The Corpse Clothes of the Green Bag [Complete] - 26

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Chapter 325

"You have to drink it?" Amin looked at Hansheng in surprise.

"These two medicinal ingredients must be taken," Hansheng said seriously.

Xiaoqin frowned, staring at the half-bowl of foot skin and navel grime, her stomach already churning with acid.

The old man laughed heartily and said loudly, "What haven't soldiers of the Chinese Expeditionary Force experienced? Amin, warm the wine."

Amin had no choice but to warm a pot of liquor, pour it into a small bowl, and stir it constantly with chopsticks. The room was filled with a strong stench of foot sweat and internal organs.

"Dad, you have athlete's foot," Amin reminded him.

Xiaoqin's father helped the old man sit up, and Amin brought the bowl to his mouth. The old man tilted his head back and gulped it down in two mouthfuls. He then curled his tongue and pulled off the two thin pieces of foot skin stuck to his front teeth and put them in his mouth.

"Haha, it doesn't taste weird at all," the old man nodded trustingly at Hansheng.

“Alright, Caihua, tell the sucker to use its small suction cups to pierce these acupoints, sucking a little blood while injecting it back in.” Hansheng said, as he rummaged through the embers on the stone slab and pulled out a small piece of black charcoal. He then marked each of the thirteen meridians on his father’s bald head—Baihui, Tongtian, Chengling, Benkun, and the left and right temples—with small black circles.

“So many!” Amin exclaimed in surprise.

“There are 365 acupoints in the human body, and I only selected 13 here,” Hansheng replied.

Shen Caihua fiddled with the sucker for a while, and finally the sucker understood. It extended some small tentacle-like suction cups and pressed them against the black circles on his father’s head. The thin, hard needles inside the suction cups pierced into the acupoints, first sucking blood, and then slowly injecting anesthetic enzymes and hemolytic leeches into the capillaries within the acupoints. Judging from his father’s expression, there was no pain whatsoever.

The biomagnetic field signals from the Shenque mud and the skin on the soles of the feet, which had already been consumed, rapidly ascended along the twelve regular meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians—Ren, Du, Dai, Chong, Yin-Yang Wei, and Yin-Yang Qiao—to the head of all Yang meridians under the influence of the warm wine. This guided the hirudin to dissolve the blood clots in the capillaries, slowly opening up the meridians that had been blocked for many years.

"Child, are you from northern Jiangxi?" Xiaoqin's father asked Hansheng affectionately.

"Wuyuan, northern Jiangxi," Hansheng replied.

"Alas, I left home young, and now, as an old man, I have no way to return. Only in the quiet of the night do I yearn for my homeland and secretly shed tears. Do you know Xingguo?" Xiaoqin's father sighed.

"Yes, there are many Hakka people there, and the Xingguo folk songs are very beautiful," Hansheng said.

"You also like listening to Xingguo folk songs? Can you sing them?" Xiaoqin's father asked kindly.

Han Sheng nodded, then began humming a familiar Xingguo folk song: "Sending off the Red Army, they descended the mountain, the autumn rain falls softly, the autumn wind is cold. The paulownia trees, their leaves all fallen, a thousand sorrows weigh on my heart, I ask my loved ones, Red Army..." Suddenly,

Han Sheng stopped. He realized this was a song praising the Red Army, and Xiao Qin and A Ming's fathers were White Army soldiers... "Why did you stop singing? The Hakka folk songs from our hometown are much better," Xiao Qin's father said, looking at Han Sheng.

"This...that's a Red Army song..." Han Sheng stammered.

“Sigh,” Xiaoqin’s father laughed, and said loudly, “Who cares if they’re the Red Army or the White Army? As long as it’s a folk song from our hometown, we’ll love it. Besides, we’re the Chinese Expeditionary Force fighting against the Japanese. Child, just sing it.”

Hansheng was deeply moved by the magnanimity of the Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers, so he continued to hum softly with tears in his eyes: “When will the Red Army return to the mountains?

Three times we send off the Red Army to Nashan. The corn on the mountain is golden. The Red Army planted the corn seeds. The corn cobs are carried by us poor people. We hold the Red Army’s hands tightly. The Red Army, the seeds you have sown have turned the sky red.

Seven times we send off the Red Army to Wudou River. Boats on the river are busy shuttling back and forth.

Thousands of soldiers and horses stand on the riverbank, and people from all directions…” Tears welling up, gratitude as deep as the sea, unforgettable. Red Army, may the revolution succeed, and may you return home soon.

Nine times we send off the Red Army, onto the main road, the gongs are silent, the drums are silent, the drums are silent, two hands, calloused and worn, hearts like bitter herbs, faces smiling.

How can we forget this bond of blood and flesh?

Red Army, we long for the day when the news of victory arrives. Ten times we send off the Red Army, to the Moon-Gazing Pavilion. On the Moon-Gazing Pavilion, a high platform is built.

The platform is ten zhang high, with white jade pillars, carved dragons and painted phoenixes, shining brightly. We long for it morning and night, Red Army, this platform is called the Red-Gazing Platform.

The Xingguo folk song was finished, and Xiaoqin's father was already in tears… With a "poof," Old Man Amin let out a loud fart, then his fingers twitched, and the room filled with the aroma of abalone.

Xiaoqin blushed, and Amin looked at her anxiously, "Dad, you can move!" he exclaimed.

Everyone's eyes immediately fell on the old man, and sure enough, his fingers and toes were slowly twitching.

"Hmm, the blood clot is being cleared, and the meridians that have been blocked for many years are opening up. A fart is a sign." Hansheng touched the old man's wrist, and his pulse slowly returned to normal. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. The Qingnang Jing was truly infallible.

Shen Caihua sniffed, quickly covered his nose, frowned, and sneezed loudly.

"How long will it take for my dad to stand up?" Amin asked with great admiration.

"About an hour," Hansheng estimated and replied.

"Little cousin, where did you learn such miraculous medical skills?" Xiaoqin's father said with admiration.

Han Sheng smiled, thinking that the *Qing Nang Jing* was still not something to be casually mentioned, so he blushed and said evasively, "It's a family heirloom."

"Incredible! Jiangxi has always been a land of hidden talents. Take Xingguo, for example, which produced a master of geomancy, Yang Yunsong, whose courtesy name was Jiupin. He was truly a peerless genius in Central Plains geomancy," said Xiaoqin's father.

"Yang Yunsong?" Han Sheng wondered how this person compared to Liu Bowen.

"Legend has it that during the late Tang Dynasty, Lu Guangchou, the warlord who ruled Qianzhou (present-day Ganzhou, Jiangxi), declared himself king and asked Yang Yunsong to divine a site for an emperor. After obtaining the site, Lu Guangchou asked Yang Yunsong if there were any other sites for an emperor. Yang replied: 'One seat, eighteen faces, each face produces an emperor.' Lu Guangchou didn't want others to also obtain such a site, so he poisoned Yang's wine to prevent future trouble. On his way home, Yang Yunsong asked his disciple Zeng Wengong, 'What place is this?' Zeng Wengong said..." Yaokou'. Yang Gong sighed: "If the medicine reaches your mouth, you will die!"

Before his death, Yang Junsong told Zeng Wenzhuang to tell Lu Guangchou Yang's last words to help the poor: install a water tiller at Moche Bay in Ganzhou and dig a well at the intersection, and he will be the emperor from generation to generation. Yang Gongshi used Feng Shui to break Ganzhou's "Emperor Qi" and restrain Lu Guangchou. Soon, Lu Guangchou really developed carbuncle on his back, the pain was unbearable, and he hanged himself. "Xiao Qin's father continued to narrate.

"Is this all true? "Hansheng is always very interested in legends such as Feng Shui.

"I am Yang Muqian, a descendant of Duke Yang. "Xiao Qin's father said seriously.

"Oh..." Han Sheng saw his solemn expression, and he immediately became serious.

"Do you know the "Qing Sang Sutra"? "Yang Mupion asked Han Sheng.

Han Sheng couldn't help but feel shocked when he heard this.

"It is said that it was a medical book written by Hua Tuo, a famous doctor in the Three Kingdoms, and it has been lost. " Han Sheng hesitated.

Yang Mupin shook his head and said, "No, the *Qing Nang Jing* is a book of geomancy, written by Huang Shigong during the late Qin and early Han dynasties. Do you know what geomancy is?"

Han Sheng simply shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

"The term 'geomancy' first appeared in the *Huainanzi*, written by Liu An, the King of Huainan, which says 'to understand the way of heaven and earth,' meaning to understand the way of heaven and earth, which is today's feng shui. Huang Shigong was Zhang Liang's teacher, but the *Qing Nang Jing* was not passed on to him and its whereabouts became unknown. It was said to have been obtained by Guo Pu during the Jin Dynasty, but it was stolen by his student and accidentally burned before he could read it. Later generations could only find some clues about the existence of this book in Guo Pu's writings. As for the *Qing Nang Jing* that has been passed down to later generations, it was actually supplemented by Jiang Dahong of the Qing Dynasty," Yang Mupin explained.

"How come it was burned by fire again?" Han Sheng breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he wasn't talking about Hua Tuo's *Qing Nang Jing*.

Yang Mupin, oblivious to the implication in Han Sheng's words, continued, "Our ancestor, Yang Gong, did see this incomplete and wondrous book, which he privately called the *Burial Ruler Classic*."

"Guo Gong's Burial Ruler?" Han Sheng blurted out, caught off guard.

"You've heard of 'Guo Gong's Burial Ruler'?" Yang Mupin asked, surprised.

"I heard it from a centenarian woman; she's passed away now," Han Sheng sighed.

"Oh, that's right. This incomplete *Qing Nang Jing*, also known as the *Burial Ruler Classic*, is as profound and difficult to understand as astronomy. Our ancestor, Yang Gong, died of poisoning before he could decipher it. Unfortunately, the descendants of the Yang family throughout the generations have been dull-witted, and not a single one has been able to discern even a trace of its meaning," Yang Mupin lamented.

"Could it be that the book isn't written in Chinese characters? Perhaps it's because it's incomplete?" Han Sheng tentatively speculated.

"The few pages left after this book was burned contained no words, only some strange hand gestures. Alas, it seems that this is the end of its lineage, passed down to my generation. There are no more talented and learned scholars in the Yang family." Yang Mupin said, looking at Han Sheng.

"This book is in your hands?" Han Sheng asked in confusion.

Yang Mupin nodded and said, "I didn't feel comfortable leaving the family heirloom at home, so I took it with me when I went to fight in Burma more than thirty years ago. If I were to die in battle, I was determined to disappear from the world with it."

Han Sheng asked somewhat uneasily, "Uncle Yang, we're meeting for the first time today, why are you telling me all this?"

Yang Mupin looked at him intently and said solemnly, "Young man, you come from a family of doctors, you are honest and kind, and you must be extremely intelligent to possess such miraculous medical skills. Today you saved my in-laws, and I have no way to repay you. I wish to give you half of the *Qing Nang Jing*. If you can decipher the secrets within the book in the future, as a descendant of the Yang family, you will finally fulfill a wish that has been unfulfilled for generations."

"I..." Han Sheng was shocked, his face flushed, and he felt very guilty for lying just now.

Yang Mupin took out a small cloth bag from his bosom, opened it layer by layer, revealing a thin bamboo tube inside. He removed the lid and carefully poured out a roll of paper.

Everyone in the room silently watched as Xiaoqin's father gently unfolded the several pieces of yellowish-brown paper with scorch marks. Sure enough, there were no words on them, only some strange hand gestures.

People stared blankly, all puzzled.

Only Xiao Caihua, upon seeing these drawings, grinned happily…

Chapter 326

Night deepened, the drizzle stopped, and a crack appeared in the dark clouds, letting the cool moonlight shine on the small town of Myitkyina.

The leader strolled out of the consulate, followed by Feng Sheng.

Since being directly transferred to the leader's mysterious department in Zhongdian, Feng Sheng had secretly infiltrated Myanmar, traveling overnight from Yangon to Myitkyina by train, claiming it was a business trip.

Today, the commander secretly instructed him to accompany him to receive a mysterious figure in the middle of the night. Feng Sheng knew the principles of secret work: never ask questions unless the leader tells you. The commander would give instructions on what to do later.

"Myitkyina, in 1942, the Chinese Expeditionary Force fought a desperate battle here in Burma, holding the line against the Japanese, enabling the Allies to gain control of North Africa. But the 100,000-strong Expeditionary Force paid the price of almost total annihilation," the commander said, gazing at the hazy mountains in the night.

Hearing this, Feng Sheng figured the commander was just expressing his feelings, and it wasn't appropriate for him to answer.

"Feng Sheng, are you familiar with this history?" the commander asked.

"Commander, not very familiar. Most people in China believe that the Kuomintang government under Chiang Kai-shek didn't fire a single shot in the War of Resistance against Japan, hiding in the mountains and reaping the benefits of victory," Feng Sheng said cautiously.

"That's just talk to the common people; they don't care and there's no need for them to know too much," the leader chuckled coldly, walking around the consulate's side wall.

Under the moonlight, a dark thicket of bushes stretched before them, with a clearing in the middle. All was quiet; no one was in sight.

Feng Sheng warily drew his pistol from his waist; protecting the leader was his top priority.

The leader stood in the clearing, raising his wristwatch; the hour hand pointed exactly to midnight.

"Master, you should have arrived by now?" the leader said calmly.

A soft rustling of clothes sounded, and a slender, dark figure emerged from the bushes, silently standing before the leader, hands clasped behind his back.

The pale moonlight illuminated the man's face. Feng Sheng was startled and blurted out, "Master Jin!" Master

Jin's sharp gaze fell on Feng Sheng, inwardly surprised, his suspicious eyes glancing at the leader. How could the two of them be together?

The commander smiled slightly and said, "Feng Sheng has been transferred to work under me. You two met once before, so I brought him along tonight."

Master Jin seemed slightly displeased, but said nothing, only nodding slightly.

"Have you heard about the Geda prophecy?" the commander asked, getting to the point.

"I've got it, but it's just numbers, very profound, extremely difficult to decipher," Master Jin replied.

"Oh, let me see it quickly," the commander eagerly stretched out his hand.

Master Jin glanced at Feng Sheng, took out a sheepskin from his pocket, and solemnly handed it to the commander.

In the moonlight, the writing on the sheepskin was faintly discernible. The commander excitedly read the numbers on it, but he didn't notice that although the sheepskin looked old, it faintly emitted a bloody smell… It was a new sheepskin that had been artificially aged.

Across the street from the consulate, the thick curtains of the house were drawn, making the interior appear pitch black from the outside.

Behind the curtains in the room, a starlight night vision device was mounted, its video cable connected to a high-resolution monitor. The screen glowed green, flickering with grayish-white noise.

Xiaowei sat in a chair, observing the Chinese consulate across the street through the monitor.

"The target has finally emerged," Xiaowei said nervously, staring at the screen. He recognized the square-faced man, someone with considerable influence.

"Strange, what are these two doing in the middle of the night?" Yamura stubbed out his cigarette, looking at the monitor with surprise.

"They've gone behind the consulate wall. Report to Consul Kawashima immediately," Xiaowei said, his eyes still fixed on the screen.

Yamura picked up the telephone, dialed a number, and Consul Kawashima's muffled voice came through the receiver: "What, is there a situation?"

"Yes, the square-faced man has emerged and is now behind the consulate wall," Yamura reported.

"How many people?" Kawashima asked.

"He brought one attendant, only two people in total," Yamura replied.

"Continue to observe, I'll inform Mr. Kurosawa immediately." Kawashima hung up the phone.

The door to Kurosawa and Huang Jianguo's room was suddenly pushed open, and Kawashima hurriedly recounted what he had observed.

"He's going to make contact, definitely to meet with that Taoist priest Jin who left the mark today. Hmm, Jia Shiming was supposed to be with Hansheng, but suddenly he met with the chief late at night. This is very strange. Our main target, Hansheng, hasn't shown up yet. Could Taoist priest Jin be an intermediary? Jianguo, could your father-in-law have made some kind of deal with Hansheng through Taoist priest Jin?" Kurosawa speculated as he dressed.

"Logically speaking, Hansheng is stubborn by nature, someone who doesn't know the practicalities and is determined to go all the way. He shouldn't compromise easily," Huang Jianguo analyzed.

