The Corpse Clothes of the Green Bag [Complete] - 20

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Chapter 255

Han Sheng fell heavily to the ground and immediately lost consciousness.

The animal fairies cheered again, each one rubbing their hands together, eager to try their luck, because it had been agreed beforehand that if the human side lost, they would be eaten.

"Squeak..." A long whistle suddenly rang out from the white fox, then it turned its head, gave Old Cuihua a meaningful look, and led the animal fairies away. In an instant, the noise gradually subsided, and Poyang Lake Valley finally quieted down.

Old Cuihua shouted, "Everyone, don't touch Han Sheng!" After saying that, she jumped off Little Cuihua's back, jumped onto Han Sheng's body, and disappeared... Feng Sheng stared blankly at this scene. In his twenty-odd years of working in the public security system, he had never seen anything so absurd. He pinched his cheek hard; this was definitely not a dream.

"Superstition..." he muttered.

Han Sheng lay there quietly, his consciousness hazy. He was still lying on his back on the ground, the moonlight cold and clear, with stars peeking through the clouds… Then, the figure of the dwarf old Cuihua appeared in his vision. Strangely, her body was upside down, her head below, while her bare feet stretched into the night… She slowly approached him, her large head close to his face, her huge eyes scrutinizing him closely, and then said in a measured tone, “Han Sheng, the White Fox said you inhaled too much farts and are now mentally deranged. Tell me how you feel now?”

Han Sheng’s mouth still couldn’t utter a sound, but he mentally told the old Cuihua, “Hey, old Cuihua, why are you upside down in the air?”

The old Cuihua was startled and held up four fingers, asking, “How many fingers are these?”

“Four,” Han Sheng thought.

“Wrong, I clearly have two here,” the old Cuihua said unsatisfied.

“Four,” Han Sheng affirmed.

Old Cuihua frowned, puzzled, and said, "It seems your ability to see things not only upside down, but also to distinguish the number of certain protruding objects has improved exponentially."

"What do you mean?" Hansheng asked, confused.

Old Cuihua held up one hand: "How many fingers are there this time?"

"Ten," Hansheng answered immediately.

"Think about it, how could I have ten fingers on one hand?" Old Cuihua said.

Yes, ten fingers on one hand—Old Cuihua wasn't originally deformed like this, was she? It didn't make sense, Hansheng pondered.

"Your mind is completely deranged," Old Cuihua affirmed.

"Is it a 'mental breakdown'?" Hansheng asked.

"I don't know, but if this continues, you'll break down sooner or later," Old Cuihua shook her head.

"Is what this 'last gasp' coming next?" Hansheng asked anxiously.

“Hysteria Divine Skill,” Old Cuihua said apologetically, “I only know a little about it, because ghosts cannot practice it. However, given your current state of true soul disorder…”

“What’s wrong with my true soul?” Han Sheng exclaimed, because Master Ye had once told him that of the three souls of Heaven, Earth, and Man, only the human soul, that is, the true soul, stays obediently and peacefully within the body forever.

"The True Soul, also known as your Life Soul, governs the seven spirits: Corpse Dog, Hidden Arrow, Sparrow Yin, Devouring Thief, Non-Poison, Purifying, and Stinky Lung. These are said to correspond to the seven chakras along the central channel from the top of the head to the perineum in Tibetan Buddhism. The Corpse Dog spirit resides in the crown chakra, the Hidden Arrow spirit in the third eye chakra, the Sparrow Yin spirit in the throat chakra, the Devouring Thief spirit in the heart chakra, and is also connected to the palms of the hands and soles of the feet. The Non-Poison spirit is in the navel chakra, the Purifying spirit in the genital chakra, and the Stinky Lung spirit in the root chakra. All seven spirits are governed by the Life Soul. Human life originates from the Life Soul residing in the womb. After residing in the womb, the Life Soul distributes its energy to the seven chakras along the central channel, forming the seven spirits. These spirits are unique to the physical body. After death, the seven spirits dissipate, and the Life Soul departs, thus ending life," Old Cuihua explained in detail.

"Oh, I see," Han Sheng replied, understanding.

“Currently, your true soul has been stimulated by the poisonous farts of the white fox's thousand-year cultivation, causing mutations in the Corpse-Holding Soul and the Thief-Swallowing Soul… Let me think about it carefully…” Old Cuihua seemed to be racking her brains, pondering something deeply.

After a long while, Old Cuihua said thoughtfully, “The Corpse-Holding Soul is located in the brow chakra, which is what the people of the Central Plains call the ‘Heavenly Eye.’ There have been changes there now. The Thief-Swallowing Soul is in the heart chakra and is connected to the hands and feet…” Old Cuihua suddenly showed joy and hurriedly said, “Hansheng, it seems you have begun to develop ‘Fly Eyes.’”

“‘Fly Eyes’?” Hansheng was taken aback.

“Yes,” Old Cuihua explained, “The reaction speed of ‘Fly Eyes’ is two hundred times that of ordinary people. With normal eyesight, it is definitely impossible to do that. So, it must be the Corpse-Holding Soul awakening, your third eye.”

“You mean I’ve opened my Heavenly Eye?” Hansheng asked doubtfully.

“No, it’s not the ‘Heavenly Eye’ that the Taoists of the Central Plains talk about. Their so-called Heavenly Eye can only see through walls, people, or find some dirty things. But Fu Shi Po is different. Its function is to improve your reaction speed. Your ability to see is already twice as good as before. This is just the beginning. It will definitely improve gradually in the future,” Old Cuihua said.

“Just because I saw ten fingers on one of your hands? And your image is upside down in my eyes,” Han Sheng said with great doubt in his mind.

Old Cuihua said seriously, “This is just Fu Shi Po’s hallucination caused by its newfound awakening. It will gradually become normal.”

Han Sheng thought it made sense, so he asked again, “Old Cuihua, you just said that the Devouring Thief Soul in my heart chakra has also changed?”

“Yes, it works with Fu Shi Po to coordinate your hand and foot movements,” Old Cuihua replied.

“I understand now. On the surface, the white fox's farts seemed to drive me insane, but in reality, they helped me enter a ‘mental breakdown,’ awakening the hidden ‘Fu Shi Po’ in my brow chakra,” Han Sheng said thoughtfully. “The ‘Fu Shi’ in ‘Fu Shi Po’ means to subdue flying arrows. In ancient times, the fastest weapon was the bow and arrow. In plays, it is said that Yang Youji, the divine archer of Chu, and Li Guang, the Flying General of the Western Han Dynasty, could catch arrows flying in the air with their bare hands. Now it seems that they may also possess ‘hysteria divine skill’ and have a ‘fly eye’.”

“Maybe,” Old Cuihua said noncommittally.

“Then what should I do next? Now I really want to know what ‘a final burst of lucidity’ feels like,” Han Sheng asked.

Old Cuihua shook her head: “I really don’t know. From now on, it depends on your own fate and luck. However, now I have to leave your body.”

Under the moonlight, Han Sheng slowly woke up.

Outside the Poyang Lake valley, the 212 Jeep was parked next to the GAZ-51 truck. Xiao Yanfang jumped out of the vehicle, holding a tracking device.

"You two and the vehicle, hide first. I'll sneak into the valley and take a look," Xiao Yanfang said softly, glancing at the hazy moonlight. After watching the Jeep reverse into the woods, he quickly walked into the valley.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out from inside the valley, echoing in the silent night.

Something was wrong. Xiao Yanfang took a deep breath, used his superb lightness skill, and swiftly leaped into the valley.

Under the moonlight, Xiao Yanfang was surprised to find countless animals and insects gathered in front of the open space of the three thatched houses, which seemed incredibly strange and eerie. He silently climbed a tall camphor tree nearby and, under the cover of the dense canopy, secretly observed the situation below.

He immediately spotted Feng Sheng, the special agent from the Ministry of Public Security, standing dumbfounded in front of the thatched hut, pistol in hand. That shot must have been fired by him. With a buzzing sound, a swarm of unknown insects attacked Old Man Ye in mid-air. Although the old man's clothes were emitting white smoke, he seemed unharmed. Two chubby, white babies stepped out from the crowd, daring to approach a giant python—their audacity was astounding! Oh no! Suddenly, the dark green python opened its blood-red maw and swallowed Han Sheng whole… In an instant, Xiao Yanfang broke out in a cold sweat. Han Sheng absolutely couldn't die, but looking at the colorful venomous snakes, wild leopards, and giant lynxes, she was powerless.

A moment later, a miracle occurred: Han Sheng was excreted from the python's anus, covered in slippery mucus… He wasn't dead! Immediately afterward, the white fox flicked its tail, shooting out a puff of yellow smoke. Han Sheng held on for a long time, but finally collapsed from exhaustion.

The white fox whistled, and the animals all fled in an instant, not a single one remaining.

Xiao Yanfang stared intently at Han Sheng, hoping he hadn't died, otherwise she would have a hard time explaining herself.

In the moonlight, Han Sheng stirred, seemingly regaining consciousness, and Xiao Yanfang finally felt relieved. It was truly bizarre; if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, who would believe that these different kinds of animals and insects would actually fight Han Sheng to the death?

She saw Han Sheng being helped into the thatched hut. Hmm, it seemed he was alright for now. She should leave the valley first, find a phone, and report the situation to the capital.

With that thought, Xiao Yanfang quietly slipped down from the tree and stealthily made her way out of the valley along the bushes.

Chapter 256

The valley entrance was quiet, the moonlight cold and hazy. A few caws of crows came from the tall camphor trees, adding to the desolation.

Xiao Yanfang gestured towards the woods, and two lights flashed in the forest. A jeep roared out of the dark woods and stopped beside her.

Xiao Yanfang opened the door, then suddenly waved her hand alertly, signaling the driver to turn off the engine.

"Xiao Yanfang." A cold voice came from behind.

Xiao Yanfang turned around and saw a pretty girl standing a few steps away in the moonlight.

"Mingyue..." Xiao Yanfang recognized her at a glance, secretly surprised that she had been so careless as to not notice someone behind her.

"Xiao Yanfang, what do you want by following us?" Mingyue said softly.

Xiao Yanfang chuckled and sighed, "Young lady Mingyue, you truly are naturally beautiful. In my youth, I, Xiao Yanfang, was the most beautiful woman in the world, perhaps even more so than you. But now I'm past my prime; though I still retain my charm, I'm a faded flower, no longer the beauty of my youth."

Mingyue frowned and said, "You haven't answered my question yet. What exactly do you want?"

"Hmm," Xiao Yanfang thought to herself, this young girl is nothing like that cunning old woman. Why would I need to ask why I'm here? It seems she's just a pretty face with no substance. But since this girl discovered I was following them, I can't let her get away with it. Thinking this, I put on a smiling face and said, "Mingyue, with your beautiful face, why don't you enter the Peking Opera world? Peking Opera is declining now, and there's a lack of successors. I saw your talent, which is why I traveled all this way to find you here. How about it? Mingyue, come with me?"

Mingyue smiled faintly and said softly, "Xiaoyanfang, in the Yonghe Temple, you killed that Thai sorcerer without saying a word. Your technique was beautiful. Can you tell me what kind of skill it was?"

Xiaoyanfang was stunned, thinking to herself, "So this little girl isn't stupid after all.

" "The 'water sleeves' of a Peking Opera female lead. Do you want to learn it from me?" Xiaoyanfang said in a coquettish voice, her eyes gleaming.

"Let me see your nails, okay?" Mingyue still smiled.

"Hmph, don't blame me, Xiao Yanfang, for this. You brought this upon yourself. What a waste of your stunning beauty..." Xiao Yanfang slowly extended her hands.

Under the moonlight, her slender fingers were as white as scallions, her ten long fingernails gleaming with a cold, eerie light. In the blink of an eye, Xiao Yanfang suddenly flipped her hands, and five streaks of cold light flashed from her right hand towards Mingyue's neck... Mingyue remained expressionless, her palms held upright in front of her chest, moving horizontally as she silently chanted something. Xiao Yanfang's fingernails were incredibly sharp, but when they reached about a foot in front of Mingyue's neck, it was as if she had hit an invisible wall, soft and elastic. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move it even half an inch further.

This was the first move of the Zhu You Divine Skill, "Ghost Wall." It was as if an invisible air cushion covered Mingyue's face, and even with Xiao Yanfang's powerful skills, she couldn't break through it. Mingyue had received Granny Wang's divine skill, but this was her first time using it, and she wasn't very proficient yet. Otherwise, the air wall would have already sent Xiao Yanfang flying a meter away.

Xiao Yanfang was taken aback. He thought Mingyue had mastered some kind of invincible qigong, but he didn't know that the key to the Zhu You Divine Skill lay in the incantation. The Zhu You incantation was loaded onto the magnetic field emitted by the caster, affecting the nerve conduction in the flocculodontoid lobes and hemispheres of the enemy's cerebellum. The result was muscle and bodily dysfunction, which manifested as an inability to move forward, as if there was a wall in front of them.

While he was still in shock, Mingyue suddenly crossed her hands in front of her chest, using the second move of the Zhu You Divine Skill, "Transplanting Flowers and Grafting Trees." The incantation changed, and a cold, sinister smile appeared on her face.

Under the eerie moonlight, Xiao Yanfang tragically raised his hands, slowly scratching the base of his fingers with his sharp nails, blood slowly seeping out… "Mingyue, don't!" A sharp shout came from inside the jeep, and then the back door was suddenly pushed open, and a handsome young man jumped out.

"Jianguo!" Mingyue exclaimed in surprise.

The incantation abruptly stopped, and Xiao Yanfang's mind went blank for a moment. Then, a sharp pain shot through her hands. Looking down, she saw that the base of her fingers on both hands was a bloody mess, revealing thin white bone... "Ah!" she cried out, clenching her fists, blood trickling from between her fingers, her whole body trembling and dripping with cold sweat.

Huang Jianguo opened his arms and walked forward with a smile.

Mingyue's eyes were moist, and she murmured, "Jianguo...how did you get here?"

Huang Jianguo stepped forward as if to embrace Mingyue, but she took a step back, silently looking at him. The pale moonlight reflected on the ruby pendant on her chest, making it glisten like blood.

"Mingyue, some things are a long story. Shall we talk in the car?" Huang Jianguo said, gesturing towards the woods. A pair of headlights instantly lit up, and a black sedan slowly drove out of the forest.

It turned out that Huang Jianguo had been chasing Xiao Yanfang all the way from Beijing, keeping an eye on her. The jeep that had been following Han Sheng and the others was unaware of this. Just after Xiao Yanfang entered the valley, Huang Jianguo hid his sedan in the woods and got into the jeep to question his two subordinates.

Huang Jianguo opened the car door, pulled Mingyue inside, and the driver discreetly left for the jeep.

"Mingyue, I missed you so much..." Huang Jianguo hugged Mingyue again.

The car was cramped, and Mingyue struggled slightly before settling down.

Soft moonlight streamed through the car window. Looking at Mingyue's pretty face, Huang Jianguo couldn't suppress his desire and gently pressed his burning lips to hers... Mingyue closed her eyes, feeling her face burning and her heart pounding wildly. At that moment, Huang Jianguo's hand gently slipped inside her bra.

“No,” Mingyue silently grasped his wrist and said softly, “Jianguo, I’m tired. Life is really tiring. The nun is dead, and my mother-in-law is dead too. You said that you wanted to marry Mingyue, not that Dongdong. But why did you secretly come to Poyang Lake Valley instead of coming directly to see me?”

Huang Jianguo's hand stopped at Mingyue's chest, and he said softly, "Mingyue, Jianguo will marry no one but you in this life, but you have to give me some time. I will take care of everything."

"How long do I have to wait?" Mingyue sighed plaintively.

"Ten years, less than ten years. I will definitely marry you in a grand and glorious way," Huang Jianguo promised again.

"Ten years, Mingyue will be old by then. Will you still be interested in me?" Mingyue said softly, feeling lost.

"In Jianguo's heart, you will always be the most beautiful woman in all of China. I'm even hoping you will give me a few little Jianguos," Huang Jianguo said emotionally. His hand, which was inside her bra, twitched and broke free, continuing to penetrate deeper. Mingyue blushed and hesitated, not stopping him.

Huang Jianguo's breathing gradually became heavier, his fingers constantly kneading and moving, and he exhaled a spicy smell of chives. Mingyue thought that he must be having chive dumplings for dinner.

“No,” Mingyue grabbed Huang Jianguo’s hand again, her bright eyes looking at him, and said, “Tell me, are you trying to cause trouble for Hansheng?”

Huang Jianguo was taken aback, stopped holding her hand, and said, “Mingyue, you’ve fallen for Hansheng?”

“Mingyue has lived a pure life, and only for you, Jianguo.” Mingyue looked at Huang Jianguo with clear eyes and said.

“Hansheng and I, whose side are you on?” Huang Jianguo stared intently at Mingyue.

“Of course it’s you. I can go with you after I’ve settled my mother-in-law’s remains. Why are you asking this?” Mingyue answered without hesitation.

