The eight characters of birth are brought from the womb, and also established when we first breathe in the air after birth. This thing will accompany us for life. Through the eight characters of birth, people who understand can calculate future fortune, marriage, career, and disaster; similarly, if it is obtained by a villain, he can use this eight characters to make you walk into bad luck, or even take your life.

  Normally a person only has one BaZi corresponding to their fortune, some people also use special methods to change the bad luck in their fate, which is commonly referred to as getting through those bumpy roads.

  But fate is predetermined by heaven, and some pits can't be filled up by human power, nor can they be calculated. At this time, someone thought of another way: borrow the eight characters!

  How can these eight characters be borrowed? Each person has only one set of eight characters corresponding to themselves. If they lend it to you, what will they do?

  The answer is cruel, that is to raise a little ghost, also known as infant spirit. These infant spirits were taken out of their mother's body on the day they were born, and their birth date was already determined.

  Those babies who died before they were born, because they had not experienced the world, so they did not understand good and evil, only knew to repay the person who raised them. In Southeast Asia, there are some wealthy businessmen who use this method to change their bad luck.

  Because these infant spirits are able to communicate with the spirit world, they can predict some potential dangers, allowing their masters to think of countermeasures in advance. However, if they encounter a major calamity that is unavoidable, these wealthy merchants would use the infant spirit's birth date and time to take the blame for themselves, which is known as "transferring the calamity".

  The paper in Chao Zi's arms was written with the infant spirit he found in the wine jug at Shi Tou's house that day. Although this infant spirit had been superimposed by Cha Wenbin, it allowed Chao Zi to accumulate its yin virtue, and use the remaining luck to help Chao Zi survive a disaster.

  The time has come when it is needed, Zha Wenbin puts this talisman in front of Chaozi and mutters to himself.

  As Zhang Wenbin's speech accelerated, one corner of the talisman paper actually moved a few times. He took out the exorcism bell and shook it, pointing at the talisman with his right hand, shouting "Rise!" Slowly but surely, the talisman really stood up.

  At first it was still shaky, but later it stood upright and straight, as if there was a small stick stuck to its back and inserted into the ground.

  Zha Wenbin took out the lighter and bent down to light it up, "Boom" sounded, although the paper horse ignited immediately, but the rising smoke kept hovering at a height of less than half a meter, constantly rolling up and down, never drifting or dispersing.

  Take out the rootless water, and with a swift motion of the middle finger, tap a few times towards the smoke, reciting: "Draw talismans for people, fall to the ground and take root; borrow your eight characters, cross his heavenly calamity! The Supreme Lord Laozi's urgent order!"

  The smoke in the middle began to sink slowly downwards, and the splashed water column seemed to be dispersed into these smokes, forming a layer of faint mist. These mists gradually started to change and eventually formed a human figure that was only as big as an infant.

  This human-shaped mist is the infant spirit's lingering soul that has not dispersed, as it did not truly leave the world. The earth and heaven souls cannot sense its existence, so the three souls cannot unite. Even in death, its soul will neither disperse nor gather nor reincarnate, becoming a wandering but mindless wild ghost.

  That little kid-like misty void stepped forward, just like a toddler who had just learned to walk, constantly sucking on his fingers and making "ya ya" sounds as he walked towards Zha Wenbin.

  Wen Bin saw this and couldn't help but smile, saying: "Little doll, the time to repay him has come. Once your spirit is scattered, your earth soul will be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation in the next life. I have already given you a chance to transcend, and in the next life, you will find a good family."

  The little man in the smoke and fog made a bow to Cha Wenbin, his appearance was quite comical. The little man wanted to give him a kneeling salute with his unstable body, but was repeatedly shouted by Cha Wenbin: "No need, no need, his time is almost up, you have to hurry on your way."

  Farewell, Zha Wenbin. The swirling mist then twisted and turned to Chaozi's side, bent its knees, and knelt down before him. Xu Kong knocked his head three times in the air towards Chaozi, then turned around and walked towards that crystal clear place.

  Zha Wenbin watched as the group of people disappeared into the distance, becoming thinner and more indistinct until they were no longer visible.

