The Corpse Clothes of the Green Bag [Complete] - 21

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Chapter 269

Benben's shoulder blade was broken into several pieces, and a sharp, cracked bone was embedded diagonally into its lung, causing pneumothorax. Han Sheng carefully and gently pulled out the sharp bone, used a cotton ball to soak up the blood and secretions, wiped it clean, and then used a sewing needle to stitch up the wound in the broken lung, piecing the broken bone back together bit by bit, binding it securely with catgut, and then sewing up the layers of muscle, dermis, and epidermis, finally disinfecting it again.

"Next, we'll need some 'earthworm dung,' because there's a fresh wound, so we can't use the dust from the rafters," Han Sheng explained to the ancestor. He then went to the kitchen, retrieved a chipped rough porcelain bowl, and went to the vegetable garden.

Lan'er's chili seedlings and bok choy had just sprouted from the ground, a vibrant green. Although they hadn't grown or flowered yet, two bees were already buzzing around them.

Earthworms, also known as worms, love to burrow in vegetable gardens and pile up their excrement at the entrance of their burrows. This is called earthworm excrement, also known as earthworm mud. It tastes sweet, sour, and cold, and is non-toxic.

Han Sheng quickly found two mounds of dark gray, sticky earthworm excrement on the ground. He squatted down and collected them one by one into a bowl. Then, he stood up and looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him. So, he quickly unzipped his pants and urinated into the bowl, muttering to himself, "I wonder how long this boy's urine can last..."

Han Sheng then stirred the mixture with his fingers as he walked back into the house. He smeared the paste-like earthworm excrement all over Benben's back, then wrapped it with bandages. He found two wooden sticks to use as splints to fix his shoulders in place. Finally, he tied on strips of cloth, removed the silver needles, and the entire operation was completed.

Han Sheng and the old ancestor carried the panel outside and gently placed it at the entrance of the doghouse. Hei Mei looked at Han Sheng gratefully, while the puppies swarmed around, crawling all over Benben's body.

Meanwhile, Feng Sheng and Master Jin had already crafted a two-meter-long, bowl-sized bamboo water gun according to the sketch. One end was fitted with a small bamboo tube about two inches long and finger-thick, while the other end was made from a slightly thinner bamboo tube of the same length, with one end wrapped with tattered cotton cloth to form a simple piston.

Lan'er came out of the thatched hut and told Han Sheng that she had warmed a large pot of soapy water, using up several bars of soap.

Master Jin asked, puzzled, "Han Sheng, what exactly are you going to do?" Han

Sheng looked at him and smiled, saying, "To exterminate the Three Corpse Worms."

"And how will you do it?" Master Jin asked excitedly.

"Enema," Han Sheng replied.

Inside the thatched hut, the women had all gone out, leaving only two infants holding hands, standing to the side watching the spectacle.

Master Jin, stripped naked from the waist down, felt a chill run down his spine as he stared at the enormous bamboo water gun held by Feng Sheng and Xiao Zhao. His buttocks trembled slightly.

Han Sheng noticed the Master's bare buttocks; not a single hair was visible between his legs.

"A bat plucked them," the Master explained sheepishly.

"Let's begin, Master. Please stick your buttocks out," Han Sheng instructed.

Master Jin reluctantly bent over, his hands on the ground, his buttocks exposed, revealing his dark anus… "Master, don't you wipe your butt after you poop?" Feng Sheng frowned and chuckled. Master Jin

blushed and remained silent .

Han Sheng applied some lubricating soap to the Master's anus, then grabbed the finger-thick nozzle of the water gun and forcefully inserted it into Master Jin's rectum.

"Oh…" the Master groaned.

"Inject it in," Han Sheng commanded.

Feng Sheng exerted force with his arm and began pushing the piston into the bamboo tube, slowly injecting a large tube of warm soapy liquid into Master Jin's body.

Watching Master Jin's belly slowly swell, just as the piston was about to reach the bottom, Master Jin's abdomen had already swelled up like a large balloon, resembling a pregnant woman about to give birth.

"Stop, Master Jin. I'm now removing your talisman. Please circulate your qi as much as you can, and on my command, forcefully push the soapy water out of your rectum," Han Sheng said, simultaneously tearing off the yellow paper talisman stuck to Master Jin's abdomen. He then gestured for Feng Sheng and Xiao Zhao to slowly pull out the water gun, while he himself pressed down on Master Jin's buttocks with all his might.

"Release!" Han Sheng shouted, withdrawing his hand at the same time.

With a "plop," a jet of milky white liquid gushed from Master Jin's anus, shooting straight up to the ceiling... "Ouch!" A cry of surprise suddenly rang out from the ceiling, followed by a person falling to the ground with a "thud." This person was none other than Inubushi... It turned out that Inubushi had been struck on the back by the old patriarch's palm strike, delivered with full force in his rage, severely injuring his internal organs. In desperation, he had escaped using the smoke from the exploding fire bomb and hidden himself on the ceiling beam inside the thatched hut. He had first seen Han Sheng performing surgery on the yellow dog, and then saw Han Sheng giving Master Jin an enema, so he lay motionless on the beam, waiting for the Three Corpse Worms to emerge. Unexpectedly, caught off guard, and coupled with his severe injuries, he was shot down by this foul-smelling, slippery soapy liquid.

"Inubushi!" Master Jin exclaimed in surprise.

"Three Corpse Worms!" Han Sheng whispered.

All eyes were focused on the large puddle of yellowish-white soapy liquid on the ground.

Three parasites, each over a foot long and a shade of blue, white, and red, began to wriggle and slither… The Blue Maiden was greenish-blue, as thick as a finger, with two large, intelligent eyes that blinked as they stared at the crowd; the White Maiden had snow-white flesh, plump and overweight, with soap bubbles constantly escaping from her large mouth; the Blood Maiden raised her pointed, turtle-like head, her two lewd eyes darting left and right, milky white soap dripping from the corners of her mouth.

The Dog-Fu Master struggled to his feet on the slippery ground, sat cross-legged, and muttered incantations, his three fingers clenched together.

The Three Corpse Worms trembled at the incantation, their eyes instantly turning ferocious. Driven by the Dog-Fu Master's Three Corpse Incantation, the Blue, White, and Blood Maidens leaped into the air simultaneously, pouncing towards Han Sheng.

The Dog-Fu Master realized he couldn't escape unscathed; only by capturing the leader—Han Sheng—could he use him as leverage to gain the upper hand and save his own life.

Han Sheng was shocked. In his haste, his "Fly Eye" activated automatically, immediately slowing the movement of the Three Corpse Worms. Han Sheng calmly dodged to the side, catching a glimpse of the infant Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl leaping into the air in slow motion. Shen Caihua gracefully extended his hands in mid-air, one hand grasping Qing Gu and the other pinching Bai Gu, while the wrinkled baby girl twisted Xue Gu with both hands... With the danger averted, Han Sheng's Fly Eye automatically closed, and his vision returned to normal.

Shen Caihua opened his two rows of sharp white teeth and with two quick bites, bit off the heads of Qing Gu and Bai Gu, chewing them continuously. The wrinkled baby girl also imitated Shen Caihua, biting off Xue Gu's pointed head and swallowing it whole.

Watching his beloved nurtured sisters, Qing Gu, Bai Gu, and Xue Gu, whom he had raised for years and who were like father and sons, have their heads bitten off and swallowed alive by the two infants, Inufushi couldn't catch his breath. His eyes rolled back, his legs kicked, and he collapsed, dead.

Master Jin broke out in a cold sweat. Looking down, he saw Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl holding hands, walking away as if nothing had happened.

"Master, are you feeling alright now?" Han Sheng asked with a smile.

Master Jin took a deep breath and felt incredibly relaxed, his inner energy flowing smoothly. He nodded gratefully and smiled, "I'm fine."

"Please put your pants on, Master Jin," Feng Sheng reminded him.

Master Jin then realized his mistake, blushing as he hurriedly dressed.

"Master Jin, it's time for us to leave Poyang Lake Valley," Han Sheng said calmly.

Everyone immediately sprang into action. Little Cuihua picked up Liu Jinmo, the Old Ancestor, bare-chested, simply tucked both babies into his arms, Master Jin carried Wu Chushan on his back, Little Zhao gently lifted the big yellow dog, Benben, who was in a splint, Ping'er lined a small bamboo basket with dry grass, then placed the puppies inside one by one and carried them out of the valley first, with Heimei silently following behind.

Hansheng and Lan'er packed their belongings; Lan'er took all her money and food coupons, and her basket contained a bag of Taiji soil eggs and some simple clothes.

Finally, Hansheng carried his father's medicine chest, and in his arms, he held the canvas travel bag containing Granny Wang's remains. He had promised her he would bury her with the ancient immortals, and he would keep his promise.

In the jujube grove, Hansheng and Lan'er stood silently before the graves of Dr. Zhu and Hexiang… Father, Hansheng is leaving, but I will come back. We must return to Nanshan Village; that is our home… Mother, your daughter has gone with Hansheng, and with Father… The GAZ-51 truck sped southwest along the bumpy road.

The sky was overcast, and dark clouds rolled in from the northern horizon.

Chapter 270 Poyang County

Huang Jianguo stood there dumbfounded. Hansheng had escaped right under his nose, and even more unbelievable was that the guards at the gate had drawn their guns and were killing each other. Even more despicable was that Xiao Yanfang was gloating and standing by.

Huang Jianguo watched his subordinates busy bandaging the wounds of the two guards to stop the bleeding, and then loading them into a jeep to take them to the hospital. He beckoned to Xiao Yanfang.

“Why didn’t you stop them?” he questioned sternly.

Xiao Yanfang raised her bandaged hands, chuckling sarcastically, "I'm injured and can't move easily, besides..."

"Besides what?" Huang Jianguo pressed.

"Besides, it was your people who were using witchcraft to make the guards kill each other, just like last night when they crippled my hands. She wanted to let Hansheng go, how could I dare to stop her?" Xiao Yanfang finished speaking and glanced at Mingyue.

Huang Jianguo was furious but couldn't vent his anger. He knew that Xiao Yanfang resented Mingyue for hurting him, so she deliberately didn't intervene to embarrass him.

Huang Jianguo ignored her, walked over to Mingyue, looked into her eyes, and said in as gentle a voice as possible, "Mingyue, why did you deliberately hurt the guards and let Hansheng escape?"

Mingyue lowered her head and softly replied, "Jianguo, I'm sorry, I saw they were about to shoot, so I intervened, because of Granny Wang..."

"Granny Wang again, alright, this matter has become much more troublesome because of your meddling." Huang Jianguo said with a gloomy face.

“Jianguo, I didn’t mean to make things difficult for you…” Mingyue murmured softly, her face flushed.

A subordinate hurriedly approached Huang Jianguo and whispered in his ear, “We just received a notification that the leader will arrive in Poyang in half an hour. He’s been gone from Nanchang for almost two hours now.”

Huang Jianguo was startled. The leader’s sudden arrival, and the fact that he was only notified so close to his arrival, showed that he still didn’t quite trust him. Alas, at this crucial moment, Hansheng had escaped. Wouldn’t that make things even worse… Huang Jianguo thought dejectedly.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. That’s right, Mingyue… He had already figured it out. Ever since the leader saw Mingyue at the Yonghe Temple, he had been thinking about her constantly. Now was the perfect opportunity to use her as a pretext. Yes, he could get rid of Mingyue and gain the leader’s trust at the same time. It was a double win, truly a case of 'when you think you’ve reached the end of the road, a new path opens up.'

Huang Jianguo had made up his mind. Feigning worry, he said, "Mingyue, you know Jianguo will never blame you, but because it involves state secrets, I might face severe punishment."

Mingyue was startled and quickly asked, "How will they punish you?"

Huang Jianguo's eyes reddened, and he said sadly, "At best, imprisonment; at worst, they might..."

"What will happen?" Mingyue asked anxiously.

"We might never see each other again." Huang Jianguo blinked, squeezing out two tears.

"Then let's go. Let's quit, find a place to live in seclusion, farm some land, raise some chickens and ducks. We won't starve anyway," Mingyue said emotionally.

"No, my father is a government official. If I flee to avoid punishment, he will be implicated," Huang Jianguo shook his head.

"Then what can we do?" Mingyue asked helplessly.

"There's only one way to save us," Huang Jianguo said thoughtfully.

"What way?" Mingyue asked urgently, as if grasping at a lifeline.

"You've also joined the revolutionary work," Huang Jianguo said firmly.

"8341? Just a few numbers?" The commander's sharp gaze fell on Huang Jianguo.

"Yes, father-in-law, this is the first set of numbers," Huang Jianguo answered cautiously.

The commander stood with his hands behind his back, facing the window, seemingly pondering the meaning of those four numbers. After a long while, he slowly turned around, his square face softening.

"Jianguo, Dongdong specially asked me to bring you two bags of dried fruit, saying it's your favorite dried apricots. Here, take them." The commander handed Huang Jianguo a pink plastic mesh bag.

"Thank you, father-in-law," Huang Jianguo said gratefully.

"Where is Hansheng now?" The commander suddenly changed the subject, his expression becoming serious.

"He...he might have escaped back to Poyang Lake Valley, because his fiancée and father-in-law, Wu Chushan, are still in the valley," Huang Jianguo stammered.

"Hmm, this matter has already alerted Han Sheng. They are very likely to move further. Jianguo, immediately send someone to monitor Poyang Lake Valley," the commander ordered.

"Yes, I'll do it right away," Huang Jianguo replied, and immediately went out to make arrangements.

He first found Xiao Yanfang and instructed, "Take two people to Poyang Lake Valley immediately to monitor Han Sheng and his family's movements. Report immediately if there is any situation."

Xiao Yanfang nodded, took two people, and drove away in a jeep.

Hmph, getting Xiao Yanfang away will save him from gossiping in front of his father-in-law, Huang Jianguo thought smugly, and returned to his room.

"8341... What does this mean?" The commander stood by the window, frowning and muttering to himself.

Huang Jianguo did not dare to interrupt his father-in-law's thoughts, but just stood silently to the side.

The commander turned around and asked Huang Jianguo again, "Is there any other number before or after '8341'?"

"No, father-in-law," Huang Jianguo answered affirmatively.

"Hmm, could it be related to Unit 8341?" the commander murmured.

"Is it the unit's designation?" Huang Jianguo asked tentatively.

The commander nodded and explained, "The designation of the Central Guard Regiment is '8341,' which is actually the capital's Imperial Guard directly under Chairman Mao's command. The prophecy of the Living Buddha Geda concerns the political situation in China within the next 60 years after 1949, and Unit 8341 is the unit guarding Zhongnanhai. In short, it's somewhat related to politics. It's truly a mystery, Jianguo. Your father-in-law is getting more and more anxious."

Huang Jianguo said softly, "It was Jianguo's momentary carelessness that allowed Hansheng to escape. I will definitely bring him back."

"Didn't you say he didn't know martial arts? The security here is tight, so how did he manage to escape? Jianguo, are you hiding something from your father-in-law?" the commander said, looking at him with a smile.

"Yes, it's Mingyue." Huang Jianguo knew that this matter could not be hidden no matter what, so he passed on Granny Wang's skills to Mingyue and asked her to protect Hansheng. Mingyue had no choice but to help Hansheng because of her master's last instructions.

"Haha, this young lady has quite a personality," the commander laughed heartily.

"She's been exposed now and is no longer suitable to continue acting as our informant. I wonder if Father-in-law could arrange another job for her?" Huang Jianguo suggested casually.

"Sure, is she willing?" the commander readily agreed.

"Yes, she said she really wants to work for you, Father-in-law. She's only been to Beijing once and hasn't been to Tiananmen Square yet," Huang Jianguo said.

The commander was clearly surprised, looking intently at Huang Jianguo, nodding, and said, "Where is she? I want to talk to her first."

"She's outside. I'll go get her," Huang Jianguo replied, then went out and found Mingyue.

"Mingyue, good news! I've spoken with the commander, and he not only forgave our mistake but also hopes you'll work for him. That's perfect; we can see each other more often then," Huang Jianguo said, feigning excitement.

"He really forgave us?" Mingyue said happily.

Huang Jianguo nodded vigorously and said, "The commander requests that you go see him now."

"Is the commander fierce?" Mingyue asked worriedly.

"Not fierce, but whatever you do, don't mention our relationship, otherwise, he might not forgive us," Huang Jianguo instructed.

"Why?" Mingyue asked, puzzled.

"Don't ask why, it's all national affairs, you wouldn't understand even if I told you, just don't mention it," Huang Jianguo said impatiently.

"Okay, I won't mention it," Mingyue replied reluctantly.

Mingyue followed Jianguo nervously into the commander's room.

"Haha, Miss Mingyue, we meet again," the commander said warmly, shaking Mingyue's hand with a hint of regret, "I heard that your master, Granny Wang, has passed away. She was such a good person."

"It's you..." Mingyue recognized him; this commander was the square-faced middle-aged man she and her master had met at the Baiyun Temple during their last trip to Beijing. He had even driven them to the Yonghe Temple.

The leader nodded happily and said kindly, "Since we've known each other for a while, don't be shy."

"I'll go arrange some work first," Huang Jianguo said tactfully, quietly leaving the room.

The leader seemed oblivious, his gaze never leaving Mingyue.

"How old are you this year, Mingyue?" the leader asked with a kind smile.

"Nineteen," Mingyue replied.

"Hmm, not bad," the leader nodded.

"Not bad?" Mingyue asked, puzzled.

"Oh, I mean, you joined the revolutionary work at nineteen, that's very good. As long as you work and study hard, emphasize politics, and strengthen your worldview, you'll definitely have a bright future. Are you a member of the Communist Youth League?" the leader asked.

Mingyue shook her head.

"Do you have a husband?" the leader asked again.

Mingyue blushed, but finally shook her head gently.