"In that case, the situation has definitely changed. Kawashima-kun, immediately order your men to follow and observe, and be careful not to expose yourself, understand?" Kurosawa instructed.

“Yes, Mr. Kurosawa.” Kawashima turned and ran out.

“What do we do now, Master?” Huang Jianguo asked, privately addressing Kurosawa as Master.

“We should join in the fun too. Call a few men and get your weapons ready,” Kurosawa sneered.

Upon hearing this, Huang Jianguo quickly climbed off the bed, dressed, and left the room with Kurosawa.

At that moment, Yamura and Oo had received instructions from Consul Kawashima. They quickly grabbed their pistols and a portable directional listening device, slipped out of the house, and began flanking the Chinese consulate from another direction.

They knew the terrain of the area like the back of their hand. They quietly hid on a small hill behind the jungle, turned on the parabolic reflector fan of the listening device, and switched on the battery. The amplified audio signal from a clearing in the woods a meter away was continuously transmitted into their headphones.

The directional listening device has an effective range of 150 meters and can amplify distant speech a thousand times, especially in the dead of night when the effect is exceptionally clear. Unfortunately, the three people on the target all spoke Chinese, which Yamura and Xiaowei couldn't understand, so they had no choice but to record everything.

The commander, by the moonlight, repeatedly pondered the numbers on the sheepskin, but after a long while, he still couldn't grasp them, completely baffled.

"8341...not bad, it's the set of numbers Han Sheng revealed when he was hypnotized. The only thing I can think of right now is the unit designation of the Central Guard Regiment of the Communist Party of China, which the common people call the Capital Guard Division. Hmph, the Imperial Guard of Beijing." The commander muttered to himself.

"Commander, you also can't figure out the meaning of these numbers?" Master Jin said calmly.

"Yes, the Geda prophecy was actually a few sets of numbers written on a tattered sheepskin...oh, by the way, Master Jin, have you already eliminated Han Sheng?"

"No." The voice sounded very familiar.

“This is Master Jin.” Kurosawa recalled the conversation that night when Master Jin sneaked into his apartment in the capital to return the “Heavenly Cloud Sword.”

Next, Kurosawa and the others listened quietly to the recording a second time.

“The situation is clear now. Master Jin stole the old sheepskin from Han Sheng. The Geda Prophecy is recorded on this sheepskin, as several sets of numbers. The sheepskin is now in the hands of the leader, but so far, they still haven't been able to decipher it,” Kurosawa analyzed.

Consul Kawashima listened quietly; he had no right to interfere.

“My father-in-law is truly cunning. Not only did he plant a spy among Han Sheng's people, but he also sent that Menglachaweng Bing,” Huang Jianguo said, a chill running down his spine.

“Mr. Kawashima, the results are in. Xiaowei died from ruptured internal organs, and Yamura's cervical spine was broken.” The consulate clerk who entered handed Consul Kawashima an autopsy report.

“That was Master Jin’s Heavenly Qi Gong,” Kurosawa said.

Consul Kawashima respectfully asked Kurosawa, "Mr. Kurosawa, please instruct us on our next move."

"Hmm, didn't the commander say he'd leave Myitkyina early tomorrow morning? Send men to keep a close watch. Also, take me to the confidential office; I need to immediately contact the consulate in Yangon to make arrangements for the next steps," Kurosawa instructed Consul Kawashima, while smiling at Huang Jianguo, "Jianguo, we'll drive tonight ahead of them and await your father-in-law's arrival in Yangon."

"Yes, Mr. Kurosawa," Huang Jianguo replied.

After watching the two leave, Huang Jianguo slipped into the corridor and quietly made his way to the room where Xiaowei and Yamura's bodies were kept.

The room was empty. Two naked corpses lay side-by-side on the table, their dissected cavities not yet stitched up, their internal organs scattered inside, blood pooling on the table.

Huang Jianguo glanced back down the corridor, seeing no one, then quickly stole a heart and two purplish-red liver lobes, stuffing them into a plastic bag. After a moment's thought, he tore off a piece of duodenum and added it as well, then tucked it into his pocket and returned to his room, secretly hiding it in his backpack. "

Now I'll have a midnight snack on the way," he thought.

Chapter 328:

Watching Master Jin's figure disappear into the darkness, the leader let out a deep sigh of relief. More than ten years of planning had finally yielded results.

"Feng Sheng," the leader said without turning around, looking up at the crescent moon in the clouds.

"Yes, leader," Feng Sheng quickly replied.

"I have an important task for you," the leader said, still silently gazing at the sky.

"Leader, please give your instructions," Feng Sheng straightened his back.

“Hmm, the gunshot just now will definitely attract attention. Let’s go back. You go through the consulate’s main entrance.” The leader said, turning and walking alone towards the back wall of the consulate. With a light leap, he scaled the wall… Feng Sheng was startled. He hadn’t expected the leader to possess such unfathomable martial arts skills. Looking at the high brick wall, he shook his head. Without a ladder, he couldn’t climb it.

He circled back to the main gate, carefully observing his surroundings. Finding nothing unusual, he nodded to the guards in the courtyard and entered the consulate.

The leader was sitting in Consul Wang’s office, assigning him tasks.

“Welcome back to guide our work again, leader,” Consul Wang said sincerely, his face beaming.

“Alright, you can go now. Let Feng Sheng in.” The leader smiled as he watched Consul Wang leave the office.

“Leader.” Feng Sheng walked in straight and stood up.

“Hmm, Comrade Feng Sheng, you’ve been a Party member for over ten years, haven’t you?” the leader asked.

“Yes, leader, twelve years,” Feng Sheng replied.

The commander nodded and continued, "Tell me your opinion of Master Jin."

"This…" Feng Sheng knew in his heart that Master Jin was clearly the commander's mole, someone he absolutely trusted. Asking for his opinion now was simply a test. Although he didn't originally have any ill feelings towards Master Jin, the fact that this man had killed the patriarch to steal Han Sheng's sheepskin made him a truly wicked villain. As a public security officer and a member of the Communist Party, he couldn't betray his conscience to please the commander. Thinking this, he straightened his back and said loudly, "Master Jin is a treacherous villain."

The commander fell silent for a moment, his sharp gaze fixed on Feng Sheng… "Heh heh, Comrade Feng Sheng, you have sharp eyes. Good, well said. Master Jin is indeed a class enemy. His true nature is hard to discern; he cannot be trusted," the commander sneered.

Feng Sheng was stunned; the commander's attitude was completely unexpected.

The commander noticed the doubt in Feng Sheng's eyes and continued, "Comrade Feng Sheng, we are both Communist Party members, and we are engaged in the noble revolutionary cause of liberating all mankind. The organization fully trusts you, and therefore we are assigning you a secret mission. Are you determined to complete it?"

"Please rest assured, Commander, Feng Sheng guarantees to complete the mission assigned by the Party," Feng Sheng said resolutely, puffing out his chest. "Please give your instructions."

"Kill Master Jin," the commander said calmly.

Feng Sheng's facial muscles froze, a chill running down his spine. He confirmed he hadn't misheard; the commander's mission was for him to eliminate Master Jin, to silence him… "Any problems?" The commander's face was ashen, his sharp gaze fixed on Feng Sheng.

"Commander, just now, why didn't you just tell me to eliminate him directly?" Feng Sheng composed himself and asked softly.

"That will have to wait until he finds Han Sheng. Right now, only Master Jin knows where Han Sheng is in the rainforest," the commander said coldly.

Caught in the political vortex, Feng Sheng thought that if he didn't do it, he would most likely be silenced. Of course, his hometown of Kaiping would receive a martyr's family certificate later, meaning his parents wouldn't have to queue for groceries anymore.

"Where am I supposed to find him?" Feng Sheng straightened his back, his face showing unwavering resolve.

The leader's expression softened, and he said kindly, "Wuyuan, that's the most beautiful countryside in China. Tomorrow morning, we'll take the train to Yangon, then fly back to Beijing. You go to Wuyuan in Jiangxi immediately, stay at the local county government guesthouse, and wait there for Master Jin and Han Sheng. Remember, absolutely do not contact any local government departments. I'll prepare another set of documents for you, understand?"

"Understood, and then?" Feng Sheng asked.

"Keep in touch with me by phone and await instructions," the leader said.

"Please rest assured, leader, I will definitely complete the mission," Feng Sheng replied resolutely.

"Alright, you can go and rest now," the leader stood up, walked over, and patted Feng Sheng on the shoulder.

That night, Feng Sheng tossed and turned in bed, recalling everything. It all seemed to be related to that so-called "Geda Prophecy." What exactly did it foretell? Han Sheng, Han Sheng, how deep a political vortex have you been caught in?

At dawn, the leader, Feng Sheng, and several guards boarded the train from Myitkyina to the capital, Yangon.

The Burmese train lines were built during the British rule. Due to the aging tracks and the insufficient power of the steam locomotives, the train moved very slowly, sometimes even struggling uphill, constantly puffing out plumes of steam. Those "climbers" along the line would climb in through the windows as the train went uphill, not buying tickets, just giving the train staff a little change.

Several guards stood close to the leader, their intimidating gazes keeping the mountain people at a distance. A secret trip couldn't be made public, so they had no choice but to comply.

Feng Sheng looked out the car window. The mountains were lush and green, with occasional glimpses of pointed Christian or Catholic churches, mostly early 20th-century buildings, exuding an exotic charm.

Inside the carriage, two short men dressed in Shan attire sat in a distant corner, occasionally glancing at them coldly. These two were agents sent by Consul Kawashima to track and monitor them.

Yangon, the largest city in the Union of Myanmar, is known as the "City of Peace." Located in the Irrawaddy Delta, it is an ancient city brimming with rich Eastern ethnic flavor. Traditional white-roofed, black cypress-painted wooden houses are interspersed, the streets are mostly narrow, and pagodas and temples are scattered throughout, with flowers and tropical evergreen plants everywhere. Citizens often wear brightly colored sarongs and flip-flops, and crows—the sacred birds revered by the locals—are ubiquitous, with passing vehicles yielding to them. Occasionally, British-style buildings appear, reminding one of the bygone colonial era.

On May 1st, 1949, General Sun Liren led the New First Army of the Chinese Expeditionary Force to occupy Yangon, and the entire territory of Myanmar was liberated.

At dusk, the leader, surrounded by guards, hurriedly walked out of Yangon Railway Station, followed closely by two Japanese agents in the crowd behind him. At that moment, the setting sun shone brightly on the tall Shwedagon Pagoda on the sacred mountain north of the city, making it gleam with golden light.

"Myanmar is known as the 'Land of Pagodas,' with ninety percent of its people practicing Theravada Buddhism. The Shwedagon Pagoda, along with Borobudur in Indonesia and Angkor Wat in Cambodia, is considered a treasure of Eastern art," the leader said, pointing to the magnificent Shwedagon Pagoda atop the city.

Feng Sheng, traveling abroad for the first time, found everything fascinating and eagerly asked, "Sir, do we still have time to visit?"

The leader pondered for a moment and said, "Tonight, you will come with me to the Shwedagon Pagoda to meet someone."

"Sir, you've arrived. Please get in the car," the Consul General of the Chinese Consulate in Yangon stepped forward and warmly shook hands with the leader.

The leader and his entourage boarded several Hongqi brand sedans belonging to the consulate and headed towards the consulate.

The two Japanese agents dressed in Shan State attire who had been following behind watched the departing convoy, then turned and walked towards the lighthouse in the square, where they met their accomplices. One of them was led to a Toyota van with black curtains.

"Did you find anything along the way?" Kurosawa asked from the back seat, next to Huang Jianguo.

"Nothing unusual, except that Takegami-kun overheard the target saying he was going to the Shwedagon Pagoda tonight to meet someone," one agent reported.

"Are you sure?" Kurosawa asked seriously.

"Takegami-kun understands Chinese and heard it clearly," the agent replied affirmatively.

Kurosawa pondered for a moment and said, "Hmm, there's going to be a good show tonight."

Chapter 329

After dusk, Kurosawa had already deployed his men inside and outside the Shwedagon Pagoda on Mount Tingkutara, north of Inya Lake in Yangon, waiting for the leader to fall into their trap. Their mission was to seize the old sheepskin from the leader, as the leader couldn't possibly be without it due to the importance of the Geda prophecy. However, there was one principle: his life must not be harmed. Kurosawa didn't want to cause international disputes and diplomatic trouble, especially since Sino-Japanese relations had only been established for a little over three years, and the Chinese government had generously waived war reparations; the two countries were currently in a honeymoon period.

The Shwedagon Pagoda, known as the "Shwe Dakwang Pagoda" by the Burmese, with "Shwe" meaning "gold" and "Dakwang" being the ancient name for Myanmar. According to Buddhist legend, after attaining enlightenment, Shakyamuni Buddha returned eight strands of his hair to the Burmese in gratitude for their gift of honey cakes. When Buddha's hair was brought back to Myanmar, it miraculously rained down golden bricks from the sky. The people then used these bricks to build the pagoda, which has stood for over a thousand years. The pagoda is 110 meters tall, its surface coated with 72 tons of gold, and its top is inlaid with nearly 3,000 carats of gemstones. The entire pagoda is gilded, and it comprises four medium-sized pagodas and 64 smaller pagodas. On the golden umbrella atop the pagoda hang 1,065 gold bells and 420 silver bells. The upper part is covered with pure gold leaf, and the top is set with 5,448 diamonds and 2,000 gemstones, making it priceless.

The Shwedagon Pagoda, along with Angkor Wat in Cambodia and Borobudur in Indonesia, is considered one of the "Three Great Ancient Sites of Southeast Asia." Together with the Great Wall of China and the Taj Mahal in India, it is collectively known as one of the "Five Wonders of the East."

Built in the 18th century, the main pagoda is surrounded by walls with four entrances on the north, south, east, and west sides. The south gate is the main entrance. In the southeast corner stands a Bodhi tree, said to be a sacred sapling originating from the Vajrasana (thunderbolt throne) before the Buddha in India.

Huang Jianguo, wearing a plain-colored headscarf (also called a "gangbao") favored by the locals, a white jacket,

and lantern pants, disguised himself as a local and wandered under the Bodhi tree. Occasionally, Burmese girls passing by would smile at him. Huang Jianguo smiled back at a pretty girl in a white sheer top and red sarong pants, barefoot. Suddenly, a burp rose in his mouth, releasing a strong, bloody odor—the taste of the two livers and the duodenum he had eaten raw the previous night. Meanwhile, Heize had only eaten a heart and was already full.

The girl quickly covered her nose and ran away.

Huang Jianguo chuckled inwardly, thinking, "Hmph, this girl's liver and intestines must taste even better. I'll definitely have the chance to sample them more often in the future." In recent days, he had felt a change occurring within his body. Not only was his energy increasing daily, but his blood was constantly surging, as if a powerful force was stirring within him. He guessed that it was likely the bald old woman's incantation magic.

Just as he was lost in thought, the leader appeared with Feng Sheng and the guards.

The Shwedagon Pagoda was brightly lit, the night was cool and pleasant, and tourists flocked to pay their respects. The leader enthusiastically climbed the more than 70 marble steps to the base of the pagoda. He turned around, gazing at the night view of Yangon, a gentle breeze caressing his face, appearing spirited.

"It's been almost twenty years, and I've returned to this 'City of Peace.' Time truly flies," the leader sighed with emotion.

Many people knelt and sat around, worshipping the Shwedagon Pagoda. Among them were monks, nuns, and ordinary people. Burmese people don't burn incense when they worship Buddha; some clasped their hands in prayer, some held prayer beads, and others softly chanted Buddhist scriptures. Nearby, several barefoot women eagerly sprinkled water on a white marble Buddha statue, and the clear sound of bronze bells echoed in the night air.

Feng Sheng's gaze swept over the bustling crowd, catching sight of the handsome Burmese youth who had stood by the Bodhi tree at the foot of the platform. Although his attire was no different from most of the locals, something felt off about him. What was it that was out of place?

The youth was slowly walking up the steps, wearing a plain-colored turban, a white jacket, baggy trousers, and shiny black leather shoes… yes, leather shoes. Locals, both men and women, rarely wear shoes or socks; they're usually barefoot, or wear slippers or perforated sandals. It's said that government officials only wear shoes when receiving foreign guests. Looking at other young men nearby, they were either barefoot or wearing slippers… Feng Sheng silently observed the young man. Years of experience in public security work had instilled in him a keen awareness of any incongruity.

