Cha Wenbin held a wooden stick that looked like a piece of firewood, and anyone who didn't know would think it was just a broken piece of wood from somewhere. But Cha Zi took one glance and saw that the material of the stick was no ordinary thing - it was high-quality golden nanmu wood!

  "This guy actually pried off a piece from the coffin board, now that piece of wood is incomplete." You know, at that time, golden nanmu wood could already be sold as gold, let alone something imbued with history and culture. Just that lacquer painting, if it were to appear on the antique market, would fetch a sky-high price!

  In Zhang Wenbin's eyes, this was just a prop he needed.

  In this life, the time spent with a bed is the longest. So, at home, you can do without anything else, but don't lack a good bed. After death, being buried underground means accompanying darkness and soil, perhaps for several centuries, sleeping in that coffin, so this thing is the object that accompanies people for the longest time.

  Anything that stays with a person for a long time will absorb their scent. For example, clothes and bedding, just take a sniff and you'll know whose scent is on them. This applies to the living, but it's also true for the dead.

  The living have the breath of life, and the dead naturally have the smell of death. On this coffin board, there is naturally no lack of the breath left behind by thousands of years of day and night companionship. Cha Wenbin naturally didn't have such a keen sense of smell, nor did he need that sense of smell; he naturally had a Taoist's method to cope with it.

  In ancient times, to harm someone, one only needed to obtain an object that the person used daily. Even if they were separated by a thousand miles, it would still be possible to cause the person to suffer from illness after illness, ultimately leading to their demise. This is truly killing someone without leaving any evidence.

  Sorcery, also originating from the mysterious natural laws and the Taoist's unparalleled righteous Dao techniques, shares similar principles. The ancient Qiang tribe's shamanic rituals, after thousands of years of evolution, were absorbed by different people who grasped the way of heaven and earth's changes, giving rise to various unfathomable methods in the eyes of ordinary people.

  Sometimes, however, evil skills can also be used for good purposes.

  Cha Wenbin took that wooden stick and thrust it into the raging fire under Zhaozi's gaze, which was as if witnessing a sacrilegious act.

  No ancestral altar is needed, nor incense paper. People will always remember the direction of home, even if it's just a hint of breath left behind after death a thousand years later. Home is where everyone ultimately belongs, and emperors are no exception!

  "It's better if no one makes a sound." Zha Wenbin said, and then when the wooden stick was completely ignited, he suddenly blew out the flames at the front end. In an instant, thick smoke rolled out from the front end of the wooden stick.

  Everyone stared at the legendary Taoist, who was said to be very powerful, but saw him holding a wooden staff and sitting on the edge of the cliff, his eyes gazing into the distance. This cliff edge had always been a windy place, with mountain winds blowing one after another, causing the flames on the ground to dance wildly, and also blowing the smoke into a ball that slowly dispersed in the air.

  Settle your mind, Wen Bin no longer went to look at the cliff, nor did he go to look at the wooden stick. When his left eyebrow slightly raised, he recited: "The primordial breath is calm and peaceful, the soul returns to its origin; The universe is overturned, the true man sends you off!"

  He then held a paper charm in his right hand, and with a flick of his wrist, it ignited spontaneously without any visible flame. It slowly drifted towards the endless depths of the valley below.

  Then, the mountain wind suddenly stopped as if it had tightened its bag, and even the birds' chirping in the forest ceased simultaneously. A boundless aura of resentment slowly pressed down from the sky to the earth.

  Strange things began to happen, the sun that was supposed to set in an hour seemed to have fallen prematurely, and the sky around it started to darken. In fact, some thick clouds had drifted from somewhere to cover up the light of what was originally the sunset.

  That world is forever alienated from daylight, and darkness is their favorite.

  The smoke from the burning rosewood has a very special flavor, not fragrant, nor stinky, but ancient, it's the legend that time has left behind to tell people.

  Cha Wenbin opened his eyes, and those misty vapors were still hovering in front of him. They seemed to be searching for something, but only grew thicker and more accumulated, neither drifting nor dispersing.

  The ancient incantation slowly emerged from Zha Wenbin's mouth, the unknown text and rhythm that no one could understand made the smoke exceptionally excited, constantly rolling and surging in front of him.

