The Corpse Clothes of the Green Bag [Complete] - 27

Chapter 340

Master Jin made his move silently. Han Sheng was completely unprepared, only to feel three tingling sensations in his lower back, followed by an intense chill as if his entire waist had been plunged into ice water. He immediately realized that three acupoints on his extraordinary meridian (Dai Mai, Wu Shu, and Wei Dao) had been severely sealed.

Han Sheng slowly turned around, his clear eyes looking at the Master Jin with surprise.

Master Jin smiled awkwardly and said, "Han Sheng, I'm sorry, I did this for your own good. I sealed your Dai Mai so you won't wander aimlessly in this vast rainforest searching for the wrinkled baby girl anymore. Otherwise, when the rainy season comes, everyone will perish in the miasma, including Shen Caihua."

"What exactly do you want to do?" Han Sheng said coldly.

"I'll take you out of the rainforest and back to Blue Moon Valley. I promised Lan'er that I would safely return you to her side on the night of the full moon next lunar month. But I know you will never turn back without finding the wrinkled baby girl. I had no choice but to resort to this." Master Jin explained, his face somewhat blank.

Han Sheng knew that the Belt Meridian was one of the eight extraordinary meridians, along with the Governing Vessel, Conception Vessel, Penetrating Vessel, Yin Wei Meridian, Yang Wei Meridian, Yin Qiao Meridian, and Yang Qiao Meridian. Unlike the twelve regular meridians, they were not directly connected to the internal organs and had no exterior-interior relationship. They "traveled differently," hence the name "extraordinary meridians." The Belt Meridian

ran horizontally around the waist, like a belt, hence its name. This extraordinary meridian had three acupoints: the Belt Meridian Acupoint, the Five Pivot Acupoint, and the Wei Dao Acupoint. Now, all three had been sealed by Master Jin's Heavenly Gang Qi Gong. Although his lower body was cold, it did not affect his walking; only his legs could not move as quickly as a fly's eye. It seemed that Master Jin was only afraid that he would escape and did not seem to have any intention of harming him.

"Hansheng, as you know, your belt meridian is sealed, but you can still walk and live without much trouble. Once we reach Blue Moon Valley, I will immediately unseal your acupoints and then apologize profusely," Master Jin said with an apologetic smile. Hansheng

glanced at Master Jin. This man was cunning and decisive. His acupoints were currently sealed, making escape difficult, especially with the infant Shen Caihua beside him. If Master Jin were to lose his temper, he might harm the child; the tragic death of their ancestor was a stark warning.

"Alright, I'll go with you. But after we return to the valley, I will still come out to continue searching for the wrinkled baby girl," Hansheng said with a feigned sigh, secretly planning to take things one step at a time. He needed more time to figure out how to unseal his acupoints himself.

Shen Caihua stared blankly at Hansheng, seemingly not understanding what was happening.

"Caihua, take the suction tube, let's go," Hansheng gently picked up Shen Caihua.

"Hansheng, the child is quite heavy, why don't you let me carry her?" Master Jin said with concern.

“No need, the child is used to me,” Han Sheng politely declined. He felt a little more at ease knowing Xiao Caihua was in his hands.

Seeing this, Master Jin said nothing more, took the remaining roasted meat, extinguished the campfire, and strode off. The three of them then headed north.

Since Master Jin was going to take him back to Blue Moon Valley, why was he avoiding Mingyue and Yuanmu? Han Sheng vaguely sensed that Master Jin might have ulterior motives.

Several days later, Master Jin, Han Sheng, and Xiao Caihua finally emerged from the primeval forests of northern Myanmar, crossed the Nu River, returned to China, and then traversed the Gaoligong Mountains, arriving in Tengchong soon after.

Tengchong is located on the western border of Yunnan, bordering Myanmar to the west, and is known as the “First City on the Extreme Border.” The distance from Myitkyina, the capital of Kachin State in Myanmar, to Tengchong is approximately 217 kilometers.

Outside the ancient city, towering azaleas, bald cypresses, ginkgo trees, and other tall tropical trees are everywhere, along with vibrant Yunnan camellias, a stark contrast to the water town scenery of my hometown, Wuyuan.

