the last priest

Opening his eyes, there was a ray of light, white, and the pungent smell of medicine made Cha Wenbin frowned. When he inhaled, he felt intermittent pain in his chest.

This is already the third month of admission, and I can go home to recuperate today.

Three months ago, the Provincial Museum welcomed a group of foreign guests. Leng Yiran was the receptionist for this event and was responsible for explaining the collections in the museum.There was originally a dinner party for her to attend, but she has never been interested in socializing.

There is a large warehouse on the first basement floor of the museum. The warehouse is full of cultural relics that have just been delivered. Some need to be identified, some need to be cleaned up, and some are waiting to be repaired.

This kind of work is delicate work. It often takes several months for a collection to be exhibited from unearthed. There is an office next to the warehouse, which used to be cold and old.Doing this craft usually requires overtime work. Mr. Leng built a single bed in this small office, and now Leng Yiran lives here.

She has a new job in her hands. Several ancient tombs were stolen in the mountains in northwest Zhejiang. The archaeological team conducted a rescue excavation.For unknown reasons, none of the tomb robbers could get out of the ancient tomb, and they all suffocated to death in the tomb.

This incident has aroused great attention from above. There is a coffin with a phoenix in it, which is quite well preserved. When you lift it up, you can hear the sound of water in the coffin.The authorities judged that this was probably the first wet corpse discovered in our province. Judging from the age, it was at least 1000 years old. This coffin was sent to the basement of the museum yesterday.And Leng Yiran's job is to use instruments to scan out the corpses and funerary objects that may exist in the coffin.

In the weather of July and August, the basement of the museum was extremely gloomy and cold, with pale white lights beating slightly.Leng Yiran specially went back to approve a thin coat. The coffin has already been placed on the conveyor belt of the instrument. Modern technology must protect cultural relics to the greatest extent.

Press the button, the machine starts, and the conveyor belt slowly sends the coffin into the instrument.The end across the glass is the analysis room, Leng Yiran is staring at the computer screen, the X-ray machine imaging can clearly transmit the contents of the coffin to the computer.

On the screen, the image of a dead body was clearly identifiable. The computer analyzed the height and outline at the first time. It was a woman with a height of about 160. The body was well preserved.She was lying face up on all fours, and there seemed to be no funerary objects in the coffin.

Press the Enter key, and the image will be printed out, and she only needs to put the report on the director's desk to finish today's work.

"Drip..." There was a burst of noise from the printer, Leng Yiran went over to take a look, yo, it's a paper jam.

"This old machine keeps crashing, and I don't know how to get a new one." While muttering, she took out the jammed paper.

The paper was printed out slowly, because the paper had just been jammed, so it was a little wrinkled.She thought to herself: The new director is not as easy-talking as her father, so let's make another one.

"Okay, done!" Holding the new picture, Leng Yiran picked up a pen and prepared to sign her name.

"Where's the pen?" She said to herself, looking at the messy table turned over, it turned out that it was covered by the piece of waste paper just now.

Picking up the wrinkled report, Leng Yiran was about to dispose of it as waste paper. When she was about to rub it, a picture suddenly flashed in her mind, as if something was wrong.

She grabbed the large printed report that came out later and took a look. Sure enough, although the first sheet of paper was wrinkled, it didn't affect the imaging picture at all. The corpse on the picture was lying flat, with his hands crossed on his abdomen.

And the second piece of paper, the one that just came out, was taken out for comparison. The corpse was still lying flat, but the hands were on the sides of the body!

The difference between before and after was only 2 minutes, and the position of the hand changed!Leng Yiran can guarantee that the coffin did not move in the X-ray machine during these 2 minutes.

"Crack", the light flickered and then went out.Leng Yiran hurriedly searched the table, found the flashlight, turned it on, and walked quickly towards the exit. She felt that there must be something wrong with the coffin delivered today.

The door of the testing room was made of frosted glass. The light of the flashlight swept across, and a figure appeared outside the glass.

It was so late, there should be no one around, Leng Yiran held the flashlight tightly and took a few steps back.

There was a "boom", the glass door burst, and there was a scream from the basement...

The next day, people found her unconscious in the testing room, and the doctors were helpless after being sent to the hospital.

