The Corpse Clothes of the Green Bag [Complete] - 22

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Chapter 281

Han Sheng walked along the mountain path back to Zhongdian. The faster he left Tabalin Temple, the safer Lan'er and Shanren would be.

Under the moonlight, Huang Jianguo and his son followed closely beside Han Sheng.

"Han Sheng, I heard that your father, Dr. Zhu, unfortunately died. It's such a pity. I'm deeply saddened," Huang Qiansui said, trying to ingratiate himself.

"Hmph, wasn't that done by your accomplices, the 'Yang Gong and Yin Po'?" Han Sheng retorted angrily.

"This..." Huang Qiansui's words were cut off.

"Han Sheng, you have to think long-term. Lan'er is kind and honest. She will surely be a virtuous wife and loving mother, and she will raise children well. Danba Lama is, after all, an outsider. It's not worth ruining Lan'er's happiness for a foreigner you've only met once," Huang Jianguo advised patiently.

Han Sheng glanced at him disdainfully, unwilling to pay him any more attention, and continued walking forward.

"Dad, we have to think of something. We can't let Xiao Yanfang get the credit and benefit from it; otherwise, we won't gain the leader's trust and understanding," Huang Jianguo whispered to his father.

Huang Qianhui's facial muscles twitched slightly. After a moment's thought, he turned around, took off a military water bottle from his back, which contained fine Moutai liquor bought on the way through Guizhou, and quickly dropped a hydrocyanic acid capsule into it.

Huang Qianhui raised his voice and called out, "Xiao Yanfang, the comrades haven't eaten a drop of rice for over a day. I think we should let everyone rest."

Upon hearing this, the men immediately felt their legs go weak and sat down on the ground, saying, "Yes, it's already past midnight, let's rest."

This was on the edge of a towering cliff, with clouds and mist swirling below, the bottom unseen, and a chilling atmosphere pervading the air.

Seeing everyone's exhaustion, Xiao Yanfang had no choice but to agree, "Everyone can only rest for half an hour, and then we'll set off on time."

Huang Qiansui, shaking his wine jug, walked up to Xiao Yanfang and sincerely invited her, "Xiao Yanfang, you are the most famous female opera singer in the country. I've loved listening to your singing for over ten years. How about you boost the morale and fighting spirit of our comrades by singing a section of a revolutionary model opera?"

Huang Jianguo led the applause, and the men echoed his cheers.

Xiao Yanfang nodded slightly and smiled, flicking her hand in a water sleeve gesture, then said in a high-pitched, affected voice, "Alright, I'll sing a section of Li Tiemei's aria from the revolutionary model opera 'The Red Lantern'... Alas... 'My uncles are countless, they only come when there's a big reason, although they are relatives, they don't acknowledge each other, but they're closer than relatives...'"

This was a section of Li Tiemei's aria, one of the eight revolutionary model operas during the Cultural Revolution, originally sung by the young Peking Opera actress Liu Changyu. Under Xiao Yanfang's voice, the strong will of a revolutionary descendant was lost, replaced by a seductive and alluring quality, especially her final, flirtatious pose, which resembled Daji's seductive gestures to bewitch King Zhou.

This was hardly a revolutionary model opera! Han Sheng felt a chill run down his spine.

"Excellent! I think it's much better than Liu Changyu's. Here, soothe your throat," Huang Qiansui said with a smile, handing over the poisoned military water bottle.

Xiao Yanfang proudly took the kettle, twisted open the lid, and a rich aroma of soy sauce filled the air… Huang Qianhui smiled at him, while Huang Jianguo's heart was pounding like a drum.

“Who goes there!” Xiao Yanfang suddenly cried out coquettishly, simultaneously drawing her pistol.

“Liu Jinmo from Qingtian, what a fragrant wine! Could it be Guizhou Maotai?” A tall, thin man emerged from behind the cliff.

Xiao Yanfang's lightness skill was exceptional, and her hearing and eyesight were sharp; she even detected the slight twitching of Liu Jinmo's nose as he sniffed the aroma of the wine, several feet away.

“It's Old Liu…” Several men in tight-fitting clothes resting on the ground recognized him and greeted him. These men had once escorted the leader's elderly father, who suffered from 'human motor neuron atrophy,' into Wolong Valley with Liu Jinmo.

Huang Jianguo was taken aback. He thought to himself, "This man is a thorn in my father-in-law's side, someone he wants to get rid of as soon as possible. Why not seize this opportunity to do him a favor?" He secretly pulled out a pistol from his pocket and aimed it at Liu Jinmo.

But before Huang Jianguo could even see what was happening,

Liu Jinmo had snatched the gun from his hand. "Hmph, you brat, how dare you try to ambush me!" Liu Jinmo sneered.

Xiao Yanfang, knowing Liu Jinmo's prowess, dared not be careless. It seemed the only option was to strike first. With a thought, she giggled seductively, "So Liu Jinmo from Qingtian is also a connoisseur of wine. Then…" She tossed the wine jug to Liu Jinmo.

Liu Jinmo caught the jug, sniffed it, and sighed, "It's been a long time since I've tasted such fine wine." He then tilted his head back and gulped down almost half the jug.

Liu Jinmo was a seasoned veteran in the martial world, but he never imagined that the wine contained deadly poison. Even Xiao Yanfang herself was completely unprepared. It's

lamentable that Liu Jinmo, who had roamed the martial world for so long, ultimately fell victim to his excessive drinking. A gunshot rang out, echoing through the mountains and valleys, deafeningly loud. It was Xiao Yanfang who, while Liu Jinmo was drinking, secretly fired a shot into his chest.

Han Sheng, seeing Xiao Yanfang raise her gun, tensed up instantly. His "fly eye" activated in a flash, and he moved with lightning speed. Seeing a bullet slowly emerge from the barrel of Xiao Yanfang's gun, he swiftly reached out to grab it… In the moonlight, Han Sheng's figure was as fast as lightning. Just as the bullet was about to reach Liu Jinmo's left chest and pierce his body, Han Sheng's right hand had already grasped the peanut-sized bullet.

"Sizzle…" The scorching bullet burned a piece of flesh on Han Sheng's palm, emitting a burnt smell.

Everyone stared at Han Sheng in astonishment, not understanding when he had appeared before Liu Jinmo. In the cool moonlight, a smoking bullet lay prominently in Han Sheng's palm… It wasn't until Han Sheng flung away the burning bullet and frantically spit into his hand to cool it down that everyone seemed to realize what had happened: this kid had actually caught a bullet in flight!

Everyone was stunned… “This wine is poisoned!” Liu Jinmo released his grip, throwing away his pistol and wine jug, clutching his chest as if he couldn't breathe, his gaze fixed on Han Sheng, his eyes brimming with tears… “Mr. Liu…” Han Sheng grabbed Liu Jinmo's arm in shock. He smelled the bitter apricot kernel odor rising from Liu Jinmo's breath—the deadly cyanide, with no antidote.

Liu Jinmo's body went limp, giving Han Sheng one last look before slowly collapsing.

Silence fell. Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events; the air seemed to freeze.

"Jinmo!" A heart-wrenching scream suddenly rang out. In the moonlight, a small dwarf threw himself onto Liu Jinmo's body and wept bitterly.

The men in tight-fitting clothes stood up, their angry gazes fixed on Xiao Yanfang.

Xiao Yanfang glanced at Han Sheng, then at Liu Jinmo, and slowly fixed her gaze on the Huang father and son: "You poisoned him!"

Huang Qiansui was speechless, his face pale. Huang Jianguo looked back; behind him lay an abyss, with no way out.

Xiao Yanfang weighed the situation. With Liu Jinmo gone, the danger was gone. Now was the time to kill the Huang father and son. Besides, her subordinates seemed to still harbor feelings for Liu Jinmo, and she could use their emotions to her advantage.

"Men, strip the Huang father and son naked and search them for poison!" Xiao Yanfang ordered.

The burly men in tight-fitting clothes swarmed forward and roughly stripped Huang Qianhui and Huang Jianguo of their clothes, leaving them standing there completely naked.

Under the moonlight, the two men covered their private parts with their hands, and the cold wind made their white buttocks tremble.

"Found it!" One of his subordinates found the small metal box, opened the lid, and found only one hydrocyanic acid capsule inside.

"What's this?" Xiao Yanfang held the white capsule in her palm, walking up to Huang Qianhui with a cold smile.

"This, this is my quick-acting heart medicine," Huang Qianhui said anxiously.

Xiao Yanfang said in a coquettish voice, "Oh, so this is your heart medicine. Well then, let it save your heart." Before she finished speaking, she grabbed Huang Qianhui's cheek and shoved the capsule into his mouth.

Huang Qianhui's face turned pale, and with a "plop," he was so frightened that he soiled himself, and a sour smell filled the air. He mumbled in disbelief, "Impossible... there's a Tai Chi Yin aura." His eyes looked at his son, and he slowly lay down on the ground, twitching twice before stopping.

"Your turn." Xiao Yanfang raised her pistol and pressed it against Huang Jianguo's forehead.

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible... This must be a hallucination!" Huang Jianguo screamed hysterically.

"A hallucination? Maybe in your next life." Xiao Yanfang gently pulled the trigger... Suddenly, his finger stopped, then slowly turned the gun towards his own forehead... A gunshot rang out, and Xiao Yanfang fell, her eyes wide with confusion, blood gushing from a small hole in her forehead.

Under the moonlight, a young and pretty girl with an icy expression slowly approached: "You can't kill this person."

"Mingyue! Save me!" Huang Jianguo shouted excitedly, as if grasping at a straw.

Mingyue silently looked at the naked Huang Jianguo, her eyes no longer filled with the innocence and tenderness of the past, but with a chilling aura.

"Mingyue, what's wrong with you? I'm the Jianguo who's going to marry you, your future husband!" Huang Jianguo cried out, looking at Mingyue anxiously.

Mingyue remained silent, her gaze fixed on him, her calm face devoid of any trace of her former expression, as if the man standing before her was a complete stranger.

Huang Jianguo clutched his face, saying urgently, "Don't you recognize me? This face, this chest, this buttocks," he twisted and lightly patted half of his white buttocks, "and this, you should remember this, right?"

Huang Jianguo grasped his penis, which was still somewhat erect… Mingyue sighed, a fierce glint appearing in her eyes, and said hatefully, "It's this that ruined Mingyue's innocence…" With that, she reached out and pinched Huang Jianguo's testicles, using a magical technique; with a few hissing sounds, a cloud of white smoke rose, forcefully dissolving his testicles.

Huang Jianguo screamed and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Mingyue picked up her travel bag and left without looking back, disappearing into the vast night.

Han Sheng and the other men from the capital stood there, stunned.

Xiao Cuihua silently picked up the wine jug from the ground, poured the remaining poisoned wine into her mouth, then picked up Liu Jinmo's still-warm body and leaped into the dark abyss… The Corpse-Hidden Spirit between Han Sheng's brows suddenly activated, but it was too late. He saw tears welling in Xiao Cuihua's large eyes as she slowly flew down the cliff, carrying Liu Jinmo… Han Sheng leaped up like lightning, reaching out to grab Xiao Cuihua, but it was too late. His hand couldn't reach her, and he himself plummeted off the precipice… Silence fell, only the icy mountain wind brushed against Han Sheng's face, chilling him to the bone.

Han Sheng felt himself enter a void, a space devoid of gravity and time.

At this critical moment, "Fly Eye" unleashed his hysterical powers to the fullest. Time seemed to stand still, slowing his descent by two hundred times. His body felt as light as a falling leaf, drifting slowly towards the valley floor… After a long while, he finally landed gently at the bottom with a "plop," splashing water everywhere, the cold water biting to the bone. It turned out to be a deep, icy river. Although the current wasn't particularly swift, it still swept him into the underground river within the mountain. He

accidentally choked on some icy water, feeling a tingling sensation in his nasal cavity and a slight dizziness. Han Sheng simply controlled his will, entering a state of "holding his breath like an ox," letting his body drift downstream.

In the darkness, he didn't know how much time had passed before he felt his body gradually rise to the surface, finally surfacing with a "splash." The icy water numbed his hands and feet, but his chest felt warm, even slightly burning. What was that? He remembered—it was the string of eclogite beads.

Han Sheng opened his eyes and saw a blue moon embedded in the deep blue sky, and heard the desolate and ancient sound of bells…

Chapter 282:

Elder Ye led Wu Chushan and his group into Blue Moon Valley.

A large blue moon hung in the night sky. Within the valley lay alpine meadows stretching for over ten miles, rhododendrons blooming brilliantly, fragrant grasses growing lushly, and a sapphire-blue highland lake, with a clear, jade-like stream flowing into it. At the edge of the grassland, a majestic building stood at the foot of the mountain, its golden roof glowing softly, shrouded in a pale blue hue. The ancient and desolate sound of bells emanated from there.

Elder Ye opened his arms and prostrated himself on the ground in a full-body prostration… Beside the sapphire-blue lake was a dense primeval forest, and the group walked along the gravel path along the shore, admiring the scenery as they went.

"Hey, what's that?" Lan'er exclaimed in surprise, pointing to a humanoid creature covered in flowing white hair gliding between two towering red pines.

"Squeak squeak..." The leader of the Shadow Bats, wearing a riding cape, led the swarm of Shadow Bats towards the white-haired monster.

"Oh no, the bats want to pluck my hair again," said Master Jin, rubbing his bald head.

Unexpectedly, the Shadow Bat leader circled the white-haired monster perched high in the tree branch, squeaking excitedly, and then landed on the monster's arm.

"Old Man Xiangxi!" the old ancestor exclaimed, trembling.

An old woman emerged from the forest, carrying a bamboo basket on her arm filled with mushrooms she had just picked under the moonlight: matsutake, termite mushrooms, and porcini.

"Xiao Ying..." the old ancestor was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes.

Granny Xiao Ying froze for a moment, and with a "whoosh," the Old Man Xiangxi glided down from the sky.

"It's actually the Ancestor!" The old man from Xiangxi shook his long hair and exclaimed in surprise.

"How did you all get to Blue Moon Valley? Where's Hansheng?" Granny Xiaoying asked, looking at everyone in astonishment.

Seeing the old man's gaze sweep over her chest, the Ancestor modestly buttoned up her front.

"You're Granny Xiaoying? Hansheng was taken away by the government..." Lan'er said, her eyes red and swollen.

After learning what had happened, the old man's white hair bristled, and he roared angrily, "I'll go and bring him back to Blue Moon Valley!"

"I'll go too!" Xiaoying threw her bamboo basket on the ground and said resentfully.

"Then I'll go too," the Ancestor stammered, thinking to herself that she couldn't let the little dwarf take advantage of Liu Jinmo.

The group discussed how to rescue Hansheng.

With a splash, ripples spread across the water. Under the blue moonlight, a soaking wet person climbed ashore from the icy lake… The hazy moonlight gently bathed the sapphire-blue water and Han Sheng's tired, pale face. "

It's Han Sheng!" Lan'er saw it clearly and rushed forward without hesitation, crashing into Han Sheng's cold arms.

Not far away, two bodies floated on the lake, tightly embracing each other… "It's Mr. Liu and Xiao Cuihua," Han Sheng said painfully.

Liu Jinmo and Xiao Cuihua drank a poisonous liquor infused with hydrogen cyanide and then plunged from a precipice into an icy river at the bottom. Their internal organs were shattered, but due to the extremely low temperature of the icy river, their bodies remained remarkably fresh.

"Jinmo!" The old ancestor rushed over frantically, trying to lift Liu Jinmo's body alone, but Xiao Cuihua held him tightly, unable to separate them.

The next day, Liu Jinmo and Xiao Cuihua were buried together in the red pine forest. People stood silently weeping before their earthen grave, Xiao Cuihua's unwavering love touching everyone.

"What is love in this world? That it makes people willing to die for each other..." Wu Chushanren sighed and recited.

"Mother..." Shen Caihua called softly, tears welling in his dark eyes.

Old Cuihua lay on the old man's back, sobbing softly, her aged face etched with sorrowful wrinkles.

The old man, disheveled and bare-chested, sat on the ground, holding a jug of wine from the old man of Xiangxi. He poured cup after cup of wine before the grave, muttering repeatedly, "You were so foolish, how could you dare drink poison?"

The old man of Xiangxi and Granny Xiaoying's simple thatched hut were built in the pine forest.

"Granny, how did you come to Blue Moon Valley?" Hansheng asked.

"It's Geda Rinpoche," the old man of Xiangxi nodded slightly.

Geda Rinpoche was an Austrian-American botanist, anthropologist, and explorer named Joseph Rock. More than 60 years ago, he came to Xiangxi alone, climbed Tianmen Mountain to find the legendary Miao chieftain, and finally met him by Moon Lake.