Beside the road stands a lush, verdant hill, at the foot of which flows a clear river. A tall memorial tombstone emerges from the greenery, weathered and dilapidated, yet still retaining its imposing and tragic presence. A

passerby tells Hansheng that this is the Tengchong National Cemetery, built in 1945 on the eve of the victory in the War of Resistance against Japan. Covering nearly a hundred acres, it was established by the people of various ethnic groups in Tengchong to commemorate the soldiers of the 20th Army of the Chinese Expeditionary Force who died in the battle to capture Tengchong. In the summer of 1944, to complete the strategic plan of opening the Burma Road, the 20th Army Group of the Chinese Expeditionary Force launched a counter-offensive with six divisions against the invading Japanese army occupying Tengchong. They recaptured Tengchong, annihilating 6,000 Japanese soldiers, including Colonel Yasumi Kurashige, regimental commander. The Chinese army also suffered over 9,000 casualties, including Major General Li Yi and Qin Zibin, and 19 American soldiers.

"They're alright; they died on their own soil. At least they'll have people to pay their respects on Qingming and Hanshi Festivals. But the more than 50,000 souls of the Expeditionary Force who died in the Savage Mountain still wander in the vast tropical rainforest, completely forgotten..." Han Sheng said softly, gazing at the low tombstones among the trees.

"Han Sheng, you're too kind-hearted. Lan'er is a good girl, but it's a pity that following you in this life might not be a blessing," sighed Master Jin.

Han Sheng looked up at the Taoist priest in surprise and asked in confusion, "Taoist Priest Jin, what do you mean by this?"

Taoist Priest Jin said solemnly, "Han Sheng, you possess the medical skills of the Qingnang School, which should be enough for you to make a living. Although you may not have fine clothes and delicacies, you will have enough to eat and wear. Lan'er is beautiful and intelligent, and she is good at managing the household. Why don't you two stay in the countryside and live a peaceful life? But you have risked your life to venture into the martial world and become involved in a pointless struggle over the prophecy of Geda. Your family is worried sick day and night because of you, and your own life is in danger. What is the point of this?"

Han Sheng remained silent upon hearing this.

"With your cunning and nature, how can you possibly defeat those bloodthirsty and cruel political forces? Take my advice and give it up. Being a commoner may mean a lowly life, but it is no shorter than that of those high-ranking officials and nobles," Taoist Priest Jin said sincerely.

“I’ve already given up. The Geda Prophecy is lost, and Hansheng hasn’t gone looking for it anymore. Now, as long as we rescue the wrinkled baby girl and Lan’er and I raise these two babies, we’ll be content,” Hansheng argued.

“Yes, Hansheng, didn’t Danba Lama tell you how to decipher the so-called Geda Prophecy numbers?” Master Jin asked.

“No,” Hansheng answered truthfully.

Master Jin’s gaze was fixed on Hansheng’s eyes; he knew Hansheng wasn’t lying.

Tengchong Heshun Ancient Town, formerly known as Yangwentun, was built during the Ming Dynasty’s Hongwu era as a military garrison, boasting over 600 years of history and a population of over 4,000. The town’s residences rise gradually from east to west, nestled around the mountains. Ancient temples, ancestral halls, and Ming and Qing dynasty buildings are scattered around this small basin. A clear stream winds through the village, and willows sway along its banks, making it a very distinctive town in western Yunnan.

“Let’s stay here tonight,” Master Jin said, gazing at the ancient town bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Han Sheng seemed to be deep in thought. Hearing the Taoist priest's question, he paused for a moment, then mechanically nodded. He had finally figured out a way to break the blockage of his belt meridian acupoints.

The residents of the ancient city were mostly Wa, Lisu, and Achang people. At dusk, smoke curled from every chimney, and the aroma of rice filled the air, making everyone hungry.

They found an inn in the city center and settled in.

"Han Sheng, let's go out to eat first. Sigh, I haven't had a drink in days, I'm about to die of pent-up hunger," the Taoist priest muttered.

Han Sheng nodded, holding Shen Caihua's hand in one hand and carrying the suction cup in the other, following the Taoist priest out of the small inn.

"This child is chubby and well-behaved," the Wa landlady behind them exclaimed repeatedly.

As dusk fell, a light drizzle began to fall. Villagers, dressed in various styles, hurried home, and the cobblestone alleyways gradually emptied of pedestrians. A few oil lamps flickered to life in the shops lining the street.

"Would you like some food?" someone called out to Master Jin from inside the dimly lit restaurant. The accent didn't sound like a local.

Master Jin entered the restaurant and looked around. "Do you sell wine?"

