The Corpse Clothes in the Green Bag [Complete] - Chapter 32 (End)

Chapter 408

"Looks like we can't steal a boat." Han Sheng gazed at the sea. He had thought there would definitely be fishermen on the shore, and he could find a way to rent or steal one. But now he couldn't see any boats, only the gentle sound of waves lapping the shore.

"Luo, Luo the Bow-Legged took a small boat across. How are you and Caihua going to get across..." Dudu muttered beside him.

Han Sheng had used his Hysteria Divine Skill to float across the Nu River, but this was the ocean, and the island was too far away. After much consideration, he shook his head.

"Dudu, where is that old eagle you mentioned? How big is it?" Han Sheng asked kindly.

"A huge one, extremely fierce and cruel..." Dudu said angrily.

"Dudu, I've heard that the blue-and-white macaws from South America are very brave. Is that true?" Han Sheng asked.

"Of course." Dudu proudly raised her head.

"Can you lure that old eagle out?" Han Sheng then asked.

"I...you mean I have to go again..." Dudu's face paled again.

Hansheng nodded and said in a consultative tone, "You don't need to fly into the palace. Just yell and shout in the air above the sea to lure it here. Just make sure you're at a safe distance so it doesn't catch you. Are you sure?" "

And then?" Dudu asked cautiously.

"You land next to Xiaocai, and I'll hide in the mangroves and suddenly pounce to catch it." Hansheng explained his plan.

"Okay, as long as I can catch this villain, Dudu is willing to risk it all." Dudu's voice wasn't loud, but it showed a hint of the extraordinary courage of a macaw.

"Let's move out." Hansheng patted the parrot's back and ordered.

Dudu raised its head, looked warily at the sky, then flapped its wings and soared into the night sky, bravely flying towards the palace on the sea.

The green-feathered parrot Dudu flew several nautical miles, circling above the outer sea of the palace, constantly yelling and cursing, its voice carrying far into the palace.

Under the moonlight, a large, crested serpent eagle, perched atop a spire, heard Dudu's provocative cry and flew into a rage. It leaped up, flapping its massive wings, and swooped down on Dudu.

Dudu turned and fled, descending rapidly towards the shore, crying out in panic, "Help!"

The shore drew ever closer. The enraged serpent eagle, incredibly strong, flapped its wings with tremendous force, creating a whooshing sound as it swooped down from the sky. Its sharp talons were about to strike Dudu's back when the macaw shrugged, skimming the sea surface, and narrowly escaped the fatal blow. It then fled ashore, hiding behind the naked Shen Caihua, trembling and panting.

The serpent eagle paid no heed to the tiny infant in the moonlight, extending its steel-hook-like talons to viciously pounce.

At this critical moment, Han Sheng shot out of the mangrove forest with lightning speed, reaching out a hand to grab the giant serpent eagle by the neck… Han Sheng had captured the enormous serpent eagle.

Dudu quietly circled closer, extending its hard, curved beak and frantically pecking at the serpent eagle's head, muttering angrily, "I'll bite you to death, I'll bite you to death…"

Han Sheng stopped the nearly insane Dudu, one hand around Shen Caihua, the other still gripping the serpent eagle's neck. He relaxed his mind, using his hysterical powers, and his body lightened, slowly floating upwards. The

giant serpent eagle, its neck restrained, could not resist and could only flap its wings and fly into the air, dragging the almost weightless Han Sheng beneath it. The infant weighed only about twenty pounds, less than a large python, so it was no problem at all.

In the bright moonlight of the night sky, the giant crested serpent eagle carried Han Sheng and Shen Caihua towards the island, with the parrot Dudu excitedly following behind.

Before long, they had flown above the palace. Han Sheng's body gradually became heavier, and the giant serpent eagle could no longer bear it, so it slowly descended, finally landing on a lawn.

Finally inside, Han Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and released his grip on the eagle's neck.

It was late at night, and the palace was utterly silent. Han Sheng looked around, wondering where Meng Lachaweng, Bing, and Mo Mo could be.

"Sizzle..." A sucking sound came from beneath his feet.

"Good, good..." It was Dudu's excited cheers.

Han Sheng looked down and saw, in the moonlight, the ghost infant Shen Caihua had already bitten through the giant crested serpent eagle's throat, its two small hands tightly gripping the eagle's neck, excitedly sucking blood. The eagle's body gradually went limp, its claws twitching weakly a few times before finally becoming still... Alas, this child still only loves to eat blood. He'll have to find a way to regulate it later, Han Sheng sighed inwardly.

Seeing the serpent eagle was dead, Dudu, in a final act of vengeance, kicked it a few times.

"Let's go," Hansheng said, picking up the ghost infant and heading towards the lighted area.

Dudu had completely shaken off the terrifying shadow of the serpent eagle and soared effortlessly through the night sky. Suddenly, it swooped down and landed on Hansheng's shoulder, whispering, "Look, bowlegs!"

On the quiet stone path, a white figure hurried along. In the moonlight, it was clear the person had a leg disability, walking with a limp.

Hansheng silently followed behind.

Passing through a dark, dense forest, they arrived at the center of the Thonburi Dynasty's maritime palace. There, a central flowerbed surrounded a large granite platform, with torches burning around it, illuminating the dozens of stone steps below.

Hansheng, hidden in the woods, carefully observed the platform with his tiny eyes. He saw the bowlegged figure climb the steps, reach the platform, and then kneel down.

Seven or eight white-clad figures sat cross-legged on the high platform, their faces expressionless and their expressions eerie. In the center sat a barefoot, turbaned old man with a dark complexion, his eyes gleaming, and a blood-stained flute in his mouth—it was none other than Menglachaweng Bing.

"The old fellow still won't speak?" Menglachaweng Bing asked.

"Yes, Grand Master, the old man still refuses to reveal his whereabouts," the bow-legged man replied tremblingly.

"Hmm, those two Chinese who took Sanni away—it must be the same 'Yin Xiangren' who attacked the palace at Inthanon Mountain and killed me and the baby girl. Tomorrow, I will personally go and capture them. Be prepared," Grand Master Menglachaweng Bing said angrily.

Just then, the Grand Master, who had been meditating, suddenly jolted awake, muttering in confusion, "Strange, how come a stranger has landed on the island?" As he spoke, he slowly opened his massive mouth, and from it crawled a giant blood flea, the size of a fist, with a crimson body… This giant flea was covered in many stiff red hairs, and beneath its translucent red skin, one could see its supple skeleton. It had 19 freely movable joints, a flattened bow shape, a wide abdomen with 10 segments, two short, thick antennae dangling from its small head, and a sharp, black mouthpart.

"Go, find the intruder," the Grand Master commanded, then put his blood flute in his mouth and blew it aloud, like a horn.

With a "whoosh," the giant blood flea leaped and vanished instantly.

Fleas leap with incredible speed, like bullets just fired from a gun. Even high-speed cameras can only capture a blurry silhouette as they leap. Other animals moving at such speeds would surely die from ruptured blood vessels, but fleas are unharmed. They lack blood vessels and their bodies are filled with a nutrient solution composed of amino acids, proteins, fats, and inorganic salts, which cushions their various organs. Their heart, in particular, resembles a string of prayer beads, extending from their head to their abdomen. The heartbeat is independent of its natural frequency; even after hundreds or thousands of beats, the heart rate remains constant.

This large blood flea leaped a few times and stood at the edge of the forest, its antennae waving rapidly as if signaling its presence. It had spotted Han Sheng and Shen Caihua behind the tree. Their round eyes, now degenerated like cataracts, stared intently at them, and slimy mucus dripped slowly from their sharp mouthparts.

The Grand Master stood up and addressed the dark forest in Thai, "Who's in the woods? Come out here!"

Han Sheng, his eyes barely open, spotted the giant, crimson flea and was curiously observing Meng Lachawong. Bing could actually cultivate such a strange insect; perhaps it was the parent of those little blood fleas.

Seeing no movement from the forest, the Grand Master called out in Chinese, "Who are you in the forest, sneaking around like this, afraid to show your true face?"

Han Sheng knew he could no longer hide, so he carried Shen Caihua out of the forest and stood in the moonlight.

"They're the ones who took Shanni from Myanmar!" the bow-legged man exclaimed immediately.

"Oh, so you're Chinese from afar. Please come up," the Grand Master chuckled.

Han Sheng thought to himself, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained." He steeled himself and calmly climbed the stone steps to the high platform.

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The Grand Master scrutinized Han Sheng for a while before slowly speaking in broken Chinese: "So it was you who killed my Yin Xiang in the Chiang Mai Palace at Inthanon Mountain?"

Han Sheng calmly replied: "That's right, I did it, Mong La Cha Wong Bing. There's an old Chinese saying, 'Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish.' You kidnapped the baby girl and tortured and killed Shan Ni; you will be punished by heaven."

The Grand Master snorted and said disdainfully: "It seems you have some skill. Tell me, what's your name?"

Han Sheng was taken aback and asked in confusion: "Mong La Cha Wong Bing, how can you be so forgetful? Didn't we meet once in the jungles of the Savage Mountain in Myanmar?"

"Oh..." The Grand Master's expression froze, then he chuckled arrogantly, "I've been frequently forgetful lately from practicing my skills, so I'll have to ask you to repeat yourself. Otherwise, I won't even know who I killed tonight."

"Very well, my name is Han Sheng, a country doctor from Wuyuan, Jiangxi. I've come today specifically to demand the return of the baby girl, Mo Mo, whom you've abducted. Please let her out to see me." Despite facing a formidable enemy, Han Sheng's tone and demeanor became surprisingly humble. He thought that as long as he could see Mo Mo, even if he was no match for Meng Lacha Weng, escaping with the two infants wouldn't be too difficult.

"So you're just a country doctor. What kind of martial arts from the Central Plains do you practice? If you want the baby girl back, you'll need some real skill… How about this, you spar with my two servants. If you win, I'll allow you to see them." The Grand Master sat barefoot and cross-legged on the stone platform, rubbing his toes together as if quite content. The large blood flea lay on his knee, still glaring fiercely at Han Sheng, though its eyes seemed to be suffering from cataracts.

Han Sheng glanced at it coldly and recognized Meng Lacha Weng as suffering from severe beriberi.

The Grand Master spoke in Thai to the seated men in white robes. One middle-aged man stood up; his white robes fluttered, and he appeared refined and cultured. Since he didn't understand Chinese, the Grand Master acted as his translator.

The man said, "Since you've come from afar, I'll first test your knowledge. I'll pose a riddle, and you solve it."

Han Sheng, upon hearing this, thought to himself, "Oh no!" Although he had attended junior high for a few years, it was during the later stages of the Cultural Revolution, and he hadn't learned anything useful. If only Uncle Shanren were here… Just as he was pondering this, the man in white robes posed the riddle.

"What is the most comfortable thing for a person in the world?" the man asked, shaking his

head. Han Sheng frowned. His father had once said that the ancients spoke of four great joys in life: rain after a long drought, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, the wedding night, and passing the imperial examination. But that didn't quite fit. The man in white robes asked about "the most comfortable thing," but what was the most comfortable thing… sleeping? Eating? Could it be referring to the wedding night...? The middle-aged man in white looked at Han Sheng smugly, then cast a fawning glance at the Grand Preceptor.

Han Sheng glanced at the Grand Master, then suddenly a brilliant idea struck him, and he blurted out, "The most comfortable thing for the human body is—rubbing your feet..."

The Grand Master nodded in satisfaction at the answer, then vigorously rubbed the affected area between the toes a couple more times, removing the festering skin to reveal pink, tender flesh. He then raised his finger to his nose and sniffed it, praising, "It's truly remarkable that you have such profound insights at such a young age. Can you explain why rubbing your feet is the most comfortable thing for the human body?"

Han Sheng knew he had guessed correctly, so he cleared his throat and continued to fabricate a story, saying, "The area between the toes is where the peripheral nerves of the human body converge, and the meridians connect to the kidneys. Moderate erosion combined with friction that gradually increases in intensity can excite the peripheral nerves and produce pleasure, which radiates upwards to the kidneys. According to those who have experienced it, rubbing your feet is far more comfortable than sexual intercourse, to the point that many people in the Central Plains who suffer from athlete's foot would rather not seek treatment than miss out on this pleasure."

"Brilliant! It seems the Central Plains culture is indeed profound and extensive... That was the written test; the next test, the martial arts test, can begin now," the Grand Master sighed and instructed.

A burly man suddenly stood up from the circle of seated people, removing his white linen robe to reveal bulging muscles on his upper body. His arms trembled, and his joints cracked—a vigorous, middle-aged man. He pointed sharply at Han Sheng and shouted, "Central Plains boy, dare you come and experience the invincible Muay Thai?"

Aside from his delusional martial arts skills, Han Sheng knew almost nothing about other martial arts, and he'd never heard of Muay Thai before. He thought to himself, "What does it matter what kind of martial art it is? With my eyes wide open, they're all like figures in slow motion. I can fight however I want; I definitely won't lose."

The Grand Master chuckled and said, "Hansheng, this is a top Muay Thai master who once utterly defeated Japanese Karate and South Korean Taekwondo. Do you need a weapon?"

Hansheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "Then I'll use this as my weapon..." He walked to a corner of the platform and picked up a small incense burner, half-filled with ash.

"An incense burner as a weapon?" The Grand Master looked at him, puzzled.

"Caihua, do you need to pee?" Hansheng squatted down and asked the ghost infant.

Shen Caihua chuckled and urinated into the incense burner.

Han Sheng picked up the incense burner, stuck his finger inside and stirred it, then raised his blackened index finger and said, "We can begin."

Muay Thai, also known as "Ben Nam," is a traditional Thai martial art, characterized by its ability to launch rapid attacks at extremely close range using elbows and knees. It is fierce and ruthless, employing a wide range of techniques including headbutts, biting, punches, kicks, stomps, tripping, elbow strikes, knee strikes, shoulder strikes, arm strikes, pushing, pulling, grabbing, pressing, and wrestling—any part of the body can be used. It is an extremely vicious style of boxing, considered the pinnacle of combat techniques.

Seeing Han Sheng using baby urine as a weapon, the Muay Thai fighter was instantly enraged. With a roar, he pounced like a tiger, shaking his head and baring his teeth, aiming for Han Sheng's head.

In Han Sheng's narrow eyes, the Muay Thai fighter's movements appeared incredibly slow. He simply stretched out his finger and began drawing on the man's face. After a few dazzling exchanges, Han Sheng shouted and stood a few feet away.

Looking at the ferocious Muay Thai fighter again, his eyes were painted with black circles, a mustache was drawn below his nose, and even a goatee, typical of people from the Central Plains, graced his smooth chin… The Muay Thai fighter was deflated. His all-out attack hadn't even touched his opponent's clothes; instead, he'd been covered in paint. It was clear that the difference in their martial arts skills was like heaven and earth.

At this moment, an old man in white stood up from the crowd. He was extremely thin, his face as white as paper, his temples bulging, and his eyes cold and sinister. Han Sheng had heard Liu Jinmo say that people with such features were definitely masters of internal martial arts and should not be underestimated.

"Let this old man meet this master from the Central Plains," the old man said, surprisingly speaking fluent Chinese, though his soft, weak voice was quite unpleasant to the ear.

"Good, with Master Xu of the Taiji Sect making a move, victory is assured." The Grand Master praised with satisfaction. Master

Xu, dressed in white, slightly bent over, slowly raising his hands, chanting, "From Wuji comes Taiji, Taiji gives rise to Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang divide into Three Powers, Three Powers manifest Four Symbols, Four Symbols evolve into Eight Trigrams..." Then he opened and closed his hands, waiting for Han Sheng to make his move.

Why was he so still? In Han Sheng's eyes, Master Xu's image was static. This made Han Sheng feel embarrassed. Master Xu was older than his own father, and it was inappropriate to smear his face like a Muay Thai master.

"Daddy Han Sheng, hug me..." At this moment, the ghost baby walked to Han Sheng's feet, tilted its little head up, and stretched out its hands.