The old man of Xiangxi told him about the mysterious Gu of Miao, and Rock was deeply impressed by the incredible wonder of Eastern culture. He also told the old man that in northwestern Yunnan, on the snowy plateau between the Himalayas and the Hengduan Mountains, there was a mysterious country called "Shambhala." In 1879, the fifth year of the Guangxu Emperor's reign in the Qing Dynasty, Count Széchenyi of Hungary arrived in Yunnan via Sichuan, becoming one of the first foreigners to set foot in northwestern Yunnan. In his book, *Scientific Achievements of Travels in East Asia*, he meticulously recorded his journey down the right bank of the Jinsha River to Benzilan, Nixi, and Zhongdian, as well as the local celestial phenomena, temperature, culture, and flora and fauna. He also mentioned "Shambhala" for the first time.

"Shambhala? What's that?" an old man from western Hunan asked, puzzled.

Locke's eyes were filled with longing: "It's a magical place, with crystal-clear snow-capped mountains, a blue moon, and jewel-like lakes. There's no deceit, no war, and people live in harmony with nature."

"You've traveled thousands of miles, crossing oceans to come to China, just to find 'Shambhala'?" the old man from western Hunan found it hard to understand the foreigners' thoughts.

“There’s an old Native American song: ‘Only when the last tree is uprooted, the last river is poisoned, and the last fish is caught, will you realize that money cannot be eaten…’ America is very rich, but its unrestrained exploitation has destroyed the natural ecological cycle. Building dams and mining—human greed knows no bounds. I came to the East to find this mysterious ‘Shambhala,’ to see how God created the simple, honest people there,” Locke said solemnly.

Locke left and never returned. Years passed, and the old man from Xiangxi gradually forgot about it.

A month ago, the old man suddenly remembered it and told Xiaoying about it. Xiaoying said, “Since we are both so old and our days are numbered, why not go to Yunnan and find that place called ‘Shambhala’ to see for ourselves?”

The old man from Xiangxi resolutely opposed shaving off his long white hair. For the first time in decades, he donned a Miao robe and, along with Xiaoying, traveled through Madiyi along the Sichuan-Yunnan Road into Yunnan. They were fortunate enough to find Rock's former residence, dating back decades, in a small village at the foot of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain in Lijiang. However, no one knew Rock's later

whereabouts. So, the old man and Xiaoying traveled west to the foot of Meili Snow Mountain. Finally, one late night, by a jewel-like highland lake, they heard the ancient, desolate sound of a bell… They stumbled upon the mysterious Blue Moon Valley.

"Has the Geda Living Buddha been found?" Hansheng touched the old sheepskin lining his body.

"No, he was still in Blue Moon Valley 40 years ago, a high-ranking Rinpoche in a lama temple. It's said he died sometime after 1935, but no one in the temple has ever seen his body. All of this was relayed by Danba Lama, the successor of the Geda Living Buddha," the old man from Xiangxi sighed.

"Danba Lama?" Hansheng was secretly surprised.

“Yes, but Lama Danba left Blue Moon Valley more than ten years ago and never returned. There’s no way to find out what happened to Locke afterward. These are all things the monks in the monastery told me,” the old man from Xiangxi said regretfully.

Han Sheng’s doubts slowly cleared. After Gedda Living Buddha predicted the number “8341” to that person in 1935, he “passed away.” Whether he was truly dead or simply disappeared, perhaps only the old Lama Danba knew. Now that Danba is dead too, probably no one in the world will ever know this secret again.

“Han Sheng, what are you thinking about?” the old man from Xiangxi noticed Han Sheng was lost in thought.

“Oh, is Blue Moon Valley really a paradise on earth?” Han Sheng changed the subject and asked.

An old man from Xiangxi smiled serenely and said, “The people in the valley make a living by farming. The black soil makes the plants grow very well, and they live a simple life. There are no beggars here, no greed, and they don’t know what oppression is. There are no cash transactions. They eat the grains and vegetables grown in the valley, the poultry they raise themselves, and wear hemp cloth woven by themselves. There is no electricity, no cars or factories, no newspapers or radios. They are kind, peaceful, and simple-minded. They are not interested in the chaotic world outside the valley. The children are especially innocent and lovely. Xiaoying and I like them, we like this place, and we have decided to spend our lives here and never return to that noisy world.” He then let out a long, contented sigh.

“Rock was a foreign scholar. How did he become a Living Buddha of Tibetan Buddhism?” Hansheng asked, somewhat puzzled.

“According to the lamas, the great Rinpoche of the temple designated him as his successor before his death,” the old man from Xiangxi recalled.

“On our way here, we met Nika and Can’er at Madiyi,” Hansheng said.

Grandma Xiaoying smiled and said, "We also stayed at their little inn for two nights. The old man wants to settle down and is going to invite them to Moon Valley too."

"That's wonderful, everyone can be together again," Hansheng said, but a faint sadness still lingered in his eyes.

"Hansheng, are you planning to stay?" Grandma Xiaoying looked at him with concern.

Hansheng shook his head blankly and sighed, "I don't know."

The old ancestor built a small wooden house by the red pine forest, right next to Liu Jinmo and Xiao Cuihua's graves. She no longer resented the little dwarf with his deformed head and eyes. Cuihua's righteous act of dying for love deeply moved her heart, something she knew she could never do.

Old Cuihua also didn't want to be far away from Xiao Cuihua, so she partitioned off a small room in the old ancestor's wooden house and lived there with Grandpa Ye.

One day, Old Man Ye somehow acquired an old hen and more than ten eggs. He carefully built a small chicken coop outside the wooden house, letting the speckled hen incubate the chicks. When no one was looking, he quietly selected a round, clean egg, broke a small hole in it, and used a thin bamboo tube to pierce the yolk, slowly sucking it out. Egg white remained inside the shell. He then took out a treasured piece of ancient boogers from his pocket, stuffed it into the hole, sealed the opening with wax, and carefully placed it back under the hen's warm belly, winking at her. Han Sheng said this was the disguise magic medicine—Golden Clove—used by the concubine of the Southern Dynasty's Chen Emperor, so it must be true.

Behind a large pine tree, Shen Caihua silently watched, holding the wrinkled baby girl's hand.

It generally takes a hen about 21 days to hatch chicks. Old Master Ye imagined himself one day shedding his dry, withered skin and gaining flawless, porcelain-like skin, more beautiful than the moon—a completely transformed appearance that made him laugh out loud.

"Old Master Ye, what makes you so happy?" The lean Taoist priest, Master Jin, approached from the path strewn with pine needles.

Master Jin lived in a lama temple, devoting himself to studying the scriptures of the Kagyu school of Buddhism, striving to integrate them with Wang Chongyang's Quanzhen School.

Old Master Ye quickly shook his head, but his face remained beaming.

"Old Master Ye, you practiced in this lama temple a thousand years ago. I would like to ask you about the 'Immaculate Great Seal' you know of, how to attain enlightenment," Master Jin earnestly inquired.

"The Great Handprint of Immaculate Purity?" Old Master Ye scratched his head, bewildered. He couldn't recall a single word of the scriptures he had learned a thousand years ago, but his mind was full of those yellow-smelling slang terms from the Guandong region.

"You mean 'hand dirt'? Actually, the 'Four Dirties' are even dirtier." Old Master Ye first remembered the Guandong slang terms.

"The Four Treasures? Tell me quickly." Master Jin urged eagerly.

"A bowl of blood, a bowl of thick snot, a bowl of snot, a bowl of pine." Old Master Ye recited them fluently as if they were his own treasures.

Master Jin was stunned, his brows furrowing. Although he was a Manchu of the Aisin Gioro clan, he had entered the Quanzhen Sect to cultivate at a young age and knew very little about the slang terms from the Guandong countryside. He thought Old Master Ye was talking about some kind of scripture, so he delved deeper.

"The Four Treasures are the Four Symbols. Blood represents the spirit, thick snot represents cultivating while ill, snot represents experiencing the true meaning, and pine is... what is pine?" Master Jin muttered to himself.

Master Ye secretly rejoiced and turned to slip away.

Master Jin, who had been diligently studying the Karma Kagyu school of Buddhism for days, was almost obsessed. He strolled along the forest path, muttering to himself, "What is 'song'? What is 'song'..."

Ahead lay the thatched hut built by Wu Chushan, where he, Lan'er, and Hansheng lived.

"Song is male semen, a local dialect from Northeast China," Wu Chushan said, standing with his hands behind his back in front of the hut.

"Ah!" Master Jin exclaimed in sudden realization, "I finally understand! The profound 'Immaculate Great Seal' requires a true virgin! 'Immaculate' means without blemish..."

"Master, are you studying some mysterious martial art again?" Wu Chushan asked with a smile.

Master Jin nodded and sighed, "I have been a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect since childhood. Fortunately, I have abstained from women and remain a virgin to this day. Otherwise, how could I have glimpsed the supreme Buddhist scripture, the 'Great Seal of Immaculate Purity'?"

Chapter 283:

In the drizzling rain, at the Hong Kong Island Cemetery, Mingyue stood silently before the grave of Gu Xian.

Two cemetery workers left after resealing the grave. Mingyue had fulfilled Granny Wang's last wish to bury her remains with Gu Xian. This pair of lovers, bound by life and death, finally shared the same grave.

Tears welled in her eyes as she gently placed a bouquet of her master's favorite red roses on the grave niche. The cold rain poured down, and sorrow welled up within her, filling her heart with unparalleled desolation and melancholy.

Master, you have all left, leaving Mingyue alone in this cold world… Mingyue stood there silently, letting the cold rain soak her hair and clothes, raindrops dripping down her chin. After a long while, an umbrella was placed over her head.

“Miss Mingyue, he is gone. Please accept my condolences.” A deep voice sounded behind her.

Mingyue slowly turned her head… A kind-looking old man with black hair stood behind her. He looked to be in his sixties or seventies, with a square face, two thick, dark eyebrows with a few long white hairs protruding from between them, a strong double chin, and a slightly plump figure. His loose, cream-colored suit was open, giving him an air of both authority and approachability. Behind the old man stood four bodyguards in black, their alert eyes scanning the surroundings.

Mingyue was startled, then remembered. This man was none other than Lu Taiguan JP, a Justice of the Peace from Hong Kong.

“Miss Mingyue, do you still recognize me? Last time at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.” Lu Taiguan smiled kindly.

Mingyue nodded and said softly, “'Your bodies are still struggling to return, while nameless wildflowers have already bloomed all over your heads…' You are the Blood Corpse Lu Taiguan.”

“Girl, you have a good memory, shh…” Lu Taiguan turned to look at the bodyguards behind him, who were diligently guarding the area. He sighed and softly hummed that desolate tune, “Under the shadowy trees, by the rushing water, the lost June and July, in the deserted mountains, your bodies still struggle to return, while nameless wildflowers bloom all over your heads.

That excruciating hunger, that torrent's impact, that insect bite and the painful night, you couldn't bear it and wanted to tell people, but now the thriving trees have forgotten everything.” Forget.

What is past is your struggle against death, you died for the survival of those who live. That fierce struggle has not yet ended, yet you are no longer heard within the cycle of the forest.

Quietly, on that forgotten hillside, the dense rain still falls, the gentle breeze still blows. No one knows that history once passed here, leaving behind heroic spirits that have become part of the tree trunks and are reborn.

Mingyue listened to the desolate and tragic song, and saw the deep pain on Lu Taiguan's face, just like her own current state of mind, and felt a sense of shared suffering.

In the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, a traditional British-style hotel on Connaught Road Central, Hong Kong, Mingyue and Lu Taiguan sat at a table by the window overlooking the beautiful view of Victoria Harbour. Lu Taiguan silently drank his wine, listening to Mingyue recount the reason for his trip to Hong Kong.

"You mean, He Wuxing and the Bearded Taoist are both dead?" Lu Taiguan said, his heavy gaze fixed on Mingyue.

Mingyue nodded and continued, "Everyone—my master, Wu Daoming, and the people from Taiwan—is dead. My grandmother buried them herself at the Taiji Yinyun."

"So you're now the sole inheritor of the Central Plains Zhuyou sect?" Lu Taiguan asked, taking a sip of red wine.

"Yes," Mingyue replied.

Lu Taiguan remained silent for a long while, his eyes fixed on the blood-red wine in his glass. He sighed deeply, "Heaven has destroyed us, what can we do? It's a pity that the general's life of loyalty and courage has been wasted, and those tens of thousands of soldiers who lie buried in foreign lands, their deaths filled with regret."

Mingyue looked at the deeply sorrowful Lu Taiguan, wanting to ask but unsure how to begin.

Seeing Mingyue's puzzled expression, Lu Taiguan explained, "The general's soul yearns to return to the Savage Mountain to pay tribute to the spirits of the expeditionary force, but unfortunately, he has been under house arrest in Taichung, unable to leave the island. This failed mission has only worsened his situation."

Mingyue listened silently.

“Miss Mingyue, would you be willing to accompany me to Taohuajiang in Yiyang, Hunan?” Lu Taiguan suddenly asked.

Mingyue was taken aback, remembering what Granny Wang had once said, and asked, “At the foot of Shame Mountain, by the Taohuajiang River, where even ghosts tremble, a bald old woman… who are you going to see?”

Lu Taiguan nodded, thinking to himself, this girl is not only beautiful but also extremely clever. “Yes, that bald old woman is my aunt, and also Granny Wang’s junior sister, so she is an elder in your Zhuyou sect. I promised my aunt that three years after her death, I would exhume her body and send her bones to Poyang Lake Valley in northern Jiangxi, but at that time, in order to avoid the nationwide suppression of counter-revolutionaries, I fled overnight and have never returned to my hometown in Hunan since. I have never fulfilled my promise and still regret it to this day,” he said.

Mingyue gently shook her head and said, "Mr. Lu, I'm preparing for things in Hong Kong and will be returning to Yunnan."

"Oh, actually, you can pass through Hunan on your way to Yunnan. How about I give you a ride in my car and even take you to Yunnan?" Lu Taiguan said sincerely.

Mingyue thought for a moment. She was almost out of money and penniless, so a ride would be ideal. She nodded and agreed, "When can we leave?"

Lu Taiguan was overjoyed and quickly replied, "Whatever you say, Miss Mingyue."

"Is tomorrow alright?" Mingyue asked.

"No problem," Lu Taiguan answered.

It was a brand-new blue-gray SUV, traveling along the rugged mountain road beside the Peach Blossom River.

The Peach Blossom River originates in Longtang, Ningxiang. After passing Ziliangyan in Taojiang County, it is called the Peach Blossom River, meandering for over 50 li before flowing into the Zi River. The upper reaches of the Peach Blossom River are dotted with strange peaks and rocks, with waterfalls cascading down its banks. The banks are home to the most famous bamboo-growing region in Jiangnan, stretching endlessly towards the blue sea.

"I remember when I was a child, every spring when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, the mountains and water on both banks reflected each other, a fiery red, a riot of fragrance, its color truly enchanting," Lu Taiguan said to Mingyue with deep emotion.

Looking out the car window, Mingyue saw rolling green hills and ancient, verdant trees. Deer and rabbits occasionally darted through the woods. In the distance, a verdant mountain peak resembled the shape of a woman, her chin high and upturned, her long, flowing hair like clouds, her arms outstretched, her long, shapely legs slightly bent at the knees, and her feet immersed in the clear waters of the Peach Blossom River.

"That's the Shy Maiden Peak," explained Lu Taiguan, "said to be the Xiang Mountain where the Yellow Emperor ascended Xiongxiang during his southern tour, as recorded in the *Records of the Grand Historian*."

At the end of the mountain road was a huge, bare, reddish-brown rock, resembling a bald head, gleaming oily in the setting sun.

"We have to get out and walk," Lu Taiguan said.

Mingyue gazed curiously at the boulder and said, "This rock looks like a bald head."

Lu Taiguan smiled and said, "My aunt, the 'Bald Old Woman,' got her name from this. She lives in the bamboo grove by the river behind the bald rock. Deep in the mountains, there's an even bigger mountain that looks like a bald head."

"You stay here," Lu Taiguan instructed the bodyguards in the carriage, then led Mingyue along a path through the bamboo grove.

The path seemed long abandoned, with dense bamboo groves on both sides and a babbling brook, creating a very tranquil atmosphere.

"Isn't she dead?" Mingyue asked.

"Yes, but she once told me that she would be buried in this bamboo grove after her death," Lu Taiguan replied.

In the dense bamboo grove stood a nearly dilapidated bamboo house. Upon closer inspection, weeds grew rampant in front of the house, cobwebs covered the eaves, and the bamboo table and chairs inside were covered in a thick layer of dust.

"It seems no one has lived here for many years," Mingyue guessed.

Standing in front of the house, Lu Taiguan sighed, "More than twenty years have passed. Things have changed. The once-famous bald old woman is probably just a skeleton by now."

"Didn't she have any other family members?" Mingyue asked.

"No, my aunt became a widow not long after marrying into the Wu family of Peach Blossom River. She had no children. I heard rumors that it was related to practicing some kind of evil magic. Later, my aunt left the village and lived alone in this bamboo forest." Lu Taiguan glanced at Mingyue.

The two went around to the back of the house and indeed saw an earthen grave in the bamboo forest. A stone tablet stood in front of the grave, covered with green moss.

