The old man's health was very bad, and it was already very difficult to finish this, and he coughed several times in succession while sitting on the ground, and I wanted to go over to help him but stopped: "No need, remember what you promised me, you must send my ashes back." ”

I kept emphasizing when I heard what he said, and I thought to myself, isn't this old man knowing that he is dying? I heard that people who have Taoism can predict life and death, and then look at his appearance and secretly know that this old fairy is afraid that he can't bear such a toss, I heard Cha Wenbin say that this kind of thing like a game in the eyes of ordinary people is actually very draining, and a ** thing has to rest for a while to recover his spirit.

This method of yin and yang is that people in the yang world shuttle between the two worlds of yin and yang, get a glimpse of the heavens, and invoke the five elements to inevitably hurt their own essence; Dealing with gods and ghosts, killing and slaying fierce demons, will inevitably be contaminated with evil and yin, and will naturally eat the vitality of ordinary people. This is one of the reasons why good Taoist priests usually do not die well, often walking by the river, how can they not get their shoes wet, no matter how high the Taoism is, it is a mortal fetus after all, and it will be punished by a yin devouring heaven after all.

In this case, I couldn't help but admire the old man, so Zhengse hugged his fists and said to him: "The benefactor is above, and he is worshiped by the younger generation, no matter whether my brother can return to his original place or not, I will not dare to live up to the old man's wish." ”

"Okay, you can help me grind, no matter what, I must make sure that the ink does not dry and the handwriting continues." After that, he handed over a strange-looking inkstone, which was not the black inkstone we usually see, but was white and translucent. The inkstone is octagonal, slightly larger than the palm of the hand, and the inkstone pond in the middle is red, a little mottled and broken, I think it is very old.

The grinding stone is a cyan columnar stone, the top of this stone is carved with a grinning ghost, the appearance is very terrifying, I nest in my hand vaguely has a cold feeling into the spleen and lungs, I was about to add water to the inkstone, but the old man said: "Boy, pay attention, don't stop, the blood in this pool must not be dried up." ”

After that, the old man took out a dark dagger from his bosom, grinned at me with a mouthful of big black teeth, and then slowly pulled it out of his palm with one hand.

The blood was left in the inkstone pool in my hand, but the old man said, "What are you doing in a daze, grinding!" ”

"Oh, oh," I thought to myself, as I did so, and the old man could stand it, and his lips began to glow white.

"Uncle, you?" I wanted to say something, he tore a piece of cloth from his body and bundled it in the palm of his hand, then took out a brush and rolled it into the inkstone, and then motioned to me to stand next to him, and the old man began to draw around Cha Wenbin's body around him.

The pattern is really beautiful, just like the scroll on the bronze, one after another, the big red flowers, only the first half of the painting in the inkstone blood is gone. The old man took the time to untie the strip of cloth and add blood to it, I kept stirring to prevent the blood from coagulating, looking at his age, the gap in the palm of his hand pulled the flesh to both sides, but the old man didn't seem to care at all, only cared about the picture under his feet.

The pattern of the shape of a half-human head has been drawn, and then the limbs, the body of this picture does not exist, it seems to be borrowed from Cha Wenbin's body. There are flowers on this humanoid pattern, like lotus flowers but not like them, and there is a blood thread between each flower, like vines wrapped around the body. Although it is painted in blood, it looks a little holy, and it is not strange at all.

I could see it surprisingly, but I didn't notice that there was already a change in the atmosphere in the room, so that by the time I felt cold and swishing, the old man had finished the painting, and it took about half an hour.

The old man coughed twice and gasped for breath and said to me, "Boy, come and help me." ”

I hurriedly dropped the inkstone in my hand, and when the old man was pulled up, he sank twice in succession before he stood firm, and he said with a smile: "It's old, it's useless, you help me to sit in the west corner, and then you close the door and go out." ”

"You...... All right? "I saw that his body seemed to be at the end of a strong crossbow, and he kept coughing, and his face was even whiter than just now.

"An old bone, you go and guard the door, I estimate that in half an hour, your friend should wake up. When the time comes, it will be fine to take it back and take care of it for a few days, but you have to tell him that the things that hurt him are beyond his control, and you can send the evil thing to my small Taoist temple, and enshrine it under the statue of Sanqing, and you need to recite the Tao Te Ching three times every morning, noon and evening, and after seven days, it will be over with my Taoist temple as soon as it is burned. ”

"Burned? So where do you live? ”

He smiled, and he smiled quite happily, and said to me, "Don't forget what you promised me, and you must send me back to my hometown." ”

"This is natural, a gentleman is difficult to chase after a word, and the old gentleman is kind to me." I was about to say something more, but the old man waved at me and said, "Let's go, don't let people come in and disturb the old man." ”

Soon I smelled a strange fragrance outside the door, accompanied by a language I did not understand at all, and the old man was softly singing some kind of ballad. I'm a layman, and I'm a rough man, and I don't usually like music, but the songs I sang suddenly pulled my mind far away.

