Then when he woke up again, he has in this room, the rest was unknown, and by the time he had finished speaking, Xiong Zhuo then stubble: "when you signalled to pull up the rope, at first it was very heavy, I cannot pull you up by myself. Wenbin brother went to help me, two of us together just barely to keep you did not sink. Suddenly a loose, the water began to burst out, then you came up. Wenbin brother, do you think whether Yichao met in the Dragon King in the well?"
Yichao glared at Xiong Zhuo: "There is no Dragon King in the well, I feel that it was a ball of algae."
"Wenbin brother, YiChao, maybe you don't believe me when I was a child I used to sneak into the river to swim in the summer, was caught by my father and then beat by him. He said there was a river dragon king in the river, and there was a good dragon king in the well. If people offended them, they would be pulled down and drowned. People often disappeared in that river. The elderly all said that they were pulled by a water demon to accompany the dragon king to play chess." After he said, he glanced at Wenbin Zha, hope this Taoist priest will approve his statement.
Yi Chao looked at Xiong Zhuo scornfully and shouted, "don't talk something random, that's because your father is afraid of you..." "It's enough, don't talk about this. Yichao, you should have a good rest, brother Xiong Zhuo and I will take turns to stand guard. Wait until dawn, we'll go and have a look again, that's it for now." Wenbin Zha picked up a few pieces of dry wood walked toward the eaves outside the door, lit a small fire and sat down.
Left with two of them looked at each other and wonder what happened to this Taoist priest. In order not to make trouble for himself, each of them went down and closed eyes to rest, leaving only Wenbin outside the door with flames, quietly meditating. When Xiong Zhuo mentioned the word 'drowned' let him remember his young drowned poor daughter, no one knows about this because since he left home, he no longer mentioned these. Wenbin looked at two young men inside which were fall asleep and then turned his head, looked at the ancient well in the distance until the day gets bright…
When Wenbin woke up from a burst of sweet birdsong, he was surprised to find that not only the rain stopped outside, also the thick mist had dispersed. More importantly, there were even birds in the village, Chirping incessantly. He looked up at the blue sky, it was cloudless, mountains surrounded were particularly lush green, as this place had come to life overnight. Wenbin Zha wiped his eyes, found everything is true, rushed in to wake up two young men. They didn't have time to eat anything and rushed toward the old well, perhaps it hadn't been inhabited for a long time, or perhaps the rain last night was really heavy, and there were many small streams in the village, which seemed to came from the surrounding mountains, but by now they had no time to enjoy the beautiful scenery after the rain.
Yichao turned on the tactical spotlights and shone into the well: It was Pitch Black, and the moss that had remained in the well was pressing up against the wall, it seems there to tell them how violently the water had washed over it last night. There is an obvious water level line in every well and the water level line in this well was only five meters in depth. At this moment, there is no water on the water level line, the position where the light goes down is really hard to see, and nobody knows how deep this ancient well is. Yichao had already tried to go down the well last night, but he failed, so they cannot use this method again. When they stood around the old well and did not know what to do, Xiong Zhuo saw a small stone at his feet, he picked up conveniently.
"There is a way, we can throw a stone down, by listening to the echo we should know how deep this well is." He was about to throw the stone as he said, was stopped by Wenbin: "If leader Wang and Yiran Leng happened to be in the well, they will hurt by your stone."
Xiong Zhuo looked at that piece of tennis ball size stone in his hand, hefted the weight, spit tongue, and put it down. Wenbin looked at that piece of stone and asked toward Yichao: "how long is your rope?"
Yichao didn't know what he wants to do. Wenbin always doesn't explain things in full, so he didn't think much of it, unhook the Nylon Military rope: "Here are 100 meters, although this rope is thin, it can withstand the weight of 250-300kg."
Wenbin Zha seemed had a method, "Yichao, please use the rope to tie the spotlights on it, and then tied up a stone, slowly put it into the well…"
"Brother Wenbin, you're so smart. I will do it."
The climbing rope stretched straight with stones and spotlights tied on it, Yichao slowly lowered it into the ancient well with their hope. Within everyone's sight, two sides of the ancient well were actually water plants, nothing else. After 20 meters deep, unexpectedly, they haven't heard the sound of water entering. This depth is already at a distance that is gradually hard for the naked eye to distinguish. Yichao can only continue to release the rope. Wenbin Zha seemed saw something with his piercing eyes, shouted: "Yichao, do not move, turn the rope slowly, the place you arrived yesterday, the wall was a difference to the wall above."