Han Sheng bent down and scooped up Shen Caihua, only then noticing the baby's strange hand position and the silent incantation it was chanting… Han Sheng looked up and was astonished to see Master Xu's unusually solemn expression. He was using the Tai Chi "Jade Maiden Shuttle" technique, his hands crossed, and he was plucking out individual strands of his black beard… The master's fingers flew like lightning, using the opponent's force against them, as agile as a tea-picking girl from his hometown in northern Jiangxi. His black beard flew everywhere, and blood stained his chin.

Everyone was astonished, exchanging bewildered glances, speechless.

The ghost baby's eyes crinkled, filled with malicious glee, and its little mouth increased the frequency of its chanting.

Master Xu slowly raised his foot, performing a "White Crane Spreads Wings" move, while his other hand reached into his crotch and began pulling out pubic hair… "Hehehe…" Shen Caihua laughed wildly.

As soon as the incantation of the second move of the Zhuyou Divine Skill, "Transplanting Flowers and Grafting Trees," ceased, Master Xu's mind cleared. He slowly lowered his leg, his face filled with shame, and retreated with his head bowed.

The Grand Master, with his piercing eyes, had already seen everything clearly. He chuckled coldly and said, "So this baby boy is actually a little wizard..." He reached out and touched the large blood flea lying on his knee, saying, "Go, play with that child." With that, he picked up a blood flute from his mouth and emitted a "whooshing" horn sound. With

a "whoosh," the large blood flea leaped into the air, its sharp mandibles gleaming as it aimed straight for Shen Caihua's buttocks.

Han Sheng, with his fly-like eyes, caught a glimpse of this and knew something was wrong. He quickly tilted the incense burner to meet the large blood flea, slammed it to the ground, and then stepped on it, firmly pinning it under his foot.

The blood flea jumped around inside the incense burner, but it couldn't get out.

The Grand Preceptor's expression changed drastically upon seeing this. He opened his mouth, and a much larger, flesh-red, super-sized blood flea slowly crawled out, twice the size of the previous one! The blood flute melody resumed. This super-sized blood flea, with its two milky-white, cataract-like eyes like copper bells, hissed and roared. It sprang up with lightning speed, a longer proboscis extending from its mouth, aiming for Shen Caihua's tender little bottom... Seeing the situation was dire, Han Sheng hurriedly grabbed Shen Caihua and retreated more than ten feet.

The super-sized blood flea's belly was round and bulging, as if it were pregnant. It angrily kicked over the incense burner on the ground, revealing the large blood flea that had been trapped underneath. Its body was covered in a black, runny paste of incense ash mixed with child's urine, looking utterly disheveled.

"Hiss..." The super-sized blood flea gave the signal to attack, and two blood fleas simultaneously pounced on Han Sheng.

At this moment, Han Sheng, holding the baby, could only dodge left and right, facing imminent danger. Suddenly, Han Sheng had a sudden thought. He steeled himself and stretched out his arm to block the sharp mandibles of the two large blood fleas… With two “plop” sounds, both mandibles pierced Han Sheng’s arm muscles, causing excruciating pain like being cut by knives.

As the mandibles pierced him, the large blood fleas released their blood-curdling toxins and began sucking his blood; Han Sheng could even feel the liquid flowing as the blood was drawn out.

The Grand Master and the other white-robed men breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing composed smiles, but those smiles quickly froze.

Two large blood fleas slumped limply from Han Sheng's arm and crashed to the ground, writhing in pain. Their red, translucent membranes gradually faded and gently burst open, releasing bodily fluids until they became two grayish-white flea skins…

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The Grand Master let out a loud "Aow!" and leaped to Han Sheng's side. He bent down and carefully picked up the two large blood flea skins, cradling them in his palm, his eyes brimming with tears.

Han Sheng stared at him in surprise, utterly bewildered.

The Grand Master murmured painfully, "It's over, everything is over… They were the father and mother of the blood fleas. You destroyed my hope. The mother was already pregnant; she would lay eggs in a few days, and yet you killed them…"

The white-robed men stood up, their faces filled with rage, and gradually surrounded Han Sheng and Shen Caihua.

"Danger! Run!" Dudu, who had been hovering above the high platform, shouted anxiously.

Han Sheng's clear gaze coldly swept over the white-clad figures, his fly-like eyes secretly opening to guard against any potential danger. He calmly addressed the Grand Master, "Meng Lacha Weng. Bing, you've raised those harmful creatures, the Blood Fleas. Today, they've committed countless evils and deserve to die. I've already won the martial arts and literature competition. Are you going to back out?"

The Grand Master looked bewildered, pondered for a moment, and then ordered Luo Quantui, "Take them to see that old bastard."

"What old bastard? I want to see the kidnapped baby girl, Mo Mo," Han Sheng reminded him.

"I know," the Grand Master waved his hand impatiently.

Luo Quantui gestured for Han Sheng to follow him down the stone steps, through the dark woods, onto a narrow bluestone path, past a flower wall, and finally to a small courtyard hidden in the bushes.

This was a house built of stone, seemingly very sturdy. A large brass lock secured the mottled door, and a faint light shone through the cracks.

Bow-legged man took a long-handled brass key from his robes, inserted it into the padlock, and with a click, opened the lock. He then pulled open the thick door and went inside.

Han Sheng's heart pounded. After countless hardships and the sacrifice of many lives, he was finally about to see his ancestor's daughter, Mo Mo… He hugged the ghost infant tightly and whispered, "Caihua, can you smell Mo Mo's scent?"

The ghost infant's nose twitched, but it gently shook its head.

"Old man, someone wants to see you," Bow-legged man shouted, pulling open a white linen curtain.

It was a windowless stone chamber. Candlesticks hung on the stone walls, burning thick white candles with flickering flames. On the ground sat a large yellow glass vat, filled with a brownish-red solution. Inside sat an old man, his face ashen, both arms severed at the shoulder, and presumably both legs gone, just like Shanni's.

The old man slowly raised his eyes, took a moment to recognize the newcomer, and then opened his mouth, weakly uttering, "Hansheng, you've finally come..."

Han Sheng was taken aback. This old man was none other than Mong La Cha Wong. Bing…you…you’re Mong La Cha Wong. Bing? Han Sheng was a little confused.

“I am Mong La Cha Wong. Bing, we met in the jungles of Myanmar,” the old man’s gaze fell on Shen Caihua, his eyes filled with tenderness, and he said softly, “Child, do you remember your father, Bing?”

Only now did Han Sheng confirm that this person was the real Mong La Cha Wong. Bing, “Then, who is that person outside who looks exactly like you?” he asked.

“He is the Grand Preceptor, it’s a long story,” Mong La Cha Wong. Bing took a breath and then continued, “The Grand Preceptor’s name is Mong La Cha Wong. Khun Pa is my cousin. His true identity is the Grand Preceptor of the Thai Royal Palace. Ten years ago, he was diagnosed with stomach cancer. On his deathbed, I sneaked into the Bangkok hospital and poisoned him.”

“He’s dead?” "Han Sheng asked in surprise.

"Yes, on the night he died, I dug up Khunpa's tomb, transported his body to this sea palace, and then used the secret techniques passed down from Elder Fang of the Ayutthaya Dynasty to create a ghost-faced person. Because his appearance is extremely similar to mine, he was left in the palace as my substitute and servant..." Mong La Chaong Bing said.

"Wait, then there is also a ghost-faced person with the same appearance as you in the palace on Inthanon Mountain in Chiang Mai. How many substitutes do you have?" Han Sheng interrupted him, asking suspiciously.

"Khunpa is my ghost-faced person, and the one in the Chiang Mai palace is Khunpa's ghost-faced person," Mong La Chaong Bing smiled bitterly and explained, "The so-called ghost-faced person is a mysterious form of black magic from Siam more than two hundred years ago, which was lost after the Thonburi Dynasty. Elder Fang was the only person who knew this secret technique at that time." In my youth, to escape my tribe's pursuit, I hid in the primeval rainforests of Southeast Asia. There, I stumbled upon Elder Fang's tomb and discovered the methods for creating "yin-like figures" and blood curses. Creating a yin-like figure involves finding someone with a similar build and appearance, poisoning them with a special herb, then applying a specially refined corpse oil for seven days. Following procedures like soul possession and resurrection, the person is awakened and resurrected. Initially, the yin-like figure is extremely light, but gains one-tenth of their original weight each year, returning to their pre-death state after ten years. Kunba has always been loyal to me, so I also told him the method for creating yin-like figures, but I kept the secret technique of "blood curses" to myself. "

Han Sheng seemed to slowly understand.

Mong La Cha Wong Bing continued, "Last year, I blindly believed the chief's words and went to the Burmese rainforest to ambush you and avenge my apprentice, Kun Weichai. Unexpectedly, I returned severely injured, but fortunately, I brought back a gifted baby girl, a rare talent in Siam. So I made up my mind to train her to become the greatest sorcerer in Siam's history."

"Mo Mo..." Han Sheng sighed.

"While I was recovering from my injuries, I asked Kun Ba to find a baby girl who looked similar to me to create a 'yin image person' as a substitute to practice sorcery. The real body stayed by my side so that she could learn culture from a young age. Unexpectedly, something happened in the palace. Kun Ba took advantage of my injuries and forcibly absorbed the blood flea couple that I had cultivated for many years, and imprisoned me. All the servants in the palace at sea rebelled..." Mong La Cha Wong Bing said angrily.

"To create Mo Mo's 'yin image person,' you actually killed an innocent baby girl?" "Han Sheng said in astonishment.

"To cultivate the greatest sorcerer since the Thonburi Dynasty, a price must be paid." Mong La Cha Wong Bing said excitedly, his eyes seemingly shooting out a glint of light.

"Then, what about Mo Mo?" Han Sheng said coldly.

A smile appeared on Mong La Cha Wong Bing's face, and he said smugly, "The baby girl is my only successor. Since Elder Fang, she will be the only one in Southeast Asia and even the entire South Seas sorcery world who knows the secret art of blood sorcery. Kun Ba racked his brains, even cutting off my hands and feet, trying to find the baby girl's whereabouts. Hmph, it's simply wishful thinking! I have already sent her off the island."

"You said Mo Mo has learned blood sorcery, but she is still a baby less than a year old. How could she possibly know it?" Han Sheng asked in surprise.

Mong La Cha Wong Bing smiled slyly and said, "The infusion technique, this is also an extremely profound ancient Siamese secret art. When the baby girl grows up, it will naturally appear in her brain." "Han Sheng, you should thank me. Your child will surely become the greatest Siamese sorcerer in hundreds of years since Master Fang."

"Where is she!" Han Sheng shouted angrily.

"She is among the common people, among the millions of ordinary people in the Indochina Peninsula... No one can find her, no one, not even my father Bing!" Meng Lachawong Bing laughed maniacally. "

Damn it! You stubborn old bastard..." With the angry curses, the Grand Master and the men in white entered through the door.

Han Sheng's heart sank. If what Meng Lachawong Bing said was true, Mo Mo had already been hidden among the people of Southeast Asia. Finding her again would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

"Old bastard, you stubbornly refuse to tell me. I originally thought you might tell this man from the Central Plains, but I didn't expect you to keep your mouth shut." Grand Master Meng Lachawong Kunba said angrily.

"Hmph, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but even I don't know where the baby girl is." "Only in this way can her life be preserved. Years later, she will naturally come to settle accounts with you and avenge Bing's father..." Menglachawong Bing, looking at Kunba's dejected expression, said mockingly, "Kunba, you will never obtain the most mysterious blood curse of ancient Siam. Don't think that just because you've taken the Blood Flea Couple, their lifespan is limited. Once they die, you'll lose both your wealth and your life. Just wait for my daughter to come back and deal with you. At that time, you will die a thousand times more painfully than I did!"

"The Blood Flea Couple has already been killed by me," Hansheng told him.

Menglachawong Bing, sitting in the large vat, was stunned upon hearing this, looking at Hansheng with suspicion... "He's right." "The Grand Master waved his hand, and the two large flea skins floated into the water tank.

Tears slowly streamed from Mong La Cha Wong Bing's eyes. "My baby... Waaah..." He looked at the bloody flea skins floating on the water tank and sobbed sadly.

"Han Sheng's father, I want Mo Mo..." Shen Caihua said with tears in his eyes and infinite grievance.

Han Sheng said to Mong La Cha Wong Bing with hatred: "How could you be so heartless as to separate these two children? You are worse than an animal!"

Mong La Cha Wong Bing slowly raised his head and said fiercely: "You will never see her again in this life."

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A small hotel in Bangkok's Chinatown.

"Yan Cheng boy, Han Sheng and the baby sneaked into the Sea Palace at night, but that Grand Master Mong La Cha Wong Bing is ruthless and cruel. I'm afraid this trip is almost certain to be fatal... You should go, take the submachine gun, maybe you can help them." Shan Ni said softly, lying on the bed with tears in her eyes.

"But you... I'm worried." "The young man from Yancheng said with difficulty.

"Life is short, and it's hard to find a true friend. Although we've only known each other for a short time, I can see that this Hansheng from China is the best doctor in the world. Young man, you must help him. Don't worry about me and my brother. Shanni will be waiting for you to come back." Tears slowly dripped from Shanni's eyes.

The young man from Yancheng hesitated slightly, but seeing the determination in Shanni's eyes, he steeled himself, picked up his canvas travel bag, walked to the table, picked up the telephone, and called Master Chongdi.

"Master, Hansheng has taken the child and gone to the Sea Palace alone." The young man from Yancheng said hurriedly.

"Ah... how can that be? This trip is too dangerous. I'll go there immediately!" Master Chongdi was surprised at first, and then quickly said.

"Okay, we'll meet at the seaside." "Yancheng Boy hung up the phone.

Shanni nodded approvingly.

Yancheng Boy walked to the bedside, leaned down and kissed Shanni's forehead, saying, "As long as I have a breath left, I will definitely come back." After saying that, he straightened his chest, turned around and left without looking back.

“Sister…” Nai Suo whispered, tears welling in his eyes.

Sani gazed tenderly at her brother and said slowly, “Nai Suo, I admire men who are clear about right and wrong and who are brave…”

The moonlight was hazy. The young man from Yancheng, carrying the travel bag of Uchi's submachine gun, stood on the bank of the Chao Phraya River estuary. The Gulf of Siam was shrouded in mist, obscuring the small island with its palace from the Thonburi Dynasty, and there were no ships in sight.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from afar. Turning around, he saw a magnificent Bengal tiger approaching in the moonlight—Chong Di. The Tiger Master, riding on its back, was waving at him.

“Boy, we had arranged to go to the island with some highly skilled sorcerers from the mountains, but they won’t arrive in Bangkok until tomorrow. It’s too late. It’ll just be the two of us going to the island to fight Mong La Chaong. Bing,” the master said with a desolate and tragic air.

“But we can’t see any ships,” the young man from Yancheng said anxiously, gazing at the sea.

Chong Di. Master Tiger patted his mount, "Tiger Friend," and chuckled, "Get on, it can carry both of us."

The young man from Yancheng took out a Uzi submachine gun from his travel bag, slung it over his shoulder, then stuffed the remaining magazines into his pocket, sat on the tiger's back, and gripped Master Tiger tightly.

"Tiger Friend, into the sea." Master Tiger patted the tiger's head, and the Bengal tiger leaped into the Gulf of Thailand, then swam vigorously towards the island shrouded in mist.

"It seems all my efforts have been in vain..." Grand Master Kunba was furious, stepped forward, and kicked.

With a crash, the large vat shattered, spilling brownish-red liquid all over the ground. Menglachaweng. Bing, naked and without hands or feet, writhed painfully on the stone ground.

Hansheng took two steps forward and reached out to touch the porcelain bottle in his arms.

"No, no, Granny's 'Hanqing' is almost gone! This is a great villain! Saving a villain means you can't save a good person..." Dudu, perched on Han Sheng's shoulder, vehemently objected in a shrill voice.

Yes, Hanqing was indeed incredibly precious. This Menglachaweng Bing was a great villain. Although healers should be compassionate, saving a villain meant good people wouldn't be able to receive treatment in the future... Han Sheng slowly withdrew his hand.

"Hahaha... Kunba, now you've even lost the Great Blood Flea Couple. You'll never be able to glimpse the secrets of the most powerful black magic in Southeast Asia..." Menglachaweng Bing laughed wildly, his withered body trembling on the ground.