Huang Jianguo thought for a moment, then said slowly and solemnly, “Mingyue, I have a favor to ask of you. You must help me.”

“What is it?” Mingyue looked at him curiously.

“It’s about Hansheng.” Huang Jianguo said tentatively.

“You can’t hurt him. My mother-in-law passed on the Zhuyou Divine Skill to Mingyue, so that I could protect Hansheng.” Mingyue said doubtfully.

“Haha,” Huang Jianguo chuckled softly, “How could I possibly hurt him? I just want to find an opportunity to ask Hansheng about something alone. After I ask, I’ll let him be. I will never make things difficult for my Mingyue.”

“What is it?” Mingyue asked.

“It concerns a state secret, Mingyue. The less you, as a girl, know, the better,” Huang Jianguo said seriously.

Mingyue looked at Huang Jianguo’s handsome and dignified face, faintly smelling the delicate fragrance of face cream. A sense of admiration welled up within her. This was the image of a dashing and capable man she admired, not Hansheng, who was vulgar, simple-minded, unambitious, and reeked of Chinese herbal medicine.

“What do you want me to do?” Mingyue murmured dreamily.

Huang Jianguo smiled slightly, his face drawing closer, his voice becoming even gentler: “Mingyue, can you call Hansheng to the outside of the valley alone for me?”

Mingyue nodded, a blush spreading across her face.

"Is it okay now? But don't tell anyone I'm waiting for him here." Huang Jianguo's lips brushed against Mingyue's ear, his breath hot against her skin, and his hand began to rub her ear, making Mingyue feel a wave of weakness wash over her.

"Not yet," she thought for a moment and said, "Hansheng just fainted and was carried into the house. He looks very weak. Let's do it tomorrow."

Huang Jianguo sighed and said, "Tomorrow is fine too. You can invite him to the valley entrance. Remember, don't disturb anyone."

Mingyue nodded, her mind blank, and Huang Jianguo's voice seemed ethereal, as if it came from a distant sky: "Mingyue, have you fully mastered Granny Wang's teachings? Why did Xiaoyanfang harm herself just now?"

"That was the second move of the Zhuyou Divine Skill, 'Transplanting Flowers and Grafting Trees.' Is this androgynous Xiaoyanfang your person?" Mingyue's voice was barely audible.

"Hmm, he's a government employee too. It wouldn't be good to explain to my superiors if I injured him. By the way, does Hansheng really know absolutely no martial arts?" Huang Jianguo said, his hands still moving.

"Not at all," Mingyue gasped.

"Why was that Feng Sheng with him all the way? And he was carrying a pistol, wasn't he?" Huang Jianguo continued.

"Hansheng saved his father in the Kaiping mine, so out of gratitude, he accompanied him all the way to Jiangxi," Mingyue replied shyly, her eyes slightly glazed, exuding a captivating charm.

Huang Jianguo's lower body was already throbbing with desire. He slowly reached for Mingyue's belt… No! He suddenly realized something was amiss. Xiao Yanfang and other people were standing in the jeep outside. His intimate actions with Mingyue might easily be leaked, especially since Mingyue had injured Xiao Yanfang. How could he not harbor resentment? If it reached Dongdong's father's ears, it would be extremely detrimental to him.

Thinking of this, he almost broke out in a cold sweat. He gently withdrew his hand, patted Mingyue's cheek, and said in an extremely soft voice, "Oh, Mingyue, I really hate to part with you. Although this temporary separation is so painful, for the sake of the revolutionary work, I have to say goodbye to you with a heavy heart. Mingyue, be strong. Get off the carriage and go back to the valley. Don't let them notice our meeting. Remember, this is a matter of national importance. You will be proud of everything you have done today."

"I only did this for you," Mingyue murmured.

Chapter 257

Inside the thatched hut, Lan'er carefully took off Hansheng's dirty clothes and boiled some water. She used a towel to gently wipe away the remaining python slime from his body.

"Are you feeling better?" Lan'er asked softly, tears welling in her eyes.

Han Sheng nodded wearily, grabbed the shroud, and touched the old sheepskin in the inner lining. He whispered, "Lan'er, after we've healed Uncle Shanren and Mr. Liu, we'll take Ping'er and leave quietly. You prepare in secret and don't tell anyone, understand?"

"I'll listen to you," Lan'er replied. Whatever Han Sheng said, he always had a reason.

Lan'er felt a hard, round object in Han Sheng's clothes, took it out, and held it in her palm, asking, "What is this?"

The walnut-sized relic emitted a faint glow. Han Sheng sighed, "This is Granny Wang's keepsake."

Feng Sheng's concerned voice came from the doorway: "Comrade Lan'er, how is Han Sheng?"

Han Sheng gestured for Lan'er to hide the relic, then said to the door, "I'm fine now, please come in."

Feng Sheng, the old man, the two infants, and Xiao Cuihua led Ping'er into the house. Ye Lao peeked in at the door, then quietly followed, standing at the very back.

"Hansheng, tell me, it's truly unbelievable! It's a complete subversion of Marxist-Leninist materialism! Let's not talk about the animals. I just spoke with Elder Ye, and he said he lived during the time of Emperor Taizu of Liao, Yelü Abaoji, over a thousand years ago. I initially didn't believe it, but this old Cuihua is even more incredible. She's a real ghost, able to freely enter and exit Elder Ye's body! Tonight, Fengsheng has truly had his eyes opened. It turns out there are so many unsolved mysteries in the world..." Fengsheng hurriedly poured out all his doubts.

Hansheng smiled slightly and said, "I only came into contact with these things in the last few months. The world is vast, and there must be countless wonders."

Elder Ye, standing on tiptoe behind him, said, "You should let Hansheng rest properly."

"Alright, Hansheng, it's just that our driver, Xiao Zhao, fainted just now and hasn't woken up yet. Could you go and take a look?" Fengsheng rubbed his hands, saying apologetically.

Upon hearing this, Han Sheng hurriedly put on the new clothes that Lan'er had found for him and went to the east room.

"Hmm, he fainted after inhaling the white fox's fart. He needs immediate medical attention, otherwise he could easily become mentally unstable. Everyone, please help carry him outside to lie face down in the moonlight." Han Sheng checked Xiao Zhao's pulse for a while, then lowered his wrist and said.

Han Sheng returned to the west room, retrieved his silver needle box, and went outside the thatched hut. The others had already laid Xiao Zhao face down on the stone table.

The moonlight was cold, crickets chirped, and the Poyang Lake Valley was desolate. A mountain breeze blew, and the spring chill lingered. The night in Jiangnan was still chilly despite the warmth.

Han Sheng seemed to understand and said "Oh." The night was already so deep; where could Mingyue have gone if she wasn't in the valley?

"Han Sheng, Mingyue is a bit mysterious," Old Ye said in a low voice, his accent clearly still that of Old Cuihua.

“Hmm, I understand,” Han Sheng changed the subject, asking, “Old Cuihua, Old Ye seems much more agile now than when he was in Guandong, isn’t he?”

“His thousand-year-old mummified corpse was imprisoned in the tower for too long. After coming out, he absorbed some of the essence of the sun and moon, and also accumulated some scattered souls wandering in the world. He might become even more lively and mischievous in the future,” Old Cuihua chuckled.

Han Sheng pondered for a moment, then said solemnly, “That driver, Xiao Zhao, is from out of town. He is now bewitched by the turbid energy of the white fox, which is truly innocent. ‘All qi belongs to the lungs. The lungs govern the dispersing and descending of qi. In terms of fluids, it is nasal mucus. It opens to the nose and receives all kinds of external qi.’ I think the foul-smelling gas from the white fox’s farts is inhaled through the nose into the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin, travels along the Ren Meridian to the brain, and causes his mental confusion and strange behavior.”

“Then what method do you have to cure him?” Old Cuihua asked.

"The hour of Yin (3-5 AM) is when a person's Qi and blood impact the flow of Qi and blood through the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin. At this time, please have Master Ye suck on the Lieque acupoint, where the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin and Ren Meridian intersect in Xiao Zhao. This is where the Qi and blood of the Lung Meridian are weakened and dispersed. Generally, those suffering from gas poisoning can expel it through this acupoint. Master Ye himself is a thousand-year-old corpse, so inhaling the poisonous gas of the white fox in his abdomen will not cause any harm," Han Sheng explained.

"Master Ye is good at helping others," Old Cuihua said with admiration.

"It's almost three o'clock in the morning now, the hour of Yin is approaching, we can begin," Han Sheng said.

They returned to the east room together. Han Sheng went to the bedside, grabbed Xiao Zhao's left wrist, who was still unconscious, and said, "Master Ye, the Lieque acupoint is the depression below the thumb where you can feel a slight pulse."

Master Ye thought for a moment, then ran to the kitchen to fetch a basin of water, carefully washed Xiao Zhao's wrist, vigorously rubbing away the dirt, and then gently pressed his dry lips to the Lieque acupoint, pursing his cheeks and sucking hard.

"It smells a bit rancid," he said, looking up.

Han Sheng nodded and said, "That's right. The flow of Qi in the Yin hour (3-5 AM) corresponds to the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin. Master, hurry up."

Feng Sheng, watching from the side, was somewhat puzzled and asked, "Han Sheng, what is the flow of Qi in the Yin hour?"

Han Sheng explained, "The flow of Qi in the Yin hour is a pattern discovered by ancient Chinese physicians. It means that the 12 two-hour periods of the day correspond to the 12 meridians of the human body. Because the hours change, different meridians also have their periods of prosperity and decline at different times. Zi and Wu are the first and seventh numbers in the twelve Earthly Branches. Zi is Yang, and the flow represents the process of Yang's growth. Wu is Yin, and the flow represents Yin's storage. From Hai hour (9 PM) to Yin hour (5 AM), it is the time when the human body rests and recuperates at night. At this time, the human body is on the side of the Earth that is facing away from the sun, which is called Yin. Then, at Mao hour (5 AM), Yang begins to grow, and the sun in the east is just beginning to rise."

Feng Sheng seemed to understand and said, "Oh, so the so-called 'unity of heaven and man' promoted by the feudal ruling class is actually just the human body corresponding to some phenomena in nature."

“That’s right,” Han Sheng nodded, explaining further, “The hour of Mao (5-7 AM, when Yang energy is at its peak, and the meridian flow corresponds to the Large Intestine Meridian, so this is the best time of day to defecate.”

“And what about urination?” Feng Sheng asked with interest.

Han Sheng glanced at him and said, “The hour of Shen (3-5 PM), when the Bladder Meridian is at its peak, the body temperature is relatively high, and the bladder stores water and body fluids. Water is expelled from the body, while body fluids circulate within. It’s important to urinate during this time to release the heat and prevent ‘bladder cough,’ which is urinary incontinence caused by coughing.”

“When is the best time to have intercourse?” the old ancestor asked quietly, blushing.

Han Sheng replied seriously, “Apart from the hour of You (5-7 PM), it’s fine all day.”

“Why?” Feng Sheng asked curiously.

"From 5 PM to 7 PM, during the You hour (5-7 PM), the Kidney Meridian flows through the meridians. The Kidneys store reproductive essence and are the root of innate constitution. During the You hour, the Kidneys enter a time of storing essence. For those with Kidney Yang deficiency, this is the crucial time to nourish and replenish Kidney Yang. Therefore, men must absolutely refrain from sexual intercourse at this time," Han Sheng explained.

Old Ye also raised his head and asked softly, "Is there a way to increase courage?"

"The Gallbladder Meridian flows through the Zi hour (11 PM-1 AM). Strong Qi strengthens the Gallbladder, preventing evil from invading. Weak Gallbladder Qi leads to timidity. Therefore, the stronger the Gallbladder, the clearer the mind. Western medicine's casual removal of the gallbladder is reckless and foolish. Bile needs metabolism, so those who fall asleep 1-2 hours before the Zi hour wake up with a clear mind and rosy complexion, and their courage gradually increases. Conversely, those who don't fall asleep will have a pale complexion, and their bile cannot be metabolized normally, condensing and crystallizing into stones, making them increasingly 'timid'," Han Sheng said.

"Looks like I'll have to go to bed earlier from now on," Old Ye muttered, then bent down again and continued sucking earnestly.

Footsteps came from the doorway, and Mingyue walked in, a slight blush still on her cheeks.

"Mingyue, where have you been? I couldn't find you anywhere around the house," Lan'er asked with concern.

Mingyue blushed slightly and said, "I... went to check at the valley entrance."

Old Ye jumped up and shouted, "Alright, you sucked it all out, how embarrassing!"

Han Sheng then asked the ancestor to release Xiao Zhao's acupoints.

"Why does my hand smell bad..." Xiao Zhao slowly woke up and said.

Old Ye blushed and hid behind Feng Sheng.

"It's getting late, everyone should rest," Han Sheng said to everyone.

A sliver of moonlight shone through the window, falling on Han Sheng's face. Gazing at the crescent moon in the sky, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Tomorrow seemed to be New Year's Eve. It had been over a month since his father had passed away, and his voice and smile seemed so vivid... Recalling the past few months, his life had been so peaceful and tranquil, but since the appearance of the *Qing Nang Jing*, everything had changed. Han Sheng

quietly got up, put on his robe, and went outside. The night was hazy, and white mist rose from the valley. He followed the moonlight towards his father's and Lan'er's mother's graves.

Chapter 258:

In a private room of the banquet hall in the west wing of the Beijing Hotel, a middle-aged man with a square face sat quietly on the sofa, sipping tea. He was waiting for Mr. Kurosawa, the deputy consul general of the Japanese consulate.

The Beijing Hotel was built in 1900 and hosted eight nations... After the Allied forces captured Beijing, hotels and restaurants catering to the foreign soldiers opened one after another. Two Frenchmen opened a tavern in the Suzhou Hutong area, selling wine for a few cents a glass and some simple snacks. Due to the large number of customers, the small tavern with only three storefronts could no longer meet the demand, so the French owners moved the tavern to the northwest corner of Dongdan Archway the following year and hung up a sign that read "Beijing Hotel." As business expanded, and with the operation of the Sino-French Industrial Bank, the hotel was eventually moved to its current location. By the time Beiping was liberated in 1949, this seven-story red brick building had reached 26,000 square meters and had more than 100 guest rooms. In 1952, construction began on an eight-story new building next to the original Beijing Hotel, with more than 200 guest rooms and a banquet hall that could accommodate more than 1,000 people. The new building was completed in 1954 and, after its opening, was commonly referred to as the "West Building."

The door opened, and Mr. Kurosawa, the Deputy Consul General of Japan, entered, followed by a thin man dressed as a Taoist priest in his sixties.

The leader stood up, stepped forward, and grasped Kurosawa's hand, his face filled with grief. He said, "Mr. Kurosawa, I am deeply saddened and regretful about the unfortunate passing of your nephew, Murakami Takeo."

Kurosawa calmly replied, "Thank you for bringing Takeo's body back. The coffin returned to Japan yesterday on a Japan Airlines flight. Let me introduce you. This is Master Inubushi of the Madoin Temple on Mount Otake in Tokyo, the leader of the 'Shokoshin' sect in Japan. He speaks excellent Chinese."

"Ah, it's an honor to meet you both. Please, gentlemen, sit down and enjoy some pre-Qingming Yunwu tea from the Dahanyang Peak of Mount Lu," the leader said.

After the guests and host were seated, Kurosawa looked quite haggard. Forced by etiquette, he forced a sip of tea and politely said, "The Central Plains are vast and rich in resources, with countless famous teas—red, green, white, black, yellow,

and variegated. You Chinese are truly fortunate to have such a palate." "Mr. Kurosawa is too kind," the leader replied eloquently. "In fact, truly good tea is constrained by genetics, climate, soil, and water quality, resulting in extremely limited production. Ordinary people generally can't afford it. Take Lushan Yunwu tea, for example. It originated in the Jin Dynasty. Originally a wild tea, it was cultivated by the eminent monk Huiyuan of Donglin Temple. Monks in temples and monasteries subsequently planted it. The great Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi even cultivated tea in a garden at the foot of Xianglu Peak. It is renowned throughout the world for its 'fragrant aroma, rich flavor, emerald color, and clear liquor.' However, the finest Yunwu tea is the 'pre-Qingming tea,' picked two days before Qingming Festival from a few acres of tea trees on Dahanyang Peak. What we are tasting now is precisely that."

“What fine tea… ‘In spring, I stroll to Huiyuan Temple; in autumn, I ascend Yugong Tower. I may compose a poem or drink a cup of tea. My body and mind are free from all constraints, as vast and boundless as an empty boat. Wealth and honor also have their bitterness, the bitterness lies in the anxiety and worry in the heart. Poverty and lowliness also have their joy, the joy lies in the freedom of the body.’” Master Inubu exclaimed.

The leader smiled and said, "The poem you recited, Daoist, is Bai Juyi's 'Yongyi,' truly ethereal and profound. Our Chairman Zhu De also has a poem, which is much more straightforward in comparison: 'Lushan Cloud and Mist Tea, strong and spicy, if drunk for a long time, it prolongs life.'"