The shopkeeper was a man in his fifties, with a weathered face, wearing a black collarless short-sleeved shirt, wide-legged blue trousers, a red cloth turban, two large silver bracelets on his wrists, and a bamboo ornament on his chest. Hearing the Taoist priest's words, he grinned, revealing his black teeth, and proudly said, "We have the best rice wine from the Wa Mountains. If you want spirits, you can only find them here in Heshun Ancient City."

"Hmm, the shopkeeper's accent doesn't sound like a local?" Taoist priest Jin asked.

"I'm Han Chinese, I came here before Liberation," the shopkeeper replied.

"Bring out the spirits, I only drink strong liquor," Taoist priest Jin chuckled.

"Please sit by the window," the shopkeeper said, looking at Han Sheng, "Would you like something to drink, young man and boy? We have rice wine."

Han Sheng shook his head, pulled Shen Caihua to sit down, and leaned the straw against the earthen wall behind them.

The small shop in the mountain village was simple and rustic. Wine was served directly in large, coarse ceramic bowls, and the dishes were local Wa mountain fare: chicken porridge, pickled bamboo shoots, and fermented black bean cakes. The owner then took out a few betel nuts and placed them on the table.

"Young man, try some betel nuts. It's the Wa people's favorite snack," the owner said to Han Sheng, his teeth perfectly aligned but jet black.

"Black-toothed..." Han Sheng blurted out.

"Young man, you're a stranger passing through this area. Do you know about 'Black Teeth Barbarians'? It's a very common habit among our Wa people. Almost everyone, young and old, carries a betel nut bag or box with them. They hold a piece of betel nut in their mouths when resting after work or while talking. This isn't the fruit from the tree, but rather a betel nut made from chestnut leaves and lime. Everyone knows how to make it. Chewing this betel nut for a long time will gradually turn your teeth black, and the color won't fade. It not only blackens your teeth but also protects them from cavities. So, people here consider black teeth and red lips beautiful. The blacker the teeth, the more attractive they are. White teeth like those of Han people are undesirable here; women can't get married, and men will remain bachelors," the shopkeeper explained.

"And your black teeth..." Han Sheng asked.

The shopkeeper's lips pursed, revealing his blackened teeth. He said, "I got blackened from chewing betel nuts, just like everyone else."

"Good wine! This liquor of yours is fiery, fiery on the palate, spicy then sweet, penetrating every bone, it's incredibly refreshing!" Master Jin praised after finishing half a bowl.

"Shopkeeper, you're Han Chinese, how did you come to this remote place like Gaoligong Mountain?" Han Sheng asked, eating chicken porridge.

"It's alright to talk about it here in Tengchong, the locals have always been grateful to the Expeditionary Force..." the shopkeeper said softly.

"You're a member of the Chinese Expeditionary Force?" Han Sheng asked in surprise.

"My surname is Lei, originally from Queshan, Henan. In May 1944, I crossed the Nu River with General Li Yi of the 20th Army of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, fighting a bloody battle in western Yunnan. I was wounded in the battle to capture Tengchong and stayed behind." The dim light of the oil lamp illuminated the weathered face of Shopkeeper Lei, his words sounding distant and sorrowful.

"Please tell me about the Expeditionary Force." Han Sheng put down his chopsticks and listened quietly.

"I remember that year, countless Wa, Lisu, and Achang refugees crowded the banks of the Nu River, starving and on the verge of death. I was leading a convoy of trucks carrying steamed buns to the front lines when they broke down. The trucks were looted by starving people who hadn't eaten for days. I climbed onto the roof of one of the trucks and, with tears in my eyes, cried out to the people: 'This is rations for the soldiers attacking the city. If you take it, how can tens of thousands of expeditionary soldiers fight the Japanese on empty stomachs?' The refugees immediately stopped and put all the steamed buns they had grabbed back onto the trucks. A Wa girl handed me her half-eaten bun, saying, 'Leave it for the uncles at the front.'

After the battle ended and the Japanese were wiped out, I brought a bag of captured canned meat and candy to find that little girl. But when I found her, she had already died of starvation under a fig tree..." Tears welled in Boss Lei's eyes.

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Han Sheng remained silent, and even Shen Caihua listened quietly.

"I stayed after I was wounded and worked as a caretaker at the National Cemetery for Martyrs. Soon after, I married that little girl's lonely mother, and now more than twenty years have passed," Boss Lei said with a bitter smile.

"Do you still have any relatives in your hometown in Henan?" Han Sheng asked.

