"It's a voice with ghosts, and it's a group of ghosts. The lethality of this sentence can be imagined." Chaozi, Zhuo Xiong, and Dashan almost immediately made defensive preparations, staring closely at the surroundings, but now the white light flashed over, except for branches and leaves.
Ordinary people can only see ghosts with their naked eyes in certain specific situations, such as when they are ill or with the help of some special tools, such as the cow tears used by Zhao Wenhao, and also in the following situations:
People with moles on their index fingers
2:47 AM face washer
Three: People with naturally dry and dull hair;
Four: People who have insomnia for no reason and belong to the dog sign.
People born at 1:44
Six: households with more than four wooden combs (the very old kind).
Seven: The forehead turns black for no reason, also known as people with a black "yintang" in our common language.
8: The person in the mirror of the bathroom at home can directly see the window.
9: The person who breaks a bowl on the Ghost Festival day of July 15th.
So, once the Eight Trigrams mirror was put away, everything naturally returned to normal. However, now that this person knew the true environment he was in, it was inevitable that his mind would start thinking about it. In fact, in such a situation, it's better not to think about it at all, as thinking too much would only lower one's courage. Therefore, Cha Wenbin immediately said: "Don't think, don't look, don't run around randomly, let's just pretend we know nothing."
These few people are good at this, they're not ordinary people. The more dangerous the situation, the calmer they become. What needs to be done now is to find that exit route and not let their eyes lose their sense of direction again.
"Turn off your flashlight, we won't turn on the lights, and don't care if it's a tree or a tombstone in front of us, just keep walking in that direction, don't look, don't touch, it's not hard to get out of this circle."
Feeling in the dark, I let my toes kick against the stone monument and feel the pain, I let the branches scratch my skin and leave scars, the road underfoot is difficult to walk, but in my heart it's like a bright mirror, as long as I'm brave, how many more obstacles can't be overcome.
When they saw the first starlight on their heads, Zha Wenbin knew he had walked out. Relighting the lamp, what was left behind was only a withered forest of trees that had long lost their vitality, leaving only bare branches. The light swept across, and several green eyes flashed at the top of a tree, Zha Wenbin said: "Don't be afraid, just a few owls, we've already walked out, what time is it now?"
Chaozi lifted his wrist to take a look at the watch, and the pointer on it showed that it was already 11:10. It seemed that they had spent quite some time walking out of this forest after all.
"There are still forty-five minutes until the appointed time, what should I do now?"
Cha Wenbin glanced down at the mountain, where the terrain was relatively flatter than before, but there were very few trees, all of which were bare and rocky. A few sweeps of the miner's lamp illuminated everything in sight.
"No signs of buildings were found." Soon, Zhuo Xiong, a seasoned and calm scout, reported this result to Cha Wenbin.
Yes, this is not a famous mountain or river, with deep valleys and hidden caves in the clouds. It's just a "small hill", but if it were really that ordinary, it wouldn't be called the 45th blessed place of the 72 blessed places of Taoism.
There was a place that caught Zhang Wenbin's attention, which looked like a fracture surface, or a protruding rock. The naked eye could only see this small area, and they had no ability to observe the lower part of the rock. It's just like when we stand in the middle of the roof, you can't see what's under the eaves because the eaves block your line of sight.
Soon, a rope was ready and several people slid down one after another.
People still have to swing the rope with force to land inside, and here are all over the rocks, but they have been polished smooth and clean, at a glance it can be seen that this was once a man-made relic.
"Found it, should be here."
"Clap, clap, clap", applause came from the darkness in the distance, "Indeed, quite a formidable character." It was the man with the low voice, and several people immediately became extremely vigilant and made all preparations.
"Still punctual, there are still five minutes before the agreed time. I wonder how much progress Zhang Palm has made since we parted ways in Kunlun?"
"Haha." Cha Wenbin laughed and said: "Since that's the case, why did you have to go through so much trouble to hide your identity? This doesn't seem like your style."