Lu Taiguan squatted down and gently wiped away the mottled moss, revealing a line of writing: Grave of the Bald Old Woman, February 14, 1951.

"The bald old woman has been dead for twenty-five years!" Mingyue gasped.

Lu Taiguan nodded and said to Mingyue, "Wait a moment, I'll go get a hoe."

Mingyue stood silently in front of the earthen grave, pondering Lu Taiguan's words. Did practicing the Zhuyou magic mean one had to remain single? Her mother-in-law was single, as was the bald old woman. She wondered if the Hakka grandmothers in Miaoli, Taiwan, were the same.

Lu Taiguan returned with a rusty iron hoe, spat into his palm, and began digging vigorously.

The bamboo forest was quiet, save for the "plop plop" of his digging. Soon, the brown coffin lid appeared.

"Mingyue, step back a bit, the smell of the bones in the coffin is awful," Lu Taiguan said with concern.

Mingyue shook her head, still standing to the side watching. She had seen many dead people before.

The coffin lid creaked open.

It was empty inside, without any bones... Lu Taiguan stared in astonishment at the empty coffin, speechless for a moment.

"What's that?" The observant Mingyue noticed a small, thin stone slab lying on the bottom of the coffin, covered in a layer of dust.

Lu Taiguan bent down, picked up the slab, and brushed away the dust. It was a bluestone slab, and surprisingly

, it had inscriptions on it. "Bald old woman, Blood Corpse Taiguan, the day of our meeting will be atop the Stone Man, with two clear springs, a wisp of green smoke, and wolf fangs flashing, hidden within. Remember." Lu Taiguan read aloud as he carefully examined the inscription.

Mingyue looked at him, puzzled.

"She wants me to see her," Lu Taiguan said.

"But this tomb was erected in 1951..." Mingyue asked, confused.

"Yes, the bald old woman thought I would return soon, but she never expected to wait 25 years," Lu Taiguan said heavily.

There are always many perplexing things in the world, a sentiment Mingyue deeply understands. Like her mother-in-law and the ancient immortal, so deeply in love yet unable to share a bed in life, only able to share a grave in death. Alas, but the bald old woman is Lu Taiguan's aunt; there's no question of romantic love between them.

"Where is she waiting for you?" Mingyue asked softly.

"On that bald, rocky mountain deep in the mountains. In our local dialect, baldness is also called 'stone man.' Would you like to come with me?" Lu Taiguan asked.

Mingyue found this somewhat unbelievable, and her curiosity was piqued. She replied, "Alright."

Lu Taiguan and Mingyue walked through a vast bamboo forest, following a rugged, thorny path into the deep mountains.

Lu Taiguan was originally a blood corpse; aside from the monthly massive blood loss from his nine orifices requiring immediate replenishment, his physical strength was extremely agile. Mingyue, possessing the divine power of incantation, traversed mountain paths with ease. The two swiftly crossed mountains and valleys, soon spotting the bald stone mountain. The sun had just set, casting a hazy glow over the forest.

Mingyue gazed at the stone mountain in astonishment. The entire peak was composed of bare, reddish-brown rocks, starkly contrasting with the lush green surrounding mountains. Even more peculiar was its perfectly round summit, devoid of any trees or even weeds, resembling a bald head.

Reaching the summit, they discovered the uneven ground beneath, revealing two clear springs, like human eyes. The water was a dark green, its ripples like two round mirrors reflecting the colorful sunset.

"Two clear springs, a wisp of green smoke, sharp wolf teeth, a cave hidden within," Lu Taiguan murmured, looking around.

"Look over there!" Mingyue suddenly pointed to the mountainside, where a wisp of steam rose, appearing purple and misty in the afterglow of the setting sun, like curling smoke.

Lu Taiguan arrived at the cliff edge and glanced down. The cliff face was covered with sharp, jagged stalagmites, a truly peculiar sight.

"Nature is truly a marvel of craftsmanship," Lu Taiguan exclaimed.

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Lu Taiguan looked down, but the vast mist obscured the valley floor. The verse left by the bald old woman said that a cave should be hidden among these jagged stalagmites, but it was invisible from the cliff face. It seemed he would have to climb down. Fortunately, many finger-thick, intertwined green vines grew on the cliff, making it easier to climb.

"Mingyue, I'll go down and take a look. I'll call you when I find the cave," Lu Taiguan said, grabbing a vine and beginning his ascent down the cliff.

Mingyue watched as Lu Taiguan gradually disappeared into the vast mist.

This bald old woman was her master's junior sister and an elder in the Zhuyou sect. Logically, whether she was alive or dead, she should pay her respects. Although the cliff was extremely steep, many sharp stalagmites grew outwards. With her current martial arts skills, even without the aid of vines, climbing down would be easy. Mingyue pondered this, then leaped up and gracefully landed on a stalagmite below.

Lu Taiguan, gripping the vines tightly, carefully slid down the cliff face. Suddenly, he saw Mingyue's figure effortlessly leaping among the stalagmites, gliding through the clouds and mist like a fairy. He was mesmerized.

"There's a cave entrance here!" Mingyue called out.

Lu Taiguan snapped out of his reverie, responded, and quickly climbed over. Sure enough, there was a narrow cave entrance in the rock face, about ten feet long and six feet wide, dark inside, its depth unknown.

"It's too dark in there," Mingyue said, frowning.

"Hey, there are some tied pine branches here. It seems someone prepared them beforehand and placed them here. Look, there's also a flint and steel." Lu Taiguan was surprised to find tinder on the stone platform inside the cave entrance.

"Who put them here?" Mingyue asked疑惑地.

"It seems to have been there for quite a while. Perhaps my aunt prepared them for me. Never mind, let's take them all." Lu Taiguan said thoughtfully, lighting the pine branch torches.

The firelight illuminated the stone walls, and several brown geckos quickly scurried away. The cave was relatively dry; there was no damp moss on the ground. The stone path stretched into the darkness. Lu Taiguan and Mingyue walked inside, torches in hand.

"This cave is a bit sloping; it seems to face the Peach Blossom River to the north," Lu Taiguan said.

"Why did the bald old woman invite you into this cave?" Mingyue asked, puzzled.

Lu Taiguan shook his head; he couldn't guess his aunt's intentions either.

The cave grew increasingly damp and hot, the ground becoming slippery. Moss could be seen growing on the stone walls, its grayish-white color likely due to the lack of sunlight and the inability to photosynthesize.

"Huh, what's this?" Mingyue pointed to a small, yellowish-brown clump resembling human excrement on the ground.

Lu Taiguan crouched down, examining it closely. He then broke off a pine branch, scooped out a small piece, and sniffed it. A strong fishy odor emanated from it, and his expression slowly turned serious.

"This is kappa excrement," Lu Taiguan said, his voice trembling.

"Kappa? Is it a person?" Mingyue noticed Lu Taiguan's tense expression.

Lu Taiguan raised his eyes and looked around warily before slowly saying, "'Kappa' is also called 'water tiger.' During the Warring States period, the Taohua River area was part of the Chu state, called Fuliang, which was also where Qu Yuan, a minister of Chu, crossed the river. At that time, every year during the rainy season, the Taohua River would swell and flood, often taking away the property and lives of many families. People believed that the evil 'Kappa' was responsible, so a sacrificial activity called 'marrying a Kappa' arose.' This involved washing fourteen or fifteen-year-old girls clean and sinking them to the bottom of the river to become the Kappa's wife, praying that there would be no floods that year and a good harvest."

"Then isn't the Kappa a demon?" Mingyue asked, her bright eyes wide.

"Yes, it's just an ancient legend. Later, from some unknown generation, this cruel sacrificial activity slowly disappeared. Of course, no one has ever actually witnessed a 'Kappa.' The elders always warn little girls never to go to the river to play, lest they be pulled into the water and become the Kappa's wife," Lu Taiguan explained.

Mingyue glanced at Lu Taiguan and asked doubtfully, "Mr. Lu, since no one has ever seen a kappa, how can you be sure this is its excrement?"

Lu Taiguan smiled bitterly and said, "My aunt told me that kappas love to eat fish and shrimp in the water, and their excrement is like a child's, with a strong fishy smell."

"Did your aunt describe what a kappa looks like?" Mingyue became even more curious.

"She said it's less than three feet tall, looks like a four or five-year-old child, has yellow hair on its body and secretes mucus with a fishy odor. Its hands and feet are particularly long, with webbed toes, making it good at swimming. Its arms are flexible and not restricted by joints. If it is cut off, it can regenerate within three days. Kappas have disheveled hair, and there is a disc-shaped depression in the center of its head. When it is filled with water, it is incredibly strong. When the water is removed, its power disappears, and it becomes like an ordinary child." Lu Taiguan recalled the description of the kappa that the bald old woman had given him and explained it to Mingyue in as much detail as possible.

"It's really strange," Mingyue exclaimed in amazement.

"What's even stranger is that the kappa has three anuses, supposedly capable of spraying water or venom," Lu Taiguan chuckled softly.

Suddenly, Lu Taiguan stopped laughing, his expression immediately tensing. "Shh..." he gestured.

"Clatter... clatter..." Footsteps echoed in the dark passageway of the stone cave.

A disheveled, naked creature covered in brown fur, resembling both a human and an ape, appeared before them. Its round eyes gleamed with an evil light, its nose protruded like a dog's, densely covered with fleshy red olfactory cells, and its enormous head was sunken in the top, filled with water.

Mingyue and Lu Taiguan stared wide-eyed at this ancient legendary water demon—the kappa.

The kappa's gaze fell on Mingyue, and it grinned, revealing four long, sharp teeth on each side of its mouth.

"Be careful, its sharp teeth attack its prey incredibly quickly," Lu Taiguan warned urgently from the side.

"Can a kappa talk?" Mingyue asked curiously, examining the strange creature.

"I don't know, it probably doesn't understand human language," Lu Taiguan replied, his body tensing up in alertness.

"Is it male?" Mingyue noticed the male genitalia hanging from the kappa's crotch, slightly longer and thinner than a human's.

"It might be hermaphroditic, Mingyue, be careful!" Lu Taiguan suddenly noticed the kappa's erect penis and hurriedly warned it.

The kappa suddenly attacked, moving with extraordinary speed, opening its arms and lunging at Mingyue, seemingly trying to grab her.

Seeing the danger, Lu Taiguan quickly rushed forward, blocking Mingyue's path, and simultaneously threw a low punch at the kappa's jaw.

With a "splat," Lu Taiguan's fist felt like it had hit a piece of rotten cotton, extremely slippery and without any force. He then felt a tremendous force throw his body up, slamming heavily against the stone wall, seeing stars.

Mingyue was also startled, her body floating backward, landing more than two zhang away. The kappa missed its target, paused for a moment, then its eyes darted around before it grinned foolishly at Mingyue, two sticky trails of drool hanging from the corners of its mouth.

Mingyue dared not be careless, reciting the first move of the Zhuyou Divine Skill, "Ghost Wall," and making horizontal movements with her palms facing upwards.

The kappa lunged a second time, stopping just two feet from Mingyue, unable to advance further, blocked there.

Lu Taiguan, rolling on the ground, watched in astonishment. Could kappas also be controlled by the Zhuyou technique?

"You are the wife I married..."

A thought seemed to drift into Mingyue's mind... "Who is it? Who is speaking?" Mingyue wondered, glancing to both sides out of the corner of her eye.

"I am a kappa, I am speaking to you..." the thought clearly came through.

Mingyue was startled, thinking: A kappa? Could this monster communicate with my mind?

"Only elderly kappas can speak to people..." the thought said.

"Elderly?" Mingyue wondered.

“Over 500 years old,” the kappa replied.

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A strong, pungent odor emanated from the kappa, like the stench of rotting fish and shrimp.

"It stinks!" Mingyue blurted out. "It smells

quite nice to me," the kappa thought smugly.

"Kappa, what do you want?" Mingyue asked inwardly. "

Everyone says Peach Blossom River is a haven of beauties, but in hundreds of years, I've never seen a wife as beautiful as you," the kappa said gleefully.

"Hmph," Mingyue thought disdainfully, then changed the subject, asking, "Where is the bald old woman?"

"You...you know the bald old woman?" the kappa was clearly surprised.

"We came specifically to find her; it was the bald old woman who invited us to this cave," Mingyue told the kappa truthfully.

The kappa hesitated for a moment, then said, "Alright, follow me." He turned and walked deeper into the passageway, his bare feet making a "squeak, squeak" sound on the stone ground.

“It will lead us to your aunt,” Mingyue said to Lu Taiguan, withdrawing her hand.

Lu Taiguan looked at Mingyue in surprise, not having time to ask further questions. He quickly got up, picked up a torch from the ground, and followed Mingyue, trailing the “clattering” footsteps deeper into the cave.

The cave passageway sloped downwards, and the humidity seemed to increase. After walking for about half an hour, during which they changed their bundles of pine branches twice, the kappa’s footsteps finally stopped, and a natural stone door appeared before them. The door was half-open, with four large seal characters engraved on it.

Mingyue didn’t recognize them, so she asked, “Mr. Lu, what does this door say?”

Lu Taiguan looked closely and couldn’t help but gasp: “Hidden in a cave!” He then casually recited, “Twilight thunder and lightning, what worries are there? The executioner does not obey, what does the emperor seek? Hidden in a cave, what is there to say?”

Mingyue still didn’t understand, looking at Lu Taiguan with a puzzled expression.

"These are lines from Qu Yuan's 'Heavenly Questions,' which express his aspirations. 'Hidden' means to live in seclusion, and 'in a cave' refers to a mountain cave, indicating his desire to live in seclusion there for a long time," explained Lu Taiguan.

"Swordsmanship and chanting, I recall Jia Yi's strategies; lowering the sails for a short rest, I idly seek out Qu Yuan's writing platform. Heavenly Questions are silent, Qu Yuan left behind the Stone Drums; the boat is fortunate, this humble scholar visits the fishing spot today… Who comes here? Does he have any fame or fortune?" A hearty laugh suddenly echoed from inside the stone gate.

Lu Taiguan and Mingyue were both startled. Judging from the accent, the speaker was an elderly man.

Inside the stone gate was a huge stone hall with a pool of water on the floor. In the firelight, fish could be seen swimming in the water. On one side of the hall was a huge stone coffin, its walls covered with grayish-white moss. Inside sat a person, revealing a bald head.

Upon approaching, Lu Taiguan raised his torch and saw that it was an old man with a wrinkled face, square features, large ears, a wide mouth, and blind eyes with grayish-white pupils; his face was bloodless.

"May I ask who you are, senior? I, Lu Taiguan, apologize for disturbing you." Lu Taiguan knew that the person hiding in this secret cave must be a reclusive master.

"Hmm, I am a first-rank official, the Admiral of the Yangtze River Navy of the Qing Dynasty, and a member of the Wu family of Xiushan," the old man said, shaking his head. Although he spoke with a local Yiyang accent, his tone was very ancient.

Lu Taiguan was greatly surprised again, and asked in a trembling voice, "You, you are the Admiral Wu of the Yangtze River Navy during the Xianfeng era?"

"That is indeed me. Who are you?" the old man replied confidently.

"This...it really is our ancestor! I am Lu Taiguan, a descendant of yours, originally named Wu Taiguan." Lu Taiguan, being a blood corpse, knew that anything strange could happen in the world, so he no longer doubted the old man's identity and hurriedly knelt down to kowtow.

"Wu Taiguan, do you have any official rank?" Old Master Wu asked seriously.

"I serve as a lieutenant colonel and regimental commander in the 38th Division of the Chinese Expeditionary Force," Lu Taiguan replied respectfully.

"Lieutenant colonel and regimental commander?" Old Master Wu shook his head, then asked again, "How does that compare to a Juren (a successful candidate in

the highest imperial examinations)?" "A lieutenant colonel is higher than a Juren," Lu Taiguan said, inwardly smiling bitterly. These two titles were completely unrelated, how could they be compared?

"And how does that compare to a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations)?" Old Master Wu raised his voice, it seemed he quite hoped that there would be outstanding figures among his descendants.

"About the same," Lu Taiguan gritted his teeth and said resolutely.

"Hmm, my Wu family of Xiushan has finally produced a scholar," Old Master Wu said with satisfaction.

"I am a soldier, a military officer under General Sun Liren of the Chinese Expeditionary Force," Lu Taiguan explained as simply as possible.

"You're a military officer? Did you fight the Taiping Rebellion or the Taiping Rebellion?" Old Master Wu asked, frowning.

"We fought the Japanese army in Burma," Lu Taiguan said proudly.

"Burma? You've been to the Hukawng Valley?" Old Master Wu asked seriously.

Lu Taiguan's head spun. This Yangtze River Admiral actually knew about the Hukawng Valley in Burma during World War II!

"Of course, I led my troops in the Hukawng Valley," Lu Taiguan said, glancing at his arm, which was covered in scars from that time.

"You… since you commanded troops in that foreign land, why did you return alone, leaving sixty-four members of the Wu family of Xiushan buried in a foreign land? How can you face the elders of Jiangdong?" Old Master Wu questioned angrily, a glimmer of color returning to his pale face.