Boss Lei shook his head and said sadly, "They're all gone. I joined the Kuomintang army. If I had returned to the mainland, I probably wouldn't be alive now. Only in Tengchong are members of the Expeditionary Force respected as anti-Japanese heroes. Times change, and things are unpredictable."

"Hehe," Master Jin suddenly laughed.

Han Sheng looked at Master Jin with surprise and asked in confusion, "Master, why are you laughing?"

Master Jin sighed sadly, "Hero or coward, winner takes all, loser is nothing but a bandit, throughout history, it has always been the same. You and I are just commoners, like meat on a chopping board. As for who holds the knife, what difference does it make?"

"What this Master says is very true. I, Lei, have now changed my name to 'Yan Shuai'. The past is like fleeting clouds. If this young man hadn't asked, I wouldn't have mentioned it for many years. So many of my fellow countrymen from the Central Plains Expeditionary Force are buried in western Yunnan, while I have survived to this day, spending my days with my bedridden wife. I don't know how much time I have left." Boss Lei looked pained, walked back to the counter, poured himself a bowl of liquor, and returned to the table to drink.

"Boss, what illness does your wife suffer from?" Han Sheng asked.

"For many years, she has been in a coma for some unknown reason, and sometimes she talks nonsense," Boss Lei sighed.

"That's possession," Master Jin said, taking a sip of liquor.

“That’s right, the clan’s ‘demon master’ said the same thing. We’ve invited several well-known ‘demon masters’ from the Gaoligong Mountains to exorcise the evil spirits, but they’re all helpless.” Boss Lei picked up his wine bowl helplessly.

“Have you invited any orthodox Taoist priests from the Central Plains?” Master Jin asked.

“Alas, this place is in a remote and desolate border region. Where can we find any orthodox Taoist masters from the Central Plains? I’ve asked passing merchants and travelers, and they all say that the Baiyun Temple in the capital, the first Taoist Quanzhen Temple, is the most orthodox Taoist temple in the Central Plains. But the journey to the capital is long and arduous, and my sick wife can hardly walk.” Boss Lei shook his head.

“In that case, let me take a look.” Master Jin, slightly tipsy, said, emboldened by the wine.

“Ah, that would be wonderful. May I ask where the Immortal Abbot’s residence is?” Boss Lei asked cautiously.

“Abbot Jia Shiming of the Baiyun Temple in the capital.” Master Jin said loudly.

"Ah!" Upon hearing this, Boss Lei's face turned pale with shock, and he stammered, "You, you are the abbot of the Quanzhen Taoism of the Central Plains..."

Master Jin smiled slightly and humbly replied, "This humble one is indeed him."

Boss Lei knelt down, tears welling in his eyes as he looked at Master Jin, and sighed to the heavens, "The eminent Taoist master of the Central Plains has finally come to my aid..." He then burst into tears.

"After I have eaten and drunk my fill, I will go and exorcise the demon for your sick wife," Master Jin said

readily. "I wonder what your dietary restrictions are? I'll go and cook a few more dishes," Boss Lei said sincerely.

"This humble one only abstains from the five pungent vegetables and three forbidden foods; everything else is acceptable," Master Jin replied.

"May I ask what these 'five pungent vegetables and three forbidden foods' refer to?" Boss Lei asked cautiously and devoutly.

"The five pungent vegetables are garlic, scallions, chives, asafoetida, and cilantro. The three forbidden foods are three things from heaven, earth, and water: wild goose, pigeon, cow, dog, eel, and turtle/snake," Master Jin explained.

"Please wait a moment, Master Jin, the dishes are coming soon." Manager Lei rushed into the kitchen, and amidst the clatter of pots and pans, several steaming dishes were soon served.

Master Jin downed several large bowls of liquor, then wiped his mouth, stood up, and said, "Now, please take me to exorcise the demon."

Han Sheng had always been fascinated by difficult and complicated cases. Today, he was fortunate enough to witness a grandmaster of the Quanzhen Sect personally performing an exorcism, which naturally piqued his interest. So he quietly whispered to Shen Caihua, "You and the suction tube stay here. I'll go check and be right back."

Shen Caihua nodded, hugged the suction tube to his chest, and sat quietly in a chair, giving Han Sheng a slight smile.

Manager Lei's wife was bedridden in the inner room of the small restaurant. Manager Lei led the two of them in and gently lit the rapeseed oil lamp on the table.

There was a bed against the wall, on which lay an elderly woman with a haggard face, her eyes tightly closed, motionless like a dead person.

