The Corpse Clothes in the Green Bag [Complete] - 13

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Chapter 161

"Junior Sister, what little thing looks like my Yang Gong?" The door to a side room opened, and Yang Gong came out.

The old hag pointed at Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl crawling on the ground and said, "Look, that's the strange baby covered in old skin. She can even spit like you, it's disgusting."

Yang Gong was shocked at first glance. The wrinkled baby girl was none other than his beloved daughter! Overjoyed, he rushed forward and picked them both up.

"Haha, this is my Yang Gong's daughter!" Yang Gong laughed loudly, carefully examining the wrinkled baby girl. Her bald head, wrinkled face, and short beard that had grown in the few days since he last saw her, and her little arms and legs covered in layers of wrinkled skin, made her look like a little Shar Pei. Yang

Gong smiled as he looked at his daughter. The baby girl's throat suddenly moved, and he immediately realized that this was the prelude to spitting, just like him. She had already mastered the skill at such a young age; she was truly gifted.

Yang Gong opened his mouth and laughed heartily, then spat a mouthful of phlegm that accurately flew into his throat… Old Yin Po was initially shocked, then extremely angry, and was about to explode when she saw the wrinkled baby girl spitting phlegm into Yang Gong's mouth. She couldn't help but laugh heartily, tears welling up in her eyes. As soon as the laughter stopped, she only found it amusing and wasn't particularly jealous anymore. After all, she and Yang Gong had been separated for many years, and she was still childless at her age. Seeing this little darling actually made her quite happy.

“Yang Gong, I really underestimated you before. Who is that woman?” Old Yin Po teased. For so many years, she had never called him “senior brother.”

Yang Gong chuckled, “Her name is Ancestor. It was an unintentional mistake.”

“Where is she? What, is she too shy to show herself, or do you feel sorry for her having endured a difficult journey?” Old Yin Po said.

“Junior sister, I said it was an unintentional mistake. If you don't mind…” Yang Gong said.

"What do you mean, 'don't mind'?" the old hag retorted.

"Even if you ate her brains, I wouldn't mind; I'd even eat them with you," Yang Gong said sincerely.

The old hag stared blankly at Yang Gong, thinking to herself, "This guy is too cold-blooded. Should I get rid of him now?

" "Where are Han Sheng and the others?" Yang Gong muttered to himself, examining the bandages binding the two infants.

"Who is Han Sheng?" the old hag asked in surprise.

"He's a country doctor with miraculous medical skills. You and I are both martial arts practitioners; can't you see that these two children, one yin and one yang, chest to back, are healing? Truly remarkable. Yang Gong admires very few people; he's the fourth," Yang Gong said thoughtfully.

"Who was the first?" the old hag asked curiously.

Yang Gong smiled and said, "Of course, it's our master, Holy Mother Bai."

"And the second?" the old hag continued.

"Of course, it's you, Junior Sister," Yang Gong chuckled.

The old hag glared at him and continued, "And the third one?"

Realizing his slip of the tongue, Yang Gong, seeing the old hag's earnest gaze, could only stammer, "It's...it's a friend in the capital."

"What friend?" the old hag pressed.

"Well, I can only say it's someone in the government. Don't ask any more questions," Yang Gong said, raising his index finger.

"I don't care to ask," the old hag said, turning away and heading back to her bedroom.

Yang Gong looked happily at the wrinkled baby girl, but the baby kept yawning.

"Oh, baby's going to sleep," Yang Gong said, beckoning the old maid over and instructing, "Let them both have a comfortable nap."

"Yes," the old maid replied, taking the two babies and carrying them to a side room.

Yang Gong entered the bedroom. The old woman lay naked on the bed, her arm supporting the back of her head, her body reclining on her side, her small legs slightly parted, striking a mermaid pose. Her skin was rough and dark, her buttocks thin and fleshless, her hips pointed and protruding.

Yang Gong felt nauseous, but being a guest in her house, he had no choice but to sacrifice his dignity. He silently stripped naked, revealing his prized body: firm pectoral muscles still had some elasticity, his abdomen was relatively flat, though his once thick pubic hair had been completely plucked by the bats.

Yang Gong strode confidently onto the bed… In the side room, the old woman was making beds for the two little ones. Shen Caihua sat on the bed, his eyes fixed on the throbbing artery in the old woman's neck, his black pupils contracting and contracting, measuring the distance. Slowly, he opened his small mouth, revealing two rows of sharp teeth.

The old woman was completely focused on making the beds; she had no idea she would be attacked by the infants.

Shen Caihua suddenly leaped up, gripping the old woman's hair tightly with both hands. His sharp teeth instantly severed her carotid artery. She turned her head and saw Shen Caihua's two large, dark eyes close at hand, the whites of his eyes barely visible except for the pupils. The wrinkled baby girl on his back showed no signs of sleepiness, her small eyes staring at her with disdain.

She seemed unable to believe what she was seeing, and her body slowly went limp… Shen Caihua didn't desperately drink the blood; seeing the old woman was dead, he immediately released her and jumped down.

He quietly crawled to the doorway and listened. There was no sound outside, so he quietly crawled out, crossed the hall, leaped up, and pressed the switch on the wall.

The secret passage door opened, and Shen Caihua crawled out.

After a passionate encounter, Yang Gong and the old woman fell asleep in each other's arms.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Gong and the old woman groggily awoke, both feeling hungry. They got up, washed, and went out into the hall.

The side door was ajar. Yang Gong sniffed the air and smelled blood. He quickly pushed the door open, and the scene before him shocked him.

The old woman lay in a pool of blood, her dazed eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Yang Gong went over to check; she had been dead for some time.

The old woman looked around but the two infants were nowhere to be seen.

"Could an outsider have broken into the Hakka hut?" the old woman said grimly, pressing the switch on the secret passage and slipping out.

The old woman went up the stairs, passed the main room, and came to the small room where Ah Ye, who guarded the large iron gate, lived. Ah Ye was actually a strong man in his forties, a famous successor of Xingyi Quan, highly skilled in martial arts. His name was given to him by the old woman; he was "a flower of Hong Kong," and even the most beautiful flower needs green leaves to set it off, hence the name Ah Ye. The old woman who died in the room was named Ah Zhi, which had the same meaning.

"Ah Ye, has anyone been here?" the old hag asked coldly.

"Sister Hua, no one has been here," Ah Ye replied cautiously.

"Strange, Ah Zhi's neck was cut and she died, and the two babies we kidnapped have also escaped. No one has been here, so who did it?" the old hag asked suspiciously.

"Ah Zhi is dead?" Ah Ye exclaimed in surprise.

"Hmm, search the place thoroughly, inside and out, and see if there are any clues. Tell me immediately if you find anything," the old hag ordered.

"Yes, Sister Hua," Ah Ye replied.

Could it be that Yang Gong killed Ah Zhi and let the babies escape? He didn't seem to have gotten out of bed. Besides, if no one was there to help the two babies, how could they have escaped from this deep mansion?

The old hag returned suspiciously to the underground hall and saw Ah Zhi's head stuck in the round hole in the center of the dining table, her body under the table, her hair shaved off.

"Junior sister, have you found the children?" Yang Gong asked anxiously.

“What is this…” the old hag said, pointing to Ah Zhi’s corpse on the dining table.

Yang Gong chuckled, "The dead can't be brought back to life. Let's eat our fill before we go find the child."

The old woman looked at Yang Gong, her doubts growing stronger.

Yang Gong, holding a sharp knife, skillfully cut open A-Zhi's scalp, the tip of the knife piercing the cranial sutures. With a flick of his wrist, he pried open the skull, revealing the white, gleaming brain inside.

"Hmm, very fresh. I'll have some garlic sauce; it tastes better smoked." Yang Gong said, running to the kitchen to peel a head of garlic. He placed the cloves in a mortar and pestle and pounded them continuously. Once the garlic was completely crushed, he added some MSG and soy sauce, then poured it into two small porcelain dishes and placed them on the table.

Yang Gong scooped up a piece of brain with a stainless steel ladle, sprinkled it with garlic sauce, and chewed it, clicking his tongue and saying, "Fresh human brain really tastes good."

"Sigh," the old woman sighed, "Today is December 25th, Christmas Eve in Hong Kong, and tomorrow is Christmas Day. I never thought we'd be eating Ah Zhi's brain for Christmas dinner."

As she spoke, the old woman also scooped out a large piece of pituitary gland and placed it on the plate in front of her...

Chapter 162

Jing Taiji rushed to Kowloon Walled City overnight.

Even in the dead of night, the Walled City was bustling with activity. Cantonese people have a habit of eating late-night snacks, and there were stalls selling all kinds of snacks everywhere in the Walled City. The air was filled with an indescribable smell. Jing Taiji sat down at a stall selling Sichuan wontons and ordered a bowl of red oil wontons. The taste was strange, not as authentic as the ones from his hometown in Emei.

"Boss, do you know the Hakka shacks in Kowloon Walled City?" Jing Taiji asked while eating.

The boss shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

Helpless, Jing Taiji pulled out a large wad of RMB to pay.

"Uncle, please pay in Hong Kong dollars," the shopkeeper said sarcastically, eyeing the wad of cash in Jing Taiji's hand.

Oh no, where would he get Hong Kong dollars?

"Sir, I only have RMB, no Hong Kong dollars. Here, I'll give you a little more," Jing Taiji pleaded.

The shopkeeper shook his head. Hong Kong people looked down on these mainland tourists; their clothes were all either blue or yellow, their mouths full of politics, utterly vulgar. So Hong Kong people derisively called them all "Uncle."

"Sorry, sir," Jing Taiji said, throwing twenty RMB on the table and standing up to leave.

The shopkeeper coughed, and a young man who looked like a thug, who had been squatting in the corner, stood up, swaggered over to the noodle stall, and glanced at Jing Taiji sideways.

"Uncle, trying to dine and dash?" the guy said.

Jing Taiji didn't want trouble, so he turned and walked away. He hadn't gone far when he heard footsteps following him.

As they entered a darker alley, the footsteps behind them quickened, followed by the whoosh of wind. Jing Taiji abruptly shifted to the side and turned, a gleaming dagger missing its mark.

Jing Taiji chuckled coldly, lightly extending his arm and flicking his fingers against the man's arm. With a clang, the dagger fell to the ground, and the thug's entire arm went numb.

Jing Taiji then pinched the man's carotid arteries on both sides of his neck with his thumb and forefinger, gently pushing them against the cervical bone. With a light press, he blocked 50% of the blood flow, causing the man to feel oxygen deprivation and see stars.

"Uncle, spare me! I won't do it again!" the thug pleaded.

Jing Taiji smiled coldly and said, "Tell me, where is the Hakka Lodge?"

"I know, it's in the center of the fortress, the courtyard with five or six big camphor trees, it's easy to find," the thug hurriedly replied.

With a slight exertion of force, Jing Taiji sealed both carotid arteries, cutting off blood supply to the brain. The man collapsed limply.

Jing Taiji released his grip and walked towards the center of the stronghold without looking back.

Jing Taiji had grown up at the foot of Mount Emei, playing in various temples from a young age. He developed a strong interest in martial arts through constant exposure, and his intelligence and quick wit made him popular with the monks and nuns, who taught him some basic skills.

Before the Song Dynasty, Mount Emei was a place where Buddhism and Taoism coexisted. Afterwards, Taoism declined, and from the Qianlong era of the Qing Dynasty, Mount Emei became exclusively Buddhist. That year, at the Blackwater Temple on Duiyue Peak, near the "Eight Sounds Pool" of the Emei Ancestral Hall of Huixu Nunnery, the sister of the Tang Dynasty monk Huitong, Jing Taiji met his future master, Granny Wang.

Jing Taiji often visited the Eight-Tone Pond. A multitude of frogs swarmed in the pond; when a passerby clapped, a single croak would erupt, followed by a chorus of croaks from the rest of the frogs, harmoniously blending the eight tones of music. As the chorus faded, a single frog would croak again, silencing the rest.

This was also an excellent place to practice the art of incantation healing.

"Want to learn?" the old woman asked.

"Yes," Jing Taiji replied.

She then taught him some basics, but left three days later, so he didn't formally become her apprentice. Later, Jing Taiji left his hometown to study and never saw her again. It wasn't until after graduating from medical school and being assigned to the Wuyuan County Hospital in Jiangxi Province that he unexpectedly encountered her in a valley by Poyang Lake during a trip to collect herbs. She looked the same, but he had grown into a young man. From then on, Jing Taiji became her apprentice and began learning incantation healing.

Originating from ancient witchcraft, incantation healing incorporated many aspects of Central Plains medicine. As a medical student, Jing Taiji learned quickly and made rapid progress, applying his knowledge rapidly. Some noticeable changes have occurred in his body, most notably his lack of interest in the opposite sex, which is why he remains unmarried to this day. Despite many female nurses pursuing him at the hospital, he keeps his distance and remains a virgin. He also has a particular fondness for finger flicking, a type of concealed weapon in the art of incantation therapy. He can flick pebbles with his fingers to shoot down birds, much like a slingshot.

Just now, he used incantation finger techniques to seal the carotid artery of that thug, applying just the right amount of force, causing him to fall unconscious. He will wake up after ten minutes, but will forget what happened.

He has reached the center of the fortified village and sees the five or six huge camphor trees; that must be the Hakka hut, he thinks.

Adjacent to the east of the high-walled compound is a five-story building. Jing Taiji walks over; it's a self-service hotel.

A plump middle-aged woman sits behind the counter, squinting at him, and asks in a muffled voice, "Uncle, need a place to stay?"

Jing Taiji nods and says, "Boss, how much is a night here?"

"Fifty dollars," the plump woman says.

"How much?" Jing Taiji didn't understand.

"Fifty Hong Kong dollars, Uncle." The woman's voice was a little impatient.

Jing Taiji asked again, "Do you accept RMB?"

"Of course we do, we often have people from there, but it's one to two, one RMB to two HKD. Of course, you can exchange it at the bank for one to two and a half." The plump woman said.

Jing Taiji took out the wad of RMB, piled it on the counter, and said, "Three hundred and fifty yuan for a week's rent in advance, and the rest in HKD."

"No problem." The woman counted the banknotes skillfully.

In the end, Jing Taiji paid for a week's rent and exchanged for fifteen or sixteen hundred HKD. He pocketed it and said, "I want a west-facing room."

There was a west-facing room on the fifth floor, the top floor. Jing Taiji was very satisfied and took it.

After the plump woman closed the door and left, Jing Taiji stood by the window, where he could overlook the Hakka courtyard.

After daybreak, Jing Taiji walked out of the building and first strolled around the gate and walls of the Hakka hut. Then he casually walked into an alley to familiarize himself with the terrain.

The aroma of cooking meat wafted through the air; it came from a nearby food processing workshop. Further on, the area became more lively, with numerous food stalls, all steaming hot. Jing Taiji ate a bowl of Guangzhou-style fried noodles; it tasted pretty good, and the bill came to only five Hong Kong dollars. He handed over a crisp new coin—a five-dollar coin first issued in 1975. Yesterday, the plump woman had asked him if he wanted coins, and seeing how heavy they were, he'd taken more than ten. He thought they'd be heavy enough to be used as concealed weapons.

After wandering around for a while, he came to a small commodity market, filled with all sorts of trinkets. He went to a stall and picked up an old pair of binoculars.

"Sir, this is US military supplies from the Vietnam War, an infrared binocular. It can see several hundred meters at night! The price is fair, take it, I'll give you a discount," the stall owner said with a silver tongue.

After some haggling, Jing Taiji finally bought it for 80 Hong Kong dollars.

Back in his hotel room, he observed for most of the day. Although the large camphor trees partially blocked his view, he could still make out the general outline. It seemed few people lived in the courtyard; apart from the man guarding the gate, he hadn't seen anyone else coming or going. Was Han Sheng inside? He wondered. He

took a nap in the afternoon, and when he opened his eyes, it was already dark. He ran out to buy some cooked food, returned, and sat by the window, eating while continuing his observation.

He persisted until the early hours of the morning when something finally happened in the Hakka hut.

A Mercedes-Benz luxury car drove up to the hut's gate, and the gatekeeper opened the large iron gate, letting the car in.

Jing Taiji grabbed his infrared binoculars and carefully watched the car.

