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    When he opened his eyes, he saw a ray of light, white, and the pungent smell of medicine made Zha Wenbin frown. Inhaling, he felt intermittent pain in his chest.  This is already the third month since I was admitted to the hospital, and I can go home to recuperate today.  Three months ago, the provincial capital 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 had never been interested in socializing.  There is a large warehouse on the underground floor of the museum. The warehouse is filled with cultural relics that have just been delivered. Some need to be identified, some need to be cleaned, and some are waiting for restoration.  This kind of work is a delicate one. It often takes several months for a collection to be unearthed and exhibited. There is an office next to the warehouse, which used to be Leng Lao's.  Doing this craft usually requires overtime work, so Mr. Leng built a single bed in this small office, and now Leng Yiran lives here.  She has a new job on her hands. Several ancient tombs were stolen in the mountains in northwest Zhejiang, and the archaeological team conducted a rescue excavation.  For some unknown reason, none of the tomb robbers could get out of the ancient tomb, and they all suffocated to death in the tomb.  This matter has attracted great attention from above. Among the unearthed cultural relics is a coffin depicting a phoenix. It is quite well preserved. When you lift it up, you can hear the sound of water inside the coffin.  The authorities judged that this was probably the first time a wet corpse was found in our province. Judging from the age, it was at least a thousand years old. The coffin was sent to the basement of the museum yesterday.  Leng Yiran's job is to use instruments to scan the possible corpses and funerary objects inside the coffin.  In the weather of July and August, the basement of the museum was extremely cold, and the pale white lights danced slightly.  Leng Yiran specially went back to get a thin coat, and the coffin had been placed on the equipment's transmission belt. Modern technology must protect cultural relics to the greatest extent.  Press the button, the machine starts, and the conveyor belt slowly feeds the coffin into the instrument.  Across the glass was the analysis room. Leng Yiran stared at the computer screen. The X-ray machine could clearly transmit the contents of the coffin to the computer.  On the screen, the image of a corpse was clearly visible. The computer immediately analyzed the height and outline. It was a woman with a height of about 160cm. The corpse was quite well preserved.  She was lying face up and her limbs were flat, and there seemed to be no burial objects in the coffin.  Press the Enter key and the image will be printed. She only needs to put the report on the director's desk and her work for the day will be over.  "Beep" There was a noise from the printer. Leng Yiran went over and took a look. Oh, it's a paper jam.  ¡°This old guy¡¯s phone keeps crashing and he doesn¡¯t know how to get a new one.¡± She murmured as she took out the jammed piece of paper.  The paper was printed slowly. Because the paper had just been jammed, there were some wrinkles.  She thought to herself: The new director is not as easy to talk to as her father, so she should try again.  "Okay, done!" Holding the new picture, Leng Yiran picked up the pen and prepared to sign her name.  "Where's the pen?" She said to herself, looking at the messy table and looking through it, 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 and took a look. Sure enough, although the first piece of paper was wrinkled, it did not affect the image at all. The corpse on the screen was lying flat with his hands folded on his abdomen.  And when the second piece of paper, the one just came out, was taken out and compared, the body was still lying flat, but with his hands on both sides of the body!  The difference between before and after is only two minutes, and the position of the hand has changed!  Leng Yiran can guarantee that within these two minutes, the coffin did not move in the X-ray machine.  "Pa", the light flickered for a moment and then went out.  Leng Yiran hurriedly searched the table, found a 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 is made of frosted glass. When the flashlight light is swept, a figure appears 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 a scream came from the basement The next day, people found her unconscious in the examination room. After being sent to the hospital, the doctor was helpless.  She and Zha Wenbin were admitted to the same hospital one day apart, and both were in a coma.  