"Good, young people should prioritize the revolutionary cause and take the liberation of the world's working masses as their responsibility. You'll stay by my side and work as my personal secretary, temporarily taking care of my daily life. What do you think?" the leader said, looking at her earnestly.

Mingyue nodded. For the sake of building the nation, a little hardship was nothing.

Chapter 271:

The fat old woman, panting heavily, kept pounding her old fists on Ye Lao's back. The other old women took the opportunity to pinch and squeeze him, creating chaos.

"Oh no! Someone's dead!" one of the old women screamed in terror.

The fat old woman was startled, stopped punching, turned Ye Lao over, and checked his breath—he was dead.

Everyone was stunned. Murderers must pay with their lives; this was the law since ancient times. Someone shouted, and the old women scattered like birds.

Ye Lao chuckled inwardly. It was just a "bull holding its breath" incident; he was just teasing the fat old woman.

"Alright, Ye Lao, haven't you had enough fun yet? Get up and look, the truck is gone." Old Cuihua grumbled discontentedly inside Ye Lao's body.

Ye Lao was startled and quickly got up. Sure enough, the truck was gone, and Feng Sheng and Master Jin were nowhere to be seen.

"Where did they go?" Old Ye muttered to himself, scratching his head.

"They must have encountered an emergency, couldn't find you, and went back to Poyang Lake Valley," Old Cuihua analyzed.

"Then let's hurry back too," Old Ye said, and took off running back the way he came.

"Alright, I'm going to sleep, don't bother me," Old Cuihua yawned.

Poyang County, formerly known as "Fanyi," was renamed Poyang during the Han Dynasty. It was currently the dry season, and looking out over the vast grasslands, with lush grass and geese and cranes dancing among the reeds, Old Ye slowed his pace, paying attention to the large birds circling above the mudflats.

"Our Huanglong Prefecture in Northeast China has no such magnificent scenery," Old Ye exclaimed in admiration.

A car horn sounded behind him, but Old Ye was so engrossed in the beautiful scenery that he didn't notice it.

"Hey, isn't this Old Master Ye?" The car behind him screeched to a halt, and a man jumped out in surprise.

Old Master Ye turned around and saw a stunningly beautiful woman in her fifties, her hands bandaged, her skin smooth and supple, her phoenix eyes sparkling, smiling at him.

"You recognize this old monk?" Old Master Ye couldn't remember who this beautiful woman was.

Xiao Yanfang giggled, her voice sweet and clear.

"Look at you, Old Master Ye, with your venerable bearing and unwavering loyalty, you're still as handsome as ever, a true hero indeed!" Xiao Yanfang showered him with praise.

Old Master Ye touched his cheek, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "How can this old monk be called a hero? Why not tell me?"

Xiao Yanfang laughed heartily, "Old Master Ye's battle against the stink bugs, isn't that a heroic act?"

"Of course." Old Master Ye was very satisfied with his courage in stepping forward, fighting those stink bugs in front of everyone, and achieving a partial victory. This was his first major achievement since heading south.

"Heroic Old Master Ye, where are you going?" Xiao Yanfang asked.

"This old monk is going back to Poyang Lake Valley." Old Master Ye lost his usual vigilance after being praised.

"Let me escort you." Xiao Yanfang's eyes were full of allure, making it hard to refuse.

Old Ye got into the jeep, completely ignoring the two men inside. He coughed lightly and said to Xiao Yanfang with tender affection, "You're much prettier than that white and fat old woman in the city."

The jeep had broken down; the fuel system of the Beijing 212 model jeep, manufactured in the 1970s, often had problems, so the two men went out to fix it.

"Hero Ye, why are you wandering around Poyang County alone?" Xiao Yanfang asked with concern.

"That white and fat old woman knocked me unconscious, and the truck drove off first, so I had to walk back by myself," Old Ye replied.

Xiao Yanfang guessed that Han Sheng and the others had fled in such a hurry that they probably hadn't had time to pay attention to this foolish old man.

"Do you know the relationship between Mingyue and Huang Jianguo?" Xiao Yanfang asked tentatively.

"Hmph," Old Master Ye scoffed indignantly, "Mingyue is a traitor! She acupunctured Lan'er and then tricked Hansheng away. I heard that the man surnamed Huang is her ex-lover."

Xiao Yanfang nodded and sneered. Sure enough, Mingyue and Huang Jianguo had been having an affair for a long time. This slut even used witchcraft to injure her own hands. When she found an opportunity, she would definitely report this to the leader, and she and Huang Jianguo would be in for a world of hurt.

More than an hour later, the jeep was finally repaired, and they continued on their way. They turned right at a three-way intersection, heading towards Poyang Lake Valley, but they were too late. A few minutes earlier, a GAZ-51 truck had just passed through this intersection heading southwest.

Xiao Yanfang and Old Master Ye got out of the car at the entrance of Poyang Lake Valley. The wind picked up, the mountains and forests howled, and raindrops drizzled down. Dark clouds filled the sky, and a storm was brewing.

"You all stay hidden here. I'll go into the valley to scout," Xiao Yanfang instructed.

Old Ye was about to get out of the carriage, one leg already off the ground. Xiao Yanfang flicked her finger, striking Old Ye's Tanzhong acupoint, then quickly walked into the valley.

She hadn't gone far when she heard footsteps behind her. Turning around, she saw Old Ye following with a smile. Xiao Yanfang frowned, enduring the pain in her finger, and channeled her inner energy, striking again with all her might, heavily pressing it against Old Ye's chest.

Old Ye swayed, smiling, and continued to follow.

This time, Xiao Yanfang was greatly surprised. Could this withered old man actually possess the profound martial arts of shifting meridians and closing acupoints? While she was still in shock and hesitation, Old Ye took off running, heading straight along the forest path into the valley.

Xiao Yanfang didn't dare to delay. She gathered her inner energy and used her unparalleled lightness skill to give chase.

The valley was deserted; the thatched hut was quiet and desolate.

Old Ye anxiously searched the area around the house, then sat down under the big camphor tree, pouting and sulking.

Xiao Yanfang found Inubushi's body inside the house, feeling very puzzled. Who was this person? She had never seen him before. After thinking for a moment, she decided not to pay any more attention to the strange old man and hurriedly left the valley to report to her superior in Poyang County.

A torrential downpour shrouded Poyang County in a white mist.

"What? Poyang Lake Valley is deserted?" the superior exclaimed, slightly startled.

"A corpse was found in the thatched hut, dressed in a suit and tie. It's definitely not one of Han Sheng's gang," Xiao Yanfang added.

"Oh, is that so? Prepare the car immediately; we'll go take a look," the superior ordered.

Before leaving, the superior called Mingyue to accompany him, and the convoy drove out of Poyang County in the rain, heading towards Poyang Lake Valley.

Inside the thatched hut in the valley, the commander silently gazed at the corpse on the ground and sighed softly, "So it was Inubushi-shi."

"Who is Inubushi-shi?" Huang Jianguo asked疑惑地.

"He's a Japanese. This time he came for Master Jin of Baiyun Temple, but he still fell into the hands of that 'fake blindness.' These Japanese are a bit too arrogant," the commander said.

Mingyue found her belongings in the west room, silently packed them into a travel bag, and said sadly when Huang Jianguo came in, "They took Master's remains too."

"Where could Hansheng and the others have gone?" Huang Jianguo asked.

Mingyue shook her head: "I don't know, maybe… Hansheng promised to send Master's remains to Hong Kong."

"Should we send people to chase them in several directions? They can't have gone far," Huang Jianguo asked his father-in-law.

"No need, I know where they'll go. The road ahead is long. Jianguo, take Inubushi's body back. Consul Kurosawa is going to be furious again." The leader chuckled.

Xiao Yanfang was the last to leave the thatched hut, wondering where that withered old man had gone.

Back in Poyang County, Inubushi's body was sent to the county funeral home for refrigeration; the Japanese consulate would come to collect it.

"Mr. Kurosawa, Inubushi is dead. His body is at the Poyang County Funeral Home in Jiangxi." The leader spoke calmly into the phone with the Japanese Consulate General in Beijing from his suite at the guesthouse. There

was silence on the other end for a long time. The leader held the receiver, waiting… "Understood, thank you," Consul Kurosawa said in a low voice, and hung up.

The leader put down the phone and laughed heartily.

A staff member approached him and quietly inquired, "Sir, should we inform the relevant leaders of Jiangxi Province that you have arrived in Poyang?"

"I told you not to disturb them. Stay overnight tonight and return to Beijing early tomorrow morning," the leader said, his face darkening.

"Yes, sir," the man said, blushing, and hurriedly withdrew.

"Father-in-law, your arrival in Poyang is like arriving in Jianguo's hometown. Poyang Lake is rich in aquatic products, especially the extremely rare wild white soft-shelled turtles. They are large, vigorous, and exceptionally nourishing. Let your son-in-law treat you to a feast tonight," Huang Jianguo said with a beaming smile.

"White soft-shelled turtles?" The leader became interested, glancing at the outer living room where Mingyue was sitting.

Chapter 272

Dinner was held in the guesthouse's canteen. The leader specifically instructed everyone that the people in the old revolutionary base areas of Jiangxi lived a hard life, and they should not cause any negative impact.

Huang Jianguo had spent the entire afternoon running around and finally bought a giant male white soft-shelled turtle that had just been caught from a fisherman. This old turtle was entirely white, with a darker head, white whiskers, a purplish-red nose and lips, and dark age spots all over its back. It weighed a whopping eight pounds.

"How amazing! Such a peculiar creature in Poyang Lake?" the leader exclaimed in admiration.

Huang Jianguo, carried away with his excitement, said, "Father-in-law, Poyang Lake is the largest freshwater lake in China. This turtle is at least two hundred years old, dating back to the Yongzheng era. As the saying goes, 'A thousand-year-old tortoise, a ten-thousand-year-old turtle,' you're in for a treat today."

The leader frowned slightly, glanced at him, and remained silent.

Realizing he'd let something slip, Huang Jianguo quickly changed the subject, saying, "I also got a yellow catfish weighing over thirty pounds. My cousin said it's a rare find, not seen for many years."

"Is that so? Show it to me," the leader said, a smile returning to his face.

Lying in the pool was a large, yellowish-white catfish, almost as long as a person. It had dark eyes, two long whiskers, a slender, plump body, and its tail swayed back and forth, looking quite lively.

"What a mermaid!" the leader exclaimed, suddenly thinking of Mingyue.

"Sir, catfish eat corpses," Xiao Yanfang suddenly interjected.

"Corpses" refers to the bodies of people who have drowned. Carnivorous catfish in large rivers and lakes love to devour rotting corpses, hence their plumpness. Although everyone knew this, saying it aloud at this moment was unwise.

"Haha, what's wrong with a catfish eating a corpse? It's just protein conversion! I want to eat this mermaid today!" the leader laughed heartily.

At the dining table, the leader sat in the main seat, with Huang Jianguo to his left and Mingyue to his right. In the center of the table was a charcoal stove, upon which lay a giant white turtle, bound hand and foot, and a condiment bowl beside it.

"Jianguo, what's this…" the leader asked, puzzled.

Huang Jianguo smiled slightly and said, "This is our local tradition—roasted turtle. The turtle's belly gets thirsty from the charcoal fire, so we feed it the condiment broth. The longer it's roasted, the thirstier it becomes. Finally, after drinking all the broth, the turtle is cooked, its nutrients completely preserved in the meat, retaining its original flavor."

The leader smiled and said, "Isn't that a bit too cruel?"

Huang Jianguo replied, "It's said that this is how Zhu Yuanzhang ate turtle when he was a monk, and it's also the most delicious way to cook turtle."

Huang Jianguo had someone fan the fire with a small fan while feeding it broth. Meanwhile, the chef brought out a large long plate filled with steamed catfish, topped with scallion oil, its aroma irresistible.

The leader used his chopsticks to twist off a piece of snow-white, tender meat, put it in his mouth, and slowly chewed, praising, "Indeed, incredibly fresh and tender!"

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The old turtle, sweating profusely from the roasting, glared angrily at the people around the table. Huang Jianguo personally fed it broth, and everyone was in high spirits, the atmosphere lively.

"Jianguo, this old turtle is suffering too much." Mingyue couldn't bear to watch any longer.

"It's alright, it can endure it," the leader said softly, a smile playing on his lips, his words carrying a double meaning.

The turtle was finally cooked. Huang Jianguo instructed the chef to take it away and chop it into small pieces, specifically reminding him to be careful not to damage the turtle's head and the pair of testicles inside the shell. The chef smiled knowingly and quickly prepared the dish, bringing it to the table.

Huang Jianguo respectfully picked up the turtle's head and the pair of testicles, each as large as a pigeon egg, and placed them on his father-in-law's plate, saying, "The essence of over 200 years is all contained here."

The leader laughed heartily, picked up the pointed turtle head, examined it briefly, and then put it in his mouth, biting off half of the head. He nodded repeatedly in praise, saying, "Good, good taste! No wonder it's a wild turtle. Everyone, let's eat!"

Everyone had been drooling for a long time and reached out with their chopsticks, but unfortunately, this rare turtle from the Yongzheng era disappeared into the human stomach in an instant.

After the meal, the leader stood up. He was very satisfied with the meal. A turtle over 200 years old must be very aphrodisiac; he even felt a slight arousal in his genitals.

Sitting opposite him, Xiao Yanfang gave him a wink. The commander knew he wanted to speak privately, so he said, "Xiao Yanfang, come to my room for a moment."

After they entered, Xiao Yanfang carefully closed the door.

"Commander, this Mingyue is Huang Jianguo's old flame. They still maintain an ambiguous relationship," Xiao Yanfang reported in a low voice.

"Continue," the commander said calmly.

Xiao Yanfang then described the intimate encounter between the two in the car at the entrance to Poyang Lake Valley, but omitted the part about Ye Lao. She concluded, "Commander, Mingyue possesses evil incantation magic. You must be extra careful. My hands were injured by this incantation magic."

The commander's face turned ashen. He listened silently to Xiao Yanfang's account, pondered for a long time, and slowly said, "Alright, I understand. You can leave now."

Xiao Yanfang quietly withdrew.

The commander opened a small leather suitcase he carried with him, inside which were his change of clothes for his trips. He opened a hidden compartment inside the suitcase, pulled out a thin yellow paper talisman with cinnabar, closed the suitcase, walked to the table, lit a match, and then collected the ashes into a teacup. He poured in boiling water, added tea leaves, and covered the cup.

A moment later, Mingyue entered, timidly asking, "Commander, I don't know what work I need to do. Could you please tell me?"

The commander smiled and said, "Everyone is like this when they first start working. Don't worry, have some tea first, sit down and we'll talk." He gestured to the sofa and then naturally placed the cup of tea with the talisman in front of Mingyue.

Mingyue gently picked up the teacup, blew on the tea leaves floating on top, and sipped a few times… The commander silently watched Mingyue sip her tea like a docile deer, smiled slightly, and said, "Mingyue, do you know I'm Huang Jianguo's father-in-law?"

"You're Dongdong's father?" Mingyue looked at him in surprise.

The commander nodded and continued, "Please sit here for a moment. Jianguo and I will discuss his and Dongdong's wedding in the living room." He then left the suite, closing the door behind him, but intentionally leaving a crack.

The commander called Huang Jianguo over, and the two sat intimately on the living room sofa.

"Jianguo, I want you and Dongdong to get married as soon as possible. Are you willing?" The commander's stern gaze fixed on Huang Jianguo.

"Father-in-law, I'm more than willing! I can't wait to marry Dongdong. You know, we made a vow that I would marry no one but Dongdong, and she would marry no one but me," Huang Jianguo said cheerfully.

"Is that true?" The commander's tone hesitated.

"Father-in-law, I swear to you, Jianguo will only love her for the rest of his life," Huang Jianguo solemnly raised his right hand.

"What do you love about her?" The commander's gaze softened, encouraging him to speak boldly.

"I love her for so many reasons, it's hard to put into words. She has a pure and understanding heart, her intelligence and wisdom, and her homemade kimchi is something Jianguo loves. To be able to eat Dongdong's kimchi for the rest of my life is my greatest wish. More importantly, Dongdong has been influenced by a revolutionary family since childhood and has a firm red heart as a successor to the proletarian revolution..." Huang Jianguo said excitedly.

"But I heard that you once had a relationship with Mingyue, is that true?" The leader interrupted Huang Jianguo.

"Yes, father-in-law, I admit it. I was young and naive back then. I felt that nuns were mysterious and was tempted by her. Later, Jianguo realized that I was born into a revolutionary cadre family. How could I associate with those nuns, monks, and Taoist priests? They are just parasites who live off others. As for Mingyue, please rest assured, father-in-law, she is not worthy of me, Huang Jianguo! Dongdong is the loyal revolutionary partner I want for the rest of my life." Huang Jianguo said passionately, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Then why did you recommend her?" The commander's sharp gaze fell upon Huang Jianguo.

"I," Huang Jianguo said shyly, "just thought that you, Father-in-law, are working tirelessly every day, worrying about national affairs. Having a woman by your side could soothe your weary body, which would be a good thing for the country and the people. If, if Jianguo has overlooked something, please criticize me." "

So, you have no feelings for Mingyue at all?" the commander said calmly.

"Absolutely not, I don't even want to see her," Huang Jianguo assured him firmly.

"Alright, I believe you. Now you and Xiao Yanfang take your men and set off tonight for Zhongdian in Deqin Prefecture, Yunnan. That's the lair of the Danba Lama; they must have gone there," the commander ordered.

"Set off tonight?" Huang Jianguo asked doubtfully.

"Immediately," the commander said without room for argument.

The leader returned to the inner room. Mingyue's tightly bitten lips were now bleeding, her eyes blurred with tears, utterly despondent. Even the most hard-hearted person would soften in such a situation.

The leader silently approached Mingyue, gently placing his hand on her shoulder, and softly said, "Cry, child, I'm sorry you've suffered."

Mingyue could no longer hold back; tears streamed down her face, and she sobbed uncontrollably.