She and Cha Wenbin were separated by a day, admitted to the same hospital, and both were in a coma.

A week later, Cha Wenbin woke up, and almost at the same time, she woke up too.

This week, Leng Yiran also had a dream, a very long dream.

She dreamed that a woman in ancient clothes jumped out from behind the glass, and her nails were as sharp as daggers, sticking out straight towards her neck.At the same time, a blue light flashed by her side, and she felt that her body could no longer help herself.

After taking control, he moved back lightly, just in time to escape the catastrophe.

She was gently placed on the ground and completely lost her memory for a minute, but within that minute, she heard the following conversation:

"She must die!"

"Linglong, this is his choice and has nothing to do with her."

"I don't care, as long as this woman dies, he can live!"

"He refuses to accept it!"

"You get out of the way!"

Then, she saw that woman was slapped lightly by a man in Tsing Yi, and then she couldn't remember anything.

This person in Tsing Yi looks very familiar. Leng Yiran has seen this person in dreams more than once, and every time he sees his back, he looks very similar to Cha Wenbin.

Once, she once wondered if she cared so much about that man that all she saw in her dream was his back.But in the past few days, she has been repeatedly thinking about the scenes she heard and saw before she lost her memory. Why did that woman die by herself?Why can he live when he dies?who is he?Is it Cha Wenbin?He was hurt badly...

Leng Yiran can go down to the ground after waking up. She was not injured at all, and Cha Wenbin was hospitalized on the floor above her.Chaozi Zhuoxiong and Dashan took turns to take care of him. Although he was awake, he was seriously injured by this accident. His lungs were pierced by ribs, which meant that half of his life was lost. Internal injuries cannot be healed in a short time.

Leng Yiran often went back, and looked at the man wrapped in various instruments by the window, feeling a little heartbroken and uncomfortable.

She was discharged from the hospital, and the coffin caught fire, and it was completely burned together with the instrument.This was a major safety accident for the museum, and cultural relics belonged to the state property. As the only person present at the time, Leng Yiran had to be responsible.After returning, what awaited her was a dismissal letter.

Three months later, Zha Wenbin was discharged from the hospital. He suddenly seemed to have aged ten years, with gray hair on his temples.

After returning home, he first opened the incense hall, put up all the tablet tablets of the previous heads of the Tianzheng lineage, and called Hetu over.

Without giving any reason, Tong Hetu was expelled from the sect, and his seal, magic weapon, Taoist robe, and everything related to Taoist priests were all confiscated.

Cha Wenbin made him kneel in front of his ancestors and swear a poisonous oath: From now on he will not be a Taoist priest!

In 14 AD, on this day, it was Qingming, and Hetu and I met again.He said, Xiao Yi, I still remember how he liked you so much when I was young, what a pity, otherwise you might be my senior brother.

I said, there is nothing to regret, I always remember that he saved me and my aunt's life.

I asked, Hetu, can you understand what he did?

He said yes.Because Taoist priests will deal with gods and ghosts, if too many secrets are leaked, there will be no good end after all.So now he only helps people to look at Feng Shui, and he will not take up fortune-telling work no matter how much money is given.Now people like him are no longer called Taoist priests, Feng Shui masters, or senior consultants of so-and-so.

Grandpa’s foundation fundraising was viewed by Hetu. Not far away, the hill opposite is Qilipu, which is the village where Cha Wenbin lives.

He said, "Let's go, let's take you to see him."

"Okay, I'm going to buy some incense paper."

The mountain is not high, and I also climbed it when I was a child. It was still the chestnut forest, and Hetu and I often went to pick raspberries to eat when we were young. Those things like to grow on the graves.

"There seems to be someone." I saw a woman in white who seemed to be standing on a mountain bag.

"She, she comes every year."

"Then does she know now?" I wondered, did Zha Wenbin tell her why the woman named Jiang Linglong wanted her to die.

"Maybe I know, maybe I don't know, in short, with the character of the master, I will never let this happen."

Carrying the offerings of joss sticks, that woman also saw us, her face was still so clean, she rarely managed a smile: "You guys are here, this is Xiao Yi, I haven't seen you for many years."

I was at a loss for words, what should I call her?Aunt Leng, or Sister Yiran?