I want to read a book similar to "The Biography of Uncle Daomen Gu". The book's themes are deeply explored and its viewpoints are unique, which can trigger readers' deep reflections on life.
## The Madness of a Taoist Priest: Hong Bin>Carpenter Xu from Hongcun Village in western Zhejiang Province took over the coffin business. Unexpectedly, the saw broke while cutting the materials, and the ink line was stained with blood. >That night the dogs in the village barked and cried, and his old scalper crashed into the courtyard wall and died. >Zha Wenbin only brought three copper coins and an oil lamp when he came. >He stared at the black water oozing from the head of the coffin and said, "It's not a corpse. Someone buried a decapitated evil in your wood." >As the lamp flickered, I saw that the hem of his Taoist robe was patched, but he looked more like a real god than the "celestial masters" who charge for consecration in scenic spots. --- The saw blade let out a dying scream, bounced up from the wood, and slapped Carpenter Xu's arm with a brutal force. He gasped with a hiss, and as soon as he loosened his grip, the saw, which had been used for half a lifetime and was slippery, hit the ground with a clang, and the saw body was broken into two pieces in the middle. Broken. Carpenter Xu, a man known as Xu Luban in Hongcun, stared at the two pieces of scrap metal on the ground, his heart sank inexplicably, as if he had been violently grabbed by something. I have been making coffins for a lifetime, how many hardwoods have I sawed through? Nothing like this has ever happened before. He bent down to pick up the half-cut saw. As soon as his fingers touched the cold iron, a sticky feeling wrapped around him. It's blood. His own blood. When the saw broke just now, the sharp break opened a medium-deep gash on his thick forearm. The bright red blood beads were rushing out and flowing down the arm. A few drops happened to fall on the newly straightened ink line on the ground next to him. The ink line is made by twisting the fine silk cotton with the ashes from the bottom of the pot and dyeing it. It is usually as black as ink and stretched straight. It is a treasure of the carpenter's trade. At this moment, those few drops of bright red blood fell on the black thread and spread instantly, like a few strange blooming demon flowers, so red that it was dazzling. Carpenter Xu's brows knitted into knots. Blood-stained ink line? According to the ancestral rules of their old Xu family, this is a very unlucky omen, especially for such a sinister job as making coffins. His father and grandfather have repeatedly warned that if the ink fountain is stained with blood, there will be a collision. He subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at the thick fir trees in the corner of the yard that had just been unloaded from the oxcart and still smelled of mountain moisture. It was the wood that Wang, a big family in the neighboring village, ordered to make longevity timber. He spent a lot of money and asked for the best materials and the fastest construction period. The wood lay quietly in the gray evening light. The bark was rough and the texture was knotted. At first glance, it looked no different from other fir trees. But for some reason, when Carpenter Xu looked at them now, he felt as if something cold was entrenched in the dark texture, peering at him silently. A gust of draft blew through the hall, the courtyard door creaked, and the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up. "Damn it!" He cursed in a low voice and spat hard, as if to get rid of the inexplicable heart palpitations. He tore a piece of cloth at random and wrapped it around the wound on his arm, then bent down to pick up the broken saw and blood-stained ink fountain. The movements were a bit urgent, with a bit of anger and fierceness. Bad omen? He, Xu Luban, relies on his craftsmanship to make a living, has strength and yang energy, is he afraid of these? His father also said back then that the craftsmanship passed down by Master Lu Ban, the founder of the carpentry business, has its own righteousness to protect it! He hastily cleaned up the mess in the yard, covered the few eye-catching fir trees tightly with oilcloth, and then shuffled into the house. The dinner was tasteless and my eyelids kept getting heavy. The mother-in-law saw that he had a bad look on his face and his arms were wrapped with cloth. She wanted to ask a few questions, but he stopped him by saying impatiently, "I was not careful when I was working, and my skin was scratched." The mother-in-law curled her lips and said nothing. The night pressed heavily. Hongcun is nestled in a mountain col. The dark mountain shadows around it are like silent giant beasts, tightly