"Hmph, old man, you're a freak of the Menglachaweng family. You should have been killed by the clan when you were nine, but you escaped. Today, I will execute you, this hermaphrodite, according to the Menglachaweng family's rules." The Grand Master stared intently at Menglachaweng. Bing sneered.

Han Sheng looked down and saw Meng Lachaweng indeed. Bing had both male and female sex organs; he was truly a rare intersex person.

"I... I already have descendants, I have no regrets in this life," Meng Lachaweng said. White foam appeared at Bing's mouth, and his voice gradually weakened, "I hope..."

"I hope what?" the Grand Master pressed.

"I curse that the last remaining member of the Meng Lachaweng family, you, Kunba, will be extinct in my daughter's hands..." Meng Lachaweng. Bing finally let out a long sigh, his eyes rolled back, and he died.

Han Sheng also sighed and shook his head. So many grudges and affections in the world vanished with the passing of a body.

"Sigh... Caihua, let's go." Han Sheng suddenly felt listless, the affairs of the martial world were tasteless, so he said softly.

"Want to leave? Since you're destined to be with this old man, I'll grant your wish and let you die together, so you'll have company on the road to the Yellow Springs." The Grand Master sneered in a shrill voice, then waved his hand.

The white-robed men immediately surrounded him, each pulling out strange magical artifacts from their robes: coffin nails, white tiger claws, soul-binding objects (mature placental corpses), and talisman tubes (consecrated metal tubes). They chanted incantations and attacked Han Sheng, while the Grand Master quietly retreated outside the stone house, forcefully closing and locking the heavy wooden door.

"Run!" Dudu cried out shrilly, flapping its wings and rushing towards the outside of the stone house, but it crashed headfirst into the wooden door, seeing stars and falling to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Han Sheng's eyes snapped open. Holding Shen Caihua, he darted through the white-robed men, but it was too late; the door had already closed. At that moment, a whooshing sound came from behind. He turned around quickly and saw several coffin nails covered in green rust shooting towards him, accompanied by the stench of rotting corpses… “I want Momo…” Shen Caihua murmured softly. Han Sheng was too

preoccupied to pay attention, and he didn’t know if there was anything strange about those green rust coffin nails, so he dared not grab them rashly and could only try his best to dodge.

A man in white suddenly raised the small, grayish-white mummified corpse in his hand. The small mummified corpse still had a long umbilical cord attached to its navel, which he guided towards Han Sheng. Although the small mummified corpse was only a few inches long and had an unusually large head, it was extremely agile. Just as it was about to fly close to Han Sheng, the large eyes on its big head suddenly opened, and the sparse, yellowish-brown hair on the upper lip of its withered, protruding mouth parted slightly and kissed Han Sheng’s face, its breath foul.

Han Sheng dodged away in disgust, but the little creature relentlessly pursued him, showering him with kisses, making the air in the stone house increasingly suffocating.

"This little guy really stinks..." Dudu said, sitting on the stone ground by the entrance, covering its mouth and nose with its wings, its head just regaining its senses after being knocked unconscious.

Suddenly, a white-clad figure attacked from behind, wielding a white tiger claw in each hand. The front claws had five toes, the hind claws four, both incredibly sharp, exuding a wild, forest-like aura. Han Sheng had to simultaneously dodge the coffin nails, avoid the little mummy's frenzied kisses, and defend himself against the white tiger claw attacks. The cramped space inside the stone house further hampered his already incredible speed, severely limiting his abilities. Before long, he was struggling to keep up, sweating profusely.

At that moment, he barely managed to dodge several coffin nails and a white tiger claw from behind. With a quick sidestep, the little mummy's kiss missed, but coincidentally landed on Shen Caihua's cheek as he grieved… The ghost infant was enraged, opening its mouth and snapping its head off with a "crack," spitting it out. The little

mummy's head rolled onto the cold, hard stone ground, emitting a few mournful cries before dying. The white-clad man screamed, spitting out blood, and collapsed limply.

Shen Caihua, still furious, leaped from Han Sheng's arms with a "whoosh," swiftly pouncing on the sorcerer wielding the white tiger claw. He bit the man's neck, his sharp teeth piercing his carotid artery, relentlessly sucking blood.

Two coffin nails flew towards the chubby little bottom of the ghost infant. Han Sheng swayed, managing to grab the green-rusted nails just in time. They felt icy cold to the touch, followed by a subtle, numbing sensation that traveled up the Shaoyang Sanjiao meridian in his hand.

"Corpse poison!" Han Sheng realized, and immediately a powerful, chilling aura surged from his body, forcing the cold poison out along his arm. Unbeknownst to Han Sheng, this was the power of Bai Tuoxu's detoxification technique.

Han Sheng flashed forward, instantly pressing the two coffin nails into the chest of the person who had fired them, aiming straight for the heart. The man trembled violently, his face turning deathly pale, his eyebrows and beard frosting over. Suddenly, he leaped up like a madman, crashing headfirst into a stone wall, his brains splattering out.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..." The last white-clad figure blew a strange, eerie talisman.

A talisman is a magical artifact created by sorcerers who use a magic knife to carve incantations and chant scriptures (one incantation per word) onto aluminum or zinc sheet. After completion, the incantation is rolled into a tube and compressed, and then consecrated after a long period of blessing. When this object is blown, it sounds as if ten thousand people are chanting incantations in unison, truly captivating and capable of making people lose their minds and become dazed and willingly controlled.

A strange howling sound echoed inside the stone house. Han Sheng felt a wave of nausea and irritation, followed by a surge of acid in his stomach. He vomited violently, bringing up several yellow ant eggs, a few ladybugs, and a clump of cricket paste.

The ghost infant Shen Caihua also shuddered, his teeth chattering. He threw down the white-robed man's neck, looked at the white-robed Fu Tong Master, and began chanting the "grafting" incantation...

Chapter 412

Outside the stone house, Grand Master Meng Lachawong. Kunba directed the bowlegged man, the Muay Thai master, and the white-robed Xu Daoist to bring many bundles of firewood and pile them at the entrance of the stone house. They doused them with oil and lit them. In a short while, the raging fire engulfed the two large wooden doors, and choking smoke seeped into the stone house.

"Grand Master, isn't burning them to death too easy? They should also have their hands and feet cut off and thrown into a vat," the bowlegged man said with a fawning smile.

"No," the Grand Master shook his head and slowly said, "That Central Plains doctor and the little devil wizard acted very strangely, even killing the Great Blood Flea with minimal effort. We cannot be careless. Sacrificing a few sorcerers to die with us is a last resort."

"Yes, yes, the Grand Master is very thoughtful," the bow-legged man quickly replied.

Inside the stone house, Shen Caihua was chanting incantations, locked in a stalemate with the white-robed sorcerer's "woo-la-la" talismanic chants... Han Sheng smelled a burning odor, saw thick smoke drifting in through the crack in the door, heard the crackling of flames outside, and felt the intense heat radiating through him. He thought anxiously, "This is bad! This Grand Master is disregarding the lives of the sorcerers inside the stone house and wants them to perish with him."

"It's almost 100 degrees..." Dudu came running over in a panic, her green feathers blackened by the smoke. She shouted at Hansheng, "Everyone, think of something quickly..."

Hansheng looked over and saw the ghost infant's incantation magic locked in a stalemate with the white-robed Futong sorcerer's demonic chants. Shen Caihua's expression was unusually serious, beads of sweat glistening on his nose. He crossed his arms and chanted strange musical notes incessantly... The situation was extremely urgent. If he intervened now, would it be considered taking advantage of someone in distress?

What would Liu Jinmo do if he were present? Hansheng knew he would definitely act decisively!

Without hesitation, Han Sheng picked up a five-toed white tiger's front paw from the ground (felines typically have five toes on their front paws and four on their hind paws) and pressed it against the chest of the white-robed sorcerer... "Whoosh...whoosh..." The sorcerer's demonic chanting abruptly stopped. The sharp claws of the white tiger had pierced into the man's chest cavity. The sorcerer slowly released his grip, blood spurting from his chest. The metal sorcerer's talisman clattered to the ground, and he collapsed.

Han Sheng looked down and saw that the five toes of the white tiger's front paw had ripped the man's heart out, leaving it bloodied... The ghost infant Shen Caihua breathed a sigh of relief and stopped chanting, but then coughed repeatedly from the thick smoke.

"We're all going to be burned to death..." Dudu said regretfully.

Thick smoke filled Han Sheng's nostrils. He activated his willpower, using the "Old Ox Holding Breath" technique to hold his breath, but Caihua and Dudu couldn't... Han Sheng panicked, staring at the raging flames on the stone house's wooden door, preparing to ram it with his own body at high speed.

He didn't know if his flesh and blood would be smashed to pieces at fly-eye speed, but Caihua and Dudu had no time to hold on any longer; it seemed they had no choice but to fight to the death... Just then, the crisp, bead-like bursts of fire from an Israeli Uzi submachine gun came from outside the stone house.

"Awooo..." A long howl rang out, and the stone door suddenly shattered, flames scattering everywhere, and a majestic Bengal tiger crashed in.

"Big Cat..." Shen Caihua exclaimed in surprise, rushing forward to hug the tiger's head tightly. The "tiger friend" licked the baby's cheek affectionately with its long tongue.

"Hmph, what's so great about it? Even if this door doesn't break open, it'll burn to pieces anyway..." Dudu muttered sourly.

"Han Sheng, are you alright?" Chong Di's voice came from outside the stone house. Master Tiger's urgent questioning voice rang out.

The gunfire ceased, and in the flickering firelight at the doorway, the figure of Yancheng Boy, gun in hand, appeared.

Han Sheng carried Shen Caihua out of the stone house, and Dudu flapped its wings and quickly ascended into the air, feeling that it was much safer up there.

"Thank goodness, we made it in time," Yancheng Boy said with relief upon seeing Han Sheng unharmed.

"Where's Shanni?" Han Sheng asked.

"Still at the inn. Shanni insisted I come," Yancheng Boy replied.

Lying on the ground were the bodies of the bowlegged man, the Muay Thai master, and Master Xu, their white linen clothes riddled with bullet holes.

"Han Sheng, have you seen Meng Lachawong Bing?" Chong Di asked. Master Tiger asked hurriedly.

"He's dead," Han Sheng replied.

"Mong La Cha Wong. Bing, that great demon, is dead..." The master paused, shocked, and asked urgently, "You mean he's been eliminated?"

"Yes, his body is inside the stone house. What about the Grand Master? Did you see that turbaned, barefoot Grand Master just now?" Han Sheng asked hastily.

"No, we only saw these three people standing outside the stone house, excitedly talking about burning Chinese sorcerers, etc. The master and I guessed you were trapped inside this stone house, and seeing the critical situation, we didn't hesitate to shoot," Yan Cheng boy replied.

Han Sheng turned to Chong Di. Master Hu said, "Master, ten years ago, didn't a Grand Master named Mong La Cha Wong. Khun Pa die in the Grand Palace of Thailand?"

Chong Di. Master Hu nodded and said, "That's right, there was such a Grand Master who died ten years ago, supposedly from cancer. I remember I attended his funeral."

"He was poisoned by Mong La Cha Wong. Bing and then turned into a Yin-type human..." Han Sheng described Mong La Cha Wong in detail. The story of the feud between Bing and his cousin, the Grand Master Khunpa, was omitted. Bing had already taught Mo Mo the blood curse using the "Infusion Technique."

"Oh, I see... So, Mong La Cha Wong, Bing has been killed by the Grand Master Khunpa. You've eliminated the father and the pregnant mother of the Great Blood Flea, so Thailand no longer needs to worry about blood curses," the master said happily.

"Mong La Cha Wong, although Bing never taught his cousin the secret techniques of blood curses until his death, Khunpa is extremely cruel and wicked. We still need to get rid of him," Han Sheng said to the master. "

Something's wrong!" Du Du suddenly descended from the sky, shouting urgently, "The Grand Master has run away... sitting on a motorboat, I saw him!"

"Go check!" Chong Di said. Master Hu said, and everyone rushed to the beach. The motorboat had already disappeared into the hazy mist on the sea, but the faint sound of the motor could be heard fading away.

"Alas, too late," Han Sheng said.

"It's alright. With the threat of the blood fleas eliminated, the Grand Master is now a pariah. I'll go to the Bangkok police station at dawn and ask the government to issue a

nationwide warrant for this villain's arrest. He won't escape," the master reassured Han Sheng. "Alas, the baby girl is still missing. I wonder if the master could find a way to ask the Thai police to help find Mo Mo throughout the country?" Han Sheng's only hope rested on the police.

"Han Sheng, please rest assured, you helped Thailand eliminate the blood fleas, and Thailand will definitely help you find Mo Mo," Chong Di solemnly assured Master Hu.

Master Hu and the young man from Yancheng found a speedboat in the palace's secret underwater passage. The young man drove, carrying Han Sheng, Caihua, Dudu, and the master, along with their "Tiger Friend," away from the floating palace, heading towards the mouth of the Chao Phraya River. An hour later, they returned to Yaowarat Road, where the boat moored on the riverbank in Chinatown.

Somdej. Master Tiger hurriedly rode his Bengal tiger home first. He still had much cleanup work to do; after all, some people had died in the Sea Palace in the Gulf of Siam. Before leaving, he warned the boy from Yancheng to leave Bangkok before dawn, otherwise he would get into unnecessary trouble.

"Boy! You're back..." When Shanni saw that the boy from Yancheng, Hansheng, and the baby had all returned to the hotel safely, tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her face.

"Shanni, I killed a few bad guys. Would you and Naisuo be willing to come back to the Golden Triangle with me?" The boy from Yancheng looked at Shanni eagerly and asked.

"My brother and I are of course willing," Shanni murmured excitedly.

"That's a bit touching," Dudu said, standing on the windowsill, tilting his head and looking at them.

"Brother Hansheng, thank you for saving Shanni. I have to leave with them before dawn. It would be so nice if you could come and visit us in the Golden Triangle," the boy from Yancheng said reluctantly, his eyes moist.

Han Sheng smiled slightly, shook his head, and said, "After dawn, we still need to go to the police station. Kid, remember to give Shanni her medicine on time. I believe she will be reborn."

At dawn, the boy from Yancheng carried Shanni on his back and led Nai Suo away from Bangkok.

Not long after dawn, Master Somdej Tiger arrived at the Chinatown Hotel and led Han Sheng and Shen Caihua to the National Police Headquarters in Bangkok. Because the master was a highly respected monk in all of Thailand, he was quickly summoned by the Chief of Police, Police General Chao Phraya Khun Sawan.

Master Somdej Tiger recounted in detail to Chief of Police General Khun Sawan what happened last night in the Sea Palace in the Gulf of Siam, and told him that the young doctor from China, Zhu Hansheng, had killed the Great Blood Flea and completely eliminated the threat of Mong La Cha Wong Bing. Now, the former Grand Master Mong La Cha Wong Khun Pa, who had faked his death and concealed his identity, was on the run. He requested that a nationwide manhunt be issued.

After listening to Master Somdej Tiger's account, Phraya... Chief Khun Sawan was shocked and immediately ordered the Bangkok Police Department to investigate the Floating Palace.

The master also requested police assistance in searching for a kidnapped Chinese baby girl named Zumo, to which Chief Khun Sawan readily agreed.

A Bangkok Police Department helicopter flew over the Floating Palace in the Gulf of Thailand, where officers discovered several bodies inside and outside the stone house and quickly reported to headquarters.

“Chong Di, Master Tiger, the Bangkok police have confirmed the incident at the Floating Palace and found the bodies of some sorcerers, three of whom were riddled with bullet holes. Do you know who did it?” Chief Khun Sawan asked, staring at the master and Han Sheng.

“Yes, it was people from the Golden Triangle. They’ve already gone back,” Chong Di replied calmly.

“I understand. Since they’ve left Bangkok, it’s not appropriate for us to pursue the matter further. Let’s just consider it a shootout on an island,” Phya said. General Khun Sawan chuckled knowingly. He knew that the Golden Triangle was a lawless place where even the Thai army was powerless; why make a big fuss? That would be a disgrace to the current government.

"Mr. Zhu, do you have a photo of the missing baby girl?" Chief Khun Sawan asked.

"No," Han Sheng replied.

