Fighting with ghosts is Cha Wenbin's specialty, while fighting with people is another brother's expertise.

  Two scouts and a close combat expert with incredible strength, in this dark space, even if they didn't have the geographical advantage, they had the upper hand in all other aspects.

  People are alive, and since they're alive, they'll move. In an absolutely quiet environment, even the movement of their hair will be noticed. Now that Wen Bin and others have a bottom line in their hearts, but can calmly deal with it, the tense side is secretly anxious in hiding.

  When a person is tense, their breathing becomes louder and faster, and they will occasionally observe other people's movements. Any slight change can't escape the experienced scout.

  A slight roll of a stone made them quickly lock onto the target's position, and the beams of several flashlights intersected at a point. As expected, there should be someone behind that stone.

  "Come out, cripple! Stop hiding! With your little tricks, how long can you hide?"

  The other party didn't show up, which made Chaozi quite annoyed. "Hmph, you cripple, playing this trick on us? Believe it or not, if I catch you, I'll directly press you into the bat dung! Be sensible and roll out yourself."

  With a swagger and a scare, sure enough, a person with his head hung low walked out from behind the stone, still limping, who else could it be but Ah Fa?

  He walked up to Cha Wenbin, and before Ah Fa could open his mouth, Chaozi slapped him on the back of the head and scolded: "Damn it, we almost got killed because of you! You're so capable, huh? Still pretending to be dead? Pretend some more!" Not satisfied with just one slap, he kicked the guy again.

  A Fa didn't make a sound, just standing there, Cha Wenbin looked at him with great interest, and asked, in this world, many people are better than him in terms of detective work, but when it comes to judging whether someone has been possessed by an evil spirit, he is absolutely not mistaken. That day, A Fa was indeed in a state of being invaded by an evil spirit, and there was indeed something at work.

  Cha Wenbin took a cigarette from Chaozi, lit it and inserted it into Afa's mouth, saying: "Speak up, better tell the truth once, we are all fellow villagers, I won't make things difficult for you."

  The origin of things was beyond their expectation.

  According to my father's generation, the history of our village does not exceed 100 years. The villagers come from many parts of the country and have different identities. It is a small village with only over a hundred households, but the dialects spoken here are mixed with those from Anhui, Henan, Zhejiang and other places. Most people came from the era of fleeing famine and were mostly farmers by birth. As for things about their ancestors, those who knew have already been buried in the yellow earth.

  Because our village is located in a special geographical location, it is an intersection of two provinces and three counties. Although it is a mountainous area, there are also small paths that can be walked, so the guests who come and go to rest their feet have been frequent in the past few years, but after the highway was opened, the information here began to gradually close off.

  Those passing travelers are of all shapes and sizes, and there is no shortage of people who understand a thing or two.

  Those who know Feng Shui always praise our place for its good Feng Shui, saying it has a dragon vein and dragon energy. However, if you try to find someone who can pinpoint specific details, they are nowhere to be found.

  Firstly, the mountainous terrain in our area is quite treacherous, with peaks overlapping each other. One mountain blocks another, and that one blocks yet another.

  Secondly, Feng Shui is just a facade; people only look at the surface level, drawing some basic diagrams, and that's about it. Those who truly mastered the art of finding dragon veins and auspicious spots were mostly persecuted during the Cultural Revolution.

  People like Cha Wenbin relied more on their acquired skills rather than innate talent. It can be said that during that era, many people knew a thing or two about Feng Shui, but true masters were extremely rare.

  This Ah Fa's old home is from Jingmen, Hubei, where his grandfather's generation fled in a hurry. Jingmen is also known as the "Hometown of Ancient Tombs", with ancient tombs all over the place. In those years, when war was rampant, people began to extend their livelihood into the graves of the dead, that is, tomb robbery.

  Grave robbing is a rather evil craft, dealing with the dead often leads to heavenly punishment. Therefore, at that time, another profession was born, which was to help these grave robbers get rid of their grievances, and locals called this profession "Chui Ye".