surrounding this small village. The noise of the crowing of chickens and barking of dogs during the day has subsided, leaving only a few sporadic chirping of insects, which makes the night thick as ink. Carpenter Xu was lying on the hard bed, tossing and turning like pancakes. The broken saw, the bloody ink lines, and the cold feeling on the wood during the day were spinning in his mind like a revolving lantern. He forced himself to close his eyes, and he was just a little sleepy - "Woo-ooo-ooo-" A long and shrill dog howl, like a cold awl, suddenly pierced the dead silence of the night. Immediately afterwards, the second sound, the third sound... As if the plague spread instantly, all the watchdogs raised by every household in Hongcun, no matter how big or small, regardless of distance, started barking like crazy! The voice was no longer the usual warning or fighting, but a high-pitched, drawn-out voice, one after another, whimpering and howling, full of unspeakable panic and despair. The sound echoed and collided layer by layer in the silent valley, tearing people's eardrums and nerves. "Howling in mourning! It's so late at night!" Carpenter Xu's wife was awakened, cursed irritably, and turned over. Carpenter Xu sat up suddenly, his heart beating like a drum in his chest, and a cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. The dog cries! In the middle of the night, all the dogs in the village were crying together! This omen... Is more sinister than the blood-stained ink fountain during the day! His father once said that if a dog's eyes are dark and the dog cries at night, it means he smells the breath of death that humans can't smell and sees things that humans can't see! He couldn't lie down any longer, so he threw on his clothes randomly, pulled on his shoes, rushed out of the room, and went straight to the backyard cowshed. The old scalper that his family has raised for almost ten years is the backbone of the family, plowing the fields and pulling carts, and works hard without complaint. It was dark in the bullpen. As soon as he got closer, a strong smell of blood suddenly entered his nostrils, so thick that it was almost suffocating. "Moo... Wu..." A weak, painful cow cry came, mixed with wheezing. The sound was muffled, as if something was blocking the throat. Carpenter Xu's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and his hands and feet were cold. He struck a match with trembling hands, and the dim and dancing flames illuminated the scene in front of him - the old scalper was lying on his side on the dirt, his body still twitching slightly. Its head hit the thick rammed earth wall of the cowshed at an extremely weird angle. The earthen wall was extremely strong, but at this moment, it was knocked out of a dent, and spider web-like cracks spread. The top of the cow's head was a mess of blood and flesh, and the dark red blood mixed with white brains was all over the earthen wall and still dripping down the cracks in the wall. Niu's eyes widened, and there was a pure fear in his pupils that Carpenter Xu had never seen before. Old cow, he killed himself! The match in Xu Carpenter's hand went out with a pop, and darkness swallowed him up instantly. His legs went weak, and he collapsed on the cold, wet ground with a thud. His teeth chattered, and he could no longer suppress the fear of annihilation. Broken saw, bloody ink, dog crying, cow hitting the wall... This is not an accident! This is definitely not an accident! It's for him! It's for the coffin he picked up! His mind went blank, leaving only one thought: It's over! We're in big trouble! Fear was like a cold vine, wrapping around Xu Carpenter's neck, almost suffocating him. He collapsed on the cold ground of the cowshed, his nose filled with the thick smell of blood and the fear left by the old cow's last struggle. The dogs in the whole village were still howling like crazy. The sound was far and near, and penetrated into the ears like countless cold needles. It's over... It's really over... He, Xu Luban, has been doing his job all his life, how could he be exposed to such a deadly evil? Just when he was completely overwhelmed by despair, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the courtyard gate. The voice was neither fast nor slow, a little too calm. Walking on the quiet village road where only dogs were crying, it was so clear that it reached people's hearts. Carpenter Xu suddenly trembled, like a drowning man grabbing a straw. He struggled to get up, but his hands and feet were too weak to control. The footsteps stopped at the entrance of the courtyard. Then, there was a gentle knock on the door. Beneath, bee, bee. Three strokes, evenly spaced, with a strange soothing power. "Is Carpenter Xu at home?" A voice