the last priest

Cha Wenbin then throws out a deduction that makes Lao Leng even more difficult to breathe: "I'm afraid it's more than that. What happened thousands of years ago has already changed, and the real address of a tomb has moved a hundred kilometers to the west. The ancient times without writing and records may not be impossible."

"Wen Bin, Wen Bin, take it easy." Old Leng caressed his glasses frame with trembling hands. At this moment, he only felt that what he was stepping on would be a miracle enough to attract the attention of the whole world.

Touching the big bare stones on both sides, Leng Lao said: "If Liang Siyong hadn't discovered the ruins of the Yin and Shang Dynasties in 1934, then this dynasty might have remained a mystery forever, and it is impossible to explain whether it existed or not. History has always been made up of Later generations went to confirm it, and all guesses may be overturned by a piece of tile. No one knows what is under the Dayu Mausoleum in Kuaiji Mountain, and no one will care about it. It has long been a tourist attraction. If This is really here, Wen Bin, tell me, what did you see? Is it Dayu's coffin?"

Cha Wenbin just smiled, then turned to Lord Liu and said, "Do you know how many ways there are in this world to kill a person?"

Master Liu pointed to a strong man beside him and said, "He knows no less than a hundred ways to kill people."

"He is your trained fighter. If I want to kill someone, it's very simple. As long as I get everyone's horoscope, I can kill you anytime and anywhere."

Master Liu smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Cha was joking, how could you kill us?"

"I don't want it, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want it. Not only does he want your life, but he also wants my life."

"How do you say this?"

Zhuo Xiong took a step forward and said, "Master Liu, if we hadn't gone in before, I'm afraid Brother Wen Bin would have been in trouble. Someone used magic to set up a formation inside, and he almost..."

Master Liu asked, "Is there anyone in this world who understands Taoism better than Cha Wenbin?"

"Not only Taoism, Southwest witchcraft, Miaojiang voodoo, shaman, Maoshan art, none of them can easily kill people invisible. I am just a small way. There are heaven and man outside the world, and real masters are not rare like me. Just show your face, do you understand Qin Hai's background?"

"Understood." Master Liu replied with certainty, "everyone of us who survived at that time has a file in my file, including Qin Hai's, which year he was born, which year he went to school, and which year he started working. It’s all recorded, it’s unmistakable, he was a student before joining Mr. He’s sect…”

Cha Wenbin took a step forward and said, "What about before you became a student? Are you sure that he will always be recorded in the file?"

Mr. Liu let out a breath of cold air, squinted his eyes for a while with his hands on his cheeks, and really remembered something: "There are three years of his records that can't be found, and the files only say that he was sent to Sichuan to join the queue as an educated youth. There is no record of which brigade or squad it is in. But it’s only been three years, Mr. Cha has learned Taoism for decades, will there be any problems?”

"Among the Eight Immortals, Han Xiangzi only needs to learn Taoism for ten years to be in the immortal class. If someone is talented and intelligent and trained by an expert, it is impossible to become an immortal in two or three years, but it is enough to learn some harmful skills. It’s gone.” Thinking of that golden mask, there were a million people in Cha Wenbin’s heart who didn’t want to connect, but when he heard that Qin Hai went to Sichuan, he was the first thing he thought of.

"Then let's take someone to look for it!" Master Liu is a person who has been beaten in the rivers and lakes and licked blood from the knife edge. If he can ascend to a high position today, how can he fail to hear Cha Wenbin's voice-over.Since Cha Wenbin thinks that Qin Hai is the one who murdered him, even if he is still alive today, there is no guarantee that he will not die at his hands one day, and his method of killing has exceeded his own cognition. With Bin here, he felt a little guilty.

Zha Wenbin said: "I don't think so. It's not the first time he's gone in. He's very familiar with this place. We have a lot of people, and it's easy to expose the target. He's in the dark. If we want to hide and seek, let's find him." It's laborious, at least judging from the jade ring at present, there is only such an entrance. Since it is a map, it is not ruled out that he also has a copy, or he got it from the dead Wang Jun, otherwise why would he enter He Lao We might as well evacuate first, and with Master Liu's ability, we can mobilize some people to surround this mountain, I don't think it will be difficult."

"The supplies in the backpack can last at most one more day. I will do as you said. After I go out, I will contact you to make arrangements to ensure that not a single fly can fly out of Youling."