"Then please describe the baby girl's physical characteristics so that the police headquarters' technicians can draw a composite sketch of her and send it to police stations throughout Thailand, okay?" Chief Khun Sawan suggested.

Han Sheng nodded and expressed his gratitude.

That same day, the composite sketch of the missing Chinese baby girl, Zu Mo, was sent by the Thai police headquarters to police stations across the country to assist in the search for the child's whereabouts.

Chapter 413

The cold moonlight, the thin mist, a dark figure quietly slipped out of the Linggu Cave and disappeared into the bamboo forest. Two hoarse caws startled the man, who quickly ducked and walked through the woods towards Nanshan Village.

After deceiving Wu Chushan and the Undying Bone Mao Yishi in Wolong Valley, Heize realized he couldn't stay there any longer. So, after they returned with Liangzi, he followed at a distance, lying in ambush on the hillside east of the village.

Soon, he saw Wu Chushan and Mao Yishi emerge from the thatched hut and hurriedly head back towards the Linggu Cave in Nanshan.

Heize chuckled coldly. With his two formidable enemies gone, only Lan'er and the thousand-year-old mummified corpse called Ye Lao remained in the hut. He would first rescue Liangzi, and if necessary, take the girl hostage.

Under the cover of night, Heize stealthily made his way to the three thatched huts.

"Woof woof!" A large yellow dog suddenly darted out from the corner, nervously watching him, ready to pounce at any moment.

"Benben, what's wrong?" With a voice, Lan'er appeared at the doorway.

"Ah! A Japanese man..." Lan'er caught sight of Kurosawa's bald head in the moonlight, paused for a moment, and then exclaimed in surprise.

Kurosawa drew his pistol with a "whoosh," and said softly, "Little girl, don't be afraid. Make this little dog go away, or I'll blow its head off!"

As Lan'er hesitated, a strong hand pulled her sharply behind the door. "Lan'er, don't come out!" Feng Sheng said in a low voice.

Kurosawa was surprised to find a young man emerging from behind Lan'er, also holding a pistol.

"Who are you?" Kurosawa was startled; this person was not Han Sheng.

"Mr. Kurosawa, you've been haunting us from Myitkyina to the Shwedagon Pagoda in Myanmar," Feng Sheng sneered.

Upon hearing this, Kurosawa suddenly chuckled shrilly: "You're Feng Sheng! Do you still remember Xiao Shuiliu Jiazi? Oh right, her Chinese name is Liu Jia. She still can't forget you..."

Feng Sheng blushed. How could he forget that fair-skinned, gentle beauty... Ever since their first encounter, he had spent countless nights alone indulging in dreams of love. Her ethereal figure, her fresh and fragrant scent, her boundless, otherworldly allure—all haunted his dreams. It truly was: "Dreaming of the fleeting smoke and the moonlit breeze, I wish to be forever intoxicated and never wake up..." A gunshot rang out, and a wisp of smoke rose from Kurosawa's gun barrel.

Feng Sheng suddenly regained consciousness. Looking down, he saw a small hole in his left chest, from which hot blood was gushing out. A wave of weariness washed over him; he felt exhausted, yet strangely sweet… Just as Feng Sheng slowly collapsed, his gun fired, a bullet flying from the barrel and striking Hei Ze in the neck.

The gunshot echoed far and wide in the silent night… At the foot of Wengong Mountain, in the hazy dawn, the birds in the forest chirped and awoke.

“Old Master Huang is actually here!” Wu Chushan was utterly astonished, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.

"Is that Old Master Huang?" Old Master Ye tilted his head, standing beside the coffin, examining it closely. He reached out and touched the old man's cheek; it was icy cold. He quickly withdrew his hand, muttering, "Strange, why is there a layer of cold white frost on his body?"

Wu Chushanren, hearing this, hurriedly moved closer to examine it more closely and also reached out to touch it. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "This is corpse frost, belonging to the metal element in the Five Elements theory. Only the Yin Aura of Tai Chi can have this miraculous effect. It seems he only absorbed the metal magnetic field from the Yin Aura's Five Elements. If the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth were all balanced, this phenomenon wouldn't occur."

"Brother Shanren, I don't think he's turned into a corpse. So how did he end up here, swapping places with the hairy corpse?" Mao Yishi asked, puzzled.

Wu Chushan hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I understand. For those buried alive, the five elements' magnetic field within the yin aura only needs five days to merge with it. Old Master Huang was only buried for a day and a night before being switched, so only metal was merged into his body. The corpse frost on Old Master Huang's body is proof of this."

Ye Lao turned around, looked at the trembling hairy corpse beside him, frowned, and asked, "Beautiful hairy corpse, who buried you here, and who switched you?"

The corpse shook its head and said timidly, "Chirp, I don't know how I got to Nanshan Village, but I do know that ten years ago my son buried me here at the foot of Wengong Mountain, chirp."

"Who is your son?" Wu Chushan asked intently.

The corpse became frightened and hid behind Ye Lao, whispering, "My son's name is Meng Zhuqi."

"Ah! I see!" Wu Chushan exclaimed in sudden realization.

"Who is Meng Zhuqi..." Ye Lao asked blankly.

Wu Chushan smiled bitterly and chuckled, "When Old Master Huang was buried, Huang Qiansui and his son, along with his brother-in-law Meng Zhuqi, the director of the Nanshan Town Revolutionary Committee, were present. After the burial, Huang Qiansui instructed Meng Zhuqi to send people to guard the site for at least five days so that Old Master Huang could fully integrate with the Five Elements magnetic field within the Taiji Yin Aura. The Meng family had an incompetent son, Meng Hongbing. This Meng Zhuqi, wanting the Meng family to benefit from the power of the Taiji Yin Aura in the future, secretly switched the remains the next night. Old Master Huang was dug up and transported to the Meng family cemetery on Wengong Mountain, while his mother's remains—that is, Mao Shi—were secretly buried within the Taiji Yin Aura."

Old Master Ye glanced at Mao Shi, and only then did he understand the origins of this beautiful woman.

"Alas, how lamentable are the people of this world! They will stop at nothing to benefit their direct descendants, resorting to any means necessary. In the end, it's all just a mirage, a fleeting illusion..." Wu Chushanren gazed at Wengong Mountain in the morning light, at the twenty-four enormous fir trees that Zhu Xi planted when he returned to his hometown, and sighed with melancholy. "

Back then, the 'Prophet of the Mountain,' Lai Buyi, came from southern Jiangxi and chose Wengong Mountain as the burial site for Zhu Xi's ancestors. In the end, a great Neo-Confucian master emerged. I wonder why Meng Zhuqi would move the ancestral grave here. Perhaps he wanted to borrow some auspicious energy, but little did he know that the feng shui of Wengong Mountain had been exhausted by the Zhu family, and it had become tainted with evil energy. The bones turned into hairy corpses. It must have been a case of the cuckoo occupying the nest, leading to the corpse's transformation..." Wu Chushanren said slowly.

Wu Chushan nodded, "Brother Shanren is absolutely right. Judging from the terrain of this tomb, it's certain that this was once a rabbit's lair. After the coffin was buried here, strange things must have happened. Now, what should we do with this hairy corpse? Why not exterminate it?"

"No! How can you bear to harm an innocent, respectable woman?" Elder Ye stepped forward.

Wu Chushan turned to the hairy corpse and asked, "Grandma Meng, your son Meng Zhuqi and grandson Meng Hongbing are both dead. What are your plans now?"

The hairy corpse stared blankly at Wu Chushan and cried out, "What did you say! Hehe, my son and grandson are dead..."

"That's right, it happened last year," Wu Chushan replied.

"Hehe... Waaah..." The hairy corpse began to sob sadly.

"Hairy corpse, don't be sad. With Elder Ye here, I can still take care of you," Elder Ye comforted her.

“My descendants are all gone, and the world is full of bad people, chirp... I’d better go back to my coffin.” The hairy corpse hopped backward into the grave, climbed into the coffin, and lay down next to Old Master Huang.

Old Master Ye quickly stepped forward to persuade him, “Hairy corpse, hairy corpse, this old man in the coffin is very ugly, don’t you really care?”

“Chirp, he’s more prosperous than you, and besides, we’re in-laws, chirp…” The hairy corpse turned to comfort Old Master Huang’s body and said to the grave, “Fill it up, chirp.”

Old Master Ye squatted down dejectedly, and Old Cuihua’s happy laughter came from inside his body.

Seeing that it was getting light and time was running out, Wu Chushanren closed the coffin lid and picked up an iron hoe to fill it with soil. As the yellow soil was scattered, the coffin made a continuous “chirp chirp chirp” sound. In a short while, the grave was filled and a mound was formed, and the chirping of crickets finally stopped.

Old Ye silently shed a few tears.

As Wu Chushan and his group approached the thatched hut east of Nanshan Village, they sensed something was wrong. "Lan'er..." Wu Chushan called out, rushing into the courtyard first.

Heize lay on the ground, his pistol beside him, his neck a bloody mess. Wu Chushan gasped in shock, checking his neck; he was barely alive.

"Save me..." Heize mumbled incoherently.

"Lan'er..." Wu Chushan looked up into the hut, his face filled with terror.

"Father!" came Lan'er's sobbing from inside.

Inside the hut, Feng Sheng lay unconscious on the ground, a bullet hole in his left chest, the blood already congealed black. Wu Chushan quickly checked his breathing, finding a faint breath.

"He's dead?" Lan'er sobbed.

Wu Chushan didn't answer. He immediately pressed several acupoints on Feng Sheng's chest—Shencang, Lingxu, Kufang, and Qimen—to protect his heart meridian. Then he picked him up and placed him on his bed in the east room. "Lan'er, what happened?" he asked softly, stroking his daughter's shoulder.

Lan'er sobbed as she recounted the whole story.

Old Master Ye pulled Lan'er aside, his eyes red-rimmed, and sobbed as he told her, "Mao Shi is dead..." He then shed two more tears.

Lan'er stopped crying, rubbed her eyes, and asked, "Mao Shi has been found?"

"She was actually willing to be buried with that withered and thin Old Master Huang in the ground, alas..." Old Master Ye sighed with infinite regret.

Wu Chushanren went into the west room, opened the wardrobe door, released Liangzi's pressure points, pulled her out, and led her to the courtyard. Pointing to Kurosawa lying on the ground, he said, "You, take him back to Japan, and never let him come back."

Liangzi understood what the man meant, bent down to look at the seriously injured Kurosawa.

"Save me..." Kurosawa was still muttering in a dreamlike state.

"Master, let's go." Liangzi bowed deeply to Wu Chushanren, then grabbed Kurosawa, tossed him onto her shoulder, and without saying another word, strode out of the courtyard.

Dawn broke, and a misty haze hung over the bamboo forest. Several crows stood up from their nests, stretching, and stared in amazement as Liangzi and Kurosawa passed through the forest.

"Save me..." Kurosawa's mouth was oozing clumps of red foam.

"Master, let's rest here." Liangzi put Kurosawa down; the entrance to Linggu Cave was not far ahead.

Ryoko didn't notice that beneath Kurosawa lay the ancient tomb that buried the Left and Right Protectors and Wuyuan Taro.

The warm sunlight bathed her, and Ryoko gazed tenderly at Kurosawa's dying face, murmuring, "Master, do you know how many years Ryoko has secretly loved you? But you've always only cared about the Corpse-Slaying Cult, never considering my feelings. Now, Master, you can finally lie in Ryoko's arms… Would you like to hear Ryoko sing you a song? It's a song from our hometown, a song from across the sea."

Ryoko cleared her throat and softly hummed, "Hello, hello, I've been waiting for the day we reunite, on that cherry blossom-strewn road, waving to you, calling your name… Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms, in full bloom, right now, I understand my fleeting nature." Fate... Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms, falling silently, believing that one day the moment of reincarnation will come... Come... let us meet again there, on that path where cherry blossoms fall..."

Tears slowly flowed from Ryoko's eyes, for a long, long time... Finally, Ryoko gently pressed her lips to the wound on Kurosawa's neck, and then began to suckle...

Chapter 414

Ryoko finally drained Kurosawa's life force, rubbed her stomach, and then slowly stood up. Looking at the lifeless corpse on the ground, she said with deep affection, "Master, Kurosawa-kun, Ryoko is going to take you back to Japan. I know you would also be willing."

Ryoko looked around. A white mist rose from the valley, creating a scene like a fairyland. She nodded and walked towards a grove of black pine trees in the distance.

Reaching the grove, Ryoko began gathering dry pine branches from the ground, carrying handfuls back to place beside Kurosawa. When she had enough, she piled them up, laid Kurosawa flat on top, crossed his arms over his chest, and took his ever-present lighter from his pocket, gently lighting the branches.

"Kurosawa-kun, Ryoko is taking your ashes home now, never to be separated again," Ryoko said, tears streaming down her face, softly humming that cherry blossom tune.

After a cloud of smoke, the dry pine branches burst into flames, the pine resin crackling and popping. The flames quickly engulfed Kurosawa, the air becoming scorching hot and filled with a burnt smell.

The ground was scorched, heat trickling downwards... The tomb had been hastily backfilled, leaving the soil loose and porous, with unburnt pine branches and embers rolling down, sparks landing on the clothes of the two guardians buried in the earth. Because the soil fissures contained very little oxygen, the clothes smoldered slowly, but the fire spread and the temperature rose.

Several homemade fire bombs remained in the guardians' pockets. When they committed suicide to detonate them, these remaining bombs, though not exploding simultaneously, had cracked, and the black powder inside was quickly ignited by the smoldering clothes. With a deafening roar, the remaining fire bombs exploded... The blazing fire was overturned by a tremendous force from underground, burning pine branches, the half-burnt, charred corpse of Heize, and the yellow soil, along with the remains of the two guardians... The severed limbs were instantly tossed into the air, then scattered like petals falling from the sky… Liangzi was stunned, her eyes fixed on what lay before her… A naked man, his body charred black from the soot, emerged from the ground, reeking of excrement, and stood steadily before Liangzi… The decaying corpse within the ancient tomb was none other than Guo Pu, the renowned master of Yi studies from the Western Jin Dynasty. He possessed two unparalleled extraordinary skills of the Central Plains: the Eighteen Forms of Zhu You Divine Skill and the Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique. In the late spring of 324 AD, Guo Pu, realizing his lifespan was nearing its end, poured all the power of the Eighteen Forms of Zhu You Divine Skill into the Yin-Yang Ruler and placed a “curse lock” on the Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique, taking it all with him to his grave after his death. Over 1400 years later, Guo Pu's Burial Ruler and the *Qing Nang Jing* were acquired by Han Sheng, while the "Intermediate State Corpse Absorption Technique" was locked within the corpse. It was

n't until Huang Jianguo was trapped inside the ancient coffin and accidentally kissed him, thus breaking the "curse." Before his death, Guo Pu believed that he was buried deep at the foot of Nanshan Mountain in Wuyuan, unknown to the world. Even if someone discovered his corpse, they would never kiss a dead body. Therefore, the "Intermediate State Corpse Absorption Technique" could be ensured to disappear permanently from the martial arts world, preventing its leakage and endangering all living beings, both human and ghost. However,

things often turn out differently than they seem. How could he have foreseen that 1400 years later, someone would actually fall into the ancient tomb and kiss him?

Once the "curse lock" was broken, all the vital energy Huang Jianguo originally possessed, including the eight-style incantation technique of the bald old woman, the internal essence of the Yin people in the Ghost Tomb, and the various auras and magnetic fields of numerous corpses, were absorbed by Guo Pu's rotting corpse. This energy was then fed back into Huang Jianguo's twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians through the "Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique," and finally, the original impurities were expelled. This process took a total of forty-nine days, precisely the lifespan of an intermediate Yin body.

If he had completed the forty-nine days, Huang Jianguo would have become an unparalleled Yin master, able to absorb Yin and Yang energies remotely. Apart from Guo Pu's eighteen incantation techniques, he would likely have no equal in the martial arts world.

However, it was precisely Liangzi Huofen, the leader of the Corpse-Slaying Cult, who detonated the fire-thunder bombs in the tomb, blasting Huang Jianguo out before his forty-nine-day intermediate Yin period was over. This prevented his "Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique" from being fully completed, and he also lost all his original impurities. Of course, Huang Jianguo himself was completely unaware of all this, and even unaware that he already possessed seventy or eighty percent of the power of the "Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique," enough to roam the martial world freely.