said. The voice was not high-pitched, even a little low and hoarse, but it strangely penetrated the upsetting dog cry and passed clearly to Carpenter Xu's ears, and also seemed to reach the surprised ears of his mother-in-law in the room. Carpenter Xu rolled and crawled to the courtyard door, his hands shaking so much that he could hardly pull the latch. After finally opening the door, there was a figure standing outside the door. The moonlight is stingy and only outlines a thin outline. The visitor was wearing an old Taoist robe that had been washed white, but it was still clean after being starched, except for a square dark patch on the hem. The stitching was so fine that it was almost invisible in the dim light. He was carrying a similarly half-worn green cloth jacket, and seemed to be carrying only a small thing in his hand. His face was hidden in the shadow of the porch, and he couldn't see it clearly. He only felt that his cheekbones were a bit high and his chin looked particularly thin. "Check... Check the Taoist Master?" Carpenter Xu's voice was trembling with tears. He recognized this man. In the mountainous countryside of western Zhejiang, if something bad happens to someone's family, the first person who comes to mind is probably the lonely Taoist priest Zha Wenbin who lives in Poguan in the back mountain. He never takes the initiative to ask for work, and he charges whatever he wants, including a few eggs, a handful of vegetables, some copper coins, or nothing. Unlike those "celestial masters" in Taoist temples in the city, they are well-dressed and pompous, and talk about how much "consecration fees" and "merit money" they talk about. "Yeah." Zha Wenbin responded, his voice still calm and no emotion could be heard. He walked straight into the yard without waiting for Carpenter Xu's invitation. His gaze was like a searchlight, quickly sweeping over the messy courtyard - the fir wood covered with oilcloth, a few faintly visible spots of dark red on the ground (these were the spots where the ink stained with blood during the day), and finally landed on the open backyard door and the direction of the cowshed from which the smell of blood wafted. He did not immediately go to see the cowshed, but went to the pile of lumber covered with oilcloth. He walked very slowly, his footsteps making almost no sound on the dirt. The night wind seemed to have become lighter, and the crying dogs in the village suddenly dropped strangely the moment he stepped into the yard, turning into sobs of overwhelming fear. Carpenter Xu's wife also came out with her clothes on and stood at the door of the main room, looking at this strange Taoist who came late at night with surprise and uncertainty. Zha Wenbin walked to the oilcloth and squatted down. He stretched out his right hand. The fingers were long and thin, the joints were distinct, and the nails were neatly trimmed. He gently lifted a corner of the oilcloth, revealing a few thick fir trees underneath. His fingertips did not directly touch the wood, but slowly passed over it just inches away from the surface of the wood. His movements were as gentle as brushing away invisible dust. His fingertips stopped near the big end of a piece of wood. Carpenter Xu's heart was in his throat and he watched with bated breath. Cha Wenbin's fingers hovered there. After a few seconds, he retracted his hand and stood up. He didn't look at Carpenter Xu, but looked at the piece of wood. His brows seemed to frown for a moment, and then relaxed, so quickly that people thought it was an illusion. "Light." Zha Wenbin said, his voice was not high, but it carried an unquestionable meaning. "Ah? Oh! Lamp! Yes! There is an oil lamp!" Carpenter Xu woke up as if from a dream. He quickly turned around and rushed into the main room. He hurriedly dug out an old oil lamp that was full of dust, and tremblingly found the fire sickle and flint. His mother-in-law quickly pulled out a bit of grass ash with sparks from the stove to help start the fire. After a while of tossing, a dim yellow flame as big as a bean shimmered in the lamp. Zha Wenbin took the oil lamp. The faint firelight danced, barely illuminating half of his face. The lines on his face were indeed as sharp as a knife, and his skin had the roughness unique to mountain dwellers. His eye sockets were somewhat deep, and his eyes looked particularly calm in the dim light, like two calm ancient wells. He held the oil lamp in one hand, and put his other hand into his old and whitened green cloth trousers to fumble around. Carpenter Xu and his mother-in-law widened their eyes nervously, wondering what powerful magic weapon Taoist Master Zha was going to come up with to quell evil spirits. I saw Zha Wenbin's hand taking out his bag. The palm was spread