  Home is where you should go, although this home is your tomb!

  Suddenly, the smoke seemed to have found its direction and sank rapidly downwards, drifting towards the bottom of the valley. There was not a hint of wind; this was a phenomenon that defied natural logic, as the smoke moved downwards. The onlookers watched in amazement, marveling at the extraordinary abilities of the Taoist priest.

  There was a butcher who had personally visited the General's Temple, and with a look of reverence said: "Even that black dog he raised is a reincarnation of the celestial hound, he himself is an immortal."

  What was strange to Zha Wenbin was that the smoke seemed to have stopped at about 50 meters high, halfway down the cliff, and began to disappear while hovering there.

  A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: It was a hanging coffin tomb!

  This is a rare hanging coffin tomb in the Jiangnan region, a type of burial often seen among ethnic minorities in southwestern China. Firstly, the area has a geological structure dominated by limestone, which belongs to karst terrain, and rocks can easily be eroded into caves that hold coffins. Secondly, people from the Central Plains are more particular about being buried safely underground and would not expose their coffins to the air. This was far beyond what Cha Wenbin had expected; he had thought there might be a large tomb in the valley below.

  He told Chaozi about the discovery, and Chaozi had seen this kind of thing before. So several people immediately began to set up the scene. To see what was going on, they still had to go down into the tomb chamber and find the real owner.

  The granite was not just hard, but unfortunately the climbing rope could only be tied to those big trees. Super son asked while setting up the rope: "You guys think that Ah Fa cripple can also stay in that cave?"

  "How can he go down, he doesn't even have wings!" A butcher looked at Chaozi with a stupid expression, did he need to ask? In such natural conditions, how could someone with inconvenient legs and feet get down.

  Cha Wenbin was also uncertain, according to common sense, the possibility of Ah Fa being in that hanging coffin tomb was almost zero. Although the first purpose of coming up the mountain was to find people, and then to get rid of those evil masters, the clues seemed to have been cut off here, so they had to go take a look at those two people first.

  Chaozi Nature was the first to go down, in fact, except for the four of them, all the others were left above. This kind of going down 50 meters and then finding a tomb is very dangerous, everyone understands. Ah Fa said he was a villager, but no one wanted to risk their lives for this. Zha Wenbin naturally understood in his heart, so he called on other people to be responsible for looking at the rope above.

  Because this cliff is almost vertical, so from the surface looking down, you can't see that cave entrance.

  When Chaozi slid down to the approximate location, a dark hole appeared in front of him, about the size of a door. The entrance was overgrown with weeds and scattered rocks. Chaozi grabbed the rope and swung back and forth before entering the hole.

  After ensuring safety, the other three people also came down to this half-mountain waist one after another, squeezing onto a platform of about one square meter, and the feeling was exceptionally good.

  Cha Wenbin looked inside, it was pitch black, just as he was about to stick his head in, a loud "whooshing" sound suddenly came from inside. Super immediately shouted: "Be careful, crouch down!" Then he quickly pressed Cha Wenbin's head down and squatted down, instantly a group of dark things rushed out, it turned out to be a flock of bats.

  Look at the wretched state of these four people. If it weren't for Chaozi's quick thinking, they would have been swept away by those things and easily fallen into this valley.

  "It seems to be a treasure land." Cha Wenbin said, "The hanging coffin tomb is also called the mansion of the earth immortal. In ancient times, people thought that immortals lived in the clouds and were floating in the air. This place fits this idea perfectly. Moreover, there are bats inside, and bats have been considered auspicious symbols since ancient times. The word for bat 'fu' is a homophone for good fortune, it seems we should go in and take a closer look."

  Several people turned on their flashlights, and Dashan carried the paper man, looking a bit twisted, walking at the end. Cha Wenbin was about to step forward when Zhuo Xiong, who was behind him, stroked his chin and said, "Wait, someone has already been here."

  Zha Wenbin didn't understand what he meant, Zhuo Xiong raised the flashlight and shone it on the thick layer of bat dung on the ground, a string of human footprints was clearly visible.

  This is a scene that makes them feel a little fearful: "The toes are pointing outward, this guy seems to have come out from inside!"

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