The next September, Zhang Wenbin was at home as usual. He hadn't gone out for a long time. A pot of clear tea and a stove with sandalwood fragrance.

  On the table was a piece of xuan paper filled with red characters. There were 72 characters in total, and these 72 characters would be the object of his study for this lifetime.

  "Knock knock knock", a knocking sound came from outside, it was rare for someone to disturb at this time in the morning.

  "Come in!" Zhang Wenbin said.

  The person who came was Dashan, Chaizi and Zhuoxiong. The two of them had already gone out to dig up treasures at this moment. He handed a letter to Zha Wenbin and said: "Wenbin brother, there is a letter for you."

  "Huh?" Zhang Wenbin hesitated for a moment, he couldn't remember who else would write him a letter, and this was also the first time in his life that he had received a letter from the post office.

  There was no return address on the envelope, only the recipient's address. The postmark showed that the letter came from Sichuan. It was a very ordinary envelope, which cost just a few cents at that time.

  Zha Wenbin tore open the letter, took a glance, and his eyebrows furrowed. He hastily instructed Da Shan: "Go bring those two back, the sooner the better!"

  Dashi didn't know what had happened, so he hurriedly rushed in the direction that Chaozi had mentioned earlier. However, the road was still a bit far, and by the time they returned, Zhaowenbin had already packed up all his things, including the small tadpole, which he took with him.

  Chaozi wiped the big sweat on his forehead and asked, "What happened?" He knew that Cha Wenbin was always calm and unhurried in doing things. Just now he was negotiating the price of a ceramic pot with Zhuo Xiong and an old farmer, when Dashan came rushing over, didn't even take the thing, and hastily turned back.

  "Do you still remember Old Wang?" Cha Wenbin said quietly.

  "Old Wang? He didn't go into Kunlun... " Chaozi's mind was a bit puzzled, why did Cha Wenbin bring up this pot again. At that time, when they woke up and saw the scene, if Old Wang really went in, what were the chances of him coming back alive?

  "Yes, at that time I calculated it, they have indeed passed away, but you see!" He said, waving the letter in his hand and handing it over to Zhuo Xiong.

  "Want to know Old Wang's whereabouts?"

  "Huh?" Chaozi was shocked and immediately said: "Continue reading!"

  Zhuo Xiong turned the letter over and over again, then said: "It's gone..."

  "What's going on? This can't be!" Chaozi said as he snatched it away, and indeed found that the letter only had these few words.

  "What?" Several people were somewhat puzzled and even suspected that this was someone's prank.

  Zha Wenbin said: "This letter, judging from the postmark, comes from Sichuan and a very interesting place, Fengdu Ghost City!"

  Chaozi somewhat disapprovingly said: "Fengdu? No need to bother with it, this is definitely someone's prank."

  "No, I have to go. Because not many people know the identity of Old Wang and me, and that time we slept for twenty-five days in a row, don't you think it's strange?"

  Chao Zi said: "What's so strange about it? Aren't we living quite well now?"

  "But I always feel that something must have happened during that time, and this 'Like-minded Book' is the best proof. Who gave me this thing? And who made such a big scar on Dashan brother's body? And what about this tadpole?! Originally, I thought that since this matter had already occurred, we didn't know about it, so let bygones be bygones. But now someone is making an issue out of this, can we just ignore it?"

  "Wenbin, are you saying that we once lost a piece of memory?" Zhu Xiong asked with narrowed eyes, because he had been having the same recurring dream lately. In the dream, Old Wang stood in front of him, his tongue stretched out long, and every time he wanted to ask Old Wang what was happening, Old Wang would suddenly disappear.

  "Although I dare not be certain, that great man had pointed out that we should choose to forget, but now this old sediment is likely to rise again. Since it wants to float up, why don't we go and take a look at what's going on?"

  Chaozi held the envelope and looked at it repeatedly. Except for Zhang Wenbin's address and name, there was only a postal stamp on it, which seemed to have little effect. He said, "No address, no name, what can we do if we go?"

  "Since you know my address, even if I don't go, he'll find a way to come to me anyway. Might as well just agree with him, once we get there, someone will naturally come looking for us."

  Fengdu, originally a famous Taoist site, did not belong to Chongqing at that time but belonged to Sichuan. In this land of Bashu, Fengdu was already a legendary town filled with stories. The modern city of Fengdu is actually a tourist city rebuilt by later generations based on some legends, and its origin is due to a legend of the Qiang ethnic group: Gui Di!