Grand Master Lu was shocked. Over 30,000 Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers had perished in the Savage Mountain, including 64 men from the Wu family, originally from Xiushan in Taohuajiang, buried in the desolate mountains of a foreign land.

"I… Grand Master Lu has failed my elders and fellow villagers," Grand Master Lu choked with grief, tears welling in his eyes.

"Go! Go to the Savage Mountain and bring all the Wu family members back to me!" Old Master Wu shouted.

"Bring…back?" Grand Master Lu was taken aback.

"Yes, bring them home," Old Master Wu repeated.

"Grandpa, but they've all been dead for over thirty years; their remains are long gone," Grand Master Lu said.

Old Master Wu let out a groaning laugh, his face darkening. "Though their souls have scattered, their spirits remain, wandering sadly in the desolate forests of this foreign land, yearning to return home day and night."

Official Lu said with difficulty, "Souls are formless and shapeless. Besides, there were over 30,000 soldiers, and some Japanese soldiers who were killed. How can I possibly distinguish where these 64 members of the Wu family are? Even if I could find them, how could I bring them back?"

"The bald old woman has already gone there. Her incantation magic has a way to bring back the souls of the Wu family members," Old Master Wu sighed, then added, "Alas, she's been gone for over twenty years. Why hasn't she returned?"

"The bald old woman, my aunt went to the Savage Mountain?" Official Lu asked in surprise.

"Yes, I asked her to find the souls of the Wu family members who died there, but who knew she would disappear without a trace," Old Master Wu sighed.

"Grandpa, the Myitkyina area is all rolling primeval forest, teeming with poisonous insects and ferocious beasts. Even if you went to the Savage Mountain, that vast, dense forest, you wouldn't be able to find Auntie," Grandpa Lu said with difficulty.

"The Kappa will find her; its nose is incredibly sensitive. I'll have it go with you. Make sure you find the bald old woman, and then bring the souls of the 64 Wu family members back to their hometown," Grandpa Wu commanded in an unquestionable tone. Grandpa

Lu glanced at the Kappa standing beside the old man. The Kappa smiled slightly, revealing four sharp, white teeth.

Mingyue then spoke up, "Grandpa Wu, do you think the art of incantation can find the souls wandering in the forest?"

"Who are you?" Grandpa Wu asked, his greyish-white pupils fixed on Mingyue.

"My name is Mingyue, I am the nephew of the bald old woman, and also a member of the incantation school," Mingyue replied.

"Then go ask the bald old woman; her incantation skills are very high," Grandpa Wu said.

"Master, Kappa has been widowed for hundreds of years, and this time I want to marry her," Kappa's thoughts transmitted to Grandpa Wu.

Grandpa Wu nodded, responding with his own thoughts: "When I returned home in glory, I brought back eight beautiful wives, thus perpetuating the Wu family line of Xiushan. This time, as long as you diligently find the bald old woman and bring back a member of the Wu family, I will officiate your marriage, continuing your Kappa lineage."

Kappa was overjoyed, his groin already slightly erect.

"You may leave now. I will wait for your return here." With that, Old Master Wu shrank back and lay down in the stone coffin, falling silent once more.

Lu Taiguan and Mingyue exchanged bewildered glances.

"Wife, come with me. We'll take the waterway out of the cave," the kappa telepathically instructed Mingyue before plunging into the pool in the middle of the stone hall.

"Mr. Lu, this is a secret passage out," Mingyue told Lu Taiguan, then jumped into the pool as well.

Lu Taiguan sighed, shook his head, and followed her into the water.

The underwater passage wasn't long; after a few dozen meters, they surfaced with a splash, revealing themselves on the surface of the

Peach Blossom River. The moon was bright, the stars were few, and the water flowed gently. Looking around, they realized they were in the Peach Blossom River.

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The pale moonlight silently spilled onto the desolate cliffs of northwestern Yunnan. Huang Jianguo slowly awoke, his body numb and icy, except for a lingering ache in his groin. He reached down and

found his scrotum empty; his testicles were gone. The icy mountain wind whipped at his flesh, sending shivers down his spine… I've become a eunuch! Hahaha, Huang Jianguo is a eunuch… The emperor who will rule the Central Plains in ten years is actually a eunuch… Huang Jianguo scrambled to his feet, standing naked atop the cliff, laughing wildly at the sky. The echo reverberated through the valley, carrying far in the silent night, startling a flock of large crows perched on the cliff face, which circled and cawed overhead.

“Waaah…” Huang Jianguo then touched his genitals and broke down in tears.

At his feet, bathed in moonlight, lay Huang Qianhui's naked corpse. A few meters away lay Xiao Yanfang, her heavily made-up face staring blankly at the night sky with dead fish eyes.

The men in tight-fitting clothes from the capital had long since left, taking with them the pistol that had fallen to the ground.

Huang Jianguo stopped sobbing, staring at his father's corpse at his feet, and murmured, "Father, this is probably the price for the Tai Chi Yin Aura to take effect, isn't it? Grandpa is dead, Uncle and Cousin Hongbing are dead, and now you're dead too, and I've become a eunuch. What good is it if the Huang family takes over the Central Plains? Father, your dream of living a thousand years is completely over. Jianguo will have no descendants in this life, not even a sex life. Mingyue, oh Mingyue, your heart is too cruel..."

Huang Jianguo clenched his fists, gritting his teeth as he shouted, "I want revenge! I want retribution! Mingyue, Hansheng, Lan'er, and those two bastards, Dongdong and his daughter, I will take revenge on you all!"

"That's right, that's what you call backbone. If you want revenge, we can help you." A cold voice rang out.

In the moonlight, two people could be vaguely seen standing not far away.

Huang Jianguo exclaimed in surprise, "Who are you?"

The two men slowly approached. The leader was a short, stout man in his fifties, dressed in a black suit. Behind him stood an even shorter, stouter old man, his bald head reflecting the moonlight, his pupils gleaming with a faint blood-red hue. A rich fragrance emanated from them, carried on the breeze.

Huang Jianguo recognized it as a high-end men's perfume called "Eau de Cologne," used only by foreigners.

"I am Deputy Consul General Kurosawa, and this is Onizuka-kun, the father of Japanese corpse magic."

Huang Jianguo knew Kurosawa; his nephew, Murakami Takeo, had died at the hands of Master Jin of Baiyun Temple, and then Inubushi had perished in Poyang Lake Valley. Japanese masters had fallen one after another in the Central Plains, and now it seemed another even more powerful figure had arrived.

"What do you want?" Huang Jianguo asked warily.

"Could we ask you to put on some clothes before we talk?" Kurosawa said politely.

Huang Jianguo blushed, picked up his clothes from the ground, and struggled to put them on. He endured the pain in his groin as he fastened his pants, his legs trembling.

Kurosawa smiled subtly, remaining silent; he had heard Huang Jianguo's hysterical screams.

Onizuka and Inubushi had arrived in China one after the other, but Inubushi was in the open while Onizuka remained hidden. Onizuka was the top master of the Hidden Sect of Japan, unknown and deeply concealed throughout the Japanese archipelago; few knew his name. The Corpse Path, or "Corpse-Cutting Path," was extremely mysterious. Even Kurosawa only knew a little about it, but there was no doubt that it was the most bizarre and profound sect of Taoism since the Edo period. Onizuka

traveled alone, his two henchmen, Old and Little Oni, following Xiao Yanfang and her group to Zhongdian. They quickly notified the Japanese consulate in Beijing, and Kurosawa and Onizuka personally flew to Kunming and then rushed to Shambhala overnight.

"Huang Jianguo, let me introduce you. Onizuka-kun is the top master of our hidden sect, skilled in capturing demons and monsters. He has basically wiped out the corpse monsters on the Japanese archipelago. There is a zombie among Han Sheng's group, otherwise you wouldn't have suffered such a crushing defeat. How about cooperating with us?" Kurosawa said.

"What is your purpose? It can't be as simple as avenging Murakami Takeo, can it?" Huang Jianguo said coldly.

"I like dealing with smart people. To be honest, the people around the leader are far inferior to you. It's a huge mistake for him not to use you. I can tell you that our goal is actually the same as yours, which is the matter entrusted to Han Sheng by Danba Lama, the prophecy of Geda Living Buddha." Kurosawa told Huang Jianguo.

"That's a prophecy about China's future over the next 60 years. What does that have to do with Japan? Oh, I see. You want to know who will rule the Central Plains in the future so you can start cultivating a puppet in advance, just like Emperor Puyi of Manchukuo." Huang Jianguo suddenly realized.

"Indeed extremely clever. No wonder the leader wanted to take you as his son-in-law. Of course, that was before," Kurosawa said meaningfully.

"What benefits would I gain from cooperating with you?" Huang Jianguo asked thoughtfully.

"Guizuka can help you get rid of people you don't like," Kurosawa replied.

"That's not enough," Huang Jianguo sneered.

"What other conditions do you have?" Kurosawa said calmly.

"I am the person prophesied by the Living Buddha Geda to rule the Central Plains in ten years," Huang Jianguo answered seriously.

"How do you know?" Kurosawa asked contemptuously.

"Tai Chi Yin Halo," a mysterious smile appeared on Huang Jianguo's calm face.

Kurosawa was a China expert and knew a little about geomancy and feng shui. Hearing "Tai Chi Yin Halo," he was secretly surprised.

"Tai Chi Yin Halo? Could you explain in more detail?" Kurosawa's eyes were fixed on Huang Jianguo.

Huang Jianguo's eyes darted around, and he thought to himself, "I've survived all that's happened. Although I was castrated at a young age, Japan's medical technology is exceptionally advanced. They can definitely transplant my testicles. Even a simple country doctor like Han Sheng can do this minor surgery, let alone Japan. Once I conquer the Central Plains and command the world, what wish can't I fulfill?" He thought, "When Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it first tests their will, strains their muscles and bones, starves their body, empties their mind, and frustrates their actions, so as to strengthen their resolve and increase their abilities." He recalled the deaths of his father and other relatives, realizing this was likely the price he had to pay for the unleashing of the Yin energy. Even Chairman Mao, the great leader, sacrificed many of his loved ones.

With this in mind, Huang Jianguo decided to cooperate with Kurosawa; this was a historical opportunity.

"My grandfather was buried alive in the Taiji Yin Aura, and its power far surpasses that of the Taiji Yang Aura where Zhu Yuanzhang's mother was buried..." Huang Jianguo recounted how Liu Bowen's disciples from Qingtian guarded the Taiji Yin Aura for 600 years, and how it was ultimately used by the Huang family, with its effects manifesting ten years later.

"Where is the Taiji Yin Aura?" Heize asked.

"Wuyuan, Jiangxi," Huang Jianguo replied calmly.

Heize fell into deep thought. This was a new situation. If what Huang Jianguo said was true, this kid might really be the person we were looking for. However, the Taiji Yin Aura had to be verified. In addition, we needed to capture that country doctor named Hansheng, interrogate him to extract the Geda Prophecy, and use it as evidence. If he really was the future leader of China, that would be a great advantage... "Hahaha, good, quick-witted, Jianguo-jun, we will do our best to assist you. The first thing to do is to find Hansheng and decipher the Geda Prophecy. Where have Hansheng and the others escaped to?" Heize stepped forward and tightly grasped Huang Jianguo's hand.

"Japan's organ transplantation must be very advanced, right?" Huang Jianguo suddenly asked.

Kurosawa was taken aback, then understood Huang Jianguo's meaning, and said, "Of course, our medical technology is world-leading. Testicular transplantation should be no problem. We can even get you a set of black testicles to greatly enhance your sexual function. Please rest assured, Jianguo, we guarantee you'll be satisfied."

"Blue Moon Valley, they're looking for a place called Blue Moon Valley," Huang Jianguo finally said.

Chapter 287

As night fell, in a thatched hut in the red pine forest by the lake in Blue Moon Valley, Lan'er lit a charcoal fire. Han Sheng and Wu Chushan sat around the fire discussing their future plans.

"Han Sheng, are we going to live in this valley for a long time?" Lan'er asked.

Han Sheng looked at the man with a questioning gaze.

"Yes, Han Sheng, this place is isolated from the world, so safety is not a concern. However, you and Lan'er will have children in the future. If you want them to receive a good education in the city, including going to university, you must return to the civilized world," Wu Chushan said thoughtfully, looking at the red-hot charcoal fire.

Han Sheng nodded and said, "Uncle Shanren, before I fell off the cliff, Huang Qianhui had already died from poisoning, Mingyue castrated Huang Jianguo, and Xiao Yanfang is also dead. Back in our hometown in Jiangxi, the Meng family father and son are also dead. I think no one else will harm us."

"What about the capital? The force behind the Huang family father and son probably won't stop until they get the prophecy of the Geda Living Buddha," Wu Chushanren said worriedly.

"Sigh, it's just a few sets of numbers. Why do they keep chasing us?" Han Sheng looked at Lan'er, his mind heavy with worry.

"Sigh, Han Sheng, for these numbers entrusted by Danba, our relatives and friends have died one after another. Is it worth it? Now that we are in Blue Moon Valley, at the place Danba Lama wanted you to come to, let's study those numbers. Maybe we will make some new discoveries and find a way to break the deadlock," Wu Chushanren said. Faced with such a secret obtained at the cost of the lives of their loved ones, it would be difficult for anyone to resist the urge to find out more.

“Alright.” Han Sheng hesitated for a moment, then realized Uncle Shanren’s words made sense. He took off the shroud and pulled the old sheepskin from its inner lining.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the writing on the sheepskin was blurred by sweat and water. After careful examination, they saw the following sets of numbers: 834174078808…059308…04… (the last set was completely illegible). What did these numbers mean? Han Sheng and Wu Chushanren looked at each other, both puzzled.

Wu Chushanren pointed to the first set of numbers and said, “Liu Jinmo once said that ‘8341’ is the unit number of the first guard division in the capital, which means the Imperial Guard. In short, it definitely involves internal palace struggles.”

Han Sheng pondered for a long time, still completely confused. Yes, there must be a reason why the old lama Danba risked his life to protect this inconspicuous old sheepskin and the series of numbers. "

Geda Living Buddha, what secrets are you hiding in these numbers?"

"If only Geda Living Buddha were still alive," Lan'er murmured from the side.

"Yes, his real name was Locke, a blue-eyed foreigner. The old man from Xiangxi once met him," Han Sheng said.

"The old man from Xiangxi met him?" Wu Chushan asked in surprise.

"Yes, many years ago, Locke went to Tianmen Mountain. They met and talked for a long time by Moon Lake. Later, Locke left, going to northwestern Yunnan to find a paradise called 'Shambhala.' It wasn't until the old man from Xiangxi and Granny Xiaoying came to Blue Moon Valley that they learned Locke had found his paradise—Blue Moon Valley—and became a Rinpoche in the temple there. Unfortunately, he died in 1935," Han Sheng said.

Wu Chushan seemed lost in deep reminiscence and contemplation. After a long while, he slowly spoke, "I remember a bestselling book published in the early 1930s called *Lost Horizon*, written in English by James Hilton, an Englishman. The book mentions a mysterious 'Shangri-La,' which includes a 'Blue Moon Valley.' Within the valley is a magnificent Lama temple, and the high monks there are missionaries from Europe in the early 19th century. Could this be related to the Geda Living Buddha you mentioned, also known as Locke? Perhaps the author didn't completely fabricate it, but rather based it on verifiable evidence?"

"Father, please tell me," Lan'er said, tugging at Wu Chushan's sleeve.

Wu Chushan nodded, recalling the story as he recounted, "The story goes that several Westerners, en route to Peshawar, Pakistan, were hijacked by a mysterious Eastern hijacker and taken to a place in the Himalayas. Running out of fuel, the plane crashed in a place called 'Shangri-La,' a place with snow-capped mountains, glaciers, canyons, forests, meadows, lakes, gold mines, and pure air. The people there were peaceful, leisurely, content, tranquil, and harmonious—a haven for all of humanity's beautiful ideals.

The Living Buddha of the Lama Temple in Shangri-La was a blue-eyed foreigner. This high monk had several Zen-like conversations with the protagonist of the book, oh yes, the British Consul Conway, intending to pass on his mantle to him. However, in the end, Conway still longed for the secular world and fled Shangri-La. Years later, when Conway grew weary of the materialistic civilized society and wanted to return to the tranquil Shangri-La, he could no longer find that place."

"What a beautiful story..." Lan'er blinked her clear, large eyes, saying wistfully.

The next morning, Han Sheng walked alone along the blue lake towards the lama temple at the end of the mountains.

The temple was located behind a high-altitude meadow blooming with nameless wildflowers. Following a stone path and crossing a wooden bridge, he came upon dozens of wooden, watchtower-like buildings built into the mountainside, their exquisite wooden doors adorned with ancient thangkas. From within, the muffled sound of drums emanated. The main hall housed a statue of Padmasambhava, behind which flew the five dakinis. Prayer flags hung everywhere from the ceiling; the room was dimly lit and cramped, lacking the opulent grandeur of Han Chinese Buddhist temples. Beside the altar, a thin, gaunt old lama in red robes sat behind a prayer table, chanting sutras, striking a drum and blowing a conch shell after each recitation.

