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  Many people know about this great temple, and Hong Village was very lively that day. Almost all the able-bodied laborers in the village were mobilized, and some elderly people over 70 years old gathered together to talk about the legends of this great temple. It's really funny to say that after this incident, many people went to burn incense under that big water pine tree. A group of rural old women held baskets full of ingots, waving incense paper and holding offerings, as if they had seen a Bodhisattva descending from the sky. They lined up in front of the tree, knocking their heads and making offerings, which made me feel both angry and amused.

  The village's branch secretary and my father were old acquaintances. This matter could be big or small, but at that time the country's control over public opinion was still very strict. Hongcun had been quiet for over a hundred years, and perhaps this one thunderclap would bring trouble. So they decided to keep everything confidential, saying that if it got out, the whole village would be haunted by ghosts every day, and which family's daughter would dare to marry into this place?

  The pit that people were about to fall into was covered with bamboo mats. All the burial objects in the tomb were protected on the spot, and no one was allowed to move them. Of course, no one dared to move them either. A few small hooligans who wanted to take charge saw a group of militiamen holding various objects and retreated obediently. Xia Jia Liu, the man who wore red pants and chased after Red Guards with a knife that year, as long as he was there, no one dared to be disobedient.

  The village chief held a loudspeaker to direct the scene, and onlookers surrounded the entire temple in three layers. In the end, it was my father who fired an empty shot into the air that barely calmed down the commotion.

  In the end, it was Cha Wenbin who went in first. He carried a bag of sulfur and scattered it everywhere, causing the dense centipedes to be disturbed and scurry about wildly. Many were killed on the spot. The bodies were also carried out by him alone, except for my father and several militiamen from the village who had the good fortune to go in and take a look.

  After that, the people of Gao's family cried and carried the body out with a sheet, put it on a flatbed cart and pulled it back. The bricklayers who had been ready for a long time immediately started working, piling up bricks and cement at the entrance. At that time, what was the situation? That year, Hongcun village happened to be preparing to build a new primary school, and the villagers decided to bring all the cement bricks for building the school here immediately, stacking them layer by layer, and more than a dozen bricklayers started working at the same time, busy until dusk before stopping. Of course, someone joked that this seal was like Khrushchev's atomic bomb, which would not be so easy to blast open, almost all the steel and cement for building the school were used here, why do this? Because it didn't belong to our era in the first place.

  The temple was locked up, with a steel lock. All the things inside had to wait for the village to study and deal with them later. At that time, it was said that this matter had already shocked the higher-ups, but of course, that's another story. In short, the unrest in Hong Village started from that incident.

  After this incident, the name of Cha Wenbin began to make a big noise. Perhaps from then on, this young man in his early twenties, who was about my age, started to be frequently invited: to see the feng shui, to calculate the divination, to give names to children, to choose auspicious days for weddings, to build houses and repair tombs, to handle funeral affairs, in short, all matters related to this line of work began to seek his help.

  Cha Wenbin's face is actually very thin, he seems to not understand what rejection means. He once told me that he was afraid of seeing others' disappointed expressions. At that time, Cha Wenbin also didn't know what it meant to reveal secrets. In an era where information wasn't well-developed, his reputation relied on word-of-mouth, and many people spread rumors that he was a certain someone's reincarnation or something similar. However, his influence only maintained in the surrounding towns at that time, and many people viewed him as a heroic figure.

  It was also that year when Cha Wenbin met a person named Guan Fei, but that's another story.

  Ye Qiu woke up that night, but when he came to, his state was no different from when he had just crawled out of the coffin. He didn't recognize me and didn't even know who he himself was, yet he could call out the name "Chen Wenbin".

  It was around 9 pm, I had been tossing and turning for a day and night, and I was sleeping soundly. Around 9 pm, I was woken up by the urge to pee, so I thought of going to the toilet. As I passed by Ye Qiu's room, I saw that his light was on. I remembered turning it off, so I pushed open the door, and he was leaning against the headboard, staring blankly ahead, but his face didn't look very good, a bit pale.

  After seeing me come in, he didn't have any reaction. Honestly, at that moment I thought the person I brought back was an idiot. I asked him several questions and called his name in front of him, but he didn't respond. He just stared at the wall of my house, still tightly grasping that broken knife. Mentioning this makes me even angrier - he even holds onto the knife while taking a bath, no matter how you try to pry it loose, it's impossible.