Inubushi nodded and said, "A good poem." "

As the saying goes, good water makes good tea. There is a place called Kangwang Valley at the foot of Hanyang Peak in Lushan. Legend has it that more than 1,000 years ago, during the Tang Dynasty, Lu Yu, a man from Xijiang who was later revered as the Tea Sage, came here and used the spring water to brew tea, which tasted extremely fresh and fragrant. Later, in his 'The Classic of Tea,' Lu Yu ranked the world's waters into twenty categories, and the spring water of Kangwang Valley in Lushan ranked first. It's a pity that we don't have the spring water from Kangwang Valley to brew tea today," the leader said.

Master Fu took another sip of fragrant tea and sighed, "If I could have this tea with me every night during 'guarding Gengshen,' I would have no regrets in this life."

The leader was somewhat puzzled and asked, "What is 'guarding Gengshen'?"

Master Fu smiled slightly and explained, "In the 7th century AD, Taoism spread from Central China to Japan. During the Heian period, the Shinto belief in 'guarding Gengshen' became popular. Shintoism believes that there are three worms (Pengju, Pengzhi, and Pengqiao) inside the human body. Every Gengshen night, when people are asleep, these worms will slip out of the anus and go to the heavens to report the sins of their host, shortening their lifespan. Therefore, Shintoists stay up all night on Gengshen days to prevent these worms from leaving, which is called 'guarding Gengshen.'"

"Oh, is that so?" the leader said with a slight smile.

Kurosawa interjected, "This is an ancient legend from the Japanese archipelago. You are atheists, so naturally you won't believe it."

The leader nodded, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes, and slowly said, "Mr. Kurosawa, you must have something important to discuss with Master Inubushi when you invited him to the Central Plains, right?"

Kurosawa's expression turned serious, and he said, "Murakami Takeo is the number one master of the two-sword style in Japan. He was defeated by your country's Quanzhen Taoism, a great disgrace to the Miyamoto Musashi school of Japanese samurai. Master Inubushi has come here specifically to meet with Abbot Jin of the Baiyun Temple in the capital. Please forgive him."

"Hmm..." the leader pondered, "Generally, the government doesn't investigate martial arts competitions among the people unless they report them. As long as the scope is controlled within a certain range, there's no need to cause social instability. I think Mr. Kurosawa understands what I mean."

"Thank you. I believe Master Inubushi will handle it cleanly and efficiently," Kurosawa said confidently.

"Very well, then I won't see you off." The leader picked up his teacup.

Vice Consul Kurosawa and Master Inubushi took their leave and left the room.

The leader paced back and forth, his mind racing. Master Jin was a leading figure in Central Plains Taoism; not only was his martial arts exceptionally high, but his cunning was also unfathomable. Jia Shiming's name was a homophone for "feigned blindness," and he had remained hidden for so long without anyone knowing. Even his informant, Xiao Yanfang, who had been working with them for years, was kept in the dark.

How much patience did it take for a person with normal vision to pretend to be blind year after year? And Professor Liu Yisou—he had also kept something under wraps. Who exactly were they? Was their relationship with Lama Danba merely superficial?

The leader stopped pacing. He often meditated at Baiyun Temple and frequently discussed scriptures and Taoism with Master Jin, yet he hadn't noticed that the man's eyesight was normal. It seemed his keen senses and vigilance had greatly diminished; in the ever-changing domestic political landscape, this could be a serious disadvantage.

Huang Jianguo, this child is exceptionally intelligent, quick-witted, and decisive. He's a natural in politics and, given time, will surely become a pillar of the nation. I only hope he will treat Dongdong with genuine sincerity in the future.

The prophecy of the Geda Living Buddha in the hands of the old lama Danba is crucial for understanding the unpredictable future. If one could know the political changes in the coming years in advance, one could prepare for the worst, act ahead of time, and rewrite history according to one's own will. I will create Chinese history… “Hahaha…” The leader let out a series of cackling laughs.

That night, snowflakes drifted down from the sky, blanketing the capital in white.

In Kurosawa's residence, the heating was strong. Inubushi sat cross-legged naked on the bed. Today was a Gengjin day; the Three Corpse Insects would emerge at that time.

Shintoism believes that there are three types of corpse worms within the human body. The upper corpse worm, called "Qing Gu" or "Peng Ju," resides in the brain (upper dantian) and is associated with lust and delusion, often ruining one's appearance. The middle corpse worm, called "Bai Gu" or "Peng Zhi," is hidden in the Mingtang (middle dantian) and is associated with greed, anger, and disorder, often damaging one's internal organs. The lower corpse worm, called "Xue Gu" or "Peng Qiao," is hidden in the abdomen and stomach (lower dantian) and is associated with lust and lack of self-cultivation, greatly depleting one's bone marrow and essence.

Central Plains Taoism also speaks of three corpse worms, extremely tiny and invisible to the naked eye, residing in the three gates of the back of the body: the coccyx, the spine, and the occipital bone. These worms prevent one from cultivating the Tao; a cultivator must use their own yang qi to open these three gates to eliminate the three corpses and remove demonic obstacles.

The Quanfushi sect of the Dayueshan Modao Temple took a different path. Instead of diligently cultivating to pass the Three Gates and sever the Three Corpses, they secretly used internal energy and witchcraft to cultivate their own Three Corpse Worms, much like the Miao people of western Hunan raising Gu worms, for future use. Over the years, in the entire "Shou Gengshen" sect, only the sect leader, Quanfushi, successfully cultivated the enormous Three Corpse Worms. Qinggu, Baigu, and Xuegu were all over two feet long and as thick as a finger, resembling three giant roundworms, their colors being blue, white, and blood red respectively. Every Gengshen night at midnight, they would crawl out of Quanfushi's anus.

When midnight arrived, Quanfushi felt something moving inside his abdomen, so he gently lifted his buttocks, and the three giant corpse worms filed out of his anus. Quanfushi let out a long, comfortable sigh, gazing at them with gentle eyes.

The Upper Corpse Worm, Qinggu, is slightly thinner, but has the largest head among them. Its two dark, deep eyes blink rapidly, and its forehead is covered with wrinkles, suggesting a certain level of intelligence. It ranks first among the three corpse worms and is named "Pengju".

The Middle Corpse Worm, Baigu, is the largest, plump and white, with an endearing appearance. Its mouth is larger than the other corpse worms, clearly indicating its gluttony. It ranks second and is scientifically named "Pengzhi".

The lower corpse worm, named "Peng Qiao," is a robust and powerful creature with bulging veins. It frequently raises its pointed, turtle-like head, its eyes watery and lecherous. Its body is swollen and purplish-red.

The three corpse worms were recorded in ancient Central China before the separation of shamanistic and medical practices. The *Treatise on the Origins and Symptoms of Various Diseases* states, "The human body contains three corpse worms, born with the individual. These worms are averse to blood and evil, and can communicate with spirits to attract external evils, causing harm. Their symptoms may be silent and painless, yet unbearable in every part of the body; or abdominal pain and bloating; or lumps rising up; or radiating down the spine; or mental confusion, with many different manifestations."

Western medicine considers the three corpse worms to be a type of parasite within the human body. In 1900, Dr. Laveran discovered Toxoplasma gondii in human cells and classified it in parasitic taxonomy as a genus of *Toxoplasma* within the family Isocytococcidae of the order Eucococci.

However, neither traditional Chinese medicine nor Western medicine could have imagined that this parasite would be cultivated and nurtured into such a large body by the Japanese Shintoist Inubushi, and even possess some incomprehensible functions.

"My children, tonight you must kill an old Taoist priest," Inubushi said softly, his face extremely somber.

Since burying Professor Liu and returning the Tianye Yunjian, Master Jin had returned to the Yunji Mountain House of Baiyun Temple and had remained secluded, with young Taoist priests bringing him vegetarian meals daily, claiming to be in seclusion.

That night, he silently drank alone in his room.

Professor Liu's death had greatly affected him. For decades, the two had shared the same ideals and were like brothers; now, there was no one left to share a drink and have a heart-to-heart talk with him on a snowy night… People in the martial world take life and death lightly, but Master Jin had always felt a vague unease in his heart, especially now.

The Taoist priest put down his wine cup, stood up from his

meditation cushion, walked to the table, opened a drawer, and took out three copper coins. These were his treasured coins from the first year of the Qianlong Emperor's reign; coins from prosperous times were considered the most accurate for divination. The Taoist priest sat down again, and with a thought, tossed out the Qianlong coins in succession. The hexagram formed by the Earthly Branch Kan (water) below and the Earthly Branch Kun (earth) above,

the hexagram Shi (army), with the sixth line in the third position moving. His expression changed slightly. Shi (army), the seventh hexagram in the Book of Changes, says in its image: "Water within the earth; the superior man, in accordance with this, accommodates the people and nurtures the masses." This hexagram should be auspicious and without blame, but "Shi" signifies an army, indicating impending war. The unfavorable aspect is the moving yin line in the sixth position, a very ominous sign. The image also says: "Six in the third position: The army may bring back corpses; ominous." It means that corpses will be frequently brought back from the battlefield, indicating extreme defeat and danger. It seems that staying in the capital may lead to unforeseen events, and danger is imminent. The hexagram changed to the 46th hexagram of the I Ching, Earth over Wind, signifying good fortune for a southern expedition. He had no choice but to head south, perfectly aligning with his thoughts over the past few days. Jiangxi was just south of the capital. Han Sheng bore the heavy responsibility entrusted to him by the dying Danba Lama, and he knew nothing of martial arts. Xiao Yanfang and the forces behind her would not give up so easily; he could lend him a hand.

Wuyuan, a land of outstanding people and beautiful scenery in Jiangnan, yet he had spent so many years in the bustling capital, his chivalrous spirit slowly eroded away—how tragic… Master Jin picked up his wine cup again and drank it all in one gulp.

The north wind grew stronger, snowflakes pattering against the windowpanes. Inside, the fire in the stove burned brightly; he added some more coal, then lay down on the bed fully clothed. He had decided to leave Baiyun Temple early the next morning and head south to Jiangxi.

Outside the wall of the back garden of Baiyun Temple, amidst the wind and snow, stood a man clad in a brown down coat, silently gazing into the temple with a cold smile on his face. This was Inubushi.

Chapter 259

Inubushi leaped over the high wall and landed lightly in the back garden. Thick snow had accumulated beneath the withered lilac trees in the garden. The air was crisp and cold, and no one was around, except for wisps of white smoke rising from the tin chimney of Yunji Mountain House.

Inubushi quietly unbuttoned his coat, took out the three corpse worms—Green, White, and Blood Gu—from his robes, kissed each one lightly, and then said, "Go." He tossed them onto the snow.

Green Gu arched its body, glanced back at its master, and then quickly began to wriggle, like a small green snake, leaving a winding trail in the snow. White Gu and Blood Gu followed closely behind. Qing Gu and Xue Gu arrived silently at the door, nimbly squeezing through a narrow gap in the threshold. Only Bai Gu, being plump, struggled to squeeze in.

The room was dark, with only a sliver of light filtering through the cracks in the iron stove, making it possible to vaguely discern an elderly Taoist priest sleeping on the bed.

Qing Gu stared with her deep-set eyes. Because she had resided within her master's body for many years, she could see in the dark. Once she identified her target, she quickly climbed onto the bed.

Master Jin was a top figure in the Quanzhen Sect, his innate Qi cultivation having reached the Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness realm. Even when he slept, his body was enveloped in a layer of Heavenly Gang Protective Qi. If an ordinary enemy attacked, the backlash would be extremely strong, not only making it impossible to harm him but also causing harm to the attacker.

As soon as Qing Gu climbed onto the bed, she encountered the Taoist priest's protective Qi. She searched left and right but could not break through, unable to get close.

Sweat beaded on Qing Gu's wrinkled forehead. Her dark eyes helplessly shook her head as she looked at Bai Gu and Xue Gu. The Three Corpse Worms, having lived inside the Dog Master's body since childhood, shared a deep understanding with each other. Seeing that even their leader, Qing Gu, was helpless, the other two were even more at a loss.

Just when they were utterly helpless, a crisp "poof..." rang out. It turned out the old Taoist had farted in his sleep.

Qing Gu immediately understood. Those who cultivated internal energy feared farting the most, as it would leak their true energy. Although the time was extremely brief, it was enough to give their opponents a chance to strike.

Qing Gu, the Upper Corpse Worm, seized this rare opportunity. As the wisp of gas from the loud fart passed through the Heavenly Gang Protective True Energy layer from the inside out, it burrowed in the instant of the opening and closing. Without needing any prompting, Bai Gu opened her mouth and grabbed Qing Gu's tail, while Xue Gu also held onto Bai Gu's end. The Three Corpse Worms filed into the Golden Taoist's protective true energy.

The three corpse worms then split into two groups. Green Maiden crawled in through the left trouser leg of the Taoist priest, while White Maiden and Blood Maiden crept in through the right.

The three worms met between the Taoist priest's legs, and then Green Maiden was the first to find his anus, parting the pubic hair and burrowing in. White Maiden and Blood Maiden followed closely behind.

The Taoist priest experienced a pleasurable urge to defecate in his dream, and suddenly awoke, only to find that all three worms had already burrowed into his rectum.

Dog-Fushi leaped over the high wall and landed lightly in the back garden. Thick snow had accumulated under the withered lilac trees in the garden; the air was crisp and cold, and no one was around, except for wisps of white smoke rising from the tin chimney of the Yunji Mountain House.

The dog-like master quietly unbuttoned his clothes, took out the three corpse worms—Green, White, and Blood Maiden—from his robes, kissed each one lightly, and said, "Go." He then tossed them onto the snow.

Green Maiden arched its body, glanced back at its master, and then quickly began to wriggle, like a small green snake, leaving a winding trail in the snow. White Maiden and Blood Maiden followed closely behind. Green and Blood Maidens silently reached the door and nimbly squeezed through a narrow gap in the threshold. Only White Maiden, being plump, struggled to enter.

The room was dark, with only a faint light coming from the cracks in the iron stove, making it possible to vaguely discern an elderly Taoist priest sleeping on the bed.

Green Maiden stared with its two deep, dark eyes. Because it had resided within its master's body for many years, it could see in the dark. After identifying its target, it quickly crawled onto the bed.

Master Jin was a top figure in the Quanzhen Sect. His innate Qi cultivation had reached the realm of Refining the Spirit and Returning to Emptiness. Even when he slept, his body was shrouded in a layer of Heavenly Gang Protective Qi. If an ordinary enemy attacked, the backlash would be extremely strong, not only making it impossible to harm him, but also causing harm to the attacker.

As soon as Qing Gu climbed onto the bed, she encountered the protective Qi surrounding the Master. She searched left and right but could not break through it and could not get close to him.

Sweat beaded on Qing Gu's wrinkled forehead. Her dark eyes helplessly shook her head as she looked at Bai Gu and Xue Gu. The Three Corpse Worms, having lived inside the Dog Master's body since childhood, shared a deep understanding with each other. Seeing that even their leader, Qing Gu, was helpless, the other two were even more at a loss.

Just when they were utterly helpless, a crisp "poof..." rang out. It turned out the old Taoist had farted in his sleep.

Qing Gu immediately understood. Those who cultivated internal energy feared farting the most, as it would leak their true energy. Although the time was extremely brief, it was enough to give their opponents a chance to strike.

Qing Gu, the Upper Corpse Worm, seized this rare opportunity. As the wisp of gas from the loud fart passed through the Heavenly Gang Protective True Energy layer from the inside out, it burrowed in the instant of the opening and closing. Without needing any prompting, Bai Gu opened her mouth and grabbed Qing Gu's tail, while Xue Gu also held onto Bai Gu's end. The Three Corpse Worms filed into the Golden Taoist's protective true energy.

Then the three corpse worms split into two groups. Green Maiden crawled in through the left trouser leg of the Taoist priest, while White Maiden and Blood Maiden quietly entered through the right.

The three corpse worms met between the Taoist priest's legs. Then Green Maiden was the first to find the anus, parted the pubic hair, and burrowed in. White Maiden and Blood Maiden followed closely behind.

The Taoist priest experienced a pleasurable urge to defecate in his dream, and suddenly awoke. At this moment, all three corpse worms had burrowed into his rectum. "

Oh no!" A chill ran through the Taoist priest. Something was wriggling in his abdomen. A thought flashed through his mind, and he realized he had been tricked in his sleep… The Taoist priest abruptly rolled over and sat down on the futon, calming his mind and concentrating. He discovered that the foreign object in his large intestine had quickly moved to his small intestine. Startled, he quickly circulated his internal energy to seal the anus.

The three-corpse worm enters the large intestine through the anus, crawling through the rectum, colon, and cecum. This section of the intestine is about 1.5 meters long, and its main function is to absorb water, drying the food residue transported from the small intestine in the colon to form hardened feces.

Qinggu, with her eyes closed, pushes aside the hardened clumps of feces with her head and continues forward, while Baigu excitedly opens her mouth wide, greedily devouring the feces. Qinggu quickly crawls into the small intestine, a winding tube more than six meters long, filled with mucus and some fibrous material, and smells much fresher.