It was a passive infrared binocular, capturing the infrared thermal energy of the human body; it was highly sensitive. Damn, the American stuff is so advanced; even our hospitals don't have similar infrared equipment.

A light green figure appeared in the lens, carrying what looked like two infants. Because there were two small thermal images, they entered the room.

Jing Taiji lowered his binoculars. It was too dark to see clearly with the naked eye, and even the infrared beam couldn't identify who it was. However, judging from the gait, the person was around fifty years old, and it couldn't be Han Sheng.

A short while later, the man emerged empty-handed, got into his car, and the Mercedes slowly drove away. It seemed the two babies had been taken inside.

Jing Taiji continued observing; dawn would break soon.

Just then, something happened. The two babies appeared in the infrared binoculars' lens, moving very quickly. With a few leaps, they jumped onto the high wall… Jing Taiji's infrared binoculars locked onto the babies on the wall. The babies jumped down and landed on the alleyway outside. Strangely, the two babies seemed to move simultaneously, their coordination remarkably smooth.

In the lens, the two babies remained motionless for a long time.

Jing Taiji shifted his focus and spotted another thermal imaging target, facing the babies about two or three meters away—a rather large dog.

Jing Taiji thought to himself, "These two babies seem to be in grave danger."

In the video feed, the vicious dog suddenly leaped up, pouncing on the babies. Unexpectedly, the two babies also leaped up, moving even faster than the dog. The two infrared thermal images overlapped… Jing Taiji heard a brief, shrill bark, then everything fell silent. The two babies in the video moved again, leaping into the alley. They hadn't gone far before they vanished in a flash to the left.

Jing Taiji lowered his binoculars and looked with his naked eye; it was the food processing workshop.

Jing Taiji went down the stairs to the alley entrance. There was a pool of blood on the ground; a large German Shepherd was dead.

This was too strange. Two babies had killed a large dog with their bare hands, and in just one round. What kind of strange babies were these? Jing Taiji looked towards the food processing workshop, a chill creeping into his heart.

He took out two coins, prepared himself, and quietly walked towards the workshop.

The workshop door was ajar, and inside several workers were busy at work, carrying out steaming bamboo steamers, while others were simmering blood tofu in iron pots with large spatulas.

"Sir, you can't just come into the kitchen. Go to the stall at seven in the morning to buy it," a worker stopped Jing Taiji.

"Oh, I'm too early." Jing Taiji quickly scanned the area, but found no trace of the baby.

To one side of the kitchen was a small mezzanine on the second floor, piled high with sacks of dried goods, dark and gloomy.

Jing Taiji withdrew and walked back to his hotel room, puzzled.

What strange things were hidden in this Hakka hut? Jing Taiji yawned, turned over, and climbed into bed to sleep.

Around nine o'clock in the morning, he woke up, quickly washed up, and prepared to go out for breakfast. He stood at the window and looked down; more people had arrived at the Hakka hut.

Chapter 163

By dawn, there was still no trace of Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl. Everyone was anxious and had no appetite for breakfast.

"I'll go look for the Hakka hut in Kowloon Walled City first," Wu Daoming said

, getting up. Han Sheng thought for a moment and pondered, "Old Monk Yang Gong should already be there. Now that we've lost his daughter, it might cause some trouble. I must explain things to Old Monk Yang Gong in person."

"I'll go with you," Liu Jinmo said.

Han Sheng looked at Liu Jinmo and said, "No, you stay home. In case something happens, the others don't have much experience in the martial world."

"I want to go too," Can'er said firmly.

Finally, it was decided that Wu Daoming, Han Sheng, Can'er, and Nika would go to the Hakka hut, while the others waited at home.

Wu Daoming hailed a taxi at the villa entrance, and the four of them immediately got in and went down the mountain.

Wu Daoming kept a close eye on things. Another car appeared in his rearview mirror, this time not a Daihatsu, but a white Ford. Even after they reached Central, the car remained relentlessly tailgating him.

Wu Daoming told the taxi driver to pull over to a phone booth on the side of the road, then got out and called Superintendent Zhou.

"Superintendent Zhou, why are you going back on your word? Your men are still following me in a car," Wu Daoming said, displeased.

"Absolutely not! I already told Detective He to leave! Tell me, what kind of car was it?" Superintendent Zhou said, aggrieved.

"A white Ford. My car is a red taxi," Wu Daoming told Superintendent Zhou the license plate number of his taxi. The white Ford was parked several dozen meters away, the license plate number obscured.

"I'll handle it immediately. By the way, have you considered that matter we discussed last time?" Superintendent Zhou asked with concern.

"Arrange a meeting," Wu Daoming said, hanging up the phone.

Wu Daoming got into a taxi and headed towards Kowloon City, with the white Ford following behind.

At that moment, Detective He Tianhao, who was investigating a case in Mong Kok, Kowloon, received a call from headquarters. He grabbed the car's wireless microphone, and Superintendent Zhou's voice came through.

"Not one of our officers," He Tianhao stated definitively.

"Intercept them and find out who they are," Superintendent Zhou ordered.

"Yes, sir." He Tianhao changed the channel and summoned patrol cars to intercept the white Ford.

At the Hung Hom exit toll plaza of the northern section of the Cross-Harbour Tunnel, the white Ford was stopped.

Two young men sat in the car, rolling down the window in dissatisfaction. "What are you doing, officer?" they said.

Detective He Tianhao sized up the two thugs and impatiently ordered the patrol officer, "Take them back to Station No. 7."

The two were put into a police car, and a tow truck at the tunnel entrance towed the white Ford back to the Western District Police Station in Sai Ying Pun, Hong Kong Island.

Wu Daoming saw the white Ford being stopped by the police in his rearview mirror and chuckled coldly to himself.

Wu Daoming and his group entered Kowloon Walled City. He noticed that the fortune teller was still not out at his stall. He stopped several passersby to ask about the Hakka hut, and finally someone pointed out the way. They found the courtyard with the large camphor trees without much trouble.

Wu Daoming went up and rang the doorbell.

"Who is it?" a deep, stern voice came from inside the iron gate.

"Excuse me, is this the Hakka hut?" Wu Daoming asked politely.

"Who are you looking for?" the person inside asked again.

"It was the old monk Yang Gong who invited us," Han Sheng replied anxiously, deciding to be direct.

"What Yang Gong or Yin Gong? Never heard of them. Who are you?" The man's deep eyes stared at them through a small window in the iron gate.

"My name is Han Sheng, from Jiangxi," Han Sheng said.

"Wait, let me ask around." The small iron window slammed shut.

After a moment, the large iron gate swung open from the inside, and Yang Gong stood before them with a half-smile... "Han Sheng, please come in. Hmm, isn't Liu Jinmo here?" Yang Gong noticed Nika last and was startled. Had the old man from Xiangxi also come? Yang Gong led

them directly into the main house and down the stairs to the basement.

The basement hall was brightly lit. In the center, the old woman sat cross-legged in a grand chair, a large pipe in her hand, her sinister gaze casting a cold, menacing look over them.

The secret passage door behind him closed, and Wu Daoming felt a pang of unease. This hidden underground passage had been entered so easily by four people; getting out now would be difficult.

"Have you had breakfast? There's some delicious human brain left over there. Would you like to try some?" Yang Gong said politely, pointing to Azhi's open head on the table by the wall.

Han Sheng and the others looked towards the wall and saw Azhi kneeling under the table, her neck wedged against the surface, her face blank, her empty eyes staring in their direction. Her head was open, and half of the white brain inside had already been eaten.

The group felt nauseous and dared not look any longer. Yang Gong and the old woman were simply cold-blooded psychopaths.

Han Sheng didn't want to stay any longer. He faced the old monk Yang Gong and said frankly, "Old monk Yang Gong, I used the Yin-Yang Reversal Technique to treat your daughter, binding her Ren meridian to Shen Caihua's Du meridian. She should have recovered in seven days. However, last night, the baby boy Shen Caihua's mother suddenly passed away, which strongly affected the child. The child disappeared with your daughter on his back. We are searching for him and estimate he is still halfway up the mountain, not far away. In addition, we found Yi Qing's body. Please tell me Mingyue's whereabouts." Han Sheng glanced at the old woman.

Yang Gong chuckled several times and said, "My daughter is still halfway up the mountain? Are you kidding me? They were here with me at dawn, took a nap, and then ran away. Isn't this a scheme orchestrated by you from the inside?"

Wu Daoming asked, puzzled, "What did you say? Your daughter was here with you at dawn? How is that possible? From halfway up the mountain to here, there's Victoria Harbour, across most of Hong Kong."

"Don't play dumb. That baby was so small. Without the help and backup of someone in the know, how could she escape from underground? Ah Zhi knows martial arts. Without a master, how could the blood vessels in her neck be so easily severed? Could it have been done by a baby only a few months old?" Yang Gong retorted.

Wu Daoming said urgently, "Of course the baby did it herself. Have you seen the news these past few days? Jeff, the gorilla in the Mid-Levels of Hong Kong Island, and Giant, the police chief's wolfhound, were both killed. The wounds were on their necks, and their carotid arteries were severed. The crime scenes were just a stone's throw from my house, and both happened after Shen Caihua arrived. I've figured it out. You must have kidnapped the baby near the Mid-Levels villa and taken her to the Hakka village. Unexpectedly, the baby bit that woman named Ah Zhi to death in the early morning and escaped from this place. Yang Gong, there's no time to lose. We must work together to find them as soon as possible, otherwise, they will be in danger." He thought that he had to find a way to leave this basement as soon as possible. He thought that having the baby girl in his hands would be safer, but it seemed that he had been too careless.

"Don't be so clever. Don't use your brain. You're in here and you think you can get out? With such a stupid brain, you probably won't eat much." The old woman sitting in the armchair suddenly spoke, her voice strange.

Wu Daoming's face turned pale: "What do you want?"

Yang Gong glanced at Nika, seeing her indifferent expression, and felt uncertain. If the old man from Xiangxi also came, things might not be easy to handle.

Han Sheng was fearless, looking directly at the old hag, and calmly said: "You must be 'Hong Kong's Flower,' the old hag, right? I ask you, what have you done to Mingyue?"

The old hag pointed to a door on the side with her pipe, and said with a sinister laugh: "My beautiful disciple? Look, she's lying in that side room over there. Go say goodbye."

Han Sheng looked in the direction the old hag pointed. There was an inconspicuous small door there. At this moment, Can'er had already rushed to and opened the wooden door, and dove inside... Han Sheng and the others followed.

A greenish light shone on a wooden platform in the center of the room, where a person lay, dressed in blue work clothes and yellow rubber boots. Han Sheng and the others recognized her; it was Mingyue, wearing the same clothes Master Yiqing had worn when he left.

The simple clothes couldn't conceal Mingyue's beautiful curves: her high breasts, flat stomach, and long legs. Her eyes were closed, long eyelashes draped over her eyelids, her skin as smooth as jade, pure as a lotus flower.

Can'er stared at her, tears streaming down her face.

"Is she dead?" Can'er asked, sobbing.

Han Sheng stepped forward and pressed his fingers against the three points on Mingyue's wrist, taking three pulses—superficial, intermediate, and deep—but found none. "No pulse," he said, a look of relief appearing on his face.

Wu Daoming seemed puzzled and asked, "Hansheng, why do you look so happy?"

Hansheng explained, "Since Mingyue has been able to separate from Yiqing's body and no longer depend on the host, it means that the old woman has used the 'castrated mantra' on her, allowing her to return to her intermediate state. It is said that the yang mantra in the 'yin-yang mantra' can awaken the intermediate state, so I feel relieved."

"It seems you know quite a bit, even about incantations." The old woman's eerie voice came from the living room.

Hansheng took out the yin-yang ruler from his pocket, gently parted Mingyue's lips, placed the ruler down, and then instructed, "Watch the markings carefully." After saying that, he walked out of the room and into the hall.

"Old woman, since you have restored Mingyue's intermediate state, why not just cure her?" Hansheng stood in front of the old woman and said calmly.

The old woman stared directly at Hansheng and said with a sinister smile, "The yin-yang mantra alone is not enough."

"Then what else is needed?" Hansheng asked.

“What is needed? To perform the incantation to awaken the intermediate state being, we also need a true virgin willing to sacrifice himself for her. I have been searching for several days without success,” the old witch said.

“A virgin? Aren’t there plenty of young boys?” Han Sheng asked, somewhat puzzled.

The old hag let out a lewd laugh, saying, "Where can you find a true virgin anymore? Let me tell you, in Hong Kong, finding a fully developed virgin is like finding a needle in a haystack, as difficult as ascending to heaven. Looking at you, your brows are furrowed, your arms are still fleshy and bony, you really are a virgin."

Han Sheng blushed slightly and said, "Does it also require the method of yin-yang union?"

The old hag laughed even harder: "Yin-yang union? There's no such thing as a free lunch! The potency of Yang Tan requires the pure yang essence and blood of a virgin to be effective. Then, the virgin who offers himself will die from exhaustion, undergoing a corpse transformation, becoming a zombie or a blood zombie or something."

"How do you obtain pure yang essence and blood?" Han Sheng continued to ask, this was probably already an extremely advanced form of incantation magic.

"Of course, with a sharp, quick knife," the old hag replied.

Han Sheng thought for a moment and said, "There are many schools of medicine in the world. There must be an alternative treatment that can awaken the intermediate state of being without harming anyone. The old man from Xiangxi in Guigu Cave of Tianmen Mountain once cured a corpse using the art of Yin-Yang union."

"Hmph," the old woman scoffed, then said, "For the method you mentioned, the corpse must be a virgin, but Mingyue is no longer one."

Han Sheng thought to himself, oh, so that young master Huang had already defiled Mingyue. Poor Mingyue was ultimately harmed by the Huang family.

"Then are you willing to sacrifice yourself to save Mingyue's life?" The old woman's sinister gaze was fixed on Han Sheng.

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Han Sheng was stunned for a moment upon hearing this and said, "I can't do that. I'm already engaged, and there's a girl in my hometown in Jiangxi waiting for me. I can't hurt one person to save another."

"I'm willing." The painful voice of Can'er came from behind him.

The old woman looked at him in astonishment. Could there really be someone in the world so foolish as to sacrifice their own life to save a woman destined to be someone else's wife?

"Come here, let me take a look." The old hag beckoned Can'er forward.

Can'er stepped forward without hesitation.

The old hag reached out and touched Can'er's eyebrows, then had him roll up his sleeves, extending her withered fingers to grasp the muscles on his forearm, saying, "Hmm, not bad, eyebrows neat and unbroken, arm flesh tightly wrapped around bone, truly a virgin, such people are long extinct in Hong Kong. Hmm, what is your relationship with Mingyue?"

Can'er replied sternly, "I have no relationship with Mingyue."

The old hag asked suspiciously, "If there is no relationship, why would you risk your life for her?"

Can'er was stunned, stammering and unable to speak.

"Oh, I see, you've taken a liking to Mingyue," the old hag chuckled, then added, "You have good taste, but even if you save her, she'll still marry someone else, crawl into that man's bed every night, and do that thing of bearing children together. Are you still willing?"

"As long as Mingyue is happy, I'm willing," Can'er said firmly.

"Alright, Grandma will grant your wish today, you foolish man," the old hag said with satisfaction.

Han Sheng quickly stopped him, saying, "Can'er, you still have your old mother who misses you day and night, hoping for your safe return."

Can'er turned to Han Sheng and sobbed, "After I save Mingyue, I will turn into a zombie. No matter what form I take, I will rush back to Xiangxi day and night to be with my mother, and never be separated again..." Two lines of tears streamed down his face.

What was the point of all this? Mingyue only had that scoundrel Huang Jianguo in her heart. What you gained at the cost of your sacrifice might not be Mingyue's future happiness. Han Sheng pondered, sighing deeply.

At this moment, Nika leaned against the door, her heart deeply moved. She couldn't believe such a devoted man existed in the world—something she had never dared to imagine before… “Come with me.” The old woman grabbed Can’er and led him into a side room.

Han Sheng was about to follow when Yang Gong blocked his path.

“Wait! The Zhu You Essence Extraction Technique is not for those outside our sect to witness, especially since Can’er volunteered. Didn’t you all want Mingyue to come back to life?” Yang Gong chuckled.