  "Ye Qiu, wake up, are you hungry?" I asked. He didn't respond or look at me. I wasn't satisfied and asked again: "How's the injury, how do you feel?" He still looked dead, staring straight ahead. I followed his gaze and glanced over, on the wall opposite us was a plastic poster of a cat holding a golden ingot with the words "Cat Brings Fortune" written above it. This kind of thing used to be popular in rural areas, who knows if your family had one too.

  So I stretched out my hand and waved it back and forth in front of his eyes, but he didn't even blink. I found it boring and went to find Zhang Wenbin instead. This guy was also exhausted, sleeping soundly on the floor of my room with a snore.

  I kicked Zhang Wenbin a few times, but he just turned over and continued sleeping. He was really tired, so I came up with a vicious plan. I ran to the door and found my smelly socks and put them under his nose. His nostrils started shrinking, and his eyebrows began to twitch. The frequency of his nostrils shrinking got faster and faster, until he finally let out a "hum" and was woken up by the smell.

  As soon as I saw him laughing loudly, he was very angry. Just about to scold me, I said: "Ye Qiuxiang woke up, like a wooden stake, asked three times and didn't know, didn't say a word. You go take a look if his soul is gone. To be honest, do you need to get him something to summon his soul?"

  As I followed Zhang Wenbin, I went to Ye Qiu's room again. He was still in the same posture, but this time he actively turned his head and looked at me for a moment. Oh, no, actually he was looking at Zhang Wenbin, because he spoke first, using his usual tone of voice that was neither dead nor alive, saying: "Zhang Wenbin."

  Zha Wenbin sat down like an old friend and smiled: "It's me, you still recognize me, how do you feel, is it a bit better?"

  He didn't answer Zhang Wenbin's question, but instead asked: "Who is Ye Qiu?"

  Cha Wenbin asked: "Is it you? The name Ye Qiu was told by you, do you still remember Zhuangyuan Village?"

  He shook his head, and Cha Wenbin asked again: "Black Dragon, do you still remember?" Seeing Ye Qiu shake his head again, Cha Wenbin pointed to the knife in his hand and said: "It's this knife, do you still remember where it came from?"

  When it came to this topic, I saw Ye Qiu's eyes light up for the first time. He lowered his head and gently stroked the knife as if it were his own child. I thought he would finally remember something, but he shook his head again and said: "My knife tells me you're a good person."

  "How can you still remember me?"

  She pointed to her own head and said, "There's a scene that has been lingering here, in that scene there is you. When I opened my eyes for the first time and saw you, I knew I recognized you, and your name was already in my mind."

  "What's going on?" This question was also what I wanted to know, and I really hoped that Cha Wenbin could tell me where Pangzi was.

  "There is a well." Ye Qiu said: "There are many people around me, but they are all blurry, I can't see their faces clearly, only you are clear." Just as he was saying this, Ye Qiu suddenly became very painful, covering his head with his hands: "It hurts so much, no, it hurts too much."

  Looking at Ye Qiu rolling around in pain on the bed, I knew this person wasn't faking it. The sweat beads on his forehead were like rain, and the blue veins bulging one by one were extremely high. Cha Wenbin hurried over to help but was at a loss for what to do. After about five minutes, I saw that the sheets were almost completely soaked through with his sweat, and he gradually stopped moving.

  Zha Wenbin handed him a glass of water and asked: "What's wrong with you?"

  Ye Qiu didn't take the cup, he leaned there and said: "Can't think, thinking hurts, my head feels like it's going to explode. I remember I said something to you."

  "What's up?" asked Cha Wenbin.

  "After going down, it's possible that one of us will be left behind and can't come out, that person will die."

  With a "crash", the water cup in Cha Wenbin's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. My heart was pulled back to that day at that moment, I also remembered what Ye Qiu said earlier, and I still remember what Pangzi said: "There are five of us, which is 20% probability, I'm quite lucky, don't believe it's so bad for you guys?"

  "Each has his own destiny."

  Back in the house, he kept playing with that piece of jade. That day was when he brought out such a small thing from there. Looking at it makes me uncomfortable. I said to Cha Wenbin: "Do you believe what that guy said?"

  Zha Wenbin nodded and said, "Believe me, he has no reason to deceive me. You've just met him, haven't you? He didn't know anything either. There must be a huge secret on this person's body, but we have no way of knowing what it is. Perhaps only he knows a little about it."

  "Who?" I asked.

  "The person who brought him back that year." Cha Wenbin paused for a moment, although he was very reluctant to mention the name, but he still said: "Ye Huan."

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