The Quanzhen Sect's innate true qi, passing through the Stomach Meridian of Foot Yangming, seals the pylorus, blocking the passage from the duodenum to the stomach to prevent the foreign object from ascending.

Qinggu crawls through the small intestine and duodenum, finding the passage blocked, and turns back to meet Baigu and Xuegu, only to find they haven't followed. At this moment, Bai Gu was busy feasting in her colon, while Xue Gu remained in her rectum, searching for the thinnest part of the intestinal wall near the prostate, preparing to drill a hole into the prostate and directly suck the innate essence from the old Taoist's seminal vesicles within the ampulla of the seminal vesicle.

Knowing he was facing a life-or-death situation, Master Jin dared not delay. He quickly rose from the table, pulled out a sheet of yellow paper, dipped a brush in cinnabar, and swiftly wrote a protective talisman, chanting: "Hao Hao Yin Yang, the sun rises in the east, I now write this talisman, sweeping away all misfortune, exhaling the true fire of Samadhi, consuming the light of the One Word, capturing monsters with the Heavenly Warrior, breaking through the seven-fold Vajra, subduing demons, transforming them into good fortune, hasten as the law commands!"

"Master Inubu of the ōtakeyama Modo-in Temple in Japan has taken the liberty of visiting Master Jin of the White Cloud Temple late at night," someone at the door said in a low, hoarse voice.

Master Jin was startled, immediately realizing that he had killed Murakami Takeo in Kaiping, and the Japanese had come seeking revenge. He affixed the talisman he had just written to his navel, and a surge of malevolent energy penetrated his abdomen, suppressing the foreign object inside. He then fastened his belt and opened the door.

A few snowflakes drifted in with the cold wind, and he saw a thin, short old man standing in the doorway, wearing a brown down jacket.

The old man bowed deeply to Master Jin and said, "I am Master Inubushi. I apologize for disturbing you so late at night."

Master Jin stepped aside to let Master Inubushi into the house.

The fire in the stove was burning brightly, and the air was warm and inviting. Master Inubushi unbuttoned his down jacket, revealing that he was completely naked underneath, his muscles bulging and exceptionally well-developed.

Master Jin could no longer feel anything moving in his abdomen; it seemed the talisman's malevolent energy had temporarily suppressed the foreign object.

"You've come to avenge Murakami Takeo, haven't you?" Master Jin said calmly.

Inubushi glanced around the simple house, then chuckled, his voice hoarse and stiff: "Murakami Takeo is the number one swordsman of our country's two-sword style. He arrived in the Central Plains and was defeated by you, Daoist Master. Logically speaking, with Murakami's skill combined with the power of the Heavenly Cloud Sword, no one in the world should be able to kill him. He must have fallen into some trap. Daoist Master, can you be frank?"

Daoist Master Jin calmly replied, "Murakami Takeo's swordsmanship is indeed unparalleled. My friend, Professor Liu, died by his blade." At this point, the Daoist Master's face showed sorrow, and his words choked. He paused... Then he continued, "But the martial arts of the Central Plains are far more profound and extensive. Take my Quanzhen School for example. Our patriarch Wang Chongyang created the Quanzhen Innate Internal Energy Method, which was later developed and popularized by Master Qiu Chuji. It has been over seven hundred years since then. Murakami's defeat at the hands of Quanzhen Innate Internal Energy is not a shameful or embarrassing matter, nor is it a trap."

Inubushi coldly replied, "Master Jin, Miyamoto Musashi's two-sword style is renowned throughout Japan and is invincible. Now, the swordsman Murakami has returned to Japan dead on the battlefield. This is a great disgrace, and the Japanese people will not..." "If it's acceptable, then I've come here today to formally and fairly challenge the Quanzhen Sect of the Central Plains, to give the Japanese samurai an explanation."

Upon hearing this, Master Jin laughed loudly, "Master Inubushi, how can I possibly give you an explanation? While I was sleeping, you actually used the despicable and shameless methods that are unacceptable to the martial arts world of the Central Plains to injure me first, and then you solemnly issue this challenge. Is this the Bushido spirit of your country?"

Master Inubushi remained calm and composed, saying, "The Three Corpse Worms that I cultivated are like illegitimate offspring, by no means despicable. They were merely scouting the house first." "As for their attack on the Taoist priest, that was merely an undeclared attack, not my intention. On the contrary, it demonstrates that the Quanzhen Sect's martial arts are utterly worthless, merely empty boasts. Tell me, how can a dignified abbot of Baiyun Temple, Master Jin, who defeated Murakami Takeo, be defeated by a few tiny insects from Japan? This clearly shows that the two-sword style swordsman Murakami Takeo must have died in a trap set by the Chinese. Am I right?"

Master Jin shook his head. This Inubushi Master had come prepared, resorting to sophistry, clearly intending to kill him. There was no need to waste any more words with him.

"Alright, I accept your challenge. Make your move," Master Jin said, simultaneously attempting to gather his innate internal energy, but felt a sudden blockage in his abdomen, realizing the situation was dire and it seemed hopeless.

Chapter 260

"No rush, we can talk about my Three Corpse Worms first," Inubushi Master waved his hand, somewhat surprised. Why hadn't Qinggu, Baigu, and Xuegu made a move yet? If we're only talking about martial arts, even Murakami Takeo was defeated; he certainly wasn't a match for Master Jin. He had to wait until the corpse worms made their move before he could reap the benefits. That way, there would be no risk. After returning home, he could groom himself and become a renowned martial arts hero.

So it was the Three Corpse Worms… Master Jin pondered. The Quanzhen Sect did have several methods to expel and kill the Three Corpse Worms, such as consuming elixirs, refining true qi, and fasting. He had expelled the Three Corpse Worms from his body years ago, but those were all invisible to the naked eye, extremely tiny creatures. The foreign object in his stomach just now, however, moved exaggeratedly; its size must be enormous. Could there really be such large Three Corpse Worms in the world?

“I would like to hear the details,” Master Jin said calmly.

Master Inubushi carefully observed Master Jin's facial expressions and physical reactions, and slowly said, "The origins of Japanese Taoism can be traced back to China. Master Jin must be very familiar with the Taoist theories about the Three Corpse Worms, and naturally has many ways to counteract them. However, the people of the Central Plains are conservative and short-sighted, unwilling to change. The Japanese are different. I, Master Inubushi of the Great Mountain Modo Temple, have taken a unique approach and innovated, cultivating the Three Corpse Worms in the human body to grow hundreds of times larger. Now they have burrowed into Master Jin's anus. As soon as I activate them, Master Jin's three souls will leave his body, his seven spirits will scatter, and he will suffer a fate worse than death."

Master Jin knew that Master Inubushi was threatening him, but what he said might not be false. Strangely, he had already activated his Heavenly Gang True Qi to protect himself before going to sleep. How did the Three Corpse Worms get in? The Taoist priest

pondered deeply, finally recalling a loud fart he had let out. It must have been when that fart broke through his protective aura, allowing the Three Corpse Worms to sneak in. "Why did I fart?"

he sighed. Seeing the priest sigh, Inubushi was delighted and quickly asked, "What's wrong, Taoist priest?"

The priest replied regretfully, "It's all my fault for letting out a loud fart."

Inubushi was puzzled, looking at the priest suspiciously, feeling uneasy. The Three Corpse Worms had been inside for quite some time; there shouldn't have been no movement. Thinking this, he tentatively asked, "Taoist priest, do you feel anything in your stomach now?"

The priest smiled slightly and said frankly, "You're worried about your worms, aren't you? I've already written a protective talisman to suppress them. You wanted to activate them, so please go ahead." Inubushi

was startled. No wonder! This old Taoist had already made preparations. It seemed he shouldn't act rashly for now. He glanced at the wine cup on the table, sniffed it, and asked, "What kind of wine is the Daoist Master drinking? It's not only mellow but also has a subtle lotus fragrance."

"Old Beijing Zhao's Shaodaozi," Daoist Master Jin replied.

Inubushi thought to himself, "Wine can dissipate talismans. I'll trick him into drinking some strong liquor to weaken the protective energy of the Quanzhen Sect's talismans, then suddenly unleash the Three Corpse Worms for a successful attack.

" "Could we set aside our past grievances for now? It's freezing cold in the twelfth lunar month. I'd like to share a few cups of fine Central Plains wine with you, Daoist Master Jin. What do you say?" Inubushi asked, his eyes fixed on the Daoist Master.

"Inubushi has come from afar. Since you have such refined tastes, why not?" Daoist Master Jin said frankly, secretly thinking, "This Japanese man wants to use wine to weaken my protective energy. I might as well play along and get him and those worms drunk." The Taoist priest rose and

dragged out a jar of strong, aged Beijing Zhao's "Tongquanyong" liquor, treasured for many years, from under the bed. He broke the mud seal, and a rich, mellow aroma filled the entire room. "Excellent liquor!" Inubushi exclaimed in admiration. In ancient times, Japan only had "cloudy sake." Later, someone added charcoal to the cloudy sake to cause it to settle, and then drank the clear liquid, thus giving rise to the name "clear sake." Around the mid-7th century AD, the "koji" brewing technique from Central China was transmitted to the Japanese archipelago from the ancient Korean kingdom of Baekje, allowing the Japanese to taste Chinese yellow wine for the first time. During the Kamakura Shogunate period, drawing on the brewing methods of Chinese yellow wine, Japanese brewing techniques matured, and sake gradually became a national treasure of Japan. Although Japanese sake borrows from the brewing methods of Chinese yellow wine, it differs from it. Sake is pale yellow or colorless, clear and transparent, and contains a variety of flavors including sour, sweet, bitter, astringent, and spicy. Its alcohol content is generally around 15%. In the martial arts world of Central China, this kind of wine is merely considered a beverage, incomparable to strong liquor with an alcohol content of over 60%. Master Jin took out two large bowls, placed them on the table, and began pouring sake into them from the jar. While pouring, Master Jin poured all the remaining true energy he could muster into the sake, thus multiplying the potency of strong liquor—one bowl would be equivalent to four or five bowls. Inubushi's eyes darted around, and he snatched the large bowl in front of Master Jin, giving a sinister smile. Master Jin acted as if he hadn't noticed, calmly picking up the other bowl and clinking glasses with Inubushi. Both immediately drank it down. After downing the first bowl, Inubushi gasped for breath, his mouth agape from the spiciness. He had never tasted such potent liquor before, and his head buzzed, causing him to feel dizzy. After swallowing his own drink, Master Jin released his urethra, forcing the liquor down his duodenum. While Master Jin poured the second bowl, Inubushi's hand swiftly formed a hand seal under the table, mentally activating the Three Corpse Worms. However, there was no response; it seemed the time wasn't right. They both finished their second bowls. Master Jin then filled a third bowl, suddenly feeling a strange churning in his stomach. "Oh no," he thought, "the talisman's energy has dissipated." He quickly downed the remaining liquor. After three bowls, Inubushi's eyes turned bloodshot, veins bulging and throbbing in his temples. He continued desperately trying to activate the Three Corpse Worms, but then everything went black, and he lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground with a thud. Master Jin picked up the wine jar and gulped down more than ten mouthfuls. The fiery liquor surged from his anus, making his small intestine feel scalding hot. After a while, the restless foreign objects in his stomach finally stopped moving; they were all drunk. Master Jin put down the wine jar and looked at the ground. Inubushi was already dead drunk, his brown down coat open, revealing a disgustingly short, muscular man. It was hard to imagine that within this ugly body, the Three Corpse Worms, capable of frantically attacking humans, could be cultivated. " I should leave," Master Jin thought, bending down to pick up Inubushi and tossing him onto his bed. He then pulled the blanket over him. After all, the Central Plains was a land of etiquette; he couldn't let him sleep on the cold ground. It seemed this Japanese man wouldn't wake up for another day. Master Jin opened a drawer, took out a pill, and swallowed it. This was a secret elixir from the Quanzhen Sect, with the immediate effect of clearing toxins and purging heat. Sure enough, he felt the urge to defecate within moments. The Master glanced at the biting wind and snow outside the window, his brow unfurrowing. He casually pulled his washbasin from under the table, unzipped his pants, and squatted on it, attempting to expel the unconscious, drunken Three Corpse Worms. A moment later, with a loud "plop," the Master felt something moving out of his large intestine. He was secretly pleased, so he held his breath, strained his sphincter... and finally, a slippery, thread-like object emerged from his anus. Master Jin looked down closely, and by the dim light of the stove fire, he saw that the object's head was pink, shiny, slippery, and covered in mucus. He quickly pinched it with two fingers and pulled it out forcefully. It turned out to be a roundworm more than a foot long. During the 1970s, sanitation conditions in the north were poor, and people commonly suffered from lice, nits, and various intestinal parasites. Therefore, it wasn't surprising that the Taoist priest passed roundworms. He continued straining, passing several more, but still no sign of the three-corpse worms. Helpless, he wiped his bottom clean and stood up. The Taoist priest took an iron hook, lifted the lid of the scorching coal stove, and casually poured the several roundworms from the basin into the roaring fire. He then closed the lid, and with a few faint screams, a burnt stench wafted out. The Taoist priest quickly packed his belongings, grabbed a canvas travel bag, and quietly slipped out of the Yunji Mountain House, leaping over the wall. Late at night, the snow continued, and the area in front of the Beijing train station was a white expanse. The Taoist priest boarded a southbound train, heading straight for Jiangxi. Chapter 261 The following afternoon, the Taoist priest arrived in Wuyuan. Looking around, the setting sun cast its golden rays upon the ancient villages in the countryside. The Hui-style buildings nestled among bamboo groves, with their white walls, black tiles, and upturned eaves, along with the tranquil streams, exuded a sense of peace and simplicity. Moved by the scene, the Taoist priest sighed, "A small stream, two or three ancient houses, a patch of green bamboo, and half an acre of vegetable garden—this is truly a blessed place for spiritual cultivation." "The Taoist priest is absolutely right," said an elderly man with a white beard, dressed in local attire, passing by the Taoist priest. "The fields and paths of Wuyuan are like a landscape painting. Countless literati and scholars throughout history have lingered here, reluctant to leave, leaving behind many wondrous tales and legends."

The Taoist priest smiled slightly, cupped his hands in greeting, and asked, "Brother, do you know of a young, miraculous doctor here named Zhu Hansheng?"

The white-bearded old man was taken aback and said, "Zhu Hansheng of Nanshan? Everyone in Wuyuan County knows him. It's a pity you're too late, Taoist priest; he's already dead."

"Dead?" The Taoist priest was suspicious and hurriedly asked, "When and what happened?"

"A little over a month ago, his house suddenly caught fire and burned to the ground. His body was completely gone. Everyone in Wuyuan is saddened by his passing," the white-bearded old man said with a touch of sadness.

Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest pondered in silence. He had seen Zhu Hansheng in the wilderness of Kaiping just a few days ago. How could he have died a little over a month ago? Then he realized that this was a common tactic used by those in the martial arts world to conceal their identities. But he was just a barefoot doctor from a village; why would he do this? If Zhu Hansheng had met the Danba Lama, it would be understandable. Could it be that he could foresee future events? The Taoist priest shook his head.

"It's true. If you don't believe me, Daoist Master, you can go directly to Nanshan Village and ask the villagers. I, Bai Yigao, never lie," said the white-bearded old man.

Nanshan Village was definitely a must-go. Daoist Master Jin looked at the sun and asked, "Then, may I ask how to get to Nanshan Village?"

Bai Yigao pointed out the path in detail. Daoist Master Jin thanked him and hurried towards Nanshan Village.

As the moon rose over the eastern mountains, Daoist Master Jin was already standing at the eastern entrance of Nanshan Village.

Before him lay ruins and rubble, and he could still faintly smell the ashes and scorched earth. It seemed that his old friend Bai Yigao was right; the Zhu Hansheng family must have experienced something extraordinary.

Just then, Daoist Master Jin suddenly felt something wriggling in his stomach. He understood; the Three Corpse Worms had awakened from their intoxication.

Master Jin quickly opened his travel bag, took out yellow paper, a brush, and cinnabar. By the dim moonlight, he wrote another talisman, unbuckled his belt, and stuck it to his navel with a "snap." He let out a soft breath.

These three corpse worms were not to be underestimated. The upper corpse worm, Qing Gu, could ascend and burrow into the head, driving the person insane; the middle corpse worm, Bai Gu, was gluttonous, eating anything in sight, and if it started gnawing on internal organs, certain death was certain; the lower corpse worm was lustful, and he mustn't let it run rampant, ruining his decades-long reputation. In short, he absolutely couldn't let it act up. Thinking of this, a few drops of cold sweat appeared on Master Jin's forehead.

The three corpse worms in his abdomen seemed to have stopped wriggling, but then he felt the urge to defecate again. The master looked around. The dim moonlight, the soft chirping of insects in the grass, and the villagers' oil lamps all being extinguished and asleep meant he wouldn't see him. So he found a corner of a broken wall, squatted down, and relieved himself.