  The earliest "Zhui Jia" originated from a group of people who jumped into the gods, and later those grave robbers encountered more troublesome masters, requiring someone with real skills to help them eliminate disasters, rather than just spiritual cleansing. As a result, some people who understood the Tao began to enter this profession, initially taking money and eliminating disasters for others; in the later period, "Zhui Jia" also entered the tomb raiding industry, according to the rules, after the artifacts were brought up, "Zhui Jia" would first choose an item they liked as a reward, and then help those grave robbers open the altar and perform rituals.

  A Fa's great-grandfather was a Daoist priest. According to him, this great-grandfather also inherited the Mao Shan school, with the honorific title of "Gui Yun Daoren". Zha Wenbin had never heard of such a person, and the Mao Shan school had many branches and scattered leaves, with many half-baked disciples learning a few tricks and daring to go out and establish their own schools. After all, being a respected leader is better than being a humble disciple serving tea and water.

  This great-grandfather, said to be from Jiangyin, now known as Maoshan, was probably quite skilled. To get rich, he ran all the way to Jingmen, Hubei, and later became a beggar there, got married and had children.

  This great-grandfather had a total of six sons and three daughters, but unexpectedly only raised A Fa's grandfather. The other eight were all cut off halfway, and not one was able to grow up. At that time, the village where they lived in Jingmen area was considered quite wealthy, everyone did the same thing, but there was one thing - the incense fire of every family was not prosperous, and those who had no children or grandchildren were even more numerous.

  The great-grandfather realized that he had done too many things that were against the will of heaven and reason, and everyone was suffering from retribution. So, he instructed his only son not to take another step into this profession, but instead taught him some Taoist things, so that he could do more good deeds in this life, accumulate virtue and make up for the past.

  After the old man passed away, it was his son's generation, that is, Afa's grandfather. The world had become very chaotic and the family situation began to decline. The son who inherited his father's six-part business started a refugee career with his family, originally planning to return to their ancestral home in Xiangshan, but unexpectedly ended up settling down in northwest Zhejiang due to various twists and turns.

  Having been used to the life of a wealthy family since childhood, after fleeing famine, he thoroughly became a representative of middle and lower peasants. So his grandfather planned to resume his old career, also to revive the family business. Being a grave robber can't be considered an honorable profession, it's even more shameful, everyone spits at this profession, let alone tomb raiders.

  In our area, due to the disruption of historical records, no one can clearly say what happened in the past. Although in the old forest, you can still see some large tombs built with stones, but none of them have a clear owner. The village is full of graves, and just taking my alma mater as an example, when building the school's foundation, the whole village had to manually remove human bones for half a month.

  Those tombs, mostly in disordered burial grounds, were layered on top of each other, and the years were all different. In that intense movement, these tombs were either flattened into fields or dismantled to build walls for pigpens at home. When I was young, various copper coins at home were all stored in jars, all picked up from those places.

  A Fa's grandfather, his vision is not ordinary, he doesn't do small things. If he does something, it must be a big deal. Where there are poor people's graves, it means that in the past, this place was prosperous and had many people, there must be large households, and there must be officials, what he wants to find is to dig up several large tombs.

  This guy not only understands the way, but also knows some Feng Shui. During the day, he goes up the mountain to open up wasteland like other villagers, actually looking for a place. After selecting the target, at night, he does that kind of thing again, naturally with ease. So, during that time, their family's conditions in our local area were considered top-notch. Because everyone was an escapee, no one knew anyone else, and those who didn't know thought they had a solid foundation, and everyone envied them.

  Later, he took a wife, who was Ah Fa's grandmother. Unfortunately, after giving birth to Ah Fa's father, that wife passed away. His grandfather knew this was another heavenly punishment, thinking that the family was still okay, lacking nothing, and decided to raise this son as well.

  In the remaining years, the old man didn't dig another hole. However, he couldn't stay idle, in case one day the family's fortunes fell, he still had to leave something for his descendants. So the old man started to go around and mark down all the spots he thought were good, writing them down in a notebook as an inheritance for his children and grandchildren.

  If aerial photography existed back then, Grandpa might have discovered this thrilling nest earlier.

  There is a saying, "You don't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain, only because you are in it." Although he spends his days hiding in those woods under the pretext of digging for herbs, he still doesn't know that beneath his feet lies a treasure trove, and one that devours people at that.

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