“Feng Sheng, we're going barefoot now,” the leader said, taking off his leather shoes and handing them to the guard behind him. He then stepped onto the polished marble slabs and walked around to one side of the Buddhist hall.

Feng Sheng glanced at the young man one last time, hurriedly took off his shoes, tossed them to the guard, and followed closely behind.

On the southeast corner of the Shwedagon Pagoda stood a small Chinese-style temple with the three large characters “Fushou Palace” inscribed on its plaque.

The leader stood at the temple entrance and instructed Feng Sheng, "This temple was built during the Guangxu era of the Qing Dynasty with donations from overseas Chinese. You stay at the entrance; I'm going inside to meet an old friend."

"Yes," Feng Sheng replied, standing guard to one side of the temple entrance, vigilantly watching the passing tourists and worshippers.

The leader entered the main hall. The red candlelight illuminated the solemn statue of Shakyamuni Buddha. An elderly overseas Chinese couple knelt on prayer cushions, silently praying. Beside the Buddha statue, a middle-aged monk was striking a wooden fish drum.

The leader took out his wallet, pulled out two banknotes, and placed them in the donation box.

"Master, is Elder Anxi here?" the leader asked softly.

The monk bowed and said, "Elder Anxi is in his quarters. May I ask your honorable name and where you come from?"

The leader smiled slightly and said, "Please tell Elder Anxi that an old friend, Red Boy, has come to visit."

"Please wait a moment, benefactor, while I go and inform the elder." The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and turned to enter the inner hall.

The leader turned around and carefully surveyed the hall, muttering to himself, "So many years have passed, the Buddha is still the same Buddha, the incense is still the same incense stick, but the world has undergone earth-shattering changes."

"Things change, people change, all depends on your mind..." came an aged voice from behind.

The leader turned around and saw an elderly monk standing by a large pillar, smiling at him, while the middle-aged monk supported him.

"Elder Anxi, how have you been..." The leader stepped forward and tightly grasped the old monk's hands.

“Red Boy, it’s been twenty years. You still remember to visit an old monk who’s nearing the end of his life?” the old monk said, his voice clearly weak.

The leader helped the old monk inside and sat him down. The middle-aged monk served him fragrant tea and then bowed before leaving.

“Red Boy, I heard you’ve become a high-ranking official in the Central Plains. What brings you to this small temple of an old monk in Myanmar?” Elder Anxi asked.

“What high-ranking official? I’m still serving the people, aren’t I? It’s been twenty years since we parted ways. This time, I’m revisiting this place simply to see an old friend,” the leader said, taking a sip of his tea.

Elder Anxi smiled slightly and said, “Speak, what brings you here?”

The leader nodded and said, “Elder, your wisdom remains as sharp as ever. To be honest, I’ve come specifically to show you something.”

“What could be so special that you would travel all the way from the Central Plains to see me?” Elder Anxi asked, puzzled.

The leader took out the old sheepskin from his pocket and respectfully handed it to Elder Anxi.

"What is this?" Elder Anxi asked疑惑地.

"Please take a look, Elder, what do the numbers on this mean?" the leader earnestly inquired.

Elder Anxi examined the old sheepskin carefully, turning it over and over, and asked suspiciously, "Where did this sheepskin come from?"

"This sheepskin was recorded more than forty years ago by a Karma Kagyu lama from Shambhala. It is said that the numbers inside contain a prophecy of the rise and fall of China within the next hundred years," the leader said solemnly.

Elder Anxi chuckled and said, "Red Boy, you've been fooled."

"What did you say?" the leader asked, puzzled.

"This sheepskin smells very bloody; it was slaughtered no more than a month ago. How could it be something from more than forty years ago?" Elder Anxi said seriously.

The commander froze, his body turning ice-cold. After a long while, he slowly said in a dry voice, "Elder, are you sure?"

"Of course, can't you smell that fresh, bloody aura?" Elder Anxi said calmly.

The commander remained silent. "So, this is a new sheepskin that has been deliberately aged."

"Exactly. Therefore, the prophecy of the Living Buddha from over forty years ago that you mentioned could not possibly be recorded on this sheepskin. At that time, this sheep hadn't even been born yet," Elder Anxi said. "

Jia Shiming!" the commander said through gritted teeth.

Chapter 330

"The target entered Fushou Palace alone?" Kurosawa said thoughtfully. The agents of the Myitkyina consulate had overheard that the commander was going to meet someone at the Shwedagon Pagoda, so he had made arrangements in advance. Fushou Palace was a Chinese temple, so it was naturally listed as a key target for surveillance.

"Notify Point One to take action!" Kurosawa gave the order.

Standing behind Kurosawa was Mr. Mizuyu from the Burmese Consulate General. He had a plaster on his throat, seemingly suffering from a cold. His true identity was an overseas intelligence officer from the Japanese Cabinet Research Office, the head of the Burmese intelligence organization, and he was cooperating with Mr. Kurosawa in this operation.

Mizuyu reached up and touched the plaster on his neck, pressed a switch, and mumbled a Japanese word: "Operation." Then he nodded to Kurosawa.

Actually, the small plaster on his neck contained a miniature wireless throat receiver, capable of sensitively sensing vibrations in the vocal cords and emitting wireless signals.

Inside the Fushou Palace, an elderly Chinese Buddhist couple knelt on prayer cushions, both with identical plasters stuck to their necks and miniature wireless receivers concealed in their ears. Upon receiving the command from Shuiyu, they rose from their cushions, clasped their hands in prayer, and devoutly approached the middle-aged monk still striking the wooden fish drum.

The female layperson walked behind the monk, took out a pack of wet wipes soaked in chloroform, tore open the polyethylene seal, and suddenly covered the monk's mouth and nose with it. The male layperson tightly gripped his arms, shoulders, and the wooden mallet. The middle-aged monk struggled a few times but then became still.

The male layperson dragged the monk behind the curtain of the offering table, while the female layperson, contrary to her frail appearance, moved with remarkable agility and stealthily slipped into the inner hall.

The sound of the wooden fish stopped, and Elder Anxi ceased his conversation. He placed the fake sheepskin in his hand on the table, listened intently, and after a moment said, "Red Boy, you have a tail."

The leader was startled and immediately became alert.

At this moment, an elderly female lay Buddhist, her face streaked with tears, appeared at the entrance of the inner hall. She held an unopened pack of wet wipes and walked in with faltering steps.

"Merciful Master, please pray for my child's soul..." the old woman said pitifully.

Elder Anxi looked at her calmly and said, "Amitabha, please tell me your story in detail."

"My child, you died so unjustly..." The woman glanced at the leader, then quickly scanned the old sheepskin on the table. "Master, please accept this old woman's bow." She then bent down.

"No need." Elder Anxi reached out to stop the old woman.

At that very moment, all the lights in the inner hall went out instantly… A sudden gust of wind swept across the table, and Elder Anxi's arm suddenly swelled, his ten fingers like hooks grabbing at something soft and warm, like a woman's breasts… The elder was shocked and quickly withdrew his hand, his inner strength immediately recoiling. With a "ripping" sound, the old woman crashed heavily into his arms. The

ailing elder was emaciated, weighing less than ninety pounds. Although his martial arts were extremely high, the Buddhist principle of compassion dictated that he could not use force against the old woman. As he hesitated, the woman's heavy and plump body had already pressed the elder onto the bed, her two soft, slippery mounds of flesh pressed against his face.

"Ouch…" With a soft moan, her breath sweet as orchids, the elder felt as if he had been electrocuted, his mind going blank. For the first time in his life, he felt powerless.

At the same time, the leader, seated upright in his chair, suddenly heard the rustling of clothes. An object darted in front of him in the darkness, and he smelled a faint, sweet scent. He immediately realized it was the smell of the anesthetic chloroform, chemically known as chloroform or trichloromethane.

The leader pushed off the ground with his feet, his body and chair swaying backward, crashing against the wall with a thud. Unexpectedly, the back of his head hit a light switch—a dual-circuit switch that could be controlled both indoors and outdoors.

In an instant, the lights came on… The elderly male lay Buddhist, dressed as an overseas Chinese, held a torn package of wet wipes in his hand, his eyes fixed on the spot in a daze. The leader followed his gaze and saw that the elderly female lay Buddhist was climbing on top of Elder Anxi, her breasts exposed and pressed against the elder's face, while the elder's raised hand was still tearing at half a piece of his embroidered robe… “Who are you?” The leader sat upright in his chair, his gaze still sharp, his tone calm.

Elder Anxi dared not move at this moment. Skin-to-skin contact with a woman was a major precept in Buddhism, so he could only hold his breath, close his eyes, and silently chant Buddhist mantras to eliminate impure thoughts.

The old woman chuckled and slowly raised herself up. Her snow-white breasts gleamed under the light; she was actually a middle-aged, voluptuous woman.

“Elder, you are a high-ranking Buddhist monk, why did you so cruelly harm a woman?” the female layperson questioned softly.

“Forgive me, forgive me… Amitabha.” Elder Anxi kept muttering, still not daring to open his eyes.

“Elder, you mustn’t have impure thoughts in the future.” The woman covered her torn bodice, secretly stuffing an old sheepskin inside, then stood up and walked shyly toward the door.

“You rascal, what are you standing there for? Let’s go.” As she passed the male layperson, she nudged him with her hips and said angrily.

“Hmph, stop, you think you can just leave like that?” the leader said with a sneer.

The woman touched the plaster stuck to her neck, muttering a Japanese phrase: "Quickly, get in!" Then she turned around, revealing her bare breasts, and smiled at the leader, saying, "Oh, another old lecher."

The leader scoffed, "Leave the thing behind."

The woman giggled, her hips trembling, and said, "How can something that's part of my body be left behind?"

The leader flew into a rage, and without a word, leaped up, his fingers hooking as he reached for the woman's chest, his move identical to that of Elder Anxi.

"Stop him!" the woman shouted urgently, then ran out, colliding head-on with Feng Sheng who rushed in, both falling to the ground outside the inner hall door.

Feng Sheng, who was guarding the entrance of the Fushou Palace Temple, suddenly noticed several men dressed as local Burmese rushing towards them. Sensing something amiss, he rushed into the temple to inform the leader. However, he bumped into a female lay Buddhist hurrying out of the inner hall. In the instant he fell, he caught a glimpse of the leader out of the corner of his eye and shouted, "Something's wrong!"

Inside, a male lay Buddhist stepped forward to stop the leader. With a "thud," the leader's hand pierced the man's chest.

"Ah..." a scream rang out, the man's face paled, and he stared in disbelief at his chest before his legs gave way and he slowly collapsed.

The leader was also stunned. Causing a death at the sacred Shwedagon Pagoda in Myanmar was no laughing matter. He quickly withdrew his hand; under the lamplight, his fingers were already dripping blood.

The woman fell to the ground, scrambled to her feet, and rushed out of the temple without looking back. Unbeknownst to her, the old sheepskin had slipped and fallen to the ground during the collision.

Feng Sheng clutched his chest; the impact was so powerful it nearly shattered his frame. Fortunately, the woman was plump and had some elasticity; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable. He slowly got up, his hand landing on something. Lifting his hand, he saw it was an old sheepskin… the Geda prophecy! Feng Sheng was shocked. Yes, it was the same old sheepskin that Master Jin had given to the leader in the jungles of Myitkyina the night before, the one stolen from Han Sheng. He remembered the first set of numbers on it: "8341."

Feng Sheng understood. Many things that had happened recently were related to this old sheepskin, and his ancestor had died for it.

Han Sheng was his family's benefactor… Feng Sheng quietly slipped the old sheepskin into his pocket.

"Commander, are you alright?" Feng Sheng rushed into the inner hall, a pistol in his hand.

The commander didn't answer, his gaze fixed on the table. The old sheepskin was gone… “Amitabha, forgive me, forgive me.” Elder Anxi remained lying on the bed, holding up the tattered embroidered garment, muttering incessantly.

“Elder, get up, that woman is gone,” the commander said helplessly.

Elder Anxi scrambled to his feet, opened his eyes, looked around, and with lingering fear, glanced at the piece of fabric in his hand. He cried out as if it were burning his hand and threw it to the ground.

“That woman stole the old sheepskin,” the commander said, his face ashen.

Elder Anxi was stunned, muttering, “Beauty is a curse.”

"Sir, this man is dead," Feng Sheng said, squatting beside the male lay Buddhist and touching his neck. He then suspiciously touched the raised plaster, ripping it off to reveal a miniature device with a short metal wire attached. He exclaimed in surprise, "What is this?"

The commander took the small device, examined it, and scoffed, "This is a throat receiver used by special agents. It modulates audio signals through the vibration of the vocal cords and transmits them wirelessly. This metal wire is the antenna." Feng Sheng, seeing such sophisticated spy equipment for the first time, clicked his tongue in

amazement. "This agent looks Chinese. Could he be from Taiwan?"

"No, he's Japanese. They've relentlessly pursued us here." The commander, recalling the events of Myitkyina the previous night, confirmed that it was Kurosawa's group who did it.

"What should we do with the body?" Feng Sheng frowned. Killing someone in a foreign country meant the aftermath was quite troublesome.

The leader turned to Elder Anxi apologetically and said, "Elder, this happened so suddenly, I'm truly sorry to have troubled you. This man is a Japanese agent, and Kurosawa will not abandon him. He doesn't want to attract the attention of the Burmese police and cause a diplomatic crisis, so as soon as we leave, the Japanese will come and take the body away."

Elder Anxi smiled bitterly and said, "Red Boy, when your father, a Red Army soldier, sent you to me, you were just a child. You were clever and quick-witted from a young age, with great talent, and now you have indeed become a high-ranking official. But Red Boy, you must remember to always be compassionate and never kill again."

"Elder, I'm sorry, I accidentally injured him just now. You already taught Red Boy those lessons when I came to Burma in the spring of 2005 or 2006," the leader said sincerely.

“Red Boy, in this world, you reap what you sow; cause and effect are cyclical. Take care of yourself, Amitabha…” Elder Anxi said, seeing the leader out of the inner hall. Passing the offering table, he sniffed the air, bent down, and pulled the middle-aged monk out from under the curtain.

“He inhaled chloroform; he’ll wake up soon,” the leader said, looking closer.

“Leader…” Outside the Fushou Palace gate, several guards rushed over, carrying shoes.

“Elder, Red Boy takes his leave. I don’t know when we’ll meet again,” the leader said sadly.

Elder Anxi was already seated on the futon, oblivious to everything, silently chanting the Ksitigarbha Sutra to pray for the soul of the deceased agent.

The leader sighed, waved his hand, and, surrounded by guards, left Fushou Palace, then quickly departed from the Great Golden Pagoda.

Chapter 331

A disheveled, bare-chested female lay Buddhist rushed out of Fushou Palace like a madwoman, running wildly to the corner of the Great Golden Pagoda. She was stopped by Kurosawa, Shuiyu, and the others who emerged from a small door. Everyone watched her silently.

"I got it!" the woman shouted excitedly, panting heavily.

"Michiko, give it to me," Shuiyu said calmly, extending her hand.

Michiko reached into her bosom and touched it, then suddenly trembled, as if frozen. All eyes were fixed on her breasts.

"It's gone..." Michiko stammered, her face pale.

"Gone? Baka!" Shuiyu glared at her angrily.

"I... I think I tripped and the sheepskin slipped out," Michiko said, trembling.

Kurosawa approached Michiko, looking directly into her panicked eyes, and slowly asked, "Where did you fall?"

Michiko stammered, "At the entrance to the inner hall, I bumped into... a man, and we both fell down. He must have taken it!" "

Mr. Mizuyu, the target hastily left Fushou Palace, there were six or seven of them." At this moment, the miniature earpiece in Mizuyu's ear emitted a hurried shout from a surveillance sentry.

"Mr. Kurosawa, the target has left, six or seven people, should we track and intercept them?" Mizuyu asked Kurosawa.

Kurosawa sighed and said, "It's too late. I don't want a bloody battle at the Shwedagon Pagoda and attract the Burmese police. Let's go, let's go to Fushou Palace."

From the shadows outside the gate of Fushou Palace, Huang Jianguo emerged.

"Jianguo-kun, what did you see?" Kurosawa asked.