Shopkeeper Lei gazed tenderly at his wife, gently smoothing a few stray strands of hair from her forehead, murmuring, "Ezhen, you're finally saved! A master exorcist has arrived in the Central Plains. You must wake up soon!"

Master Jin's eyes gleamed, his sharp gaze fixed on Ezhen's face. He then gently extended a finger, placing it on her brow, and secretly channeled a wisp of Heavenly Qi into her Yintang acupoint.

Han Sheng, standing behind the master, was secretly astonished. Yintang was an extra acupoint located on the Governing Vessel, primarily used to treat convulsions caused by evil spirits. However, since ancient times, few physicians had skillfully used this point, usually preferring the Renzhong acupoint. It was often used by itinerant fortune tellers to interpret the changes in the color of Yintang, often with remarkable accuracy, as the area between the eyebrows was the location of the hidden spirit, also known as the "Heavenly Eye."

It seems this old Taoist's skills are truly profound. The Quanzhen Sect has endured for a thousand years; it must possess extraordinary techniques. Han Sheng was itching to learn more, but how could an outsider dare to ask about the secrets of the Tao

if Master Jin didn't speak up? Just then, Master Jin withdrew his fingers and shouted, "Wake up immediately!"

Manager Lei's heart was in his throat... E'zhen's mouth moved slightly, slowly opening, and she softly uttered two words: "Baka!"

Master Jin was stunned, looking at E'zhen, whose eyes were still tightly closed, with confusion. People of that era knew that "Baka" meant "bastard" in Japanese.

"She's talking nonsense again, Master, please don't mind her," Manager Lei quickly explained.

A sudden thought struck Han Sheng: Could it be…? “I will use my Heavenly Gang Qi Gong combined with the Great Luo Secret Mantra of the Quanzhen Sect to destroy this evil spirit. Manager Lei, quickly fetch a basin of clean water and several catties of white rice,” Master Jin ordered, narrowing his eyes. He then cast a cold, lingering glance at E Zhen, letting out a series of sneers.

Manager Lei quickly ran out of the inner room to the kitchen to fetch the necessary items.

“Master, what are you doing…” Han Sheng asked from the side. Master

Jin said disdainfully, “This woman is weak and possessed by an evil spirit. She dared to mock and insult me in Japanese; she is utterly courting death. I will use the powerful demon-slaying techniques of Patriarch Chongyang to kill her.”

“But E Zhen has been bedridden for many years. Her meridians are blocked, her blood circulation is poor, her muscles are atrophied, and her organs are weak. I wonder if her body can withstand it?” Han Sheng raised an objection from a medical perspective.

“I will consider this carefully before I act,” Master Jin scoffed.

Manager Lei brought the necessary items and placed them in front of the bed.

Master Jin first poured white rice into a bucket to wet it, then scooped out the dripping rice grains and piled them over Ezhen's face, leaving only his mouth and nose exposed. Immediately, he formed a hand seal with his left hand, pressed his right index finger against the philtrum, and channeled his Heavenly Gang Qi Gong, chanting incantations: "Look up at the blue sky, Master Chongyang is before me, the Great Net of Demons and Yin-Yang Realms, slaying evil spirits with a single finger. First, I capture the wild ghost in green, second, I capture the wandering soul in white, third, I capture the evil monsters of the Three Realms, fourth, I capture the evil spirits of the Four Directions. Right hand pulls back, left hand dislocates, I chant incantations, spitting blood, making the evil spirit roll three steps and stumble five steps, tears flowing from its left eye and blood from its right, its three souls dying, its seven spirits dissipating, dragged into the bottomless well, to die swiftly. I respectfully invoke the Six Stars of the Southern Dipper and the Seven Stars of the Northern Dipper, I obey the command of the Supreme Lord Laozi!" After speaking, a powerful burst of Heavenly Gang True Qi hissed and shot into the philtrum of the E'zhen Du Meridian... "Daoist Master, be careful!" Han Sheng whispered.

At that moment, white mist suddenly rose from the damp white rice, the moisture evaporating out of thin air, and the rice grains gradually changed color, first turning yellow, then pink, and finally slowly becoming bright red.

Han Sheng couldn't help but cry out, "Master, no! E Zhen's life force is about to die..."

"But the evil spirit hasn't come out yet," Master Jin said angrily, his hand still continuously injecting true energy.

Han Sheng was extremely anxious, disregarding everything else, he stepped forward and pulled away from the Master's arm, shouting loudly, "Stop!"