The leader gently stroked her shoulder, back, and dark hair, his lower body slowly swelling.

"How could he do this to me..." Mingyue sobbed.

"Huang Jianguo is a heartless and ungrateful man; he's not worth your sorrow," the leader comforted Mingyue.

Mingyue slowly stopped crying, her gaze gradually turning cold. She gritted her teeth and said, "I want revenge."

The leader smiled and said, "How do you want revenge? I can help you."

"Isn't he your son-in-law?" Mingyue asked, puzzled.

“It’s different starting today,” the commander replied calmly.

“I want revenge…” Mingyue’s nerves were completely overwhelmed by the sudden blow and extreme pain; she murmured angrily.

“How do you want revenge?” the commander asked again.

“I… I don’t know.” Mingyue burst into tears again.

“The best way to get revenge is…” the commander hesitated.

“What?” Mingyue stopped crying and asked.

“It’s to give your body to another person in front of him, making him feel immense regret, making him suffer unbearable pain,” the commander coaxed.

“Give it to another person? Who?” Mingyue asked, puzzled.

“I can help you,” the commander said kindly, observing Mingyue’s expression, then continued, “Of course, it’s just for show, not actually having sex.”

“Just for show… to make him regret?” Mingyue murmured to herself.

“Yes, we’ll pretend to be intimate in bed, so he can hear us in the living room. That way, he’ll regret it and be in agony. You say stop, and I’ll stop. How about this revenge?” the leader said, feeling his lower body swell even more.

“I say stop, and you absolutely must stop, or you’ll regret it later,” Mingyue thought for a moment, made up her mind, and said bitterly.

“I promise,” the leader patted Mingyue’s shoulder kindly and said, “Take off your clothes and get into bed. Just wait patiently for your revenge. I’ll go make the arrangements.”

The leader went out the door.

Mingyue, in a daze, took off her coat and shoes, lay down on the bed, pulled the blanket over herself, and, just in case, still wore her underwear.

The leader quickly returned, swiftly removing all his clothes, revealing his strong muscles, with only a pair of shorts left on his lower body.

“You…” Mingyue exclaimed.

“Shh… he’s here.” The leader reached out to stop Mingyue, jumped into bed, and crawled under the covers. At the same time, the door opened, and Huang Jianguo walked in.

"Father-in-law, you were looking for me? Where are you?" Huang Jianguo asked respectfully.

"Hmm," the leader mumbled in response.

Upon hearing this, Huang Jianguo pushed open the door to the inner bedroom... "Quickly, pretend to call out twice," the leader whispered urgently, then pulled Mingyue close, unexpectedly reaching his hand inside her bra... "Ah!" Mingyue exclaimed, all thoughts of revenge vanishing instantly. She desperately tried to break free, but the leader was too strong for her to push away.

"Stop! Stop!" Mingyue cried.

The leader showed no sign of stopping, violently ripping open the buttons of her bra, her full breasts bursting out.

Mingyue's face flushed red. In her haste, she raised her palms and chanted the first move of the Zhu You Divine Skill, "Ghost Wall," trying to separate herself from the leader with a layer of energy.

Mingyue first met the leader in the main hall of Baiyun Temple. Her initial impression was of a dignified middle-aged man, but in reality, he was a lay master of the Zhengyi method of Taoist talismans from the Central Plains. He frequently visited Baiyun Temple for meditation because it was the headquarters of the Chinese Taoist Association, where he often encountered top figures from various Taoist schools, helping him learn from their strengths and improve his skills.

Zhengyi is the oldest and most ancient Taoist system, originating from the "Ghost Path" of Zhang Daoling, specializing in the practice of "male-female union."

The leader, holding a high-ranking official position, was a materialistic atheist, thus his cultivation was conducted in secret. He was skilled in talismans but rarely used them, also out of consideration for public opinion. Tonight, the tea Mingyue served contained a "Celestial Master Exorcising Talisman," capable of dispelling all demonic and heretical witchcraft.

However, what they encountered was the most powerful and long-lost witchcraft in the Central Plains—the Zhu You Divine Skill. How could ordinary Taoist talismans easily neutralize it? Mingyue, a newcomer, hadn't fully mastered the essence of the skill, and was therefore somewhat affected by the "Celestial Master's Evil-Repelling Talisman." If it were Granny Wang, it would be no problem at all.

The energy of Mingyue's first move, "Ghost Wall," only lifted the leader's heavy body about an inch high before losing power, and the leader slammed back down… Mingyue was shocked and quickly spread her arms, drawing two arcs, directly unleashing the third move, "Walking Corpse."

The leader's body suddenly trembled, he shook his head in confusion, and finally loosened his grip on Mingyue. Mingyue seized the opportunity to roll off the bed.

The third move, "Walking Corpse," primarily uses a biomagnetic field to influence the opponent's brain, creating hallucinations that completely deviate from their original intentions, thus making them appear like a walking corpse.

The commander stared blankly, his hands flailing in the air as if searching for something.

Huang Jianguo stood there dumbfounded in the middle of the room, then suddenly snapped out of his daze. He rushed forward and forcefully lifted Mingyue, whose clothes were torn and who was half-naked, from the ground.

"Jianguo..." Mingyue called out again, her eyes filled with tears.

Huang Jianguo put Mingyue back on the bed and pressed her arms down, shouting to the commander, "Father-in-law, she's here!"

The commander turned his head, his bloodshot eyes staring straight at Huang Jianguo... Huang Jianguo felt a chill run down his spine. He gritted his teeth, grabbed his father-in-law's hand, and pressed it directly onto Mingyue's high breasts... Mingyue finally despaired completely. She bit her tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood onto Huang Jianguo's face. Then she chanted the fifth move of the Eighteen Forms of Zhuyou—"Substituting a Plum for a Peach," the highest of the five moves taught by Granny Wang.

The commander withdrew his hand from Mingyue's chest, grabbed Huang Jianguo and forced him onto the bed. With a few quick movements, his other hand stripped Huang Jianguo naked, then pinned him beneath him… Huang Jianguo stared in terror at his father-in-law, who was like a beast, frantically attacking and ravaging him. He bit his lip, closed his eyes, and shed tears of humiliation… Mingyue quietly slipped to the floor, taking one last look at the man she had once deeply loved. She silently put on her clothes and left without looking back.

In the courtyard stood Xiao Yanfang and several subordinates, ready to depart according to the commander's instructions, waiting for Huang Jianguo to leave the commander before heading to the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau.

The sounds of fighting came from inside the house, followed by the commander's heavy breathing. Everyone was bewildered, but no one dared to inquire.

The door opened, and Mingyue rushed out, her face filled with rage.

"Stop, Mingyue, where are you going?" Xiao Yanfang asked sarcastically.

Mingyue ignored her and continued walking.

"Stop her!" Xiao Yanfang ordered.

Immediately, a burly man, leering, rushed forward and grabbed Mingyue's chest.

Mingyue's face turned pale. At this moment, she showed no mercy, but with a "whoosh," she moved with lightning speed and continued walking.

"Ah..." The burly man stood there, his eyes now two bloody holes, blood mixed with broken eyeballs flowing down.

Xiao Yanfang was shocked and hurriedly shouted, "Shoot!"

"Bang!" Someone drew their gun and fired at Mingyue.

A bullet hit Mingyue's left shoulder. She swayed, staggered, and then leaped over the courtyard wall and onto the street.

The torrential rain stopped abruptly, and the streets of Poyang County were deserted except for a few lonely, dim streetlights.

Mingyue clutched her left shoulder and ran forward, blood seeping from between her fingers, her head spinning. All around was darkness, only the distant lights of farmhouses twinkling like stars; she was already outside the city.

Where to go? Mingyue wandered aimlessly, stumbling forward.

Ahead lay a crossroads; she hesitated, utterly exhausted, wondering where she could find refuge.

The roar of a heavy truck came from the left, its bright headlights illuminating the young woman wandering the road.

The truck stopped, and a middle-aged driver leaned out of the window, asking, "Comrade, you seem injured? Did you run into some bad people? Should I take you to the hospital?"

Mingyue shook her head.

"It's so late; it's dangerous for a woman to be out alone. Come on, get in, I'll take you home," the driver said with concern.

Mingyue got into the truck, bewildered, and sat in the driver's seat.

"Where do you live?" the driver asked.

Mingyue tilted her head back, pointed ahead with her chin, and remained silent.

"Sigh, this girl must be terrified." The driver shifted gears and drove towards Wuyuan.

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The leader slowly stopped moving and let out a long sigh.

"Huh? It's you!" The leader's eyes widened, staring in surprise at Huang Jianguo beneath him.

Huang Jianguo's face was streaked with tears, his teeth biting the pillowcase, and he nodded pitifully.

The leader sat up abruptly, looking at his and Huang Jianguo's naked bodies with confusion. After a moment, he sternly questioned, "What are you doing here? Where's Mingyue?"

"Mingyue ran away," Huang Jianguo replied.

The commander got off the ground, put on his clothes, rinsed his mouth, then turned around and said coldly, "Huang Jianguo, this matter must not be spread. I think you know the consequences."

Huang Jianguo nodded, his whole body feeling like it was falling apart. He leaned forward and whispered, "Father-in-law..."

"Don't call me father-in-law anymore," the commander interrupted him with disgust.

Huang Jianguo's heart sank. If he couldn't marry Dongdong and become the commander's son-in-law, his career would be ruined, and his dream of ruling the Central Plains in ten years would likely be dashed. What to do? A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years. If he were to be crowned emperor in the future, he would kill the commander to silence him. But for now, he had to compromise.

Thinking of this, Huang Jianguo's expression changed, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes flashed with flirtatious glances. He said in a coquettish voice, "Father-in-law, you are truly vigorous and energetic! Jianguo is willing to stay by your side and, when you need to relax after finishing your work on national affairs, be at your beck and call..." "

Shut up! Look at your servile manner. From now on, you are under Xiao Yanfang's command. Get dressed immediately and set off with them." The commander said disdainfully, then strode out of the room.

"Xiao Yanfang, come here." The commander beckoned from the doorway.

"Commander, what are your orders?" Xiao Yanfang quickly ran over.

"From now on, Huang Jianguo is under your command," the commander said, looking at Xiao Yanfang and lowering his voice. "After this mission, take him out! Understand?"

Xiao Yanfang was taken aback, then smiled: "Don't worry, I'll do it cleanly and efficiently."

Inside the room, Huang Jianguo put on his clothes, then suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He rushed to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, defecating a large amount of yellowish-white matter, even with traces of blood.

Huang Jianguo walked out of the room with his head down. Xiao Yanfang stood in front of him, saying in a half-smiling tone, "Huang Jianguo, please return to your unit."

Huang Jianguo walked dejectedly towards his black Shanghai-brand sedan.

"No, you ride in this one," Xiao Yanfang said, pointing to the jeep.

The two cars set off, and the injured man was taken to the hospital. The courtyard of the guesthouse returned to calm.

The commander turned and went back into the room, noticing the cup of tea Mingyue had drunk from on the coffee table. A smile appeared on his lips. Mingyue, that little girl, really has some personality.

"Are you alright?" the truck driver asked worriedly.

Mingyue remained silent, her gaze fixed straight ahead.

"Is this Nanshan Town?" Under the bright headlights of the truck, Mingyue spotted her familiar village.

"It's Nanshan Town in Wuyuan," the truck driver replied.

"Stop the truck, I need to get out," Mingyue said.

In the dead of night, the residents of Nanshan Town had long since turned off their lights and gone to bed; the streets were deserted.

"Is your home here?" the driver asked anxiously, stopping the truck.

Mingyue didn't speak, opened the door, and jumped out.

The truck driver could only shake his head, close the door, and continue driving towards Wuyuan County.

Mingyue stood alone in Nanshan Town, gazing at the dark sky, sighing repeatedly. The nameless nun is dead, Granny Wang is dead too. There's no one left in this world to care for her. The nameless nunnery is a place of sorrow, and the beautiful dream of first love has been utterly shattered… "Master, you were right. Huang Jianguo is not a man worthy of entrusting one's life to. I regret not listening to you… Master, you've been gone for so long. Fortunately, Wu Daoming is still with you, but your disciple Mingyue is all alone… So be it, Master, Mingyue is coming to follow you…" Mingyue steeled her heart and ran swiftly towards Nanshan Village.

The sky was still overcast, without moon or stars.

Ahead lay the ruins of Hansheng's house in the east of the village. Standing beside the ruins, gazing at the crumbling walls, Mingyue couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, recalling the days she spent living in the manor, as if from another world.

Faint footsteps approached from afar. Mingyue immediately hid behind a broken wall. The footsteps grew closer, and she heard someone muttering to themselves, "Finally found them. Strange, where is everyone? Didn't they come here?"

Mingyue looked over, and the speaker was already right in front of her, with a bald head, a pointed face, and skinny bones.

"Old Master Ye!" Mingyue exclaimed softly.

"Who's talking?" Old Master Ye asked, sticking his head out from behind the broken wall.

"Ah, it's the traitor!" Old Master Ye finally recognized Mingyue behind the wall and shouted.

"Old Master Ye, I'm not the traitor," Mingyue said softly.

"You tricked Hansheng, you immobilized Lan'er, and you say you're not the traitor?" Old Master Ye said indignantly.

Mingyue shook her head painfully, her face pale, and swayed before slowly sliding down the wall to the ground.

"Huh, there's blood. Are you injured?" Old Master Ye said in surprise.

Mingyue sighed deeply and wearily closed her eyes.

"Oh dear, what are we going to do?" Old Ye, with his pure heart, paced anxiously. "Hey, Old Cuihua, wake up! Time to get up!" he urged, pounding his thin body with a "bang, bang" sound.

"What's wrong? Why are you making such a fuss? I was sleeping soundly," Old Cuihua said, yawning.

"Oh, it's Mingyue! How did she get hurt?" Old Cuihua asked in surprise, clinging to Old Ye's back.

Mingyue wearily opened her eyes, gave a bitter smile, and said, "Mingyue was shot. It was Huang Jianguo and his men from Beijing who did it."

Old Ye shook his head, utterly bewildered, and asked in surprise, "You're not with them?"

Mingyue shook her head weakly and replied, "Mingyue isn't."

Old Cuihua looked closely and said, "Oh dear, you've probably lost too much blood. You can't hold on like this for long. If the bullet is still embedded in your flesh, it must be removed, otherwise it will become infected."

A faint flapping sound came from the night sky. Old Cuihua looked up and saw dozens of bats with red eyes circling above their heads. The leader was a giant bat with a piece of cloth tied around its neck.

During its routine patrol tonight, the leader of the Shadow Bats discovered night travelers on the ruins of Han Sheng's house again. Enraged, it was about to order the Shadow Bats to swarm down and pluck its feathers.

"Leader..." Mingyue called softly.

The leader of the bats felt the voice was familiar, so it descended from the sky to identify the woman. It recognized her as Han Sheng's friend; the leader and his wife had come from the Ghost Valley Cave in Tianmen Mountain, Xiangxi, and had traveled with her.

"Squeak..." The leader let out a joyful cry, flapping its wings and landing beside Mingyue.

"You finally recognized me." A bitter smile appeared on Mingyue's face.

"Squeak squeak squeak... squeak squeak..." The leader opened its large, fiery red eyes like copper bells, its mouth opening and closing rapidly, as if trying to say something.

"It's asking where Han Sheng is?" Old Cuihua said from the side.

Mingyue looked up at Old Cuihua in surprise, saying, "You can understand bat language?"

Old Cuihua shook her large head, quite proudly saying, "Of course, I can communicate with animal fairies."

"Han Sheng went to a place called Deqin Zhongdian in Yunnan. People from the capital will catch up soon; Han Sheng is in danger," Mingyue said weakly.

Old Cuihua relayed Mingyue's meaning to the large bat.

"Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak..." the leader of the shadowy bats cried out repeatedly, stamping its feet anxiously.

"It's asking why we haven't rushed to help Hansheng since we know he's in danger," Old Cuihua translated.

Mingyue sighed and said, "I'm injured, I can't walk."

Old Cuihua truthfully told the large bat that Mingyue had been shot.

The leader of the shadowy bats extended its two wings, gently parted Mingyue's shoulders, revealing a blood-stained bullet hole in the flesh, brought one of its large eyes close to examine it, emitted a beam of ultrasonic waves, and then squeaked twice.

"It detected the bullet," Old Cuihua explained.

The leader, its large eyes wide, spat into Mingyue's bullet hole to numb the wound. Then, it gently extended its winged arm, inserted its hooked appendage into the flesh, and carefully grasped the bullet embedded in her shoulder blade. With a loud "squeak," it ripped the bullet off... Mingyue let out a soft cry and frowned. The

leader disdainfully tossed the bullet to the ground, then flapped its wings and disappeared into the forest.

Old Ye watched with great interest, scratching his head in disbelief.

The Shadow Bat leader quickly returned, carrying a bunch of wild grass in its beak, and landed beside Mingyue, chirping.

"It wants you to chew this and apply it to the wound," Old Cuihua said.

Mingyue did as instructed, stuffing the wild grass into her mouth and chewing. "It tastes so fishy," she said.

Old Ye peered inside and said, "This is houttuynia cordata. It used to grow abundantly in the grasslands of the Jinsha River valley in Yunnan. It really does heal knife wounds."

Mingyue applied the chewed houttuynia cordata to the wound on her shoulder, immediately feeling a cooling sensation. "Thank you, Chief." She gratefully reached out and gently stroked the chief's furry head.

"Squeak... squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak." The chief looked up at the night sky and let out a loud, continuous cry. Immediately, two red-eyed shadow bats flapped their wings and flew towards the direction of Dazhang Mountain.

Old Cuihua, upon hearing this, said with emotion, "The Great Bat wants all the bats to go with us to assist Hansheng."

"I just guessed Hansheng might go to that place in Yunnan," Old Ye muttered softly.