Han Sheng turned to look at Wu Daoming, whose mind raced. Wu Daoming shook his head at Han Sheng; his Yin-Yang Cone hadn’t grown long enough, and the current difference in strength was too great—he was no match for Yang Gong.

Inside the side room, the old woman said to Can’er, “Take off all your clothes and lie down on the bed.”

Can’er hesitated slightly, then resolutely removed all his clothes, standing naked before the old woman, his face flushed.

The old hag gazed at Can'er's muscular physique: full pectoral muscles, defined abs, not an ounce of fat around his waist, a large penis, and strong thighs. "

Ah, he's far superior to Yang Gong..." Can'er lay naked on his back on the bed, overwhelmed with shame at being naked before a woman for the first time. He tightly closed his eyes.

Images flashed before his eyes: that night, Mingyue's breathtakingly beautiful face under the moonlight, the bloody Tianmen Inn, and his last glimpse before fainting—a glimpse of Mingyue's pure white body... "Mingyue, after today's farewell, I will never see you again."

Can'er was still a virgin; thinking of Mingyue, a subtle change occurred in his groin—his penis slowly hardening... Lost in blissful memories, Can'er was unaware of the changes in his body, but all of this was observed by the old hag.

"Sigh," the old woman sighed, took out a roll of medical tape, tore off a strip, and with a "snap," used the tape to stick the crippled boy's erect penis to his thigh, not wanting it to interfere with her work.

Then, she took out her pipe, removed the copper bowl, leaving only the copper stem, and found a balloon in a drawer, attaching it to the white jade mouthpiece at the end of the stem. She then stared intently at the crippled boy.

He was still immersed in memories of Mingyue and the tragic image of his resolute sacrifice for her, a slight smile on his face.

The old woman shook her head, sighed again, and then raised the pipe stem, forcefully stabbing it into the crippled boy's lower abdomen, specifically his dantian... "Ah!" the crippled boy cried out, trembling in pain. With a "snap," the tape on his thigh broke off, and he thrust forward, several streams of thick, white liquid suddenly gushing out, spraying the old woman's face.

The old hag didn't dare to be negligent at all. She gripped the pipe tightly with both hands, and the balloon inflated little by little, soon reaching the size of a football. The old hag twisted the balloon a few times, let out a sigh of relief, and pulled out the copper pipe.

Inside was all the innate virgin blood essence that the crippled child had vaporized.

The crippled child's sudden scream shocked Han Sheng and the others in the hall. Just as they were about to rush forward, the door opened, and the old hag, her face covered in white mucus, walked out with a grin, holding the bulging balloon in her hand… Han Sheng rushed into the room and was shocked by what he saw… The crippled child lay there naked, completely unconscious. His penis, covered in white tape, lay limply to one side. An inch and a half below his navel, a hole was exposed, the flesh turned outwards, covered in blood. "

That's the dantian," Han Sheng thought in shock.

Qihai, known as Dantian in Taoism, is where the water and qi of the Ren meridian absorb heat, vaporize, and expand into abundant primordial chaotic qi. This acupoint is like an ocean of qi, hence the name Qihai (Sea of Qi). The fatty substances and cool water and qi of the lung metal nature in the Qi and blood of the Ren meridian are also transported to various parts of the body here with the expansion and expansion of the water and qi, ascending along the Ren meridian to the Yinjiao acupoint.

The child's primordial essence and blood in the Dantian of the disabled child have already been taken away. The poor boy is about to undergo a zombie transformation. Which form it will take, Han Sheng doesn't know, and a chill runs through his heart.

At that moment, something unexpected happened.

Nika silently walked to Can'er's side, gently removed the white tape stuck to his penis, then leaned down and pressed her lips to his, blowing her own fragrant breath, filled with the scent of nature's flowers, into his mouth… Can'er finally slowly opened his eyes, and everyone saw that they were brimming with tears.

Can'er had become a living corpse, the same kind as Nika.

At this moment, the room was filled with the fragrance of flowers, refreshing and invigorating, as if one had entered the countryside, peaceful and fresh, making one forget all the troubles of the world.

Hansheng and Wu Daoming silently shed tears.

Nika gently dressed Can'er, her eyes revealing boundless sorrow and tenderness.

She turned to look at Hansheng, her beautiful eyes shimmering like autumn water. After a long while, she sighed deeply and said softly, "Hansheng, from the first day you came to the Miao village, I made up my mind to be with you for life, regardless of whether you had someone else in your heart. But today, I have seen another good man who is more worthy of my care. Hansheng, I... have to go. From now on, Can'er will be one of my kind. After all, humans and ghosts are different, and he and I will never be separated, nor will we experience birth, aging, sickness, and death like humans. Remember to visit us. After Can'er's mother passes away, we will move to the Ghost Valley Cave to live together and study the Ghost Valley Divine Skill, never to concern ourselves with worldly affairs again. From now on, the Miao Luohua Cave Girl will no longer exist..." Two crystal tears welled up in her eyes for a long time before finally falling.

Can'er had just turned into a zombie and his mind had not yet returned. Nika helped him silently walk past Hansheng, and a permanent, indelible scar was faintly revealed in Can'er's bewildered gaze.

Yang Gong stepped aside, pressed the switch on the wall, and the secret passage door opened. He didn't want to stop the old man from Xiangxi; it was better if they left—just two awakened corpses.

Han Sheng silently watched Nika and Can'er's backs disappear from sight. The natural fragrance in his nose hadn't dissipated yet, and an indescribable melancholy welled up in his heart again.

In the side room, the old woman was busily working. She first stripped Mingyue naked, then took out a small jar of yangqin water that she had treasured for many years. She inserted the mouthpiece of a balloon into the liquid and carefully poured in the virgin blood from the balloon. After it was all in, she closed the lid and gently shook it.

Han Sheng pushed open the door and stepped into the side room.

"Get out! What are you stinking men doing lying here naked?" the old woman said with a strange, lewd laugh.

Han Sheng glanced at Mingyue's naked body, his face flushed, and he quickly lowered his head, turned around, and retreated back into the main hall, gently closing the door behind him. Despite being a doctor and eager to learn the incantation techniques for awakening the intermediate state (bardo), he felt it inappropriate to look at the girl's body.

In the hall, Yang Gong sat down at the dining table again, picked up Azhi's head, and began to eat with a small spoon.

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, in the side room, the old woman shook the jar of Yang Tan blood essence water, opened the lid, and first poured some transparent liquid onto the Huiyin acupoint on Mingyue's naked body, where the Ren, Du, and Chong meridians converge. Then, she quickly applied the liquid in the order of Ren, Du, Chong, Dai, Yin Wei, Yang Wei, Yin Qiao, and Yang Qiao, pouring and applying it repeatedly until she had covered all eight of Mingyue's extraordinary meridians.

The Ren and Du meridians are the meridians of the human body, the pathway for the ascent and descent of Yang fire and Yin talisman in alchemy, the place where Kan water and Li fire unite, connecting the Niwan point above and the Yongquan point below. The Yang Qin blood essence was forced into the eight extraordinary meridians by the old woman's inner body, thus gathering and dispersing true energy, circulating throughout the body, harmonizing with nature, eliminating yin and increasing yang. When the fire in the water ignites, the flower blooms in the snow, the yellow bud can be obtained, and the incantation can be completed.

The old woman casually reached out and pulled the yin-yang ruler from Mingyue's mouth. "Eh," she exclaimed softly. The ruler was heavy in her hand, and its color was bluish-black. This was definitely not an ordinary wooden ruler. The old woman put the yin-yang ruler aside for the time being and first poured all the remaining liquid in the jar into Mingyue's mouth.

The old woman, gazing at her masterpiece with satisfaction, nodded and muttered to herself, "Hmm, I never imagined I'd find such a beautiful successor in my old age."

She picked up the Yin-Yang Ruler, turning it over and over in her study. It was an ancient ruler made of dark wood, and judging from the inscriptions, it was indeed Qin Small Seal script, the script used after Qin Shi Huang unified the Central Plains. A small seal character was engraved at the end of the ruler, barely noticeable until the old woman finally realized it was the character "璞" (Pu).

The old woman remembered that her master, Granny Bai, had told her about a famous scholar and master of Taoist feng shui and numerology named Guo Pu during the Western Jin Dynasty after the Three Kingdoms period. In fact, he was the most famous incantation master in the Central Plains. His incantation magic was extremely advanced, even recorded in the official history, the *Book of Jin, Biography of Guo Pu*. When Guo Pu was traveling south and passed through Lujiang, he took a liking to a maidservant in the household of Hu Mengkang, the prefect of Lujiang. Unable to ask for her directly, he secretly used a ritual to scatter red beans around Hu's residence at night. The next morning, Hu Mengkang suddenly found thousands of people in red surrounding his house. Upon closer inspection, the red-clad figures vanished. This happened repeatedly, and Hu Mengkang found it very strange. He told Guo Pu about it, and Guo Pu said to him, "This is caused by your maidservant. Send her twenty li southeast to be sold. Don't haggle over the price; this will rid your household of evil spirits." Prefect Hu complied and sent the maidservant twenty li southeast. Guo Pu then instructed his family to go there and buy the maidservant at a low price.

At the end of the Western Jin Dynasty, as war was about to break out, Guo Pu fled to Jiangnan, where he served as a military advisor. He was later killed by Wang Dun, the general stationed in Jingzhou, at the young age of 49. Emperor Ming of Later Jin built a cenotaph for Guo Pu on the shore of Xuanwu Lake in Nanjing, named "Guo Gong Dun".

It is said that he was killed because of a dispute over a ruler... The old woman turned around and took out a set of blue-printed cotton clothes and a pair of black cloth shoes from the cupboard, placing them beside Mingyue. Then, she took the dark blue-green yin-yang ruler and walked out of the room.

Han Sheng, hearing this, hurriedly asked, "How is Mingyue?"

The old woman chuckled and said, "No matter how miraculous the Zhuyou secret technique is, it still takes an hour or two. Han Sheng, I ask you, where did you get this yin-yang ruler?"

Han Sheng was taken aback, then replied, "Passed down from my ancestors."

"What was the relationship between your ancestors and Guo Pu?" the old woman continued to ask.

"Guo Pu? I don't know," Han Sheng answered honestly.

Wu Daoming interjected, "Guo Pu, a native of Wenxi, Shanxi, was the son of Guo Yuan, the prefect of Jianping in the early Jin Dynasty. He authored the *Book of Burial* and the *Qing Nang Jing*. Legend has it that he studied under Guo Gong of Hedong, who taught him the nine volumes of the *Qing Nang Jing*. He was well-versed in Yin and Yang, astronomy, the Five Elements, and divination, and was the first person in history to define Feng Shui. In the *Book of Burial*, he wrote, 'Burial is about harnessing vital energy. Energy disperses with the wind and stops at water. The ancients gathered it to prevent its dispersion and guided its flow to ensure its stopping, hence the term Feng Shui.' Later generations regarded Guo Pu as the patriarch of Feng Shui history."

The old woman looked at Wu Daoming in surprise, thinking to herself, "This man is truly knowledgeable in Feng Shui." She smiled and said, "You are Wu Daoming, known as the 'Number One Feng Shui Master of Lingnan'?"

"That's right, I am Wu Daoming," Wu Daoming nodded in reply.

"Hmm, indeed dashing and debonair, worthy of being a descendant of the ancient immortals," the old woman said approvingly.

Wu Daoming asked in surprise, "You know my master?"

The old woman chuckled sinisterly, "He was my master's lover, how could I not know?"

"You... your master is Bai Suzhen!" Wu Daoming exclaimed in shock.

The old woman nodded, "Her original name wasn't Bai Suzhen. Because she fell in love with your master, the two of them jokingly called your master, the ancient immortal, Xu Xian. That's why my master changed his name to Bai Suzhen, taken from the story of 'The Legend of the White Snake.' In the end, just like in the play, they couldn't grow old together."

Wu Daoming suddenly realized that his master's unforgettable lover, Lady Bai, was actually the old woman's master, Granny Bai... "Since they loved each other so much, why couldn't they be together?" Wu Daoming asked, puzzled.

The old woman glanced at him and said, "Didn't the ancient immortal tell you? Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together."

His master had always been reluctant to mention Lady Bai, so he knew very little about her and dared not ask further.

"Where is Bai Suzhen now?" Wu Daoming asked. Mingyue had already been healed by the old woman, and Shen Caihua was dead. He understood that finding Bai Suzhen was pointless, but he still couldn't help asking.

The old woman glanced at him but didn't answer. She turned to Han Sheng and said, "You don't know about Guo Pu, which means this ruler was obtained by your ancestor by chance. It should now be returned to its rightful owner." "

Returned to its rightful owner? I don't understand." Han Sheng asked, puzzled.

"This ruler belonged to Guo Pu, a treasure of incantation healing, and it has been lost for 1400 years," the old woman said.

"Guo Gong's Burial Ruler!" Wu Daoming exclaimed in shock.

"What Guo Gong's Burial Ruler?" Han Sheng asked, confused. He knew very little about history, because the history textbooks he studied in middle school only covered a few peasant uprisings, and old books had been burned. People's knowledge was generally poor.

Wu Daoming explained, “Guo Pu possessed a Yin-Yang ruler, said to be extremely mysterious. Used in conjunction with the *Burial Classic*, it could not only measure Yin and Yang but also dispel ghostly energy and break curses. Later generations called it ‘Guo Gong’s Burial Ruler.’ At the end of the Western Jin Dynasty, General Wang Dun of Jingzhou plotted a rebellion and consulted Guo Pu for divination. Guo Pu told him ‘no success.’ Wang Dun then asked how long he could live if he started the rebellion. Guo replied, ‘If you start a rebellion, disaster will befall you soon. If you stay in Wuchang, your lifespan is unpredictable.’ He told him not to rebel, otherwise he would live longer. Wang Dun was furious and asked, ‘How long will you live?’ Guo Pu calculated his own fate and said, ‘My life ends today at noon.’ Sure enough, in his rage, Wang Dun killed him that very day.”

Han Sheng listened with great interest and quickly asked, “What happened next?”

Wu Daoming continued, “After Guo Pu’s death, Wang Dun’s rebellion ended less than two months later with defeat and resentment, all as Guo Pu had predicted.”

“The art of divination is truly amazing,” Han Sheng exclaimed.

Wu Daoming smiled and said, "Many later generations have doubted it. For example, the great Ming Dynasty painter Shen Zhou wrote in his poem 'Ode to Feng Shui,' 'Where can one dwell when the qi is scattered and the wind rushes? What is the reason for burying the master's bones? Even at midday, the fleeing soldiers have not yet dispersed, yet people still believe in the book of burial.' The whereabouts of Guo Pu's bones after his death remain a mystery to this day. Since

then, the 'Guo Gong Burial Ruler,' coveted by the world, has also disappeared without a trace." Only now did Han Sheng realize that the owner of the thousand-year-old tomb in front of Linggu Cave, the white-haired corpse, was no ordinary person, but might actually be Guo Pu himself! After the Three Kingdoms period, Guo Pu obtained Hua Tuo's "Qing Nang Jing," but it did not circulate to the world. Instead, it was buried with the 'Guo Gong Burial Ruler' in the same tomb.

"Alright, Han Sheng, now that you know the origin of this Yin-Yang Ruler, I will accept it. As a reward, Grandma will spare your lives today and will not eat your brains. You can leave now," the old woman said generously.

Han Sheng looked at the old woman with clear eyes and calmly said, "No, the Yin-Yang Ruler was passed down from my ancestors. I cannot give it to you. Also, whether Mingyue stays or not is up to her own wishes."

Upon hearing this, the old woman let out a series of eerie laughs: "Why? Just because of the two of you? One has weak martial arts skills, and the other doesn't even know martial arts. I only let you go because I was in a good mood. Don't be ungrateful."

Seeing that things were about to go wrong, Wu Daoming quickly pulled Han Sheng aside and said to the old woman, "Senior, for the sake of your master and my master, we won't hold it against you. We'll leave the Yin-Yang Ruler with you for now. But regarding Mingyue, Hong Kong is a society governed by law. She is over eighteen years old and can decide for herself whether to stay or leave. Therefore, we should respect her own wishes." He wanted to make a compromise that was neither humble nor arrogant, and then try to get the Yin-Yang Ruler back after they were out of danger.