Master Jin was caught off guard, his fingers leaving E Zhen's philtrum, and he looked at Han Sheng angrily, saying, "In a moment, the evil spirit will be killed, and then all our efforts will be in vain."

Han Sheng's face flushed red as he said, "Then E Zhen's life will also be lost!"

Manager Lei stared blankly at the two of them, not knowing what to do for a moment.

The bright red color from the white rice on E Zhen's face gradually faded, and Han Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Master Jin frowned and said, "Strange. Logically speaking, the secret techniques of the Quanzhen Sect should be able to capture and kill a possessing ghost in one strike. How come it has taken so long without success?"

Han Sheng thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps there isn't just one ghost inside E Zhen..."

"Hai." E Zhen's mouth, which was deeply buried in white rice, suddenly uttered a sentence.

Han Sheng and Master Jin were startled. Manager Lei quickly recovered and explained, "E Zhen is talking nonsense again."

Han Sheng stared intently at the possessed woman and said softly to her, "What do you want to say?"

"Kaikoku Taige Tai." E Zhen uttered another sentence in Japanese.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand Japanese, and I don't know who you are. Can you speak Chinese? Otherwise, I don't know how I can help you..." Han Sheng leaned down and asked softly.

E Zhen remained silent, and Han Sheng waited quietly.

After a long while, Ezhen spoke again: "Watashida (Kana-Kana), 56th Division of the Army, returning home."

Hansheng still didn't quite understand, but the word "Watashida" was often used by Japanese officers in movies when addressing civilians; it meant "we."

"He's saying they're from the Japanese 56th Division and want to go home," Master Jin suddenly said from the side.

"Master Jin, you understand Japanese?" Hansheng asked in surprise.

Master Jin smiled slightly and explained, "The Baiyun Temple often has Japanese people coming to China for short-term Taoist practice, so I know a little bit."

"That's great! Ask them how many of them died on the Russian front in 1930?" Hansheng said happily.

Next, Master Jin stammered through a string of Japanese with very poor pronunciation, which Ezhen eventually understood, and then he babbled a lot of words.

Master Jin, looking surprised, said to Han Sheng, "They are the souls of over 6,000 soldiers from the Japanese 56th Division who died in Tengchong in 1964. More than ten years ago, when Manager Lei and Ezhen were guarding the National Cemetery, they gradually entered Ezhen's frail and sickly body. They had only one purpose: to convey their desire to return home through Ezhen's words. So many people managed to squeeze into the body of a weak woman! No wonder even Master Wang Chongyang's Demon-Slaying Technique was helpless..."

If that's the case, things will be much easier, Han Sheng thought.

"I have a way. I can collect their souls into the Zhuyou Relic, and Ezhen will be able to wake up," Han Sheng said.

"They are over 6,000 people," Master Jin cautiously reminded Han Sheng.

Han Sheng pondered, "The bald old woman once said that the Zhuyou relic, theoretically, can collect countless souls. This time, we can verify it. If there are no problems, I will return to the Savage Mountain and bring back all those expeditionary soldiers."

"So, how do you plan to do it?" Master Jin asked.

"This matter requires the help of Xiao Caihua." Han Sheng said and walked out of the inner room.

"Huh, where's Caihua?" Han Sheng suddenly froze at the doorway.

In the main hall, Shen Caihua, who had been sitting at the dining table, was nowhere to be seen...

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A light drizzle was falling from the sky, and the dimly lit streets were deserted. There was no sign of the child... "Strange, do you have any cases of child abduction here?" Master Jin asked Manager Lei suspiciously.

"No, we have never had any cases of child abduction here." Manager Lei answered confidently.

Han Sheng walked back to the dining table and observed carefully. The suction tube was gone, and Xiao Caihua hadn't touched the food on the table.

"Hansheng, has someone secretly taken Shen Caihua away?" Master Jin asked Hansheng suspiciously.

Hansheng shook his head. The possibility was extremely small. Didn't they know who the ghost infant Shen Caihua was? If the ghost infant went berserk, wouldn't it suck the blood of whoever kidnapped him? Right, sucking blood, the little guy must be hungry... Oh no, thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on Hansheng's forehead. What if someone got hurt? He calmly thought for a moment and suddenly asked Manager Lei, "Do you keep any animals at home?"

"Animals?" Manager Lei was puzzled.