Han Sheng respectfully bowed to the statue of Guru Rinpoche, then went to the prayer table.

"Om Ah Hum Vajra Guru, Padma, Siddhi Hum..." the old lama chanted, then looked up at Han Sheng and said in Chinese, "The Guru Rinpoche mantra. Regularly reciting this mantra will bring divine favor, protection from benevolent spirits, dispel calamities, cure illnesses, prolong life, and increase wisdom. Even if you encounter great disasters in the future, as long as your faith is firm, you will surely turn misfortune into good fortune."

Han Sheng took out the string of garnet beads from Danba's robes and handed it to him. The old lama stared at the beads in his hand in surprise, his face suddenly freezing.

"Danba Rinpoche is dead?" the old lama said softly.

"Yes, Lama Danba passed away in the capital," Han Sheng said.

"How did he die?" the old lama asked.

"Thai black magic," Han Sheng replied.

The old lama silently stroked the smooth prayer beads, chanting mantras. After a moment, he looked up at Han Sheng and asked, "What did he say before he died?"

Han Sheng pondered whether to reveal the old sheepskin. If the old lama Danba wanted him to give the sheepskin to this temple, he wouldn't have left him the coded message for their meeting. Therefore, he couldn't reveal everything yet.

"I cleansed the old lama Danba of the curses, and then I left. I wasn't present when he passed away," Han Sheng said.

"When did he give you these prayer beads?" the old lama asked.

"The prayer beads were given to me by Master Jin," Han Sheng answered truthfully.

"Master Jin?" The old lama glanced at Han Sheng with a questioning look.

"Master Jin is the abbot of the Baiyun Temple in the capital. He and the old lama Danba were close friends for many years and came to Blue Moon Valley together," Han Sheng explained.

"Oh, where is he now?" the old lama asked.

“What is Song? It is the innate Yang essence. If one loses Song, one cannot deeply understand Buddhism. I have never lost Song, therefore my understanding of Buddhism is profound…” came the voice of Master Jin talking to himself from outside the door.

Han Sheng smiled and said, “He’s here.”

“Han Sheng, I saw you from afar,” Master Jin entered the hall, his gaze falling on the string of prayer beads in the old lama’s hand. He sighed and said, “These are Danba’s prayer beads, aren’t they?”

“Benefactor Jin, how did Danba Rinpoche entrust his ritual implements to you? I would like to hear the details.” The old lama said calmly.

“Danba was my close friend. Before he passed away, he entrusted the prayer beads to me, asking me to give them to this brother Han Sheng, and to protect and persuade him to live in seclusion in the Tibetan region of northwestern Yunnan. With Han Sheng safe, the matter entrusted by Lama Danba is also safe.” Master Jin said.

“What did Danba Rinpoche entrust to you?” the old lama asked with bright eyes.

Master Jin's gaze fell upon Han Sheng.

The old lama looked at Han Sheng eagerly, opened his mouth, but remained silent.

Han Sheng was now in a dilemma. To tell the truth would violate Danba's instructions; to remain silent, however, was in Danba Lama's own temple, and everyone would assume it concerned something extremely important to the temple.

"Han Sheng, since you've already come to Blue Moon Valley, and this concerns the prophecy of the Geda Living Buddha, you might as well tell the temple; that would be a relief," Master Jin advised, seeing Han Sheng's troubled expression.

Han Sheng glanced at Master Jin and pondered, "It's not that I'm unwilling to tell, but the old lama of Danba only allows me to tell one person."

"Who?" Master Jin and the old lama asked in surprise.

"Someone who can speak the code to me," Han Sheng replied.

"The code?" Master Jin asked, puzzled.

"Yes," Han Sheng nodded.

The thin, wiry old lama spoke, “Since Danba Rinpoche has made this arrangement, there must be a reason. Don’t force yourself, Hansheng. I am Danzeng, Danba Rinpoche’s junior brother and the master of this temple. You can come here to find me anytime.”

“Thank you, Master Danzeng,” Hansheng bowed.

“You should keep Danba Rinpoche’s prayer beads; perhaps they will be of some help to you,” Master Danzeng said kindly, handing them back to Hansheng. Hansheng

nodded and put the beads back in his pocket. Hansheng

left the temple, walked through the lush meadow, and casually picked some pretty wildflowers of various colors, intending to take them back to Lan’er.

Master Jin stood at the temple gate, watching Hansheng from afar, still chanting, “What is Song…”

That night, Hansheng chatted with Wu Chushan and his daughter until very late before leaving their room. Under the moonlight, he strolled to the back of a large tree in the red pine forest to relieve himself.

“Han Sheng, please come with me to the lake.” A very faint voice entered his ears, and Han Sheng shuddered.

Blue moonlight spilled onto the calm lake surface. All was silent. A red-robed lama stood with his hands behind his back on the shore. A large black raven perched on each of his shoulders, looking quite strange.

“Master, what brings you here so late at night?” Han Sheng approached and recognized the man as the old lama Danzeng he had met at the monastery during the day.

Danzeng Lama turned around; in the moonlight, his face appeared somewhat pale.

“Han Sheng, it seems there are enemies searching for you outside the valley. Could you tell me who your enemies are?” Danzeng Lama asked.

“Enemies?” Han Sheng’s mind raced. Logically, the Huang family—father and son—was already dead and wounded, Xiao Yanfang had also died from a gunshot wound, and he had fallen off a cliff in front of everyone. Could it be that the group from the capital had tracked him down again? Thinking of this, he asked, "What kind of people came?"

Tenzin Lama looked at Han Sheng and said, "Two people, one old and one young, with very strange accents. During their conversation, they mentioned your name."

An old man and a young man? Han Sheng scratched his head, unable to recall such a pair.

"What else did they say?" Han Sheng asked.

"I can't understand them. Their dialect is very strange; they're definitely not from the Central Plains," Tenzin Lama said.

Han Sheng shook his head and said, "I don't remember any such two people. Let me go out and take a look."

Tenzin Lama solemnly warned, "The entrance to Blue Moon Valley only appears briefly at midnight on the night of a full moon. If you miss it, you won't be able to find it again."

Han Sheng asked in surprise, "Why is that?"

Tenzin hesitated for a moment, then finally explained to Han Sheng, "In the entire Meili Snow Mountain region, only the mountains within Blue Moon Valley are composed of blue crystal, which the Han people call eclogite. The blue crystal emits a dense fog day and night, obscuring Blue Moon Valley. Therefore, very few people in the world know of its existence, and the people inside live freely, never worrying about being disturbed by outsiders. The blue fog only disappears briefly at midnight on the night of the full moon on the fifteenth of each month."

"So, the old man from Xiangxi and Uncle Shanren both just happened to arrive at Blue Moon Valley by chance on the fifteenth of the lunar month," Han Sheng suddenly realized.

“Indeed, if we miss midnight on the fifteenth of the lunar month, even we who live in the valley can’t find the entrance. We’ll have to wait another month,” said Lama Tenzin.

“Then how did you know about these two people outside the valley?” Han Sheng asked, puzzled.

Tenzin smiled slightly and pointed to the crows on his shoulder, saying, “The divine crows heard it.”

“Divine crows?” Han Sheng looked at the two black crows in confusion. They weren’t mynas that could simply mimic speech; how could that be?

"These are black birds unique to Blue Moon Valley, unlike the crows of your Central Plains. They are very intelligent and have an excellent memory; they truly have the ability to remember what they've heard. If you don't believe me, you can have them repeat it again," said Lama Tenzin, smiling as he stroked the black feathers on the back of the crows' necks.

"I don't believe you," Han Sheng said resolutely, shaking his head.

Before he could finish speaking, the two crows glared angrily at Han Sheng, and then began to chatter... Han Sheng listened in astonishment as they repeated themselves in human voices, imitating the voices of an old man and a young man, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow, and sure enough, the word "Han Sheng" appeared several times.

"They're Japanese!" Han Sheng exclaimed in surprise.

Tenzin looked at Han Sheng with a questioning gaze.

"They're speaking Japanese. Strange. Murakami Takeo died from Master Jin's Heavenly Qi Gong, and Inubushi was also killed by Master Jin's enema. How come there are two more Japanese?" Han Sheng asked, puzzled.

"So, the Japanese are your enemies? Are they planning to take over Blue Moon Valley?" Danzeng asked, quite suspiciously.

"I'll go out of the valley to check," Han Sheng said.

"Then you can only return on the fifteenth of next month," Danzeng Lama reminded him.

Han Sheng smiled slightly, thinking to himself, others have to wait a month, but with my 'fly eye', I can easily find my way back. It's just another cliff jump. Thinking back to the last fall, it felt like floating on air; I've been wanting to try it again for a while now.

"I've decided to leave the valley," Han Sheng said firmly.

Tenzin Lama remained silent for a long while, finally saying thoughtfully, "Let everything be as it may, benefactor Hansheng. Do you remember what I told you about Danba Rinpoche's prayer beads in the temple today?"

Hansheng nodded and said, "I remember, the master said the prayer beads might be helpful to me in the future."

Tenzin smiled and said, "That's right. This string of prayer beads was passed down from the successive abbots and great Rinpoches. It is made of blue crystal essence and is called the 'Bardo Mantra Beads.' It contains a kind of supernatural power sealed within it by the successive Living Buddhas. Now that Danba is gone, the method of using the mantra beads is unknown. Danba left these beads to you; it seems that benefactor Hansheng's affinity is truly profound."

Hansheng was surprised. So this string of prayer beads had such a great history. Since it was a Bardo Mantra Beads, it must also be an amulet against evil.

"Since this Bardo Mantra Beads is a treasure of your temple, it is inconvenient for Hansheng to keep it with him. I should return it to the master." As Hansheng spoke, he took out the string of prayer beads from his pocket and handed it to Tenzin Lama.

“No,” Tenzin Lama waved his hand and said, “Hansheng, since Danba Rinpoche has entrusted you with the prophecy of Geda Living Buddha and bestowed upon you the mantra beads, there must be a profound reason. Please do not refuse; just do as Danba wishes.” After speaking, Tenzin explained the route out of the valley to Hansheng in detail, and then drifted away with the two divine crows.

Hansheng silently watched the old lama's red robes gradually disappear into the pale blue moonlight.

Possessing the power of hysteria, I can now roam the world like Liu Jinmo, Hansheng thought, straightening his chest and walking along the path by the lake towards the valley's exit.

Chapter 288

Under the moonlight, Hansheng hurriedly traveled at night following the path indicated by the old lama Tenzin.

In the pine forest by the lake, the old ancestor sat listlessly, half-drunk, before the graves of Liu Jinmo and Xiao Cuihua. She regretted not having decisively followed Liu Jinmo in death; she would have surely stopped him from drinking the poisoned wine. If Liu Jinmo were still alive, she would have even preferred to withdraw and let Xiao Cuihua and Xiao Cuihua live. But now: a night of longing, Zu Ying sleepless alone, the wine empty, the tea cold… the green graves, a betrayal of lovers, the dream shattered at dawn… The old ancestor put down the empty wine jar, her heart filled with unbearable longing and turmoil, when she suddenly heard footsteps on the lakeside path. Looking through her drunken eyes, she saw a figure hurrying by, and it looked exactly like Han Sheng.

So late, where could Han Sheng be going alone? The old ancestor was puzzled, so she slowly stood up, thinking to herself, "I hope nothing bad happens; this child doesn't know any martial arts."

With that thought, the old ancestor gently gathered her qi and followed.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, obscuring only the hazy path beneath his feet. All around was a vast expanse of blue, obscuring everything else. Han Sheng stumbled and staggered through the winding valley, losing track of time. Just as he felt completely lost, the fog ahead slowly dissipated, revealing a sapphire-green lake before him. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the snow-capped mountains and a crescent moon, serene and tranquil.

A campfire burned on the shore, and two people sat beside it. The aroma of roasting meat filled the air, making one's mouth water.

Han Sheng walked over, his footsteps attracting the attention of the two men.

They were an old man and a young man. The old man was deathly pale, emaciated, with sunken eyes and luminous green pupils. He was surprisingly dressed in a black suit with a white tie. The boy was practically a child, about seven or eight years old, with a rosy, chubby face and bulging, bull-like eyes filled with bright red blood vessels. He wore a cream-colored children's suit with a scarlet tie, and a black handkerchief with gold flecks peeked out from his breast pocket.

Two large, fragrant birds were roasting over the fire, and scattered on the ground were black feathers and entrails, resembling the "divine crows" carried by the Tenzin Lama.

"Who are you?" the old man asked warily in broken Chinese, standing up.

They were indeed two Japanese, Han Sheng thought, carefully observing them. They carried no weapons, but each carried a small, bulging canvas backpack.

Han Sheng thought, in the world of martial arts, one must never reveal one's identity first.

"Are you tourists? How did you end up in the most remote area of Meili Snow Mountain?" Han Sheng countered.

The old man and the boy exchanged glances, then the old man nodded and said, "Ours are tourists, looking for someone." His voice sounded strange.

"Looking for a woman?" Han Sheng smiled, deliberately probing.

The old man grinned, following Han Sheng's words, "Yes, a girl, a pretty girl."

His mouth was a mess; he had no teeth, only pink, uneven gums.

The boy glared at the old man with his bulging, bull-like eyes, scaring him so much that he lowered his head and dared not speak again.

"Hmm, and yours, who are you? What are you doing by the lake so late at night?" The boy stood up and sized up Han Sheng, his tone quite mature and composed.

The boy's small rows of teeth were surprisingly neat, like Shen Caihua's.

"I live nearby, I'm looking for my cow, it's gone," Han Sheng lied.

"Looking for a cow?" the boy asked suspiciously, his bulging eyes fixed on Han Sheng, his nose twitching incessantly. Then, seemingly quite certain, he said, "Hmm, it smells like a corpse."

The old man's expression changed upon hearing this. He quickly pulled a rusty, half-broken samurai sword from his backpack. The long handle and the blade were not only chipped but also riddled with gaps. He leaped in front of Han Sheng in a flash, his small, sunken eyes glaring fiercely at him. He asked the boy, "Senior brother, what kind of corpse is he?"

The boy frowned and slowly said, "Corpse transformations in the Central Plains are very complex. I've heard there are eighteen transformations, especially for women."

"A woman's beauty changes drastically as she grows up," the old man recited a Central Plains idiom, a smile spreading across his face.

"He's a male corpse," the boy glared at the old man again.

The old man's pale face flushed red, and he brandished the broken samurai sword, shouting at Han Sheng, "Yours? What corpse? Mine? Kamakura Sōshū Gorō Nyūdō Kanze Masamune Demon Sword! Speak!"

Han Sheng had heard Liu Jinmo say that the more people a sword had killed, the more powerful it was at warding off evil. Some high-ranking officials in the capital city would collect old Japanese military swords and hang them in their bedrooms, so that vengeful spirits wouldn't dare to approach. Especially those Japanese war swords with countless wounds, chipped blades, bloodstains, and rust, which would emit a slight whistling sound in the dead of night.

"Hanging them in the bedroom? But why would they do that?" Han Sheng asked, puzzled.

Liu Jinmo had explained in detail: which high-ranking official in the capital city hadn't done bad things? Because they feared vengeful spirits at night, they often suffered from insomnia. Later, a wise man advised them to use swords to ward off evil. Just think, what kind of sword killed the most people? Of course, it's a samurai sword used by the Japanese during their invasion of China. A sword that hasn't killed anyone has no protective power. Later, a craze for collecting old Japanese swords swept through Beijing, driving prices ever higher.

Han Sheng looked at the old half-sword in the old man's hand and thought, "This sword must have killed countless people and drunk countless blood."

Chapter 289

This is indeed a samurai sword that has killed countless people. It is named "Kanse Masamune" and was made by Okazaki Goro of the Sōshū Den during the Kamakura period. Its special technique is that the hamon (non-straight line hamon) of the tempered blade can be seen in tiny particles. The hamon is a chaotic mix of different patterns, and the jigami pattern is broken and the gold lines are burned away. It is impossible to imitate to this day.

Legend has it that there were two very famous swords in ancient Japan, one named "Muramasa" and the other named "Masamune". Once, someone wanted to test which of these two famous swords was stronger. They placed the swords in a stream, blades facing upstream, and deliberately let leaves drift towards the blades. The leaves, upon contact with the Muramasa blade, were easily sliced in two, a truly astonishing feat. Then, something strange happened. The leaves drifting towards the Masamune blade weren't cut in half; instead, they seemed deliberately deflected. Several more leaves were tested, and they all drifted far away, because the Masamune's aura was so powerful that even the leaves dared not approach.

This was the "Masamune" sword, which had slain countless lives across the Japanese archipelago over hundreds of years, finally breaking in two. Later, this broken sword fell into the hands of the "Slaying Corpse Path," whose aura was used to slaughter corpses and demons. This time, it was brought to the Central Plains by its leader, Onizuka, ready to unleash a massacre.