"Go ahead, Mingyue won't go with you," the old woman said impatiently.

"I'm going with them." The side door opened, and Mingyue, dressed in a blue printed cotton shirt, came out.

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Jing Taiji stood at the window of his fifth-floor room, recognizing Han Sheng among the group that had entered the Hakka hut. Finally, he had arrived, and a weight was lifted from his heart.

What was the connection between Han Sheng and the two infants from before? Jing Taiji tried hard to recall. He remembered that not long ago, he and Meng Zhuqi had gone to Han Sheng's house in Nanshan Village to deliver an official document. When they passed through the courtyard, they saw an ugly man with a face full of acne holding a wrinkled baby. Could it be one of them? If so, if he could catch them first, he could openly approach Han Sheng and create an opportunity to get close to Han Sheng to administer the Zhu You San.

He made up his mind and immediately took action, going downstairs to the Hakka hut. The wolfhound's corpse from last night was long gone, probably dragged back and eaten by someone. There was a faint pool of blood on the ground.

Jing Taiji strode into the cooked food workshop. The morning's work was finished, and the workers had all left, leaving only a foreman-like figure cleaning.

"Why are you here again? You can't just come into the kitchen like that. Get out!" The foreman recognized Jing Taiji; he had been there once that morning.

Jing Taiji put a finger to his lips and hissed, then flicked his finger, sending a five-yuan coin flying. Before the foreman could react, the coin struck his chest, causing him to collapse unconscious.

Jing Taiji picked up the coin and crept up to the second-floor mezzanine. The mezzanine was dark and smelled of fungi. He quietly pulled a flashlight from his pocket.

Suddenly, he snapped on his flashlight, the bright beam shining onto a stack of large cardboard boxes filled with dried mushrooms. The boxes were open, and two babies slept among the mushrooms, their backs wrapped in white bandages stained with blood.

One of the smaller babies had wrinkled skin and a bald head; he recognized it—it was the wrinkled baby held by the ugly man from the Han family.

A perfect opportunity! Without delay, Jing Taiji reached out and grabbed… Suddenly, Shen Caihua opened his eyes, his pupils flashing, and leaped up with lightning speed, biting him. Jing Taiji hadn't expected the baby to wake up so suddenly and retaliate so swiftly; he was startled, but fortunately, he reacted quickly and held the flashlight forward.

He heard a "crack" and felt a jolt in his hand. The flashlight went out abruptly, and a white shadow flashed in the darkness. A wooden window on the wall had been smashed open, and bright sunlight streamed in. Two infants stood on the windowsill… Without thinking, Jing Taiji flicked his finger, and the five-yuan coin flew with a whooshing sound towards the infant's waist… The infant disappeared. Had it hit? Jing Taiji didn't know. He looked down at the flashlight in his hand; the tip was bitten flat, the bulb was broken, and several teeth marks were pierced through the metal. It was terrifying; no wonder that big wolfhound had killed him in one blow.

Jing Taiji threw away the broken flashlight, climbed onto the windowsill, and looked out. In the distance, he saw the two infants had already leaped over several rooftops, their little bottoms sticking up as they fled due south.

Jing Taiji turned and jumped down from the second-floor mezzanine, quickly leaving the cooked food workshop to give chase.

After running through two or three side alleys, he finally spotted the baby leaping and bounding across the rooftops. Ahead lay the busiest square in Kowloon Walled City, a vibrant, bustling crowd.

"Look! What's that?" someone in the crowd exclaimed, noticing the baby panting on a tall, illuminated billboard.

People surged forward, looking up at the billboard and marveling at the two babies, one carrying the other, bandages wrapped around their bodies. Tourists pointed and whispered, including some foreigners.

"Why?" a Western tourist asked, puzzled.

Jing Taiji pushed through the crowd, furious. This was troublesome. How could he abduct babies in broad daylight?

"Look, there's blood on those two babies!" someone shrieked.

"Call the police!" someone calmly said.

Shen Caihua stared down, his pupils contracting rapidly. He had never seen so many people before and was terrified.

A kind-hearted young man climbed up a lamppost, trying to reach the baby. The noisy crowd fell silent, holding their breath and watching the man slowly ascend.

Finally, he reached the top of the lamppost and gently reached out to Shen Caihua, intending to grab the bandages and pull them both down.

People watched nervously, not daring to blink, their hearts in their throats.

Shen Caihua shrank back.

At that moment, a scene that shocked everyone unfolded: the wrinkled baby girl suddenly attacked, spitting out a mouthful of phlegm that landed squarely on the young man's face… Caught off guard, he lost his grip and fell from the top of the lamppost, landing hard on his backside. A gasp rippled through the crowd.

The sounds of sirens and ambulances came from afar, and someone shouted, "It's alright, the fire department is here!"

The crowd calmed down and automatically made way for them.

More than ten spirited Hong Kong firefighters, carrying ropes, ladders, and airbags, ran to the scene. They quickly set up a cordon and laid out airbags along the lightbox advertisement, inflating them to prevent the baby from falling.

Several paramedics lifted the injured young man onto a stretcher and sent him to an ambulance.

A fire brigade leader raised a microphone: "Little one, don't be afraid. We are the Hong Kong Royal Fire Brigade. Please stay there and don't move. We'll get you down right away. I'll say it again..."

The firefighters moved swiftly; as soon as the ladder was set up, a firefighter climbed up and quickly approached the baby.

Shen Caihua's dark eyes stared at the firefighter climbing up. He swung his hand back and shattered the glass of the lightbox. He grabbed a sharp shard of glass and pointed it at the firefighter, making a threatening "hissing" sound.

The broken glass cut his delicate skin, and blood flowed from between his fingers.

A burst of angry shouts erupted from the crowd: "Don't push him!"

A group of people carrying camera equipment rushed in. It turned out to be a crew from Hong Kong's RTV (Rediffusion Television), who were filming and broadcasting the day's news live on a nearby street. Upon discovering the incident, they rushed over, quickly set up their cameras, and connected to the broadcast van, pointing the lenses at the two babies on the lightbox billboard.

The middle-aged male host, microphone in hand, immediately began the live broadcast of the breaking news: "This morning, a rare incident occurred in Kowloon Walled City. Two babies, for unknown reasons, appeared on a tall lightbox billboard. RTV Hong Kong is now broadcasting live for you. I am your host..."

Jing Taiji, hiding in the crowd, witnessed all of this and thought to himself, "This is bad; something bad is going to happen."

Looking around, he saw people intently gazing upwards. He quietly took out a coin, flicked it with his finger, and it shot out with incredible speed. The sound of it cutting through the air was drowned out by the noise of the crowd. The coin struck the firefighter's thigh at the Futu acupoint on the Stomach Meridian of Foot Yangming. The firefighter's thigh went numb, he swayed twice, and then he fell headfirst from the ladder, landing on the air cushion.

A chorus of boos erupted from the crowd, assuming the firefighter had simply fallen accidentally.

The fire chief, feeling embarrassed, picked up the microphone again: "Little friend, please put down your weapon. Whatever is troubling you, cherish your life. Little friend, where is your mother?"

"Mom," Shen Caihua murmured, his lonely, helpless eyes staring blankly ahead as he leaned against the lightbox.

Meanwhile, in a villa on Mid-Levels, Hong Kong Island, Liu Jinmo, his master, and his ancestor were watching television in the living room. In those days, Hong Kong only had Rita and TVB channels, and they were watching Rita's news program. The television screen shifted, revealing the tall, illuminated billboard of Kowloon Walled City. The camera zoomed in, showing Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl on the screen… “Ah, my daughter!” the old woman cried out.

Liu Jinmo also saw Shen Caihua and jumped to his feet; he could understand a little Cantonese.

“Kowloon Walled City has found them! We have to go!” Liu Jinmo grabbed the old woman and hurriedly ran out the door, leaving the nun to watch the house.

They hailed a taxi on Peak Road and headed straight for Kowloon Walled City.

Earlier, in the interrogation room of the Western District Police Station in Hong Kong, the two thugs personally interrogated by Superintendent Zhou could no longer hide their true intentions and confessed.

They confessed that it was Old Ji, a fortune teller from Kowloon Walled City, who sent them to track the owner of 911 Peak Road. Old Ji usually stayed in a Hakka hut within the Walled City. As for the situation inside the hut, they only knew that an old woman with bound feet lived there, whom Old Ji said was named "Hong Kong Flower."

Superintendent Zhou was overjoyed upon hearing this. "Hong Kong Flower" had been hiding in the underworld for decades. He never expected that she would fall into his hands today.

Without delay, Superintendent Zhou immediately ordered Inspector He Tianhao to take more than a dozen officers, armed, and set off for the Hakka hut in Kowloon Walled City to arrest "Hong Kong Flower" and her accomplices.

Seven or eight police cars sped out of the Western District Police Station, sirens blaring, heading straight for Kowloon Walled City.

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Mingyue appeared before everyone, dressed in a blue printed cotton jacket, homespun trousers, and black cloth shoes. With bright eyes and prominent teeth, she was pure, lovely, and extremely beautiful, leaving everyone stunned.

"I want to go with them," she said.

The old woman's face suddenly darkened, emanating a chill. She silently sat back down cross-legged in her armchair, lit her pipe, and Yang Gong put down Azhi's head, his wary gaze shifting in their direction.

Wu Daoming sensed the tense atmosphere and said, "Everyone, let's talk things out. There's always room for discussion. Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."

In the restroom in the corner of the hall, Wu Daoming pretended to urinate while quickly searching for slightly longer pubic hairs. He finally found four, and with a heavy heart, yanked them all out. The pain made his nose sting, and tears almost welled up.

He held the pubic hairs in his palm, thinking, "It seems a fierce battle is inevitable."

Back in the hall, Mingyue was speaking tearfully to the old woman, "...I thank you for saving me, but my heart already belongs to someone else. Wherever he is, I will find him and stay by his side for life. Please, old woman, grant Mingyue's wish."

The old woman sneered, "That young master Huang is the one who stole your virginity, isn't he? Didn't you get poisoned by eating the Huang family's mooncakes? How do you know the Huang family won't abandon you after their affair? Since ancient times, most men in the world are fickle and heartless. You'd better follow me, learn superior martial arts, and you won't be afraid of those scoundrels." The old woman glanced at Yang Gong, who pretended not to see her.

"Young master Huang isn't that kind of person. He promised to marry me," Mingyue said firmly.

"Mingyue, how much do you know about Huang Jianguo? He's extremely cunning, and the Huang family is treacherous. They even poisoned your master, the nameless nun, and Mr. Wu. You should think twice," Han Sheng said sincerely.

“That’s right. Huang Qiansui poisoned my food and your master’s food. If it weren’t for Brother Hansheng’s rescue, we would have been buried in the wilderness long ago,” Wu Daoming nodded in confirmation.

The old hag looked at Hansheng and Wu Daoming with considerable surprise.

“Well? The Huang family is so treacherous and vicious, are you still determined to go and die?” the old hag said.

“It was all Huang Qiansui’s doing. Jian Guo must have been completely unaware. I’m going to ask him for an explanation. He’s a kind-hearted student. If he knew, he would never have agreed to his father doing this,” Mingyue insisted.

“Old hag, only the truth can change Mingyue’s mind, so I’m still determined to take her away. The cycle of fate is cyclical; let nature take its course,” Hansheng said firmly to the old hag.

The old hag was furious, but suddenly a thought struck her, and her expression changed. She said, “Mingyue, I’ll compromise. We’ll go with Hansheng’s word. If he says you leave, I won’t stop you. If he says you stay, you can’t object. How about that?”

Mingyue smiled at Hansheng with her clear eyes, nodded, and said, “Alright.”

The old hag pressed the switch under the armrest of her armchair, and instantly all the lights in the room went out, plunging the room into darkness. Then, the old hag pursed her lips, and a wisp of smoke, like a black line, shot straight towards Hansheng in the darkness… …The lights in the room suddenly went out, plunging the room into complete darkness and silence. Wu Daoming knew something was wrong; the old hag was about to strike. Without a second thought, he stretched out his hand, exhaled a breath of true energy, and four yin cones split into two groups of two, shooting towards the old hag and the old man under the cover of darkness… The old man heard the faint sound of air being pierced approaching and spat out a large wad of sticky phlegm. The phlegm met the two yin cones in mid-air; the internal force within the phlegm neutralized the force of the cones, and its stickiness enveloped the two limp pubic hairs, causing them to tumble and fall to the ground.

The old hag remained calm, gently blowing, and two small fireballs suddenly flew out of her pipe, blocking the two yin cones aimed at her. The flames instantly ignited the pubic hair, emitting a burnt smell, and ashes scattered in the air.

The black smoke reached Han Sheng, quickly dispersing and enveloping the unsuspecting man. Some of the smoke was inhaled, while the rest penetrated his clothes and seeped into his skin's pores.

A faint white light flickered in the darkness, static electricity crackled, and the corpse shroud protected Han Sheng's body, instantly dispelling the toad-like smoke. The smoke that had entered Han Sheng's lungs had no effect on him, because the white talisman within Han Sheng's body was a sacred object for warding off poison; how could mere black magic from Northeast China possibly harm it? The old woman, with a sinister laugh

, switched on the lights in the hall. Han Sheng stood there, his expression unchanged. Wu Daoming's sneak attack had failed, and he felt deeply ashamed. He thought to himself, "My Ren and Du meridians are open, so why am I still so ineffective? It seems I've lost my virginity, and my martial arts are far inferior to what they used to be."

"Hansheng, now say one thing: Mingyue, are you going or staying?" The old woman thought that since he had been affected by her unique sleeping potion, he would surely repeat what she thought, so she kept sending the message "stay" to him.

Unexpectedly, Hansheng said loudly, "Of course I'm coming with us."

"Say it again," the old woman said, doubting she had heard correctly.

"Go," Hansheng said clearly.

The old woman was shocked. What was going on? Her sleeping potion hadn't worked!

Mingyue stepped forward and bowed deeply to the old woman, saying, "Mingyue thanks you again for saving my life, Grandma. I'll take my leave now."

"Wait! Hansheng said you can go, but I didn't say Hansheng could go. His mind is extraordinary, and I've wanted to try it for a long time." The old woman started to act spoiled.

Yang Gong chimed in, "Yes, Han Sheng is still a virgin. His brain is fresh and sweet, without any of the stench of men. My mouth is watering."

Han Sheng angrily retorted, "You old hag, you've gone back on your word! You're worse than a beast!"

The old hag hardened her face and shouted, "Enough nonsense, Yang Gong, why aren't you making your move?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Gong immediately spat out a mouthful of sticky phlegm, which flew straight towards Han Sheng's philtrum. Since Han Sheng didn't know martial arts and the taste of eating a live human brain was much better, he only used half his strength for this spit.

"Danger!" Wu Daoming shouted and stepped forward, blocking Han Sheng's path, reaching out to grab the phlegm.

Unexpectedly, Yang Gong noticed his movement the moment he moved, and with a "slap," spat out a second mouthful of sticky phlegm, using his full strength.

Wu Daoming channeled his inner energy into his arm and caught the spit that had already reached Han Sheng's face. He immediately felt a sticky numbness in his hand, and then heard a whooshing sound as another spit hit. He hurriedly dodged, but it was too late. He could only turn his face to the side, and the second spit landed on his right cheek. Wu Daoming felt dizzy, half of his face went numb, and a foul stench filled his nostrils.

The old woman laughed loudly, leaping gracefully from her armchair, a sharp knife appearing in her hand... Just then, with a "bang," the door to the secret passage was kicked open.

"Don't move! Hong Kong Royal Police! We suspect this house is harboring human smugglers. Please cooperate with the inspection." A group of fully armed police officers rushed in, led by Superintendent Zhou.

Everyone in the house was stunned.

A police officer discovered Ah Zhi's body and shouted, "Sir, come quick!"

Superintendent Zhou walked to the dining table and saw Ah Zhi's corpse and the open skull, containing a stainless steel spoon and leftover brains. He felt a wave of nausea.

He turned around and shouted, "I hereby announce your arrest for murder! Come on, handcuff them all!"

Seeing the situation was dire, Yang Gong, seizing the opportunity, leaped up and grabbed Superintendent Zhou. Having a hostage meant a chance to escape.