"Liangzi..." Suddenly, Huang Jianguo himself was startled.

"Wuyuan Taro? You... you're not dead?" Liangzi was shocked, her face turning deathly pale in an instant.

"Of course I'm not dead." Huang Jianguo chuckled, opening his mouth wide and greedily taking several deep breaths of the fresh air. It was still more comfortable on the ground.

Liangzi sniffed with her nose twitching, and said in surprise, "It smells bad, where is it?"

The soft sunlight warmly shone on Huang Jianguo's naked body. His originally fair and delicate skin had been smeared black by gunpowder, and his scrotum was swollen and bulging, about the size of two tennis balls. Black people's testicles are indeed larger than those of Asians, and Liangzi couldn't help but steal a few glances.

"Stinky?" Huang Jianguo reached out and pulled a large lump of dried excrement from the anus, sniffed it, and said, "It stinks! That's it." He casually tossed it into the grass.

Liangzi's stomach churned, and she almost vomited. She quickly said, "Xiaoxi's, there's some over there, hurry up and take a bath."

"Where's the cult leader?" Huang Jianguo asked.

Liangzi's eyes reddened at the question, and she said sadly, "His... he was killed." Then her eyes searched the ground, and she pulled out Heize's charred corpse from the grass.

"Who? Who killed the cult leader?" Huang Jianguo asked suspiciously.

"From Han Sheng's family, Wu Chushan's man, Feng Sheng's man." Liangzi said through gritted teeth.

Oh, I see. Huang Jianguo's mind raced. He thought to himself, "Oniizuka is the only one in Han Sheng's family who is skilled in martial arts. Even if I, Heize, and Liangzi combined, we wouldn't be a match for him. It seems best to keep our distance."

Huang Jianguo stared at Kurosawa's charred corpse, the aroma of meat filling his nostrils, and suddenly felt an unbearable hunger pang in his stomach. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd eaten… To Liangzi's surprise, Wuyuan Taro's eyes seemed to glow green, staring intently at Kurosawa's charred body, his throat constantly swallowing.

"What are you doing?" Liangzi felt a chill run down her spine.

Huang Jianguo didn't answer, but squatted down, gently stroking Kurosawa's thin, charred belly, a trickle of saliva slowly dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Kurosawa-kun's... don't touch it! Do you understand?" Liangzi snapped.

Startled, Huang Jianguo timidly withdrew his hand, glancing at Liangzi. Because he was squatting on the ground, his gaze fixed on Ryoko's abdomen, a sudden thought struck him. He seemed to see Ryoko's clothes slightly bulge, and a gentle breath emanated from her navel, forming a stream that slowly entered his nostrils… “Wow…” Huang Jianguo felt that warm breath penetrate deep into his internal organs, extremely comfortable and pleasant, completely different from the feeling of sucking corpses in the past; it was simply heavenly.

The most insidious aspect of the Yin-Yang Corpse Sucking Technique is that it can absorb a person's yang energy without them realizing it, and the victim is completely unaware. Once a person's yang energy is completely depleted, they will die.

Ryoko, being a Japanese spirit, was skilled at absorbing corpse energy, making her different from ordinary people. In a short while, she realized her vital energy was secretly draining from her dantian. Looking around, she saw only Wuyuan Taro nearby… “You… sucked my energy!” Ryoko roared, about to strike Wuyuan Taro with her palm, but unexpectedly, her whole body went weak, and she couldn't even lift her arm.

Huang Jianguo was stunned, and withdrew his thought; the wisp of energy vanished without a trace.

How could this be? Huang Jianguo was filled with suspicion. He had clearly inhaled the energy emanating from Ryoko's navel, but there hadn't been any skin-to-skin contact. Strange, and the feeling was much better than usual.

Ryoko was terrified. Wuyuan Taro could actually inhale air mid-air—something even the top master of the Corpse-Slaying Sect, Onizuka, couldn't do… “You… know the Intermediate Yin Corpse-Sucking Technique?” Ryoko asked in a trembling voice.

"The Intermediate State Corpse-Sucking Technique?" Huang Jianguo was astonished upon hearing this. His mid-air inhalation just now was actually the Intermediate State Corpse-Sucking Technique...? "Hahaha..." Huang Jianguo's mind raced. He thought, why not fill my stomach first? So he let out a series of cackling laughs. "That's right, this is the 'Intermediate State Corpse-Sucking Technique.' Liangzi, I want you to obediently submit to me, understand?"

"I understand." Liangzi's face was deathly pale, her hands tightly covering her navel, and she repeatedly agreed.

Huang Jianguo smiled slightly, and without a word, swiftly inserted his fingers, tearing open Hei Ze's already charred belly... A burst of sour, hot air escaped. Huang Jianguo reached inside and pulled out the heart, eagerly taking a bite, only to find it extremely dry and tasteless. He then searched further inside the cavity and found the large intestine to be oily and greasy, quite appetizing, probably because he hadn't eaten for many days and was severely lacking in oil and moisture.

With a "crack," Huang Jianguo forcefully snapped the large intestine in half. Although some yellowish-green viscous substance squeezed out, he still took a bite, starting to eat from one end of the intestine. His mouth was soon full of oil, and he smacked his lips noisily, promptly picking out any bits of excrement stuck between his teeth with his little fingernail.

"Aren't you hungry?" Huang Jianguo mumbled as he asked.

Liangzi quickly waved her hand and said, "I'm not hungry."

Huang Jianguo stared coldly at Liangzi, his face stern, and said, "Even if you're not hungry, you have to eat."

Liangzi trembled in fright, and helplessly, with tears in her eyes, she broke off one of Kurosawa's fingers and put it in her mouth to suck on. "

Hmph, now I can control this Japanese woman too," Huang Jianguo thought smugly.

A short while later, Huang Jianguo had eaten a third of Kurosawa's large intestine. Finally, he let out several burps, his breath smelling sour and foul.

"Now, I should go wash myself," Huang Jianguo said, rubbing his stomach as he stood up.

Liangzi stared blankly at Kurosawa's mutilated corpse, overwhelmed with grief, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Huang Jianguo jumped into the stream alone, cheerfully humming a Xingguo folk song: "Sending off the Red Army, this one went down the mountain..." At the same time, he thoroughly washed away the filth on his body, revealing his fair skin. He held his two heavy testicles in his hands, thinking to himself, "Mingyue, Mingyue, you ruined my balls! Little did you know, Huang Jianguo has actually benefited from this misfortune. When I find you again, I'll make sure you see these two giant balls..." However, Mingyue's appearance was far too frail and delicate, unlike his handsome and robust cousin Hansheng, who possessed a truly masculine air.

Huang Jianguo washed himself and jumped ashore. Liangzi's eyes suddenly lit up; what a handsome Chinese man... "Liangzi, take off your coat and give it to me," Huang Jianguo ordered.

Liangzi hesitated for a moment, then obediently took it off and handed it to him.

Huang Jianguo wrapped his coat around his waist and instructed, "Liangzi, now tell me everything you know about the 'Intermediate State Corpse Absorption Technique,' word for word."

"Yes, the 'Intermediate State Corpse Absorption Technique,' a long-lost, most powerful evil art in the Central Plains. Our Corpse-Cutting Sect has searched for it for hundreds of years without success. It's said to be able to absorb air from the air—human, corpse, ghost, all without a problem..." Liangzi stammered in Chinese.

"That's all?" Huang Jianguo was still puzzled.

"That's all. I don't know anything else, Wuyuan Jun. Your mastery of the 'Intermediate State Corpse Absorption Technique' is unparalleled. You're perfectly capable of it," Liangzi said admiringly.

Unparalleled? So, all I, Huang Jianguo, need to do is look at my opponent's abdomen and navel, and secretly inhale with my mind. Such a simple and concealed 'Intermediate State Corpse Absorption Technique,' no wonder it's so difficult to defend against. But when did I learn it? Huang Jianguo was completely baffled.

"Wuyuan Jun, what are you thinking about?" Liangzi asked in surprise.

"Let's go into Nanshan Village and try out my 'Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique'." Huang Jianguo chuckled sinisterly.

Chapter 415

In the thatched cottage east of Nanshan Village, Benben suddenly barked wildly, and Heimei led the puppies to bark as well.

A young man with a bare upper body and a coat tied around his waist stood in the courtyard, followed by Liangzi.

"Wu Chushanren, it's been a long time." The man called out arrogantly.

Shanren and Mao Yishi rushed out of the house upon hearing this.

"Oh, it's Huang Jianguo..." Wu Chushanren looked at the almost completely naked young man in surprise.

“Of course it’s me,” Huang Jianguo swayed his hips awkwardly and chuckled, “Wu Chushanren, long time no see, you’re still ‘still charming despite your age.’”

Inside the door, Ye Lao whispered to Lan’er, “Why does this kid talk and act like a woman?”

Lan’er, equally puzzled, shook her head and said, “Perhaps he’s just infatuated?”

Huang Jianguo, with sharp ears, heard Lan’er’s words and said dismissively, “Oh, Lan’er, you’ve gotten uglier! What a pity that such a beautiful flower has been wasted on a pile of dung.”

Lan’er blushed, speechless with anger, and turned to run into the house.

“This person is neither male nor female, neither human nor corpse, he’s up to no good,” Mao Yishi whispered to the mountain man.

“Huang Jianguo, did you come here specifically for revenge?” Wu Chushanren said calmly.

"Seeking revenge? Wu Chushanren, you flatter me. I merely came to visit Hansheng. What, isn't he home?" Huang Jianguo tilted his head, glancing around the house as he asked.

"What do you want?" Wu Chushanren stared coldly at him, thinking that although Huang Jianguo's martial arts were strange, he was still relatively inexperienced. Now that he dared to challenge him one-on-one, he must be fearless. He wondered what kind of conspiracy Huang Jianguo was hiding behind his back. It seemed he couldn't be careless.

"Hehe, Wu Chushanren is Hansheng's father-in-law, so I'll let you go for now," Huang Jianguo turned his face to the Undying Bone Mao Yishi and said arrogantly, "This person is quite unfamiliar. I'll start with him."

"Hmph, I am the Undying Bone Mao Yishi. Brother Wu Chushanren, let me wipe out this demon." Mao Yishi said to Wu Chushanren.

"Brother Mao, be careful." Wu Chushanren warned, while glancing at Liangzi and looking outside the courtyard to see if there was anything unusual.

Mao Yishi unbuttoned his shirt and began to take off his clothes, then his pants, and carefully folded them, placing them on the ground beside him… “What are you doing?” Huang Jianguo stared at Mao Yishi in surprise.

Mao Yishi stood naked, his skin bluish, his frame thin as a rake, and his armpits and groin hairless—a condition colloquially known as “white tiger.” However, his navel was quite large, and below it was a coin-sized dot, half black and half white… Huang Jianguo couldn’t help but chuckle: “Wouldn’t this make things even more convenient for me?”

Mao Yishi ignored him, slowly raising his arms in a moon-embracing pose, thrusting out his abdomen and pointing the Tai Chi point towards the sun. The bright sunlight shone on the coin-sized Tai Chi point, creating a hissing mist of black and white. At the same time, the skin of the Undying Bone became transparent, finally revealing the bones inside his body, including each rib clearly visible, especially the bladder, which was already full.

Huang Jianguo's gaze fell on Mao Yishi's navel, and he began to mentally inhale.

Unexpectedly, Mao Yishi suddenly rolled over and lay on all fours, letting out a sharp "meow," and slowly raised one hind leg towards him... A stream of urine shot out from between Mao Yishi's legs, but it only sprayed out about a foot before weakly spreading and falling to the ground.

Mao Yishi was shocked, feeling a numbness and weakness in his waist, something that had never happened to him since his debut.

Huang Jianguo was unaware that his "Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique" was only at seven or eight tenths of its full potential. If he had mastered it completely, he wouldn't need to inhale directly into the prey's abdomen or navel; he could simply draw energy from wherever his eyes and

mind were. Even so, with his current skill, he could already extract a small amount of vital energy from Mao Yishi's lower back through the Mingmen acupoint on the Du meridian. At this moment, Huang Jianguo felt a chill in his nasal cavity and internal organs, and even felt a slight shiver throughout his body. This was because his "Undying Bones" technique, resulting in a body temperature more than twenty degrees lower than normal, was due to "Taiyin Refining the Form."

At this moment, Mao Yishi made a fatal mistake. If he hadn't exposed his abdomen to Huang Jianguo, he could have preserved most of his vital energy to intimidate him. However, he turned around, staring in astonishment at this strangely alluring man.

Huang Jianguo stared directly at the unyielding navel, which is the Shenque acupoint on the Ren meridian, also known as the "navel center." It is the most hidden and crucial acupoint for human life, a vital point for longevity. The Shenque acupoint on the Ren meridian and the Mingmen acupoint on the Du meridian are connected front and back, harmonizing Yin and Yang, and are the source of human life energy. Therefore, ancient practitioners called these two acupoints the "officials of water and fire."

Modern scientific research has proven that the Shenque acupoint is the only hidden location of innate true breath. The fetus in the womb breathes through the placenta, belonging to the state of innate true breath. After birth, the umbilical cord is cut, innate breathing ceases, and acquired lung breathing begins. The umbilical cord and placenta are closely connected to the navel; without the Shenque acupoint, life would cease. The Shenque acupoint can be called the central hub of the meridians, the sea of meridian Qi, connecting internally to the five internal organs and externally to the limbs, bones, and sensory organs. Therefore, when Han Sheng treated Old Man Amin, he even used the filth from the navel (Shenque mud) as a medicinal guide, demonstrating its miraculous power.

A trickle of essence flowed from Mao Yishi's Shenque acupoint, was drawn into Huang Jianguo's body, and quickly dissolved into his dantian. Only then did the Undying Bone Mao Yishi finally realize the truth.

"The Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique!" Mao Yishi stared at Huang Jianguo, dumbfounded. He tried to break free, but collapsed limply, barely alive. He was astonished that this evil technique, lost for a thousand years, had reappeared.

Wu Chushan was shocked and rushed forward to pick up Mao Yishi, never expecting the Undying Bone to be so vulnerable.

"The Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique... an ancient evil technique lost for a thousand years, quickly take your daughter and escape..." Mao Yishi exhaled his last breath and died.

"Hahaha..." Huang Jianguo laughed hysterically, striding to Mao Yishi's neatly stacked clothes and putting them on one by one. Although they were a little too small for him, the quality of the fabric was clearly excellent.

Wu Chushan realized that his current situation was extremely dire. Huang Jianguo had mastered the unparalleled "Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique." Although Wu Chushan's martial arts skills were not low, he couldn't even discern the method Huang Jianguo used to kill Mao Yishi. He knew he was no match for him, but he not only had to protect Lan'er's safety, but also had a critically injured and dying Feng Sheng lying in the room. What was he to do?

"I'll beat you to death, you traitor!" Just then, Ye Lao rushed out of the room without hesitation, swinging both arms at Huang Jianguo.

Huang Jianguo had just pulled up his pants and was caught off guard, receiving a slap across the face from Ye Lao, leaving several finger marks on his fair skin.

Huang Jianguo was furious, shouting, "What a thousand-year-old mummy! How dare you ambush me!" His gaze swept across the area, fixing on Old Ye's abdomen, and he began to mentally absorb the corpse's essence.

Old Ye trembled, feeling his vital energy draining away continuously, and was utterly astonished. "Eerie! Too eerie..." he cried out in terror.

With a "whoosh," a black shadow flashed, and Old Cuihua lunged at Huang Jianguo, baring her fangs and claws.

But just as she was about to land on Huang Jianguo, she suddenly encountered a strange aura surrounding him—a terrifying "Five Yellow Killing Qi." With

a cry of "Ouch!", Old Cuihua couldn't get close and fell to the ground.

Since ancient times, Feng Shui has been most wary of "Five Yellow Killing Qi," as it is the most malevolent of all evils—form, energy, sound, light, and wind—bringing unrest and misfortune to wherever it goes.

Guo Pu was a master of Yi Jing (Book of Changes). When he practiced the "Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique," he intentionally added the Five Yellow Evil Qi to enhance the technique's power and provide protection against evil spirits.