The old man, known as "Old Ghost," was a renowned assassin of the Corpse-Slaying Path. The young man, named "Kozuka," possessed far superior skill. In this path, seniority was determined by skill level, so despite his young age, Kozuka held a higher position than Old Ghost.

"I am a human, not a corpse," Han Sheng said. Although he had mastered the Hysteria Divine Skill, he was still somewhat afraid of the Japanese Old Ghost, who wielded a sword and whose features were so ferocious.

"Hmph, the corpse aura on you is overwhelming. Tell me, what kind of corpse are you?" Kozuka pressed, his bloodshot, bulging eyes gleaming red.

Corpse aura on me? Han Sheng thought of the corpse shroud he wore. Could it be that it absorbed the corpse's aura when it accidentally injured Shen Caihua…? Kozuka waved his hand, and Old Ghost raised half of his "Kanse Masamune" katana, slashing down at Han Sheng's face… "Han Sheng! Get out of the way!" A hoarse shout suddenly rang out, and a black shadow pounced down.

"Ancestor?" Han Sheng exclaimed in surprise.

Kozuka waved to stop the old ghost and looked at the newcomer.

The ancestor landed gracefully in front of Hansheng, complaining, "Hansheng, why did you run out on your own? If I hadn't found you, you would have been in grave danger today."

"Your, Hansheng?" Kozuka looked at Hansheng in confusion, then burst into wild laughter, "Old ghost, Hansheng, we finally found him, he's a corpse..."

"Your, who are you?" Kozuka widened his bulging eyes and looked at the ancestor strangely, sniffing him.

The ancestor puffed out his chest, his face covered in purplish-red pimples, and looked at the clown-like man with disdain, loudly announcing his name: "Ancestor of Tianmen Mountain."

Thankfully, this time the ancestor didn't expose his chest in front of these two little Japanese, Hansheng thought.

The old ghost's small, beady eyes shone with a greenish light as he stared at the ancestor's bulging chest, his mouth widening to reveal a mouthful of teeth, "Hehe, the ancestor is really beautiful..." he said.

The old ancestor flew into a rage, shouting, "You old devil, how dare you try to take advantage of me!" With that, she lightly slapped him with a sinister palm.

"How do you know my name?" the old devil asked in surprise, not expecting the old ancestor's palm to be so fast. Before he could finish speaking, the slap had already landed squarely on his cheek... With a muffled "thud," the old devil's vision blurred, and he spat out several pieces of bloody teeth.

At this moment, Kozuka suddenly made his move. He pointed his right hand at the old ancestor, and with a "snap," all five fingertips ignited with emerald green flames, shooting towards the old ancestor's left, right, head, and front and back, blocking his escape routes. Then, his short body leaped up with lightning speed, and with a flick of his left hand, he already had "Kanse Masamune" in his hand. He then gripped the sword with both hands and slashed at the old ancestor.

The patriarch disregarded the half-broken, rusty knife riddled with chipped teeth, channeling his power into his palms and unleashing two gusts of yin wind towards Firefly.

Unexpectedly, Firefly sensed the sudden explosion of true energy within the palm wind, revealing five-colored fireworks—white, blue, black, red, and yellow—illuminating the surroundings while crackling and emitting a pungent stench of corpses.

The patriarch felt a tightness in his chest; in his hesitation, the half-broken "authentic" demon knife was already cleaving towards his face, blood about to splatter everywhere.

At that moment, Han Sheng suddenly activated "Fly Eye," coordinating his Corpse-Hidden Soul and Thief-Swallowing Soul in a lightning-fast attack, pulling the patriarch back. But it was too late; the sharp blade energy of the "authentic" demon knife had already torn open the patriarch's clothes… The patriarch was once again exposed.

"Five Elements Flower Poison Smoke!" Han Sheng blurted out. He suddenly remembered that the *Corpse Clothes Scripture* mentioned a lost art called "Five Elements Flower Poison Smoke," which emitted five different colored smokes of five elements, specifically designed to suppress various forms of corpse transformation. Those who knew this technique would kill a corpse and then absorb its poison by inserting their hand into its abdomen. Over time, their power would grow stronger, and the poison emitted with the smoke could not only intoxicate ordinary people but also martial arts masters.

This technique had long been lost in the Central Plains; it was unbelievable that hundreds of years later, someone in Japan still knew this strange art.

Han Sheng, protected by the White Lotus, was naturally immune to the "Five Elements Flower Poison Smoke," but the Ancestor wasn't so lucky. Fortunately, her power was extremely strong, and the poison she inhaled only caused her to become disoriented and hallucinate, preventing her from falling into a coma.

The Ancestor saw Liu Jinmo, greedily staring at her bare chest. And wasn't that little dwarf beside her, holding a knife in both hands, Xiao Cuihua? The old ancestor smiled shyly at Liu Jinmo, not bothering to conceal her bare chest and abdomen. Instead, she deliberately thrust out her two large breasts, proudly glancing at Xiao Cuihua, and trembling them forcefully. She thought to herself, "Hmph, Xiao Cuihua, do you have any?"

The old ghost's beady eyes were fixed on the old ancestor's swollen breasts, his heart pounding. His toothless mouth panted slightly, drool dripping from it. He thought to himself, "This beautiful woman is probably interested in me. I'm really having a feast for the eyes tonight."

Xiao Zhong was greatly surprised. How could Han Sheng have no reaction to his poisonous smoke? And just now, in a flash, he had rescued this androgynous monster in the blink of an eye. What kind of martial arts was this? How did he do it? Let's try it again… Thinking this, Xiao Zhong's short body leaped up once more. The "authentic" demon sword drew an arc in the moonlight, slashing towards Han Sheng in mid-air.

In Han Sheng's line of sight, Kozuka slowly leaped up, raising half a sword and slowly slashing towards him. Sigh, this little devil's movements are too slow. He might as well not wait any longer. So he clenched his fist and rushed forward, punching Kozuka right in the nose… A crisp "smack" rang out. Before Kozuka could react, he felt a sting in his nose, and tears almost welled up. Looking back at Han Sheng, he was already back outside the circle.

Damn it! Kozuka now understood. Han Sheng's martial arts were incredibly powerful, utterly unbelievable… Wait, something's not right. Besides the sting in his nose, he hadn't suffered any internal injuries. He wiped his nose, only managing to spit out a tube of snot.

Han Sheng knew perfectly well that the "Hysteria Divine Skill" only made his reactions two hundred times faster; it contained no internal energy. Like an ordinary person, it was perfectly adequate for self-defense, but to injure someone, he needed to use a knife, scissors, a hammer, an axe, or other weapons, or attack the opponent's weak points… Yes, weak points!

Han Sheng attacked with lightning speed, extending his fingernails to pinch Kozuka's bulging eyes... Kozuka was fair-skinned and chubby, with long eyelashes growing from his bulging eyelids. When Han Sheng's lightning-fast fingernails pinched at him, the image was projected onto his retina and transmitted to his brain. An ordinary person needs 0.2 seconds to react, while a master like Kozuka can increase his reaction speed to 0.14 seconds. Han Sheng's attack speed was two hundred times faster than that of a normal person. Therefore, when Han Sheng's fingernails had already touched Kozuka's long eyelashes, his brain did not have time to process the image information. The human eyelid's reaction speed is more than 10 times faster. For an average person, it's 0.02 seconds, while for a highly skilled martial artist like Kozuka, it can be less than 0.01 seconds. The combined effect is that when Kozuka's eyelashes sensed Han Sheng's rapidly moving fingernails, they reflexively closed their eyes. Therefore, just as the fingernail was about to pierce his bulging eyeball, Kozuka's eyelids barely had time to close… Han Sheng's fingernails dug into Kozuka's eyelids, and with a yank, tore both of his eyelids apart, causing profuse bleeding and rendering him unable to open his eyes.

"Old Ghost!" Kozuka screamed, urgently calling for the Old Ghost, while simultaneously slashing horizontally with his "Geosou" demon sword, the blade's sharp and domineering aura sweeping towards Han Sheng's arm.

Han Sheng felt the gradually increasing stinging pain on his skin and quickly retreated, jumping out of the circle.

At this moment, Old Ghost was exchanging affectionate glances with Old Ancestor, his withered claws, bulging with veins, groping wildly in Old Ancestor's arms, completely oblivious to the miserable state of Little Tomb beside him.

"Jin Mo..." Old Ancestor's cheeks flushed red, his face so excited that the purple pimples on his face swelled and hardened, several even bursting open, oozing a little milky white fluid.

"Baka!" Suddenly, a loud shout came from the night sky.

Old Ghost jumped at the sound, his arm instantly stiffening, and then his whole body began to tremble.

Han Sheng looked in the direction of the voice and saw three people standing in the moonlight. Two were short and fat, both wearing suits and ties, and the third person was recognized—it was Huang Jianguo... "Han Sheng, long time no see, how are you?" Huang Jianguo chuckled.

Han Sheng sized up Huang Jianguo, glancing at his crotch, then said casually, "Huang Jianguo, are you colluding with the Japanese now?"

Huang Jianguo replied nonchalantly, "Han Sheng, let me introduce you. This is Deputy Consul General Kurosawa of Japan, and this is the infamous leader of the 'Corpse-Slaying Cult' of Japan, Onizuka. They've traveled all the way to Yunnan specifically for you."

Han Sheng coldly asked, "Are the Japanese also here for Danba's will?"

"Hello, Mr. Han Sheng, it's our first meeting. Please take care of me," Kurosawa said with a smile and a polite nod. Onizuka

, with a gloomy face, walked towards Kozuka and Old Ghost. His feet seemed to float, moving silently. Han Sheng glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and noticed that he had no shadow in the moonlight…

Chapter 290

Han Sheng was suddenly startled. How could this person have no shadow?

Onizuka approached the old ghost, staring at the withered hand that had reached into the old ancestor's arms. He snorted, and the old ghost immediately trembled violently.

"Master, her... she herself took a liking to me," the old ghost stammered.

Onizuka grinned sinisterly, blowing a puff of breath onto the old ghost's arm, and chuckled, "Very well, you can hold onto her now."

The old ghost's arm instantly stiffened, losing all feeling. His withered fingers clenched, gripping the old ancestor's breast tightly, his nails digging into the flesh.

The old ancestor stared at the old ghost in astonishment, asking, "Jinmo, who is this person?"

The old ghost replied with a sob, "He... is the sect leader's."

Han Sheng, seeing this, angrily said, "Since ancient times, men and women have been different. You've gone too far! Release the old ancestor!" He then prepared to pull the old ancestor away, knowing that she was now poisoned by the "Five Elements Flower Poison Smoke," her mind clouded, and she mistook the old Japanese ghost for the deceased Liu Jinmo.

"Wait, Han Sheng, we've searched the entire Meili Snow Mountain with great difficulty, and we've finally found you today. Please come with us; that way, we won't harm this old lady," Hei Ze said, seemingly very sincerely.

Han Sheng assessed the balance of power. "Fly Eye" could guarantee his own escape, but the old ancestor was poisoned, making escape difficult and potentially subject to humiliation and sexual assault. She was Liu Jinmo's master's wife, and Mr. Liu had been incredibly loyal to him; Han Sheng absolutely couldn't ignore her. But what should he do?

The most powerful one is that short, fat cult leader, Onizuka. I wonder if he's human or a ghost?

At this moment, Onizuka examined the injuries on Kozuka's face and found that both of his upper eyelids had been torn open, but there were no internal injuries. So he was relieved and silently turned around to Kurosawa and said, "Hansheng, your lightness skill is beautiful, but you don't have any internal strength..."

Before he finished speaking, Onizuka's arm suddenly grew larger and his fat little hand grabbed Hansheng with lightning speed.

The fly-eye technique activated suddenly. In Han Sheng's view, Onizuka's hand reaching for him was much faster than Kozuka's. Even so, in the fly-eye's view, it was still a slow motion. He could even clearly see the pinkish lividity covering the arm under the moonlight... Han Sheng smiled slightly, and was about to calmly dodge when suddenly everything went wrong. The lividity on Onizuka's arm detached from the flesh and rained down like a shower of flowers... Han Sheng was shocked and quickly retreated, but the lividity followed him relentlessly... In his hesitation, the dozen or so pinkish lividity patches pounced on Han Sheng. Suddenly, a series of "beep beep pop" white lights flashed, and the lividity patches that landed on his body let out a shrill scream and instantly burned to ashes, filling the air with the stench of burnt corpses.

Onizuka was utterly shocked, frozen in place. This was something he had never experienced before. The "Old Corpse Spots" on his arm were a renowned hidden weapon feared by both the human and demonic factions of Japan. A single strike would cause the body to harden and turn cold, forming "rigidity," rendering even the most skilled opponent helpless. Yet tonight, Han Sheng had instantly neutralized all of his famous hidden weapons!

Han Sheng was even more startled. It turned out that the *Corpse Clothing Manual* also mentioned a legendary, extremely evil hidden weapon—"Old Corpse Spots." Those who practiced this skill were exceptionally wicked; they had to wander through graveyards at midnight, absorbing the corpse's aura. Once accustomed to it, they would dig open coffins and suck the lingering, decaying odor from the dead bodies, especially from old, uncorrupted corpses—the stinkier the better. Over time, corpse spots begin to appear on the bodies of those who practice this technique. Initially bluish-black, they gradually turn pale green, and finally, upon mastery, become a vibrant pink. When used, these corpse spots are unleashed with internal force. These aged corpse spots seem to possess a spirit, automatically seeking out and attacking the opponent, making them impossible to defend against. Those struck by the spots become stiff, their minds remaining clear while their bodies are no different from the dead. Therefore, the *Corpse Clothing Scripture* lists it as the most evil hidden weapon in the world.

Han Sheng looked again at Gui Zhong's arm; where the corpse spots had previously stood, they had turned bluish-black, and new generations of corpse spots were beginning to grow.

Kurosawa was secretly astonished. Han Sheng's martial arts were so high that even Onizuka couldn't subdue him. It seemed capturing him would require some thought.

"Haha, Han Sheng, I didn't expect you to have martial arts skills! Truly a hidden talent, a formidable young man..." Kurosawa chuckled, his eyes darting around before his face darkened. He said with a forced smile, "Han Sheng, it seems the Ancestor has taken a liking to Old Ghost. How about we take her away? Let's do a good deed."

Han Sheng sighed inwardly. What a close call! If it weren't for the Corpse Cloak protecting him, even with his fly-eye technique, he would have fallen for it. Onizuka was truly wicked; he seemed to have no chance of winning. But the Ancestor couldn't be taken away.

Kurosawa noticed Han Sheng's hesitation and turned to Onizuka, speaking a string of Japanese. Onizuka nodded, then waved his hand. Upon hearing this, Old Ghost dragged the Ancestor away, and Onizuka and Kozuka departed together.

"Jinmo, where are we going?" The old ancestor looked down at the stiff, withered hand still pinching her breast, and asked in a tender, coquettish voice.

"Going home," the old ghost chuckled, revealing his pink teeth.

"Hansheng, we'll take our leave now, until we meet again," Heize said politely, then turned and beckoned Huang Jianguo to leave with them.

Under the moonlight, Hansheng stood there, stunned.

Heize walked several dozen meters away, then quietly looked back and found that Hansheng had followed behind.

The waning moon set in the west, the Milky Way dimmed, and they gradually moved away from Blue Moon Valley.

"Mr. Heize, we can't take the road to Zhongdian," Huang Jianguo suddenly said.

"Why? That's the only road south back to the Central Plains," Heize said.

Huang Jianguo chuckled and said, "Mr. Heize wants to leave the place where Hansheng appeared as soon as possible. I guess he wants to prevent his accomplices from finding him. Master Jin and Wu Chushan are all top-notch masters in the martial arts world. Am I right?"

Heize nodded and said, "That's right. Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory."

Huang Jianguo solemnly continued, "The road back to Zhongdian is the same one that the leader's subordinates took. Considering how cunning the leader is, he is determined to capture Hansheng. How could he not have a contingency plan? We have only coerced Hansheng to come with us now. We haven't obtained Danba's will yet. If we send reinforcements from the capital..." "Wouldn't it be awkward to run into them head-on? Besides, they have many eyes and ears, and our whereabouts are bound to be discovered. Even if you obtain Danba's will, the chief will relentlessly pursue you. It's more likely that before you receive the will, Hansheng will be taken away by them and never heard from again. Wouldn't Mr. Kurosawa end up empty-handed?" Kurosawa

nodded in agreement: "Hmm, Huang Jianguo is indeed a talented person, his considerations are meticulous. But as far as I know, there's no other way back to the Central Plains from Meili Snow Mountain. We can't just turn around and head northwest into Tibet, can we?"

Huang Jianguo smiled: "There is another route. I've studied the map; it's the safest route."

"Oh, Kurosawa is all ears," Kurosawa said sincerely.