Smelling the faint fragrance wafting from the house, I suddenly felt like I was in a misty valley, full of flowers, surrounded by fairies, beasts and birds. It was as if there was an old man in green clothes in the hazy valley who was gently beating the strings around him, and several maids lit incense on the side, and it rose.

I followed the most beautiful music in the valley and walked slowly towards the man, and slowly I was stunned, and my heart was indescribably peaceful. Unfortunately, the man was always hidden behind the clouds, and I couldn't see his face clearly, so I wanted to see it all the more, so I walked in the direction of the man, but no matter how fast and far I walked, it seemed that the man had always kept that distance from me.

"Mr. Xia?" I was dazed when I heard someone call me, and a spirit woke me up, and it turned out that I was asleep leaning against the door.

I struggled to get up, it was He Zhonghua, he had been waiting outside for a long time and didn't see any movement here, so he came over to take a look.

"What time is it?" I asked.

He raised his hand to look at his watch and said, "It's a quarter past five." ”

"Oops!" As soon as I thought about it, the old man told me that Cha Wenbin should wake up in an hour, and I slept for four whole hours, and hurriedly struggled to get up and stick to the window to look in.

Inside, the old man was still sitting on the west side, where I had gone out, and he was looking at me, and I was looking at him. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, as if he was smiling at me, and I was so happy that I thought that it must be all right, so I shouted outside the door: "Sir, are you alright?" ”

No one answered, so I knocked on the door twice more and said, "If it's all right, we'll come in." ”

Still no one responded.

He Zhonghua looked at me, he was naturally sensitive as a police officer, "Maybe something happened!" ”

I actually felt this way in my heart, the two of them looked at each other and raised their feet and kicked the door, "bang, bang" twice, and the door opened. Just as I pushed the door in, I saw the old man's body slowly fall to the side, and I thought about it, but it was too late to help. He Zhonghua reached out and shook his head at me and said, "I'm out of breath, the time of death should be three hours ago, how is Mr. Cha?" ”

"Fortunately, the fever has subsided, and the person has not woken up yet."

"Send to the hospital, hurry!"

That night, if I remember correctly, it should have been just after twelve o'clock, and Cha Wenbin woke up. The first thing he said when he woke up was, "Is he okay?" ”

Similarly, if I'm not mistaken, Cha Wenbin has never seen the old man, he was in a coma with a high fever from beginning to end, could it be that he has ever woken up?

"Are you the one who rescued you?"

Cha Wenbin got up and pulled out the infusion needle and yelled at me, "Where is he? ”

In the white building on the mountainside, in the hall on the first floor, there was a coffin that had just been transported, the coffin was covered with yellow brocade, and someone had already dressed the old man, and at this moment he was lying quietly in the coffin, and the smile still hung on the corner of his mouth, as if he was asleep.

"Plop!" Cha Wenbin knelt down before he entered the door, he knelt and moved in step by step, kowtowing in three steps, and each time he slammed heavily on the marble, the sound was like hitting a bell.

"Don't do that." He Zhonghua went to pull him and persuaded him: "You don't know what is going on with your own body, isn't it in vain to practice yourself like this?" ”

Cha Wenbin spread his hand and said: "The grace of saving lives cannot be repaid!" He kowtowed all the way in like this, until Li Yunfeng came out of the funeral, Cha Wenbin didn't enter a drip, and knelt next to the coffin all day long, and knelt for three whole days!

It was only a few days ago that I learned that his name was Li Yunfeng, and it was only at that time that I heard about his past from the guests who came to mourn. Many of the people who came were big people, and these people had more or less asked Li Yunfeng, and he walked very peacefully, as if to tell the world that he could finally go home with peace of mind.

Many people have noticed the young man who has been kneeling, Li Yunfeng has no children and no grandchildren in his life, and Cha Wenbin has become the junior who holds the ashes for him. I told Cha Wenbin all the words he said before he died, but he gritted his teeth and only said one sentence: "This matter is not over!" ”

Later, Cha Wenbin went back to the room where he rescued him, looking at the still pattern on the ground, Cha Wenbin knelt down again for a while, kowtowed, and said: "Great kindness, unforgettable!" ”

He later told me that this picture is also called: "Zhou Wu Returns the Soul", which is rumored to be created by King Wu of Zhou, and the caster needs to introduce his own spirit into the blood water, with his own three souls as a guide, and the seven spirits as a bridge, in order to save people and turn things around. This spell, Cha Wenbin has never seen but only heard his master Ma Sufeng say that the caster will eventually die due to the exhaustion of essence blood, which is equivalent to one life for one life.

But what happened to Cha Wenbin to have this one? Listen to the next breakdown.