"That guy named Feng Sheng was guarding the temple gate, I couldn't get inside," Huang Jianguo replied. Inside

the main hall, Elder Anxi was still chanting scriptures with his eyes closed, a middle-aged monk lying beside him.

Kurosawa waved his hand, and the group, led by Michiko, entered the inner room. They found the agent disguised as an elderly Chinese man lying on the ground, his chest stained with blood.

"Nakajima is dead," Mizuyu said, crouching down and glancing at him.

Kurosawa's face was pale. He didn't say a word, but coldly told Michiko, "Repeat the scene."

So, Michiko recounted how she had drugged the middle-aged monk, sneaked into the inner room, and seen the old sheepskin on the table. Nakajima cooperated by turning off the power, and she had taken advantage of the darkness to grab the sheepskin and stuff it into her pocket. At that moment, the lights suddenly came back on, and everything went haywire. The old monk tore his clothes and bumped into someone as he rushed out the door. That's when the old sheepskin fell off. As for how Nakajima was killed, she had no idea.

"Where did you collide? Who was that person?" Kurosawa asked.

Michiko shook her head, simply pointing to the doorway.

“It was Feng Sheng, that detective from the Ministry of Public Security, the one who followed my father-in-law every step of the way. I saw him rush into the temple with my own eyes,” Huang Jianguo said from the side.

Kurosawa nodded and said, “Mr. Shuiyu, get rid of Nakajima’s body immediately. We absolutely cannot let the Burmese police get involved and cause unnecessary diplomatic trouble, understand? Later, we’ll find a way to send Nakajima’s ashes back to the country.”

“That old monk knows about it, should we dispose of him too?” Shuiyu asked for instructions.

“Forget it, let’s not cause any more trouble. There was a bloody incident in the temple, he’d love for us to get rid of the body. Don’t worry, that old monk will definitely not tell anyone,” Kurosawa sneered.

The agents removed the bed sheet, worked together to stuff Nakajima’s body inside, and then carried it out of the temple.

“Let’s go.” Kurosawa waved his hand, and the group filed out of the inner hall.

“Master, I’m sorry, you’ll have to clean the room yourself.” Kurosawa bowed to Elder Anxi, and then strode out of Fushou Palace.

The Japanese Consulate General in Myanmar.

"Jianguo, what kind of person is Feng Sheng?" Kurosawa asked.

"He was originally an officer in the Criminal Investigation Bureau of the Ministry of Public Security. During a murder case in Nong'an County, Jilin Province, he met Han Sheng and they traveled south together. Coincidentally, Han Sheng unintentionally saved his father, so he was extremely grateful and regarded Feng Sheng as his family's benefactor. Later, he helped Han Sheng many times, probably out of gratitude. But I don't know why he suddenly ended up working for my father-in-law, and he seems quite loyal," Huang Jianguo said.

Kurosawa pondered for a moment, then asked, "In that case, if Feng Sheng obtains that old sheepskin and knows it belongs to his benefactor Han Sheng, do you think he will hand it over to the commander, or will he find a way to return it to Han Sheng?"

Huang Jianguo thought for a moment and replied, "Feng Sheng is a very loyal man. I think if my father-in-law didn't know that the sheepskin was in Feng Sheng's possession, he would still hand it over to Han Sheng."

"Hmm, I understand, Jianguo-jun. We're currently closest to the prophecy of Geda. The old sheepskin is very likely still in Feng Sheng's hands, so we can't give up. Keep an eye on Feng Sheng; it will be much easier to make our move then," Kurosawa said.

"You mean, we're not going back to Japan yet?" Huang Jianguo asked sheepishly.

"That's right, Jianguo-kun. Once we get the Geda Prophecy, we'll go back to Japan to perform the transplant surgery for you. Don't worry, I guarantee I'll give you the strongest black testicles," Kurosawa comforted him.

"Sigh, can you get some black athletes' testicles?" Huang Jianguo asked helplessly.

"Yes," Kurosawa readily agreed.

The next morning, the personnel monitoring Fushou Palace reported that nothing unusual had been found, and the old monk hadn't gone out.

While having breakfast, intelligence from the Chinese Consulate General arrived. The leader had booked a direct international flight from Yangon to Beijing with China Civil Aviation at noon, and the passenger list included Feng Sheng and the guards.

"Hmm, very good. Send someone to follow them. Also, quickly book two tickets for me and Jianguo-kun on other airlines so we can get to Beijing ahead of time," Kurosawa instructed.

The consulate prepared a new Japanese passport for Huang Jianguo, with a rather meaningful name: "Wuyuan Taro."

At 9:00 AM, Kurosawa and "Wuyuan Taro," dressed in black suits, white shirts, and crimson ties, and wearing sunglasses, boarded a SriLankan Airlines Boeing aircraft, bound for Beijing, the capital of China.

A little over four hours later, the leader and his entourage also boarded a China Civil Aviation international flight to Beijing. Thanks to prior arrangements made by the consulate, the firearms were successfully brought on board.

On the plane, the leader remained somber and silent. Feng Sheng knew this was because of the missing old sheepskin, so he also remained cautiously quiet.

At dusk, in the darkness of Beijing Capital International Airport, the leader and Feng Sheng hurriedly exited the terminal through a special passage, where several cars were already waiting.

A man in a Zhongshan suit approached the leader and handed him an envelope.

The commander nodded, beckoned Feng Sheng to his side, and said, "Feng Sheng, take the night flight directly to Guangzhou, land in Nanchang, and then secretly proceed to Wuyuan. Strictly follow my instructions in the subsequent phone call."

Feng Sheng was taken aback, then replied, "Yes, sir."

"These are your new identification documents, plane ticket, and travel expenses." The commander handed the envelope to Feng Sheng, hurriedly got into the car, and the convoy quickly drove away, disappearing into the night.

Feng Sheng stared blankly at the departing convoy, thinking, "The commander is in a hurry.

" "Gurgle," Feng Sheng's stomach started rumbling. He decided to eat something first. He walked back to the terminal, sat down in a chair in the restaurant, and ordered a bowl of shredded chicken noodles—it cost five yuan! Too expensive.

Inside the envelope were a new work permit and a gun license. The name was still Feng Sheng, the photo seemed to be a copy from an archive, and the workplace was listed as a security officer at a military hospital. Besides this, there was also a letter of introduction, requesting permission to escort a mentally ill man named Zhu Hansheng from Wuyuan, Jiangxi, to Beijing. The envelope contained a wad of old ten-yuan bills, estimated to be at least two thousand yuan—a huge sum, considering his monthly salary was a paltry sixty-two yuan and fifty cents.

His flight was at 8:45 PM, still early. He finished his large bowl of noodles and strolled towards the security checkpoint. His documents and letter of introduction worked perfectly, and he passed through security smoothly. "Comrade, we've confirmed you're going to Nanchang. Please keep your firearm safe," the female security officer solemnly instructed.

A middle-aged male passenger stood close behind him, eavesdropping on their conversation.

The plane took off, and the lights of Beijing gradually faded into the darkness.

"Comrade, I'm sorry, this is my first time flying, I'm a little nervous." A young woman in the seat next to him, with two braids, wearing a blue top and a Mao Zedong badge pinned to her chest, looked at him shyly with large eyes.

She was very pretty, that was Feng Sheng's first impression.

"It's alright, your eardrums might feel a little uncomfortable during takeoff and landing, that's due to changes in air pressure. It'll be fine once we're level with the plane. Comrade, are you going to Guangzhou?" Feng Sheng explained warmly, already quite fond of her.

"No, I'm going to Nanchang," the girl replied.

"Oh, I'm going to Nanchang too, we're going the same way," Feng Sheng said happily.

"Do you live in Nanchang? Your accent doesn't sound like you're from Jiangxi," the girl didn't seem to dislike Feng Sheng.

"No, guess where I'm from?" Feng Sheng deliberately tried to get closer to her.

"Hmm... Beijing?" the girl said, then shook her head.

"I'm from Tangshan," Feng Sheng told her.

"Old man?" The girl smiled gently.

Her smile made her even more beautiful, Feng Sheng thought to himself.

Chapter 232

These old pieces of paper recorded the techniques and moves of the ninth to fifteenth forms of the Zhu You Divine Skill. The ghost infant Shen Caihua couldn't read, but the magnetic field of the Guo Gong Burial Ruler within his body reacted immediately. The images were imprinted in his mind through his retina, each move clearly discernible.

"Giggle giggle..." Shen Caihua suddenly burst into manic laughter.

Han Sheng quickly grabbed him, asking in confusion, "Caihua, what's wrong?"

Shen Caihua slowly stopped laughing, his eyes darting around as he looked at Xiao Qin and said, "I want to get dressed."

Yang Mupin, A Ming, and Xiao Qin all laughed upon hearing this. Han Sheng couldn't help but smile, saying, "It seems our little Caihua has grown up and knows how to be shy."

"Qin'er, go find him some small clothes," Yang Mupin instructed his daughter.

"Come on, little Caihua, come with Auntie to find some clothes to wear." Xiao Qin grabbed Shen Caihua's little hand and walked towards the door.

Shen Caihua turned to look at the few pieces of paper, reluctantly following them out.

At that moment, a rustling sound came from behind; it turned out that Old Man Ming was struggling to get up.

"Dad, you can get up!" Old Man Ming shouted excitedly.

Han Sheng quickly pressed down on his father's shoulders, saying, "Dad, your muscles have atrophied a bit. Don't rush to get up; it will put too much pressure on your bones."

Old Man Ming, with tears in his eyes, looked at Han Sheng with gratitude, sobbing, "I never thought that I, a dying man, could stand up again. My dear brother, you are my family's savior..."

Han Sheng's heart was also warmed. Every time he cured a patient using the medical techniques from the *Qing Nang Jing*, he felt a genuine sense of joy; this was probably the compassionate spirit of a healer.

“Father’s illness is cured, he’ll be able to get out of bed in a few days, and we should be leaving,” Han Sheng said. “Little brother, where are you going? Why don’t you stay in the village a few more days so we can show you some hospitality?” Yang Mupin said sincerely.

“No, we still need to find a baby girl,” Han Sheng replied.

“Ah, is she your child too?” Father looked at Han Sheng in surprise.

“No, she’s the orphan of an old man, kidnapped by a sorcerer from Thailand,” Han Sheng explained.

“Little brother, do you know where they went? This place is full of uninhabited primeval forests,” Yang Mupin asked.

“Myitkyina, they might go through Myitkyina to Yangon, and then to Bangkok,” Han Sheng said. He wasn’t sure if Heize’s words were reliable, but he had no other choice.

“I can gather a dozen brothers, bring guns, and go with you,” Amin interjected.

Han Sheng shook his head and said, "More people are useless, and besides, Dad needs someone to take care of him. If it's convenient, please take us to Myitkyina."

After lunch, the dilapidated American jeep, billowing black smoke, arrived at the mountain village. Amin and Xiaoqin, carrying carbines, escorted them to Myitkyina.

Before leaving, Han Sheng repeatedly declined, but finally accepted the half of Huang Shigong's "Qing Nang Jing" and carefully hid the bamboo tube inside his body shroud.

Shen Caihua, beaming with joy, wore a white headscarf, a Shan-style jacket, and black cloth shoes. His lantern pants had no crotch opening, so urinating might be inconvenient. He tightly hugged his now-shrunken sucker and sat upright in the jeep.

Yang Mupin waved from the bamboo house as the jeep gradually drove away and disappeared into the vast jungle.

The mountain road from Ganbaidi to Myitkyina was rugged and winding, mostly passing through primeval jungles. At dusk, they finally emerged from the mountain pass and could see the small town bathed in the setting sun in the distance.

"That's Myitkyina," Amin said to Hansheng, pointing ahead.

"How are you going to start looking? Should we find an inn to stay in first?" Xiaoqin asked with concern, looking at the dozing Shen Caihua.

The road into Myitkyina had a three-way intersection. One road led north to the Shan State mountains, reaching the Hukawng Valley and the Savage Mountain area; the other led east to Ganbaidi, the direction Hansheng and his companions had come from. These two roads converged here and then headed south into Myitkyina.

At the intersection was a thatched hut, a simple place for travelers to rest and shelter from the sun and rain, with two long wooden benches and a well.

A ragged person lay on one of the benches, slowly sitting up after hearing the sound of the jeep's engine.

As the car drew closer, the man's features gradually became clearer.

"Master Jin..." Han Sheng exclaimed in surprise, his eyes widening.

"You know this man?" Amin asked Han Sheng doubtfully.

"I have a score to settle with him..." Han Sheng said through gritted teeth.

Seeing Han Sheng's angry expression, Amin knew this man was definitely Han Sheng's enemy. He quickly adjusted his carbine, ordered the bearded driver to stop, and aimed the gun at the homeless-looking man. Xiao Qin, seeing this, also grabbed her carbine.

This man was indeed Master Jin. Since parting ways with the leader that night, he hadn't left Myitkyina. He knew Han Sheng wouldn't stay in the rainforest for days. In such a vast primeval forest, finding Han Sheng was like finding a needle in a haystack. Since he knew Han Sheng was coming to Myitkyina to intercept Mong La Chaon and rescue the wrinkled baby girl, he decided to wait at this three-way intersection leading into the city. As long as Han Sheng left the rainforest, he would definitely pass through this place.

He had been waiting in this simple thatched hut for three days and nights, and today he finally got his wish.

The jeep stopped, and the first thing Master Jin saw was two dark gun barrels pointed at him. He was startled, then saw Han Sheng jump out of the car and stand there, coldly staring at him.

"Han Sheng! I've finally waited for you..." Master Jin shouted with joy and surprise, tears glistening in his eyes.

"You killed the Ancestor," Han Sheng said through gritted teeth.

"The Ancestor is dead?" Master Jin asked doubtfully, "Wasn't she always with you?"

"You stole my old sheepskin." Han Sheng stared straight at him.

"It wasn't me," Master Jin hurriedly waved his hands to clarify.

"Then who was it?" Han Sheng asked coldly.

"It was Menglachaweng," Master Jin replied.

Master Jin recounted to Han Sheng what had happened that night.

Around 1 AM, Master Jin, who was by the campfire, suddenly woke up groggily and discovered Menglachaweng. Bing was rummaging through Han Sheng's clothes, trying to rouse him. Just as he was about to speak, he found his muscles numb and he couldn't utter a sound. He could only watch helplessly as Bing found an old sheepskin in Han Sheng's undergarments and hurriedly fled into the rainforest.

Master Jin suspected he had been cursed by the Thai sorcerer, so he secretly used his Heavenly Gang Qi Gong to dispel the curse. To his surprise, at that moment, the old ancestor across the campfire rose and quietly followed Meng Lachawong. Bing chased her into the jungle. Although the old ancestor was powerful, she might not be stronger than him with his Heavenly Gang Qi Gong; how could she not be poisoned? It must be Meng Lachawong. Bing hadn't cast the curse on her, or perhaps she had developed some kind of immunity to it. Master

Jin spent a full hour, until the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), before finally dispelling the curse. Seeing Han Sheng and the infant Shen Caihua fast asleep, he didn't disturb them but continued into the rainforest. Relying on his keen senses honed through years of feigned blindness, he moved swiftly in the darkness, finally catching up with Menglachaweng Bing at the banks of a great river at dawn. A fierce battle ensued, wounding him and reclaiming the old sheepskin.

"You said you reclaimed the sheepskin?" Han Sheng asked in surprise after hearing Master Jin's account.

Master Jin smiled slightly, pulled the old sheepskin from his robes, and handed it to Han Sheng, saying, "Now it's returned to its rightful owner. I've been waiting for you here for three days and three nights."

Han Sheng hesitated before taking the sheepskin, examining it carefully. It was indeed the old sheepskin given to him by the old lama Danba; the numbers on it were exactly the same.

"I just heard you say that the patriarch is dead. What happened?" Master Jin asked in astonishment.

"Our ancestor died in the rainforest, his internal organs shattered by an extremely powerful qigong attack. Wasn't it you who did it?" Han Sheng stared intently into his eyes, but he remained cautious, refraining from mentioning the blood-written message his ancestor had left on his body.

Master Jin pondered for a moment, then said, "Powerful qigong isn't limited to the Quanzhen School's Tiangang Qigong. The Northern and Southern Shaolin, Emei, and even Wudang all have their own legendary hard qigong techniques. If I could see our ancestor's body, I would be able to identify it."