"How did you know?" Old Cuihua asked incredulously.

Recalling the encounter between his own guardian spirit and Han Sheng's guardian spirit, Ye Lao smiled subtly, "Anyway, I just know."

A short while later, more than ten red-eyed shadow bats flew into the night sky from the direction of Dazhang Mountain, led by the Shadow Bat Queen.

"We can go now. The journey to Yunnan is long and arduous," said Old Cuihua.

"A thousand years have passed. I wonder what the Jinsha River Valley is like now," Ye Lao sighed.

Mingyue stood up and said weakly, "I want to pay my respects to my master. Grandma said she and Wu Daoming were buried together at Taiji Yinyun."

The night sky remained gloomy, and the mountains and forests were quiet.

"Caw caw!" The crows that had been resting in the bamboo forest were startled awake and let out an angry caw, but upon seeing a large flock of red-eyed shadow bats circling above them, they quickly shrank back and dared not utter a sound.

Mingyue stood silently before the Yin-Yang symbol, tears streaming down her face. "Master, Mingyue has come to see you. With Mr. Wu by your side, you must not feel lonely, right? But Mingyue is all alone in this life. Mingyue longs to return to her childhood, to those happy times with Master in the nameless nunnery..."

"Wow, the Yin energy here is so heavy." Old Cuihua, leaning against Ye Lao's back, couldn't help but shiver.

Mingyue continued, "Master, your disciple wanted to follow you, but there are still some things to settle. Once Mingyue has paid off her worldly debts, she will come to accompany you."

A wind rose, and the sound of the forest rustling filled the air, a chilling atmosphere pervading the mountains.

"Hansheng..." Nika turned her head, stunned.

Han Sheng looked at her closely, overjoyed: "Nika, it really is you! What are you doing here?"

Nika's deep, beautiful eyes welled up with tears. She looked at Han Sheng silently and said softly, "I never thought I'd see you again in this life. You've lost so much weight."

"How is Can'er? Is he alright?" Han Sheng asked.

Nika nodded and said, "Can'er went hunting early this morning. He'll be back soon."

At this moment, Lan'er and the old ancestor arrived, and everyone was overjoyed to see each other.

Feng Sheng quietly tugged at Han Sheng's sleeve and whispered, "This young lady has an exotic air about her. Who is she?"

Han Sheng smiled and said, "Her name is Nika. She's the 'Falling Flower Cave Girl' from the Miao village."

"So beautiful, and so fragrant," Feng Sheng exclaimed.

A young man of about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old walked in through the door. He wore a homespun black jacket, a black turban, thick eyebrows, a prominent nose, and bright, piercing eyes. He carried a small bamboo basket on his back and a crossbow in his hand. Inside the basket were two pheasants and a rabbit he had hunted.

“Nika, I’m back,” the man said, his voice full of tenderness.

“Can’er, look who’s here!” Nika said happily to him.

Can’er was taken aback when he saw Hansheng and the others, then shouted loudly, “Hansheng! And Lan’er, Ancestor…”

Hansheng smiled and looked him over, Lan’er nodded demurely, and Ancestor stepped forward with his chest exposed and held Can’er’s hand tightly, saying in a low voice, “Can’er, do you have any good wine here?” Can’er

and Nika were both awakened corpses and no longer ate grains, only needing to breathe in the moonlight at night, but the inn was a place for guests to eat and stay, so naturally, it had to be well-stocked with food, rice, wine and meat.

“Grandpa, don’t worry, we have aged Miao wine from the cave.” Can’er replied softly.

“Can’er, is your mother alright?” Hansheng thought of the kind mother in the mountains of Xiangxi.

“She’s fine, and she often talks about you. She lives with us now, and I’ll take you to see her later.” Can’er said.

Nika brought over a strong cup of fragrant tea.

“Can’er and Nika, when you two left Kowloon Walled City in Hong Kong, didn’t you say you were going to cultivate in Ghost Valley Cave? Why did you come to Chenzhou to open an inn?” Hansheng asked.

“For Mother’s sake, we ultimately didn’t go into Ghost Valley Cave. This inn was given to us by Nika’s grandfather, so Mother can spend her later years in peace here.” Can’er explained.

“Do you two know about Granny Xiaoying and the old man from Xiangxi? Are they still living on Tianmen Mountain?” Hansheng continued to inquire.

The Grandpa quietly turned to the side, listening attentively.

“They went on a journey, and they stayed at our inn for two days.” Nika interjected.

"Oh, they've gone traveling. I was planning to visit them on the way, but it's alright since they're not here," Han Sheng

said with a hint of regret. He then turned to Lan'er and the old man and said, "Everyone, help Uncle Shanren and Mr. Liu off the carriage. We'll stay here for a few days to heal them before we leave." The old man and Xiao Cuihua happily went off upon hearing this.

"Where are you going?" Can'er asked Han Sheng in confusion.

"Yunnan, a place called Zhongdian at the foot of the snow-capped mountains," Han Sheng replied.

"Shambhala? The old man from Xiangxi and Granny Xiaoying went there too," Can'er said in surprise.

The seven-day deadline had passed, and the sun had set. Han Sheng carefully lifted the lid of the small porcelain bottle... The originally bean-green phlegm had thinned to a clear, watery consistency, with several tiny, dark green, tadpole-shaped worms swimming inside.

"What is this?" Lan'er asked in surprise.

"Phlegm worms," Han Sheng explained excitedly, "Yang Gong enjoyed eating human brains all his life, unaware that a type of worm parasitizes the human brain. Each person is born with only one worm, its sex is the same as the host's, and it doesn't reproduce. Its lifespan is the same as the person's. Under normal circumstances, it doesn't harm people, and the host is completely unaware of it. However, in old age, the worms can cause forgetfulness and dementia. Back in the Three Kingdoms period, the worms in Cao Cao's brain mutated, began to slowly reproduce asexually, and gradually clumped together. Therefore, he frequently suffered from gout, and the frequency increased. Hua Tuo used acupuncture to disperse the worms, temporarily relieving his headaches, and told Cao Cao that to cure it completely, he needed to split open his skull to remove the worms. Cao Cao naturally dared not, and ultimately died at the hands of the worms."

"Yang Gong ate so many people's worms, could it be..." Lan'er seemed to understand.

“Yes, Yang Gong ingested many phlegm worms, both male and female. They multiplied rapidly in his body. Coincidentally, Yang Gong was skilled in shamanistic black magic, so he used his power to encapsulate them in his lungs, creating toxic phlegm for his own use,” Han Sheng said.

“Phelegm worms can cause amnesia and dementia. No wonder Father and Mr. Liu became ‘wooden people’,” Lan’er said with sudden realization.

“Ugh… he’s so disgusting!” The old ancestor gagged beside her.

“Now I’ve cultivated these immune phlegm worms using ear, nose, eye, and tooth grime. I’ll pour them into Uncle Shanren and Mr. Liu’s external auditory canals, let them burrow through the eardrum to the middle ear cavity, and then through the cochlea into the skull. They will quickly find and mercilessly devour the foreign phlegm worms from Yang Gong’s toxic phlegm in their brains. Then Uncle Shanren and Mr. Liu will wake up. I’ll then remove the phlegm worms, and that will be the end of it,” Han Sheng explained the treatment process in detail.

Lan'er gazed at her future husband with adoration, a warm feeling welling up inside her, making her feel incredibly content.

Wu Chushan and Liu Jinmo were carried to the main hall, where everyone nervously gathered around, especially the Old Ancestor and Xiao Cuihua, who were extremely anxious.

Han Sheng first grabbed Wu Chushan's ear and carefully poured the liquid from the porcelain bottle and two or three phlegm worms into his ear canal, then plugged it with a cotton ball.

"Alright, there will be a reaction in an hour," Han Sheng said.

The remaining liquid and a few phlegm worms were poured into Liu Jinmo's ear all at once, and cotton balls were plugged in as well.

The Old Ancestor asked anxiously, "What if Jinmo doesn't wake up?"

Han Sheng smiled and said, "He will wake up."

Nika brought out a sumptuous feast, all hunted by Can'er early that morning in the mountains, including pheasants, rabbits, and even a wild boar.

The rich aroma of Miao liquor filled the hall. The patriarch couldn't help but swallow, and taking advantage of a moment when no one was looking, he had already started drinking heartily, his chest exposed.

Only Xiao Cuihua remained by Liu Jinmo's side, refusing to eat at the table, silently watching him with tears in her eyes, her heart filled with prayers...

Chapter 275

"What fine wine!" The patriarch said excitedly, his face flushed from drinking, while the wrinkled baby girl in his arms suckled at his nipple.

"It seems to be Miao-style earthen liquor..." A weak voice sounded behind the patriarch.

"Liu Jinmo!" Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and found that Liu Jinmo had already sat up, his nose twitching as he sniffed, his eyes filled with a kind of hunger.

"You've finally woken up..." Xiao Cuihua sat down on the ground with a thud, sobbing plaintively.

"Jinmo! Haha... What do you think about naming my daughter 'Zumo'? That wrinkled baby girl name is really awful." The old ancestor excitedly cradled the baby in one arm and carried a large bowl of wine in the other, coming to Liu Jinmo's side and shoving Xiao Cuihua aside.

Liu Jinmo weakly reached out and grabbed the bowl, taking a deep breath and murmuring, "It's been so long, I'm really craving it." He then tilted his head back and gulped down half the bowl.

"Hmm, Miao-style aged earthenware, so fiery and strong, it's making me a little dizzy," Liu Jinmo clicked his tongue.

Han Sheng smiled at Liu Jinmo and said, "Mr. Liu, you've been poisoned by Yang Gong's phlegm and have been in a state of paralysis for over a month. Your stomach is empty, so naturally you can't hold your liquor."

"Han Sheng..." Liu Jinmo struggled to his feet, "You've saved me again."

Han Sheng smiled without speaking.

"Xiao Cuihua, where are we?" Liu Jinmo looked at Xiao Cuihua and asked, confused.

"Jinmo, come to the table! This time we're going to have a good drink!" the old ancestor called out, pulling the nipple out of the wrinkled baby girl's mouth.

Xiao Cuihua helped Liu Jinmo up and led him to the table, where he met Can'er, Nika, Feng Sheng, and the others.

"Hansheng, why isn't Father awake yet?" Lan'er asked Hansheng anxiously, seeing that Liu Jinmo was already awake.

Hansheng thought for a moment and said, "Uncle Shanren's stupor lasted a long time, so he'll wake up later. Don't worry, Lan'er, he'll wake up. Let's eat first."

At the table, Liu Jinmo looked at the table full of fine wine and game, feeling the satisfaction of a full stomach, and hurriedly swallowed a whole pheasant head.

"Contemplating the vastness of heaven and earth, I alone weep bitterly..." Suddenly, the sound of Wu Chu Shanren reciting poetry drifted over.

Overjoyed, Lan'er knocked over her stool and rushed forward, throwing herself into Shanren's arms. "Father, you scared Lan'er to death!" Tears welled in her eyes.

Han Sheng stepped forward and took the mountain man's pulse. His brow relaxed, and he gently helped him up, saying, "Uncle Mountain Man, the phlegm poison has gone away."

"Han Sheng, where is this place?" Wu Chu Mountain Man looked around, then asked Lan'er, "Where is your mother?"

Upon hearing this, Lan'er suddenly burst into tears, sobbing, "Father, Mother is gone..."

Wu Chushan was shocked and looked up at Hansheng.

Hansheng nodded silently and said, "It was Yang Gong and Yin Po who did it. My father was also killed at the same time. Now those two villains are dead, their evil deeds are beyond redemption."

Hansheng recounted the events leading to his father's and Lan'er's mother's deaths, as well as the deaths of Yin Po and Yang Gong. Finally, he said, "Uncle Shanren, you and Mr. Liu are both safe now. Tomorrow we will set off for Yunnan."

"What are we going to Yunnan for?" Wu Chushan asked blankly, still immersed in the painful memories of He Xiang.

"To seek refuge," Hansheng replied softly.

Chapter 276

Wu Chushan and Liu Jinmo, having endured many hardships, had finally survived. They were filled with emotion and drank a little too much wine, feeling dizzy and sleepy. Hansheng and Lan'er helped them into the house and lay them on the bed, then returned to the hall.

"They are both weak and need to recuperate slowly," Han Sheng said to everyone.

Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl, hand in hand, slipped into the room unnoticed. Something about Wu Chushan and Liu Jinmo seemed to be attracting the two children, enough to excite them greatly.

The room was quiet; Wu Chushan and Liu Jinmo were fast asleep, emitting even snores.

Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl, naked, climbed onto the bed and quietly crept up to their heads. Shen Caihua stretched out his chubby little hands, grabbed Wu Chushan's ear, and stared inside with his dark little eyes. After a moment, he put his little mouth to the ear canal, pursed his cheeks, and began to suck hard.

The wrinkled baby girl imitated Shen Caihua and began to suck on Liu Jinmo's ear.

Time passed second by second, and Shen Caihua increased the force of his sucking, finally sucking several large, phlegm-like worms into his mouth, chewing them excitedly, pale green fluid seeping from the corners of his mouth.

The wrinkled baby girl also managed to get her hands on a few plump phlegm worms, which she swallowed eagerly before even chewing them.

Then the two babies exchanged a smile, licked their lips, and quietly slipped out of bed. They opened the door and peeked out, and seeing no one was watching, tiptoed out to the grass outside the inn's gate, where they skipped and jumped happily in the moonlight.

Inside the hall, everyone sat down for tea after dinner, discussing their departure the next day.

"Hansheng, you said Father and the others still have phlegm worms in their heads that need to be removed," Lan'er said worriedly.

"Tonight at midnight, I need to prick their acupoints to draw out the phlegm worms," Hansheng explained.

At midnight, Hansheng, Lan'er, and Xiao Cuihua arrived at Wu Chushan and Liu Jinmo's bedsides. The old patriarch was already fast asleep, holding the two babies, his chest exposed, snoring loudly.

"Huh, why aren't the phlegm worms coming out?" Han Sheng asked, fiddling with the silver needles on Shanren's head.

"Try Jinmo again," Xiao Cuihua said worriedly.

Liu Jinmo was the same; no matter how much the silver needles stimulated him, the phlegm worms showed no reaction.

"Strange, I can't detect the phlegm worms inside him," Han Sheng said, pressing on the three acupoints on Liu Jinmo's wrist.

"What should we do?" Lan'er asked anxiously.

"Maybe they drank too much alcohol, and the phlegm worms are paralyzed," Han Sheng said, recalling Master Jin's experience of getting the Three Corpse Worms drunk.

Xiao Cuihua looked at Han Sheng with worried eyes.

"Try again at midnight tomorrow," Han Sheng comforted her.

In the morning, Han Sheng and his group bid farewell to Nika and the disabled mother and child, and the GAZ-51 truck continued along the Hunan-Sichuan line towards Sichuan, then Yunnan and northwestern Yunnan. For several days, they traveled through towering mountains and deep valleys. Every night at midnight, Han Sheng would perform acupuncture on Wu Chushanren and Liu Jinmo, but he still didn't see the phlegm worms emerge.

Having crossed the Minjiang and Yalong Rivers, by dusk, the Jinsha River Gorge and the vast, white Meili Snow Mountain could be seen in the distance.

"It's truly magnificent," Wu Chushanren exclaimed, standing atop the cliff, gazing at the breathtaking mountain and canyon scenery bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun. The

mountain wind ruffled Hansheng's hair as he silently observed the ancient and desolate winter landscape of northwestern Yunnan. His thoughts drifted back to the lush, vibrant Jiangnan region, to his childhood village of Wuyuan, to his carefree childhood… But now he was forced to flee to this remote place, carrying Lan'er and burdening many others, all because of the *Qingnang Jing* and that tattered sheepskin… "Hansheng," Wu Chushanren asked worriedly, "I've been wanting to ask you these past few days, why are we fleeing to Yunnan? This place has always been a wild and untamed land, a place of exile. Some people from the Central Plains migrated here to escape war. What serious trouble have you encountered?"

Now that things had come to this, Han Sheng had no choice but to tell the truth, recounting the old lama Danba's instructions, the old sheepskin containing the mysterious numbers, and what had happened afterward.

"Who exactly are those people chasing you in the capital?" Wu Chushanren asked.

Han Sheng shook his head, saying, "Huang Jianguo was involved, even dragging Mingyue along. This group had cars and weapons; I heard they were government officials."

Wu Chushanren pondered for a long time, then said, "If they were government officials, even if we hid in the Hengduan Mountains, we might not have been able to escape. It seems the key to all this revolves around that old sheepskin from the old lama Danba. What secret is hidden on it?"

"Just a few sets of numbers," Han Sheng replied.

"What numbers?" Wu Chushanren asked疑惑地问道.

"Following the old lama Danba's instructions, I didn't look at the rest; I only know that the top set only has four numbers: '8341'," Han Sheng recalled.

“8341…” Wu Chushan muttered these numbers repeatedly, his hands behind his back, racking his brains for their meaning, but still couldn’t grasp it.

“8341? What business do you have with them?” Liu Jinmo walked over and, hearing Wu Chushan mention these numbers, asked.

“You know 8341?” Wu Chushan asked in surprise.

“Of course I know, I’ve even dealt with them.” Liu Jinmo said casually.

“What is that?” Han Sheng asked nervously.

“Unit 8341, the Central Guard Regiment of the Communist Party of China.” Liu Jinmo replied.

Xiao Yanfang and Huang Jianguo traveled day and night along the Hunan-Guizhou Highway to Yunnan, crossing the Wumeng Mountains, passing through Qujing and Malong to reach Kunming. After a short rest, they passed through Chuxiong, Dali, and Heqing to reach Lijiang, then crossed Tiger Leaping Gorge and headed straight for Zhongdian in Diqing Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture, the legendary “Shangri-La,” the Shangri-La described by the British writer James Hilton—Tibetan for 'paradise on earth'.