Old Cuihua frantically crawled back onto Ye Lao's body, only to find him slowly withering away… "Ye Lao! Ye Lao! Don't die! We still need to go back to our hometown in Huanglongfu, Guandong!" Old Cuihua cried anxiously. "Huang Jianguo

, stop!" A shout rang out, and Lan'er stood at the doorway, gripping a pistol tightly in both hands… Huang Jianguo was startled, withdrawing his thoughts and staring intently at the dark muzzle of the gun in Lan'er's hand. Even with his smugness, he knew clearly that this pistol was no joke.

"Lan'er, have you ever killed anyone?" Huang Jianguo asked, feigning nonchalance.

Lan'er's hands, gripping the gun, trembled slightly. Her face was deathly pale. She gritted her teeth and said, word by word, "If you... if you hurt my father and Grandpa, I'll shoot..."

Wu Chushan gently put down the corpse of the Undying Bone-Eating Grass, walked towards Lan'er, and said, "Lan'er, give me the gun. My father has killed people."

Huang Jianguo's eyes darted around, and he called out urgently, "Liangzi, come here."

Liangzi came forward tremblingly and said, "Wu..." "Gentaro, what are you doing?"

Huang Jianguo chuckled, dragged Ryoko over, and sneered at Lan'er, "If you have the guts, shoot, you ugly woman."

Lan'er trembled with rage. Wu Chushanren stepped forward, grabbed the pistol, and turned around... Suddenly, he was startled. He vaguely felt his internal energy rapidly draining away from his Shenque acupoint. Wu Chushanren's sharp eyes then noticed Huang Jianguo's eyes fixed on his abdomen. So that's the trick! This "Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique" was actually absorbing internal energy in mid-air... Without hesitation, Wu Chushanren pulled the trigger. A gunshot rang out, and a bullet flew towards Huang Jianguo... Seeing Wu Chushanren raise his gun, Huang Jianguo knew something was wrong. He immediately pulled Ryoko in front of him to shield her.

The bullet pierced Ryoko's chest, blood gushed out, and her body went limp, leaning against Huang Jianguo.

Huang Jianguo grinned maliciously, grabbing Liangzi's body to shield him from the bullets. He simultaneously accelerated his mental focus, drawing a powerful surge of true energy from Wu Chushan's navel. Wu Chushan's knees buckled, his grip loosened, and the gun fell to the ground. "Lan'er, run..." he weakly cried.

"Hahaha, no one will escape!" Huang Jianguo laughed cruelly.

A cloud drifted in, slowly obscuring the sun, the light in the sky gradually dimming, and the wind almost stilled.

"Lan'er, Lan'er..." At this moment, the clear cry of a blue-purple macaw echoed from mid-air...

Chapter 416

A gentle breeze swept by, and a figure carrying an infant suddenly stood before the thatched hut. Han Sheng had arrived.

Tears welled up in Lan'er's eyes as she leaned weakly against the doorframe... Han Sheng nodded, not having time to say anything, and quickly handed Shen Caihua to Lan'er. He then hurriedly helped Wu Chushan up, saying, "Uncle Shanren, Han Sheng is late."

"Be careful... Han Sheng," Wu Chushan said breathlessly, "Huang Jianguo can absorb people's true energy from mid-air..."

Han Sheng silently handed Shanren over to Lan'er to support, then turned around, his gaze sweeping over the uncorrupted corpse lying on the ground and the dying Ye Lao, before coldly scrutinizing Huang Jianguo.

"Oh, Hansheng, you've finally shown up. Let me see, why do you look so haggard? You've lost so much weight, it's pitiful..." Huang Jianguo said softly, his cheeks slightly flushed, as he released his grip, and Liangzi's corpse slumped limply at his feet.

Hansheng took off his shirt and walked to Mao Yishi's corpse, gently covering his waist. A pink new penis had already grown from the wound smeared with "Hanqing."

"Huang Jianguo, you used the 'Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique' to kill the incorruptible Mao Yishi?" Hansheng said coldly.

"That's right, surprised? Hansheng, can you stop looking at me like that?" Huang Jianguo swayed his hips, speaking in a coquettish voice.

"The Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique has been lost for a thousand years, where did you get it from?" Hansheng asked calmly.

"From your Zhu family ancestral tomb, of course." Huang Jianguo blurted out, but then his heart skipped a beat, thinking, could it really be that rotting corpse? He recalled the immense suction force of the rotting corpse's mouth drawing out his life essence, then feeding it back, before he finally lost consciousness… “My ancestral tomb?” Han Sheng asked suspiciously, quickly pressing for an answer. “In front of the Linggu Cave?”

“That’s it. There’s a lot of white hair growing in the tomb,” Huang Jianguo described.

So that’s how it is… Han Sheng understood. The owner of the thousand-year-old tomb not only had Guo Gong’s Burial Ruler and the *Qing Nang Jing* buried with him, but also the “Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique,” which had fallen into the hands of this treacherous Huang Jianguo. And that “Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique” was the nemesis of the Undying Bone, which was why Mao Yishi had died in vain. If he hadn’t entrusted him with investigating the identity of the hairy corpse, how could Mao Yishi have suffered this calamity? It was his fault that the Undying Bone was harmed; what a waste of his hundreds of years of cultivation… Han Sheng couldn’t help but feel remorseful and incredibly guilty.

"Hansheng, don't look so gloomy. You'll age easily. Let me drain everyone here dry, and then we can run away to distant lands and live happily ever after. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" Two blushes rose on Huang Jianguo's cheeks.

Han Sheng's face was gloomy as he coldly said, "Huang Jianguo, you wicked sorcerer, do you really think you can leave here today? How could I, Han Sheng, let you go and continue to harm the world with your 'Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique'?"

"Hehe..." Huang Jianguo chuckled sinisterly, snorting, "Oh, Zhu Han Sheng, I felt pity for you because of your handsome appearance and fair skin, and I couldn't bear to hurt you. But if you're so ungrateful, don't blame me, Huang Jianguo, for being ruthless and taking care of you all."

Han Sheng's mind raced. The "Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique" was the most evil technique in the Central Plains. Although Liu Bowen only mentioned it briefly in the "Corpse Clothing Classic," he said, "The most sacred object for warding off evil in the world is human hair, and the most evil object in the world is green hair." He already had a corpse cloak woven from human hair and green hair, so he should be able to resist this Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique.

“Huang Jianguo, your evil deeds are numerous, it’s time for you to get your retribution.” Han Sheng said calmly, his eyes clear as water.

“Han Sheng…” Old Ye weakly raised himself up and reminded him, “He has the ‘Five Yellow Aura’ protecting him…” It was Old Cuihua’s voice.

“Five Yellow Aura?” Han Sheng asked in confusion.

Wu Chushan, who had been standing still, sat on the threshold with Lan’er’s help and said breathlessly, “Han Sheng, the Five Yellow Aura… can be neutralized with a clock. A clock is made of metal, which can dissipate the Five Yellow and Two Black Auras. The Five Yellow Aura is actually a ghostly aura, and it is most afraid of being reminded of the cycle of reincarnation. It avoids clocks, and feng shui clocks are made of real copper, which is real gold… I have a copper clock in my bundle, Lan’er, go and get it quickly to break Huang Jianguo’s aura.”

Huang Jianguo felt puzzled upon hearing this and mocked, “Sharpening your sword at the last minute, I’m afraid it’s too late, isn’t it?” He then turned his gaze to Han Sheng’s abdomen and focused his mind on Han Sheng’s navel.

Han Sheng suddenly felt his abdominal blood and qi churning, as if boiling over, trying to break free and escape through his Shenque acupoint, but it was tightly protected by the corpse shroud. Looking down, he saw the shroud swaying slightly... He understood that the green hair was resisting Huang Jianguo's "Intermediate Yin Corpse Suction Technique" with all its might.

Huang Jianguo's nose twitched, but unexpectedly, he couldn't suck anything out. He then strengthened his will, his face turning red, his eyes fixed on Han Sheng's abdomen, trying to see through the white and green fur vest to his navel. Han Sheng felt

his blood and qi surging in his dantian, the qi in his Ren and Du meridians circulating faster and faster. He knew that if there was any problem with his meridians, the surging internal energy would explode, which would be dangerous. Looking down again, he saw that the corpse shroud on his body was gradually bulging, and his belly was gradually swelling, like a pregnant woman. No, he had to think of something quickly.

At this moment, Huang Jianguo was completely focused and didn't notice a small figure slipping from the doorway to his feet. By the time he realized it, the infant Shen Caihua had already leaped up with a "whoosh," baring two rows of tiny white teeth in mid-air, ready to bite down on his neck... "Good! Caihua is amazing!" Dudu circled in mid-air, cheering for the ghost baby Lala.

Although Shen Caihua had absorbed the Eighteen Forms of Zhuyou Divine Skill from Guo Gong's Burial Ruler, he was still an infant with low cognitive abilities, and his skills were only half-developed, not yet fully usable. Seeing his father Hansheng in danger, the little guy acted impulsively, instinctively lunging forward to bite, completely forgetting about incantations or which form of Zhuyou Divine Skill to use.

"Danger! Caihua..." Hansheng cried out urgently, but his internal energy was uneven, and his voice was very weak.

With a loud bang, the ghost infant Shen Caihua was suddenly thrown back, slammed to the ground by the "Five Yellow Evil Qi," his head hitting the ground. He then cried out in pain... Huang Jianguo's eyes were like torches, staring directly at the naked baby's navel. His entire focus shifted to Shen Caihua, and a surge of incredibly powerful Zhu You True Qi rushed into his nose, choking him and forcing him to open his mouth, letting the air rush into his internal organs... Han Sheng's blood and qi suddenly calmed down. Seeing Huang Jianguo opening his mouth wide to attack the baby, his pupils turned bloodshot, his eyes red. Without thinking, he grabbed something and shoved it into Huang Jianguo's open mouth... It was a pill. The string of garnet beads left by the Lama… A pale blue mist exhaled from Huang Jianguo’s mouth, and then all the pores on his body opened, hissing slightly as they leaked out. In an instant, his body was shrouded in a thick blue mist, just like in Blue Moon Valley… In the blue mist, “Ah… Ah…” Huang Jianguo screamed repeatedly, and then, from his throat, his vocal cords spontaneously produced a strange scale, “Lama Shasimuqi, Qiong Lashasimuqi, Xiongzhe Lashasimuqi, Xiawagenden Shasimuqi…”

Han Sheng picked up Xiao Caihua, staring in astonishment at the thick blue mist and the voice coming from it. He did not know that the voice was the supreme “exorcism mantra” of the Karma Kagyu school of Tantric Buddhism.

This string of kyanite prayer beads was once the most prized possession of the Lama Temple in Blue Moon Valley. Before his death, the Geda Living Buddha passed on an old sheepskin prophecy along with the beads to the Danba Lama. The Danba Lama first gave the old sheepskin to Hansheng, and then entrusted Master Jin to deliver the prayer beads, a gesture with profound meaning.

These prayer beads are actually crafted from kyanite (kyanite) found underground in Blue Moon Valley. They were possessed by the Second Karmapa, Karma Pakshi (1204-1283), of the Black Hat lineage of the Karma Kagyu school. Known as Chokyi Lama, he was a highly accomplished lama in Tibetan Buddhism, second only to Padmasambhava, and was called "Zhuchen" (meaning "Great Accomplished One"). In 1283, before his death, the Second Karmapa infused the beads with a "demon-repelling mantra," making them a sacred ritual implement of the Karma Kagyu school, passed down for over six hundred years. In 1930, the six-year-old Sixteenth Karmapa, Rigdzin Dorje, passed on this string of "demon-exorcising prayer beads" blessed by the Second Karmapa to Joseph Rock, an American anthropologist who had come to the Tibetan Plateau. Rock later became the abbot of Blue Moon Valley Lama Temple, Geda Rinpoche.

This seemingly unremarkable green "demon-exorcising prayer beads" contained the supernatural power of the Second Karmapa's "demon-exorcising mantra." As soon as it entered Huang Jianguo's mouth, it automatically restrained the most evil sorcery in Central China, the "Intermediate State Corpse Absorption Technique."

Guo Pu, a master of Yi studies during the Western Jin Dynasty, was known as the "Number One Evil Technique in Central China" for his "Intermediate Corpse Absorption Technique," which was no ordinary thing. However, the blue mist surrounding Huang Jianguo grew thicker and thicker until he was no longer recognizable as human… "Hansheng, what's going on?" Wu Chushanren asked weakly.

Hansheng shook his head and said, "I don't know either. This string of beads belonging to the old lama Danba is definitely not an ordinary thing…"

From within the thick blue mist, intermittent, mysterious chanting could be heard: "Lama Shasimuqi, Qiong Lashasimuqi, Xiongzhe Lashasimuqi, Xiawagenden Shasimuqi…"

Chapter 417

Buddhist prayer beads, also known as rosaries, are tools for recording the number of recitations of Buddhist mantras. The number of beads is counted according to the number of recitations, the purpose being to prevent the decline of spiritual practice, maintain focus, eliminate distractions, and persevere. In Tibet, prayer beads are believed to be treasures of the gods, stones fallen from heaven, and one of the seven treasures of Tibetan Buddhism.

According to the Buddhist scriptures, the highest grade of prayer beads has 1080 beads (due to its length, it is used only by a very few eminent monks or those in deep meditation), the next grade has 108 beads (110 for practitioners of Tantra), the middle grade has 54 beads, and the lowest grade has 27 beads. The Pure Land school in Central China uses 36 beads, and the Chan school uses 18. The 1080 beads represent the 108 aspects of the ten realms of existence. The 108 beads represent the 108 kinds of afflictions, the 54 beads represent the stages of the Bodhisattva path (birth, abiding, practice, direction, and ground), and the 27 beads represent the 27 sages of the Hearers.

However, the prayer beads that Huang Jianguo swallowed only had ten beads, representing the ten realms of existence. More than 600 years ago, the Second Karmapa, Karma Pakshi, infused the beads with a "demon-repelling mantra," not a "killing mantra." Its original intention was to dispel inner demons, not to indiscriminately kill—the meaning of "lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

Guo Pu's "Intermediate State Corpse Absorption Technique" was utterly devoid of compassion, being extremely insidious. In his view, as the most evil technique in the world, the more evil the better, capable of absorbing both humans and ghosts, reaching the pinnacle of perfection, unparalleled before or since. Until 324 AD, Guo Pu calculated that his lifespan was coming to an end, and thus repented, realizing that this evil technique was far too insidious and shortened the user's lifespan. Therefore, he added a "curse lock" and buried it underground to prevent it from harming humanity.

At this moment, the "Intermediate State Corpse Absorption Technique" within Huang Jianguo's body was fiercely battling the supernatural power of the "Exorcism Curse" within the Buddhist beads, the chanting intermittent.

Suddenly, the thick blue mist began to swirl and moved out of the courtyard gate, rushing north like a whirlwind, gradually disappearing into the mountains and forests.

Han Sheng wanted to pursue it, but checking on Uncle Shanren and Elder Ye's injuries was more important.

"Uncle Shanren, the true energy in your Yin-Yang Meridians is almost completely depleted. You'll probably need several months of recuperation. Your life is safe, but your martial arts will be difficult to recover," Han Sheng said regretfully, pointing to Wu Chushanren's three gates.

Shanren smiled bitterly, "So, my martial arts have been crippled by that treacherous Huang Jianguo. Oh well, being an ordinary person who doesn't fight with the world is quite nice. Picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence, living a leisurely life in the southern mountain village, that's quite pleasant."

Han Sheng helped Old Ye up, comforting him, "Old Ye, you are, after all, a thousand-year-old corpse. As long as your soul remains, with Old Cuihua possessing you, don't worry, you won't die."

Old Ye's eyes were red, and he said weakly, "The martial world is dangerous. Even the hairy corpse has returned to its coffin. Old Cuihua and I are going back too. Our old home in Guandong is still the best..."

"Hairy corpse? Who exactly is she?" Han Sheng asked.

"The hairy corpse is actually Meng Zhuqi's mother. Old Master Huang was secretly switched..." Wu Chushanren recounted the discovery at the foot of Wengong Mountain.