Superintendent Zhou, who had never seen anyone move so quickly, was stunned.

Seeing this, Wu Daoming, despite his initial shock, leaped forward and blocked Superintendent Zhou's path. Yang Gong's grab caused a severe blow to his back, and he painfully raised his face… "Old Wu!" Superintendent Zhou, facing Wu Daoming's face, was shocked.

"Bang!" A police officer fired a shot without hesitation, hitting Yang Gong's arm, tearing muscle and breaking his radius bone.

Yang Gong's arm fell limply to his side, his imposing manner immediately vanishing. He was forced to his feet by the police officer at gunpoint and handcuffed.

Under the pressure of the gun, the old woman dared not resist. She silently lit her pipe, puffing smoke into the air.

"Is this the 'Hong Kong Flower' you're looking for?" Superintendent Zhou asked Wu Daoming.

Wu Daoming, enduring excruciating pain, said with difficulty, "The old woman's pipe is poisonous..."

Superintendent Zhou was shocked and immediately ordered, "Quickly extinguish the old woman's pipe!"

One officer stepped forward and snatched the pipe from the old woman's hand, suddenly swaying and falling to the ground.

The other officers quickly covered their mouths and noses, their guns still pointed at the old woman.

"Quickly handcuff the old woman!" Superintendent Zhou urged.

The officers, covering their noses, exchanged glances, none daring to approach the strange old woman.

Han Sheng stepped forward, took the handcuffs, and said to the old hag, "Old hag, you've committed countless evils; today is your retribution." He grabbed the old hag's arm and handcuffed her wrists.

A police officer hesitated, glancing at Mingyue, considering whether to handcuff this beautiful young woman as well.

Wu Daoming told Superintendent Zhou that Han Sheng and Mingyue were his men.

Superintendent Zhou ordered, "Arrest only these two old hags. The other three are my informants. Everyone, move to a well-ventilated area outside."

The police escorted the old hag and Yang Gong, carrying the unconscious officer out of the secret passage. The fresh air in the courtyard invigorated everyone.

Under the big tree in the courtyard, A Ye was handcuffed; he was the first to be arrested. Superintendent

Zhou ordered a few police officers to remain to conduct a search after the poisonous gas dissipated, while the rest escorted the three suspects back to Police Station No. 7.

"Old Wu, what are you doing here?" Superintendent Zhou pulled Wu Daoming aside and asked in a low voice.

"It's a long story, let's talk about it later," Wu Daoming said, panting.

“Your face is so swollen, and you’re injured. It’s really unfortunate, we already arranged to meet tonight…” Superintendent Zhou frowned.

“I’ll go,” Wu Daoming said, forcing himself to speak.

Chapter 168

“Mommy…” Shen Caihua murmured desperately.

More and more people gathered at the entrance to Kowloon Walled City. ATV was still broadcasting live, the excited host’s voice trembling: “The babies on the lightbox are still facing off against the firefighters. We don’t know where they come from, or where their families and relatives are, but it’s clear that the two babies are exhausted. The babies’ lips are moving, as if they are saying something. Let’s put the microphone up and hear what they’re saying… Ah, we hear it! They’re saying ‘Mommy!’ Good heavens, they’re calling for their mothers! Where are their mothers?”

A taxi sped into Kowloon Walled City.

Liu Jinmo and Lao Zu jumped out of the car and rushed into the crowd, squeezing to the side of the cordon.

“Back off, back off!” the firefighters shouted, trying to stop the crowd from pushing forward.

The old woman looked up and saw the wrinkled baby girl on the lightbox. Tears streamed down her face. She desperately wanted to rush in, but Liu Jinmo grabbed her arm.

"I'll go," Liu Jinmo said, tears welling

in her eyes. Shen Caihua suddenly sniffed the air, turned his head towards Liu Jinmo's direction, his pupils contracted sharply, and he called out softly in confusion, "Mommy."

Liu Jinmo could no longer hold back and stepped into the yellow cordon.

"Get out!" The fire chief rushed forward to stop him.

Liu Jinmo seemed not to hear him. He pressed one hand on the chief's shoulder, leaped about four or five meters into the air, placed one hand on the top of the light pole, and hung in mid-air... "Caihua," he called softly, tears welling in his eyes, and slowly reached out his hand to the baby... The crowd was stunned for a moment, then the noisy commotion stopped. Everyone held their breath and stared intently at the figure who had leaped to save the baby.

The RTV host excitedly announced, "This is RTV's live broadcast from Kowloon Walled City! Look! A tall, thin man has gone up! My goodness, four or five meters high, and he just leaped up directly, without using a ladder! Could this be the 'lightness skill' from martial arts novels? Citizens, today we finally have the honor of witnessing a real-life version of 'lightness skill'! He's so graceful, so unbelievable..."

Shen Caihua slowly put down the glass shard in his hand, his dark eyes looking at Liu Jinmo. "Mommy..." he softly called out, then burst into a pitiful wail.

Liu Jinmo gently took the two babies into her arms... A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the crowd, the cheers lasting for a long time... Jing Taiji quietly slipped out of the crowd and headed towards the Hakka hut. He knew he couldn't take the babies back from Liu Jinmo, a master of martial arts. He decided to keep an eye on Han Sheng and wait for the right opportunity.

The large iron gate of the Hakka hut was ajar, which was strange. This was unusual; in the past two days, the two gates had always been tightly closed, and even if someone entered or left, they would immediately lock them again.

He quietly approached the gate and peered through the crack. He saw a man in a Hong Kong Royal Police uniform, carrying a pistol, strolling around the courtyard.

Damn it, something's happened! Jing Taiji's mind raced. Had Han Sheng and his group's smuggling been exposed? Or was there something wrong with the Hakka hut itself? This building was acting mysteriously; there must be something fishy going on. No, Han Sheng couldn't be harmed. If something happened to him, he wouldn't get the *Qing Nang Jing*.

Jing Taiji quietly took a coin from his pocket, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then gently pushed the iron gate open. At the same time, he flicked his finger, and the coin shot out, heading straight for the Royal Police officer's temple… *Thud*, the Royal Police officer collapsed.

Jing Taiji slipped into the courtyard, casually closing the iron gate behind him. He tiptoed into the main house, clutching two coins in his hand again, just in case.

The room was empty. His eyes scanned the room, and he found a secret passage behind a screen. He silently descended the stairs, pressing a button on the wall at the bottom step before stealthily pressing against it.

A small door opened, light shining through. He heard someone say, "Hey, the door's open. I'll go see." Footsteps followed, and a police officer peeked out.

Jing Taiji brought his palm down, striking the man on the back of the neck. With a slight cracking sound, the officer fell silently, lying across the threshold.

Jing Taiji stepped into the basement.

"Who goes there!" The officer taking photos for evidence at the dining table looked up, startled.

Jing Taiji flicked his finger, sending a coin flying. The officer, quick-witted, raised his Zeiss camera to block it. With a "crack," the camera lens shattered. As he raised the camera, his trembling finger pressed the shutter, and the flash went off. Immediately after, Jing Taiji's second coin flew, striking the man right between the eyebrows. The officer cried out and fell backward, rolling under the table. A deafening gunshot rang out,

a bullet grazing Jing Taiji's left cheek. A burning pain shot through him, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Don't move!" Two officers, each gripping a Colt revolver, stood a few meters away against the wall, aiming at him.

Jing Taiji slowly turned. He knew it was over. He was out of coins, and at a distance of several feet, he couldn't engage in close combat. Staring at the two black gun barrels, he helplessly and slowly raised his hands.

"Turn around and lean against the wall, cross your arms behind your head, and spread your legs!" the officer ordered.

One officer stepped forward, the cold muzzle of an Alte revolver pressed against the back of his neck, while another handcuffed him.

Carelessness had cost him dearly, Jing Taiji sighed. It was all his fault for being so careless; who knew there were so many police officers down there?

An officer reversed his gun, striking Jing Taiji hard in the waist with the butt. He gasped in pain, doubled over, and convulsed.

"Where did this guy come from? He hurt one of our brothers," the officer said.

"He's from the 'Big Circle Gang,' isn't he?" another officer said.

"Call headquarters immediately, send reinforcements, there are wounded," the officer said.

"6748 calling headquarters, Kowloon Walled City Hakka Village, emergency support, send an ambulance, yes, wounded, repeat..." An officer contacted headquarters through his shoulder-mounted radio.

"Reinforcements are coming soon," he said, letting out a sigh of relief.

"No, they're too late." A cold voice came from behind the officers.

Startled by the sudden voice behind them, the two officers turned around hastily. Standing before them was a thin, wrinkled old woman, smiling at them… "Who are you?" the officers asked hastily, turning their guns towards her.

The old woman sneered, "You don't need to know." With that, she flicked her wrist, and the two officers, bewildered, collapsed to the ground, instantly losing consciousness.

The old woman removed the key from the officers' waists and unlocked the handcuffs on Jing Taiji's head. Jing Taiji slowly turned around in surprise.

"Master! It's you?" Jing Taiji's mouth hung open in astonishment.

The old woman was Granny Wang from the valley by Poyang Lake, Jing Taiji's master, and a successor of the Central Plains Zhu You Ke (a type of healing arts).

"Taiji, why are you so impulsive, just like my two good-for-nothing disciples? I spotted you in the crowd and followed you ever since," Granny Wang scolded.

"Your two disciples? Aren't I your only disciple?" Jing Taiji asked, his eyes wide with confusion.

"Yes, they're the Yin Po and Yang Gong siblings from the Hakka hut. Come on, this isn't the place to talk," Granny Wang said.

The two walked out of the secret passage and the Hakka hut, followed a small alley, turned a few corners, and arrived at a dilapidated bungalow. Granny Wang took out her key, opened the door, and let Jing Taiji in.

It was an extremely simple room, with a small toilet and no kitchen. There was only a bed in the room.

"It's a rented place, so it's simple. Anyway, I'm used to it. Just sit on the bed. Taiji, how did you end up in Hong Kong?" Granny Wang asked.

Jing Taiji recounted everything about Han Sheng.

"The *Qing Nang Jing*? Hmm, Han Sheng has had quite a few extraordinary encounters. No wonder I felt he was different the first time I saw him," Granny Wang recalled.

"Master, you know him?" Jing Taiji asked in surprise.

“Of course I recognize him. This child has good potential; he's quite promising,” Granny Wang said thoughtfully.

“Master, I’ve prepared a packet of Zhuyou powder, planning to find an opportunity to extract the secrets of the *Qingnang Jing* from him,” Jing Taiji said confidently.

Granny Wang glanced at him, remaining silent for a long while.

“Master, why have you come to Hong Kong? I went to the valley to look for you,” Jing Taiji asked.

Granny Wang said softly, “A friend of mine passed away thirty years ago. Master comes to Hong Kong to visit him every ten years. In two days it will be the anniversary of his death. After we sweep his grave, let’s go back to Jiangxi.”

“Master, what about Hansheng’s matter?” Jing Taiji asked anxiously.

Granny Wang looked at him and slowly said, "A person's extraordinary encounters are all preordained by Heaven. How could you recklessly plot to steal it? Even if you succeed by chance, it may not be a good thing. Your master has lived for over a hundred years and has seen far too many karmic retributions. Remember, let everything take its natural course."

"Yes, Master. Those Yin Po and Yang Gong, my fellow disciples, they may have already been arrested by the Hong Kong police. Should we rescue them?" Jing Taiji asked.

Granny Wang sighed and said, "They deserve their fate. For so many years, they have been eating human brains, committing heinous crimes. Let them fend for themselves."

Jing Taiji thought to himself, "Master, how many more years can you live? You may not care about the *Qing Nang Jing*, but I, Jing Taiji, care very much. No matter what, I am determined to have the *Qing Nang Jing*, and no one can stop me."

Chapter 169

Nightfall, Wuyuan County State-Owned Pig Farm.

It was late at night. In his single dormitory, Meng Hongbing was still under the lamp, drinking milk and diligently studying books on pig breeding. Sometimes he would scratch his head in excitement, sometimes he would close the book and sigh deeply. He felt indignant for the sows. They gave birth three times a year, producing a dozen piglets each time, only to be slaughtered and sent to the human dinner table a year later. On average, each sow lost more than thirty offspring annually, yet they never complained, still eating and sleeping soundly. This was definitely not ordinary ideological awareness, he thought.

The sows' lives were extraordinary, lives of wholehearted service to the people, revolutionary lives, he concluded as he closed the book.

Meng Hongbing opened a drawer, took out a balloon he had bought on the street, blew it up (it didn't leak), then took the balloon and went to the pigsty.

Under the moonlight, he gazed at the old sows snoring haphazardly in the pigsty, their sleeping postures endearingly simple. A strong sense of love filled his body, and his groin gradually swelled and swelled.

Meng Hongbing gently lay down on the wooden frame of the semen collection device, his nose filled with the strong scent of male hormones from the boar. A surge of passion welled up within him, and he resolutely put the balloon over his erect penis, letting out a wild cry before ejaculating... Afterward, he lifted the balloon and weighed it, estimating that there was only a little over an ounce of semen inside. He then pulled up his pants and staggered back to his dormitory.

He poured the milky white liquid from the balloon into a teacup. Too little, he thought for a moment, then added some milk, bringing the total to about 200 milliliters.

Meng Hongbing yawned several times with satisfaction, drowsiness washing over him. He took off his clothes, crawled into bed, and drifted off to sleep contentedly.

In his dream, he arrived at the pigsty, and the boars' attitude towards him changed. They were no longer fierce, but instead looked at him with admiration and envy. The sows cheered and jumped around him, and he humbly told them, "It's what I should do."

When he woke up in the morning, it was already time for work. Meng Hongbing hurriedly dressed, picked up his teacup, and smelled it. It smelled a bit sour, probably because the coal stove in the room had made the milk a little spoiled.

"Master Li," he called out to the inseminator who happened to be passing by the door.

"What can I do for you, Manager Meng?" Master Li asked respectfully.

Meng Hongbing handed him the teacup and said, "I collected this semen in the pigsty last night. Go and inseminate the sows immediately."

"Oh dear, Manager Meng, you're working overtime even at night. It's really hard work. Hmm, this semen seems a little different in color?" Master Li said in surprise.

"Don't worry, I did it myself, there's no mistake. Go to work." "Meng Hongbing waved his hand.

"Yes, Director Meng, I'll go right now." Master Li felt he had to carry out the director's instructions perfectly.

Watching Master Li's departing figure, Meng Hongbing breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, "I'm considering the interests of most sows, trying to serve as wide a service area as possible. "

At that moment, his stomach was rumbling. What to eat for breakfast? He suddenly felt the feed in the pigsty troughs shouldn't be too bad.

(Nanshan Town Revolutionary Committee Office)

"What did you say! Has Xiaobing lost his mind?" Meng Zhuqi hung up the phone, hurriedly got into the jeep, and headed to the county pig farm.

A large group of workers were gathered in front of the pigsty, chattering amongst themselves. Upon seeing Meng Zhuqi, they all fell silent and automatically made way for him.

Meng Zhuqi looked at them with suspicion before entering the pigsty.

Meng Hongbing sat on the cement floor inside, surrounded by a circle of sows intently watching over him. Some were lying down, some were sitting, and a few in the back stood upright.

“My fellow sows,” he said, “where there is oppression, there is resistance. The flesh of your offspring is eaten by those people outside, and their skin is made into shoes. And you, once you pass your reproductive age, will also be slaughtered and eaten, suffering the same fate. Don’t you feel disheartened? Are you willing to live like this for the rest of your lives?” "Meng Hongbing spoke earnestly, then reached into the pig trough, grabbed a small clump of feed, and stuffed it into his mouth, saying, 'Look at the food we're feeding you, how much bran is mixed in... We want rice!'

The sows nodded in agreement.

'Child, what's wrong with you?' Meng Zhuqi was utterly astonished. How could a perfectly healthy man have gone mad like this?

He stepped over the fence, entered the pigsty, and came to his son.

'Dad, you're here! I was teaching the women,' Meng Hongbing said cheerfully, recognizing his father.

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhuqi's eyes welled up with tears. He grabbed his son's arm and pulled him up, saying, 'Come on, let's go to the hospital.'