Han Sheng thought that his ancestor was already buried deep in the rainforest; not only would it be difficult to find her, but he also didn't want to disturb her any further.

"You said you've already injured Menglachaweng. Bing, so why didn't you bring back the wrinkled baby girl?" Han Sheng asked, still full of suspicion.

"I didn't see our ancestor's daughter?" Master Jin said in surprise.

"What? Mo Mo isn't with Menglachaweng. Bing?" Han Sheng was shocked.

Han Sheng silently gazed at Master Jin, the blood-stained character "Jin" on his ancestor's chest and abdomen flashing through his mind… His ancestor had undoubtedly died from an extremely powerful form of qigong, but there were many schools of qigong in the Central Plains, and directly attributing it to Master Jin's Tiangang qigong was indeed somewhat lacking in evidence. But if she wasn't killed by Master Jin, why did she warn him on her deathbed? What was she trying to tell him?

If it wasn't Master Jin's doing, and what he said was true, then how did Menglachawong Bing know that the Geda prophecy was hidden in his burial clothes? Could it be that Menglachawong overheard him telling the Master about the old sheepskin by the campfire that night? With Master Jin's keen hearing, it shouldn't have been difficult for him to discover it. Also, if the Master didn't see the wrinkled baby girl, then where was the child…? Then again, if Master Jin was lying, his purpose must be the Geda prophecy. Who exactly is he? No, it wasn't the Japanese; he killed Murakami Takeo and Inubushi. It didn't seem like the group of officials in the capital either, because if they received the prophecy from Geda, they would not only kill him to silence him, but there would be no reason for them to send it back.

Master Jin had been waiting here for three days, wanting to return the old sheepskin; could he really be innocent?

Han Sheng pondered, completely baffled.

“This man has a hooked nose and sunken eyes, a treacherous look on his face. He’s definitely not a good person. Brother Hansheng, let’s finish him off.” Amin pulled back the bolt, pointing the gun at Master Jin’s head.

Hansheng waved his hand and said, “Master Jin is one of us.”

Master Jin breathed a sigh of relief and said to Hansheng, “Brother Hansheng, I know you’re still brooding over the death of our ancestor. I’m just as heartbroken. Whoever killed our ancestor, rest assured, I will find out the truth and avenge her.”

Hansheng looked at the sky; night had fallen. He said, “The most urgent thing now is to find Menglachaweng Bing and track down Zumo. I wonder if he will still pass through Myitkyina.”

“He was seriously injured twice by me, so he definitely won’t reach Myitkyina. He’ll probably stay somewhere in the rainforest to recover. I’ll take you to find him,” Master Jin said.

“It’s getting late. Let’s stay in Myitkyina for now and set off early tomorrow morning,” Hansheng said.

"Alright," Master Jin replied.

Han Sheng turned to A Ming and Xiao Qin and said, "The Master and I are going back into the rainforest. You two should go back first and take good care of your father. If you have the chance to return to your hometown in Jiangxi in the future, you can come to find me in Nanshan Village, Nanshan Town, Wuyuan."

"You're going back to Wuyuan?" Master Jin suddenly asked from the side.

"That's my home," Han Sheng said quietly.

Chapter 333

A small inn in Myitkyina.

"Han Sheng's father, he's lying to you." In the middle of the night, Shen Caihua quietly climbed onto Han Sheng's bed and whispered.

When checking into the inn, Han Sheng refused Master Jin's request to stay with him so that he could protect him at any time. Instead, he booked two separate rooms, explaining that Xiao Caihua should have his own bed so as not to disturb everyone's rest. Seeing that Han Sheng said this, the Master Jin didn't insist anymore and moved into the room next door. "Call me if there's any trouble," he repeatedly instructed.

"What did you say?" Han Sheng suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Shen Caihua, who had climbed on top of him, in surprise.

“He’s a liar,” Xiao Caihua whispered in Hansheng’s ear.

“Who’s a liar?” Hansheng asked.

“Master Jin,” Xiao Caihua whispered.

“How do you know?” Hansheng looked at him suspiciously.

“Momo and the bad guy went to the water’s edge together, and I smelled it,” Xiao Caihua answered confidently.

“Oh…” Hansheng believed in the ghost baby’s sense of smell, Menglachawong. Since Bing and the wrinkled baby girl left their scent on the banks of the Enmai River, it meant they traveled downstream by water. In that case, the story of Master Jin seeing Menglachawong might be fabricated. Of course, it’s also possible that Menglachawong returned to the shore and went back to the rainforest for some reason.

“I understand. Go to sleep.” Hansheng carried Shen Caihua back to bed and pulled the blanket up for him.

Shen Caihua quickly fell asleep, hugging the suction cup.

Let’s wait and see, Hansheng thought.

The next morning, Han Sheng, along with Shen Caihua, Xi Zi, and Master Jin, first explored the small town of Myitkyina, had breakfast, and purchased a batch of food and other supplies, stuffing them all into their backpacks. After all, Lu Taiguan had given them a considerable amount of US dollars, more than enough.

They traveled north along the N'Mai Hka River, trekking through the rainforest for two days. On the morning of the third day, they discovered something unusual.

A clear stream flowed from the depths of the forest into the N'Mai Hka River. Master Jin noticed several pieces of animal pelt floating downstream and cautiously retrieved them for examination.

"Han Sheng, these animal pelts have knife marks; it seems to be the work of humans," Master Jin said thoughtfully.

"Could it be Mong La Chaon Bing?" Han Sheng asked, his gaze fixed on Master Jin, seemingly casually.

"You rest here; I'll go check," Master Jin said, turning to leave.

"Let's go together." Han Sheng picked up Xiao Caihua, carrying a suction cup in one hand, and started walking upstream along the stream.

They walked for about two miles and saw a cave ahead, from which a wisp of smoke rose quietly into the air. There

really was someone... Could it really be Meng Lacha Weng, who was hiding in these deep mountains to recuperate from his injuries? Bing? Han Sheng's heart began to pound with unease. If so, Master Jin hadn't lied, and perhaps someone else had killed the patriarch.

They crept quietly toward the cave entrance, smelling the aroma of roasted meat and faintly hearing voices, seemingly more than one person.

When they reached the cave entrance, the scene before them astonished Han Sheng.

Several animal hides were spread on the floor of the cave. Mingyue leaned against one of them, her eyes half-closed, watching with loving eyes a group of monkeys scrambling around her. Yuanmu sat on a rock, turning over sizzling, oily meat roasting over a campfire, the aroma filling the air—a heartwarming scene of family bliss… Hansheng and Master Jin were stunned, speechless for a long time. Only Shen Caihua stared intently at the monkeys, unconsciously licking his lips.

Yuanmu noticed them, his wary gaze sweeping over them, a clear hostility on his face.

“Wood, it’s you…” Hansheng was pleasantly surprised and took two steps forward.

Master Jin stood with his hands behind his back, watching coldly from the side, saying nothing.

Apewood glared angrily at Hansheng, warning him hatefully, "Don't come any closer."

Hansheng stopped, pointing at the baby monkeys and asking Apewood, "Wood, what are they...?"

"Wood had a woman, so she had little Wood. That's what the bald old woman said," Apewood said, picking up a baby monkey and gently stroking its reddish-brown neck fur.

"Ah! These were born to Mingyue?" Hansheng was utterly astonished. They had only separated a dozen days ago; how could this be? And these babies were all genuine monkeys.

"I caught them," Apewood said affectionately.

"Caught them?" Hansheng blinked.

"Their mother died, so I went and caught them in the cave. They are little Wood," Apewood explained proudly.

So that's how it is. Apewood had adopted these baby monkeys from the mountains; he had done a good deed. Looking at Mingyue's expression, she seemed not to have recovered from the blood curse; her mind was still somewhat dazed.

“Wood, Mingyue has been cursed for several days now. Please believe me and let me heal her,” Hansheng pleaded with Yuanmu.

“No!” Yuanmu refused decisively, adding angrily, “Wood likes women like this.”

Hansheng thought to himself that there was no reasoning with this inhuman Rama ape, but he absolutely could not stand by and watch Mingyue be ruined. So, he hardened his heart and glanced at Master Jin.

The Taoist priest immediately understood Han Sheng's intention to take action himself. Without a word, he leaped forward, his left hand feigning a slap on Yuan Mu's cheek. As Yuan Mu dodged, his right index finger swiftly struck the Yangguan acupoint, located in the depression below the spinous process of the fourth lumbar vertebra, on Yuan Mu's waist... With a "plop," the Taoist priest's hard finger struck the Yangguan acupoint on Yuan Mu's waist. Logically, the Yangguan acupoint is a vital point in the human body, and with the Taoist priest's skill, it should have caused numbness and loss of sensation in Yuan Mu's lower body. However, the meridians and acupoints of the ancient ape were somewhat different from those of humans. Yuan Mu roared in pain, grabbed the Taoist priest, and bit down hard on his nose.

This was completely unexpected for Master Jin. He had thought subduing a monkey would be a piece of cake, but the creature was unaffected by pressure point techniques and even retaliated instantly. In a panic, he could only turn his head to dodge, hearing the powerful snapping of the monkey's teeth. The monkey attacked relentlessly, and Master Jin dodged left and right. In a moment of carelessness, he felt a piercing pain in his ear—his right earlobe had been bitten off by the monkey.

Master Jin was furious. In an instant, his Heavenly Gang Qi surged, and with a "bang," he launched the monkey, weighing over two hundred pounds, heavily into the air, slamming it against the stone wall.

Seeing the situation was dire, Han Sheng's eyes lit up. He threw Shen Caihua and Xizi to the ground and pounced on the monkey like a shadow. Just as the monkey's head was about to hit the hard stone wall, he forcefully pulled it back and slammed it to the ground.

Chaos erupted inside the cave as baby monkeys screamed and scattered in all directions.

Shen Caihua, overjoyed, seized the opportunity when no one was looking, scooped up a baby monkey, and quietly slipped out of the cave. Hiding in the grass beside the stream, he targeted the monkey's neck vein and bit down hard, severing the baby's carotid artery. Blood gushed out, and the monkey eagerly brought its mouth to the vein, sucking the blood with ravenous hunger.

Inside the cave, Master Jin tore off his robe and covered his ears, his anger blazing.

Han Sheng checked the monkey's breath; it had only fainted. The Rama ape was much stronger than humans and was not in mortal danger.

Mingyue sat up blankly, staring in bewilderment at everything that had happened inside the cave.

Han Sheng sighed, looked at Mingyue, stretched out his arm, forcefully reopened the scabbed wound, and let a trickle of blood seep out. He then pressed the blood to Mingyue's lips.

Mingyue, still dazed, licked and swallowed a few drops of blood containing the white staghorn… Moments later, the blood curse on Menglachaweng Bing was lifted.

Mingyue, her clear eyes wide with shock, stared at Hansheng, Daoist Jin, and the ape lying on the stone ground, completely bewildered.

“Hansheng, where…where are we?” Mingyue finally regained her senses.

“Mingyue, you’ve been under a blood curse for over ten days, and you’ve been delirious,” Hansheng said, recounting what had happened to Mingyue.

Mingyue looked at the ape lying on the ground and murmured, “So I was kidnapped to this cave by the ape. Did you kill it…?”

“No, the ape suffered some internal injuries, but it has a very strong constitution and will recover quickly,” Hansheng said.

“Where are you going?” Mingyue asked, regaining her senses.

"I'm searching for the wrinkled baby girl. The ancestor is dead, and I must rescue her orphan and raise her to adulthood," Han Sheng said, a hint of pain on his face.

"The ancestor is dead?" Mingyue was astonished. After a moment, she said, "Then I'll go with you." She was sincerely grateful to Han Sheng and hoped to lend a helping hand.

Han Sheng shook his head and said, "When I left, Lan'er and Uncle Shanren didn't know, and I can't return to Blue Moon Valley for the time being. I hope you can go to the valley and tell Lan'er to reassure them."

Mingyue thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, I'll eventually return to Tabalin Temple anyway, but how do I get to Blue Moon Valley? I don't know the way."

Master Jin covered his ears and interjected, "Go straight towards Meili Snow Mountain from Tabalin Temple. There's a sapphire-like high-altitude lake there. The road into the valley from the lake only appears in the thick fog at 11:15 on the 15th of the lunar month, and it doesn't last very long. If you miss it, you'll have to wait another month."

Mingyue said "Oh," and then asked, "What's the lunar calendar date today?"

Han Sheng calculated for a moment and said, "It's probably the second or third of the month. If we hurry, we might still be able to get there before the 15th."

"Then I'll set off." Mingyue glanced at the ape-shaped tree on the ground.

"I want to go too!" Yuanmu, who had been lying on the ground, had woken up sometime earlier and said eagerly.

Mingyue gazed at Yuanmu for a long time, then sighed and said, "Alright, Wood, but I must tell you, Mingyue will be becoming a nun at Tabalin Monastery. Do you understand?"

Yuanmu nodded, his eyes brimming with tears.

Mingyue turned to Hansheng and said softly, "Wood is the last remaining Rama ape in the world. He has no other of his kind left. We are, in a way, fellow practitioners of the Zhuyou sect, so I'll take him with me, lest he wander alone in the rainforest day and night."

"You want to become a nun again?" Hansheng asked hesitantly.

"Yes, Mingyue has suffered a lot, enduring this calamity. The only way is to stay with the ancient Buddha and the lamp, forgetting all the grudges and grievances of the world..." Mingyue sighed sadly.

Han Sheng silently handed the backpack to Mingyue: "There's some food and necessities in here. Take it with you. With Mutou traveling with you, you shouldn't get lost. Take care."

Mingyue didn't say anything more, helped Yuanmu up, and said, "Mutou, let's go." Yuanmu

said gratefully, "Mingyue, Mutou will always follow his woman. Our little Mutou needs to be taken with us too." As he spoke, he picked up a long wooden stick, called the little monkeys to climb on it, and then walked out of the cave with Mingyue.

Han Sheng heard Yuanmu muttering and counting: "Huh, why does it seem like two little Mutou are missing?"

Mingyue and Yuanmu walked away, a gentle breeze blew, and some withered leaves rustled down from the air, giving rise to a faint sense of sadness.

"Daoist, let me see your injuries," Han Sheng said.

"The bleeding has stopped, it's nothing serious. Where is Shen Caihua?" the Daoist asked in surprise.

Han Sheng looked around and, sure enough, Shen Caihua was nowhere to be seen. Startled, he rushed out of the cave to search for him.

"I heard a noise from the stream," Jin Daoist said alertly.

Han Sheng and the Daoist ran to the stream and saw the body of a baby monkey lying in the grass, its neck stained with blood. Shen Caihua, his trousers rolled up, was standing in the stream washing his hands and rinsing his mouth… Han Sheng sighed and shook his head, then picked up the baby monkey and returned to the cave with Jin Daoist.

The sucker blinked its two round eyes, comfortably stretching out its body. On its grayish-white belly lay a baby monkey, drained dry… "Daoist, let's eat something and continue our journey," Han Sheng said, taking a piece of charred meat from the campfire stand.

The Daoist nodded, and the two ate their fill. The remaining meat could be taken along the way.

The ghost infant remained bloodthirsty, and that suction tube was no different. Alas, what a pity for those two baby monkeys, Han Sheng thought.

Chapter 334:

The Nujiang River Valley, with its towering cliffs, rushing waters, and utter desolation.

Lu Taiguan breathed a sigh of relief and shouted, "Soldiers, look! The other side is the motherland you've been longing for!"

Lieutenant Dai Bingguo, bare-armed and wearing only a piece of animal skin around his waist, and five other Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers threw down their rifles and knelt on the ground with a "thud," tears streaming down their faces, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Thirty-four years! My parents are at home, and your unfilial son has finally returned..." The lieutenant pounded his chest and wailed, snot and tears streaming down his face.

"Dog's mother, are you still waiting for me..." The soldier from Shaoyang, Hunan, dug his hands into the mud, his gray hair fluttering in the wind, letting out a heart-wrenching cry.

"Build rafts and prepare to cross the river!" Lu Taiguan ordered.

The men quickly set to work, and soon a large raft was erected and pushed into the river. They carried the bald old woman's body aboard, while the kappa, now fully recovered, jumped into the Nu River to propel the raft forward.

"Lieutenant Dai Bingguo," Lu Taiguan called out gravely.

"Yes, sir," Dai Bingguo replied.