They checked into the government guesthouse and immediately called Beijing, but the leader was not there; the secretary said he would call back later.

To Huang Jianguo's surprise, the mountains, valleys, and plains of Zhongdian were dotted with Tibetan Buddhist temples of the Yellow, Red, and White schools. Which school did the Danba Lama belong to?

"The Danba Lama is from the Karma Kagyu school of the White School, so as long as we keep an eye on the White School temples, Han Sheng and his group will definitely go there," Huang Jianguo analyzed.

Xiao Yanfang glanced at him and said, "Back then, the Geda Living Buddha made a prophecy in a lama temple by the Jinsha River about a place called 'Blue Moon Valley.' After liberation, people were secretly sent, even air force helicopters, to search for it, but they never found the valley or the lama temple; they all disappeared."

"The local government and the Tibetan people don't know either?" Huang Jianguo asked suspiciously.

“The Hengduan Mountains are snow-capped peaks stretch for thousands of miles, rarely visited by humans. Nobody knows about them, so finding ‘Blue Moon Valley’ is almost impossible,” Xiao Yanfang said

, her voice filled with frustration. Huang Jianguo thought for a moment and slowly said, “Our goal isn’t to find that Lama temple, but to capture Hansheng, isn’t it?”

“So what?” Xiao Yanfang retorted.

Huang Jianguo chuckled and said, “In Poyang County, Hansheng’s GAZ-51 truck was only a few hours ahead of us. And trucks can’t keep up with cars in terms of speed. If you hadn’t insisted on waiting for the rain and staying an extra night, we would have caught up with them.”

A chill ran through Xiao Yanfang. It seemed Huang Jianguo had already put a grudge against her. If the operation failed, this kid would definitely blame her when they returned to Beijing. Fine, Huang Jianguo, you’re courting death, so you absolutely cannot let him leave Shambhala alive.

Xiao Yanfang plotted in her mind, her killing intent already palpable.

“Even so, our car should still catch up with the truck, but it didn’t. There’s only one possibility: we’ve gotten ahead, and Hansheng and the others haven’t arrived yet, or they were delayed along the way,” Huang Jianguo said.

Xiao Yanfang’s face was as cold as ice. “Go on,” she said.

Huang Jianguo glanced at her and continued, “I’ve carefully checked the map. There are only three routes into northwestern Yunnan. The western route comes down from Linzhi in southern Tibet, but this route can be ruled out because Hansheng traveled from east to west. The southeastern route towards Dali and Lijiang is the main road, a shortcut from Jiangxi, Hunan, and Guizhou into Yunnan. We’ve been following this route, but we haven’t found any trace of the truck. The northern route is a dangerous road from Sichuan and Chongqing, difficult to travel in winter, so it’s also less likely. In conclusion, Hansheng only has two routes to take: the southeast or the north. As long as we divide our forces to guard these two routes into Yunnan, we can wait for him to come to us. We won’t have trouble catching him.”

Xiao Yanfang sneered, but in her heart, she thought the young man was right.

"I suggest that you and I each take a few men and guard these two routes separately. Only in this way can we be absolutely certain of success. Otherwise, if Hansheng escapes, and if he already knows the location of 'Blue Moon Valley' from Danba Lama, we'll never find him," Huang Jianguo said.

Xiao Yanfang pondered for a long time. This was the only feasible plan at the moment. Anyway, the commander had instructed that after the mission was accomplished, aside from silencing Huang Jianguo, it wouldn't hurt to let him do some work first.

Huang Jianguo calmly looked at Xiao Yanfang, thinking to himself, "I knew this transvestite would send me to the northern route, while he guarded the most likely southeastern route. Hmph, actually, Hansheng must have taken the Hunan-Sichuan route to western Hunan. Mingyue said that the ancestor was from there, and Hansheng had some cronies there, so it's inevitable that he would visit them on the way." Her father-in-law was certain he was heading to Shambhala, so she concluded Han Sheng must have come from the mountainous region of Sichuan and Yunnan. More importantly, by capturing Han Sheng and gaining merit, she could change her father-in-law's opinion, perhaps even saving his marriage with Dongdong and prolonging his career. Of course, she first needed to interrogate the Living Buddha of Geda about his prophecy: was she the one who would rule the Central Plains within 60 years? Was the Taiji Yin Yun just superstition or merely a beautiful legend…? "Huang Jianguo, take the jeep and guard the northern route," Xiao Yanfang ordered.

"Ring…" The telephone in the room rang, and Xiao Yanfang picked up the receiver.

On the other end was the commander. Xiao Yanfang nervously reported the situation.

"Xiao Yanfang, listen, Huang Jianguo's father, Huang Qianhui, has also left Beijing and will arrive at your guesthouse tonight. Remember, regardless of whether the mission succeeds or fails, you must eliminate both father and son." The commander's voice was extremely cold, and Xiao Yanfang felt a chill run down her spine.

As night fell, Huang Qianhui arrived at the county government guesthouse, travel-worn.

"Dad, what brings you here?" Huang Jianguo asked in surprise from inside the room.

Huang Qianhui chuckled, "The commander sent me. He said I have rich experience in class struggle and I'm here to help you capture Han Sheng."

Huang Jianguo was suspicious; he wondered what his father-in-law was up to this time, and decided to be careful.

Huang Qianhui pulled a small metal box from his pocket, opened the lid, and inside were ten small white capsules.

"These are ten hydrocyanic acid capsules that the commander specially brought for me. Because Han Sheng has many skilled fighters around him, like Master Jin and others, we probably can't handle them. So, we secretly put them in their drinking water or food. No matter how high their martial arts skills, they will die instantly, and it won't be detectable. The symptoms are exactly the same as a myocardial infarction." Huang Qianhui closed the box and handed it to his son.

A chill ran through Huang Jianguo. The struggles in officialdom were truly cruel and bloody. Strike first, the strong prey on the weak; a single misstep could lead to an unexplained death.

The next morning, Huang Jianguo and his son took the jeep to the Sichuan-Yunnan North Road to lie in ambush, while Xiao Yanfang and others monitored vehicles coming from Lijiang.

Zhongdian, formerly known as "Nirizong," meaning "City of Sun and Moon," was a vital trade route between Sichuan and India during the Qin Dynasty. The Sichuan-Yunnan Road traversed towering mountains, winding for thousands of miles through deep valleys shrouded in mist and miasma, historically known as the "Shu-Shendu Road." Wu Sangui, the Prince of Pingxi, once stationed troops here, making it an impregnable fortress.

In July of that year, Ms. Liu Manqing, a female explorer, was commissioned by the Republic of China government to travel from Nanjing to Zhongdian for an investigation. She arrived in Diqing in 1930. In her travelogue "The Journey to Kangzang," she wrote: "Traveling west from Lijiang, the road was all steep cliffs and precipices, like climbing a ladder to heaven. Old cypress trees intertwined their branches, and all year round, clouds and mist shrouded the area, making it impossible for travelers and horses to see the end of the road. I almost thought that I was about to enter a mysterious world. But three days later, I suddenly saw a vast plain, clear wind and bright moon, with fragrant grasses reaching the sky, full of yellow flowers, herds of cattle and sheep, and curtains of grass. Further on, a city appeared, with wisps of smoke rising from chimneys. It was as if the fisherman of Wuling had mistakenly entered a paradise. What is this place? It is Zhongdian County, on the border of Yunnan and Kangzang." "

Zhongdian and Lijiang are separated by the Jinsha River. This place is located at the southernmost tip of the snowy plateau, at an altitude of over 3,000 meters. Looking north, the peaks stretch endlessly, and a winding road leads straight down to Sichuan. Han Sheng must come from here, Huang Jianguo firmly believes this.

Chapter 277

Ye Lao and Mingyue carried two large bamboo baskets filled with the Red-Eyed Shadow Bat family. They traveled westward on freight trucks. Fortunately, Mingyue was exceptionally beautiful, and almost every truck stopped when she waved. However, Ye Lao could never get into the driver's seat and had to climb onto the truck bed alone, enduring the wind, sun, and rain.

Ye Lao sighed and sat on the truck bed, occasionally taking out his thousand-year-old nasal mucus—the Golden Lilac—to play with, imagining his future appearance. Every time he did this, a happy smile would appear on his face.

They traveled day and night, crossing Hunan and Guizhou, and soon they could see the continuous snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Ye Lao stared at them, mesmerized by the thousand-year-old nasal mucus ." Memories from before gradually surfaced... On the horizon stood the majestic Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, Qulu Snow Mountain, Haba Snow Mountain, Meili Snow Mountain, Tianbao Snow Mountain, and Zhongdian Great Snow Mountain. Below, like emeralds, lay the high-altitude lakes of Dongtu, Ajiagang, Shuduhai, Dugeza, Kangsiri, and Yakagang. The words from the Tibetan scriptures, "Guide to the Kingdom of Shambhala," echoed in his ears: "The journey to Shambhala is arduous and difficult, yet the heart is filled with boundless joy..."

A blue moon hung in the night sky, bathing the valley in a pale blue light. The sacred conch shell horn resounded solemnly from the lama temple... The entrance to Blue Moon Valley could only be seen on a clear night, at midnight. Ye Lao remembered.

The setting sun painted the snow-capped mountains on the horizon with a golden hue.

The truck stopped, and Mingyue jumped out. The driver, a young Khampa man, asked, "Fat Golden Sister, will I ever see you again?" "He said sincerely.

Mingyue smiled and shook her head, watching the truck drive away.

"Where could Hansheng and the others be?" Mingyue asked softly.

Old Master Ye looked up at the sky, shook his head and said, "It's been a thousand years, many things have changed. I need to see familiar scenery to find 'Blue Moon Valley'."

Night fell, and a bonfire blazed on the plain below the highway. A group of Tibetan men and women danced the Guozhuang dance around it, their songs high-pitched and ancient, carrying a sense of desolation.

Ye Lao and Mingyue, carrying bamboo baskets, walked over. The hospitable Khampa men, captivated by Mingyue's beauty, invited her to join the bonfire party. Ye Lao, however, was ignored. Finally, an old woman came, placed a bowl of butter tea on the table, and left without a word.

Ye Lao, looking dejected, pulled out some golden cloves… Mingyue was gradually infected by the Tibetans' enthusiastic spirit; her depression and unhappiness of the past few days vanished, and she swayed to the joyful rhythm.

Ye Lao played with his nasal mucus for a while, then, finding it uninteresting, opened the bamboo basket and released the yin bats.

The leader, draped in a riding cape, flapped his wings and soared into the night sky, leading the Shadow Bats to hunt for food… The area they circled widened, and they flew farther and farther until they finally spotted the jeep. In the darkness, two men were leaning against the jeep, chatting… The Shadow Bat leader recognized them. Both men had been to Wolong Valley. The younger one was the murderer who led the group into the valley, poisoning the hair of many Shadow Bats. Enemies meeting again, their eyes blazed with fury. In a fit of rage, the leader let out a loud squeak and then led the Shadow Bats in a swooping descent… Like a whirlwind, a powerful gust of wind swept in. Before Huang Jianguo and his son could react, they felt a numb, painful sensation on their heads and cheeks, letting out screams of terror. When they touched their heads, they found them bald, sticky with bloodstains, and even their beards, eyebrows, and nose hairs were gone.

The two young men inside the vehicle had never seen so many bats attack people before. Terrified, they tightly closed the jeep's doors and windows, peering out fearfully.

After being plucked of all their feathers, the bats soared and circled above the jeep, unwilling to leave.

"I recognize them! These are bats from Wolong Valley. That leader is even still wearing that tattered cloth," Huang Jianguo said, still panting.

"Haha, what does that mean?" Huang Qiansui suddenly burst into maniacal laughter.

Huang Jianguo was startled, then immediately realized: "It means Hansheng is nearby!"

"Yes, they've reached Zhongdian. As long as we follow the bats, we'll definitely find Hansheng's whereabouts," Huang Qiansui said confidently.

"Maybe we can find 'Blue Moon Valley' and that Lama temple," Huang Jianguo excitedly agreed.

"Get in the car." Huang Qiansui opened the door, and the father and son jumped in.

The bat leader circled a few more times, then finally led the swarm away in defeat.

"Keep up, hurry up!" Huang Jianguo urged.

The jeep drove along the road. Although it was already dark, the bats hadn't strayed far from the road, so they remained within sight.

Ahead was a flat area where a group of Tibetans were having a bonfire dinner, the air filled with the aroma of roasted mutton.

The bats landed one after another in a corner of the flat area.

The jeep slowly stopped beside the road under the cover of darkness, and Huang Jianguo picked up his binoculars.

In the firelight, the first thing that appeared in the lens was a thin, withered old man, with two large bamboo baskets beside him, and several bats gliding into the baskets.

"Mingyue!" Huang Jianguo exclaimed. He would never forget that slender, familiar figure in the lens, especially since her Jiangnan attire was so out of place among the Tibetans.

"Oh, Mingyue is here too?" Huang Qianhui said in surprise.

"Strange, why are there no other Han Chinese besides her and that withered old man? Han Sheng isn't here," Huang Jianguo said in surprise.

"Without Han Sheng, we shouldn't alert him," Huang Qiansui pondered.

Huang Jianguo recalled what happened that night in Poyang. Now he slowly understood. His father-in-law had intentionally let Mingyue hide in the room to eavesdrop, then incited him to say things that would hurt Mingyue's feelings, in order to achieve his goal of possessing her. But Mingyue didn't give in. What did this mean? Mingyue must still remember Huang Jianguo... A strange smile appeared on Huang Jianguo's face. Yes, he had to win Mingyue over to understand Han Sheng's situation. "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." With his dashing appearance and elegant speech, he was absolutely confident in dealing with this naive young girl.

Thinking of this, Huang Jianguo pushed open the car door and resolutely stepped towards the roaring campfire.

Around the campfire, several Khampa men were drinking barley wine around Mingyue. They had never seen such a beautiful Han girl before. Girls from the plateau were generally dark-skinned with a purplish-red hue, rough skin, and yellow teeth, especially their eyes, which lacked the delicate beauty of girls from Jiangnan.

"Mingyue!" Huang Jianguo called out in surprise and delight.

Mingyue was startled, then slowly turned her head… "It's me, Jianguo." Huang Jianguo knew that changing Mingyue's opinion of him would take some effort.

A shadow fell over Mingyue's face. She silently turned her face away, picked up a bowl of barley wine, and drank it all in one gulp, tears welling in her eyes.

The Khampa men, their faces flushed, stood up abruptly. They first looked at Mingyue: "Girl, do you know this bald Han man?"

Mingyue trembled, then gently shook her head.

With a loud thud, a Khampa man's fist struck Huang Jianguo's nose, blood slowly trickling down his nostrils. Another man's fist landed on his abdomen, causing him to double over in pain. Then, a kick to his buttocks sent him sprawling to the ground. Lying prone,

Huang Jianguo still held his hand to catch the dripping blood under his nose, secretly smearing it on his cheek, making his face appear badly injured.

"Mingyue, even if Jianguo dies, he must see you one last time, otherwise he will die with regrets," Huang Jianguo said tragically, raising his face.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Mingyue turned around and was shocked to see Huang Jianguo's face covered in blood. "You, you... you're injured..."

"Mingyue, I can't go on. You have to let me finish. Why did the commander make you stay in the inner room and eavesdrop on our conversation? Because he deliberately used my father as a hostage to threaten me. For my father's safety, Jianguo had no choice but to say those hurtful things against his will. Actually, he set up a vicious trap to make you give up on me. So, Jianguo will tell you the truth even if it kills him." Huang Jianguo said breathlessly.

"Then why did you hold my hand down and let that beast climb on top of me to humiliate me?" Mingyue said indignantly.

"Mingyue, don't you understand? Jianguo knows perfectly well that your Zhuyou Divine Skill is invincible. How could a mere commander do anything to you? That's why I did it on purpose, so that I could neither hurt you nor harm my father." Huang Jianguo feigned grief and indignation.

Mingyue looked at Huang Jianguo, whose face was covered in blood, sighed, and said, "Jianguo, go. Mingyue never wants to have anything to do with your Huang family again in this life."

Huang Jianguo said with great grievance, "Mingyue, Jianguo doesn't understand why this happened?"

"Alas, Jianguo, your Huang family sent poisoned mooncakes to kill Mingyue. Mingyue survived, but her heart is dead. Go." Mingyue said without turning her head.

Huang Jianguo became anxious and argued, "That was my father, not me, Huang Jianguo. Besides, he has regretted it countless times and has always wanted to repent to you in person."

Mingyue stopped talking and silently drank alone.

The Khampa men understood that this Han girl didn't want to pay attention to this bald man, but he was persistent. So they all drew short knives from their waists and surrounded him.

Seeing that things were not going well, Huang Jianguo got up and said to Mingyue, "Mingyue, my father is here too. He wants to express his remorse to you in person. Wait a moment..." With that, he ran towards the road.

"Father, go and confess to Mingyue immediately about poisoning her, and kneel down," Huang Jianguo said hastily.

"What did you say? You want me to kneel before her! Are you crazy?" Huang Qiansui roared in anger.

"Father, Han Xin endured the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs to become a great general. Can't you endure this for a moment, to capture Han Sheng, for the ten-year agreement with the Central Plains?" Huang Jianguo questioned sharply.

Huang Qiansui sighed deeply, resigned to his fate, for his son's sake.

By the campfire, Huang Qiansui knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down his face: "Miss Mingyue, Huang Qiansui has come to apologize..."

The Khampa men were all bewildered to see another middle-aged bald man kneeling before a Han girl.

Mingyue was in turmoil, at a loss for what to do. She glanced at Huang Qiansui, unsure what to do.

Huang Qianhui thought to himself, "My son is indeed something else. He'll stop at nothing to achieve his goals, even forcing his father to kneel. My father isn't going to hold back either; he'll go even further." With that thought, he called out, "Huang Qianhui, the director of the Wuyuan County Revolutionary Committee, kowtows to you." Then, he actually started kowtowing loudly.