Han Sheng was quite surprised upon hearing this, and said, "So, Old Master Huang only stayed in the Taiji Yin Aura for one day, yet its power was enough to allow Huang Jianguo to survive several near-death experiences. It's truly miraculous."

"That's right," Wu Chushanren said slowly and weakly, "A live burial only takes five days to integrate with the earth's five-element magnetic field. The first day is metal, which is associated with transformation, possessing austerity and change. It is born from the earth, thus benefiting Huang Jianguo, the third generation of the Huang family, who has been resurrected several times, and whose resentment is growing stronger each day."

"Uncle Shanren, Meng Hongbing is also a third generation member, so why didn't he benefit from the power of the Taiji Yin Aura?" Han Sheng asked, puzzled.

Wu Chushan pondered for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "I think it's because Meng Zhuqi's mother is already a skeleton. A Taiji Yin-Yang burial takes five days to complete the five elements, a corpse burial takes fifty days, and a skeletal burial takes five hundred days. At this time, Meng Hongbing would have already died at Liu Jinmo's hands before he could even set out."

At this moment, Lan'er walked to Han Sheng's side, her eyes red, and said softly, "Feng Sheng was shot, he's probably dying soon..."

Han Sheng stared at Feng Sheng lying on the bed in the east room, barely alive. His face was deathly pale, his eyes were closed, and he was unconscious. There was a bullet hole in his left chest, stained with dark brown blood.

"Feng Sheng has pneumothorax; he needs surgery immediately," Han Sheng thought.

"Han Sheng, the bullet hit his heart. I've already pressed several acupoints on him. I wonder if he can still be saved?" Wu Chushan asked doubtfully.

Han Sheng smiled slightly and said, "Fortunately, he's a 'right-hearted person,' meaning his heart is on the right side, so the bullet only pierced his lung."

"A right-hearted person?" Wu Chushan looked at Feng Sheng with surprise.

"According to the records in the book, a right-hearted person is also called a 'mirror image person,' with their heart on the right and liver on the left, all their internal organs reversed. It's said that the probability of this happening is one in several million, extremely rare," Han Sheng explained.

"Should we take Feng Sheng to the hospital?" Lan'er asked worriedly.

"If we take him to the hospital, the gunshot wound will attract the attention of the police," Wu Chushan replied cautiously.

"I'll perform the surgery," Han Sheng said. Since successfully performing open surgery on the disabled child at the Tianmen Inn in Xiangxi, he felt confident.

"We need to go to Wuyuan County to buy all the surgical instruments and medicine," Wu Chushan reminded him.

"I think Feng Sheng's condition is relatively stable. Let me deal with the bodies of Buhuagu Mao Yishi and Liangzi before heading to the county," Han Sheng said.

"It's a pity I can't help you," Wu Chushan sighed in frustration.

"I can manage myself," Han Sheng said, then had Lan'er find two burlap sacks. They went to the courtyard and put the two corpses into them. Liangzi was a woman, weighing less than 100 jin (50 kg), and the Undying Bone Grass's bite was a Taiyin Refining Form, equivalent to the weight of bones.

"I'll go with you," Lan'er said, carrying the burlap sacks containing the Undying Bone Grass on her back, and grabbing an iron hoe. Han Sheng carried Liangzi's corpse, and the two hurried towards the foot of Nanshan Mountain.

Passing through the bamboo forest, Han Sheng immediately noticed that the original site of the Zhu family's ancestral grave had been dug up. Pine branches, yellow soil, and some fragmented limbs were scattered on the ground, and the soil still smelled of black gunpowder. Beside the grave lay a charred corpse, its abdomen torn open, its internal organs scattered, and a bite taken out of its heart, which fell to the ground. Next to it was a piece of uneaten large intestine. He recognized the deceased as Heize.

Lan'er threw down the sack, squatted down, and vomited.

"This must have been Huang Jianguo's doing," Han Sheng muttered to himself. He put down the sack, went over, and gently patted Lan'er's back, comforting her. "Lan'er, don't be afraid. I'll throw them all into the tomb now." Han Sheng

peered into the depths of the tomb and discovered that a violent explosion had occurred inside, affecting the thousand-year-old white-haired corpse.

"Alas, old master, I never thought that after a thousand years, you would suffer such a calamity. I'll bury you in the ground." Han Sheng sighed and picked up a hoe to dig. He thought the corpse was the jailer from back then, unaware that it was none other than Guo Pu, the renowned master of Yi studies in the Western Jin Dynasty.

After filling the bottommost ancient tomb, Han Sheng threw Liangzi, Heize, and all the severed limbs into the pit and quickly filled it in. The auspicious feng shui site "Shrimp Whiskers and Crab Eyes" was thus filled with a messy pile of graves.

"Brother Mao, you died for Han Sheng, and I have no way to repay you. Perhaps I should bury you in the Taiji Yin Halo. If you have descendants, I hope their lives will be better." Han Sheng said helplessly to the burlap sack.

In the bushes, the pit of the Taiji Yin Halo was still there, left by Ye Lao after he dug up Mao's corpse. Han Sheng untied the burlap sack and gently placed the body of the incorruptible Mao Yishi into the pit, letting him recline as comfortably as possible.

"Brother Mao, from now on, there may never be another chivalrous hero like you in society. Don't worry, Brother Mao, you won't be lonely. Han Sheng will definitely come to see you often and keep you company..." Han Sheng's heart ached, and tears welled up in his eyes.

The Taiji Yin Halo was finally filled. Han Sheng stepped forward and bowed several times, then took Lan'er's hand and walked down the mountain.

That night, the preparations for the surgery were complete. All the herbs, Western medicines, and surgical instruments were purchased by Han Sheng at the county pharmacy that afternoon. The anesthetic used was still Mafeisan from the *Qingnang Jing*, a formula containing several herbs including datura flower, raw aconite, angelica root, angelica dahurica, chuanxiong rhizome, and stir-fried arisaema. Han Sheng had only hastily prepared it before evening and immediately administered it to Feng Sheng. Since

there was no electricity, Han Sheng had bought several flashlights and asked Lan'er and her father to each shine them from different angles, making the image quite clear.

"Mafeisan, it's been lost for 1700 years..." Wu Chushan sighed with emotion.

"It's mainly the scopolamine in the datura flower that's working..." Han Sheng explained.

"Don't talk, be careful with disinfection," Dudu reminded him from the roof beam.

Han Sheng first disinfected the skin with iodine and alcohol, then gently cut open Feng Sheng's chest cavity with a scalpel... Lan'er quickly closed her eyes, her face pale, unable to bear the sight.

Feng Sheng's heart was indeed on the right side and undamaged. The bullet had pierced between two ribs, creating a small hole in his left lung, causing a pneumothorax. It hadn't damaged the pulmonary artery, so there wasn't much blood clots inside, and his injury was much less severe than that of the disabled child.

"Like pig's internal organs..." Dudu muttered, tilting his head.

Han Sheng carefully used tweezers to reach into the bullet hole in the lung and gently removed the bullet. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They then cleaned the blood clots and disinfected the wound, before using a large sewing needle to suture it. Han Sheng still didn't know how to use Western medical instruments, so a sewing needle was much faster.

The surgery was completed in less than an hour. Wu Chushan was almost exhausted and was quickly helped to rest by Lan'er.

Lan'er prepared some late-night snacks for Han Sheng and his father, while Grandpa remained in bed resting, with Xiao Caihua sleeping beside him. The ghost baby was not only frightened today, but also had much of its life force drained by Huang Jianguo, leaving it extremely weak and asleep early.

"Has Mo Mo still not been found?" Wu Chushan asked.

"No news at all," Han Sheng sighed. "Police General Chao Phraya Khun Sawan of the Thai Police Headquarters has already given Mo Mo's portrait to police stations across the country, but there's still no word. He said the baby girl is very likely no longer in Thailand."

"There are many countries in the Indochina Peninsula and Southeast Asia; finding her will be extremely difficult," Wu Chushan said worriedly.

"The only thing the Ancestor cared about was her daughter. If Han Sheng can't find Zu Mo, she won't rest in peace..." Han Sheng said painfully.

Wu Chushan remained silent for a long time before slowly comforting her, saying, "Hansheng, don't blame yourself too much. I believe that as long as everyone searches diligently, we will eventually find her."

"Official Lu has already commissioned the world-renowned Pinkerton Private Detective Agency in the United States to investigate Zu Mo's whereabouts," Hansheng told Wu Chushan.

The man gazed at the night sky outside the window, lost in thought, and said, "What I'm worried about is whether that 'Great Yin Man' Huang Jianguo is truly dead..."

Chapter 418

Before the verdant Dazhang Mountains, a small village resembled a light ink landscape painting. Hui-style houses with black tiles and flying eaves were adorned with bamboo and ancient trees, and a cascading stream flowed

swiftly. Village girls washed clothes in the ancient village, creating a tranquil and serene scene. A swirling blue mist shot out from the forest, "plop," and fell into the stream, drifting downstream... On the stone steps at the entrance of the village, a strange, white-haired man, soaking wet, shakily climbed ashore.

A group of women squatting by the stream washing clothes screamed in terror… This person’s face was covered with wrinkles, layer upon layer, his pupils were hazy gray as if veiled, ten bulging pale blue fleshy nodules grew around his neck, his hands were withered like chicken claws, he opened his mouth and vomited water continuously, his yellowish-brown teeth were jagged.

“Are you a human or a ghost?” an older village woman stood up and asked bravely.

This person was Huang Jianguo.

The “Exorcism Mantra” of the Great Treasure Dharma King of Tantric Buddhism was fighting against the Central Plains Corpse Absorption Technique in his body. Tantric Buddhism says that there are three channels corresponding to the three souls in the human brain: the left channel is the Heavenly Soul Channel, the middle channel is the Human Soul Channel, and the right channel is the Earthly Soul Channel. From the Baihui point on the top of the head to the Huiyin point under the groin, a total of seven chakras and seven lotus flowers are formed. The energy difference of these seven lotus flowers forms the seven souls of a person. The ten Buddhist beads transformed into ten knotted fleshy balls, forming a "neck lock" that firmly bound Huang Jianguo's three neck meridians, severing the connection between his brain and his dantian (energy center), and forcefully expelling demonic thoughts.

Guo Pu's "Intermediate State Corpse Absorption Technique," performed in an intermediate state, roams between humans and ghosts, using this evil art to absorb the seven spirits of humans and the remnants of ghosts' souls. His vision and thoughts originate from his brain, while his stored energy is stored in his dantian. Now that the passage is severed, the magnetic field of the "Exorcism Spell" in Huang Jianguo's brain repels and influences Guo Pu's intermediate state biomagnetic field, eventually becoming a tangled mess.

If Huang Jianguo had spent forty-nine days in the ancient tomb nourishing himself and received Guo Pu's full magnetic field, he might not have lost to the Tantric "Exorcism Spell," but with only seven or eight tenths of its power, it would be insufficient to resist. The stalemate resulted in Huang Jianguo losing all the melanin in his hair, turning him into a white-haired old man. The collagen in his facial skin oxidized and mutated, forming layers of wrinkles. His optic nerve was also damaged, his lens became cloudy, and he was partially blind. His teeth loosened and fell out, becoming uneven. More importantly, even his thinking became muddled.

Huang Jianguo didn't answer the village woman. His nostrils flared incessantly, and his gray pupils stared intently at her abdomen, yet he seemed unable to see clearly. His eyelids blinked constantly, and he hissed as he inhaled… After a moment, he spoke, "Are you a woman?" His voice was old and hoarse, with a hissing sound like a rattlesnake.

The village woman was startled, gripping her wooden washing mallet tightly. The other village women also gathered around, mallets in hand.

"Where is the capital?" the strange man continued his hissing.

"What capital? Get out of here!" the village girls shouted, raising their sticks.

"Who's asking about the capital?" An old man with a white beard walked along the stone path by the river, carrying a load of Chinese herbs and homemade dog-skin plasters on his shoulder.

"Uncle Bai, it's this strange old man," the women said all at once.

Bai Yigao, the village dog-skin plaster seller, was a man of many experiences. He looked at the old man, who was soaking wet and had an unusually ugly appearance, and asked, "Where do you come from, and where are you going?"

"Me?" Huang Jianguo thought for a moment and said very seriously, "I come from the capital, and I'm going to the capital..."

Bai Yigao was a kind old man. He tilted his head and carefully examined the fleshy growth on Huang Jianguo's neck. He said with concern, "I have 'red plaster' here that's specially made for treating boils. It's an ancient formula and quite effective. Otherwise, your neck will rot very quickly." After saying that, without waiting for the other man's consent, he immediately took out ten small red plasters.

Huang Jianguo picked up a red plaster and brought it to his eyes. He vaguely saw a round red sun in the center of the square white cotton paper. He suddenly remembered seeing something like this before, "Rizanwan..." he muttered a Japanese word—the Japanese Rising Sun Flag.

"What did you say?" Bai Yigao asked, puzzled, not having heard him clearly.

Huang Jianguo didn't answer, his brow furrowed in deep thought.

"Sigh, I, Old Bai, will do this to the end. I'll put it on for you, it'll be a little trouble." Bai Yigao took out a match, melted the red plaster, and applied it one by one to the lumps on Huang Jianguo's neck. Now, a ring of bright red Japanese flags appeared around his neck. This

red plaster was based on an ancient prescription from the medical text *Jisheng*, made from rosin, alum, frankincense, myrrh, and dragon's blood, among other Chinese herbs. It was used to draw out pus and toxins, specifically treating boils and carbuncles, and was commonly sold at market stalls in the past.

"Alright, I, Old Bai, am going to the county town market anyway, so I'll take you there. It's closer to the capital." Bai Yigao chuckled, winked at the village women, and led Huang Jianguo away.

"Do you have a name?" Bai Yigao asked on the way.

Huang Jianguo fell into deeper thought upon hearing this.

Bai Yigao sighed, thinking, "So he's a madman." He then shut up and said nothing more. He had no idea that this man was the young government official who, last year, led the militia and, based on the clues he had reported, found the body of Director Jing of the county hospital in the Immortal Cave at the foot of Dazhang Mountain.

At the market, the county town was packed with people, carrying baskets and children, a lively scene. Passersby stopped to watch Huang Jianguo's strange appearance, pointing and gossiping.

"Is he a Japanese devil?" a little boy asked his mother, pointing at the red plaster on Huang Jianguo's neck.

"No," his mother told him.

"Then why does he have so many plasters on his neck?" the boy muttered in confusion.

Bai Yigao dragged Huang Jianguo to the long-distance bus station, pointed, and said, "Those buses go to Beijing. You'd better watch yourself." With that, he hopped on his carrying pole and headed towards the market.

Huang Jianguo, bewildered, walked into the bus station parking lot and was immediately ushered out by the staff, leaving him standing alone on the road.

A fragrant aroma of wontons wafted over, and Huang Jianguo instinctively turned around. There was a noodle stall by the roadside, steaming hot, with villagers slurping down wonton soup.

Huang Jianguo swallowed hard, walked straight to the stall, picked up a bowl, and started drinking.

"You filthy beggar! How dare you steal my wontons!" a burly man roared, slapping Huang Jianguo across the face.

Unexpectedly, Huang Jianguo didn't care at all and slurped down the entire bowl of wontons.

The man became even angrier and kicked him, causing him to stumble. Huang Jianguo turned and ran, the man still cursing behind him.

Ahead was a freight truck that had just started moving. Huang Jianguo reached out and grabbed the back of the truck bed, climbed up, and dove into the cargo bed. The truck roared away.

The next morning, in a thatched hut in Nanshan Village, Feng Sheng finally woke up.

"Han Sheng, you're finally back..." he said weakly.

Han Sheng smiled slightly and said, "Feng Sheng, thanks to you protecting Lan'er, the bullet has been removed. You're very strong, don't worry, you'll recover soon."

Lan'er was busy making breakfast in the kitchen. Shen Caihua slowly climbed out of bed, naked, and staggered behind Lan'er, weakly saying, "Lan'er, Mom, I'm hungry."

Lan'er was stunned and said in surprise, "You said you want to eat?"

The ghost baby nodded.

Lan'er lifted the lid of the steamer, took out a steamed bun, and handed it to Shen Caihua, saying, "Do you really want to eat?"