"Lieutenant, you can no longer return home with carbines. It would be extremely dangerous. The war ended twenty-six years ago. Therefore, I order you to lay down your weapons," Lu Taiguan said sternly. "

Yes, sir! We've long since given up fighting!" Lieutenant Dai Bingguo shouted, then threw his carbine into the Nu River.

The other expeditionary soldiers also immediately unbuckled their belts, throwing their guns, ammunition, and some grenades into the river.

Once ashore, they were already within the territory of Tengchong, Yunnan Province.

After traversing the continuous Gaoligong Mountains, a small town came into view in the distance through the mist. Lu Taiguan's bodyguards, as ordered, went to the town to buy some clothes, cloth shoes, and razors.

"Boss, our off-road vehicle hidden in the woods is still there; no one has found it," one bodyguard reported.

"Very good, we will split up," Lu Taiguan said with satisfaction.

Lieutenant Dai Bingguo and the other four men all cut their long hair and shaved their beards, changing into new clothes—just some blue-gray clothes, the kind worn by a billion people in those days.

"Alright, now no one will suspect your origins," Lu Taiguan said, appraisingly surveying them.

"Sir, we can't wait to get back home," Lieutenant Dai Bingguo said.

“No, you need to be patient for a while longer. Don’t worry, I will make sure you get home safely.” After saying this, Lu Taiguan ordered his two bodyguards to take the five members of the Chinese Expeditionary Force directly southeast towards Lincang and Honghe, through Guangxi to Guangdong, and then across the sea to Hong Kong from Dapeng Bay. They were to hide at Lu’s villa in the Mid-Levels of Hong Kong Island and wait for Lu Taiguan’s return.

Watching their departing figures, Lu Taiguan and another bodyguard carried the bald old woman, along with the kappa and the white-browed gibbon, to the place where they had hidden the car. They stuffed the old woman’s body into the back of the car and sped off towards Hunan.

Soon, they finally caught sight of the Peach Blossom River in the distance.

"Two clear springs, a wisp of smoke, wolf fangs gleaming, a cave hidden within." Lu Taiguan stood atop the bald-headed stone mountain, the misty mountains and deep ravines below. He recalled the verse his aunt had left him, then looked down at her thin, withered body and sighed deeply.

"Boss, how can we get down such a deep ravine?" the bodyguard asked fearfully, peering down at the cloud-shrouded cliffs.

"Go back to the car by the river and wait for me. The kappa can carry my aunt's body down," Lu Taiguan ordered.

"Yes, boss," the bodyguard replied, hurrying back the way he came.

The kappa was indeed much more agile than humans, carrying the bald old woman's body down the cliff with ease. The gibbon was even more graceful, swinging back and forth on vines.

Lu Taiguan took a deep breath, grabbed a long vine, and slowly descended the cliff.

They lit torches and followed the passageway through the cave, soon arriving at the "Hidden Cave."

"Swordsmanship and chanting, I recall Jia Yi's strategies; sails lowered for a rest, I idly seek out Qu Yuan's writing platform. The Heavenly Questions are silent, Qu Yuan left his stone drum; the boat is fortunate, this humble scholar visits the fishing islet today… Ah, is the visitor the returning Wu family members? This admiral has been waiting here for far too long." A trembling voice suddenly came from within the stone gate.

From the stone coffin in the stone hall, a large, bald head emerged, gray-white pupils gazing in their direction, the wrinkles on his face seemingly even more pronounced, and a wide grin revealing a cluster of uneven, yellow teeth.

"Old sir, it is I, Taiguan. The souls of the 64 Wu family members from Xiushan have been brought back." Taiguan Lu hurriedly stepped forward and knelt before the stone coffin.

"Oh, Grand Master, our Wu family's bald old woman is dead? This Admiral has already caught a whiff." Old Master Wu twitched his nose a few times, then sighed.

"Reporting to you, sir, my aunt has unfortunately passed away," Grand Master Lu said somberly.

"Tell me, how did she die?" Old Master Wu pressed. Grand

Master Lu said bitterly, "My aunt was drained of all her life force by a treacherous villain during her petrification period."

"Ah! I'm furious... Just who is this villain?" Old Master Wu roared angrily.

"The villain's name is Huang Jianguo, from Wuyuan, Jiangxi, and he has now defected to the Japanese," Grand Master Lu briefly recounted the events. "

He actually knows the art of corpse absorption?" Old Master Wu murmured in surprise.

The kappa gently laid down the bald old woman's withered body, then pulled the white-browed gibbon's arm, and together they knelt before the stone coffin.

"Master, the Kappa has finally found a satisfactory wife." It spoke to the stone coffin telepathically.

"Hmm, I think this gibbon is gentle and virtuous, a good match for the Kappa. Very well, I will officiate your wedding tonight. But what about the girl from last time?" Old Master Wu turned his gray-white pupils, staring at the gibbon and nodding.

"Miss Mingyue was abducted by a Rama ape from the rainforest." Official Lu replied respectfully.

"Reporting to you, sir, before my aunt passed away, she asked you to split open her skull and retrieve the Zhuyou relic containing the souls of 64 Wu family members. I couldn't bear it, so I brought her body back from afar. Please decide, sir." Official Lu said.

"Good, Official Lu, the Wu family members should have such filial piety. I have now completed my mission and it is time for me to emerge from the coffin." Old Master Wu said, slowly rising from the stone coffin.

Under the orange glow of the torches, Wu Jiabang, a first-rank official and admiral of the Yangtze River Navy during the Xianfeng era, stepped naked from the stone coffin. His skin below the neck was completely covered in lush, green moss… Lu Taiguan was speechless with astonishment.

“This stone coffin is an excellent place to nurture a corpse. Now, I have cultivated for a hundred years and become the world’s number one ‘flying zombie,’ hahaha…” Old Master Wu laughed shrilly, the piercing whistling echoing through the stone hall.

“Old Master, then you are the legendary ‘ba’ with eyes on the top of its head?” Lu Taiguan exclaimed. In the rainforest, Han Sheng had mentioned that flying zombies were also called ‘ba,’ with eyes on the top of their heads, moving with incredible speed. Throughout history, officials and commoners considered them great pests, searching the countryside for their traces, capturing them, and burning them to ashes.

"Not bad, young man, you do have some insight." Old Master Wu praised, lowering his head. Sure enough, on the top of her bald head were two large eyes, single-lidded, with yellow pupils and white showing.

The old man walked to the bald old woman's side, reaching out to gently stroke her bald head, murmuring, "You are the best daughter-in-law in the Wu family for a hundred years. I can't bear to split your head open. How about this, I'll take you to the top of Shame Mountain tonight and release the Wu family's children to go home."

"Reporting to the old man, my aunt left a will, requesting that the Grand Master bury her remains next to her master in the Poyang Lake Valley of Jiangxi," said Grand Master Lu.

"Alright, so be it," Old Master Wu agreed.

In preparation for the wedding that evening, the kappa first jumped into the pool in the stone hall to bathe, not only washing every single brown hair on its body, but even peeling open its three anuses and rubbing them repeatedly to remove years of grime, instantly feeling incredibly refreshed. After bathing, he reached out and grabbed a fish basket hanging on the wall, then dived to the bottom of the pool and swam to the Peach Blossom River. Before long, he caught some river fish, crabs, and shrimp to serve as a feast for his wedding banquet.

"I'll go and get some food too," Old Master Wu said, and with a swift movement, he vanished from the stone gate of the "Hidden Cave" like a gust of wind.

"Truly, he moves like the wind," Lu Taiguan exclaimed in admiration.

When Old Master Wu returned, he carried a large bundle on his shoulder. Unpacking it, he found not only roast chicken, salted duck, and braised pig's head, but also several bottles of liquor.

"Old Master, where did you get all this? Can you still eat such greasy food?" Lu Taiguan asked doubtfully.

"Of course I can! I just robbed a small shop. Although I haven't eaten for a hundred years, I'm craving it all. I can't resist! Tonight, you and I, grandfather and grandson, will have a big drinking session!" Old Master Wu replied confidently.

Halfway through the banquet, Old Master Wu couldn't hold it in any longer. He hurriedly squatted down outside the stone door of the "Hidden Cave" and started having diarrhea...

Chapter 336

Looking at the elderly customer who suddenly barged in—wearing a yellow military cap, a blue Zhongshan suit, and white Feiyue shoes—the two waitresses exchanged glances, then muttered under their breath, "Crazy."

Lu Taiguan quickly stepped forward and said politely, "Comrade, we're here to eat. This old gentleman likes to joke."

"Sit down," a waitress said, pointing to the table next to her and slamming down a menu.

Lu Taiguan quickly pulled Old Master Wu down to sit, whispering, "Old Master, this isn't the Xianfeng or Guangxu era anymore. The titles have changed. From now on, you must address everyone—men, women, young, and old—as 'comrade.'"

"Comrade? Don't be so glib," the old man muttered, lowering his head and glancing through the holes in his hat at the young woman at the next table.

"Hmm, this woman is very beautiful, without any makeup, naturally beautiful, especially her teeth, which are white and shiny," he peeked under the table, then shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity she has big feet."

"Old man, her white teeth are from brushing them, and besides, big feet are fashionable now; the old-fashioned three-inch bound feet are long gone," Lu Taiguan explained. "

Comrade, let's order." Lu Taiguan opened the menu and ordered some Jiangxi specialties, such as the three treasures of Lushan: stone fish, stone chicken, and stone ear fungus; Yuzhang crispy duck; bamboo tube steamed sausage; Poyang Lake lion's head meatballs; and lampwick cake. "

Our restaurant's Tengwang Pavilion red crispy pork has a good reputation, would you like some?" the waiter introduced.

"Yes, a large plate, please." Lu Taiguan nodded.

"Lampwick cake from Longxingpu in Xiongshi Town, Guixi? That was a tribute during the Qianlong era." The old man clicked his tongue, a little drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"‘The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together; the autumn water blends with the vast sky.’ Back then, Wang Bo was only twenty-six when he wrote ‘Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng,’ yet he depicted such a beautiful scene and wrote immortal lines. It's a pity he drowned the following year; truly, heaven is jealous of talent." Looking at the pavilion in the night sky outside the window, Lu Taiguan couldn't help but sigh.

“Hmph, the setting sun is a moth, what the locals call ‘xia'e,’ and the lone wild goose is a wild duck. The so-called ‘the setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together; the autumn water blends with the vast sky’ is actually just wild ducks catching moths and insects to eat, hence their flight together,” Old Master Wu said dismissively.

“Ah…” Lu Taiguan stared blankly at his ancestor.

"This old comrade's interpretation is quite novel," the man at the next table smiled at the old man, then introduced himself, "My name is Feng Sheng. May I ask your surname, sir?"

Old Master Wu lowered his head, peered at the man through the hole in his hat, and then said loudly, "I am the Admiral of the Yangtze River Navy, a first-rank official of the current dynasty, and I am Wu Youbang of Xiushan."

Feng Sheng was taken aback, while the pretty young woman beside him giggled, her full breasts trembling slightly, the Chairman Mao badge pinned to them swaying gently under the light, as if gleaming gold.

"Whose portrait is that?" Old Master Wu asked, pointing to the badge in surprise.

"Chairman Mao, sir, you don't know him?" the woman said with a smile.

"The current Emperor," Lu Taiguan whispered in the old man's ear.

Feng Sheng looked at the old man with great interest. With the keen insight he had developed over many years of police work, he could already sense that this old man was different from ordinary people, but he was certain he wasn't mentally ill.

"Old Wu, you're quite the joker. Maintaining an optimistic attitude is very beneficial to the health of the elderly. Just now you said that 'the sunset glow' didn't refer to the evening clouds in the sky, and 'the lone wild goose' wasn't a wild goose either. That was your own conjecture, wasn't it?" Feng Sheng asked with a smile.

"No, I have my reasons. To understand the line 'The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, the autumn water blends with the vast sky,' one must be familiar with the local customs and traditions. Wu Zeng of the Song Dynasty, in his *Nenggaizhai Manlu: Bianxia Wu*, said, 'The setting sun is not the sunset glow of clouds. It refers to a type of moth that flies in autumn in Nanchang, similar to the wheat moth of today. Around July and August, they all fall into the river, their origin unknown. River fish eat them, and the locals call it "xia" (霞, meaning sunset glow). Therefore, I paired it with the wild goose.' The commentary on *Liji: Quli Xia* quotes Li Xun's annotation, 'Fu is the name of a domestic duck; Wu is the name of a wild duck.' Therefore, this timeless line actually refers to wild ducks eating moths, something known to all the officials." Seeing Feng Sheng's refined manner, Old Master Wu patiently explained.

"Old Master Wu is truly learned," the young woman praised.

After meeting Liu Jia from China International Travel Service on the plane, Feng Sheng learned that she was in Jiangxi from Beijing to investigate tourism resources. He strongly recommended that she visit Wuyuan, saying that its Hui-style architecture and pastoral scenery constituted the most beautiful countryside in China. Unexpectedly, Song Jia readily agreed, which thrilled Feng Sheng. He thought how prestigious it would be to introduce such a beautiful woman to his parents back home in Tangshan.

"Young lady, are you Manchu or Han? How old are you?" Old Master Wu asked the girl with great kindness.

Song Jia was taken aback, then smiled sweetly, glancing at Feng Sheng, and said softly, "Old Master Wu, you can just call me Xiao Song. I'm Han Chinese, and I'm twenty-four years old."

"Are you married?" the old man pressed.

Song Jia's gaze returned to Feng Sheng, who was staring at her nervously. The girl blushed and shook her head, saying, "I haven't met the right person yet."

Feng Sheng's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.

"Move aside!" A waiter placed several large plates on the table, spilling a little sauce onto the front of Old Master Wu's blue Zhongshan suit.

"Sorry," the waiter said, turning and leaving without looking back.

"It's alright," the old man said, wiping his clothes, accidentally revealing a tuft of green hair.

Feng Sheng and Song Jia stared in surprise at the tuft of soft green fur... Seeing this, Lu Taiguan quickly reached out and tucked the green fur protruding from the old man's collar back in: "Look, the old man's green fur vest is showing," he then turned to Feng Sheng and Liu Jia and said, "Our old man has a cold back, so he wears a green fur vest all year round."

Old Master Wu looked down, picked up a piece of glutinous rice cake, put it in his mouth, and then clicked his tongue and said, "No wonder it's a snack that Emperor Qianlong liked to eat. The taste is sweet, soft, and fragrant, just like my eight concubines."

Liu Jia smiled: "Old Master Wu, you have eight... concubines?"

"They're all dead. Only I am still alive," Old Master Wu replied sadly.

Hearing this, Feng Sheng wasn't sure if the old man was mentally sound.

"Old Master, aren't you hungry? You should talk less and eat more," Lu Taiguan smiled apologetically at Feng Sheng and advised the old man.

At that moment, a male and a female police officer in blue uniforms and several militiamen wearing red armbands and carrying semi-automatic rifles suddenly walked into the restaurant.

"Comrades, listen up! We're starting to check identification now. Anyone with a work permit and letter of introduction, put them on the table," the male police officer shouted.

"Officer, what's going on?" Lu Taiguan asked, puzzled.

"Officer? Where are you from? Show me your identification." The police officer looked at Lu Taiguan with surprise; no one in the Central Plains ever addressed a policeman as "Officer."

Lu Taiguan and his bodyguard each pulled out their Hong Kong and Macau Compatriot Travel Permits.

"Oh, so you're from Hong Kong. It's alright," the police officer's gaze fell on the old man who was engrossed in eating Tengwang Pavilion red crispy pork, and she said, "Hey, your identification."

Old Mr. Wu kept his head down and ignored her, but his eyes peered through the small hole in his hat at the female police officer, who was about forty years old, with a rough, dark complexion and a stern face.

"Officer, this is my husband; he's a bit mentally challenged," Lu Taiguan quickly explained with a forced smile.

"You, take off your sunglasses," the police officer insisted, unmoved.

Old Master Wu slowly raised his head and said disdainfully, "Which government office in Nanchang Prefecture are you from? How dare you shout at me, the governor?"

The male police officer was taken aback, thinking that this strangely dressed old man seemed to have mental problems, so he hesitated and looked at the female police officer.

"Is he really mentally ill?" the female police officer asked in a steady tone, like a leader.

