, it's a hopeless case. Only his own soul knows where the spirit is, and only his own soul holds out any hope of finding it again.

  When Cha Wenbin sorted out the messy bag of eight trigrams, everything inside was his, nothing was missing, but the bronze sun wheel and the moon wheel brought back from below had disappeared.

  He really wanted to go find them, because that was his only memory of the three-legged frog, but he knew it was futile.

  At noon, Cha Wenbin was invited by two young men to the yard, which was his first time basking in the sun for half a month. In the yard, he saw three other brothers on a parked minibus.

  A plane carrying only the four of them soared into the blue sky, and none of them would ever forget the icy words spoken by the man in a Chinese tunic before they boarded: "Forget everything that happened here."

  Cha Wenbin returned to the provincial capital that night and saw his son, who seemed taller and fatter than a month ago, but with a new scar on his forehead.

  She explained to Wen Bin that it was a fall from the horizontal bar at school, fortunately without major injury. Her explanation seemed very awkward, as if she was afraid of Wen Bin blaming her for not taking good care of his child, completely losing the little devil's attitude of the past.

  That evening, in the building outside the building, Zhao Suo set up a banquet to welcome his former Taoist master who had once wanted to worship but did not succeed.

  Cha Wenbin stayed in the provincial capital until before and after Qingming, and Chaozi's home temporarily became a gathering place for these people. Everyone in the courtyard knew that He Lao's family was living with a Taoist master, and people came to see him for fortune-telling and divination one after another, making this usually quiet research institute lively for a while.

  Later, many of the powerful people in the provincial cities knew that there was a master here, and all sorts of small cars almost turned this courtyard into a parking lot. Some were brought by Zhao Yuanxiao, while others were brought by Leng Suozhang. As it developed later, those who frequently appeared in newspapers and local TV stations also came.

  But he insisted on his own principles, that is, not to accept red envelopes. What really made Cha Wenbin famous was that one day he said only one sentence to an old man who came to visit: "Don't go out next Wednesday." It is said that the old man was a high-ranking official with supernatural powers and would retire after finishing this year.

  As a result, on that day, the old man's driver came to pick him up for a meeting, but he didn't go due to poor physical condition. On his way back, the driver was hit by a truck full of gravel. The coincidence is that the driver was unharmed, but the entire rear half of the car was crushed into an iron pancake.

  No matter how big an official you are, if you want to invite him to sit at the government office or have a meal with him, it's impossible. Over time, a phrase has been circulating in the local officialdom: Whoever can invite Cha Daoshi to dinner will have a great face.

  So Zhao Yunxiao was the most popular person for a time, and often became the guest of honor at high-ranking officials' banquets, because he claimed to be a disciple of Cha Wenbin who didn't even remember his name. Later on, even inviting Zhao Yunxiao to dinner became a matter of great face. Not long after that, he was promoted, some people said it was all thanks to his mouth, but more people said it was because of Cha Wenbin.

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