After Yichao heard this, he turned the rope slowly, circling the spotlight to the edge of the well. In such distance, the eyes of this scout Yichao did not find anything, but Wenbin saw it. There was relieve carved in the wall under the well, the lines had been immersed underwater for too long, and with the erosion of water and grass, they had become blurred. But Wenbin Zha felt that the lines were familiar as if he had seen them somewhere before, but he couldn't tell what it was. After he saw it clearly, he asked Yichao to continue put the rope down. A few meters below, Wenbin saw different lines again, until his sight began to disappear when the rope in Yichao's hand had been left with only a knot stuck in it, the ancient well did not seem to have reached the end. Could it be that the ancient people here have drilled this well more than 100 meters long? Yichao muttered: "why need to dig a well this deep in a basin land to get water? Xiong Zhuo, your ancestors are really strange." Xiong Zhuo heard Yichao was complaining about his ancestors again, was trying to argue: "My... My ancestors..." Now he did not know what words to say, yes, exactly what kind of ancestors he has, how come there were many strange things. Even Xiong Zhuo himself began to doubt, so he did not say anything else, with his head down.
Since there was no end, they can only put up the rope. After careful checking of the rope, they found the rope end was dry. "It was dry, Wenbin brother, you see, that end of the rope was dry, there was no water inside the well. The well was full of water last night, how come it dried up today?"
Yichao looked the dry spotlights, all of a sudden collapsed on the ground. Wenbin Zha picked up the rope on the ground and looked closely, indeed, it was dry, there was no water in the well. Could it be that all the water from the well erupted last night? The climbing rope was made of Nylon, and it is constituted with 4 stands tied together into one rope. They bought two climbing ropes when they came out. Wenbin looked at the knot at the other end, he turned his mind quickly, here it is: "Yichao, you can separate these two ropes into two strands each, connect them together, and we'll try again." With that, we did it, and in a short while, a 400-meter-long rope was disassembled, tied with spotlights and stones, and was put into the old well slowly, 50 meters, 100 meters, 150 meters. The scale on the rope, it was already 150 meters and it still did not reach the end of the well. Yichao looked at the two people on his side, and continued to lower the rope, 200 meters, looked at the scale of already 200 meters in depth, they could only pray that the damn well would have hit the bottom sooner. 250 meters and it wasn't over yet. Suddenly the rope in Yichao's hand was loose, and it felt like the rope did not go down anymore.
Yichao excitedly shouted toward two people: "It reached the end, finally it reached!" Wenbin and Xiong Zhuo hurriedly surrounded up: "How many meters?" Yichao slowly pulled up the rope, until he can just feel the stone off the ground, he took a look at the scale and said, "it is 270 meters exactly, damn it, finally it reached the end, 270 meters how deep is this?"
Wenbin Zha took the rope and looked at the scale. "If my guess is right, this wall was built to this depth in purpose."
"Brother Wenbin," Xiong Zhuo asked, "are you saying that someone deliberately dug a well to exactly 270 meters in depth?"
Wenbin Zha looked at the blue sky, then glanced at the house beside him and said, "270 meter equals to 81 zhangs, the ancient people used zhang as a unit of length. In Geomantic Omen, when the number of nine is exhausted, it naturally turns into one. When two nines appear, that is when 81 appears, it represents a kind of cycle." The ancient people built things with nine as the largest number, 'nine' is the largest, also the ultimate, meaning 'the most'. In order to 'turns into one and receive the ultimate goal', also requires 'one, four, seven; three, six and nine', walk forward step by step. The answer is not simply a return, but a sublimation, a reconstruction, a Nirvana, and a new one. Finally, some of those Coffin homes have been made clear. Perhaps we have stepped into a giant trap set by our predecessors. I don't know what that means, but what is inescapable is that we have all become its chess pieces by now."
"Chess pieces? Do you mean we're all being set up now?"
"Maybe it's not a trick by ancestors, I'm afraid it's a trick by the bejesus. There are five of us out there, and if we want to success, a nine isn't enough. We also need a five, nine and five to be the extreme."