"Yes, he is." Lu Taiguan reached out and took off the old man's sunglasses, revealing two dull, grayish-white pupils... "Oh..." the female police officer frowned in disgust and said, "Is he also from Hong Kong? Where is his travel permit?"

"He... was brought from his hometown in the mountains to the provincial hospital for treatment. He's blind and hasn't seen much of the world, please forgive him." Lu Taiguan made up an explanation.

"Strange, there are female constables with such ugly appearances in the prefectural government office?" Old Master Wu shook his head and sighed.

"What did you say?" the female police officer said angrily.

The male police officer stared suspiciously into the old man's eyes and whispered to the female officer, "Chief, I suspect this old man is problematic. You said he's blind, how can he still see people's faces clearly?"

"You..." Although the female chief was unattractive, no one dared to mention it to her face. Now, her subordinate was intentionally or unintentionally mocking her appearance, which infuriated her. She ordered, "If he can't produce identification and a letter of introduction, take him to the station for questioning."

"Yes, sir." The militiamen gathered around.

"Insolence!" Old Master Wu slammed his hand on the table, his face darkening, and shouted, "Who dares to touch this admiral?"

Chapter 337

At the nearby dining table, Feng Sheng sipped his drink while watching the commotion.

Liu Jia had a good impression of the old man who had praised her beauty, something all girls would like to hear. However, in those days, men were generally reserved, and few dared to speak so frankly like Old Master Wu.

“This blind old man is quite pitiful. How should we help him?” Liu Jia whispered to Feng Sheng.

Not wanting to ignore a girl he admired who wanted something, Feng Sheng slowly stood up.

“Comrade, this is my identification.” Feng Sheng walked up to the policewoman and pulled out his old work ID from the Criminal Investigation Bureau of the Ministry of Public Security.

“Ah, the Criminal Investigation Bureau of the Ministry of Public Security…” The policewoman was surprised. In the 1970s, it wasn’t easy to meet someone from the Ministry of Public Security in Beijing.

“Please look at this.” Feng Sheng handed her the letter of introduction from the envelope his superior had given him.

“To escort a mentally ill patient named Zhu Hansheng to Beijing from Wuyuan, Jiangxi…” the policewoman read aloud.

“That’s right, this old man is Zhu Hansheng, from Nanshan Village, Wuyuan County. The Ministry of Public Security and the General Hospital of the People’s Liberation Army are conducting a secret study on him. Comrade, what is your surname?” Feng Sheng said confidently.

“My surname is Qin, and I am the head of the Tengwangge Police Station,” the policewoman quickly replied.

"Director Qin, your revolutionary vigilance, meticulous work attitude, and responsible spirit are excellent. I will report this to the leaders of the Nanchang Municipal Bureau. Well, I'll leave this to you; you can continue with your other work," Feng Sheng said, adopting a haughty demeanor.

"Okay, thank you, Comrade Feng Sheng," the female director said with a smile, then gestured for her subordinates to leave.

"You know Zhu Hansheng from Nanshan Village in Wuyuan County? That young, barefoot miracle doctor?" Lu Taiguan asked Feng Sheng in surprise.

"Yes, he's a good friend of mine and a benefactor to my family. You know him too?" Feng Sheng said, surprised.

Liu Jia listened silently from the side.

"But why does your letter of introduction say you're escorting the mentally ill Zhu Hansheng to Beijing?" Lu Taiguan asked疑惑地问道.

"It's a long story. Since we're all friends of Hansheng, how about we have a few drinks together?" Feng Sheng suggested.

"That's an excellent idea! I'll have a few drinks too," Old Master Wu exclaimed happily.

Feng Sheng and Liu Jia sat down together, and Lu Taiguan beckoned to the waiter to order wine.

"Old Master, what kind of wine would you like to drink?" Lu Taiguan asked the old man.

"I've heard that during the Guangxu era of the Qing Dynasty, there was a wine called 'Lou Yuanlong' on Zhangshu Manchu Street. This wine has four characteristics: 'bright as a diamond, clear as crystal, fragrant and intoxicating, mellow and sweet without any impurities, and nourishing to the body and mind like Ganoderma lucidum.' Lu You of the Southern Song Dynasty praised it, saying, 'Famous wine from Qingjiang, its tender color is like that of a new goose.'" The old man's mouth was already watering as he spoke.

The waitress, having already noticed that these people were no ordinary individuals, softened her tone considerably. She then stood before the table and began reciting her lines: "This old gentleman certainly knows how to drink! You're referring to 'Si Te Jiu' from Qingjiang, Jiangxi. It's made from rice, wheat koji, and high-quality saccharification and fermentation, using deep well water, solid-state fermentation in earthen cellars, and long-term aging. It's carefully blended and has a history of over 1700 years. In 1959, our beloved Premier Zhou praised it as 'fragrant, mellow, and with an unforgettable aftertaste' after tasting it."

Two bottles of Si Te Jiu were placed on the table. Old Master Wu quickly grabbed one and gulped down more than half of it. "Good wine!" he exclaimed repeatedly.

After three cups, the atmosphere at the table immediately became harmonious. Lu Taiguan and Feng Sheng each recounted how they met Han Sheng, feeling as if they had found kindred spirits over drinks, as if they had known each other for a long time.

Old Wu sat close to Liu Jia, his nose twitching constantly, occasionally lowering his head to peek at her through the small hole in his hat… Wu Youbang, the Yangtze River Naval Commander, said: “There are nine essential qualities for any beautiful woman. When Emperors Xianfeng and Guangxu selected the most beautiful women in the land, they all adhered to these principles. First, she must have black hair and thin temples, as black as cicada wings. Second, her hair must be styled in a cloud-like bun, resembling mist, to accentuate her long neck and well-proportioned face. This is because people from the Central Plains tend to have short necks and flat faces. This technique originated from Nuwa, and its greatest achievement was Zhao Feiyan, one of the Four Beauties of ancient China. Third, her eyebrows must be painted with dark blue pigment, a makeup technique where the eyebrows are shaved off and then drawn with dark blue pigment to resemble a crescent moon. Fourth, her eyes must be bright and expressive, large and bright, with expressive eyes…” Her eyes glared fiercely, filled with sorrow and hatred—a sight no man could resist. Fifth, her lips were red and her teeth white; imagine, red lips and white teeth, a perfect match, utterly alluring. Sixth, her fingers were slender and soft, her arms fair, rounded, and supple, irresistible to the touch. Seventh, her waist was slender and her skin snow-white, like solidified cream, delicate and flawless. Eighth, her makeup was appropriate; a woman's attire was appropriate, with a light blush on her cheeks. Rouge, originally invented by the Xiongnu, was introduced to China during the Han Dynasty. It was used to cover imperfections by applying white powder to the face. Ninth, her body exuded a natural fragrance, a pleasant aroma, not a foul odor that would make one hold their nose and leave. Old Master Wu spoke eloquently, like a preacher, his spittle flying everywhere.

"Wow, so there are so many rules to follow when it comes to beautiful women," Liu Jia exclaimed.

"Of course, there's also the most important one," Old Wu said solemnly.

"What is that? Old Wu, please tell me quickly," Liu Jia urged.

"It's a pair of lotus feet," Old Wu replied seriously.

"It's three-inch golden lotuses!" Liu Jia laughed heartily.

Old Master Wu said solemnly, “During the Zhengde era of the Ming Dynasty, ‘Lotus Foot Competitions,’ also known as ‘Foot Contests,’ were popular in the Central Plains, especially in Shanxi and Zhili. On the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, and the Mid-Autumn Festival on the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, men and women would gather at temple fairs and markets, either in open spaces, in carriages, or at home on their doorsteps, covering their faces with veils and displaying their feet—of course, with shoes and socks—for onlookers to admire and comment on. The winners would become incredibly wealthy, and matchmakers would flock to their homes. To be precise, the bound feet in Shanxi were superior to those in Zhili and the capital region, hence the saying ‘Shanxi is better than Yan and Zhao.’”

“Old Master Wu, I just heard your insightful views on the ‘Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng,’ but how come you seem to admire and even revere the feudal custom of foot binding?” Feng Sheng, captivated by the old man’s eloquent speech, asked with a smile.

"No, though the long foot-binding cloths may have deformed toes, broken flesh and bones, the small, beautiful lotus feet are still incredibly alluring. Men flock around them like bees and butterflies, completely captivated. When they're engrossed, their thoughts flow freely, producing witty remarks. Unfortunately, since the twentieth year of the Daoguang Emperor's reign, Western influences have spread to the Han, and Western customs have entered the East. Men in the Central Plains have actually developed a taste for large breasts, wide hips, high noses, and broad mouths. Alas, the world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be." Old Wu sighed deeply as he finished speaking.

"Old Wu, do you think I'm a beauty?" Liu Jia asked confidently.

Feng Sheng pricked up his ears, paying close attention to Old Wu's assessment of Liu Jia.

“The Book of Poetry says, ‘Plain skin is the most beautiful color.’ Fair skin is the rarest quality in a person; there’s a saying, ‘Fair skin covers nine flaws.’ Women with fair and delicate skin are highly sought after, while those with dark and rough skin are disliked. Your fair and delicate skin is truly rare. The ancients said that a woman with long, narrow eyes is gentle; those with large, coarse eyes are fierce and jealous; those with bright, clear eyes are mostly intelligent, while those with dull, lifeless eyes are mostly foolish; delicate hands are often intelligent, and slender fingers are often clever. Judging from your appearance, you are truly a rare beauty,” said Old Wu.

“May I ask, Old Wu, what is a rare beauty?” Feng Sheng asked sincerely, delighted.

“A rare beauty is hard to define, indescribable, but it makes one’s heart flutter,” Old Wu murmured.

My heart has already been fluttering non-stop, Feng Sheng thought.

"A good woman must love cleanliness, her makeup must be light, her clothes should not be expensive but neat, not expensive but elegant, not expensive to match her birth and status but to match her figure and appearance, especially her lower garments, which should be light but not sloppy, pure but not cluttered." The old man picked up the wine bottle and took a few

more gulps. "You, with your pointed forehead, exposed back and serpentine figure, you must have fallen into prostitution in your early years. Even if you weren't a prostitute, you were still a woman standing behind a screen..." Old Master Wu

said with a slight smile. Liu Jia's face changed drastically upon hearing this.

"What does 'a woman standing behind a screen' mean?" Liu Jia asked coldly.

"The 'Song of Women in Guigu Lane' says: 'With authority but no eyebrows, her spirit is upright; she walks without dust, her smile hides her teeth; without shoulders but with a back, she stands like a tortoise—this is the body of a chaste woman. With charm but no authority, her movements are light; this person will eventually fall into prostitution; even if she wasn't a prostitute, she was still a woman standing behind a screen.' If this admiral is not mistaken, you were originally a woman of the world." Old Master Wu said smugly.

"You..." Liu Jia's face contorted with rage. He slammed his chopsticks on the table and stood up to leave.

"Little Liu, where are you going?" Feng Sheng, seeing this, was alarmed and quickly reached out to pull him back.

"The toilet!" Liu Jia said angrily, then turned and left.

Lu Taiguan was greatly embarrassed and quickly apologized, "Feng Sheng, the old man's mind isn't quite right, he speaks without thinking, please don't take offense."

Feng Sheng smiled faintly, "It's alright, it was just

Old Wu joking, how could I mind?" "Old man, please don't talk nonsense anymore, I beg you." Lu Taiguan pleaded.

At this moment, Old Master Wu was engrossed in savoring one of the three treasures of Lushan, the stone chicken, a type of forest frog from the streams and creeks of Lushan, said to be extremely nutritious. Old Master Wu bit off the heads of four or five stone chickens from the plate, stuffed them into his mouth, and then chewed them with relish using his uneven, yellow teeth, seemingly ignoring Lu Taiguan's words.

Lu Taiguan shook his head; even a first-rank admiral like himself couldn't do anything about this patriarch of the Wu family.

Liu Jia came out of the restroom, quietly slipped to the service counter, and whispered, "Comrade, I need to make a long-distance call."

She dialed 113, gave the operator a Beijing phone number, and was immediately connected.

"This is Liu Jia, currently in Nanchang. Feng Sheng is preparing to go to Wuyuan, and we met a Hong Kong man named Lu Taiguan here in Nanchang..." Liu Jia said softly.

A cold voice came from the receiver: "Lu Taiguan? Hmph, is he with five other elderly men?"

"Only one elderly man, and he's blind," Liu Jia replied.

"Blind man? That's not right. What about the five men from the expeditionary force? Hmm, here's what we'll do: you keep a close eye on Feng Sheng and find that old sheepskin. I believe it's still on him, no matter what method you use, understand? I'll send someone to reinforce you immediately. Remember, his name is Wuyuan Taro. He's very familiar with the local situation. Keep in touch by phone at all times," Kurosawa instructed.

"Yes, Mr. Kurosawa," Liu Jia replied respectfully, then hung up the phone and paid the long-distance call fee.

"Liu Jia, you're back. Old Wu's mind isn't quite right, please don't take it to heart," Feng Sheng said with concern.

Liu Jia smiled sweetly and said softly, "I don't mind at all. Old Wu is a man who loves to joke, isn't he?" With that, she downed her glass of wine in one gulp.

Seeing this, Feng Sheng felt relieved. He picked up a large piece of juicy Tengwang Pavilion crispy pork and placed it in Liu Jia's bowl, saying considerately, "You must be starving. Eat more; we need to travel to Wuyuan tomorrow morning."

"Feng Sheng, are you sure Han Sheng will return to Wuyuan?" Lu Taiguan asked doubtfully.

"Yes, I believe it," Feng Sheng replied.

He pondered to himself, "The commander wants Master Jin to return to the rainforest to find Han Sheng, and then orders him to bring Han Sheng back to Wuyuan. But he also instructed me to shoot Master Jin in Wuyuan to silence him and escort Han Sheng back to the capital. After returning to the capital, I might also be silenced... Sigh, what kind of bloody conspiracy have I been drawn into?"

Chapter 338

That night, the group checked into an inn next to Tengwang Pavilion.

Above the shop hangs a plaque with the famous lines from Chen Guan's poem "Sending Zhang Xian to Yunnan from Tengwang Pavilion," written during the Ming Dynasty: "In the clear autumn dawn over Yuzhang City, Tengwang Pavilion lingers with joy as guests depart." This reveals that Tengwang Pavilion was once an ideal place in Yuzhang City for welcoming and sending off guests, a place for banquets, farewell ceremonies, and welcoming ceremonies. The host emulated the legendary Yan Gong, while the guests admired Wang Lang

. The bright moon hangs in the sky, a cool breeze blows, and the

Gan River flows like a ribbon, evoking memories of the past. Old Master Wu, in high spirits, went to the restroom twice, unable to sleep. He simply stood on the balcony, gazing under the moonlight at the dilapidated Tengwang Pavilion, a famous Jiangnan tower from over 1300 years ago.

Tengwang Pavilion was first built in the fourth year of the Yonghui era of the Tang Dynasty (653 AD) by Li Yuanying, son of Emperor Gaozu of Tang, when he served as the governor of Hongzhou. It subsequently endured the reigns of the Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties, experiencing repeated periods of prosperity and decline, until it was finally destroyed by war in 1926.

"Back then, the Tengwang Pavilion, one of the three famous towers in Jiangnan, was now nothing but ruins. It's truly a disappointment for this admiral," the old man said indignantly.

"Old sir, isn't it a bit too abrupt of you tonight to speak so disparagingly of Mr. Feng's girlfriend, Miss Liu?" Lu Taiguan complained.

"To presume upon a beauty? No, this woman is far from kind. Her sparse eyebrows suggest she's already lost her virginity, her eyes are watery and alluring, her forehead is sharp and narrow, a sign of greed and baseness. As the saying goes, 'High cheekbones kill without a knife.' Though she may be a beauty, she will harm your friend." The old man declared emphatically.

Lu Taiguan smiled dismissively and said, "Grandfather, I find Miss Liu quite gentle and refined."

"Taiguan, do you doubt my judgment? I've seen countless women in my life; even Grand Councilor Mu Zhang'a and Vice Minister of War Zeng Guofan have consulted me!" the old man roared angrily.

Lu Taiguan shook his head helplessly and retreated to his room. There was no point in arguing with this old man.

"Shh..." The old man suddenly fell silent and whispered, "You don't believe me? Fine, this admiral will show you. This wretched woman is already knocking on your friend's door."