Huang Jianguo was extremely impressed; his father had gone to such lengths. He was truly impressed.

"Sigh... what exactly does your Huang family want?" Mingyue sighed.

"I want to marry you," Huang Jianguo declared firmly.

"Mingyue, don't be fooled! They're so despicable; they must be up to no good." Old Master Ye rushed over and shouted, swinging his arms at the Huang father and son.

Mingyue stood up and said softly, "Old Master Ye, forget it. Let Mingyue talk to the Huang family today."

"Mingyue, let's talk privately," Huang Jianguo said, leading Mingyue towards the road.

Huang Qiansui hurriedly got up and followed, his bald forehead already chafed and bleeding.

Knowing Mingyue's martial arts were high, Ye Lao wasn't worried about her safety. He reached out and touched his bald head, muttering to himself, "These days, why are there so many bald people?"

Chapter 278:

Early morning, white clouds swirled among the mountains, the air was cool, and the golden sunlight warmly shone on them. The sky was a deep blue, seemingly close at hand.

Last night, they stayed at a simple rural lama temple. An old lama in patched red robes warmly welcomed these Han Chinese from afar, along with their two large dogs and a litter of puppies.

Under the light of the butter lamp, Han Sheng took out the heavy, purplish-red prayer beads that Master Jin had given him from the old lama Danba.

"Master, do you know this prayer bead string?" Han Sheng asked.

The old lama took the prayer beads, surprised, and said, "These are no ordinary prayer beads. Where did you obtain them, benefactor?" "

They were given to me by Lama Danba," Han Sheng replied.

The old lama brought over a basin of water, dropped the beads into it, and after a moment, rubbed them with his hands. The purplish-red color faded, revealing the beads' true nature—a natural pale blue. Han Sheng had never seen such a beautiful and pure color before, a color that brought a sense of coolness to his heart.

"These are made from eclogite from very deep underground in Shambhala. They are extremely rare. Even I have never seen them before. Legend has it that this kind of stone only exists in 'Blue Moon Valley,'" the old lama said, gently stroking the beads.

"Blue Moon Valley?" Han Sheng exclaimed, "What a beautiful name!" "

Yes, legend says it's the 'Navel of the Earth,' where an ancient Karma Kagyu temple stands, but no one has ever found this magical valley," the old lama said with a smile.

"What is the 'Navel of the Earth'?" Han Sheng asked, puzzled.

The old lama's eyes shone with admiration as he said, "The earth's conception is like a mother's womb, the eye of heaven and earth's spirit, seeing through all things."

Han Sheng thought for a moment and asked, "Can it predict the future of humanity?"

"Of course, the Rinpoche in that ancient lama temple can predict the vicissitudes of life," the old lama answered confidently.

"How can I find 'Blue Moon Valley'?" Han Sheng asked longingly.

"No one can find it," the old lama shook his head.

Han Sheng stood on the hillside, the cool highland breeze caressing his face. He recalled his conversation with the red-robed old lama last night, and a sense of relief slowly settled in his heart. Worldly matters are often beyond reach. Shambhala, this is a magical land; knowing this is enough.

"Child, go to Meili Snow Mountain. It might be closer to the legendary 'Blue Moon Valley'," the red-robed old lama appeared behind him unnoticed.

"Meili Snow Mountain?" Han Sheng repeated.

"That's a sacred mountain in the hearts of Tibetans, but you have to walk there. There are no roads for cars. Perhaps..." the old lama said.

Han Sheng's clear eyes gazed at the old lama in red.

"Perhaps your prayer beads will resonate with the eclogite spirits of 'Blue Moon Valley'," the old lama said with a mysterious smile.

Mingyue followed Huang Jianguo to the highway.

"Let's talk in the jeep," Huang Jianguo said, opening the door. His two subordinates discreetly left, standing guard on the side of the road.

“Since you left that night, Jianguo has made up his mind to find Mingyue, tell her the truth, marry her, and then elope to a place where neither the chief nor Dongdong can find us, to live a simple life together, farming and weaving.” Huang Jianguo spoke a long, emotional speech, then tightly grasped Mingyue’s hands, which were icy cold… Mingyue gently pulled away and said calmly, “No, Jianguo, our past is over. Today is the last time we will meet. After I find Hansheng, retrieve Granny Wang’s remains, and send her to Hong Kong to be buried with the one she loves, Mingyue will disappear forever.”

Huang Jianguo thought to himself, so she hasn’t seen Hansheng yet.

“Waaah…” Huang Jianguo cried bitterly, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

“I truly love you… Waaah.” Huang Jianguo sobbed.

“Our relationship is over. Mingyue is leaving.” Mingyue opened the car door and left without looking back.

“How is it, Jianguo?” Huang Qiansui jumped into the car and asked anxiously.

Huang Jianguo immediately stopped crying and said calmly, "Mingyue hasn't met Hansheng yet. As long as we keep an eye on her, we'll definitely catch Hansheng."

Mingyue, her face grim and tears welling in her eyes, walked back to Ye Lao's side and said softly, "Let's go."

"That bad boy didn't bully you, did he?" Ye Lao asked her with concern.

Mingyue didn't answer and silently picked up the bamboo basket.

Ye Lao shook his head and also put the bamboo basket on his back. The two of them, along with the Yin Bats, walked along the mountain path in the northwest, deeper into the mountains, by the moonlight.

Behind them, the Huang family father and son and their two subordinates followed at a distance, while the jeep was abandoned by the roadside.

Under the moonlight, Ye Lao vaguely remembered the snow-capped mountain from a thousand years ago, and Blue Moon Valley was at the foot of that mountain beside a sapphire-like lake.

"Ye Lao, do you really remember the events of a thousand years ago?" Old Cuihua woke up, yawned, and then spoke inside Ye Lao's body.

"Of course I remember. Back then, I was young, handsome, and a bit fat. Every day, besides chanting scriptures, I would also grow some rice and vegetables. I lived a carefree life," the old monk sighed.

"If it's so pleasant, why come back to Guandong?" Old Cuihua asked, puzzled.

"Isn't it all for our Yelü family? I escaped, and thankfully, Yelü Abaoji appointed me as the Imperial Preceptor. I certainly had my moment of glory." Old Yelü was lost in happy memories of the past.

"So it's because you're still attached to worldly desires," Old Cuihua said disdainfully.

Han Sheng decided to walk deeper into the Tibetan region.

Feng Sheng and the driver, Xiao Zhao, bid farewell to Han Sheng. Feng Sheng held Han Sheng's hand earnestly and said, "Han Sheng, you're a good person, but your fingerprints—ten fingers with four arches, two reverse loops, and four upright loops—this highly abnormal fingerprint combination has a probability of three in a million. It's a 47-chromosome syndrome. Not only will you be unable to have children for life, but you'll also encounter unexpected misfortunes. Believe me, this is an authoritative conclusion drawn from statistics by the Ministry of Public Security. You must be very careful."

Han Sheng smiled and said, "Thank you, Feng Sheng. I will be careful. I'll remember your great help along the way on this trip south. Perhaps we'll meet again someday."

Feng Sheng's eyes welled up with tears. He turned and got into the driver's seat. With a horn blast, the GAZ-51 truck gradually disappeared into the distance.

Han Sheng and his group began their long trek on foot. Lan'er carried the puppies in a bamboo basket behind her, while Benben and Heimei, who had recovered from their injuries, silently followed behind.

The GAZ-51 truck passed through Zhongdian and headed towards Lijiang, intending to return to Hebei along the Yunnan-Guizhou-Hunan highway. Just as they left the county town, they were spotted by Xiao Yanfang's group, who were waiting there.

"The GAZ-51 actually came out of the county town. There are only two people in the truck, and Han Sheng is nowhere to be seen," her subordinate reported.

"This means they might have taken the Sichuan-Yunnan route. Han Sheng must have reached Zhongdian by now. Huang Jianguo's group should have noticed something. In any case, chase after them and intercept the truck," Xiao Yanfang ordered.

A black Shanghai-plated sedan accelerated and soon caught up with the GAZ-51, overtaking it and stopping in front. Xiao Yanfang and her group jumped out and blocked the truck.

"What are you doing?" Feng Sheng leaned out and questioned.

Xiao Yanfang sneered, "What are you doing? Get out of the car." She then waved her hand, and two men came up, threatening them with guns. Feng Sheng and Xiao Zhao had no choice but to jump out of the car. "

Where is Han Sheng?" Xiao Yanfang asked.

"Who are you? Show me your identification," Feng Sheng retorted defiantly.

"I'll ask you one more time, where is Han Sheng?" Xiao Yanfang said viciously.

"I'll ask you one more time too, who exactly are you people?" Feng Sheng didn't back down.

"Cuff him!" Xiao Yanfang ordered, and two subordinates approached with handcuffs.

"Stop, I'm from the Criminal Investigation Bureau of the Ministry of Public Security..." Feng Sheng resisted.

Xiao Yanfang suddenly struck, slapping Feng Sheng on the back of the neck. Feng Sheng felt a blackout and fainted.

"Where is Han Sheng?" Xiao Yanfang turned around, staring at Xiao Zhao with a sinister smile.

Xiao Zhao had never seen anything like this before and stammered, "He's...he's...on the way to Meili Snow Mountain."

Xiao Yanfang struck again, knocking down the driver Xiao Zhao, and ordered, "Immediately pursue them towards Meili Snow Mountain." Everyone got into the car, turned around, and drove back through Zhongdian County.

"Look, isn't that our jeep?" the driver of the small car said, pointing to the roadside.

The car stopped, and Xiao Yanfang went to the jeep. It was empty, and the hood was cold, indicating it had been parked there all night.

"Huang Jianguo must have discovered Han Sheng's trail. They've been chasing him. Go ask him where this northwest road leads," Xiao Yanfang pointed to the winding mountain road below the highway and ordered her subordinate to inquire with the locals.

A moment later, her subordinate returned, panting, and said, "It leads to Meili Snow Mountain."

Xiao Yanfang sneered. "Well, Huang Jianguo, you've gotten ahead of me."

"Abandon the vehicle. Everyone, pursue along this mountain road," she commanded.

Meili Snow Mountain, also known as Prince Snow Mountain, is located in the central Hengduan Mountains between the Nujiang and Lancang Rivers. It boasts 13 snow-capped peaks with an average altitude exceeding 6,000 meters, collectively known as the "Thirteen Peaks of Prince Snow Mountain." The main peak, Kawagebo, reaches a height of 6,740 meters, making it the highest peak in Yunnan. Its shape resembles a majestic, towering pyramid, and the perpetual sea of clouds adds to its mystique.

The main peak, Kawagebo, is shaped like eight radiant stupas, with an inner cluster of thousands of Buddhas seemingly chanting scriptures. Thousands of powerful dakinis (female deities) are said to hover in all directions, and those with good karma are believed to experience countless miracles when they worship there. However, those who worship with sinful hearts are unlikely to have their wishes fulfilled.

Ye Lao and Mingyue, carrying bamboo baskets, walked and stopped intermittently. At dawn, they finally arrived at the foot of Meili Snow Mountain and saw a gray-tiled temple nestled among pine trees, with wisps of smoke rising from its chimney.

"What is that place?" Mingyue asked.

Old Master Ye shook his head and said, "Oh, so there isn't one. Come, let's go take a look."

The temple gate plaque read "Tabalin Temple" in both Tibetan and Chinese. Upon entering, they saw several nuns in red robes sprinkling water and sweeping the courtyard. This was the only Tibetan Buddhist nunnery in Yunnan, originally built during the Yongzheng era. The nuns there were mostly skilled in martial arts, self-sufficient in farming and weaving, living in seclusion.

"Alas, they are all so thin and frail," Old Master Ye sighed with regret.

"Where do you come from, benefactor?" a middle-aged nun stepped forward and asked with her palms together.

Mingyue bowed and replied, "This humble nun comes from the nameless nunnery in Wuyuan, Jiangxi."

Old Master Ye muttered softly, "This old monk comes from Huanglong Prefecture in Guandong."

The middle-aged nun's face changed drastically upon hearing this, and she said nervously, "You come from the East?"

"Indeed," Old Master Ye chuckled.

The middle-aged nun, noticing their weary appearance and damp trousers, said with a quick glance, "You came to the nunnery this morning, you must have traveled here by night. Please come with me for a vegetarian meal."

Elder Ye didn't need to eat, but Mingyue was both hungry and thirsty, and she eagerly began to eat as soon as they arrived at the dining hall.

"Mingyue, something seems a bit strange here," Elder Ye whispered.

"What's strange?" Mingyue asked, looking at Elder Ye with suspicion.

"This nunnery seems very wary of people from the Central Plains. Look at that thin nun, she seems extremely nervous," Elder Ye muttered.

"Then let's hurry and leave," Mingyue said, swallowing the last mouthful of tsampa.

Outside the temple, in the pine forest, Huang Jianguo and his son, along with two subordinates, sat on the ground, panting heavily. Their legs were weak from walking all night.

"Mingyue and Elder Ye went into the temple, could Hansheng be hiding here?" Huang Jianguo said.

"Calm down, let's observe first," Huang Qiansui said, rubbing his chest.

“Two guests from the East, Guru Gema requests your presence,” the middle-aged nun in red said calmly as she approached, though her eyes betrayed her fear and tension.

Yela and Mingyue, carrying bamboo baskets, followed her to the nunnery behind the Green Tara Temple.

Guru Gema was an elderly nun, hunched over on the bed, her red robes patched, with long, snow-white eyebrows above a pair of deep blue eyes, a high nose, and a sharp chin—she didn't look like someone from the Central Plains.

“You’ve finally arrived,” the old nun said, then coughed several times.

Mingyue exclaimed in surprise, “Guru, we’ve traveled a long way, how can you say we’ve finally arrived?”

“Yes, this old monk doesn’t know you,” Yela said, shaking his head.

“Look at the verses on the wall,” said Gema, catching his breath.

Mingyue and Yela put down their bamboo baskets, their puzzled gazes falling on the wall where a calligraphy scroll hung, written in both Han and Tibetan scripts, the strokes neat and the ink elegant.

“It was a year of the dragon. Monks and nuns came from the East, and evil would descend upon Tabaling Monastery. When Mingyue returned to Kawagebo, after the calamity, the guardian spirit of King Gesar awakened.” Mingyue recited the words clearly, but didn’t understand their meaning.

“Master, what does this verse mean?” Mingyue asked respectfully.

Gema smiled wryly and said, “It is currently a year of the dragon in the Central Plains. You two, a monk and a nun, have come from afar in the East, and you will bring a calamity to Tabaling Monastery.”

“We bring a calamity? But we were just passing through… Besides, what about the guardian spirit of King Gesar?” Mingyue was even more confused.

The old nun explained, “Legend has it that during the time of Songtsen Gampo, Kawagebo was a wicked mountain that committed countless evil deeds. The Tantric master Padmasambhava endured eight great tribulations, overcoming all kinds of suffering, and finally subdued the mountain god of Kawagebo. He then took the lay vows, reformed his ways, and converted to Buddhism, becoming a valiant general under Gesar, the son of a thousand Buddhas, and also the guardian deity of Gesar, the Lion King of Lingga, the son of a thousand Buddhas. Young lady, what is your Dharma name?”

“Mingyue,” Mingyue blurted out, momentarily stunned.

“It’s fate… ‘When Mingyue returns to Kawagebo…’” the old nun murmured.

Old Ye shook his withered, bald head, muttering, "Evil? This old monk is not evil at all."

Old Nun Gema slowly said, "This old monk is surrounded by yin energy; isn't that evil?"

"Nonsense! I am Old Cuihua, the revered healer of Guandong!" Old Cuihua suddenly appeared on Old Ye's back, furious.

Old Nun Gema was startled by the old dwarf with a mouthful of yellow teeth, exclaiming in astonishment, "It's already formed!"

A row of nuns in red robes stood outside the door, each wielding a curved knife and a club. The middle-aged nun at the head shouted, "Master, let's fight these two demons!"

Gema let out a long sigh, saying, "The calamity has befallen Tabalin Temple; let's submit to fate."

"Exterminate the demons!" the middle-aged nun roared, wielding her club and smashing it down on Old Ye's head.

Old Ye was startled and quickly hid behind Mingyue.

Seeing the situation was dire, Mingyue immediately raised both palms and moved them horizontally, chanting an incantation as she unleashed the first move of the Zhuyou Divine Skill, "Ghost Wall."

The nuns' curved knives and clubs rained down, but they always bounced back after a distance of about a foot, never striking Mingyue or Elder Ye... The nuns were terrified and cried out, "Master, their sorcery is too powerful!"

"Enough, all of you stop. Tabalin Temple is no match for them," Elder Gema said weakly, waving her hand.

The nuns retreated in despair.

Mingyue lowered her hand and turned to Gema Laoni, saying, "Master, we mean no harm. Although I don't know the true meaning of this verse, please rest assured, we will never harm Tabaling Monastery."

Old Cuihua, clinging to Ye Lao's back, added, "That's right, I would never harm the innocent."

Gema Laoni nodded in confusion and slowly asked, "Miss Mingyue, what brings you to Tabaling Monastery?"

"We're here to find someone," Mingyue said.

"Whom are you looking for?" Gema Laoni asked.

"People from the Central Plains, one of them named Hansheng," Mingyue replied.

"There haven't been any Han Chinese from the Central Plains at this monastery recently," Gema Laoni said.

Mingyue looked at Ye Lao: "Ye Lao, in that case, let's go."

Ye Lao smiled strangely and said, "Let's leave after dark tonight."

Mingyue turned to Gema Laoni and asked, "Master, can we stay in the monastery until dark before leaving?"

"Please do," Gema Laoni replied.

“Thank you, Master,” Mingyue asked again, “Master’s eyes are so blue, they don’t seem like those of a Chinese person.”

“My father is American, and my mother is Tibetan,” Gema Nyima replied.