"We're currently between the Lancang and Nu Rivers. First, we'll head west across the Nu River, then south along the Gaoligong Mountains to Tengchong, passing through Myitkyina in Myanmar. From there, we can take a train to Yangon, where the Japanese Embassy is located. Mr. Kurosawa can then secretly board a plane back to Japan," Huang Jianguo explained confidently.

"Excellent, brilliant plan! But you…" Kurosawa began.

"Of course I'll go to Tokyo with you," Huang Jianguo said smugly, "to have the surgery. We need a black man's testicles."

Kurosawa laughed heartily, repeatedly saying, "Excellent, excellent, black testicles, no problem."

Dawn was breaking. Looking down from a small mountain peak, the rushing Nu River at its foot resembled a python winding its way south.

Gazing at the undulating Gaoligong Mountains, Kurosawa frowned and said, "This road is difficult." "

Mr. Kurosawa, Onizuka and the others are highly skilled samurai from Japan, more than capable of protecting us safely until we reach Myitkyina in Myanmar," Huang Jianguo flattered obsequiously.

"But we have to cross the Savage Mountain," Kurosawa said worriedly.

"The Savage Mountain?" Huang Jianguo asked, puzzled.

"The Savage Mountain? Excellent! There are many Chinese soldiers' corpses there, and some might not even be decomposed—that's what I need," Onizuka said excitedly.

"Cross the Nu River," Kurosawa gritted his teeth and ordered Onizuka.

Chapter 291:

The Ancestor inhaled the "Five Elements Flower Poison Smoke" at midnight when the yin energy was at its strongest. As dawn broke and the yang energy rose, the poison slowly dissipated.

The old ancestor looked down and saw that the old ghost's withered, veiny hand was tightly gripping her breast. Due to poor blood flow, her breast was bruised and bluish-purple. Enraged, she roared, "Damn it! How dare you take advantage of me!" She channeled her energy into her arm and unleashed a soft, "Shadowless Palm" strike at the old ghost's groping hand… The old ghost was horrified, but her arm had been spewed with corpse energy by the cult leader, Ghost Tomb, the previous night, causing partial rigor mortis. Stiff and numb, she couldn't react. With a "crack," the old ancestor's palm severed her wrist! Only the remaining claw remained, still tightly gripping her breast… The old ghost stared blankly as blood gushed from her severed arm, feeling no pain—due to the paralysis caused by the corpse energy.

This sudden turn of events shocked everyone. Ghost Tomb, enraged, raised his hand and struck the old ancestor's crown.

"Wait!" Kurosawa hurriedly shouted, "Kill the Ancestor, and Hansheng won't follow."

Onizuka sighed, then unleashed a burst of internal energy, sending several pinkish-red livid spots from his other arm flying towards the Ancestor.

The Ancestor, who had just regained consciousness, was angrily pulling at her withered claw, breaking off fingers one by one, completely unaware that the silent livid spots were already approaching.

"Danger!" Hansheng suddenly arrived like lightning. He had noticed the Ancestor's unusual movements from afar and knew the poison had dissipated, so he rushed forward to rescue her.

The Ancestor tried to dodge, but it was too late. Several livid spots struck her chest and face, her body instantly stiffening. She stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Hansheng stopped, now only a few feet away from the Ancestor.

"Hansheng, you finally showed yourself. Want to come to Japan with me and broaden your horizons?" Kurosawa said with a grin.

"Alas, it's too late. I regret not learning some internal martial arts from the old man from Xiangxi or Granny Wang back then. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had to watch my ancestor suffer. Now she's infected with corpse poison and can't move. Even if I managed to rescue her, I wouldn't be able to get very far with my strength.

" Huang Jianguo advised. "Hansheng, for the sake of our shared hometown, I'll give you a piece of advice. Mr. Kurosawa is sincere, trustworthy, and polite. Why don't you just travel with us? Why make things so tense?" Hansheng

coldly replied, "We have different paths, so we can't work together. I'm just a village barefoot doctor, while you, Huang Jianguo, have always dreamed of becoming emperor through the power of Tai Chi Yin Yun. It's just a pity..."

"What's a pity?" Huang Jianguo became alert.

"It's a pity I'm a eunuch," Hansheng said calmly.

"Haha," Huang Jianguo laughed, "So what? Mr. Kurosawa is already preparing to transplant new testicles into me in Japan, and they're from a black man."

"A black man's testicles?" Hansheng was somewhat puzzled.

“That’s what a real man is like, unlike you sick men of East Asia who are ‘hard to get hard and can’t last long.’” Huang Jianguo let out a lewd laugh.

Onizuka took a small bamboo tube from Kozuka's backpack, opened the lid, pulled out a thin, white, semi-transparent membrane, blew in a breath of corpse air, and then wrapped it tightly around the old ghost's severed arm. The bleeding from the old ghost's wrist stopped immediately. "Thank you, Master," he said, bowing deeply.

"What is that thing? It stops bleeding so quickly!" Han Sheng asked curiously. Japan also had some very effective, albeit unorthodox, medical techniques.

Onizuka glanced at Han Sheng and said contemptuously, "It's from our Corpse-Cutting Dao secret technique, 'Life-Giving Robe,' used inside a female corpse's womb, from the placenta."

Han Sheng nodded. In Central Plains medicine, the placenta is called 'Buddha's Robe' or 'Purple River Cart.' He had used it to treat Liu Jinmo's yin poison before, adding a large amount of human placenta extract. It seemed that some of Japan's medical methods were basically transmitted from the Central Plains.

The rising sun slanted across the banks of the Nu River Valley, casting long shadows at everyone's feet.

"Onizuka, where's your shadow?" Han Sheng asked curiously.

Huang Jianguo looked down and stared wide-eyed in surprise at Onizuka, the leader of the Corpse-Slaying Cult.

"Haha," Onizuka laughed disdainfully, "You little brat, you don't understand, you Chinese pig."

Kurosawa smiled silently.

"So, you're a Yin person." Han Sheng suddenly realized.

"Yin person? What Yin person?" Huang Jianguo asked nervously.

"A Yin person is someone in the intermediate state between midnight and full moon, surrounded by heavy corpse energy. They live by consuming corpse energy, and after forty-nine days, they become a Yin person. But ordinary people don't know how to consume Yin energy. This is an ancient evil art that has been lost in the Central Plains since the Southern Song Dynasty," Han Sheng said.

Onizuka was stunned, and said blankly, "How did you know?"

Han Sheng didn't answer immediately. The Yin people recorded by Liu Bowen were extremely evil, active at night, robbing graves, and feeding on corpse energy. As a result, they were hunted down by the courts and the common people throughout history, and had basically disappeared from the martial arts world since the Yuan Dynasty. Yin people are easy to identify because they have no shadow. As for the evil arts of Yin people, the "Corpse Clothes Classic" only mentions that Yin people are good at using a very powerful hidden weapon called "Old Corpse Spots," which is silent and extremely powerful, and is listed as the number one hidden weapon. There are no other records in the classics, and it is estimated that even Liu Bowen did not know.

Han Sheng pondered and asked, "Onizuka, where did you absorb so much corpse energy when you were in the intermediate state?"

Onizuka sneered, "Of course, it was during the war."

"War? When was the war?" Han Sheng asked, puzzled.

"The Sino-Japanese War," Onizuka said.

"You mean the War of Resistance Against Japan?" Han Sheng thought, that was more than 30 years ago.

"Hmph, I am Major Onizuka of the 55th Regiment of the Yoneru Division of the Great Japanese Empire," Onizuka said arrogantly, looking down at Han Sheng.

"So, you're some kind of zombie somewhere between a human and a ghost," Han Sheng said.

Onizuka sneered, "No, you're wrong. Not all zombies are in a state of intermediate existence. Our Corpse-Slaying Cult's secret technique is that normal people absorb a lot of corpse energy and become zombies. We're not zombies, but zombie-repelling agents."

"Hmph, anyway, you're not good people. What are you going to do with our ancestor?" Han Sheng asked hatefully.

Kurosawa chuckled coldly, "Han Sheng, just tell me what Danba Lama instructed, and I'll release her immediately."

"Yes, Han Sheng, that was just a prophecy about the national political situation from a living Buddha decades ago. It has nothing to do with a village barefoot doctor like you. Tell Mr. Kurosawa, the Japanese are trustworthy and will definitely not mistreat you," Huang Jianguo advised from the side.

"It has nothing to do with me, and even less to do with the Japanese. What do they want to know about the prophecy for?" Han Sheng scoffed.

Kurosawa waved his hand and rattled off a few words to Onizuka. Onizuka then ordered the old ghost to carry the ancestor, and the group headed towards the Nu River.

Han Sheng had no choice but to follow at a distance.

Kurosawa and the others walked along the desolate path by the river for a whole day, eating some biscuits and chocolates along the way.

Han Sheng, on the other hand, could only pick some wild fruits along the way to fill his stomach. He thought there would definitely be an opportunity.

At dusk, Kurosawa and the others finally arrived at an ancient ferry crossing in the Nu River Valley. A suspension bridge had long since eroded away, leaving only the remains of stone pillars on both banks. They chose a relatively flat spot to camp and lit a campfire. Kozuka went into the water and easily caught several large fish. He gutted them, skewered them on wooden sticks, and roasted them. The aroma wafted over, making Han Sheng's stomach grow unbearably hungry.

"The other side of the river is Myanmar, and beyond the Nmai River is the Savage Mountain," Onizuka said thoughtfully.

"This Han Sheng is quite stubborn. This can't go on like this. Mr. Onizuka, with your skills, can't you subdue him?" Kurosawa asked, frowning.

Onizuka thought for a moment and said, "His lightness skill is superb, and he can break my 'Old Corpse Spots.' Although capturing him shouldn't be a problem, it's inevitable that he'll be injured. I can't guarantee that."

"Before we get a confession, we must not harm him, understand?" Kurosawa said solemnly.

"This kid is very strange. We caught him in Jiangxi Poyang, and a medical professor from the capital tried to hypnotize him with drugs, increasing the dosage several times, but it was still useless. He easily escaped," Huang Jianguo explained.

A gust of wind whooshed by, then vanished in an instant. The group only saw a figure flash before their eyes, its speed utterly unbelievable. When they looked closer, two of the roasted fish on the campfire were gone… “Baka!” Kozuka cursed angrily.

Han Sheng sat on a large pebble about ten feet away on the riverbank, clutching the two fragrant fish he had stolen, and began to devour them. “It would be even better with a little salt,” he said.

Onizuka waved his hand helplessly, saying, “He’s too fast. You can eat, but he won’t have enough; he’ll come back for more.”

Old Ghost took a fish with one hand, tore it into strips, and stuffed them into the old ancestor’s mouth, saying, “Beautiful lady, fish meat, boneless, eat up!”

The old ancestor was stiff and unable to move, and could only swallow the fish with difficulty.

Huang Jianguo stuffed fish into his mouth, leaned closer to Kurosawa, and chuckled, saying, "Mr. Kurosawa, I have a way to deal with Hansheng."

"Oh, please speak, Mr. Jianguo," Kurosawa

said, staring intently at him. Huang Jianguo leaned closer and whispered, "Doesn't Old Ghost really like Ancestor? Right here by the river, strip Ancestor naked and let Old Ghost have a taste, wouldn't that be great?"

"Wild sex, hmm, good idea. We should also invite Hansheng to watch, hahaha..." Kurosawa chuckled lewdly.

Kurosawa then gave the order, and Onizuka nodded and rattled off a string of words to Old Ghost. The old ghost was overjoyed and flung the half-fish in his hand, tearing open Ancestor's clothes with a "whoosh"... Hansheng was shocked and rushed over to stop him, but Onizuka and Kozuka blocked his way.

"Hansheng, don't be impatient. How about sitting down and watching Old Ghost's wild sex skills together?" Kurosawa said with a forced smile.

"Despicable and shameless!" Han Sheng cursed.

The old ancestor's clothes were torn to shreds, his chest and breasts exposed. His body was paralyzed with rage, and he watched as the green-eyed old Japanese devil's hand roamed between his breasts, tears streaming down

his face. In a moment of impulsive anger, Han Sheng lunged forward. He saw Onizuka's arms swing, his shirt flying off, revealing his plump, white upper body covered in patches of pinkish-red corpse spots the size of coins. His mouth was wide open, wisps of corpse energy leaking from the corners, as if he were about to expel something.

Kozuka gripped the broken half of the "authentic" samurai sword tightly in both hands, glaring menacingly.

"Hansheng, now you're willing to tell me what Danba Lama's instructions were, right?" Kurosawa said slowly, tossing a piece of fish into his mouth and chewing it gently.

Even if he rushed over, how could he escape with the old ancestor? Beads of sweat appeared on Hansheng's forehead... He could only blame his lack of practical experience in the martial world; if only Liu Jinmo were here.

The old ghost opened his toothless mouth, revealing jagged teeth, with sticky saliva dripping down. With a "snap," the old ghost actually hooked the old ancestor's belt with one finger, then pulled it down, exposing the old ancestor's pockmarked, fat, black buttocks to everyone's eyes... With a "splash," water splashed everywhere, and a monster that looked like a human or ape, covered in long brown hair and with disheveled hair, suddenly sprang out of the river, grabbed the old ancestor, and sank back into the water with a "whoosh"... A fishy stench filled the air.

Upon hearing Onizuka's exclamation, "Kappa!"

Chapter 292

The raging Nujiang River roared downstream, catching Kurosawa and the others, including Han Sheng, completely off guard. They stared at the churning water, stunned for a moment.

"How could there be a kappa here?" Kurosawa asked in surprise.

"What is a kappa?" Han Sheng asked in astonishment. It wasn't mentioned in the *Corpse Cloak Sutra*, and he had never heard of such a creature before.

"Kappa, in Japan, 'children who live in rivers.' They're the work of water spirits, dragging people into the river to drown. They smell bad, eat internal organs, and are incredibly strong," Onizuka explained.

"How can we subdue a kappa?" Han Sheng asked anxiously. His ancestor was currently stiff and unable to move, dragged into the Nujiang River by a kappa, facing certain death, and likely even having his internal organs eaten.

"Monkey, mountain monkey, the kappa is afraid of that," Onizuka said.

Kappas are afraid of monkeys? Han Sheng seemed skeptical, but what could they do now? Where was his ancestor...? Han Sheng stared intently at the river, his heart filled with anxiety.

With a splash, a small, brown-furred kappa carrying the half-naked ancestor leaped out of the water from the opposite bank of the river, which was over twenty zhang wide, and quickly disappeared into the jungle.

Han Sheng was shocked. In his haste, he activated his Fly Eye technique, and the turbulent river seemed to stand still. He "whooshed" into the Nu River, and with a light touch of his toes, he crossed the river with lightning speed... and chased after him into the dense jungle.

Hei Ze, Gui Zhong, Huang Jianguo, and the others were so astonished that they couldn't close their mouths.

"This kid's skill is so amazing." Hei Ze stammered, speechless.

"His lightness skill is amazing. I'll go and track him. You guys cross the river slowly." Gui Zhong said, activating the corpse energy in his body. His pores hissed, and his body instantly floated lightly on the river like a piece of paper. His feet didn't touch the water. He swayed and staggered across to the other side, then turned back, waved, and followed into the dense primeval jungle in Myanmar.

Huang Jianguo was extremely surprised and flattered Kurosawa, saying, "The Japanese samurai's skill is clearly superior."

Kurosawa smiled slightly and ordered, "Old Ghost, Kozuka, you two immediately prepare to cross the river."

Old Ghost and Kozuka immediately sprang into action, cutting down some bamboo and quickly tying it into a raft. Then, they invited Kurosawa and Huang Jianguo to board the raft and paddle towards the opposite bank. Due to the swift current, the raft was swept downstream, and by the time they reached the Burmese side, they were already several hundred meters away from where Onizuka was tracking them.

After landing, Kozuka brandished half a samurai sword and led the way, and the group filed into the tropical jungle to continue their pursuit.

This was a true primeval tropical rainforest. Han Sheng felt the sunlight dimming; he could no longer see the blue sky. The ground was covered in moss, and the dense, impenetrable jungle suddenly felt incredibly humid and stifling. Everywhere he looked was slippery, and almost every blade of grass was covered with leeches the size of matchsticks, their tails clinging to the tips, their reddish-brown bodies twisting and reaching towards him, this hot-blooded human. Ahead, the massive Hopea trees reached seventy or eighty meters in height, their plank-like roots supporting a multitude of strangely shaped plants. Some vines even thrived by strangling other plants. The main tree's leaves were enormous, hanging in clusters like washbasins, and everywhere, there were vines hundreds of meters long and as thick as a wrist, weaving and hanging between the trees, making passage difficult.

Beneath a towering tree was a small clearing. The kappa leaned the stiff old ancestor against the plank-like roots. The old ancestor's face was flushed, some of his purple pimples had burst and were oozing pus, his chest and breasts were exposed, his pants were half-down, revealing his dark, fat belly and some graying curly hair... The kappa leaned closer to examine him closely.

"Get away!" A crisp scolding voice rang out, and the kappa immediately lowered his head and obediently stood aside.