Cha Wenbin glanced back at the door and said: "Don't worry, he will definitely come out. The masters inside are neither immortals nor demons, but they are stronger than immortals and more ruthless than demons."

A day later, all the vehicles running through the Youling Tunnel encountered checkpoints, and all soldiers with live ammunition carefully checked every passing vehicle, and there were countless black paint on the ten-square-kilometer hill. Painted Bayi bars.

Three days later, news came from the customs office in the provincial capital that Cha Wenbin had seen Uncle Chang, but the girl named Susu had disappeared, and the tripod foot was also missing.

Seven days later, Qin Hai landed on the remote ridge, and the place where he landed was the top of the mountain where they shot the lynx that day, the pyramid-shaped stone building that had collapsed, and there was a deeper passage below it.

There are still many things I can't explain about this story of Youling. Since then, iron wires have been built on both sides of the place.

Some people say that it is now a secret experimental area, and the common people are not allowed to enter, and the ten-square-kilometer hill has been a restricted area for a long time; Like the predecessors, he also did not come out.

About Youling, I asked Tong Hetu, and he said that he got nothing but adding a new tomb to the ancestral tomb mountain.

I asked, what about the jade ring and the star ball?And whether the woman in red is Leng Yiran, Hetu's answer is simple: secret!

As for Qin Hai, I later found Chaozi through Hetu for verification. In a private room of a luxury club, smoking Daqianmen cigarettes, he drank a few glasses of wine, stared at the bottle and said: dead !

The level of that matter was too high, and the things involved were beyond the reach of ordinary people like us, so that when the parties concerned talked about it, they kept silent.But Youling is still the same Youling, standing alone on the Tianmu Mountains, and there are still many vehicles passing Youling every day, but there has not been a single bloody accident since that year...

Later, I went to study, and slowly began to walk out of the mountain. I came to the city, to the provincial capital, and the time to go home gradually became less and less.Like many readers, I have been exposed to the Internet, the latest subjects, and some popular games. I have learned constellations and tower cards.

When the little bully game consoles when I was a child began to be replaced by computer games, those ancient scriptures and spells were also overwhelmed by pop music and modern fast food literature.Taoist priests began to put on Taoist robes to make a living, gesticulating with swords in their hands, and performed their Tiangang stepping clouds in front of groups of tourists holding cameras and mobile phones. The incense candles originally used for worship have also changed from cheap to packaged.

Occasionally in this city, one or two people can be seen running in the woods with gossip charts and thread-bound books in their hands. The urban management officers wearing red armbands waved the weights and walkie-talkies in their hands.

Every time someone asks me, Xia Yi, is this story you told true?

I'm always smiling, when the false is true, the true is also false, and when the true is false, the false is also true.

Some people will ask me, does Cha Wenbin exist?Is he really that good?

I don't know how to answer, in my heart, Cha Wenbin, he is the last Taoist...

After Youling, I met Cha Wenbin once, but not at his house, but at another place.

The aunt who was rescued by him passed away, and I was no longer a child to attend her "second" funeral.Zha Wenbin also came that day. He brought the copper coins he cut and the incense candles he made, burned incense, burned paper, and left without doing anything.Someone greeted him, and someone wanted Cha Wenbin to be a mage for his aunt, but Cha Wenbin just smiled and left without saying a word.

At the wine table, the old people ate white tofu and drank cheap white wine. They talked about the past: how did Cha Wenbin take the sword and seal from the hands of the underworld in the thrilling crossing of the Immortal Bridge more than ten years ago? Rescued my aunt and let the dead woman live for more than ten years. If there is no Cha Wenbin, they say my aunt has never even watched a color TV, let alone his son later gave him a gift. She went to the provincial capital to see the West Lake.

They described wonderfully how majestic Zha Wenbin was that night, his Taoist robe, his talisman paper, while pushing cups and changing cups, those old people talked about the past with spit and stars.

That day, I asked my grandmother why Uncle Wenbin didn't show up in the dojo this time, and my grandmother said that Cha Wenbin hadn't shown up for a long time.

I thought to myself, when the sky is free, I will go and see him. After all, he saved me once when I was a child. Although I didn't recognize him as a master, I have an indescribable affection for him.But after that thought, I went back to the city again. The fast urban life made me temporarily forget about Uncle Wen Bin who has been in the mountains in the northwest.

When Hetu and I were both drunk at the wine table, he told me more about Cha Wenbin later. I think I can probably start with this incident...