"Pfft!" Another loud fart echoed, sounding particularly crisp in the quiet night. The Taoist priest frowned. What had he eaten today? He remembered a bowl of pig's blood soup and a large plate of chives at a small eatery on the way. Those were high in fiber, great for promoting intestinal peristalsis.

His anus itched. Looking down, he saw another large roundworm, its color different from yesterday's. The Taoist priest was furious. He reached out with two fingers like steel pincers and pinched hard, but he used too much force and snapped it in two… revealing several undigested chives at the break.

The Taoist priest understood. The iron in the pig's blood oxidized and turned black when heated in his stomach, causing the roundworm's color change. And those roundworms had actually eaten the chives he had eaten! Then, he excreted several more roundworms of varying sizes and incomplete forms. Some had only their heads left, others only a fragment of their tails. The Taoist priest was shocked. What was going on? Could it be that he was being devoured by the corpse-eating worm, Bai Gu?

As the Taoist priest pondered this, he suddenly heard a squeaking sound from the air. Looking up, he saw a swarm of bats circling overhead in the moonlight. The leader was enormous, with a piece of cloth tied around its neck… The Taoist priest paid no attention to these nocturnal creatures and took out some tissues to wipe his buttocks… Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed past his ears. Before he could react, he felt a burning, needle-like pain on his head. He quickly looked up, only to feel a numbness under his jaw. Dark shadows danced before his eyes, and all his hair and beard had been plucked out. Startled, he tried to retaliate with his hands, but his abdomen tightened, and he couldn't muster any internal energy. Just then, he felt a chill on his exposed buttocks. Reaching down, he discovered that all his pubic hair was gone, even the protective pubic hair was completely gone.

Master Jin was furious, but the bats, having succeeded in their attack, took flight again, circling in the air with a "squeak."

It turned out that the leader of the Yin Bats, having spent a long time in the Yin Bat Cave of Wolong Valley, had grown fond of Han Sheng and had flown back to Nanshan Village one night. Unexpectedly, the manor had been burned down, leaving only ruins, and Han Sheng had vanished without a trace. Since then, every clear, moonlit night, the leader of the Yin Bats would come to investigate, hoping to encounter Han Sheng. Unfortunately, more than ten nights had passed, and he still hadn't seen that familiar figure.

Tonight, as usual, he came to patrol and discovered someone defecating on the ruins of Han Sheng's house. The leader of the Yin Bats was enraged and led his followers to attack Master Jin.

Because of the Three Corpse Worms in his abdomen, Master Jin was unable to circulate his true energy, so he could only parry and had no power to retaliate; otherwise, countless Yin Bats would have been killed or wounded.

"Squeak squeak squeak... squeak squeak squeak," the leader of the Yin Bats whistled, and the Yin Bats returned in triumph, flying off in a grand procession towards Mount Dazhang.

Master Jin, dejected, took a towel from his travel bag and wiped the bloodstains from his scalp, finding his face and head completely bald. This unexpected attack by a swarm of bats was truly strange; could there be a reason behind it? What

kind of omen could this be? Bats are birds of the forest, associated with the Xun wind in the I Ching, belonging to the wood element. He himself was a Daoist immortal, also belonging to the Xun wood element. If he were to use the Plum Blossom Divination method, it would be a pure Xun hexagram, meaning: "Small success, advantageous to go forth, advantageous to see a great man." It should be advantageous to see Han Sheng; it's quite auspicious. However, the bat leader's last whistle, a total of six whistles, corresponds to the sixth line of the hexagram, which is not a good sign... The commentary says: "The ninth line at the top, Xun (巽) is under the bed, signifying exhaustion at the top, loss of resources, and inevitable misfortune." This means that one is at a dead end, unable to move forward, and has lost the means to make a living, so the outcome is bound to be dangerous.

What about the changing hexagram? The Xun hexagram, with all six lines moving, transforms into the forty-eighth hexagram of the I Ching—the Well (水风井). This means that if one is about to draw water from the well, but then knocks over the water bottle, it is certainly an ominous sign.

Master Jin looked up at the night sky and sighed deeply, "Old Lama Danba, the arrangements you entrusted for my funeral are truly extremely dangerous..."

Early in the morning, a young Taoist priest from Baiyun Temple brought a food box to Yunji Mountain House to deliver the meal. He knocked on the door several times, but there was no answer, so he pushed the door open.

Abbot Jin was not in the room, and a stranger was sleeping on the bed… The young Taoist priest quickly called for the supervising abbot and several stewards, who hurriedly arrived at Yunji Mountain House.

The fire in the stove was almost extinguished, and the room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol. The supervising abbot frowned at the smell. There was nothing he could do; Abbot Jin, the most senior member of the temple and blind, was addicted to alcohol and thus lived in seclusion in the mountain house in the back garden to avoid gossip.

Taoists in the Central Plains were divided into two factions: Quanzhen and Zhengyi. Quanzhen Taoists were ordained monks, abstaining from meat and alcohol, with very strict rules. Zhengyi Taoists, on the other hand, could marry and drink alcohol and eat meat, and were mostly lay practitioners or wandering Taoists without temples.

“Wake this person up. Since he’s sleeping in the abbot’s bed, he might be a friend of Abbot Jin. We must not neglect him,” the supervising abbot instructed.

Two deacons stepped forward, dampened towels with ice water, and gently wiped the man's face and chest.

"Ah! He's naked..." one of the deacons exclaimed.

The abbot hurriedly stepped forward for a closer look and indeed saw a short, muscular man completely naked. He was secretly shocked; could Master Jin really have done something so despicable that would tarnish the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect? This was a huge scandal!

"This matter must not be spread. We must find Master Jin and ask him clearly before we speak. Do you all understand?" the abbot said sternly.

"Yes, Abbot." The others responded.

"He's awake." The young Taoist priest exclaimed.

Stimulated by the ice water, Inubushi slowly awoke, opened his eyes, and, seeing the Taoist priests surrounding him, exclaimed in surprise, "Eh, where's Master Jin?"

"Who are you? Why are you sleeping in the abbot's bed? Where did Master Jin go?" the Abbot asked.

Inubushi sat up, pulled his down coat tighter, cleared his throat, and then arrogantly declared, "I am Inubushi, the abbot of the ōtakezan Modo-in Temple in Tokyo, Japan. Am I drunk?" The

Abbot was taken aback and looked at him suspiciously, "You're Japanese?"

"Indeed," Inubushi jumped off the bed, looked around, and said, "Master Jin ran away?"

"What do you mean?" the Abbot demanded sternly.

"Hmph, he actually escaped..." Inubushi, dejected, pushed aside the Taoist priests, went outside, looked around, sighed, took a running start in the garden, and leaped over the wall. His brown down coat billowed, and his two white buttocks flashed as he disappeared. The Taoist

priests exchanged bewildered glances.

Chapter 262

Kurosawa's Residence.

"You failed," Kurosawa, the deputy consul general, said coldly, his face grim.

"I am truly sorry," Inubushi bowed deeply, then said, "The Three Corpse Worms have already entered Master Jin's body and are lurking. I will go and track him down; I will definitely kill him."

Kurosawa's expression gradually softened. He asked, "Where is he?"

"I will sense him immediately," Inubushi said, then sat cross-legged on the bed, pinched three fingers together on each hand, silently recited the Three Corpse Incantation, and focused his mind on sensing with his spirit.

After a long pause, Inubushi said dejectedly, "I still can't sense it. The Three Corpse Worms are definitely out of their minds right now."

Kurosawa snorted, turned around, walked to the table, picked up the phone, and dialed the leader's number.

"I'm sorry. This is Kurosawa. Master Jin has escaped. Could you please find out and tell me his most likely whereabouts? Please." Kurosawa said politely.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, then the leader's deep, magnetic voice came through: "There's a Poyang Lake Valley in Wuyuan."

"Thank you, I owe you a favor." Kurosawa gently put down the phone.

"Wuyuan, Jiangxi." Kurosawa calmly told Inubushi.

"Okay, I'll leave immediately." Inubushi stood up.

An hour later, Inubushi, dressed in a suit and tie, boarded a southbound express train, heading straight for Jiangxi.

In the lower berth of the soft sleeper compartment on the express train, Inubushi occasionally sat cross-legged and rubbed his fingers together to sense things, attracting the attention of an elderly couple in the opposite berth.

"Comrade, what are you doing?" the old woman asked curiously.

"Oh, I'm practicing some kind of kung fu," Inubushi replied casually.

"Practicing kung fu?" The old woman shook her head and said, "What kind of kung fu are you practicing?"

"Well, I've had intestinal problems since I was a child, so I often meditate to regulate my qi. I've been doing this for decades," Inubushi explained.

The old woman said with concern, "It would be best to go to the hospital for a checkup. I see spots on your sclera; you might have parasites in your stomach. A stool test will tell you everything."

"Are you a doctor?" Inubushi rolled his eyes at her and retorted impatiently.

"Yes, I'm an internist, specializing in intestinal infectious diseases," the old woman said proudly, oblivious to Inubushi's disdain.

"Comrade, what's your surname?" the old woman asked warmly when Inubushi didn't answer.

"My surname is Gou (Dog)," Inubushi frowned.

"His surname is Gou. According to the Guangyun dictionary, 'The surname Gou originates from the three prominent families of Henan, Hebei, and Xihe.' There are six origins for this surname. Gou Kuang, a famous materialist thinker and educator during the Warring States period, was a staunch opponent of the concept of destiny and ghosts, proposing the idea of 'controlling and utilizing destiny'—the idea that human will can overcome fate..." The old man lying on the upper bunk suddenly poked his head out and said.

The old woman proudly introduced, "My husband is a nationally renowned humanities scholar."

"I'm Gou, the dog whose surname is Zhu Gou (meaning pig or dog)," Inubushi said disdainfully, though he actually had a deep understanding of Chinese culture.

"Ah..." The old couple were greatly surprised, exchanging bewildered glances, speechless for a moment.

After a long while, the old woman smiled somewhat awkwardly and said, "Comrade Gou, I feel you must have contracted the Three Corpse Worms disease..."

Inubushi was greatly startled, his gaze fixed fiercely on the old woman.

“Toxoplasma gondii, also known as ‘three-corpse worm,’ is an obligate intracellular parasite that can cause a variety of diseases in humans and damage 11 types of glands. It is a significant biological factor that threatens human eugenics, intelligence, and longevity. Since the first case of three-corpse worm disease was discovered in China in 1969, only seven years have passed, and research on this disease is practically nonexistent. Many cases are misdiagnosed or missed, so I suspect you have contracted it,” the old woman said sincerely.

Inubushi raised an eyebrow and asked mockingly, “You know about three-corpse worms? How big are they?”

“Big? It’s a zoonotic disease caused by Toxoplasma gondii, which is invisible to the naked eye. In humans, it’s often a latent infection, primarily affecting the eyes, brain, heart, liver, and lymph nodes. Especially when pregnant women are infected, the pathogen can infect the fetus through the placenta, directly affecting fetal growth and development, causing severe birth defects. It is one of the most serious congenital infections in humans,” the old woman said in surprise.

“Does this worm have a mind?” Inubushi snorted.

The old woman glanced at the old man in the upper bunk, sensing he might be mentally unstable, and quickly shut her mouth.

The train entered nighttime travel; outside the window was pitch black, and the elderly couple opposite were already asleep.

Inubushi continued his silent meditation, when suddenly a thought struck him. He finally sensed the chaotic remote sensing information of the Three Corpse Worms; they were still inside Jin Daoren's stomach, heading due south, likely towards Wuyuan in Jiangxi.

Around midnight, the train stopped at Nanchang Station. Inubushi disembarked and boarded a night bus to Wuyuan. Before dawn, he finally arrived in Wuyuan County.

This is a small town surrounded by streams. In the early morning, the mist is thick, and the bluestone pavement is damp and clean. There are quite a few breakfast stalls at the entrances of the quaint alleys, selling steaming wontons, glutinous rice cakes, steamed rice cakes, wild mugwort cakes (Qingming cakes), ash-water cakes, steamed buns (ma guo), rice flour cakes, black rice, spiced meat dumplings, plain rice dumplings, and many other

local delicacies. Master Quanfu was starving, so he hurriedly sat down at a stall, ordered a large amount of snacks, and wolfed them down. His well-dressed suit attracted the attention of the locals, and the women stood under the trees, gossiping and pointing.

In a breakfast stall not far away, a bald old man sat by the window. On the table were a plate of braised peanuts and a plate of soy-braised snails. He held a pot of rice wine in his hand, sipping it with relish. His sharp eyes suddenly spotted Inubushi, and he observed him slowly and discreetly. This was the same Jin Daoist whose fur had been plucked by the Yin Bats the night before.

Inubushi finished his plate, rubbed his stomach, smacked his lips, and asked the stall owner, "Fellow villager, do you know how far it is to Poyang Lake Valley? How do I get there?"

"It's over a hundred li. Take a bus from the county bus station to Jingdezhen, and then you'll have to walk. Anyway, you can ask around when you get there," the stall owner replied.

Inubushi nodded, paid, and stood up. His eyes darted around, lingering briefly on the small shop across the street. The bald man drinking alone didn't attract his attention. He then turned and walked towards the bus station.

Master Jin watched his retreating figure, then walked to the wonton stall and asked the owner, "Brother, where was that man going when he asked you for directions?"

"Poyang Lake Valley," the owner replied.

"Poyang Lake Valley?" Master Jin suddenly remembered. Granny Wang had mentioned being from Poyang Lake; perhaps Hansheng was there. Now, this Japanese man was also heading there. Things seemed to be getting more complicated.

Master Jin found out the route to Poyang Lake Valley, quietly boarded a truck carrying goods to Jingdezhen, and headed west. He figured Inubushi was still waiting at the bus station. A cold smile appeared on Master Jin's face.

"Comrade, you should get off now. This mountain road on the left is the shortcut to Poyang Lake. The lake valley you mentioned is probably in that area." After driving for about an hour, the bearded driver pulled over and pointed out the way enthusiastically.

"Thank you," Master Jin nodded and jumped out of the car.

In the winter of Jiangnan, as long as the sun comes out, people feel warm and cozy. The evergreen trees in the mountains, such as pines, cypresses, and camphor trees, have turned a deep green needle, interspersed with some bare deciduous trees. Flocks of birds circle above the treetops, chirping incessantly. On the hillside, several water buffaloes leisurely graze on the lush green grass or doze off. Master Jin drove along, admiring the scenery. The scenery of Jiangnan was indeed very different from that of the north. In the twelfth lunar month, the capital was already covered in ice and snow, but here it was full of spring colors, with a unique charm.

Climbing a hilltop, he looked west and could already see the vast expanse of Poyang Lake. Poyang Lake, known in ancient times as "Pengli Lake," is China's largest freshwater lake, with a surface area of over 4,000 square kilometers and abundant fish.

"The lake is covered in fragrant grasses, plum blossoms bloom in the misty rain..." the Taoist priest recited, though he couldn't recall which poet had written it.

He squinted, noticing a verdant valley in the distance. Several cars seemed to be parked at the valley entrance, their windows reflecting the blinding sunlight.

That must be Poyang Lake Valley, and it seemed something had happened. The Taoist priest quickened his pace.

Chapter 263

As the saying goes, "Looking at a mountain makes a horse run itself to death," and this was certainly true. The Taoist priest descended the mountain and ran westward. Because he couldn't muster his inner energy and couldn't use his lightness skill, his speed was naturally much slower. When he finally arrived at the entrance of Poyang Lake Valley, panting heavily, more than an hour had passed.

An old-fashioned GAZ truck was parked on the flat ground outside the valley. All around was quiet and deserted. Looking into the valley, the forest was dense and lush.

Master Jin noticed tire tracks on the grass; they weren't from a truck, but fresh tire marks from a small vehicle. It seemed the other vehicles he'd seen from the hilltop had already left. Whose car could it have been?

Master Jin listened carefully. Apart from the chirping of birds, there were no other suspicious sounds in the forest. He began to walk into the valley.

The forest path was winding and secluded, covered with golden, fallen leaves. A small stream flowed gently below the path, and small fish could be vaguely seen swimming in the water. Everything was so pure and natural.

Master Jin suddenly stopped. His alert ears heard a rustling sound, very faint, coming from the grass not far from the roadside.

He quietly approached, parted a clump of artemisia, and there lay a girl on the grass. She was wearing a country-style blue-printed cotton jacket, her body stiff, her round face staring with wide, terrified eyes, her mouth opening and closing as if she wanted to speak… She had been acupunctured, and by a master at that. The Taoist priest pondered that if a common acupuncture technique in the martial arts world could achieve the same effect as this girl—stiffness from the neck down, inability to speak—it would surely be caused by a heavy blow to the Dazhui and Yamen acupoints. The head also couldn't tilt. Yet, this girl's head could still move, and it was precisely because of this that she made a faint sound, which was why he had discovered it.