'Goodbye, my fellow women, think carefully about what I said.' Meng Hongbing reluctantly left the pigsty, got into the jeep, and immediately the car was filled with a sour, musty smell."

They arrived at the county hospital.

"President Jing has gone back to his hometown in Sichuan to visit relatives," the hospital office secretary told Meng Zhuqi.

Meng Zhuqi and his son then got into the jeep and headed straight for Nanshan Village.

The jeep stopped in front of the manor on the east side of the village. Meng Zhuqi and his son got out and walked through the gate.

Dr. Zhu, who was drying Chinese herbs in the yard, looked at them with surprise, wondering what the Meng father and son were doing here.

"Dr. Zhu, is Hansheng home?" Meng Zhuqi asked hurriedly.

"Hansheng went out of town on a medical mission and hasn't returned yet. What happened?" Dr. Zhu asked anxiously.

Meng Zhuqi said gravely, "Let's go inside and talk."

Dr. Zhu and Meng Zhuqi sat down in the living room.

"Xiaobing has suddenly become mentally unstable," Meng Zhuqi said with a worried expression.

"Really? What are the symptoms?" Dr. Zhu asked.

"He's developed a liking for pigs..." Meng Zhuqi described what he had seen.

In the yard, Meng Hongbing spotted a small pigpen next to the doghouse, containing a little spotted piglet. His face lit up with delight as he walked over and squatted down by the pen gate, carefully examining the plump piglet.

"Hmm, it's a girl," he muttered to himself.

Lan'er came out of the kitchen. Yesterday morning, when she got up to cook, she discovered the water vat was broken, and her father had gone to the county market early this morning to sell the larger vat.

Hearing voices near the pigpen, she walked over and, watching the person's back, said, "The piglet is cute, isn't it?" A sour, foul odor filled her nostrils. Unbeknownst to her, the person in front of her hadn't bathed in a month, and the dog feces smeared on their body had already fermented.

The man turned around and smiled; it was Meng Hongbing… “Lan’er, you’re so thin,” Meng Hongbing said, squatting on the ground, his gaze lingering on Lan’er’s chest and buttocks. Lan’er blushed and turned her head away. Behind her came Meng Hongbing’s heartfelt praise: “What a beautiful little sow!”

In the living room, Meng Zhuqi repeatedly told Dr. Zhu, “As soon as Hansheng returns, please ask him to come and treat Xiaobing immediately.”

Dr. Zhu nodded, and Meng Zhuqi hurriedly took his leave, taking Meng Hongbing with him as they drove away.

Dr. Zhu fell into deep thought.

Around noon, Wu Chushan returned from the market, having bought a new water vat.

Wu Chushan entered the living room and asked Dr. Zhu, "I heard Meng Zhuqi and his son came by. Did they come for something?"

Dr. Zhu sighed, "It seems Han Sheng really did transplant pig testicles into Meng Hongbing. Now that kid has gone schizophrenic and deranged, constantly going into heat with the sows in the pig farm. Alas, this goes against the principles of medicine."

Wu Chushan pondered for a moment and slowly said, "The matter is probably not that simple. Do you remember that Director Jing from the county hospital came to our house the day before yesterday?"

Dr. Zhu thought for a moment and said, "Yes, he came, but I can't remember anything after that."

Wu Chushan nodded, "This is very strange. Everything that happened after dinner the day before yesterday is a blank in our memory. Not only you and me, but even He Xiang and Lan'er have no recollection of it."

"Collective amnesia?" Dr. Zhu asked doubtfully.

"I suspect someone poisoned the dinner," Wu Chushan said.

"Who?" Dr. Zhu was extremely surprised.

“Jing Taiji,” the mountain man pondered, then continued, “That afternoon, he enthusiastically delivered what he called Lan’er’s job application form. That night, all four of us lost our memories. The next morning, Lan’er got up early to cook and found the water vat broken, all the water inside had spilled out. I think it must be that Jing Taiji came to our house under the guise of delivering the job application form, and took the opportunity to poison the water vat. The four of us ate dinner cooked with water from the vat, which is why we lost our memories. He must have come that night, and when he left, he broke the water vat to destroy the evidence. Now the question is, what exactly happened that night?”

Dr. Zhu thought for a moment and said, “If it wasn’t murder for money, then what was the purpose of poisoning?”

“Dr. Zhu, do you think of any drugs that can cause temporary amnesia?” the mountain man asked.

“I can’t think of any right now,” Dr. Zhu shook his head.

“Could it be that he wanted to extract some secret from us?” Wu Chushan murmured.

"A secret? What secret could we possibly have... Oh, I know, Jing Taiji is a doctor, he wants to find out..." Doctor Zhu's expression suddenly changed, and he realized something.

"What is it?" Wu Chushan asked.

"The Qingnang Classic," Doctor Zhu replied.

"Hua Tuo's Qingnang Classic?" Wu Chushan was genuinely surprised.

Doctor Zhu nodded and said, "Han Sheng discovered a thousand-year-old tomb under his great-grandfather's grave, inside which was a copy of the Qingnang Classic written by Hua Tuo himself. All his bizarre and strange remedies are from that book."

"Oh, no wonder. His prescriptions for treating He Xiang's ALS and Lan'er's hemoptysis were incredible. It turns out they were passed down by Hua Tuo, the legendary physician of the Three Kingdoms period. According to historical records, the Qingnang medical book was burned in the Xuchang prison, but that seems to be untrue. Perhaps the prison warden took the book back then, and 1700 years later it ended up in Han Sheng's hands. It's fate!" Wu Chushan sighed with emotion.

"It's a pity that the *Qing Nang Jing* was burned along with the thatched hut," Dr. Zhu said regretfully.

"Burned?" the mountain man asked in astonishment.

Dr. Zhu sighed and said, "Han Sheng was hiding in the doghouse and couldn't escape it; it was all burned."

"What a pity, such a pity. 1700 years later, he still couldn't escape that fire. It's fate," Wu Chushanren lamented.

"How could Jing Taiji know about the *Qing Nang Jing*? Han Sheng didn't even tell you," Dr. Zhu asked疑惑地.

The mountain man pondered, "Jing Taiji originally didn't know about the *Qing Nang Jing*. He just thought Han Sheng's medical skills were incredible, curing Meng Hongbing with extremely strange prescriptions, which aroused his suspicion. He probably thought there was some ancestral medical book at home, so he came to investigate. Unexpectedly, Han Sheng wasn't home, so he attacked us." "

Hmm, he wouldn't know about the *Qing Nang Jing*," Dr. Zhu nodded.

"But now he does," the mountain man said.

"Mountain man, you mean..." Dr. Zhu looked at Wu Chushanren.

"Han Sheng is probably in danger," said the hermit.

Looking at the bewildered Doctor Zhu, Wu Chushanren explained, "Jing Taiji poisoned and drugged us, possibly to extract secrets about the *Qing Nang Jing*, or perhaps he learned that the book had been burned, and that the prescriptions from the *Qing Nang Jing* are memorized in Han Sheng's mind. He'll likely use the same method to poison Han Sheng again, forcing him to reveal the contents of the *Qing Nang Jing*."

"And then…" Doctor Zhu broke out in a cold sweat.

"Given his deep cunning, he'll definitely poison Han Sheng to silence him, achieving his goal of monopolizing the *Qing Nang Jing* medical knowledge." Wu Chushanren also sensed something was amiss.

"Could our deductions be too extreme?" Doctor Zhu asked suspiciously.

"Well then, I'll go and verify it," Wu Chushanren said.

Wu Chushanren immediately set off for Wuyuan County.

Upon arriving at the county hospital, he learned that Dean Jing Taiji had returned to Sichuan to visit relatives the previous day.

Wu Chushan sighed deeply, "Hansheng is on the verge of death."

Chapter 170

Hong Kong's RTV (Rediffusion Television) broadcast two news items on its evening news that day. The first was about the heroic act of citizens rescuing infants in Kowloon Walled City that morning, especially the unidentified man in his fifties who, according to folklore, displayed superhuman agility to save two infants from danger. He then seemingly carried the children away, leaping across rooftops. This man apparently did not want to expose himself to the public. Anyone with information was asked to call RTV's news hotline… The second news item was about the Western District Police Station of the Royal Hong Kong Police Force cracking a murder-brain-eating case, arresting several suspects, including the notorious "Old Woman of Hong Kong," a notorious figure in Hong Kong's underworld decades ago. Police are currently questioning him, and the Western District Court has confirmed media reports that the suspects will not be released on bail.

In the living room, Liu Jinmo and his ancestor were watching RTV's evening news, exchanging knowing smiles. Under the watchful eyes of the Kowloon Walled City crowd, he picked up Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl. Contrary to expectations, he didn't jump down to give a media interview, but quietly slipped away amidst enthusiastic applause, returning to his villa on the Mid-Levels.

Han Sheng and Wu Daoming, upon seeing the two infants and hearing the old master's description, were both relieved. After exchanging information, Han Sheng began treating Wu Daoming's injuries.

Yang Gong's scratch on Wu Daoming's back left five black finger marks, fortunately only damaging the skin and flesh. The Jueyinshu acupoint, a fatal point on the Bladder Meridian below the spinous process of the fourth thoracic vertebra, wasn't severely damaged; only the Qi and blood were obstructed. Otherwise, it would have impacted the heart and lungs, disrupting the Qi mechanism, which would have been extremely dangerous.

The nun pressed her palms firmly against the obstructed Jueyinshu acupoint, above the Feishu acupoint and below the Xinshu acupoint, drawing in Qi upwards and downwards to clear his meridians.

Han Sheng examined Wu Daoming's swollen right cheek. The Yang Gong's extremely yang-type phlegm was indeed potent; the skin on the affected face appeared burned, indicating the intense yang fire within the phlegm.

"How is it?" Liu Jinmo asked.

Han Sheng pondered for a moment, then said, "The proper treatment would be to use earth to dispel the fire, but Mr. Wu has to go out soon, so I can only use yin to counteract yang, though it's a bit too strong."

"Don't worry, Han Sheng, just proceed with the treatment. I must go out tonight," Wu Daoming said.

"Alright, Mr. Liu, try to get Shen Caihua to urinate some boy's urine; his urine is extremely yin," Han Sheng told Liu Jinmo.

"Okay, I'll go get him to urinate now," Liu Jinmo replied, entering Zhu Biao's room.

Zhu Biao was silently collecting Shen Caihua's remains, wrapping them in a sheet, placing them in a travel bag, and checking the dog-branded rifle in his hand; three bullets remained.

"What are you doing?" Liu Jinmo asked in surprise.

Zhu Biao said expressionlessly, "I'm going back to die with the Meng family father and son, one bullet each, no more, no less."

Liu Jinmo picked up Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl from the bed, put a small bowl on the ground, then held the baby and aimed Caihua's penis at the porcelain bowl, making a "shh" sound.

"Whoosh..." The wrinkled baby girl urinated, soaking Shen Caihua's bottom.

Liu Jinmo was both amused and exasperated, quickly wiping it dry. With great effort, he continued to "shh," and after a while, Shen Caihua finally urinated. His penis hardened, and in an instant, the bowl was full of urine. Han Sheng

sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the Yin-Yang Ruler on the coffee table.

This dark blue ruler, which was almost snatched away by the old witch, was actually the "Guo Gong Burial Ruler," a sacred object of the Central Plains Zhuyou sect, lost for thousands of years. It was truly unbelievable.

"Legend has it that the Guo Gong Burial Ruler can measure Yin and Yang, dispel ghostly energy, and break Zhuyou, but we don't know how to use it," Wu Daoming said.

Han Sheng thought for a moment and asked, "Mr. Wu, I suspect that Yang Gong's poisonous phlegm is also derived from incantation magic. Since this Yin-Yang Ruler can break incantation magic, perhaps it can help clear the phlegm poison."

Wu Daoming nodded, "Yes, but how to break it is unknown."

Liu Jinmo came over with a full bowl of children's urine and placed it on the coffee table. Because it was too full, it not only overflowed onto his hands but also splashed a few drops onto the Yin-Yang Ruler.

A wisp of smoke rose from the Guo Gong Burial Ruler... Han Sheng stared at it in amazement, muttering, "Things that are extremely Yin or extremely Yang are all poisonous because they disrupt the Yin-Yang balance of the human body. Detoxification is the process of restoring Yin and Yang. Shen Caihua's bodily fluids are extremely Yin because of the ghost fetus, so the Yin-Yang Ruler reacts to them, producing a chemical change. We really need to think about this carefully."

Wu Daoming thought to himself, this Han Sheng is indeed exceptionally talented, intelligent, and good at simplifying complex matters and finding the essence of things.

Han Sheng smiled and said to Wu Daoming, "The urine of a virgin boy, being of the Yin nature, can counteract the phlegm of the Yang nature, thus harmonizing Yin and Yang. However, we still need a medicinal guide." "

What medicinal guide?" Wu Daoming wondered, wondering what kind of trick Han Sheng was up to this time.

"Now, cough up as much phlegm as possible from your throat and bronchi, and spit it into this bowl of urine," Han Sheng said seriously.

"How disgusting!" The nun covered her mouth and chuckled secretly.

Wu Daoming did as he was told, spitting out several pieces of light bluish-gray phlegm that floated in the yellow, transparent urine.

Han Sheng picked up a pair of chopsticks and began to stir it. After looking at it, he said, "Two more mouthfuls."

Wu Daoming coughed up two more pieces violently, with streaks of blood on them.

Han Sheng said with a smile, "That's enough. Apply it to your face, and drink the rest."

With a "whoosh," the old ancestor vomited.

Wu Daoming recovered quickly; in less than half an hour, the swelling on his right cheek had almost completely subsided.

"Why use my own phlegm as a medicinal guide?" Wu Daoming asked.

"Actually, everything in the human body is useful. Whether it's excrement like urine, white urine, or secretions like eye boogers, earwax, phlegm, and saliva, they all contain the individual's immune information. I neutralized the yang phlegm of the yin-yang child with the yin-yang urine, but ultimately, your own immune system still needs to play its role. Your phlegm contains your own unique immune factors, allowing your immune system to quickly recognize and engage in its work. In general, the human immune system is a system that regulates the balance of yin and yang. When yin and yang and the five elements are in harmony, the body naturally has no problems," Han Sheng explained. This was something he had actually gleaned from the *Corpse Clothes Classic*.

Wu Daoming quickly washed and dressed, putting on a dark suit and a scarlet tie.

Han Sheng took out the small green fluorite he had first pried from the Dazhangshan cave and handed it to Wu Daoming, saying, "Mr. Wu, could you please have someone take a look? Is this stone worth selling?"

Wu Daoming replied, "Han Sheng, I've already prepared HK$1 million for you. If that's not enough, I have more."

Han Sheng smiled and shook his head, saying, "No need. Please help me find someone knowledgeable to ask."

Wu Daoming took the small stone, put it in his pocket, then said goodbye, left the villa, and took a taxi to the Peninsula Hotel.

The Peninsula Hong Kong is located at 22 Salisbury Road, Tsim Sha Tsui, Kowloon, facing Victoria Harbour. It is one of the most luxurious and famous hotels in Hong Kong and even the world.

Wu Daoming arrived at the hotel lobby and immediately saw Superintendent Zhou waiting there. Tonight, he was dressed in civilian clothes, looking quite dashing in a suit.

"They've arrived. Let's go up," Superintendent Zhou said hurriedly.

In a luxurious private room at the Chinese restaurant on the second floor of the Peninsula Hotel, Wu Daoming met the buyer of Tai Chi Yin Yun, his neighbor, Jeff the gorilla's owner, Justice of the Peace Lu Taiguan JP.

This was a kind-looking elderly man with black hair, around sixty or seventy years old, 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, overweight figure. His loose, cream-colored suit jacket was open, giving him an air of both authority and approachability.

Behind him stood four bodyguards, all agile and serious, their eyes fixed straight ahead. Beside him sat a gaunt, red-faced old man.

Superintendent Zhou stepped forward and introduced the elderly man: “This is Mr. Wu Daoming, our renowned ‘Number One Feng Shui Master of Lingnan’ in Hong Kong,” he continued, turning to the man, “and this is Mr. Lu Taiguan, a Justice of the Peace in Hong Kong.”

“A pleasure to meet you,” Lu Taiguan said, extending his hand.