That voice walked out of the dark corner, under the light, he still wore that duck tongue hat, only his voice was no longer lowered. This was a voice beyond Cha Wenbin's expectation, yet within others' expectations: "Otherwise, Master Cha might not show up easily either. It is said that even if someone were to break down the threshold to invite you, you might not necessarily see them."
"Lao Dao?" Chaozi's mouth was about to drop open, this voice was indeed Lao Dao's voice, the one who had entered the Kunlun Mountains in charge of their safety and had jumped into that ancient well.
Cha Wenbin said with a bit of generosity: "I really didn't think you were still alive. I once calculated your fortune and the divination said you were already dead. I thought I was rarely wrong, but it seems I made a mistake this time. However, it's better to be alive than dead."
He took off his hat, revealing a cold and determined face. His eyes had an air of mystery that was hard to fathom, as if he was no longer the old knife he used to be.
It's not just the look in his eyes, but also the way he speaks and handles things that are completely different from before: "Let's not mention old times for now, I came to find you today because I want you to do something for me, this is something only you can do."
For Old Knife, Cha Wenbin understood that his sudden appearance was not so simple. He asked himself, although he had not been in the business for too long, but this person's fate had already been revealed by Cha Wenbin's divination. Now, a living person stood right in front of him. Since he could live, what about that memory?
But since Lao Dao made it clear that he wouldn't bring up past matters, Cha Wenbin was quite pleased. He knew what the other man was getting at and deliberately said: "Speak."
"Old Wang's work will be temporarily taken over by me. Although I don't have as deep a relationship with you all as he does, there's no need for you to be on guard against me either. Our cooperation has a foundation. You'll get what you want, and we also need to get what we need. Today, I need everyone's help to take a step forward into the real Ghost Gate. What do you think, Master Zha?"
"You didn't used to be in this line of work, did you? I could've sworn you were a bodyguard, a ruthless killer who's been through the battlefield, so how did you end up mixing with them?"
The old sword swung over his shoulder, and he looked up at the sky: "I am their man, and also the brother of those few brothers. My people are all buried in Kunlun, I have to give an account to their families. Originally, I was just taking money and selling my life for others, now my brother's family is taken care of by them, and I naturally don't have a choice. People can change, the only rule on the battlefield is survival, and I am no exception. You don't need to worry too much, I know very little, it's just that you want to ask things, after this matter is over, I will tell you what I know, what I saw, and what happened to me. Before it's over, I won't answer a single word more."
"Deal!" exclaimed Zhang Wenbin with a smile.
Lao Dao's mouth corners rose with a faint smile, which was really different from his previous self. The old Lao Dao was an expressionless man, a man who had seen through life and death and emotions, in his world there were only the strong, he didn't waste words, and he never spoke much.
This is the change that war and death bring to a person, but now Lao Dao has completely changed into another person. Is it really Lao Dao who has changed, or was he not Lao Dao from the beginning? If he is indeed Lao Dao, what kind of event could have thoroughly changed such a man? And how much does this matter have to do with himself? A series of questions swiftly fluttered through Cha Wenbin's mind. He knew that before it ended, he would not get any answers. Therefore, this was an unavoidable deal; he had no choice.
Lao Dao pointed to the ruins behind him and said, "It's said that there are some passages inside or underneath here that we need to go in and take a look. Mr. Cha, what do you think? Where should this door be opened?"
It is well known that many temples and pagodas have underground palaces, but Taoist temples are rare to have underground palaces, and there are even fewer records of them. This is because Taoism emphasizes ascension to immortality, unlike Buddhism which requires a stupa for worship after passing away. Therefore, finding a hidden door in this ruin would be somewhat difficult. However, since it was recorded that this mountain has a cave heaven, Zha Wenbin understood that this mountain was not as simple as it looked.
With every step, this is the simplest way to measure in ancient architecture. Every few steps, Zhen Wenbin needs to hold a compass combined with the stars, and then walk a few more steps, constantly changing his direction, constantly correcting himself.
After many twists and turns, he finally stopped, at this time his feet were not particularly special, just a pile of rubble, he used his toes to lightly point: "Here!"
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