The Touqiaoyin acupoint had been sealed with an extremely high level of skill. Touqiaoyin, also known as "Wangu acupoint," is commonly called the mastoid process of the temporal bone, a fatal acupoint for the nerves. If the acupuncture technique is slightly too heavy, it will cause unconsciousness, convulsions, and death. Someone killed a rabbit by simply flicking the high bone behind its ear with their finger; the rabbit would faint and die. This was the acupoint.

Master Jin looked at the dense forest and thought, "There must be wild beasts lurking in the woods. This girl is in grave danger. I must rescue her first.

" "Girl, someone has struck your acupoints. I cannot currently gather my true energy to release them. How about I carry you to the valley to find a divine physician friend of mine to treat you?" Master Jin said.

The girl nodded, her eyes filled with tears.

Master Jin bent down, picked up the girl, and strode towards the depths of the valley.

Ahead, he saw three thatched huts; finally, there were people. The master breathed a sigh of relief.

"Woof woof!" Suddenly, a large yellow dog rushed out from the doorway and pounced on the master.

"Who are you?" A man jumped out of the hut, his chest exposed, but his face was male, covered in purplish-red pimples, and his bull-like eyes scrutinized Master Jin's bald head.

The Taoist priest stopped and announced loudly, "I am Jia Shiming of Baiyun Temple, and I have come specifically to visit the divine physician Zhu Hansheng."

"Lan'er!" The man in front of the hut exclaimed in a coarse voice upon seeing the girl in the Taoist priest's arms.

A group of people rushed out of the hut at the sound, including two naked infants.

The Taoist priest explained that he had come from the capital to visit Zhu Hansheng, and on his way into the valley, he found the girl lying in the grass. He then carried her into the valley to seek treatment from his divine physician friend.

"She is Hansheng's fiancée, Lan'er," the old ancestor said urgently.

"I am poisoned and unable to circulate my true energy. This elder sister has abundant internal energy; could you release her acupoints?" Seeing the old ancestor's large breasts, the Taoist priest assumed she was a woman and thus addressed her respectfully as "elder sister."

"Let me see," the old ancestor glanced at the Taoist priest, buttoned up his robes, and stepped forward to examine Lan'er closely.

"Her gallbladder meridian is locked, and the method is strange. Where should we begin?" The old patriarch frowned. Master

Jin said, "Her head orifice is blocked. Elder sister, you can channel true qi into the Ghost Palace acupoint, a crucial point for emergency treatment in traditional Chinese medicine, to open the Du meridian and the Yangming meridians of the hands and feet, gather the meridian water in the lower body, raise blood pressure, and promote blood circulation to relieve the problem."

The Ghost Palace acupoint, commonly known as "Renzhong," is also called Shuigou, Guishi, Guipai, and Guikongtang. It is an essential emergency acupoint used in both traditional Chinese and Western medicine. When a person suffers from stroke, heatstroke, poisoning, allergies, or falls into a coma, respiratory arrest, low blood pressure, or shock during surgery or anesthesia, forcefully stimulating this acupoint can revive them. It is truly a vital life-saving acupoint for practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine.

The old patriarch nodded in agreement and lightly pointed a finger at the Renzhong acupoint below Lan'er's nose. A gentle stream of true qi slowly flowed into her Du meridian.

After a while, Lan'er's stiff body softened, and her hands and feet began to move again. Tears slowly dripped down her face.

“It was Mingyue who did it.” Lan’er was finally able to speak.

“Mingyue!” Everyone was shocked.

“Hansheng was taken out of the valley by her…” Lan’er sobbed, her eyes blurred with tears.

“Tell me quickly what happened?” Feng Sheng said anxiously from the side.

Lan’er tearfully recounted the whole story.

In the early morning, Lan’er got up to boil water and cook… “Lan’er, yesterday when we entered the valley, I saw many tender shepherd’s purse sprouting in the wild outside the valley entrance. Let’s go and dig some up together,” Mingyue said, coming up behind her.

Lan'er thought, "That's fine. We're out of vegetables at home. Han Sheng and the others have come from afar, and fresh shepherd's purse soup will be perfect for detoxifying and clearing heat." So she picked up her bamboo basket and left the valley with Mingyue. Halfway there, Mingyue suddenly blushed and said to her awkwardly, "Lan'er, I'm sorry. I lied to you about picking shepherd's purse. Someone outside the valley wants to see Han Sheng, and I'm afraid he won't come out. So I wanted to lightly press your acupoints temporarily. Please rest here for a bit. I'll come back and release your pressure points after Han Sheng finishes his business, okay?"

Lan'er was stunned. Before she could understand, Mingyue's hand was already behind her ear. She felt a sudden numbness, then her limbs stiffened, and even her tongue wouldn't obey her. Mingyue reached out and helped her up, gently laying her down by the roadside, hiding her behind a large clump of artemisia.

"Lan'er, I'm really sorry. Don't worry, Han Sheng is just going to meet that person. Nothing will happen." After saying this, Mingyue returned to the valley.

Not long after, Lan'er heard Han Sheng's hurried footsteps and anxious voice from the grass: "Lan'er, how could you be so careless? Are you alright?"

"It's alright, thankfully it's just a sprain, don't worry." It was Mingyue speaking.

Lan'er anxiously tried to shout, but no sound came out. She desperately banged her head on the ground, trying to attract Han Sheng's attention, but Han Sheng's footsteps hurriedly faded into the distance.

After an unknown amount of time, Master Jin finally found her.

"Who wants to see Han Sheng?" the old patriarch asked suspiciously.

Master Jin pondered, "When I entered the valley, I only saw a GAZ truck at the entrance, not a single person, but there were fresh car tracks on the grass."

"So, Han Sheng was taken away in a car? Everyone, don't panic, think carefully. Granny Wang is dead, who else in this world can make Mingyue obey?" Feng Sheng said thoughtfully.

Everyone fell silent, racking their brains.

“Huang Jianguo…” the old patriarch said softly.

Everyone except Lan’er was hearing this name for the first time.

“Who is this person?” Feng Sheng pressed.

“He was Mingyue’s ex-boyfriend,” Lan’er stammered.

“What does he do for a living? How does he own a car? Could he be someone in the government?” Master Jin asked warily.

Lan’er shook her head and said, “It’s said he works in the capital,” she suddenly stopped, her face pale, and exclaimed as if suddenly realizing something, “It must be him! The Huang family has always wanted to harm Hansheng. The Yang Gong and Yin Po killed my mother and Uncle Zhu, and that was also at their behest.”

“In that case, Hansheng must have fallen into their trap. It seems his life is in danger,” Master Jin said thoughtfully.

“Then think of something quickly…” Lan’er pleaded, her voice trembling with tears.

“Lan’er, don’t worry,” Feng Sheng comforted her, then solemnly addressed everyone, “The nearest town is Poyang County. Communication with the capital is relatively convenient there, so they’re very likely to settle there. We have a truck now; let’s go after them immediately. Who among you is willing to come with me to rescue Hansheng?”

“I’m willing!” Old Ye shouted in a shrill voice.

“This humble Taoist is willing to go,” said Taoist Jin.

“Good,” Feng Sheng instructed, “Xiao Zhao, drive carefully. Old Ye and the Taoist Jin will come with me. Let’s set off now.”

Feng Sheng checked his pistol and magazine, then said, “Let’s go.”

“Could I borrow your firearm to take a look?” Old Ye’s covetous gaze remained fixed on the pistol at Feng Sheng’s waist.

Feng Sheng ignored him and strode towards the valley entrance.

Old Ye, helpless, could only follow behind dejectedly.

Master Jin took two steps and then turned back to the old ancestor, saying, "Elder sister, I can see that your martial arts are very good. I'm worried that a Japanese man named Inubushi might come to the valley seeking revenge. Please be careful."

The old ancestor laughed crudely and said, "A Japanese man? If he dares to lay a finger on me, I will definitely not let him off."

Watching their backs disappear into the woods, the old ancestor reached out and unbuttoned her clothes, relaxing her swollen breasts, and muttered, "No one can take advantage of me."

Chapter 264

Before dawn, in the jujube grove, Han Sheng sat in front of his father and He Xiang's graves. The crickets in the grass chirped tirelessly, and occasionally a few crows cried from the depths of the forest, making him feel extremely sad.

Father, you and Aunt Hexiang have been gone for almost two months. Hansheng has returned and come specifically to inform you both that the villain Yang Gong has finally met his end. I witnessed it with my own eyes; Professor Liu Yisou was the one who killed him. The great revenge has finally been achieved, and you can rest in peace now.

Ever since I unintentionally obtained the *Qingnang Jing*, I originally wanted to practice medicine and become a good doctor like you, Father. But unexpectedly, it brought one disaster after another. Hansheng is sorry, Father… As Hansheng thought this, tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

He sat there silently, recalling the happy times he spent with his father when he was a child… Dawn slowly broke, and the forest was shrouded in mist, damp and chilly. Dew clung to his clothes, and a gentle breeze sent a chill through him, making him shiver involuntarily.

A series of hurried footsteps approached, and Hansheng looked up. In the hazy mist, a beautiful girl appeared—it was Mingyue.

"Hansheng, so you're here! Come with me quickly, Lan'er is injured." Mingyue said urgently, her face flushed.

Hansheng stood up abruptly: "You said Mingyue is injured? Where is she? Is she badly injured?" "

At the valley entrance, we went there to dig for wild vegetables. She rolled down the ravine. Let's go quickly." Mingyue urged.

Hansheng didn't have time to ask further questions and quickly followed Mingyue along the forest path towards the valley entrance.

Outside the Poyang Lake valley, two cars were parked. One was a black sedan, and the other, a grass-green jeep, looked somewhat familiar.

"Where is Lan'er?" Hansheng asked Mingyue anxiously.

"Zhu Hansheng, long time no see." A familiar voice rang in his ears.

The sedan door opened, and a young man in a gray Zhongshan suit stepped out.

"Huang Jianguo?" Hansheng recognized him at a glance, his heart filled with surprise.

"That's right, it's me." Huang Jianguo smiled.

Han Sheng turned to look at Mingyue, whose face flushed red and who lowered her head.

"You're lying to me about Lan'er?" Han Sheng demanded sharply.

"Lan'er is fine..." Mingyue murmured softly.

Han Sheng immediately understood. Granny Wang's fears had come true; Mingyue had begun assisting Huang Jianguo in targeting him. "Han Sheng, you're so kind to others, yet you never seem to be wary of them."

"Huang Jianguo, what are you trying to do?" Han Sheng sighed, thinking that as long as Lan'er was alright, he was fine. He shifted his gaze from Mingyue to Huang Jianguo's face. "

Han Sheng, we're all from the same village, so let's be frank. I have a very important matter concerning national secrets that I need to ask you about. Please get in the car," Huang Jianguo said seriously.

"What national matter? I, Zhu Han Sheng, only know a few folk remedies and treat patients. What does national affairs have to do with me? I think you've come to the wrong person," Han Sheng retorted.

"Haha, how could I, Huang Jianguo, have chosen the wrong person? The relevant national departments want to ask you a few questions, which you must answer. Don't worry, everything will be over soon." Huang Jianguo waved his hand, and two burly men got out of the jeep. Standing behind them was Xiao Yanfang.

Han Sheng knew he had been kidnapped. They had been following him all the way from Northeast China and had now set a trap. Their goal was nothing more than the old sheepskin of the Danba Lama. Fortunately, after he took off the shroud last night to clean himself, he hadn't put it back on; it was still in Lan'er's hands.

The two young men grabbed Han Sheng's arms tightly on either side, pushing him towards the black sedan.

"Jianguo, you promised you wouldn't hurt Han Sheng," Mingyue said anxiously to Huang Jianguo.

"Mingyue, you know this matter involves state secrets, so naturally the investigation and questioning must be conducted in a safe place. Don't worry, he'll be released immediately after the questioning," Huang Jianguo chuckled.

Han Sheng was pushed into the back seat of the sedan chair, flanked by two men.

"Mingyue, today Jianguo wants to thank you on behalf of the country," Huang Jianguo said loudly as he approached, then lowered his voice and whispered, "Mingyue, wait for me, Jianguo will definitely come back to marry you."

Mingyue stood there, stunned, her mind blank, speechless for a long time.

Huang Jianguo reluctantly opened the car door, turned back to give Mingyue a sweet smile, then got into the car, and the black sedan chair gradually disappeared into the distance.

The jeep started up, and Xiao Yanfang glanced at Mingyue with disdain and mockery before slamming the door shut.

"Wait!" Mingyue seemed to understand, leaped forward, yanked open the back door, and jumped in.

"You…" Xiao Yanfang exclaimed in surprise.

"Mingyue promised Master that she would protect Han Sheng," Mingyue said calmly, her face flushed.

At Nanchang Railway Station, an elderly couple carrying a yellow leather bag disembarked from the soft sleeper carriage. A young man in yellow approached them and asked, "Excuse me, which one of you is Professor Ma from the Institute of Psychology, Chinese Academy of Sciences?"

The old woman smiled and replied, "That's me." The

young man helped her with the bag, saying, "I'm here to pick you up. Please follow me; the car is outside."

This elderly couple were authorities on hypnosis research at the Institute of Psychology, Chinese Academy of Sciences. They had been assigned by their superiors to travel from Beijing to Jiangxi to carry out a highly secret hypnosis mission.

They boarded a black Shanghai-plated sedan and drove along the bumpy national highway beside Poyang Lake. The couple, drowsy, arrived in Poyang County at dawn.

The car slowly pulled into a secluded courtyard behind the county government guesthouse. Staff led them to their room to rest; breakfast was prepared and delivered.

"Please don't come out; stay in your room and await instructions from your superiors," the staff instructed.

Professor Ma and his wife exchanged bewildered glances. They weren't even allowed to leave their room—this was highly unusual.

Around ten o'clock, the door opened, and a handsome young man in a grey Zhongshan suit entered.

"Professor Ma, thank you for your hard work. My surname is Huang, and I'm in charge of this mission. You're about to perform a special hypnosis procedure. Please remember, this is top secret, concerning the highest interests of the Party and the State. You must keep your mouth shut, understand?" Huang Jianguo said solemnly.

Professor Ma and his wife nodded.

"Okay, now I'll explain the situation and the specific requirements for this hypnosis procedure," Huang Jianguo said, sitting down to discuss a plan with Professor Ma and his wife.

"Alright, I think this plan is quite feasible. Let's begin. I'll go bring the patient in," Huang Jianguo said, standing up.

A moment later, Han Sheng was brought in, followed by Huang Jianguo and two burly guards.

Hypnotism (derived from the Greek god of sleep, Hypnos) is a medical method that uses suggestion and other techniques to induce a hypnotic state in the subject. Hypnosis is primarily a special, trance-like psychological state induced by the hypnotist, similar to sleep but not quite. Its characteristics include a weakening or distortion of the subject's independent judgment and will. During hypnosis, the subject follows the hypnotist's suggestions or instructions and responds accordingly. The depth of hypnosis varies depending on individual susceptibility to hypnosis and the hypnotist's skill.

Hypnosis can be induced by verbal suggestion or drugs; generally, drugs are faster.

Professor Ma opened the medical bag he was holding, took out syringes and injections, and smiled at Han Sheng.

"The Bai Mansion..." A text from his elementary school Chinese textbook, "My 'Confession'," suddenly flashed through Han Sheng's mind. It told the story of Chen Ran, a revolutionary underground member of the Communist Party in Chongqing, who refused to surrender and was injected with a mind-altering drug by a doctor at the Sino-American Cooperation Organization in the Bai Mansion.

"What did you say?" Professor Ma didn't understand the Jiangxi dialect that had slipped out of Han Sheng's mouth unintentionally.

Han Sheng sat on the stool and shook his head, remaining silent. Falling into Huang Jianguo's hands meant certain torture. It was a pity his "hysteria technique" hadn't been fully developed; otherwise, he could have easily fought his way out with his "fly-eye" ability.

Two men grabbed Han Sheng's arms, and Professor Ma accurately located his vein and inserted a needle… Han Sheng was unaware that when he fainted in the ancient tomb, he had inhaled Bai Tuo Xu (a type of poisonous plant). This holy antidote could neutralize all natural poisons, even the nine most famous poisons in the martial arts world (heartbreak grass, poisonous poison, strychnine, arsenic, diamond, oleander, aconite, and poison arrowwood) couldn't harm him. However, Bai Tuo Xu couldn't neutralize synthetic chemical poisons.

The antihistamine that Professor Ma injected into his vein for central nervous system blockade was precisely this kind of synthetic drug.

Professor Ma's husband gently drew the curtains, plunging the room into darkness. He turned on a desk lamp, its soft orange light illuminating Han Sheng's face.

"Child, don't be afraid, I'm Dr. Ma. Now I'm asking you, have you had breakfast? Remember to wash your hands before eating. Did you poop today? Remember to wash your hands after using the toilet too..." Professor Ma said, staring intently into Han Sheng's eyes, her tone extremely gentle, like a spring breeze soothing his heart.