Ah, I see. Mingyue suddenly understood.

“Drolma, please take the two to the guest rooms to rest,” Gema Nyima instructed the middle-aged nun.

“Yes, Master,” Drolma replied.

Mingyue took a few steps, then turned back and said, “Master, can you tell me who wrote the verse on the wall?”

“My father, Geda Rinpoche,” Gema Nyima replied.

Chapter 279

Han Sheng and his group continued towards the towering snow-capped mountain. The mountain became increasingly steep, and in the distance, the snow-capped peaks were shrouded in mist. A rainbow arched across the sky. The high-altitude lakes they passed were crystal clear, with lush forests growing along their shores. Various exotic flowers, trees, and wild animals were everywhere. Benben and Heimei were very interested and always wanted to follow them deeper into the forest.

The sunset on the plateau was exceptionally colorful. The azure sky was bathed in golden sunlight, the clouds tinged with fiery red and edged with pale blue. Thirteen snow-capped peaks were shrouded in mist, reflecting thirteen faint rainbows. Verdant grasslands and a pool of turquoise water, like a sapphire, nestled at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. Wild yaks grazed leisurely, while a flock of large black crows stood on the bank drinking. The tranquil harmony of nature created a serene and peaceful scene.

"This is Meili Snow Mountain," Han Sheng exclaimed in admiration. "It truly is sacred and majestic."

Wu Chushan silently gazed at the snow-capped mountains under the setting sun and softly said, "Hansheng, the green mountains are beautiful, but they are not a place to linger."

Hansheng understood his uncle's meaning and couldn't help but sigh, "Uncle, I once aspired to be a good doctor who heals the sick, but life is often unpredictable. The appearance of the *Qingnang Jing* brought bloodshed. Hansheng and Lan'er lost our loved ones and were unwittingly drawn into the matter of the old lama Danba's will, resulting in us being hunted all the way to the snowy plateau. Hansheng only wants to live a peaceful life with Lan'er. When will this turbulent life end?"

Wu Chushan nodded and said, "Hansheng, the things hidden behind that old sheepskin of the Danba lama are extremely important. Someone is willing to pay any price to obtain it, and I'm afraid that those who know the truth will be silenced. That's why I'm always worried about your and Lan'er's safety."

"But what can we do now?" Hansheng said helplessly.

"There is a way," Wu Chushan pondered.

"What method?" Han Sheng asked anxiously.

"Make it public. Only by making all the numbers on that old sheepskin public, so that more people know, will your and Lan'er's danger be eliminated," Wu Chushanren said.

"But the old lama Danba instructed me on his deathbed not to let anyone know, and I already promised him," Han Sheng said hesitantly.

Wu Chushanren remained silent. He knew Han Sheng's character; he would rather be in danger himself than betray someone else's trust.

"Look, there are houses in the pine forest at the foot of the snow mountain, and there's even smoke rising from cooking fires," Lan'er said excitedly, pointing ahead.

"It looks like a temple," Jin Daozhang said, squinting as he gazed down the mountain.

"We might have to stay at a temple tonight," Liu Jinmo said.

"Jinmo, I'm craving wine," the old ancestor said, undeterred by the high-altitude winds, still bare-chested.

Wu Chushan nodded slightly and walked quickly towards the temple hidden among the green trees.

A group of black dots appeared in the twilight sky and flew towards them, getting closer and closer. "Squeak, squeak," a series of urgent chirps, so familiar... "Woof woof!" The big yellow dog, Benben, raised its head and barked loudly at the sky, causing the puppies in Lan'er's basket to bark wildly.

Han Sheng was stunned, staring intently at the sky.

The leader, wearing a riding cape, swooped down towards him with delight... Night fell, and the pine forest was pitch black.

"Han Sheng and the others have finally arrived." Huang Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Incredible! Han Sheng actually cured Wu Chushan and Liu Jinmo, those two comatose people! Jianguo, those two are seasoned veterans, not only are they shrewd in their dealings, but they are also ruthless in their actions. They should not be underestimated." Huang Qianhui said to his son with concern.

“Dad,” Huang Jianguo smiled slightly and said, “Although they outnumber us and are more skilled in martial arts, the disparity in strength is huge. However, they are in the open while we are in the shadows, which provides us with the initiative. We can catch them off guard and attack them unexpectedly. They will never expect that we will be lying in ambush in this remote Meili Snow Mountain. As the saying goes, ‘carelessness leads to the loss of Jingzhou.’ There are countless examples in history of defeating the many with the few and the strong with the weak. Just watch Jianguo.”

Huang Qianhui looked at his son approvingly, seeing his calm and composed demeanor in the face of a powerful enemy, and his decisive command. He already possessed the leadership qualities of someone who could conquer the Central Plains and rule the world.

“What are you planning to do?” Huang Qianhui asked.

Huang Jianguo said, "Dad, first we need to analyze who's friend and who's foe. The most important figures among them are Wu Chushan, Liu Jinmo, and Master Jin. They're all shrewd and highly skilled in martial arts, so we must eliminate them first. That androgynous old ancestor is all brawn and no brains, the little dwarf is practically useless, and Hansheng knows absolutely nothing about martial arts. The others, like Lan'er and the two infants, can be ignored."

"We must be wary of Mingyue and that withered old man Ye," Huang Qiansui reminded him.

Huang Jianguo chuckled and said, "Mingyue is simple-minded, so keeping her neutral shouldn't be a problem. She would never be an enemy of her son. As for that old man Ye, he's just a lunatic, nothing more than a coffin-stuff, nothing to worry about."

Huang Qiansui nodded; he trusted his son's judgment.

“Wait a minute, I’ll sneak into the temple under cover of darkness and poison the water tank in the kitchen. They’ll definitely be having dinner there. Hydrogen cyanide is the most potent poison in the world; one gram can kill a thousand people. Considering the dilution effect of the water in the tank, I’ll throw in seven or eight capsules, and I guarantee none of them will survive. The key is, how do we ensure Hansheng isn’t poisoned? Otherwise, it’ll be pointless,” Huang Jianguo said.

This was indeed a thorny problem, Huang Qiansui pondered.

“And Mingyue, after all, we had a first love; I can’t bear to poison her,”

Huang Jianguo said quietly. “We have to find a way to lure Hansheng out,” Huang Qiansui muttered to himself.

Huang Jianguo pondered, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

“You mean…” Huang Qiansui looked at his son with suspicion.

Huang Jianguo took the small metal box from his pocket, opened the lid, picked out eight hydrocyanic acid capsules, put them in his pocket, and handed the remaining two capsules and the box to his father. He said coldly, "After I poisoned them, I went to find Mingyue and devised a plan to lure Hansheng out of the temple. By the time we return, those people should all be dead."

"Jianguo, I'm afraid you'll be in danger," Huang Qianhui said worriedly.

"It's alright, Jianguo will be resourceful. I also brought a pistol for self-defense. You guys be ready to provide backup outside the temple." Huang Jianguo touched the small pistol, a No. 3 pistol from his father-in-law, which he had received from his waist.

Huang Jianguo looked at the night sky and said, "The time has come. I need to start the operation."

Like most Tibetan Buddhist temples, Tabalin Temple has no surrounding walls. The main hall and buildings are scattered along the edge of the woods, which is related to the simple and honest local customs.

Huang Jianguo identified a large, row-room house with smoke rising from its chimney—this must be the kitchen and dining room.

The moon hadn't yet risen above the mountains, and everything was shrouded in a hazy glow.

In the dim light of an oil lamp in the kitchen, two nuns in red robes were busy cooking and washing vegetables. Huang Jianguo slipped inside, his eyes immediately landing on a large water vat beside the stove.

"Esteemed benefactor, would you like some water?" one of the nuns in red robes asked warmly, assuming he was one of the group who had entered the temple that evening.

"Yes, I'm thirsty," Huang Jianguo replied casually, walking over to the vat. He took a bowl, filled it with water, and slowly sipped.

The nuns continued their work, and while they weren't looking, Huang Jianguo quietly pulled a capsule of hydrocyanic acid from his pocket and dropped it into the vat.

"Master, when can we eat?" Huang Jianguo asked politely.

A nun in red came over and ladled water into the pot, replying, "Almost done, we'll eat when the soup's ready."

Huang Jianguo thanked her and left the kitchen, thinking to himself, "So this is how easy it is to poison someone."

A noisy hall ahead was filled with voices. Huang Jianguo guessed that Han Sheng and his group were probably gathered there, so he straightened his clothes, puffed out his chest, and walked straight in.

Inside the Green Tara Hall, Han Sheng and the others were resting, as were Mingyue and Elder Ye.

Everyone was stunned when they saw the bald, eyebrowless young man enter through the gate… "Huang Jianguo!" Han Sheng exclaimed in utter surprise.

The old patriarch, his chest exposed, jumped off the stool: "Ah! You're Huang Jianguo? You bald scoundrel, how dare you come here to die…"

Wu Chushan, Liu Jinmo, and Daoist Jin were greatly alarmed, thinking, "Damn it, they've finally caught up. It looks like a tough battle is coming."

Huang Jianguo waved his hand, "Wait, I've been following Mingyue all along!" He looked at Mingyue and said loudly, "Mingyue, I don't care what the others here think, I swear to God, Huang Jianguo will marry you in this life!"

Huang Jianguo's sudden aura stunned everyone. Wu Chushan and Liu Jinmo exchanged a glance, and the two of them flashed outside the hall. Master Jin followed immediately. They found the surroundings quiet and without any ambushes. They checked the area again but found nothing unusual.

"Could this kid really have followed us alone?" Liu Jinmo asked suspiciously.

Wu Chushan pondered, "The situation is unclear. Let's stay outside the hall in case of any unforeseen circumstances."

Liu Jinmo nodded, and the two of them hid to the side of the hall. Master Jin leaped onto the roof, and everyone listened and observed the surrounding movements carefully.

Inside the hall, Mingyue gently stood up, walked to Huang Jianguo, and, suppressing her anger, said slowly and deliberately, "Huang Jianguo, I've already told you, our matter is over. Mingyue never wants to see you again in this life. Why are you forcing me like this?"

Two tears welled up in Huang Jianguo's eyes as he said bitterly, "Mingyue, have you forgotten the vows we made before the Nameless Temple? I know you've fallen for someone else. Please, for the sake of our pure first love, come back to Jianguo's side." "What nonsense are you talking about?

What do you mean, 'fallen for someone else'? Don't insult me..." Mingyue said angrily, her face flushed.

"Hmph, I know even if you don't say it, that person is him!" Huang Jianguo pointed at Han Sheng, then said with great grievance, "Mingyue, you fell in love with Han Sheng, you hid it from me and got together with him, and even slept with him..."

"Huang Jianguo, you're slandering me!" Lan'er's eyes widened in anger, her teeth clenched, and she was furious.

"Huang Jianguo, you're a mad dog biting indiscriminately! Mingyue was once in love with you, and you dare to humiliate her like this? You're worse than an animal!" Han Sheng was also furious.

"Han Sheng, do you dare confront me face to face? To be honest, with a woman as beautiful as Mingyue, what man wouldn't be tempted?" Huang Jianguo shouted righteously.

Han Sheng calmly said, "Fine, however you want to confront me, I have a clear conscience."

Huang Jianguo was secretly pleased. Hmph, when it comes to eloquence and cunning, who among you can match me, Huang Jianguo?

He glanced around at everyone in the hall and said, "This matter involves Mingyue's reputation. It would be best if the three of us discussed it privately. I think we should go outside to a secluded place, what do you say?"

The bell rang, "Dinner is served!" The middle-aged nun Zhuoma came to call everyone to dinner.

"You've all been walking all day without eating a single grain of rice. Go and eat first; we'll stay inside and talk privately." Han Sheng told everyone to go eat first. They gradually left the hall. Lan'er looked at Han Sheng worriedly, but he nodded, telling her not to worry.

Everything was proceeding smoothly as planned. As long as Wu Chushan and the others died from poisoning, it didn't matter whether they were inside or outside the hall, Huang Jianguo thought, a cold laugh playing on his lips.

Han Sheng turned to Huang Jianguo and said, "You can speak now."

Mingyue glared resentfully at Huang Jianguo, who pretended not to see her, thinking to himself, "Mingyue, I saved your life this time, but you're still completely oblivious.

" "Han Sheng, tell me, have you taken a liking to Mingyue?" Huang Jianguo said, trying his best to stall for time.

Han Sheng said sternly, "Huang Jianguo, you're talking nonsense! I'm already engaged to Lan'er, how can I break my promise and seek a new love?"

Huang Jianguo smiled slightly and said, "This just means you've recently fallen for Mingyue, but you're bound by the engagement and can't make it public, is that right?"

Seeing Huang Jianguo's unreasonable arguments, Han Sheng couldn't help but fly into a rage. He was honest and simple by nature, with little cunning, but how could he compare to Huang Jianguo's eloquence and blatant lies? Hearing this, Han Sheng blushed and was speechless for a moment... The patriarch led the two infants, Lan'er carried a bamboo basket containing puppies, and Xiao Cuihua, Ye Lao, and Benben Heimei, among others, stood a few feet away from the palace gate waiting. None of them were in the mood to eat first.

They heard the fierce argument coming from inside the palace, and tears slowly streamed down Lan'er's face.

"Lan'er, I believe in Han Sheng's innocence," Xiao Cuihua comforted her understandingly, gently taking Lan'er's hand.

“I believe it too. Just wait, I’ll slap that bald-headed bastard Huang Jianguo to death in a minute!” the old ancestor said indignantly.

“Help!” A miserable scream suddenly came from the row of houses near the kitchen, tearing apart the quiet night.

Lan’er and the others were stunned. The old ancestor released the two children and ran over first. The others exchanged glances and hurriedly followed.

In the dining room, dozens of nuns in red were slumped over the table, their faces normal, as if they were fast asleep, while food was scattered all over the floor… Zhuoma was pale and kept repeating, “Calamity, calamity.”

The old ancestor went forward to check their breathing one by one and found that they were all dead!

Wu Chushan rushed in, startled by the scene before him. He immediately turned and ran towards the Green Tara Hall, shouting, "Protect Hansheng! A powerful enemy is attacking!"

Liu Jinmo leaped into the hall, shielding Hansheng and simultaneously gathering his inner energy in preparation.

"What happened, Mr. Liu?" Hansheng asked in surprise.

Wu Chushan hurried in and whispered to Hansheng, "Dozens of nuns in the temple have all perished..."

Zhuoma helped Gema Lama to the dining room door. The old nun stared blankly at the horrific scene, tears streaming down her face.

"The calamity has finally come..." Gema murmured.

Inside the hall, Huang Jianguo was secretly shocked. All his meticulous planning had only resulted in poisoning some nuns? Not a single expert among Hansheng's guards had been eliminated!

What to do? Their attempt to kidnap Han Sheng had completely failed. At this moment, Father and the others mustn't rush in hastily. Although they still had two guns, they were no match for these top figures in the martial arts world, and doing so would immediately expose them… Cold sweat slowly seeped from his forehead.

"Hands up! Don't move!" At this moment, a series of shouts came from in front of the palace gate.

The moon rose over the eastern hills, casting a cool moonlight on the palace. Suddenly, six or seven men with guns emerged from the darkness. The leader, androgynous and strikingly beautiful, was none other than Xiao Yanfang, a famous actress from the capital. Huang Qianhui stood behind him with a serious expression.

Chapter 280

"Huang Qianhui!" Han Sheng finally understood. He slowly turned to Huang Jianguo and said, "You poisoned those innocent nuns in the temple." "

Huang Jianguo, your purpose in slandering Han Sheng and Mingyue was to stall them, and then poison everyone, including Lan'er, not even sparing the baby. How could there be such despicable and shameless people like you in this world?" Wu Chushan was extremely angry, his body trembling slightly.

Huang Jianguo walked to his father's side and said in a low voice, "Dad..."

Huang Qianhui nodded and sighed, "Luckily they arrived in time, otherwise you would have been in trouble."

Xiao Yanfang noticed someone hiding in the shadows on the roof. He knew there were many experts here, and if he didn't take action to intimidate them, the situation would be difficult to control. So he suddenly raised his hand and fired a shot... "Bang!" The gunshot was deafening, echoing in the night sky at the foot of the snow mountain.

With a "whoosh," Master Jin, clutching his shoulder, leaped down from the roof and stood before Xiao Yanfang, several gun barrels immediately pointed at him.

"Xiao Yanfang, it's a pity I've been blind all these years, failing to see through your mask. Otherwise, Lama Danba and Professor Liu wouldn't have died unjustly," Master Jin said bitterly, blood dripping from his sleeve.

"Hehe... Master Jin, Jia Shiming, weren't you originally blind? Your 'fake blindness' has fooled me, Xiao Yanfang, for so many years, hasn't it? We're even," Xiao Yanfang said with a mocking laugh, swaying her hips, even her chest heaving.

"Master, you're injured! Let me see!" Han Sheng said anxiously.

"It's nothing, just a scrape," Master Jin said dismissively.

"Haha, you all saw that, didn't you? The era of cold weapons is long gone. Even if Master Jin of Baiyun Temple is highly skilled, if the bullet had been slightly off-center, he'd still be dead. So, everyone, don't act rashly, or you'll surely die. Hansheng, if you're responsible for your fiancée Lan'er, for those two adorable babies, and for everyone else, don't resist in vain and create unnecessary trouble. Just come with me obediently. You should understand the situation clearly. Even if you manage to escape today, do you really want Lan'er to spend her life on the run with you? Will those two adorable babies be illiterate forever if they follow you? Hansheng, you can't be so selfish..." Huang Jianguo spoke earnestly and eloquently, his words carrying weight.

"Hansheng, don't believe his nonsense. Lan'er is willing to run away with you," Lan'er said through gritted teeth.

"Hansheng, if you go with them, I know what the commander is like; he'll definitely kill you to silence you," Liu Jinmo said, his metallic voice still as grating as ever.