  He turned back to look at Chaozi, whose two eyes were already closed, and his face had a bit of color. It seemed that after resting for a while, he would be fine. Whoever encountered this kind of injury would lose some vital energy and need to take good care of themselves in the future, but at least their life was saved.

  This kid is done for today, first taking down Zhuo Xiong and then Chao Zi, Cha Wenbin has been crippled, the wings of this Taoist dragon have been cut off.

  Let Chaozi settle down like Zhuo Xiong, originally they shouldn't have come here either, and there was no intention of letting them come, what's left is to face it alone by oneself.

  Looking ahead at that short tens of meters road, Zha Wenbin sincerely missed it: Old buddy three-legged toad!

  At some point, the one accompanying him was that toad. He patted the sun wheel in his arms, which was his only memory with it. A familiar warmth suddenly came, making him temporarily forget the cold here.

  Let's go, there is still the unknown waiting ahead, let's go, fate has arranged it this way. Cha Wenbin felt that such an ending was what he wanted and was the best, because he had long known one thing: to enter from the gate of death, someone must die! This is the rule, no one can change it, to enter from the gate of death, you must pay with your life to pass through safely, otherwise you will never be able to pass. Now that they have both survived two calamities, only he himself is left to face it.

  If Zhu Xiong were awake now, he would loudly stop it because he saw it, he had seen this ending from the very beginning, Chaozi's prophecy has come true, although the one who ate the spider is himself rather than Chaozi.

  What about Cha Wenbin, will he make it?

  "Old fellow, where are you?" He had been lonely all his life, without a single true friend who understood him, except for it: the toad.

  Moved, this now somewhat thin but straight back; moved, the Seven Star Sword that has been passed down for thousands of years from a famous Taoist family; moved, the last master of the Orthodox Taoist sect in the world; moved, the last Taoist in my memory.

  The tenth step forward was a row of fine, small black pebbles that were densely buried in the ground to form a fine line. Although this line was black in color, it did not escape Zhang Wenbin's eyes. This was a life-and-death boundary; once he stepped across it, he would no longer belong to him.

  Footsteps fell to the ground, wind rose in all directions, accompanied by the "whooshing" sound of cold wind, and countless ghosts that suddenly appeared out of thin air, among them was his old acquaintance: Stone Daddy! This line is like an invisible wall, hiding too many things.

  This was a group of mindless spirits, their goal was to tear apart the person who had intruded into the underworld, regardless of whether they were male or female, old or young. At this moment, Cha Wenbin's heart no longer held any sympathy.

  The wind rises, the talisman rises, the curse rises, the sword rises!

  The fluttering talismans accompanied the sword lights, and his body struggled to move forward against the raging gale. It was unclear whether it was because of the strong wind or the numerous impurities, but his Taoist robe was being torn apart bit by bit, leaving new scratches on his clothes with each step forward.

  The snow-white Taoist robe was stained with shocking bloodstains, which were constantly being added, soaking through his clothes and dyeing the hilt of his sword red. It wasn't someone else's blood, but his own, as if he had walked into a narrow path filled with thugs wielding steel whips on both sides, each step earning him a brutal lash.

  There are too many, for thousands of years, the souls trapped here because of "soul-grabbing grass" are too numerous. All the souls hope to seize this opportunity that has been waiting for a thousand years, kill him and make him their scapegoat. This is the only way for them to reincarnate, he doesn't blame them.

  The ruthless Seven Star Sword was like a harvester, wherever the sword light flashed by, it immediately disappeared into nothingness. This was just a group of ordinary souls, they didn't do anything wrong, everyone has the right to survive, including Cha Wenbin.

  When his eyes began to shed the first drop of blood, that white Taoist robe had already turned red, and the scene Zuo Xiong saw finally appeared.

  Cha Wenbin stood less than three steps away from the center, and the Seven Stars Sword could no longer be raised. He stood there with his sword held high, as steady as Mount Tai!

  Is he dead? No one knows, if they saw that face with all seven orifices bleeding, everyone would think he's dead.

  No, he didn't die, because none of those ghosts dared to get close, for behind Cha Wenbin stood another person wielding the Seven Stars Sword, and this person was the true White Robed Hero, with an aura that soared!

  Is it human? No, it's a soul!

  Announcement: The next chapter will be presented tomorrow: Soul Dance!

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