"Like chickens, ducks, geese, or dogs," Hansheng explained. "

There are only two big fat pigs in the backyard," Manager Lei replied.

"Where? Go and see quickly," Hansheng urged.

They went out through the side door behind the counter and came to the yard. In the corner of the wall was a pigsty made of adobe bricks, lined with straw. In the hazy darkness, Shen Caihua clung to a large, black, fat pig, his little hands gripping its bristles tightly, his mouth biting down hard on its neck. Blood stained his clothes, making him look like a blood-soaked figure.

In the corner of the pigpen, a huge, green, spherical object wriggled, its countless long hairs rustling and making a hissing sucking sound. It was sucking blood from another fat pig.

"Ah! This is..." Manager Lei rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Han Sheng breathed a sigh of relief. At least nothing serious had happened. The two pigs would only cost a few hundred dollars in compensation, and he still had the US dollars Lu Taiguan had given him when they parted ways.

"Caihua, that's enough. Eating too much will make you sick." Han Sheng jumped into the pigpen and pulled little Caihua down. His little belly was already round and swollen.

The suction device slowly and comfortably unfolded its abdomen. The fat pig, drained of all its bodily fluids, lay shriveled and wretched in its arms.

"Manager Lei, I'm sorry, I'll compensate you for these two pigs," Han Sheng said apologetically.

"No, no, don't..." Manager Lei stammered, almost paralyzed with fear.

"If the clouds clear and the moon appears at midnight tonight, I can heal E Zhen," Han Sheng said, looking up at the gloomy night sky.

Manager Lei cautiously reheated the food, poured Master Jin some liquor, and drank with him. It would be almost two hours before midnight.

Han Sheng removed Shen Caihua's blood-stained clothes and threw them away. He boiled some water, put little Caihua in a basin to soak, and gently washed his body.

Manager Lei kept running outside, anxiously praying for the clouds to clear. He held the Taoist priest and the young man in the highest esteem, especially the blood-sucking infant and the green-furred, mat-like monster. They might be sent by Heaven to save his wife, Ezhen.

At midnight, the dark clouds gradually receded westward, and soon a sliver of moonlight drifted down, bathing the sleeping ancient city in a cool glow.

"Great! The moon is finally out!" Manager Lei shouted excitedly like a child.

At midnight, Han Sheng ordered Ezhen to be carried to the center of the alleyway outside, so that the moonlight could shine directly on her.

Han Sheng took out the relic left by Granny Wang from the pocket of the shroud close to his body, held it in his palm, and silently prayed, "Granny, I couldn't bear to eat it. I originally wanted to use it to bring back the souls of the tens of thousands of expeditionary soldiers who died in the Savage Mountain, but I didn't expect that I would have to take in the souls of 6,000 Japanese soldiers first. Granny, please forgive me. War is unjust, but those soldiers from Japan are all dead. They also had parents, wives, and children. They wanted to go home. This wish is the same as that of the expeditionary soldiers. It comes from human nature. How could I refuse? Granny, please bless me."

Manager Lei and Taoist Jin both looked at Han Sheng silently. No one spoke. Shen Caihua, who had just finished bathing and was naked, nestled beside Han Sheng. He knew that it was time for him to show his skills again.

"I hope we can take in the spirits of 6,000 Japanese soldiers," Han Sheng said, looking at Manager Lei. "Manager Lei, if you have any mirrors at home, please get two."

Manager Lei readily agreed and quickly went back into the shop to fetch two small dressing mirrors.

Han Sheng then instructed Master Jin, "Please ask Ezhen in Japanese to make sure they cooperate in leaving their bodies and going to the relic of the Zhuyou. Remember not to crowd or make any noise." Master

Jin sighed sadly, "Baiyun Temple has been practicing Taoism for decades, yet I never knew there were such methods for subduing demons and monsters. Today, I have truly broadened my horizons." He then bent down and spoke a long string of words in Japanese to Ezhen.

The actions of Manager Lei and the others awakened the neighbors, and many people put on their clothes and came out to watch the spectacle.

Ezhen spoke very quickly, and Han Sheng still couldn't understand a word.

"Old Lei's wife is talking nonsense again," someone in the crowd said.

"These outsiders are sorcerers hired by Manager Lei to exorcise demons," someone asserted confidently.

Master Jin turned to Han Sheng and relayed, "They'll tell you, but they demand a guarantee to send them back to Japan."

Han Sheng nodded and said, "Please tell them I agree."