A week later, Cha Wenbin woke up, and she woke up almost at the same time.  This week, Leng Yiran also had a dream, a long dream.     sheI dreamed that a woman in ancient clothes jumped out from behind the glass. Her nails were as sharp as daggers, stretching straight towards her neck.  At the same time, a ray of green light flashed past her side. She felt that her body was no longer under her control, and she moved back lightly, just in time to escape the disaster.  She was gently placed on the ground and lost her memory completely for a minute, but within that minute, she heard this conversation: "She must die!" "Linglong, this is his choice, it has nothing to do with her.  "I don't care, as long as this woman is dead, he can live!" "You get out of the way!" Then, she saw the woman being patted by a man in green.  One palm, and then nothing can be remembered.  This man in Tsing Yi looks familiar. Leng Yiran has seen this man in her dreams more than once, and every time she sees his back, he looks very similar to Zha Wenbin.  Once upon a time, she once wondered if she cared so much about that man that all she saw in her dreams was his back.  But in the past few days, she has been thinking about the scenes she heard and saw before she lost her memory. Why did that woman want to die by herself?  Why can he live even if he dies?  who is he?  Is it Cha Wenbin?  He was so seriously injured Leng Yiran could go to the ground to move around when she woke up. She was not injured in the first place. Zha Wenbin was hospitalized on the floor above her.  Chaozi Zhuoxiong and Dashan took turns taking care of him. Although he was awake, he was seriously injured by this accident. His lungs were penetrated by his ribs, which meant that he lost most of his life. Internal injuries cannot be healed in a short time.  Leng Yiran often goes back and looks at the man wrapped in various instruments by the window, feeling a little heartbroken and uncomfortable.  She was discharged from the hospital. The coffin caught fire and burned completely along with the instrument.  This is a major safety incident for the museum. Cultural relics are national assets. As the only person present at the time, Leng Yiran must be held responsible.  After returning home, what was waiting for her was a resignation letter.  Three months later, Zha Wenbin was discharged from the hospital. He suddenly felt as if he had aged ten years, with gray hair on his temples.  After returning home, he first opened the incense hall, put up all the tablets of all the leaders of the Tianzheng lineage, and then called He Tu over.  Without giving any reason, Tong Hetu was expelled from the school. His seals, magical weapons, Taoist robes, and everything related to Taoist priests were all confiscated.  Zha Wenbin asked him to kneel in front of his ancestors and make a poisonous oath: From now on he will never be a Taoist priest!  In 2014 AD, this day was the Qingming Festival, and Hetu and I met again.  He said, Xiaoyi, I still remember that he liked you so much when I was a child. It's a pity, otherwise you might be my senior brother.  I said, it¡¯s not a pity. I always remember that he saved my life and my aunt¡¯s life.  I asked, He Tu, can you understand what he did?  He said, yes.  Because Taoist priests all deal with gods and ghosts, and too many secrets are revealed, there will be no good end in the end.  So now he only helps people with Feng Shui. No matter how much money he is offered, he will not accept fortune telling.  Nowadays, people like him are no longer called Taoist priests, Feng Shui masters, or senior advisers to someone.  Grandpa¡¯s fundraiser is from Hetu. Not far away, on the hill opposite is Qilipu, which is the village where Zha Wenbin lives.  He said: "Let's go, let's take you to see him." "Okay, I'll buy some joss paper." The mountain is not high. I climbed it when I was a child. It is still the same chestnut forest, and those old graves are covered with me and me when I was a child.  Hetu often picks raspberries to eat, as they like to grow on graves.  "There seems to be someone." I saw a woman in white standing on the hill.  "She, she comes every year." "Does she know now?" I wonder whether Zha Wenbin told her why the woman named Jiang Linglong wanted to kill her.  "Maybe I know, maybe I don't know. In short, with the master's character, I will never let this happen." Carrying the incense and candle tribute, the woman also saw us. Her face was still so clean, and it was rare to squeeze.  A smile broke out: "You guys are here, this is Xiaoyi, I haven't seen you for many years." I was speechless for a moment, how should I call her?  Aunt Leng, or Sister Yiran?
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