Wu Daoming returned the handshake, feeling a considerable firmness in the other man’s grip.

Lu Taiguan chuckled and pointed to the red-faced old man beside him, saying, "My friend is He Wuxing, a national treasure-level geomancer from Taiwan. You're in the same profession, let's get acquainted."

Wu Daoming and the red-faced old man, He Wuxing, shook hands politely, feeling the man's smooth, soft, and boneless palm.

"Now that we've met, we're all on the same side. Sit down and have some tea," Superintendent Zhou said with a beaming smile.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Wu Daoming's mind—this Lu Taiguan seemed familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere long ago…

Chapter 171

Lu Taiguan flicked his finger, and four bodyguards silently walked out of the room and stood outside the door.

"Shall we talk while we eat?" Lu Taiguan beckoned to the waiter to bring the dishes before anyone could answer.

Each person had a large abalone on their plate. Wu Daoming was secretly astonished. These were "single-head" Japanese abalone. "Single-head abalone" meant there was only one per pound, extremely rare, and each one was worth no less than HK$25,000. Mr. Lu was incredibly generous.

"We're neighbors," Mr. Lu said, cutting off a piece of abalone and chewing it.

"Yes, I live right across from you. May I ask what industry you're in, Mr. Lu?" Wu Daoming cut off a large piece of abalone and stuck it on his fork.

"Jewelry industry," Mr. Lu smiled.

Oh, I see. Judging from his accent, he seemed to be from Hunan. Where had he seen this before? Wu Daoming racked his brains to remember.

"Mr. Wu, three dragon veins descend from Kunlun Mountain to the Central Plains. Jiangxi is part of the central dragon vein, forming a Tai Chi Yin-Yang halo in Wuyuan, northern Jiangxi. Mr. Wu, could you personally witness this Tai Chi halo?" The Taiwanese geomancer, He Wuxing, asked in a hoarse voice.

Wu Daoming turned his head, his gaze sharp. He Wuxing's question was rather impolite. Lu Taiguan listened with great interest, while Superintendent Zhou was somewhat nervous.

"I only saw the yin halo; I haven't seen the yang halo," Wu Daoming replied.

"Mr. Wu, could you tell me about it? I'd love to hear it, after all, the yin halo of Taiji is a sight that only appears once every thousand years," He Wuxing said in a hoarse voice.

Wu Daoming knew they were testing his resolve, so he didn't mince words and explained: "The Taiji Yin Acupoint is unique, differing from previous ancient records. Huangshan in Anhui province, formed over millions of years by accumulating the essence of heaven and earth, has created the Taiji Yin and Yang acupoints. The Yang acupoint was used by Zhu Yuanzhang's mother over 600 years ago, while the Yin acupoint has remained hidden in the wilderness. Countless Feng Shui masters searched tirelessly during the Ming and Qing dynasties without success; otherwise, we wouldn't have discovered it.

The Taiji Yin Acupoint is about ten feet in diameter, barren of vegetation, and contains five-colored soil halos, easily identifiable. Within this soil grow five-colored earth eggs. I once handled those eggs; they were about the size of a fist, and each contained a live silkworm—truly amazing."

"The Taiji Yin Acupoint is so wondrous! It's truly an eye-opener," exclaimed Lu Taiguan.

He Wuxing chuckled, "Such a magical earthen egg, Mr. Wu wouldn't have buried it again after playing with it, would he?"

Wu Daoming thought to himself, this

He Wuxing is truly annoying. "That's right, I brought back a golden earthen egg," Wu Daoming said.

The Taiji earthen egg that Shen Caihua had secretly kept was in Wu Daoming's hands. It was on the day Shen Caihua was mistakenly killed by the corpse clothes on Han Sheng's body. As Shen Caihua's body gradually dissolved, Wu Daoming bent down to look and found something strange under her white robe. So, taking advantage of everyone's astonishment, he secretly hid it.

Wu Daoming knew that Taiji Yun buyer Lu Taiguan wouldn't act without seeing the benefits; one hundred million US dollars was definitely not a small amount, so he came prepared.

"This is the Taiji earthen egg born from Taiji Yin Yun." Wu Daoming took out an earthen egg from his pocket and gently placed it on the table.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on that inconspicuous earthen egg.

The earthen egg was a bright yellowish-brown, neither quite earth nor quite stone, slightly larger than a goose egg, and oval-shaped like a yolk.

"So this is the earthen egg from the Five Elements Tai Chi Egg..." He Wuxing stared wide-eyed at the Tai Chi earthen egg, his hoarse voice trembling.

Superintendent Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, downed his glass of wine, and forked a large piece of juicy abalone into his mouth.

Lu Taiguan asked doubtfully, "Is there really a live silkworm inside?"

Wu Daoming nodded, "Absolutely."

"Can we open it and see?" Lu Taiguan asked.

Wu Daoming's gaze shifted to Superintendent Zhou. He understood that to complete the transaction, the earthen egg had to be opened. Superintendent Zhou nodded hastily.

"Alright, Mr. Lu, please crack the shell and verify the earthen silkworm inside," Wu Daoming said indifferently.

Lu Taiguan picked up the earthen egg, bent down, and gently tapped it on the granite floor. The egg cracked, and he carefully pried open the shell on the table, revealing a plump, golden-yellow silkworm, about an inch long, still hibernating… The silkworm slowly awoke upon contact with the air, shaking its little head as it crawled up.

“Not bad. Only the Taiji Halo can nurture such a wondrous creature. Congratulations, Mr. Lu, the Taiji Yin Halo definitely exists,” He Wuxing said, shaking his head.

Lu Taiguan smiled and looked at Wu Daoming, saying, "Mr. Wu, your skill is indeed profound. You have found the Taiji Yin Aura that countless people dream of. You are truly the number one Feng Shui master in hundreds of years. I wonder what is so magical about this little silkworm?"

Wu Daoming replied, "Generally speaking, it is not easy to find a place where Yin and Yang and the Five Elements are in harmony when it comes to burial sites. Often, the Five Elements are lacking. If the Earth element is lacking, this yellow silkworm can replenish the Earth element and balance the Five Elements." "

Can it cure diseases? It's better to consider this life first. As for the fate of future generations, let it be left to Heaven." Lu Taiguan chuckled.

Wu Daoming frowned and said, "If that's the case, why did you spend so much money to buy the Taiji Yin Aura

, Mr. Lu?" Lu Taiguan stopped laughing and looked at Wu Daoming slowly, saying, "The Taiji Yin Aura was bought by someone else. I was just handling it on their behalf."

So this wasn't the real buyer. Wu Daoming smiled faintly, neither confirming nor denying.

Seeing Wu Daoming's displeasure, Lu Taiguan said, "However, my decision is final. Before the deal is completed, I need to understand a few details. Please don't take offense."

Wu Daoming replied, "Please speak freely."

Lu Taiguan glanced at He Wuxing, who cleared his throat, his voice still hoarse: "Mr. Wu, are there any other tombs around the Taiji Yin Aura?"

"Originally, there were some ancestral graves of local people, but they were all more than twenty zhang away from the Taiji Yin Aura, so they had no impact. They have all been moved now," Wu Daoming said.

"Hmm, then is there anyone else in the area who knows about this auspicious feng shui site?" He Wuxing continued to ask.

"No," Wu Daoming answered decisively.

He Wuxing nodded thoughtfully.

"I also have a few questions," Wu Daoming said.

"Please," He Wuxing said politely.

"Do you bury corpses, bones, or live burials?" Wu Daoming asked.

"Live burial? What did you say? Burying someone before they're dead is practically burying them alive!" Lu Taiguan said in surprise.

"Live burials are issued the fastest, corpses next, bones the slowest, and ashes aren't issued at all. If it's a corpse, transporting it to the mainland is more troublesome," Wu Daoming explained.

He Wuxing glanced at Lu Taiguan, then said, "It's bones."

"It takes five hundred days to issue, more than ten years later, around 1990..." Wu Daoming said.

"There's no need to discuss these things. Let's get straight to the specific procedures," Lu Taiguan interrupted Wu Daoming, then continued, "Mr. Wu, Mr. He Wuxing will be in charge of the specific work on our side. You two can discuss the details such as how the remains will be transported to the mainland and the security of the secret burial. I'll discuss the payment method of one hundred million US dollars with Superintendent Zhou."

By the end of the banquet, Wu Daoming and He Wuxing had finalized the specific arrangements for the burial, and Superintendent Zhou had also settled the financial issue with Lu Taiguan.

"I wish us a successful cooperation!" Lu Taiguan raised his glass.

Everyone drank it all in one gulp.

Lu Taiguan carefully put the two halves of the Taiji earthen egg shell back together, the golden earthworm still trapped inside, and then handed the egg to He Wuxing.

“Mr. Wu, I’ve already reached an agreement with Superintendent Zhou. A prepayment of US$10 million will be deposited into Superintendent Zhou’s overseas account. This magical Tai Chi earthen egg was given to my client. Since he’s purchased the entire Tai Chi Yin Halo, the contents inside naturally belong to my client as well. Any objections?” Lu Taiguan spoke decisively, as if he were a soldier.

“No objections,” Wu Daoming said, taking the green fluorite from his pocket and handing it to Lu Taiguan. “Mr. Lu, you’re in the jewelry business, please take a look at this stone and tell me its value.”

Lu Taiguan held the fluorite in his palm, then took out a folding magnifying glass from his jacket pocket, examined it carefully, and said, “This seems to be a type of beryl. Could you leave it with me for now, and I’ll have my company’s gem experts appraise it for you?”

“Okay, no problem,” Wu Daoming said.

Wu Daoming and Superintendent Zhou said goodbye and left, getting into Superintendent Zhou’s RV in the Peninsula Hotel parking lot.

"Hey, Lao Wu, we're rich now! 10 million US dollars will arrive tomorrow. Give me your account number, and I'll transfer 5 million to you as soon as the money arrives." Superintendent Zhou was extremely excited.

Wu Daoming didn't reply, feeling uneasy. Was what he did right or wrong? He already had a villa on the hillside and over 20 million Hong Kong dollars in savings, enough for him and his junior sister for the rest of their lives. Was it necessary to get another 50 million US dollars? He hadn't heard the saying, "Men die for wealth, birds die for food." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel worried.

In the Peninsula Hotel room, Lu Taiguan calmly said to He Wuxing, "Kill them after this is over."

"Don't worry," He Wuxing replied hoarsely.

Chapter 172

Wu Daoming returned to the villa on the hillside. Han Sheng and the others were still awake, sitting in the living room talking.

"Brother Dao, how are you feeling? You seem a little downcast," the nun asked with concern.

"Oh, I'm fine," Wu Daoming replied casually.

Han Sheng approached and said, "Zhu Biao wants to go back. We tried to persuade him to wait another week until the two children are fully recovered, but he stubbornly refuses and won't even eat."

Wu Daoming followed Han Sheng to Zhu Biao's room. The room was pitch black. Wu Daoming reached out and turned on the light, seeing Zhu Biao sitting blankly on the bed, clutching a travel bag containing Shen Caihua's remains.

"Zhu Biao, are you leaving?" Wu Daoming asked with concern.

Zhu Biao didn't answer, his gaze still fixed on the wall.

Seeing this, Wu Daoming shook his head and quietly left the room.

"After Shen Caihua's death, he seems to have lost two-thirds of his soul. Well then, tomorrow I'll hire a smuggler to send him back to Jiangxi," Wu Daoming said helplessly.

Han Sheng had no choice but to let him go.

Wu Daoming returned to his room, thinking about how to explain the Tai Chi Yin Yun incident to his junior sister. With her upright and strong-willed nature, she would never agree to him doing such a deceptive thing, so he had to use a white lie.

“Junior Sister, there’s something I must respect your opinion on,” Wu Daoming said sincerely.

The nun smiled and playfully scolded, “Brother Dao, what’s so serious?”

“Do you know where I went tonight?” Wu Daoming asked solemnly.

“Didn’t you go to meet a guest?” the nun asked.

Wu Daoming nodded and sighed, “I met with Superintendent Zhou from the Seventh Police Station. It’s very difficult to get your permanent residency.”

The nun smiled and said, “If it can’t be done, then forget it. I’ll just hide at home. Don’t make things too difficult for me, Brother Dao.” Wu

Daoming feigned gratitude, gently pulling the nun into his arms, and said sincerely, “I promised you I would take you around the world. Without identity, you can’t get a passport, and you can’t go anywhere.”

“What are your plans, Brother Dao?” the nun asked, sensing that Wu Daoming had something to discuss.

Wu Daoming said, "Junior Sister, you and I both know that Huang Qianhui is an utterly wicked man. He dared to bury his father alive so his son could become emperor."

"He will surely be punished by heaven," the nun said indignantly.

"Fortunately, I conspired with Wu Chushan to reverse the yin and yang of his father. Huang Jianguo can't become emperor. His family can only produce a first lady, but they don't have any girls, so it's all for nothing." Wu Daoming smiled lightly.

"Serves him right." The nun admired her brother's wisdom immensely.

"Now another bad guy wants the Taiji Yin Aura. He found me through Superintendent Zhou, wanting me to help bury that person's ancestral bones in the Taiji Aura. But they don't know that the dragon's lair feng shui has already been used up by Old Master Huang, so the burial is pointless. If I help with this, Superintendent Zhou will try to get you an identity," Wu Daoming said.

"But the Taiji Aura feng shui is gone. Letting someone bury him there is like deceiving them, even though he's a bad guy," the nun hesitated.

Wu Daoming turned the nun's shoulders, looked into her eyes, and slowly said, "Didn't I also deceive Huang Qianhui? Being honest with bad people is just colluding with them, becoming their accomplice, don't you think?"

The nun nodded and said, "Brother Dao, you're right, I'll listen to you."

Wu Daoming smiled with satisfaction, pressed the nun down, and rolled over to pin her down.

The next morning, while everyone was having breakfast, the phone rang.

Wu Daoming picked up the receiver, and the cheerful laughter of Justice of the Peace Lu Taiguan came through: "Mr. Wu, the stone you brought yesterday has been identified. It's an 80-carat emerald crystal, worth HK$4 million. Would you like me to help you sell it?"

"Wait a minute..." Wu Daoming felt his tongue was a little dry. He put down the receiver and turned to Han Sheng, saying, "Han Sheng, that green fluorite is an emerald, worth HK$4 million, which is about RMB1 million at the current exchange rate. Would you like to sell it?"

Han Sheng was surprised and said, "Is it really that valuable? I have three more large ones here.

Can you sell them all together?" Wu Daoming grabbed the receiver and said, "Three more large ones. Can you sell them all at once?"

“Of course, ten percent commission. I’m at home now, bring it over,” said Lu Taiguan.

Ten minutes later, Wu Daoming led Hansheng into the luxurious villa at No. 900, Hilltop Road. Since it involved money, Wu Daoming thought it best for Hansheng to handle it directly.

Lu Taiguan looked kindly at the young man before him, finding it hard to believe that this young man could casually pull three emeralds, each as large as a goose egg, from his pocket.

“If Brother Hansheng doesn’t mind, could you tell me where these emeralds came from?” Lu Taiguan asked.

Han Sheng smiled slightly and said, "I found it in my great-grandfather's coffin when we moved the grave."

Lu Taiguan knew Han Sheng was just giving a perfunctory answer, unwilling to reveal the gem's true origin, so he didn't press the matter. He smiled and said, "Sell them all? Why not have an emerald ring made for your girlfriend?"

Han Sheng thought of Lan'er; he should give her a wedding token. So he nodded and said, "Alright, please make a wedding ring."

"Okay, come with me to the company," Lu Taiguan readily agreed.

Han Sheng and Wu Daoming arrived in Kowloon in Lu Taiguan's luxurious extended Mercedes-Benz limousine. On Mong Kok's commercial street at the northern end of Nathan Road, there was a famous jewelry store owned by Lu Taiguan.

When several emerald crystals were displayed on the glass, the shopkeeper and gem craftsman almost fainted.

"We've never seen such large hexagonal emerald crystals before, with very few cracks, a vibrant green color, and quality comparable to Colombian emeralds. It's incredibly rare," the old gem craftsman said in a trembling voice.