Han Sheng's heart stirred; he seemed to hear his childhood image of his mother sitting by his bedside, softly humming nursery rhymes. His nose tingled, and tears almost welled up instantly... Professor Ma was secretly pleased. This naive country boy was, after all, simple-minded. Under the influence of the medication, she had only given him one hint, and he was already in the mood.

A gentler voice drifted into Han Sheng's ear, "Child, are you sleepy? Do you want to lie down in bed..."

Han Sheng opened his mouth and yawned, feeling his eyelids tighten and making it hard to open them. How he wished his mother could always sit beside him, always humming that nursery rhyme, "Passing traveler, don't steal my winter melon and watermelon, how many are your winter melon and watermelon? My winter melon and watermelon are several cups..."

Professor Ma waved her hand, and everyone gently helped Han Sheng to bed, where he lay down on his back.

"Take off your clothes and sleep well." Professor Ma and her husband gently removed Han Sheng's clothes, leaving him only in his underwear.

Huang Jianguo immediately began to carefully check the clothes that had been taken off, even turning over his shoes and socks.

Chapter 265

Mingyue paced anxiously in the small courtyard of the guesthouse. Jianguo said that people from Beijing were questioning Han Sheng, and it concerned important state secrets, so she could not go in.

Xiao Yanfang, her hands bandaged, watched her fiercely from the side, but dared not show it too much. Anyone with eyes could see that this girl's relationship with Huang Jianguo was definitely not ordinary, especially since she possessed unfathomable Zhuyou magic skills; she was no match for her.

Inside the room, Han Sheng was already in a moderate hypnotic state. His consciousness seemed to have returned to the old thatched house in Nanshan Village where he grew up, and he could smell the aroma of rice and burning thatch that his mother was cooking... "Mother..." Han Sheng murmured softly.

"He has entered a state of distorted consciousness, Comrade Huang, you can ask him questions now," Professor Ma nodded and said.

Huang Jianguo leaned down and said softly, "Han Sheng, I am Danba Lama, do you remember me?"

With the prompting sound entering Han Sheng's ears, the old Danba Lama in red robes seemed to appear before him, smiling.

"Master, aren't you already dead?" Han Sheng asked softly.

“No, I’ve been saved again. Look, my body is completely fine now. As for the funeral arrangements I entrusted to you, I’ll handle them myself.” The voice in his ear was clear.

“Okay,” Han Sheng muttered.

Huang Jianguo’s heart pounded. He immediately said, “Han Sheng, do you remember what I entrusted to you?”

“Of course I remember,” Han Sheng affirmed.

“What was it?” Huang Jianguo asked, his voice trembling.

“It was… a few sets of numbers,” Han Sheng replied.

“Read them to me.” Huang Jianguo’s hands trembled as he took out paper and pen.

Han Sheng remained silent… “Read them to me quickly!” Huang Jianguo shouted.

“Shh,” Professor Ma put a finger to his lips, signaling him not to rush.

“8341…” Han Sheng uttered the numbers.

“Quick, what about the rest?” Huang Jianguo urged anxiously.

“I didn’t look at the numbers,” Han Sheng replied. At that moment, a sudden doubt arose in his mind regarding the words of the Danba Lama beside him. He suddenly remembered that Danba had solemnly instructed him not to look at the numbers on the sheepskin.

“Heh heh…” Huang Jianguo chuckled coldly, his face ashen.

The echoes of “heh heh… heh heh…” reverberated in Han Sheng’s ears, each sound louder than the last. The secret mantra stored in his memory was released, “Heh heh, cluck cluck, wah wah, aww…” Han Sheng screamed hysterically.

The long-lost White Sect mantra awakened the ghostly spirit in Han Sheng’s brain, which had been numbed by nerve-blocking drugs. Han Sheng awoke.

He immediately understood his perilous situation. Huang Jianguo and his group were using drugs to anesthetize him, trying to force him to reveal Danba’s secret while unconscious. The situation was extremely critical; he had to think of a way out.

Under the soft orange light, Han Sheng's face peacefully stopped breathing... "He's dead..." Professor Ma put down her stethoscope and said in horror, cold sweat streaming down her face.

"What! Dead!" Huang Jianguo snatched the stethoscope and pressed it against Han Sheng's bare chest. There was no heartbeat, not a sound. His face turned ashen, and he slowly put the stethoscope down. With

a "bang," the door was pushed open, and Mingyue rushed in.

Huang Jianguo stood up awkwardly and whispered, "Mingyue, I'm sorry, Han Sheng... he's dead."

"Who did it?" Mingyue looked at Han Sheng, who was naked except for a pair of shorts, and said coldly, her eyes fixed on Professor Ma.

If it were an investigation, why would they strip him naked? They must have intentionally murdered Han Sheng.

Professor Ma was covered in cold sweat and stammered, "It might be an allergic reaction to the medication..."

"Quickly think of something! Quickly try to save him!" Huang Jianguo shouted angrily at Professor Ma and his wife.

"Quick, I'll inject adrenaline directly into the heart!" Professor Ma frantically drew 50 milligrams of adrenaline, located the intercostal space, and plunged the needle into Han Sheng's heart.

The most effective way to treat cardiac arrest is defibrillation, followed by direct injection of adrenaline into the heart. Since there was no CPR equipment available, injection was the only option. The standard dosage is 0.1-0.2 milligrams per kilogram of body weight. Han Sheng weighed about 60-70 kilograms, so the normal dosage should not exceed 14 milligrams. In his panic, Professor Ma tripled the dosage.

Han Sheng's "bull-like breath-holding" was a mental control of one of the three souls, the Earth Soul, also known as the Corpse-Guarding Soul, causing him to quickly enter a state of tortoise-like breathing. His heart could only beat slightly every ten minutes or so, making it extremely difficult to detect. Even Professor Ma, who had worked in clinical medicine for many years, was fooled.

However, this injection went wrong. A massive dose of adrenaline entered Han Sheng's heart chambers, stimulating coronary artery dilation, increasing blood flow to skeletal muscles and the heart, causing a rise in blood pressure and a faster heartbeat. A large number of red blood cells from the spleen entered the circulatory system, drastically increasing the metabolic rate, indirectly leading to pupil dilation and hair standing on end.

The hair on Han Sheng's head slowly stood on end, even the sparse tuft of hair on his chest trembled slightly.

"He's alive?" Huang Jianguo exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the standing hair.

Professor Ma wiped the sweat from his brow and shook his head, saying, "Not yet, this is just a normal bodily reaction to the drug." "

If Han Sheng doesn't survive, she's doomed." Mingyue stood behind Professor Ma, her pale face gleaming with malice.

"Who...who is she? What does she want?" Professor Ma looked at Huang Jianguo with fear.

"She's right," Huang Jianguo replied calmly.

Adrenaline is an emergency hormone, especially when a person is under extreme stress. When Wu Song fought the fierce tiger, the secretion of large amounts of adrenaline increased his courage and strength several times over, ultimately creating a legendary tale in the martial arts world. The

adrenaline Professor Ma injected into Han Sheng's body was hundreds of times more than the body's natural secretion! This caused the Corpse Guardian Soul to become frenzied, inducing the Corpse Dog, Hidden Arrow, Sparrow Yin, Devouring Thief, Non-Poison, Purifying Filth, and Stinky Lung to also become frenzied. These "turbid ghosts within the body" surged and thrashed within Han Sheng's body. The Hidden Arrow Soul suddenly opened the nerve bundle within the skull between his eyebrows, while the Devouring Thief Soul coordinated his thoughts with the nerves and muscles of his hands and feet. In the unseen realm, Han Sheng actually passed the fourth level of the "Hysteria Divine Skill"—a final burst of lucidity.

Han Sheng's heart pounded violently, a feeling of unprecedented fullness and comfort spreading throughout his body. He finally slowly opened his eyes... At the same time, unaware of what was happening, an invisible light emanated from between his brows, flashing back to Fu Shi Po within his skull, while the entire situation inside the room was already fully observed... He had finally come back to life. Huang Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief, glancing at Mingyue with narrowed eyes, thinking to himself, "Just now, she actually tried to kill someone for Han Sheng, without consulting me or considering my feelings at all. It seems this woman is not as simple as she used to be... Sooner or later, Mingyue might become a burden to me, and besides, she possesses the unparalleled Zhu You Divine Skill. What if one day she stops listening to me? Would I, Huang Jianguo, be able to control her?"

Mingyue also breathed a sigh of relief. "Master," she said, "you asked me to protect Hansheng, and I almost made a mistake. If Hansheng had died, it would have cast a shadow between me and Jianguo, and it would definitely have affected his feelings for me in the future. Fortunately, Hansheng came back to life. Now, the barrier between Jianguo and me is gone, and we've returned to how we were before."

Mingyue blushed and glanced at Jianguo, her tender gaze full of shy affection.

Huang Jianguo was also silently watching Mingyue, but his gaze was unusually strange.

"You can go out first," Huang Jianguo said calmly to Mingyue.

Mingyue smiled sweetly, obediently went out, and gently closed the door behind her.

"Let's continue," Huang Jianguo instructed.

Chapter 266

Feng Sheng directed the GAZ-51 truck to drive along the rugged mountain road towards Poyang County. Master Jin and Elder Ye stood on the truck bed, their anxious eyes gazing at the distant highway and fields, hoping to find a trace of Han Sheng.

Walking on the highway was a weary hiker in a suit. Master Jin turned his back and recognized the man as Inubushi. People wearing suits were extremely rare in China, especially in this remote countryside. He couldn't muster his true energy yet and couldn't fight Inubushi to the death. With the enemy at hand, rescuing Han Sheng and protecting the secret of Danba Lama's prophecy were more important.

Inubushi glanced up, his gaze sweeping over the bald man and the withered old man in the truck, but they didn't attract his attention at all. Then, a cloud of dust kicked up by the wheels enveloped Inubushi's small figure.

Poyang County only had one main street, and cars were rarely seen on the road; it was still a relatively poor and underdeveloped area. The truck slowly drove along the street. Feng Sheng in the driver's cab and Master Jin in the cargo bed carefully observed the area. A sign for the Poyang County Government Guesthouse could be seen not far ahead.

In the cargo bed, Old Man Ye was observing the houses and pedestrians on both sides of the street with great interest, especially noting that several plump old women were sitting by a flower bed. A bright smile appeared on Old Man Ye's withered face.

For some reason, Old Man Ye seemed to be slowly regaining human emotions and desires lately; he had not only begun to care about food but had also developed a great interest in the opposite sex. Since leaving the dark underground palace of Liaota, Ye Lao had unknowingly absorbed some wandering souls along the way south, especially at Zhao Family Inn. The man from Guandong, killed by Mingyue, had his soul scattered. Ye Lao, like a sponge absorbing water, absorbed some of the man's remaining soul fragments, though no one noticed, including Ye Lao himself.

The truck stopped, and Feng Sheng jumped off, saying to Master Jin, "I think if those who kidnapped Han Sheng are from the government and won't be staying here for long, it would be much more convenient to go to a government guesthouse. Master, could you come with me to investigate?"

Master Jin nodded, jumped off the truck, and walked with Feng Sheng around the flowerbed towards the county government guesthouse.

Seeing them walk away, Ye Lao quickly climbed down from the truck bed, straightened his clothes, and then approached the group of plump old women with a beaming smile.

"Look, this old man is so thin!" one of the plump old women exclaimed in amazement.

Old Ye spotted the fattest, plump old woman and squeezed himself down next to her, then smiled and praised, "This young lady's figure is truly exquisite."

"Crazy!" the plump old woman spat, cursing.

Old Ye seemed not to hear, his eyes still scanning her up and down, clicking his tongue, "This old monk has always wanted to be plump but couldn't. We women of Northeast China all like fat women. There's a saying about the four fattest men of Northeast China: 'bald head, fat boss, sheep's tail, and large intestine head'..."

The plump old women swarmed forward, pinching and twisting Old Ye, beating him.

Inubushi finally reached the entrance to Poyang Lake Valley.

He muttered to himself, bent down to observe the messy cart tracks on the grass, looked suspiciously into the valley, then straightened up and cautiously made his way along the forest path. Soon, he saw the three thatched huts.

With a clumsy bark from the big yellow dog, the old woman turned out the door, her clothes still loose, revealing her chest.

"This woman is so vulgar," Inubushi frowned, stepped forward, bowed, and politely said, "Sister-in-law, is this Poyang Lake Valley?"

The old woman glanced at Inubushi, thinking, "This shorty in a suit and tie, could it be that Japanese guy?" So, with her nose in the air, she said nonchalantly, "This is Poyang Lake Valley, what's wrong?"

Inubushi nodded and asked again, "Sister-in-law, do you live here with your family?"

"Who are you? What business is it of yours?" the old woman said disdainfully.

Inubushi sized up the old woman, quite puzzled. This village woman had a strong voice; although her face was covered in purple pimples and her appearance was coarse, her temples were prominent, suggesting she possessed internal martial arts skills. But how could a peasant woman from a remote mountain valley know martial arts? On another note, Consul Kurosawa's information clearly indicated that it was in Poyang Lake Valley. Perhaps Master Jin is hiding in this thatched hut. In any case, caution is advised.

Inubushi respectfully stared at the old ancestor, trying to glean some clues from the changes in his expression.

Seeing Inubushi staring intently at her body, the old ancestor flew into a rage. "Is I beautiful?" the old ancestor asked in a hoarse voice, raising an eyebrow, while simultaneously gathering energy in her palm.

Inubushi was taken aback and could only reply perfunctorily, "Sister-in-law, you possess a natural, rugged beauty found in the mountains."

Upon hearing this, the old ancestor thought to herself, "Ah, if only Liu Jinmo saw me that way," and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Sister-in-law, I'd like to inquire about someone," Inubushi said humbly.

"Who?" the old ancestor immediately became wary again.

"Is there an elderly Taoist priest in the valley?" Inubushi asked.

"Was he bald?" the old patriarch asked rhetorically.

"Sister-in-law, you're joking. What Taoist priest is bald?" Inubushi replied.

"Then there isn't one." The old patriarch chuckled

inwardly. Inubushi wondered if Master Jin hadn't arrived yet. He forced a smile and said, "So, a bald Taoist priest came to the valley before?"

"Of course," the old patriarch blurted out.

"It was Master Jin from Baiyun Temple," Inubushi chuckled.

The old patriarch blushed and stammered, "He's not here. He went out by car."

Inubushi immediately pictured the Soviet-style truck he'd seen on the highway. Right, there was a bald man with his back turned in the truck bed—it was Master Jin!

"Sister-in-law, where did Master Jin go? When will he be back?" Inubushi asked earnestly.

The old patriarch, regretting his slip of the tongue, replied curtly, "What do you want with him?"

Inubushi, still humble, said, "I want to ask Master Jin for my Three Corpse Worms back."

"Three Corpse Worms? What are those?" The old patriarch's interest was piqued.

"The Three Corpse Worms are three large worms from my stomach. They lived in my intestines for decades, like father and son. But Master Jin took them away, separating us like flesh and blood. How unbearable! Sister-in-law, please understand. If someone took your children, wouldn't you search the world for them?" Inubushi believed women were easily swayed by emotions, hence his sorrowful tone.

The old patriarch grew even more curious, saying, "Three worms are your children? Haha, they're not people."

"The eldest, Qinggu, is clever and wise; the second, Baigu, is honest and simple; the youngest, Xuegu, is dashing and romantic. They each have their own unique characteristics; they are truly rare three brothers," Inubushi explained, tears welling in his eyes.

"Are they with Master Jin? I didn't see them," the old patriarch recalled.

Master Quanfu replied, "Of course you can't see them, because they're all inside Master Jin's belly."

"Did Master Jin eat those three worms?" the old patriarch asked in surprise.

"No, they crawled in through Master Jin's anus," Inubushi replied.

The old patriarch blinked and chuckled, "Nonsense, trying to fool me?"

Inubushi's expression changed, thinking that it seemed the only way was to subdue this ugly woman and force her to speak. "Mama." The wrinkled baby girl woke up, rubbing her eyes and toddling out of the house. Inubushi's mind

raced, and she immediately had an idea. She suddenly pointed her arm towards the pool and shouted, "Who's there?" Taking advantage of the old patriarch turning around to look, she suddenly leaped up, swooping down like a hawk to grab the baby girl.

By the time the old patriarch turned to help, it was too late. Inubushi's steel-like fingers had already gripped the wrinkled baby girl's slender neck... "What are you doing!" the old patriarch exclaimed, wanting to step forward but fearing for the baby girl's safety, she stamped her feet in panic.

Master Inubu smiled slightly and said, "Sister-in-law, will you tell me where Master Jin went now?"

"Poyang County," the old ancestor hurriedly replied.

"What did he do?" Master Inubu asked.

"He went to rescue someone," the old ancestor answered.

"Rescue someone? Who?" Master Inubu asked, puzzled.

"Hansheng, he's a village doctor." The old ancestor's eyes were fixed intently on the hand Master Inubu was holding the baby girl.

"When will Master Jin return?" Master Inubu asked again.

"They have a truck; they'll return immediately after rescuing the person. It should be soon." With her daughter's life at stake, the old ancestor answered every question, daring not to hide anything.