"How do you know?" Lu Taiguan shook his head, seemingly unconvinced.

When they checked into the inn, four rooms were booked in total. Lu Taiguan, fearing the old man might cause trouble, offered to share a room with him. The bodyguard had a separate room, and Feng Sheng and Liu Jia each took a room next to each other along the corridor.

"I'm already a flying zombie, how could I not know?" The old man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Taiguan, come with this admiral to see for yourself." The old man smiled sinisterly.

"That's not a good idea. Spying on young men and women, if we're discovered, wouldn't that be disrespectful to our age? What about our reputations?" Lu Taiguan hesitated before speaking.

The old man said solemnly, "I'm here to teach you 'the art of judging women' on the spot, so you won't be fooled again. Alas, how can the Wu family members be such pedantic fools?"

"Alright, alright, ancestor, we mustn't be discovered, it would be very embarrassing for our friends," Lu Taiguan said helplessly.

"If we can be detected, what kind of 'flying zombie' would we be?" the old man scoffed. The

old house in Jiangnan was a brick and wood structure, with wooden floors on the second-floor corridor that creaked and groaned easily.

"Lie on my back," the old man ordered.

Lu Taiguan obeyed and climbed onto the old man's back. The lining of his Zhongshan suit was thick green fur, soft and comfortable, though he could smell a faint fishy odor.

The old man carried Lu Taiguan to the balcony, and with a "whoosh," he leaped onto the roof. Although the tiles were old and worn, the old man moved silently on them. The moonlight was hazy, and all was quiet.

The old man said softly, "Grab it." Then his feet touched the eaves, and his body slowly dangled upside down. This room was Feng Sheng's room.

The window faced the Gan River and the vast fields. There were no curtains, and a cool ray of moonlight slanted into the room, making everything clearly visible. Feng Sheng was walking towards the door.

The door opened, and Liu Jia stood outside, her face flushed.

"I...I'm a little scared..." the girl whispered shyly.

Although Feng Sheng was already in his thirties, he had never been alone in a room with a woman, let alone a beautiful one. His heart pounded, and he stammered, at a loss for words.

"Don't you want me to come in?" Liu Jia said softly, her tone extremely plaintive, evoking pity.

Feng Sheng's heart warmed, and he took two steps back, saying, "Then...please come in."

Liu Jia turned and closed the door, seemingly casually locking it.

Feng Sheng, being a veteran police officer, still reached out to turn on the light, his strong moral compass ingrained over the years. However, Liu Jia leaned against the wall, blocking the switch.

Liu Jia shook her head, her two braids falling loose. She dramatically tossed her hair, releasing a faint, refreshing scent of soap that wafted towards Feng Sheng, invigorating him. He couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.

"It's spearmint scent, does it smell good?" Liu Jia gracefully and naturally smoothed her dark hair.

"It smells good," Feng Sheng replied mechanically. He always used cheap soap to wash his hair; it was inexpensive and effective at removing oil, but the smell was far inferior.

"Watch closely, the first step to seducing a man is 'posing and behaving,'" the old man whispered from outside the window.

Under the moonlight, Liu Jia's pretty face was inches from Feng Sheng's, her breath sweet as orchids. She stuck out her tongue, unconsciously licking her lips, first her lower lip, then her upper lip… The old man's high-pitched voice went straight to Lu Taiguan's ears: "The second step, 'drawing the tongue out of the hole,' but the timing is a little off. It should be the tip of the tongue, not the whole tongue, otherwise it will backfire."

"Are you thirsty? It must be because you drank white wine at dinner. I'll get you a glass of water." Feng Sheng went to the table to pour water.

Liu Jia smiled sweetly, swaying her hips to the bedside. "Why are your shoelaces untied?" she said, bending over and sticking out her buttocks, slowly tying her shoelaces, but instead of squatting down, she raised her round bottom towards Feng Sheng, subtly swaying it.

"This is the third step, 'a smiling face,'" the old man affirmed.

But this face is not the same as that face, Lu Taiguan thought to himself.

"A woman's plump buttocks are most alluring, making your friend's mind wander and yearn to see what's inside," the old man explained, seemingly guessing Lu Taiguan's doubts. Sure enough

, Feng Sheng, holding a cup, secretly peeked at the shapely buttocks.

Having tied her shoelaces, Liu Jia straightened up. Her outer garment had somehow come undone, revealing a thin white vest underneath. Her full breasts stood high, the areolas slightly protruding, appearing and disappearing… Feng Sheng felt a surge of heat, his gaze unable to leave her, his hand holding the cup trembling slightly.

"Look, the fourth step has arrived, called 'waiting to be fed,' evoking the image of a child being breastfed, filling one with the longing of a child crying for milk. But in my opinion, this woman's left breast is larger than her right, indicating lust. Her breasts, erect with her nipples, suggest a heart full of spring fever, making her even more depraved." The old man's voice trembled slightly.

Liu Jia chuckled at Feng Sheng, her voice strange, which greatly embarrassed him.

"Grand Master," the old man instructed, "I'll teach you. There are six kinds of lewd laughter in a woman: laughter in a coquettish voice, laughter with a flirtatious gaze, laughter for no reason, laughter while looking up at the sky, laughter while turning away coyly, and laughter showing teeth. All these are signs of frivolity and lewdness."

This laughter might be the fifth step, Grand Master Lu thought.

Liu Jia reached for a water glass and placed it on the table. Suddenly, she grabbed Feng Sheng, pressed her lips to his, and her hand went straight for his groin… "Ah!" the old man exclaimed in shock, almost slipping off the roof. He swayed twice before falling.

"How could she skip steps six, seven, eight, and nine and go straight for it?" the old man murmured in utter astonishment.

"What era are we living in? That's all ancient history. If you went to Hong Kong, it might scare your old man to death," Lu Taiguan thought to himself.

Feng Sheng could no longer restrain himself, and the two tumbled onto the bed. Shirts, underwear, and socks flew about, and two pale, fleshy bodies intertwined… "Old man, it's not good to look any longer. Let's go back," Lu Taiguan whispered in his ear.

"I'm bored. I wanted to impart some useful knowledge to you, but I didn't expect this woman to make her move so early. Sigh…" Old Master Wu sat up dejectedly, turned his back to Lu Taiguan, and returned to his room. He then sullenly climbed onto his bed, turned away, and sullenly covered himself with the covers.

Lu Taiguan looked at his patriarch's simple-minded appearance, feeling both amused and exasperated. He thought to himself, "I hope that when we return to Hong Kong, where all sorts of women are gathered, the old man won't cause any trouble."

Lieutenant Dai Bingguo and his men will be able to smuggle themselves into Hong Kong in a few days. After that, there will be a press conference, and things will be hectic. Lu Taiguan yawned and drifted off to sleep.

Although Feng Sheng was not young, he was new to the world of lovemaking. After a few pointers, he became unstoppable, going at it almost all night, and didn't close his eyes until dawn.

Liu Jia had originally thought that after a few rounds, Feng Sheng would be completely defeated, like a dead pig, and she could then search his clothes and steal the old sheepskin. Unexpectedly, Feng Sheng became more and more courageous, fully demonstrating his indomitable professional spirit. In the end, Liu Jia herself didn't know when she fell asleep. When she opened her eyes, it was already broad daylight.

At that moment, Feng Sheng was already dressed and sitting leisurely in a chair, drinking tea.

Chapter 339

Liu Jia looked at Feng Sheng with her watery eyes, her cheeks flushed, and softly said, "You're really amazing."

Feng Sheng didn't speak, his gaze sharp as he stared intently at her half-hidden body under the covers, and gave a meaningful smile.

A knock sounded at the door. Feng Sheng opened it, and outside stood Lu Taiguan and Old Master Wu.

"Feng Sheng, we've come to say goodbye. We're heading south immediately," Lu Taiguan said with surprise, looking at Feng Sheng with concern. "Eh, why are your eyes so dark? You seem to be unsteady on your feet."

Feng Sheng looked embarrassed and quickly covered it up, saying, "Really? I guess I didn't sleep well last night, I had insomnia."

"When you see Han Sheng, please give him my regards. If you ever have the chance to come to Hong Kong, you must come and see me." Lu Taiguan handed Feng Sheng a business card.

"Of course," Feng Sheng said, blocking the doorway.

Lu Taiguan and Old Master Wu turned and left, secretly smiling to themselves as they went.

The jeep drove out of Nanchang, heading south towards Shaoguan without stopping.

After breakfast, Feng Sheng and Liu Jia boarded a long-distance bus to Wuyuan.

The terrain around Nanchang is flat, but after traveling east for a while, the landscape gradually becomes hilly, and the scenery becomes increasingly diverse. Looking out, the distant mountains are a deep blue-green, with glimpses of upturned eaves and white-tiled roofs peeking out from among the lush green forests and bamboo groves—a scene of traditional Hui-style architecture with blue bricks, white walls, and tiled roofs, small bridges, flowing water, and traditional houses.

Patches of rapeseed flowers appear amidst the green hills, clear waters, and bamboo groves, their pale yellow blossoms stretching endlessly to the horizon. Wisps of smoke rise from the villages, and shepherd boys, wearing straw hats, sit leisurely on the backs of water buffaloes… “So beautiful…” Liu Jia exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration as she gazed greedily at the picturesque rural scenery.

“That’s why people say Wuyuan is the most beautiful countryside in China,” Feng Sheng said.

After noon, the long-distance bus slowly pulled into Wuyuan County Bus Station.

At the Wuyuan County Party Committee Guesthouse, at the front desk:

"Without a marriage certificate, a man and a woman cannot stay in the same room," the receptionist behind the counter said sternly after checking their work IDs and letters of introduction.

"We're getting married soon, please make an exception," Liu Jia argued, her face flushed.

"No," the receptionist firmly refused; she was a middle-aged woman with strong principles.

Reluctantly, they were given two adjacent rooms. The guesthouse was also in the Hui-style architectural style, the courtyard neat and quiet. A waiter carrying two thermos flasks led them into the room.

"I'm a little tired, I want to take a nap," Feng Sheng said, yawning.

"It's all your fault for being too rough last night," Liu Jia glanced at him and scolded.

Feng Sheng wearily climbed onto the bed, pulling the blanket over himself.

"Feng Sheng, you go to sleep first, I'll just go for a walk around the streets and be back in a bit," Liu Jia said, closing the door and leaving.

Hearing her footsteps fade into the distance, Feng Sheng threw off the covers and jumped out of bed, quietly following Liu Jia.

Wuyuan County was very clean, with only one main street, and all the shops were concentrated at the street entrance: a department store, a supply and marketing cooperative, restaurants, and barbershops, as well as a post office.

Liu Jia strolled along the street; the houses on both sides were all Hui-style buildings, with high gable walls arranged in a neat and orderly fashion. There weren't many pedestrians, but the atmosphere was leisurely, like the lazy winter sun. She glanced back, then hurriedly entered the county post office.

Feng Sheng quietly crept along the wall and, through the window, saw Liu Jia making a long-distance call. He then hid inside a general store to monitor the post office entrance.

A short while later, he saw Liu Jia emerge from the store, then wander aimlessly, strolling into the department store.

Feng Sheng darted into the post office, smiled at the female long-distance operator with a ponytail, showed her his work ID from the Criminal Investigation Bureau of the Ministry of Public Security, and said, "Shh... I'm from the Ministry of Public Security. Where did that young lady call for a long-distance number?"

"Beijing," the operator replied nervously.

"What's the number?" Feng Sheng wrote it down, then said, "Please connect me to a long-distance call from Beijing as well." He gave her the Ministry of Public Security's switchboard number.

After the switchboard connected, he asked for an extension number from the Criminal Investigation Bureau.

"Hello, this is Feng Sheng. Yes, I'm out. Quickly find out the location of a Beijing phone number for me. I'm waiting online." Feng Sheng gave her the phone number Liu Jia had called; some people didn't know his work had been transferred to the higher-ups.

"A non-public number from the Japanese Consulate General in China." A moment later, a voice came from the receiver.

"Understood, thank you." Feng Sheng hung up.

His guess was correct. Ever since last night at the hotel near Tengwang Pavilion, when Liu Jia, in the throes of climax, uttered the Japanese word "Yoshi (傛偟)," he had become alert.

"Yoshi" was a word frequently used in anti-Japanese war films, such as *Little Soldier Zhang Ga* and *Mine Warfare*, meaning "very good, extremely good." Feng Sheng deduced that Liu Jia was Japanese, seemingly in league with the Japanese at the Shwedagon Pagoda in Burma, and their target, needless to say, was still that old sheepskin.

Feng Sheng knew that organizational discipline stipulated that having sexual relations with someone you knew was an enemy was tantamount to treason, and continuing to have sexual relations with someone you knew was a Japanese spy was treason. Of course, there were exceptions with leadership approval.

But at that moment, he was completely out of control; he wouldn't even consider killing himself… Feng Sheng then asked for another phone number in Beijing. A moment later, the leader's deep baritone voice came through the receiver.

"This is Feng Sheng. I've arrived in Wuyuan and checked into the county guesthouse, room number 107. Please give me your instructions, sir." Feng Sheng didn't report Liu Jia's affair. This kind of treasonous act could only be concealed for as long as possible. Besides, he figured that as long as he wasn't discovered, he would continue tonight.

"Understood. Await further instructions by phone." The commander hung up.

Feng Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, paid the long-distance call, left the post office, and took a shortcut back to the guesthouse. Liu Jia hadn't returned yet, so he went back to bed and pretended to be asleep.

Almost simultaneously, at the Japanese Consulate General in Beijing, Kurosawa, who had just hung up the phone, received another long-distance call from Nanchang, Jiangxi. It was from Wuyuan Taro, also known as Huang Jianguo, who had taken an early morning flight from Beijing to Nanchang.

"Mr. Kurosawa, I've arrived at Changbei Airport," Huang Jianguo said.

“Xiaoshui Liujia just called. She and Feng Sheng have arrived in Wuyuan and are staying at the county government guesthouse. Their room number is 108, and Feng Sheng’s room is 107, which is right next to it,” Kurosawa said.

"Ha, the county government guesthouse, I know it all too well," Huang Jianguo chuckled softly.

"Your mission is to cooperate with Xiaoshuiliu Jiazi to steal the Geda Prophecy at all costs. Notify me immediately by phone after you succeed," Kurosawa ordered.

"At all costs, of course, that means killing and sucking up corpses, right?" Huang Jianguo chuckled lewdly.

"Okay." Kurosawa hung up the phone.

Huang Jianguo was very familiar with the northeastern part of Jiangxi. He boarded a long-distance bus and soon arrived in Wuyuan County at sunset.

Looking at the familiar streets and houses, he felt a sense of being in another world. Last year, his father had boarded the bus with him, but now he was all alone.

Seeing that it was still early, a strong feeling of homesickness overwhelmed him. So he quietly walked along the river to the back of his family's deep courtyard, and after checking that no one was watching, he climbed the stone steps under the cover of night and gently knocked on the door.

With a loud bang, the door opened from the inside, revealing a distant relative named Huang Agou as the guard.

"Jianguo! You're back! Is the Director back too?" Agou exclaimed excitedly.

"No, Dad's still in Beijing, he's very busy," Huang Jianguo replied evasively.

Entering the living room, the portrait of the leader still hung in the central hall, smiling down at him. He sat down in the armchair, surveying the furnishings, and overwhelmed with emotion, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Jianguo, sit down first, I'll go make dinner," Agou said, running off to the kitchen.

After dinner, as the night deepened, Huang Jianguo quietly slipped out of his room, went to the backyard wall, climbed a plum tree, easily scaled the wall, and jumped over.

He felt as if he had gained some internal strength; such a high wall was something he had never dared to climb before. Overjoyed, he quickened his pace towards the county committee guesthouse.

The guesthouse gate was closed. Not wanting to disturb anyone, Huang Jianguo went to the wall, intending to climb over. He made up his mind, pushed off the ground, and sprang up, managing to grab the top of the wall easily before easily vaulting over.

The pale moonlight slanted into the courtyard, and various snores emanated from the east and west wing rooms; apart from that, there was no other unusual noise.

Huang Jianguo tiptoed to room 108, where Xiaoshuiliu Jiazi was staying. He gently pushed the door; it was ajar. He slipped inside. The bed was empty; no one was in the room.

At that moment, heavy breathing came from room 107 next door…

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