out, and three copper coins lay quietly inside. It is not a brand-new copper coin, but an old coin that has been touched and used by countless people. The edges are worn and rounded, the patina is mottled, and there are even some places that are dark, as if they have been touched by something sticky and solidified. The styles are also different, one is "Qianlong Tongbao", one is "Daoguang Tongbao", and the other one has blurred handwriting, and the date can hardly be seen clearly. That's it? Three broken copper coins? Carpenter Xu and his mother-in-law looked at each other, and both saw deep doubts and a hint of subtle disappointment in each other's eyes. This... Can it do anything? Among the "masters" they have seen, which one doesn't have a table full of peach wood swords, yellow talisman paper, and copper bells? Cha Wenbin didn't seem to care at all about their reactions. He held the oil lamp and walked slowly towards the cedar log that was hovering on his fingertips. The halo of the oil lamp moved with his footsteps, swaying into a small dim circle of light in the dark yard, barely illuminating the rough surface of the wood. He placed the lamp gently on the ground beside the wood. That glimmer of light could only illuminate a small area, but instead made the surrounding darkness appear thicker and deeper, as if there were countless pairs of eyes watching in the shadows outside the aperture. Zha Wenbin squatted down next to the oil lamp and placed the three old copper coins on the ground in front of him, forming a simple triangle. Then, he stretched out his right index finger, not to make a secret or draw a talisman, but to use his fingertips to wipe the big end of the fir log close to the center of the tree slowly and forcefully. The light from the oil lamp illuminated exactly where his fingers had touched. Carpenter Xu and his mother-in-law both craned their necks to look. I saw that as Zha Wenbin's fingers smeared the surface of the originally dry wood, a small piece of viscous liquid slowly seeped out! The liquid was black, darker than the thickest ink, and glowed with an extremely uncomfortable oily sheen under the dim light. It doesn't look like water, but rather like filthy grease oozing from some kind of rotten internal organs. It slowly squeezes out from the cracks in the wood texture, carrying a vague and indescribable rotten smell. It's very light, but it goes straight to the forehead, making people feel tight in the chest. "Ho!" Carpenter Xu's wife gasped in fright and covered her mouth. Carpenter Xu himself was so frightened that he took a step back, his face as white as paper. There's... Bleeding in the wood? Bleeding black blood? ! Zha Wenbin retracted his fingers, and there was a little sticky black liquid on his fingertips. He twisted it, looked at it under the weak light of the oil lamp, and then put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it very lightly. There was no expression on his face during the whole process, and his eyes were as focused as an old Chinese doctor examining a strange medicinal material. Then, he picked up the oldest-looking and vaguest-written one among the three copper coins on the ground. There was no incantation, no incense, just holding the copper coin between two fingers, a flick of the wrist, and flicking it towards the spot where the black liquid was oozing out. "Ding——" An extremely slight, almost inaudible metal tremble sounded. The copper coin seemed to have eyes, and it was accurately attached to the wet piece of wood oozing with black oil. The edge of the copper coin happened to be pressed against the center point where the black liquid seeped out. Strangely enough, as soon as the copper coin was placed on it, the black liquid that was still slowly seeping out and spreading seemed to have been blocked by something, and immediately stopped spreading. Only then did Zha Wenbin raise his eyes and look calmly at Carpenter Xu and his wife, who were already scared out of their wits. The flame of the oil lamp danced in his deep pool-like eyes, reflecting two faint lights. "It's not a corpse," his voice was still low, but the words were clear, hitting the dead courtyard, with a kind of certainty that pierced through the illusion, "the wood is still wood, it has not been stained with the spirit of death." He paused, tilted his chin slightly towards the position where the copper coin was pressed, and his tone was as calm as if he was stating an ordinary thing: "Someone buried the 'Decapitated Evil' in your wood." "Decapitated Evil?!" These three words were like three cold boulders, slamming into Xu Carpenter's ears, and then falling heavily into his heart, which was already filled with fear.
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