Little Caihua took the bun and, without saying a word, took a big bite, swallowing it without chewing, his little face turning red from choking.

"Caihua, Caihua, you have to chew your food slowly, don't you understand?" Dudu shouted from the water vat.

Han Sheng came out from the east room upon hearing this and was pleasantly surprised to see the ghost infant gnawing on the steamed bun... "Caihua, you can eat food now." His eyes quietly moistened.

Shen Caihua was an infant, and his dantian had a limited capacity. Huang Jianguo's "Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique" had forcefully drained his energy, leaving him with almost no Zhu You Divine Skill or the vengeful ghost energy of the Yin Corpse Shen Caihua. Only a small Zhu You Relic, the size of a broad bean, had grown inside his skull.

In the following months, the ghost baby's malevolent aura disappeared, and it even started wearing clothes. Aside from becoming increasingly introverted and preferring to meditate quietly alone, it was otherwise almost identical to a normal baby.

Han Sheng made a special trip to Shen Tianhu's house. His wife, pregnant and nearing her due date, turned deathly pale at the mention of Shen Caihua's name. They were determined not to get rid of the vampire baby, which had been born from a corpse, and pleaded with Han Sheng to handle it himself.

Han Sheng was delighted and excitedly ran back to tell Lan'er, saying that, frankly, no one could bear to part with little Caihua.

Feng Sheng and Old Master Ye had also fully recovered, and finally, one day, they were to leave.

Han Sheng took out 100,000 yuan and gave it to Feng Sheng, but Old Master Ye declined Han Sheng's offer, saying that he neither ate nor drank, so what use was money to him?

"Hansheng, you were born with 4 arches, 2 reverses, and 4 whorls, a 47-chromosome syndrome, destined to have no offspring. You should be prepared," Feng Sheng whispered to Hansheng before leaving.

Hansheng smiled slightly: "If that's fate, so be it. Anyway, with Xiaocai, Lan'er and I are content in this life."

They left, leaving Nanshan Village. Feng Sheng went to Tangshan, while Ye Lao and Lao Cuihua returned to their hometown in Huanglongfu, Guandong.

Every few days, Hansheng would go to the county post office to make an international call to Hong Kong to inquire about Momo's situation from Lu Taiguan.

"Hansheng, please rest assured, I will entrust the Pinkerton Private Detective Agency in the United States to investigate until the child is found," Lu Taiguan assured him.

That evening, Hansheng said to Wu Chushanren: "Uncle Shanren, can I marry Lan'er?"

"Of course." Tears slowly dripped from Wu Chushanren's eyes.

Chapter 419

On April 21, 1976, Xinhua News Agency reported: Recently, a meteorite shower, rare in world history, fell over Jilin Province in Northeast my country. On the afternoon of March 8th of this year, a meteorite, following the Earth's orbit around the sun, entered the Earth's atmosphere at a speed of over ten kilometers per second. Due to intense friction with the dense atmosphere, the meteorite burned and glowed as it reached the skies over Jilin Province, becoming a large fireball. It exploded at 15:01:59 on the 8th over Jinzhu Commune, a suburb of Jilin City. After the explosion, the meteorite scattered in a radial pattern in all directions. Numerous small meteorites were scattered in the suburbs of Jilin City… The three largest meteorites continued flying west-southwest along their original trajectory… When the last meteorite hit the ground at 3:02:36 PM, it broke through a 1.7-meter-thick layer of permafrost and sank 6.5 meters underground, creating a crater 3 meters deep and more than 2 meters in diameter. The resulting shockwave reached tens of meters high, and debris flew hundreds of meters away. More than one million people heard the thunderous roar from the heavens… The three largest meteorites each weighed over 100 kilograms, with the largest weighing 1770 kilograms, far exceeding the weight of the largest meteorite currently in the world (1078 kilograms) held in the United States. This meteor shower, in terms of quantity, weight, and the range of its impact, is unprecedented in the world… On the afternoon of April 22nd, in the Juxiang Study in Zhongnanhai, Beijing, a burly man stood by the window with his hands behind his back, slowly saying: “There is a school of thought in China called the interaction between Heaven and Man, which says that when there are major changes on Earth, Nature will show signs, giving people a warning—good omens for good fortune, and bad omens for bad fortune. If the earth shakes and large rocks fall from the sky, it means people will die… In the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Zhuge Liang and Zhao Yun both died when rocks fell upon them, and…” Flagpole. Great figures, celebrities, truly extraordinary; even their deaths are remarkable, unforgettable. All afternoon, he stood silently by the window, gazing at the gradually darkening sky for a long, long time… as if the mysterious, dim sky held words only he could understand… News of the meteorite shower spread like wildfire among the people. They whispered that three large stones falling from the sky meant three great figures in the Central Plains would surely pass away. On January 8th of the year, Premier Zhou Enlai died; who would be next? People speculated anxiously… On July 6th of the same year, news spread from Beijing that Chairman Zhu De had passed away… In the early morning of July 28, 1976, the entire North China Plain trembled violently. Twelve kilometers underground in Tangshan, it felt as if four hundred Hiroshima atomic bombs had suddenly exploded. The Tangshan 7.8 magnitude earthquake was the most devastating natural disaster of the 20th century, killing 250,000 and injuring 700,000.

A few days later, a disheveled old beggar appeared on the bustling Wangfujing Street in Beijing. He leaned on a wooden cane, his white hair matted and sticky, his face wrinkled, a thick, knotted neck covered in dirty red plasters, his hands withered like chicken claws, and a broken porcelain bowl at his feet containing a few coins.

The beggar's eyes were dull and bewildered as he stared at passersby. Whenever a particularly pretty young woman passed by, he would unconsciously reach down to his crotch, touching his testicles, muttering something in his throat. Occasionally, a sharp-eared person would recognize the words "Mingyue" (bright moon)... At the foot of Meili Snow Mountain, in the courtyard of Tabalin Monastery, a monkey with flowing yellow fur was sweating profusely, wielding a long axe to chop firewood. A group of small monkeys sat on a high stack of firewood, playing among themselves.

Inside the prayer hall, the air was filled with the soft chanting of Buddhist scriptures. A beautiful Khenpo, whose face was serene and refined, was presiding over the daily chanting of the novice nuns. She was Mingyue, the abbot of Tabaling Monastery.

Above the prayer hall hung a huge thangka depicting the "Six Realms of Rebirth." A gigantic monster with long claws and three eyes, resembling a black bear, sat on the ground, embracing a large wheel-shaped circle. Around the circle were painted various figures and depictions of evil deeds such as burning, killing, adultery, fraud, robbery, theft, eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling. Several streams of air divided the wheel into six paths. The first path, with its magnificent palaces amidst five-colored clouds, resembled a fairyland and was called the "Heavenly Path." The second path, encompassing the common people and ordinary society, was called the "Human Path." The third path, filled with the smoke of battle and the elements of water, fire, drought, and flood, was called the "Asura Path." The fourth path, with male and female ghosts, their mouths emitting smoke and their bodies emaciated, was subjected to severe torture and was called the "Hungry Ghost Path." The fifth path, containing pigs, dogs, cattle, horses, fish, shellfish, and insects, was called the "Animal Path." The sixth path, with its mountains of knives, valleys of ice, and seas of fire, was a hellish realm where ghosts and monsters suffered torment and was called the "Hell Path."

"Ping'er, explain the 'Six Paths of Reincarnation'," Mingyue said, pointing to a young novice nun in front of her as she looked at the nuns below the stage.

“Yes, Master. The *Dirgha āgama* says that a person's destiny in the next life depends mainly on their actions in this life. If one accumulates good deeds, refrains from all evil, and practices all good, one can enter the realm of gods and humans. If one has many bad deeds, one will fall into the animal or hell realms…” the young novice nun said in her childish voice.

Mingyue stepped down from the platform, left the scripture hall, and went to the hillside outside the temple.

On the snowy plateau, under a blue sky and white clouds, a lone Himalayan eagle soared in the desolate sky, ancient and desolate.

She reached out and stroked the blood-red gemstone heart pendant around her neck, her eyes silently gazing at the eastern horizon… “Master, are you still thinking about him?” Ping’er’s soft voice came from behind her.

Mingyue didn’t answer, and after a long while, let out a long sigh.

“Master, are you crying?” Ping’er said.

Two cold tears clung to the corners of Mingyue's eyes as she murmured, "Life is like a dream, the world is impermanent, cause and effect are intermittent, all is illusion..." She then turned and walked towards the temple, the sound of intermittent chanting carried on the wind, "...It was a year of the dragon, monks and nuns came from the east, evil would descend upon Tabalin Temple, when Mingyue returned to Kawagebo, after the calamity, the guardian spirit of King Gesar awakened..."

Night fell over the capital, and raindrops pattered down from the sky.

In the suite of the Jingxi Hotel, the lights were off. In the darkness, the leader sat motionless on the sofa, like a zombie.

The door opened gently, and the secretary entered.

"Sir, there's news from Jiangxi. Zhu Hansheng has returned to Wuyuan, the bank has unfrozen the funds, and it's said that the local government has agreed to use the money to build a rural hospital in Nanshan Village," the secretary reported softly.

"Hmm," the leader groaned weakly.

"In the recent Tangshan earthquake, relevant authorities have confirmed that Feng Sheng and his entire family perished," the secretary continued.

"Very well," the leader snorted again.

"The former Japanese Deputy Consul General in China, Kurosawa, remains missing, and no trace of him has been found," the secretary said in a low, hoarse voice.

The leader remained silent.

"Sir, regarding the Geda prophecy, what should we do next?" the secretary cautiously inquired.

"This matter is closed. All relevant files and materials have been destroyed, as if it never happened," the leader said slowly, rising to his feet.

"Yes," the secretary quietly withdrew, gently closing the door behind him.

The leader stood silently before the French windows, gazing at the rain-soaked streets, the hurried pedestrians. "Alas… the Year of the Dragon, the ninth day of the ninth month, man proposes, God disposes, it's all over…" he sighed helplessly.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away from the capital, in Fenglingdu on the Yellow River in Hedong, Shanxi…

Under the cover of night, in a small tavern beside the ancient ferry crossing, a gaunt old man sat by the window, dressed in a long gray robe, his gaze somber, silently drinking his wine. Outside, the Yellow River turned eastward, flowing quietly.

For thousands of years, Fenglingdu had been a crucial crossing point for the Yellow River's westward journey into Qin and Jin. The Jin dynasty poet Zhao Zizhen once wrote in his poem "On Fenglingdu": "A single river divides north and south, the Central Plains' spirit remains intact. Clouds and mountains connect to the land of Jin, smoke and trees enter the Qin plains."

Master Jin poured himself a drink, glancing at the calendar on the wall: September 9th.

During the day, in Ruicheng, Hedong, he had made a long-distance call to the capital… "Director, this is Jia Shiming," Master Jin said.

"Stop investigating the Geda prophecy," the director said calmly.

"Why?" Master Jin felt a sense of unease.

"The Chairman passed away early this morning. The successor has been chosen, and everything is over." The director's voice was filled with sorrow.

Master Jin slowly put down the phone. Yes, it was all finally over.

Chapter 420 Epilogue

On the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Year of the Dragon, after countless trials and tribulations, Hansheng and Lan'er finally got married. Late

the next night, in the bridal chamber of the thatched house in the east of Nanshan Village, two large red candles quietly dripped wax. Outside the window, a bright moon hung lonely in the night sky, its clear, cool light shining through the windowpanes into the bridal chamber. Hansheng and Lan'er nestled happily together, silently gazing at the distant Milky Way.

"Hansheng, the elders say 'the moon is fullest on the sixteenth,' why is that?" Lan'er whispered in Hansheng's arms.

“When I was little, my father told me that the new moon on the first day of the lunar month is called ‘Shuo’, and the full moon on the fifteenth is called ‘Wang’. The fullest full moon, ‘Wang,’ often falls on the night of the sixteenth. Hmm… I guess nothing in this world is perfect; there are always some imperfections,” Hansheng replied.

“Perhaps…” Lan’er said softly.

“Knock, knock, knock…” A knocking sound suddenly rang out. “Hansheng, I know the meaning of the Geda prophecy!” It was Wu Chushanren’s excited and urgent voice outside the door.

Hansheng and Lan’er quickly put on their clothes and got out of bed, rushing into the east room.

“Hansheng, Shanren is so amazing…” Dudu stood on the table, flapping its wings admiringly.

“Chairman Mao was born in the nineteenth year of the Guangxu reign of the Qing Dynasty. His birth chart is Gui Si year, Jia Zi month, Ding You day. Today is Bing Chen year, Bing Shen month…” Wu Chushanren calculated with his fingers.

“Father, stop nitpicking! I don’t understand,” Lan’er urged with a smile.

“Okay,” Wu Chushan smiled slightly, then hurriedly said, “Chairman Mao was born on December 26, 1893, and passed away early this morning at the age of 83. Geda Living Buddha met him in 1935, and it was at the Zunyi Conference that year that Mao Zedong’s leadership was confirmed. It has been exactly 41 years since then…”

Han Sheng was startled and blurted out, “8341!”

“Yes, the number 8341 actually refers to Chairman Mao’s lifespan of 83 years and 41 years in power. Han Sheng, this is the secret of Geda’s prophetic number,” Wu Chushan said proudly.

“Then, next…” Han Sheng said somewhat uneasily.

“Han Sheng, quickly take out the old sheepskin,” Wu Chushan said urgently.

Han Sheng returned to the west room, took the tattered sheepskin from the shroud's pocket, and carefully held it up to the light of the oil lamp... 83418705730785089308...04... (the last set was completely illegible). Wu Chushanren's gaze was fixed on the second set of numbers, and he said, "8705... According to the previous calculations, this person who entered the Central Plains will live to be 87, and will only reign for 5 years..."

"I heard on the radio that Chairman Mao's successor is Hua Guofeng," Han Sheng said.

"I heard that too. Hua Guofeng was born in 1921, so he should be 55 years old this year. That means he has 32 years left to live, and should die in 2008, but..." Wu Chushanren calculated.

"Only 5 years in power!" Han Sheng and Wu Chushanren said in unison.

The two looked at each other, speechless for a long time.

After a long silence, Han Sheng finally spoke, "Why only five years?"

Wu Chushan hesitated and pondered, "Perhaps... he's stepped down, but his lifespan hasn't ended, and he still has to live his life."

"Then who's next?" Han Sheng asked, looking at the set of numbers.

"7307, this person's lifespan is 73 years, and he'll rule for 7 years. Who could it be?" Wu Chushan shook his head, unable to give a clear answer.

"Father, keeping this at home might cause trouble..." Lan'er said fearfully.

"Han Sheng, destroy it," Wu Chushan said seriously.

"Destroy the Geda Prophecy?" Han Sheng looked at the man in surprise.

"Yes, keeping it is a disaster. Those politicians might come after you again. The key is that the will of Heaven cannot be defied. If we try to artificially change the course of history, the world will likely face many more troubles..." Wu Chushan said heavily.

Han Sheng thought for a moment, then looked up at Lan'er, who nodded resolutely.

Han Sheng spoke slowly and solemnly, "Danba Lama, for the sake of the people's peaceful lives, please forgive me for failing to fulfill your last wish to preserve the Geda Prophecy forever. I am truly sorry..." With that, he sighed and gently lit the old sheepskin over the oil lamp.

Thick smoke rose slowly, and a burnt smell filled the air.

The Geda Living Buddha's prophecy from forty-one years ago, this old sheepskin that so many had fought so fiercely for, gradually turned to ashes... Time flies, years pass quickly, and many years have gone by.

Every day, patients from all over the Central Plains flock to the "Nanshan Rural Hospital." Food, lodging, and treatment are all free. No matter how difficult or complicated the illness, it can generally be cured here. Han Sheng has truly realized his ambition to "heal the sick and save lives."

Mo Mo was still nowhere to be found. The Pinkerton Private Detective Agency searched throughout the Indochina Peninsula and Southeast Asia, but still found no trace of her.

Shen Caihua gradually grew up, often enjoying solitary contemplation, but no one knew what he was thinking.

The tiny relic of incantation inside the infant ghost's skull is also growing day by day...

(The End)

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