  The ghost emperor was actually the first great priest who moved here years ago, named Tu Bo.

  Because he was good at witchcraft, the world sighed that he was proficient in the art of gods and ghosts, so he was called "Ghost Emperor" and settled in what is now Fengdu City.

  In Fuzhou, what is most famous is not this city, but a mountain called Pingdu Mountain.

  Pingdu Mountain is the 45th blessed land of the 72 blessed lands in Taoism. In the past, it was also called Fengdu Mountain. Two famous Taoist masters, Yin Changsheng and Wang Fangping, have emerged from here.

  It is said that these two people are from this fairy mountain, and later generations mistakenly connected the surnames "Yin" and "Wang" together to become "Yin Wang", which was then distorted into "King of the Underworld". As a result, this good Taoist blessed land became a "Ghost City"!

  Of course, where there are famous Taoist mountains, there will naturally be the footprints of that person. Li Bai once left a sentence: "Laugh at the world's scholars, sink into the soul of Beifengdu". The general meaning is to say that those who dare to laugh at the people in the world will die and sink their souls to the North Fengdu Mountain for trial.

  This time, they didn't have the treatment of a special plane, and the train was their means of transportation. Along the way, Cha Wenbin looked out the window at the scenery, deep in thought. Except for when he was eating, he rarely spoke to anyone, and this time he had some inexplicable emotions in his heart. It was as if there was an unfathomable abyss in front of him, but he still wanted to jump into it, and whether he could climb back out again was even more unknown.

  After getting off the train station, I asked people and finally boarded the bus to this small town. When I got off the bus, it was already evening. At that time, Fengdu Town had a certain reputation, and tourists who came and went shared the night of this legendary hell on earth.

  Later, people built the Naihe Bridge, Huangquan Road and Wangxiang Pavilion here based on the description of the underworld. Standing on this Wangxiang Pavilion, I'm afraid that when you turn back, what you can see is nothing but the flashing camera lenses.

  They first found an inn to stay in, and the weather in September was still a bit hot here.

  A group of people were eating authentic Sichuan boiled fish, and they couldn't help but think of that year in the same season, when they went to Qingcheng Mountain, which led to an endless entanglement.

  It seems like a cycle, and now they're back again, still in the land of Bashu, only this time with different people and a different purpose. Last time, it was for someone else; this time, it's for themselves.

  After dinner, they were still discussing where to go tomorrow. They couldn't be completely aimless, but Cha Wenbin was not in a hurry.

  On the second day, outside the gate of the small town of Fengdu, there was an additional Taoist priest.

  This Taoist looks young, but the aura is not ordinary. He wears a purple and gold Taoist robe, a mixed yuan hat on his head, a pair of ten-square shoes on his feet, and carries a seven-star sword on his back. Next to him stands a large banner with four words: "Literary and Martial Arts are both Complete!"

  This Taoist generally sets up a sign, most of which are written with things like "fortune telling" and "eight-character physiognomy", etc. However, Wen Bin's sign is actually taken from his name: Bin!

  He didn't come here to look at feng shui or physiognomy, he came to find someone.

  Some tourists also came to ask the Taoist to calculate, but the Taoist only slightly opened his eyes and turned his head away, not looking at them again. This made those tourists very unhappy, and they scolded him behind his back: "What's wrong with you!"

  Three days passed in succession, the situation remained unchanged, and no special person was met. Cha Wenbin was neither anxious nor annoyed. Since the other party deliberately left him this clue, it would naturally appear.

  By the fourth day, the sun was about to set, and Zhang Wenbin was preparing to let Da Shan help him pack up. At this time, a man with a hat came over, his brim pulled down very low. Zhang Wenbin couldn't see his face clearly, but simply said: "It's getting late, I'm going to pack up."

  "When there's business to be done, don't worry about the time." The man's voice was also intentionally very low.

  "Never mind, let's come back tomorrow." Zhang Wenbin said calmly.

  "Are you afraid I won't give you money?" After saying this, the other person took out something from their pocket and put it on Zha Wenbin's desk.

  At that time, Chaozi wanted to rush up and beat this kid immediately, because what he took out was not RMB, but spirit money!

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