Inubushi nodded and said, "Alright, I'll wait for him to return here."

The old patriarch said anxiously, "You know, I've already told you, can you give my daughter back now?"

Inubushi chuckled sinisterly, "No, not now. We have to wait for Master Jin to return. Let him remove the amulet first, then I'll return your daughter."

Just then, another baby boy, his bottom bare, yawned as he walked out of the house. He immediately saw the wrinkled baby girl being grabbed by the neck by a stranger and flew into a rage.

"Woo woo..." Shen Caihua let out a low growl, his dark pupils constantly adjusting their focus, baring two rows of small, white teeth.

Inubushi stared in astonishment at the slightly older baby boy, finding it unbelievable that the infant was making such a frightening, beast-like sound.

Shen Caihua crouched down, wiggling his bottom, his hands forming tiger claws, circling around Inubushi, waiting for an opportunity to pounce.

Inubushi found it utterly amusing; such a tiny baby assuming a fighting stance was utterly absurd.

"Slap!" The wrinkled baby girl suddenly spat a mouthful of sticky phlegm at Inubushi.

Inubushi, staring at the strange newborn boy, was caught off guard; the pale green phlegm struck his nose, slowly dripping down and hanging on the tip, emitting a slightly fishy odor.

Inubushi felt a slight dizziness and was immediately astonished—the baby girl's phlegm was poisonous!

Inubushi, as the leader of the ōtakeyama Modo sect in Tokyo, Japan, was no mere figurehead. He possessed extremely high levels of ninjutsu and was a master of the Iga Inubushi school.

Ninjutsu, also known as stealth techniques, originated from the Five Elements theory of the Han Dynasty in China. Later, it was introduced to Japan by immigrants from Central China and Baekje (ancient Goryeo), and ninjas rapidly developed during the Edo period. Ninjutsu, developed from Sun Tzu's Art of War, combined with cultivation techniques and ambush tactics, involves reciting the four-character mantra "Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain," mastering leaping, crawling, and silent rapid movement, and being skilled in using concealed weapons and gunpowder. Furthermore, they are knowledgeable in painting, flower arranging, tea ceremony, and musical instruments, making them truly multi-talented.

Inubushi, not wanting to entangle with the baby boy spinning on the ground, took out a handful of steel needles from his robes, flicked his wrist, and silently shot them towards the baby's naked body…

Chapter 267:

The Ghost Baby. Although Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl had absorbed the energy injected into them by Guo Pu, the master of incantation healing, within Guo Gong's Burial Ruler, they did not know how to use it, and instead relied on their instincts to fight Inubushi.

At that moment, dozens of steel needles, as large as sewing needles, silently arrived. He didn't know how to dodge, and instead continued to roar and pounce. As a result, all the needles pierced his naked body, several even embedding themselves in his clean little bottom. His entire body resembled a hedgehog, and Shen Caihua cried out in pain… “Haha…” Inufushi snorted, laughing incessantly.

The patriarch, his eyes blazing with anger, roared, “How could you harm a baby?”

Shen Caihua's cries outside startled Lan'er and Xiao Cuihua, who rushed out to see what was happening. The scene before them shocked them both.

Little Caihua, his eyes blurred with tears, was covered in steel needles, crying out, “Mama…” Lan'er was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

“Who are you? How could you be so cruel to a baby?” Xiao Cuihua angrily rebuked.

"Hehe," Inufushi sneered, looking at the dwarf Xiao Cuihua. "Look at her! Today, I've come to wipe out these monsters in your Poyang Lake Valley."

Xiao Cuihua's martial arts were mediocre, but unfortunately, Old Cuihua had possessed Ye Lao and gone to Poyang with him. Moreover, seeing the wrinkled baby girl being restrained, she, like the old ancestor, hesitated to act rashly.

Just then, the big yellow dog, Benben, quietly slipped behind Inufushi and bit his hind ankle tendon. Inufushi felt a tearing pain, yelled, and slapped down, hitting Benben's back. With a "crack," Benben's shoulder blade shattered.

"Awooo..." Benben howled in pain, twisting his body, but his sharp canine teeth still held on tightly, refusing to let go.

"Woof woof!" The black woman, her mane bristling, charged out of her den like a madwoman, opening her jaws to bite Inubushi. The puppies, who had just opened their eyes, crowded at the entrance of the den, excitedly.

In his haste, Inubushi had no choice but to release the hand that was gripping the wrinkled baby girl's neck to fend off the mad mother dog's attack.

Feeling the pressure on her neck ease, the wrinkled baby girl crouched down and crawled towards Shen Caihua on all fours, her bottom sticking up.

Inubushi, in his frantic state, realized the baby girl had run away and was about to turn back to chase after her when he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him—it was the old ancestor's powerful, sinister palm strike. Inubushi

didn't take the ugly village woman seriously at all, bracing himself and bracing his back to take the blow head-on. With a muffled "bang," he felt his internal organs churn, stomach acid rising to his throat, and he spat it out with a "pfft," filling the air with a sour, foul odor.

Unearthed from the ancient tomb of Guo Gong within the burial ruler, the "Eighteen Forms of Zhuyou," which embodied Guo Pu's lifelong skill, was mostly absorbed by Shen Caihua. The remainder was obtained by the wrinkled-skinned baby girl. The two infants were still small and separated, thus this unparalleled skill could not unleash its full power. The

wrinkled-skinned baby girl quickly crawled to Shen Caihua's side, taking his small hand. In that instant, their palms connected at the Laogong acupoints, and the Qi and blood of their six meridians flowed freely, completing the Eighteen Forms of Zhuyou. Although they couldn't yet use it, it was more than enough for self-defense.

Shen Caihua stopped sobbing, and the Zhuyou divine skill within his body rapidly circulated through the twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians. The tenth form, "Indestructible Flesh," sensed the steel needles piercing his body and immediately began to counterattack.

Lan'er was surprised to find that Xiao Caihua's skin wrinkled up in an instant, and the flesh around each steel needle gradually bulged up, actually squeezing the needle out. With a soft "whoosh" sound, the steel needles fell to the ground. Xiao Caihua's skin returned to its original smoothness, still fair and rosy.

Severely injured, Inubushi reached into his robes and pulled out a "fire-thunder bullet," slamming it to the ground while chanting, "Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain!" With a deafening boom, a large cloud of white smoke instantly enveloped everyone, filling their nostrils with the pungent smell of gunpowder. When the smoke cleared, Inubushi had vanished without a trace.

This was a stealth technique from Japanese ninjas, essentially an illusion, allowing them to move silently and quickly without going far.

The Ancestor, overjoyed, knelt down and embraced the wrinkled baby girl, pulling out her dark breast and forcefully shoving the nipple into her mouth to nurse.

Lan'er, touching Xiao Caihua's smooth skin, was equally astonished.

Xiao Cuihua, her large head spinning, stared wide-eyed, searching for Inubushi. Strange, how could he have disappeared in a puff of smoke? She ran back into the house to check on Liu Jinmo and Wu Chushan, finding them still lying in bed unharmed, before finally relaxing.

"Hmph! This little Japanese guy wants to take advantage of me? Not so easy..." the old ancestor muttered smugly.

The big yellow dog, Benben, was badly injured, constantly spitting out pinkish-red foam. From its eyes, it was clear it was enduring immense pain. Blackie let out low, mournful whimpers, its tongue licking Benben's cheek incessantly.

The puppies gathered around Benben's limp head, squeaking and nudging it with their tiny heads, hoping to get its attention.

Lan'er gently crouched down, silently stroking Benben's forehead. Hansheng, only Hansheng could save it.

Chapter 268

Hansheng sat up abruptly, rolled off the bed, and without a word, silently walked to the table, reaching for his clothes... Huang Jianguo waved his hand, and the two subordinates waiting nearby pounced, ready to grab Hansheng's arms and drag him back to bed.

These two people moved so slowly… like a slow-motion chase scene on the beach in a movie. Han Sheng easily slipped under their arms, opened the door, and rushed outside.

Those inside were stunned, their eyes wide with astonishment. They only saw a blur before they could even see how Han Sheng moved; he had already darted out.

This was the highest level of "Fly Eye"—the ultimate technique of hysteria. It could be activated by willpower or spontaneously in a moment of urgency. External objects no longer entered the retina through the pupil to form images, but were directly sensed by the hidden spirit within the skull at the brow, increasing speed by exactly two hundred times.

Mingyue was standing under a large camphor tree in the courtyard, extremely anxious, hoping Jianguo and the others would finish quickly so she could rush back, because Lan'er was still lying in the grass waiting for her to release her pressure points.

With a loud bang, the door was flung open, and Han Sheng, naked except for his underwear, ran out.

"Stop him!" came Huang Jianguo's furious shout from inside the room.

Two guards in the courtyard swarmed around him, one reaching for Han Sheng, the other sweeping his leg with a powerful kick. Both were specially trained in combat and incredibly agile.

Mingyue sensed something was off about Han Sheng today. He didn't know any martial arts, yet his nimble movements were incredibly fast, and the two guards missed their targets.

Huang Jianguo appeared at the doorway, his face flushed, shouting hoarsely, "Shoot him in the leg! Don't let him get away!"

The two guards quickly drew their pistols and fired… Mingyue was shocked. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, chanted an incantation, and unleashed the second move of her Zhuyou Divine Skill, "Transplanting Flowers and Grafting Trees." A powerful biomagnetic field instantly invaded the brains of the two guards at the speed of light.

Suddenly, the muzzles of their guns turned downwards, and they each pulled the trigger, aiming at the other's thighs. With two deafening gunshots, both guards fell to the ground.

Gunshots rang out outside the county government guesthouse. Feng Sheng cried out, "Not good!" He immediately drew his pistol and rushed into the gate with Master Jin.

A white figure rushed out of the guesthouse. Feng Sheng's eyes darted around for a moment, but when he got closer and looked closely, he was shocked to see that it was Han Sheng.

Master Jin, being highly skilled in martial arts and with excellent eyesight, recognized Han Sheng and knew the situation was extremely critical. He quickly grabbed Han Sheng and led him towards the truck.

"Quick! Drive!" Feng Sheng jumped into the driver's seat and hurriedly ordered Xiao Zhao.

Master Jin pulled Han Sheng into the truck bed, only then realizing that Elder Ye was not in the truck.

The GAZ-51 truck roared out of Poyang County and sped towards Poyang Lake Valley.

Beside the flowerbed, Old Master Ye was being straddled by the plump, white-skinned old woman, her fists raining down on him… On the truck, Master Jin recounted to Han Sheng his journey south from the capital.

“Is Lan’er alright now?” Han Sheng asked with concern.

“The acupoints have been released; she’s fine,” Master Jin reassured him.

“Alas, I never imagined Mingyue would be right, becoming Huang Jianguo’s accomplice,” Han Sheng sighed, then asked, “Master Jin, are the Three Corpse Worms you mentioned really over a foot long?”

“It was Master Quanfu who told me, but the feeling in my stomach is quite large,” Master Jin replied.

“The Three Corpse Worms are Pengju, Pengzhi, and Pengqiao. The book describes them as extremely tiny, invisible to the naked eye, harming the brain and internal organs and inciting lust. Taoism has methods to eliminate the Three Corpses, but I’ve never heard of one this large before. I need to think carefully about how to get rid of them,” Han Sheng pondered.

"I've subdued him, but I can't muster any true energy, so he's like a cripple."

Han Sheng nodded, comforting him, "Master, there's always a way."

"Han Sheng, your situation is now even more dangerous. In my opinion, we must leave Poyang Lake Valley as soon as possible and quietly head to northwestern Yunnan in the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau. That's the Danba Lama's religious area; you'll be safer hiding there," Master Jin said. Han Sheng

sighed, "Uncle Shanren and Mr. Liu haven't woken up yet, and we'll have to endure another long journey because of Han Sheng... Besides, Elder Ye is still missing in Poyang County."

"Please prioritize Danba's instructions," Master Jin earnestly advised.

The truck stopped at the entrance of Poyang Lake Valley, and everyone got out and hurried into the valley.

In front of the thatched hut, they saw the big yellow dog, Benben, lying on the ground, with Heimei and the puppies whimpering around it.

"Hansheng!" Lan'er stood up, looking at Hansheng's nearly naked body, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam.

Hansheng quickly stepped forward and asked, "Lan'er, are you alright? What happened to Benben?"

"It was that Japanese guy who did it, you have to think of a way to save Benben!" Lan'er said sadly.

"Dog-Fushi-shi?" Master Jin blurted out.

"That short guy in the suit, he even tried to take advantage of me." The old ancestor pulled out his nipple and said disdainfully.

Hansheng squatted down and carefully examined Benben's injuries, then stood up and gently said to Lan'er, "Benben's shoulder blade is broken, and a bone fragment has pierced his lung, causing pneumothorax. He needs surgery immediately, or it will be too late. Lan'er, go get the surgical board." Lan'er went

into the house and got the surgical board, and everyone carefully placed Benben on it and carried it into the thatched hut.

Han Sheng's ankle was pulled by something. Looking down, he saw it was Hei Mei, the mother dog, her eyes brimming with tears, whimpering softly. Her puppies were also looking up at Han Sheng pitifully… “Don’t worry, Hei Mei, I will save Benben’s life,” Han Sheng comforted her.

Master Jin looked at Han Sheng with deep worry.

“Master, Benben came to my house when he was only a month old. I won’t abandon him…” With that, he resolutely walked into the thatched hut.

Alas, Han Sheng is a kind and loyal young man; Danba didn’t entrust him to the wrong person. But he is still young and inexperienced, unaware of the cruelty of social and political struggles. He should prepare for the future, but with the Three Corpse Worms hiding in his abdomen, his dantian is restricted, preventing him from circulating his true qi. How could he help in an emergency? Furthermore, the whereabouts of Inubushi are unknown. This man is extremely treacherous and cunning, and moreover, the Three Corpse Worms are as close to him as blood relatives. Therefore, this Japanese man will not give up easily… Master Jin pondered repeatedly, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

“Master Jin, Hansheng asked us to cut a thick bamboo pole, remove the joints in the middle, and leave one end untouched,” Feng Sheng said, walking over with a machete in his hand.

“What for?” Master Jin asked.

“He said he wants to make a huge two-meter-long water gun, like the ones we played with when we were kids. He didn’t say what it was for. Here, this is the blueprint,” Feng Sheng explained, holding a simple sketch he had scribbled on.

Since heading south from Kanto, especially in the underground mines of Kaiping, Hansheng had saved his father, who had been missing for ten years. Coupled with what he had seen and heard on the road these past few days, Feng Sheng had been deeply moved by Hansheng’s character. He remembered that when they left their home in Kaiping, his father had repeatedly told him to take good care of Hansheng, who was the Feng family’s savior. Yes, Han Sheng is not only a rare, upright, and kind person, but also an enigmatic figure. He possesses all sorts of unbelievable medical skills and has gathered a group of strange people and animals around him. It's just a mystery why he offended the officials in the capital and was relentlessly pursued. Alas, regardless, in my honesty, although Feng Sheng is a government official, I am willing to risk my life to accompany him.

"Let's go," Feng Sheng said, and he and Master Jin entered the bamboo forest.

Inside the house, Lan'er fetched a clean set of corpse clothes and helped Han Sheng put them on. She then found him a set of clean clothes to change into. Han Sheng whispered a few instructions in Lan'er's ear, and Lan'er agreed and went to do so.

"Snip, snip," Han Sheng took out a pair of scissors and began trimming the fur on the back of Benben's neck. Sigh... if the Yin Bats were here, plucking the fur would be much easier. He missed those vengeful little creatures, especially the majestic Yin Bat leader, dressed in a riding cape, with a dignified appearance.

Han Sheng shaved all the yellow fur off the area of the dog's shoulder where the surgery was to be performed. Then he took out the barefoot doctor's medicine box left by his father, painted with a red five-pointed star, silently opened it, and first took out iodine to disinfect the smooth dog skin.

The old ancestor, holding the wrinkled baby girl and holding Shen Caihua's hand, stood to one side, astonished to see Han Sheng insert two thick silver needles into the collarbones on either side of the yellow dog's neck, and then diagonally insert several thinner needles around the back of its cervical vertebrae, twisting each needle individually.

"What are you doing?" the old ancestor asked.

"This is acupuncture anesthesia. When my father encounters emergencies and there's no anesthetic in the countryside, he uses acupuncture to paralyze the nerves in minor surgeries. I'm now inserting needles into the Yunmen acupoints on both sides of Benben's collarbone and its cervical spine to paralyze the nerves in its chest and back. This way, when it's cut open, Benben won't feel too much pain," Hansheng explained.

"Oh, so dogs have acupuncture points just like humans," the old ancestor exclaimed in amazement.

"All things in the world are interconnected," Hansheng said, cutting open Benben's shoulder. Benben lay on the tabletop, its gentle gaze fixed on Xiao Caihua on the ground. Sure enough, it didn't cry out in pain; it seemed the acupuncture anesthesia was very effective.

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