"Liu Jinmo, stop inciting people! You betrayed the leader, yet he didn't completely eliminate you. Han Sheng going to see the leader is a service to the country; not only will he face no danger, but he will be promoted and given important responsibilities," Huang Qianhui rebuked Liu Jinmo while addressing the crowd. "Comrades, I, Huang Qianhui, am the director of the Revolutionary Committee of Wuyuan County, Jiangxi Province. We represent the dictatorship of the proletariat. This Comrade Xiao Yanfang is... a proletarian revolutionary literary and artistic worker..."

Xiao Yanfang wasn't angry; instead, she smiled demurely and added softly, "A famous Peking Opera actress."

"But you actually poisoned so many unrelated nuns at Tabalin Temple..." Han Sheng angrily accused.

Huang Qianhui interrupted him, saying, "Our great leader Chairman Mao taught us that 'where there is struggle, there will be sacrifice; death is a common occurrence, some deaths are heavier than Mount Tai, others lighter than a feather…' These nuns died for the revolution, which is heavier than Mount Tai. Therefore, they died a worthy death, and the vast revolutionary masses will never forget them."

"What's going on here?" Old Ye shook his head, muttering to himself in bewilderment.

"Utterly shameless!" Wu Chushan sighed sorrowfully.

“I’ll go with you,” Han Sheng said calmly, then silently turned around and gently took Lan’er’s hand. “Lan’er, it’s Han Sheng who has implicated you and the nuns of Tabalin Temple. Han Sheng doesn’t want everyone to sacrifice for me anymore, so I’ve decided to go with them.”

Han Sheng looked at Wu Chushan, Liu Jinmo, Master Jin, and the others, and slowly said, “Uncle Shanren, Mr. Liu, Master Jin, Ancestor, and Xiao Cuihua, Ping’er, and Elder Ye, thank you all for everything you’ve done for Han Sheng. We have brought a calamity to Tabalin Temple. I hope you can help bury those innocent nuns properly…”

As he spoke, Han Sheng’s body suddenly trembled slightly, and a small voice appeared in his eardrums: “Han Sheng, I…” "It's Old Cuihua. Old Ye told me to tell you to find an opportunity to fake your death by pretending to be an 'old ox holding its breath,' and then sneak back quietly. At the foot of Meili Snow Mountain, there is a 'Blue Moon Valley,' isolated from the outside world, free from intrigue and killing. It's a harmonious and peaceful paradise. Only at midnight on nights when the blue moon shines can the valley appear. He will lead everyone there... We will release the bats; they will guard every night, waiting for your return, and lead you back to the 'Blue Moon Valley.'"

Han Sheng nodded. Old Cuihua quietly left his body and rushed towards Wu Chushanren... Over there, Old Ye's withered lips parted in a knowing smile, and he winked at Han Sheng.

Han Sheng walked to Mingyue's side and said softly, "Mingyue, the most unfathomable thing in the world is the human heart. Behind a beautiful appearance and sweet words, there usually lies the most despicable thing. I hope you see it clearly this time. Also, only you can fulfill Granny Wang's last wish to be buried with her remains."

Mingyue, with tears in her eyes, silently said, "Han Sheng, I can't let them take you away. Get out of the way." After saying that, Mingyue stretched out her two arms and drew two arcs in the air, chanting a spell, preparing to use the third move of the Zhuyou Divine Skill, "Walking Corpse."

Xiao Yanfang was shocked when she saw this. She knew that Mingyue's strange Zhuyou Divine Skill was powerful, and she quickly raised her gun and aimed it at Mingyue's chest... Han Sheng pulled Mingyue's arms down and said urgently, "No, Mingyue, you can hide for a while, but you can't hide forever. They will send more people to hunt us down."

Mingyue sighed and slowly lowered her hands.

"Woof woof...woof woof..." Benben seemed to sense the impending separation from its owner and let out a mournful whimper, almost like crying. Hansheng crouched down and sadly stroked the big yellow dog Benben and the black dog Heimei.

"Squeak squeak..." The chief's call came from the bamboo basket again.

Hansheng opened the basket lid, looked at the deep red eyes of the chief and his wife, and said with a slight bitter smile, "Chief, your riding clothes should be washed."

Hansheng strode away without looking back.

Xiao Yanfang chuckled coldly, waved her hand, and turned to retreat with the men carrying guns. Huang Qiansui and his son also quickly followed.

Tabalin Temple was quiet, and people stood there silently.

"Mani Padme Hum..." Old Nun Gema, Zhuoma, and the two red-clad nuns who had luckily escaped from the calamity in the kitchen chanted the six-syllable mantra, praying for the innocent nuns who had died tragically.

Liu Jinmo, his eyes bloodshot, turned to Wu Chushanren and said, "Master, I swore an oath to protect Hansheng for the rest of my life. I will follow them and protect Hansheng in secret. Farewell." With that, he vanished in a flash.

"It was a year of the dragon. Monks and nuns came from the East, and evil would descend upon Tabalin Monastery. When Mingyue returned to Kawagebo, after the calamity, the guardian spirit of King Gesar awakened..." Old Nun Gema murmured.

"Amitabha, Mingyue understands," Mingyue, carrying the travel bag containing Granny Wang's remains, walked to Old Nun Gema, clasped her hands together, and said devoutly, "Master Gema, Mingyue brought calamity from the East. Mingyue will return to Kawagebo. When Mingyue's earthly wishes are fulfilled, that will be the day of my return."

Mingyue bowed deeply and quietly departed.

"Father," Lan'er cried, tears welling in her eyes, and nestled against Wu Chushan's chest.

The old man comforted his daughter, saying, "Lan'er, don't worry, Hansheng will come back."

"Huh, where's Xiao Cuihua?" The old woman looked around, muttering to herself, "Could she have gone after Liu Jinmo? Should I go too?"

The wrinkled baby girl was nestled in her arms, nursing. The old woman looked at her daughter's frail body with affection, thought for a moment, and finally said, "Never mind, I'll wait for him here."

Wu Chushan walked to Gema Lama's side and said apologetically, "Master, let us help you bury the disciples who perished at Tabaling Monastery."

Master Gema Lama shook her head, saying, "Benefactor, no need. They will undergo sky burial. You should leave."

Wu Chushan knew that sky burial was the highest funeral ceremony in Tibetan Buddhism, where the soul of the deceased would ascend to heaven and reach paradise.

"In that case, farewell," Wu Chushan bowed deeply.

Wu Chushan held Ping'er's hand, while the old ancestor still carried the two infants. Master Jin had already bandaged his wounds; fortunately, the bullet had only grazed the skin and hadn't broken the bone, and he would recover in a couple of days. Lan'er carried a bamboo basket containing the puppies, with Benben and Heimei silently following behind. The red-eyed bats had been released by Elder Ye and were now circling above their heads.

Under the moonlight, Elder Ye walked at the front, with Old Cuihua perched on his back.

"Little Cuihua went with Liu Jinmo; husband and wife follow each other, it's only natural," Old Cuihua sighed softly.

A bright moon hung quietly in the deep blue night sky, its cool light spilling onto the snow-capped mountains and glaciers, reflecting a pure and mysterious blue glow. Even the mist that perpetually shrouded the snow-capped peaks took on a pale blue hue, making the world seem like a pale blue realm, both sacred and tranquil.

Master Ye led the group through pine forests and alpine meadows, heading deeper into the snow-capped peaks.

"Master Ye, can we really find 'Blue Moon Valley'?" Old Cuihua asked.

Master Ye gazed at the continuous Thirteen Prince Peaks and said softly, "A thousand years have passed. Everything in the world has changed, but these snow-capped peaks remain exactly the same as they were back then, unchanging through the ages. What time is it now?"

Wu Chushan looked at the night sky and guessed, "It's probably around 9 PM."

"Let's hurry. We'll only see the valley entrance around midnight, and it'll disappear again in the time it takes to smoke a pipe," Master Ye urged.

"Is there really such a mysterious place in the world?" Even with his vast knowledge, Wu Chushan couldn't imagine it.

Under the deep blue night sky, the group trudged along the snow-capped mountains, traversing the vast expanse of land.

A tranquil, mirror-like alpine lake appeared before them, a bright blue moon reflected in its waters, as if two moons existed simultaneously in the sky and on earth. For a moment, they were overcome with illusion, unable to distinguish where the sky ended and the earth began, a boundless expanse of white... "After a thousand years, I have finally returned..." Old Master Ye's eyes welled with tears.

Just then, a pale blue mist suddenly drifted across the lake, gradually enveloping and concealing the entire Meili Snow Mountain in the unexpected fog.

At that moment, the faint, melodious, and melancholic sound of bells could be heard from within the mist... "That's the bell from the 'Blue Moon Valley' Lama Temple," Old Master Ye exclaimed excitedly.

The group quickened their pace, following the sound of the bells, their figures gradually disappearing into the mysterious mist.

"Hansheng, don't believe his nonsense. Lan'er is willing to flee with you to the ends of the earth," Lan'er said through gritted teeth.

"Hansheng, if you go with them, I know what kind of person the chief is. He will definitely kill you to silence you," Liu Jinmo said, looking at Hansheng. His metallic voice was still so grating.

"Liu Jinmo, stop inciting people! You betrayed the leader, yet he didn't completely eliminate you. Han Sheng going to see the leader is a service to the country; not only will he face no danger, but he will be promoted and given important responsibilities," Huang Qianhui rebuked Liu Jinmo while addressing the crowd. "Comrades, I, Huang Qianhui, am the director of the Revolutionary Committee of Wuyuan County, Jiangxi Province. We represent the dictatorship of the proletariat. This Comrade Xiao Yanfang is... a proletarian revolutionary literary and artistic worker..."

Xiao Yanfang wasn't angry; instead, she smiled demurely and added softly, "A famous Peking Opera actress."

"But you actually poisoned so many unrelated nuns at Tabalin Temple..." Han Sheng angrily accused.

Huang Qianhui interrupted him, saying, "Our great leader Chairman Mao taught us that 'where there is struggle, there will be sacrifice; death is a common occurrence, some deaths are heavier than Mount Tai, others lighter than a feather…' These nuns died for the revolution, which is heavier than Mount Tai. Therefore, they died a worthy death, and the vast revolutionary masses will never forget them."

"What's going on here?" Old Ye shook his head, muttering to himself in bewilderment.

"Utterly shameless!" Wu Chushan sighed sorrowfully.

“I’ll go with you,” Han Sheng said calmly, then silently turned around and gently took Lan’er’s hand. “Lan’er, it’s Han Sheng who has implicated you and the nuns of Tabalin Temple. Han Sheng doesn’t want everyone to sacrifice for me anymore, so I’ve decided to go with them.”

Han Sheng looked at Wu Chushan, Liu Jinmo, Master Jin, and the others, and slowly said, “Uncle Shanren, Mr. Liu, Master Jin, Ancestor, and Xiao Cuihua, Ping’er, and Elder Ye, thank you all for everything you’ve done for Han Sheng. We have brought a calamity to Tabalin Temple. I hope you can help bury those innocent nuns properly…”

As he spoke, Han Sheng’s body suddenly trembled slightly, and a small voice appeared in his eardrums: “Han Sheng, I…” "It's Old Cuihua. Old Ye told me to tell you to find an opportunity to fake your death by pretending to be an 'old ox holding its breath,' and then sneak back quietly. At the foot of Meili Snow Mountain, there is a 'Blue Moon Valley,' isolated from the outside world, free from intrigue and killing. It's a harmonious and peaceful paradise. Only at midnight on nights when the blue moon shines can the valley appear. He will lead everyone there... We will release the bats; they will guard every night, waiting for your return, and lead you back to the 'Blue Moon Valley.'"

Han Sheng nodded. Old Cuihua quietly left his body and rushed towards Wu Chushanren... Over there, Old Ye's withered lips parted in a knowing smile, and he winked at Han Sheng.

Han Sheng walked to Mingyue's side and said softly, "Mingyue, the most unfathomable thing in the world is the human heart. Behind a beautiful appearance and sweet words, there usually lies the most despicable thing. I hope you see it clearly this time. Also, only you can fulfill Granny Wang's last wish to be buried with her remains."

Mingyue, with tears in her eyes, silently said, "Han Sheng, I can't let them take you away. Get out of the way." After saying that, Mingyue stretched out her two arms and drew two arcs in the air, chanting a spell, preparing to use the third move of the Zhuyou Divine Skill, "Walking Corpse."

Xiao Yanfang was shocked when she saw this. She knew that Mingyue's strange Zhuyou Divine Skill was powerful, and she quickly raised her gun and aimed it at Mingyue's chest... Han Sheng pulled Mingyue's arms down and said urgently, "No, Mingyue, you can hide for a while, but you can't hide forever. They will send more people to hunt us down."

Mingyue sighed and slowly lowered her hands.

"Woof woof...woof woof..." Benben seemed to sense the impending separation from its owner and let out a mournful whimper, almost like crying. Hansheng crouched down and sadly stroked the big yellow dog Benben and the black dog Heimei.

"Squeak squeak..." The chief's call came from the bamboo basket again.

Hansheng opened the basket lid, looked at the deep red eyes of the chief and his wife, and said with a slight bitter smile, "Chief, your riding clothes should be washed."

Hansheng strode away without looking back.

Xiao Yanfang chuckled coldly, waved her hand, and turned to retreat with the men carrying guns. Huang Qiansui and his son also quickly followed.

Tabalin Temple was quiet, and people stood there silently.

"Mani Padme Hum..." Old Nun Gema, Zhuoma, and the two red-clad nuns who had luckily escaped from the calamity in the kitchen chanted the six-syllable mantra, praying for the innocent nuns who had died tragically.

Liu Jinmo, his eyes bloodshot, turned to Wu Chushanren and said, "Master, I swore an oath to protect Hansheng for the rest of my life. I will follow them and protect Hansheng in secret. Farewell." With that, he vanished in a flash.

"It was a year of the dragon. Monks and nuns came from the East, and evil would descend upon Tabalin Monastery. When Mingyue returned to Kawagebo, after the calamity, the guardian spirit of King Gesar awakened..." Old Nun Gema murmured.

"Amitabha, Mingyue understands," Mingyue, carrying the travel bag containing Granny Wang's remains, walked to Old Nun Gema, clasped her hands together, and said devoutly, "Master Gema, Mingyue brought calamity from the East. Mingyue will return to Kawagebo. When Mingyue's earthly wishes are fulfilled, that will be the day of my return."

Mingyue bowed deeply and quietly departed.

"Father," Lan'er cried, tears welling in her eyes, and nestled against Wu Chushan's chest.

The old man comforted his daughter, saying, "Lan'er, don't worry, Hansheng will come back."

"Huh, where's Xiao Cuihua?" The old woman looked around, muttering to herself, "Could she have gone after Liu Jinmo? Should I go too?"

The wrinkled baby girl was nestled in her arms, nursing. The old woman looked at her daughter's frail body with affection, thought for a moment, and finally said, "Never mind, I'll wait for him here."

Wu Chushan walked to Gema Lama's side and said apologetically, "Master, let us help you bury the disciples who perished at Tabaling Monastery."

Master Gema Lama shook her head, saying, "Benefactor, no need. They will undergo sky burial. You should leave."

Wu Chushan knew that sky burial was the highest funeral ceremony in Tibetan Buddhism, where the soul of the deceased would ascend to heaven and reach paradise.

"In that case, farewell," Wu Chushan bowed deeply.

Wu Chushan held Ping'er's hand, while the old ancestor still carried the two infants. Master Jin had already bandaged his wounds; fortunately, the bullets had only grazed the skin and hadn't broken the bones, and he would recover in a couple of days. Lan'er carried a bamboo basket containing the puppies, with Benben and Heimei silently following behind. The red-eyed bats had already been released by Elder Ye and were now circling above their heads.

Under the moonlight, Old Master Ye walked at the forefront, with Old Cuihua clinging to his back.

"Little Cuihua went with Liu Jinmo; husband and wife follow each other, it's only natural," Old Cuihua sighed softly.

A bright moon hung silently in the deep blue night sky, its cool light spilling onto the snow-capped mountains and glaciers, reflecting a pure and mysterious blue glow. Even the mist that perpetually shrouded the snow-capped peaks took on a faint blue hue, making the world seem like a pale blue realm, both sacred and tranquil.

Old Master Ye led the group through pine forests and alpine meadows, heading deeper into the snow-capped peaks.

"Old Master Ye, will we really find 'Blue Moon Valley'?" Old Cuihua asked.

Gazing at the continuous Thirteen Prince Peaks, Elder Ye murmured, "A thousand years have passed. Everything in the world has changed, but these snow-capped peaks remain exactly the same as they were back then, unchanging through the ages. What time is it now?"

Wu Chushan looked at the night sky and guessed, "It's probably around 9 PM."

"Let's hurry," Elder Ye urged, "We'll only see the valley entrance around midnight, and it'll disappear again in the time it takes to smoke a pipe."

"Is there really such a mysterious place in the world?" Even with his vast knowledge, Wu Chushan couldn't imagine it.

Under the deep blue night sky, they trudged along the snow-capped mountains, traversing the vast expanse of heaven and earth.

A high-altitude lake, as calm as a mirror, appeared before them. A bright blue moon was reflected in the water, as if two moons appeared simultaneously in the sky and on the ground. For a moment, people couldn't help but feel a sense of illusion, unable to distinguish where the sky ended and the earth began, the world a vast expanse of white... "After a thousand years, this old monk has finally returned..." Elder Ye's eyes welled up with tears.

Just then, a pale blue mist suddenly drifted over the lake, gradually enveloping and concealing the entire Meili Snow Mountain in the unexpected fog.

At that moment, the faint, melodious, and desolate sound of bells could be heard from within the mist… “That’s the bell from the Lama Temple in ‘Blue Moon Valley’,” Elder Ye exclaimed excitedly.

The group quickened their pace, following the sound of the bells, their figures gradually disappearing into the mysterious mist.

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