Han Sheng parted the leaves to look, hurriedly rubbing his eyes, finally confirming that he wasn't mistaken. The extremely beautiful woman who had pulled up the old ancestor's pants was indeed Mingyue... Han Sheng walked over, and Mingyue looked up at him in great surprise: "Han Sheng? It's you..."

"Haha, little brother Han Sheng, we meet again." Lu Taiguan emerged from behind the tree, laughing loudly, followed by four burly men in black, each holding a short gun.

"Mr. Lu!" Han Sheng said with delight.

After leaving the hidden passage in the water and surfacing on the Peach Blossom River, they returned to the bald rock parking spot, met up with the four bodyguards, and that night found a large water tank, filled it with water, hid the kappa inside, placed it in the trunk of the SUV, and then drove non-stop towards Yunnan, passing through Kunming, Chuxiong, Dali, crossing the Lancang River to Lushui, and then sneaking across the Nu River into Myanmar, preparing to head straight for the Savage Mountain.

While preparing to camp in the Burmese jungle along the Nu River, they discovered a campfire on the opposite bank. Mingyue and Lu Taiguan recognized one of the hostages as their ancestor, so they sent the kappa, skilled in swimming, to capture him.

"Who are those people?" Lu Taiguan asked.

"Japanese, and Huang Jianguo," Hansheng replied.

"Huang Jianguo?" Mingyue was surprised.

"Yes, he has completely surrendered to the Japanese," Hansheng said.

"What are the Japanese doing here? How did you and the old man get here too?" Lu Taiguan asked in surprise.

Han Sheng then briefly explained that the old man had been captured by the Japanese and that he had followed them, omitting the cause of the Danba prophecy.

"The old man's martial arts are not weak, yet he was defeated by them. Who exactly are those Japanese?" Lu Taiguan asked suspiciously.

"There was Deputy Consul General Kurosawa, the Onizuka Cult Leader..." Han Sheng said.

"Cult Leader?" Lu Taiguan asked, puzzled.

"What 'Corpse-Slaying Cult'? That guy was originally a major in the 55th Regiment of the Yoneru Division of the Japanese Army." Han Sheng recalled.

"The Yoneru Division!" Lu Taiguan's face changed drastically.

Lu Taiguan's eyes welled up with tears, and he murmured, "The Yoneru Division..."

Han Sheng silently watched Lu Taiguan, who was immersed in painful memories.

"The Yoneru Division, also known as the 'Kyushu Division,' nicknamed 'Sword,' was composed entirely of miners from northern Kyushu. They were fierce, disciplined, and incredibly brutal. The 'July 7th Incident at Lugou Bridge' was launched by this division. They were also responsible for the Battle of Shanghai, the Hangzhou Bay landings, and the Nanjing Massacre, earning numerous awards from the Japanese Emperor. In the 1942 Singapore campaign, the Yoneru Division, with 30,000 troops, captured 80,000 British soldiers, suffering only 100 casualties themselves. This shocked the British Isles and earned them the title of 'Ever-Victorious Division.' They eventually encountered the Chinese Expeditionary Force in the Hukawng Valley. The Hukawng Valley… buried over 30,000 Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers. Every tree in the Hukawng Valley was strewn with the bones of Chinese soldiers. Six thousand wounded soldiers, not wanting to be a burden, asked their officers for gasoline and collectively immolated themselves…" Unable to contain his grief, Lu Taiguan broke down in tears.

"Mr. Lu, you fought against the Mikuru Division?" Han Sheng asked admiringly.

Lu Taiguan wiped away his tears and nodded, saying, "Yes, it was the 55th Regiment of the Mikuru Division. I became a blood-soaked corpse after that."

"What happened to the Mikuru Division afterward?" Han Sheng asked.

"It was General Sun Liren. He annihilated most of the Mikuru Division, about 20,000 men, avenging the Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers who lay buried in the Savage Mountain. The remaining remnants were sunk by an American submarine in the Taiwan Strait while trying to escape back, and perished at sea." Lu Taiguan replied.

"General Sun Liren, truly remarkable." Han Sheng said with heartfelt admiration.

"It's a pity the general is still under house arrest in Taichung, mourning day and night the souls of the Expeditionary Force soldiers buried in foreign lands. A great general has fallen." Lu Taiguan sighed with deep emotion.

“That short, corpse-slaying cult leader, Onizuka, is the 55th Regiment Major you fought before. He must have killed many Chinese,” Han Sheng said thoughtfully.

“Are they also going to cross the Nu River?” Lu Taiguan asked.

Han Sheng nodded and said, “Yes, they will relentlessly pursue me and my ancestor.”

“Fine, let him come. I, Lu Taiguan, will settle old scores with him,” Lu Taiguan said bitterly.

“He’s a cunning man, extremely powerful. You must be careful,” Han Sheng warned him.

“Whatever kind of cunning man he is, I, Lu Taiguan, don’t care,” Lu Taiguan said with great pride.

“Is that so? You, a blood corpse, and me, a corpse killer. It’s fate that you’re in trouble.” Onizuka’s sinister voice came from above, and a dark figure slowly floated down from the tall Wangtian tree.

Chapter 293

In the primeval jungle of Myanmar, beneath the towering Hopea trees, Lu Taiguan's men had already lit a campfire. Although it was the dry season, the rainforest was swarming with mosquitoes and gnats, making camping impossible without a fire.

Lu Taiguan and Onizuka stood across the fire, hands behind their backs, staring at each other.

"Lieutenant Colonel Wu Taiguan, Regimental Commander of the 38th Division of the Chinese Expeditionary Force," Lu Taiguan announced loudly, still using his old surname, Wu.

"Major Onizuka, 55th Regiment, Yonekuru Division, Imperial Japanese Army," Onizuka said grimly.

The two stared at each other silently for a long time, with no words spoken, except for Onizuka's nose twitching incessantly.

"Yours is a corpse," Onizuka suddenly said, inexplicably excited.

Lu Taiguan sighed, “For over thirty years, more than 30,000 Expeditionary Force soldiers have been buried in the Savage Mountain. Of the 64 Wu family members from Taohuajiang whom I brought from my hometown, not one has returned home. I, Wu, have failed

my elders in this shameful place… Yes, I am a blood corpse, and I have survived for so many years. Today, I return to the Savage Mountain to bring the spirits of those Wu family members back home.” “Heh heh, your 38th Division? Going home? Dream on!” Onizuka sneered.

“Mr. Lu, be careful, the corpse aura emanating from this Onizuka is very sinister,” Han Sheng warned.

“So you’re a Japanese corpse,” Lu Taiguan said disdainfully.

“No, you’re wrong. Mine isn’t a corpse, it’s a corpse killer. In Showa 12, in Nanjing, I absorbed the fetal energy from the corpses of over a thousand pregnant women. That time was so… so comfortable.” Onizuka lewdly laughed.

“Boss, let me take care of this despicable little Japanese devil,” a bodyguard said, drawing his pistol.

Onizuka nonchalantly shook himself, removing his shirt to reveal a plump, white body covered in pink lividity, especially his two small nipples, which were encircled by five-colored lividity patches, resembling the yin and yang of a tai chi symbol, with five different colors in concentric circles. Furthermore, every pore on his body hissed and emitted a deathly aura.

"Alright, today we'll avenge the 30,000 Expeditionary Force soldiers and the 1,000 pregnant women in Nanjing," Lu Taiguan waved his hand.

A muffled gunshot rang out, and a bullet of vengeance struck Onizuka's chest.

The bullet propelled the humid, tropical rainforest air towards Onizuka, who instantly drifted like a feather, the air currents pushing him aside, grazing his skin, and disappearing into an unknown tree.

Lu Taiguan was truly astonished by this sight; his bodyguard, clutching his pistol, stood frozen in shock. This little Japanese soldier was actually unafraid of bullets.

Onizuka, his feet barely touching the ground, floated in the air, smugly muttering, "Chinese pigs are no good..."

"Let me handle this," Mingyue said softly as she approached the campfire.

Onizuka's eyes lit up; this woman was exceptionally beautiful. He landed on the ground, sniffing the air, and muttered to himself, "The corpse... before, now, not."

Mingyue raised her hands, about to unleash a Zhuyou Divine Skill move, when suddenly a tan figure flickered, and a kappa stood before her, its round eyes filled with concern... "A kappa wouldn't let its woman take risks..." This was its thought.

Mingyue felt a slight warmth in her heart, sighing. Such a small kappa, yet it knew how to care for the one it loved. But Huang Jianguo, with only a handsome appearance, had pushed Mingyue, with whom he had once sworn eternal love, into the fire at a crucial moment. If she didn't understand the Zhuyou Divine Skill, how could she have escaped the clutches of her superior?

"Who is Huang Jianguo?" the kappa asked telepathically.

"Alas, he's a two-faced man, a ruthless and heartless Chen Shimei..." Mingyue thought to herself.

"And who is Chen Shimei?" the kappa asked again.

"Both of them are heartless men..." Mingyue couldn't help but blurt out.

"Mine, the heartless one," Onizuka chimed in.

The kappa was enraged, shouting in its mind, "Chen Shimei, prepare to die!" With that, it stretched out its webbed hand and viciously grabbed at Onizuka.

"Your, kappa, Japanese, you understand?" Onizuka asked. He had seen and captured kappas in Izu, Japan, and knew they could understand human language. As he spoke, he floated backward with the wind from his palm, dodging the kappa's sharp fingers.

Hansheng was very curious about the kappa. Despite its childlike body, ape-like face, and a soft, turtle-shell-like armor on its back, it was exceptionally agile, but its entire body reeked of a foul stench that was nauseating.

Gunshots echoed through the dense forest, pointing the way. Kozuka and Oni, along with Kurosawa and Huang Jianguo, arrived at the foot of the Wangtian tree.

"Master, step back. The kappa is mine to deal with." Kozuka, brandishing half of his "authentic" samurai sword, leaped to the front.

Onizuka nodded, floated to the outside of the circle, and stood aside to observe.

The kappa sized up the chubby, white boy before him, who was about the same height and exuded a menacing aura, especially his bulging, blood-red eyes, which resembled those of a large catfish in a peach blossom river. Kozuka

didn't reply, but instead raised his sword and slashed forward. The sharp, domineering blade energy arrived before the blade itself. The kappa, unaware of the sword's power, was a little slow to dodge, and a strand of his long hair was sliced off by the blade energy.

The kappa touched its head and found a strand of hair missing. It immediately roared in anger, then quickly turned around and stuck its rear end out at Kozuka… Kozuka, with its bulging eyes, saw that the kappa had three anus holes on its buttocks. It was momentarily stunned. In its hesitation, the brown curly hair between the kappa's buttocks suddenly parted to the sides, and a puff of gas hissed out from the middle hole, instantly enveloping Kozuka. The gas was incredibly foul-smelling; Kozuka inhaled a little and immediately felt dizzy. Just then, a stream of yellowish-green liquid suddenly shot out from the upper hole, hitting Kozuka.

A hissing sound rang out, and white smoke billowed from Kozuka's suit. The liquid was extremely corrosive; it had splashed onto his bulging eyes as well. With a scream, Kozuka's two vitreous bulges were instantly burned... Onizuka howled, his body suddenly rising into the air. He stretched out his left arm, and three or four red livid spots silently shot towards the kappa with its rear end sticking out. He landed beside Kozuka, and upon closer inspection, discovered that Kozuka's eyes had burned to a grayish-white color; he was blind.

When Meiyue noticed the livid spots aimed at the kappa, she guessed it must be some kind of concealed weapon. She tried to help, but it was too late. Suddenly, Han Sheng's figure flashed, and with two "crackling" sounds, he had already grabbed two or three livid spots, which disappeared in a puff of smoke.

However, one pink livid spot remained stuck to the kappa's rear end. Instantly, the kappa's body stiffened, and it collapsed to the ground with a "thud."

"Master, I can't see anything anymore. Please allow me to commit seppuku." Onizuka spoke calmly by the campfire, faint red tears welling in his eyes.

Onizuka nodded and said softly, "Kozuka, you've done 'Hagakure'."

'Hagakure' is a classical term for Japanese Bushido, meaning to die in the shadow of a tree, sacrificing oneself for one's lord in a place unseen by others. It represents the Bushido spirit of dying decisively, without hesitation or regret.

Kozuka threw down the half-broken "shoso" katana in his hand, drew a "wakizashi" (rib stab) from his waist—a small knife used by samurai for close combat and seppuku—then took off his clothes, knelt on the ground, leaned forward, and smiled as he plunged the wakizashi into his pale belly, then made a straight cut. Blood gushed out, revealing a bunch of still-wriggling intestines inside the open wound… Lu Taiguan and his bodyguards watched silently, expressionless, while Mingyue turned her back, unable to bear the sight.

"Onizuka, how could you let him die in such agony?" Han Sheng couldn't bear it and quickly tried to dissuade him.

"Kozuka, I will bring your ashes back to Japan." Onizuka ignored Han Sheng and spoke softly to Kozuka, then suddenly did something unexpected... Onizuka tore open Kozuka's bloodied belly with both hands and plunged his head into his abdominal cavity, then began to suck it out... Weary footsteps echoed from the jungle, and Kurosawa, Huang Jianguo, and the old ghost of Oshio appeared before them.

Kurosawa was shocked by the scene by the campfire. He first glanced at Lu Taiguan, Mingyue, and the four armed bodyguards, then noticed Onizuka lying on the ground on top of Kozuka's corpse.

Onizuka pulled out his blood-stained head, with some steaming, sticky yellow feces hanging from his forehead—the discharge from the large intestine that had been ripped open by the ribs.

"What happened?" Kurosawa demanded sharply.

"This child's corpse energy shouldn't be wasted," Onizuka replied with a smile, licking his lips.

Huang Jianguo spotted Mingyue standing by the campfire from afar and quickly ducked behind Old Ghost.

Mingyue, however, noticed him, sighed softly, and turned away, unwilling to see Huang Jianguo again.

Kurosawa quickly assessed the situation, realizing the enemy outnumbered them and had four short guns, a significant disparity in strength. He couldn't afford a direct confrontation, so he feigned grief and spoke to Onizuka in Mandarin: "Mr. Onizuka, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences. Let's go back to the riverbank and cremate Xiaozuka's remains." These words were actually meant for Onizuka's ears.

Onizuka hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Kozuka's martyrdom is a tragedy for me, as is his cremation by the river." He then turned to Lu Taiguan and said, "Lieutenant Colonel Wu, let's call a truce for now. We'll

meet again." Kurosawa waved his hand, Onizuka held Kozuka's body, and the old ghost picked up the "authentic" samurai sword and the blood-stained ribs from the ground, retreating back into the jungle. Huang Jianguo stared blankly at Mingyue for a moment, then hurriedly followed them.

"Boss, why don't we take this opportunity to finish them off as well?" a bodyguard whispered beside him.

Lu Taiguan replied, "Making a move now seems a bit like taking advantage of someone in distress."

"They'll come back," Hansheng said calmly.

Lu Taiguan gave Hansheng a meaningful look, his lips moved, but he didn't speak.

"Hansheng, do you think the old ancestor's Kappa poison can be cured?" Mingyue stepped forward and asked Hansheng.

Hansheng came to the old ancestor's side. The old ancestor's eyes revealed immense sorrow, his eyes were red, and he looked at Hansheng with aggrieved expression.

“Ancestor, although that Ghost Tomb is a human, he absorbed a large amount of corpse energy throughout his life, turning into a Yin person. I think the Corpse Cloth, while not enough to kill him outright, should be more than enough to expel the evil corpse energy,” Han Sheng comforted the ancestor.

More branches were added to the campfire, and the bodyguards took out some canned food and even liquor from their backpacks.

The pungent smell of the liquor wafted into the ancestor's nose, making her throat gurgle with excitement.

Han Sheng removed his shirt, then took off the Corpse Cloth and gently draped it over the ancestor. A flash of white light appeared, and the ancestor's body suddenly went limp, collapsing to the ground with a thud. She then scrambled to her feet, rushed to the campfire, snatched the bottle from a bodyguard, and drank directly from it. “

Brother Han Sheng, the Kappa has the same symptoms as the ancestor,” Lu Taiguan said.

Han Sheng nodded and approached the kappa. A foul stench assaulted his nostrils, and he stopped.

"Please save me..." the kappa's thoughts transmitted into Han Sheng's mind.

Han Sheng was startled and looked back. Who was speaking to him?

"It's my kappa," the thought said.

Han Sheng looked down intently at the kappa's mouth. Mingyue smiled slightly beside him and said, "Han Sheng, it can communicate with you using its thoughts."

Oh, I see. Han Sheng thought that if this kappa were an evil creature, the corpse shroud would likely kill it immediately, so he couldn't blindly attempt treatment.

"I'm a righteous gentleman, not an evil creature. For hundreds of years, I've only eaten fish and shrimp, and I haven't tasted human entrails since. Please, I'm about to get married," the kappa's thoughts pleaded. "

Get married?" Han Sheng asked, puzzled.

"It's the beautiful Mingyue," the kappa said shyly.

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