The shopkeeper explained, "The English name for emerald is 'emerald,' originating from Old Persian, meaning 'green stone,' also known as 'Luzon green' or 'green gemstone.' The ancient Greeks called it 'the shining gemstone.' Westerners regard it as a symbol of love and life, representing the vibrant spring. Legend has it that it was also the gemstone favored by Venus, the goddess of love. Therefore, emerald also carries the connotation of success and the guarantee of love; it can give the wearer honest and beautiful memories."

Lu Taiguan laughed and said, "Alright, stop with the constant commercialism. Let's calculate the value, and we'll buy it and have a larger emerald wedding ring made."

Han Sheng and Wu Daoming casually browsed the shop while the shopkeeper and others appraised and valued the items in the inner room.

Looking at the dazzling array of jewelry and jade, Han Sheng smiled faintly, thinking to himself, "It's pitiful that my fellow Jiangxi folks back home can't even get enough to eat."

"A total of 3000 carats, worth HK$150 million. After deducting the 10% commission, and the cost of the raw materials and processing for the 100-carat emerald ring, I'll pay you a total of HK$120 million. Is that acceptable?" Lu Taiguan asked Han Sheng as he stepped forward.

Han Sheng nodded; the amount was so vast that he couldn't even begin to comprehend it.

"When will the wedding ring be ready?" Han Sheng asked.

"At least seven days, set in 18k gold," Lu Taiguan replied.

"Please engrave 'Lan'er' on it," Han Sheng instructed.

Lu Taiguan said, "Don't worry, I guarantee your satisfaction. We will issue you a bank draft through the Bank of China in Hong Kong, which you can exchange for RMB at the Bank of China in mainland China. It's approximately RMB 40 million."

Han Sheng thought for a moment and said, "I don't have any money on hand right now. Could you exchange some RMB first?"

"Of course, 100,000 or 200,000?" Lu Taiguan said with a smile.

"200,000," Han Sheng replied casually.

"Alright, deliver it to Mr. Wu's residence tonight along with the bank draft," Lu Taiguan said.

After leaving, Han Sheng asked Wu Daoming, "Is this real? I feel like I'm dreaming."

Wu Daoming laughed, "Of course it's real. You're quite wealthy now."

"But it might not be a good thing," Han Sheng said thoughtfully. Wu Daoming

remained silent.

Chapter 173

Wu Daoming made a phone call from a street-side phone booth in Mong Kok, arranging with a smuggler specializing in human trafficking and illegal immigration. He asked the smuggler to be ready to go immediately to 911 Peak Road, Mid-Levels, Hong Kong Island, to take someone to Jiangxi, mainland China. After some haggling, the price was finally agreed upon at HK$35,000.

Wu Daoming and Han Sheng immediately rushed back to the villa in Mid-Levels. From afar, they saw a middle-aged man leaning against an old car, smoking.

Wu Daoming smiled and said, "Old Wan, you're here pretty fast."

"When there's business to be done, of course I have to work hard," the smuggler surnamed Wan said with a grin.

"You wait outside first, I'll go make the arrangements," Wu Daoming said, and he and Han Sheng went into the villa.

As soon as they entered the house, the nun rushed forward and said, "The Hong Kong cemetery just called; Ms. Bai is here to sweep the graves."

Upon hearing this, Wu Daoming turned to Han Sheng and said, "Ms. Bai is my master's former lover, and also a successor of the Central Plains Zhu You Ke (a type of healing arts). Let's go meet her; it might be helpful for your medical skills. Also, Zhu Biao, could you leave now?"

The door opened, and Zhu Biao, expressionless, came out carrying a travel bag containing Shen Caihua's remains. He had already prepared; Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl were still fast asleep in the room.

Wu Daoming returned to the room, took out 50,000 Hong Kong dollars, counted out 15,000, and handed it to Zhu Biao, saying, "Keep this for the journey. I'll have Lao Wan exchange it for RMB for you." Zhu Biao silently accepted it.

Han Sheng and the others said goodbye to Zhu Biao, who didn't say a word, turned around, and walked straight out of the villa.

Han Sheng understood that Zhu Biao still couldn't let go of the matter of accidentally injuring Shen Caihua.

Wu Daoming approached Lao Wan, handed him HK$35,000, and gave him a few instructions. Lao Wan started the car and drove off with Zhu Biao.

Wu Daoming hailed a taxi and headed directly to the Hong Kong Cemetery in Happy Valley, Wong Nai Chung, with Han Sheng and the nun.

The Mid-Levels villa wasn't far from the cemetery, and soon the gate came into view.

The gatekeeper saw Wu Daoming and whispered, "The person went in almost an hour ago and is still inside." Wu Daoming handed him another red HK$100 note and hurried deeper into the cemetery.

At Gu Xian's grave, an old woman stood silently, gently wiping the tombstone with a handkerchief. Two large bouquets of flowers sat before the grave: one of pure white daisies and the other of vibrant red roses.

A man was squatting on the ground burning paper money, and incense and candles were lit beside the grave.

Wu Daoming silently stepped forward and said, "Excuse me, are you Bai Suzhen, ma'am?"

The old woman slowly turned around, her face full of wrinkles, her eyes slightly red and swollen... "Grandma Wang!" Han Sheng exclaimed in surprise.

Grandma Wang smiled and glanced at Han Sheng, nodded, and said, "My surname is Wang. In my younger days, I jokingly called myself Bai Suzhen with Gu Lang." She turned her gaze to Wu Daoming and said kindly, "You must be the little apprentice Gu Lang took in, right?"

Wu Daoming's heart warmed, and he said with tears in his eyes, "Master's wife, I am your apprentice, Wu Daoming."

Grandma Wang looked at him and said, "Hmm, indeed a handsome young man. Gu Lang is very picky about his apprentices, preferring to have none rather than accept inferior ones, unlike you, old woman. This is one of our disagreements. Come, Taiji, greet your senior brother."

The man who had been squatting on the ground slowly stood up and turned his face.

"Dean Jing!" Han Sheng was even more surprised to see him.

Jing Taiji, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, exuded an air of authority. He smiled slightly at Han Sheng, nodded in acknowledgment, and then respectfully addressed Wu Daoming, saying, "Taiji greets Senior Brother."

Granny Wang introduced him to Wu Daoming, "This is my youngest disciple, Jing Taiji."

Han Sheng was somewhat incredulous, staring at them blankly.

Jing Taiji said with a broad smile, "Han Sheng, I didn't expect to meet you in Hong Kong."

Han Sheng sensed something hidden in Dean Jing's smile, an indescribable feeling.

"Master's wife, you know my friend Han Sheng?" Wu Daoming asked in surprise.

"Yes, we met once by Poyang Lake," Granny Wang replied.

Wu Daoming first respectfully paid his respects to his master, then sincerely said to Granny Wang, "Master's wife, I have many things I want to say to you. Why don't you come to my humble abode, and I will do my best to be a good host so we can all have a good chat?"

Jing Taiji was delighted to hear this and quickly said, "Master, I also want to learn more from my senior brother."

Granny Wang glanced at him and said with a double meaning, "Alright, but please don't cause them any trouble."

"Don't worry, Master," Jing Taiji readily agreed.

Wu Daoming beckoned the nun to come forward and said, "Junior sister, come and greet Master's wife."

The nameless nun stepped forward and bowed

, saying, "Wuming greets Master's wife." Granny Wang looked the nun up and down, puzzled, and asked, "This is..."

Wu Daoming quickly explained, "Master's wife, junior sister is my fiancée."

"Oh," Granny Wang smiled slightly, feeling a pang of sadness, and said, "Daoming, you are much better than your master."

The group left the cemetery and drove to the villa halfway up the mountain.

Standing before the gate of Villa No. 911 on the mountaintop, Granny Wang stroked the stone pillar beside the iron gate, a wave of sadness washing over her. She murmured wistfully, "So many stories have been left behind behind this gate. The house remains, but it's all empty now..."

Seeing Granny Wang's sorrow, Han Sheng was also moved by the scene, a sense of the fleeting nature of life washing over him.

Granny Wang walked into the villa, her heart filled with mixed emotions, the sights reminding her of people and things, leaving her melancholic.

The old patriarch approached, carrying two infants, whom Wu Daoming introduced one by one.

Granny Wang's gaze swept over Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl, nodding approvingly, and said, "Han Sheng, I never imagined that at such a young age you would be so well-versed in the principles of Central Plains medicine. Given time, you will surely become a renowned doctor."

Looking at the luxurious interior of the villa, Jing Taiji sighed inwardly, "This is the life a person should live."

Wu Daoming recounted the events of the past years to his master's wife, and Granny Wang sighed deeply.

"Master's wife, have you been living in the mainland all these years?" Wu Daoming asked with concern.

Granny Wang smiled slightly and said, "I live in a valley by Poyang Lake, where I am accompanied by the gentle breeze and bright moon. It is quite pleasant. Your master visited me in his younger days, but he still couldn't let go of the hustle and bustle of the city."

"Master's wife, my brother Hansheng is obsessed with medicine. I hope you can give him some guidance," Wu Daoming pleaded on Hansheng's behalf.

Granny Wang said frankly, “Hansheng lives in Nanshan Village, Wuyuan, in a family with a long tradition of traditional Chinese medicine. He is already a legitimate practitioner, progressing step by step, and has achieved great success. Wouldn't it be wonderful to live a peaceful life? The art of incantation healing, while from the same lineage as traditional Chinese medicine, is still considered a heterodox path and requires cultivation according to Taoist methods. Historically, many skilled in incantation healing have been fond of evil spirit arts, and one can easily fall into the wrong path, harming oneself and others, and ruining one's life.”

Hansheng didn't know much about incantation healing, so he asked, “Granny Wang, what exactly is the difference between incantation healing and traditional Chinese medicine?”

Granny Wang glanced at him and explained, “Incantation healing is actually the art of ‘transforming essence and qi.’ Medicine is similar to the path of immortality. The three treasures of incantation healing are essence, qi, and spirit. These are used to coordinate with the three knowledges of a person: the original spirit, the conscious spirit, and the primordial spirit. The original spirit uses essence, referring to the natural functions inherent in the human body. The conscious spirit uses qi, governed by thought and spirit.” "Heavenly cognition. The primordial spirit is the spirit used for its function. When a child is first born, the primordial spirit is not yet closed, and the conscious spirit is used very little, so they often exhibit special abilities. The Zhuyou school aims to restore the primordial spirit through cultivation, thereby achieving the purpose of treating certain diseases. Traditional Chinese medicine, on the other hand, uses herbs provided by nature to harmonize the Yin and Yang and the Five Elements in the human body. When Yin and Yang and the Five Elements are balanced, the disease will naturally disappear."

Han Sheng thought for a moment and said, "When I was a child, there was often a piece of yellow paper pasted on the big tree in the village, with words like 'Heaven is vast, Earth is mighty…' written on it. Was that the Zhuyou technique?"

Granny Wang said approvingly, "Yes, that's right. When a child cries incessantly at night, the old folks often write such phrases and paste them by the roadside. In fact, this is a kind of Zhuyou incantation. 'Heaven is vast, Earth is mighty, my family has a child who cries at night, passersby recite it once, and the child will sleep until dawn.' It is called the 'Night Crying Incantation.'"

"But it really works," Han Sheng said.

Granny Wang nodded and said, "When a child cries at night, it means their spirit is frightened. Therefore, the incantation 'Soothing the Fright' is used to calm the spirit. Remember it, and you will see the results later: 'Heaven is vast, earth is vast, a child's night crying is an ominous sign. My master comes today to subdue the child, and the child will be safe and sound by evening. Heaven is frightened, earth is frightened, year is frightened, month is frightened, day is frightened, hour is frightened, water is frightened, fire is frightened, the eaves of the front are frightened, the eaves of the back are frightened, six times six is thirty-six frights, my master comes to subdue the child according to the law, and the child will be bound by iron shackles and chains. All gods, please leave quickly, and the child will sleep peacefully forever. I obey the decree of the Supreme Lord Laozi.'"

Han Sheng muttered along, then nodded. She said, "I've got it. The incantation doesn't require medicine; it's a blessing for the poor."

Granny Wang smiled and said, "Hansheng, if you like, I'll teach you two more incantations."

Hansheng happily replied, "Please tell me quickly, Granny."

Granny Wang said, "I'll first tell you an incantation to dispel nightmares, called the 'Incantation to Ward Off Nightmares.' Listen carefully: 'Bright and bright, the sun rises in the east, dispel nightmares, remove misfortune, hasten as the law commands!' This incantation must be written with utmost sincerity at sunrise, facing east, sprinkled with clean water, holding the incantation and chanting seven times in a row, and the nightmare will be gone."

Hansheng memorized it and looked at Granny Wang.

Granny Wang smiled slightly and continued, "Let me tell you another 'labor-inducing incantation,' used when a woman is in labor and the baby is not going into labor. 'O God of Childbirth, Spirit of Health, let bones separate to form the fetus, let bones transform into shape. Bones open quickly, bones open quickly, do not harm the mother's life, do not damage the fetus, I respectfully beseech the Nine Immortal Lords, may the light of the sun and moon shine upon the child. I obey the command of the Supreme Lord Laozi.' Remember, this incantation must be recited silently three times with utmost sincerity, facing the sun during the day and facing the lamplight at night, while dressed neatly. Also, use a strip of yellow paper..." "Holding a new cinnabar brush, write the character '吽' in the middle of the paper, and the character '马' on top, writing them sequentially, making sure the circles are joined together, and do not write carelessly. After writing, give it to the pregnant woman's relatives, take a cup of warm water, burn the talisman over a candle, add it to the water, and have the pregnant woman drink it so that she will give birth immediately, and it can also protect the fetus and expel a stillborn fetus. Moreover, when writing the talisman, you can know whether the baby is a boy or a girl. The joining of the '马' character indicates whether it is a pair or a boy. If it is a pair, it will be a girl; if it is a pair, it will be a boy. Writing it carelessly is the most effective."

Han Sheng wrote it down one by one, finding it very interesting.

Jing Taiji saw that his master and Han Sheng were chatting happily, and he felt unhappy. He said to Wu Daoming that he wanted to tour the villa, and Wu Daoming happily led him up and down the stairs.

The kitchen was very large, but there was no water tank. Jing Taiji thought to himself that his master was present, and he could not administer the medicine for the time being. If his master found out, there would be trouble.

The sea breeze was so refreshing on the upstairs terrace; it was incredibly comfortable. "I, Jing Taiji, want a villa like this someday,

" he thought. "Senior brother, how much does this villa cost in RMB?" Jing Taiji asked.

Wu Daoming smiled faintly and said, "About tens of millions."

Jing Taiji felt a chill in his heart. Tens of millions! Thinking about how his monthly salary was only eighty-odd yuan, he could never afford such a place in ten lifetimes.

At dinner, Wang Ma brought out a table full of seafood, each plate incredibly fresh and delicious. Jing Taiji stuffed himself thoroughly.

After dinner, everyone sat on the sofa drinking tea and watching television. The news reported that the case of Jeff the gorilla and Giant the wolfhound in the Mid-Levels villa on Hong Kong Island had yet to see any new developments, and the Hong Kong government was facing criticism from all sectors of society. Governor Murray MacLehose stated that he would urge the Royal Hong Kong Police Force to solve the case as soon as possible… The doorbell rang, and Wu Daoming opened the door. Lu Taiguan walked in, followed by He Wuxing, a red-faced, thin man carrying a small leather suitcase. Several bodyguards remained in the yard.

“How lively! Are there guests?” Lu Taiguan said with a smile.

“It’s alright, no outsiders,” Wu Daoming said.

Lu Taiguan gestured for He Wuxing to open the suitcase. Inside were neatly stacked RMB banknotes, with an envelope on top of the bills.

"This is 200,000 RMB. Inside the envelope is a bank draft for 120 million HKD issued by the Bank of China in Hong Kong. Brother Hansheng, please check this. Take it back to the Bank of China in mainland China, and you can exchange it for about 40 million RMB," said Lu Taiguan.

Hansheng closed the suitcase and said, "Thank you."

Jing Taiji's eyes widened, his heart pounding. Good heavens, where did Hansheng get so much money? He must have cured some Hong Kong tycoon's illness again using the medical techniques from the *Qing Nang Jing*.

Jing Taiji made a firm decision: he would get the secret of the *Qing Nang Jing* from Hansheng no matter what.

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