"Tadpa Aja Chenxi Duochiha Tayun..." Shen Caihua began chanting incantations before Han Sheng could give any instructions. Han Sheng knew this was the second technique, "Transplanting Flowers and Grafting Trees." Not long ago, the ancestor's soul had been absorbed into the incantation relic using this method. Thinking of this, he glanced at Master Jin.

Han Sheng first placed the incantation relic on Ezhen's forehead, then held a mirror in each hand, projecting the reflected moonlight onto the green incantation relic.

Master Jin nodded, thinking to himself, "Ge Hong of the Jin Dynasty said in *Baopuzi*: 'The oldest of all things, their essence, can remember human forms and deceive people, but cannot change the true form reflected in a mirror. Therefore, when a Taoist priest enters the mountains, he carries a bright mirror with a diameter of nine inches or more behind him, and evil spirits dare not approach. They will see their own forms and turn away. If the mirror shows heels, it is the mountain god; if it does not, it is an old demon.

' 'Hansheng,' Master Jin asked doubtfully, 'this is just an ordinary small dressing mirror, neither a Bagua Yin-Yang mirror nor a Taoist talisman mirror, nor a large nine-inch diameter mirror. I wonder what use it can have?'"

Han Sheng smiled slightly and said, "Actually, I can't be sure how effective it is. Li Shizhen recorded in the Compendium of Materia Medica that mirrors have the functions of absorption, reflection, decomposition, reflection, projection, and transformation. I decomposed the yin energy in the moonlight and projected it into the Zhuyou relic to enhance the speed at which the relic absorbs the moonlight. There are quite a few souls of 6,000 people, so the stronger the yin energy, the better. If it's too slow, midnight will have passed, and there are still clouds in the sky. If they block the moonlight, wouldn't all our efforts be in vain? I hope my speculation is correct."

Shen Caihua's small mouth recited the Zhuyou incantation over and over again like popping beans. He had overheard it by chance in the stone cave. At that time, the bald old woman taught Mingyue eight incantations. The incantation activated the Zhuyou divine power in the ghost infant's body, so he learned it without a teacher and successfully captured the ancestor's soul on his first use.

Little Caihua recited faster and faster, until finally he was naked, gesturing wildly with his arms and legs, his posture incredibly vigorous and ancient… Hansheng looked at the little guy with suspicion, then suddenly remembered that his movements were very similar to the illustrations in the half of the *Qingnang Jing* that Qin'er's father, Yang Mupin, had given him. He seemed to understand something.

Under the moonlight, a white mist rose from the walnut-shaped Zhuyou relic, emitting a soft, rhythmic sound that resonated in Hansheng's heart, like the resonant footsteps of countless people. He thought that must be the souls of Japanese soldiers entering the Zhuyou relic in formation… The sound slowly faded away, finally returning to silence.

“Alright, it's all over,” Hansheng said with a sigh of relief.

Over there, Little Caihua was still dancing around Ezhen, his little bottom sticking out, making all sorts of strange movements.

“That's enough, Caihua,” Hansheng stepped forward and grabbed his little arm.

In the night sky, more clouds drifted by, and the moonlight gradually dimmed.

"Yan Shuai, is that you?" Ezhen slowly opened her eyes... Manager Lei burst into tears.

The surrounding neighbors applauded enthusiastically. Ezhen had been in a coma for over ten years, and tonight she had finally woken up. Several Wa grandmothers couldn't help but wipe away their tears with the backs of their hands. Ezhen

struggled to get up, but Han Sheng quickly stopped her, saying, "Grandma has been bedridden for many years. You mustn't get up rashly, lest you injure your bones."

Manager Lei's knees buckled, and he knelt down before Han Sheng with a thud, crying bitterly, "Gods and demons, I, Yan Shuai, never know how to repay your great kindness in this lifetime."

Han Sheng quickly stepped forward and pulled Manager Lei up, saying, "Manager, you don't deserve such praise. I'm not some god or demon. I'm just a village doctor. Please get up. The one who truly saved your wife was Xiao Caihua..." He then pushed Caihua in front of Manager Lei.

Shopkeeper Lei gazed at the infant who could suck the life out of a large, fat pig, and recalled his strange dance under the moonlight—a dance even more enigmatic than those of the Wa people's sorcerers, especially the incantations he uttered, the pronunciation of which was incredibly eerie. "Thank you, little sorcerer, for saving my life..." he said, before kneeling reverently before Shen Caihua and solemnly kowtowing three times.

At that moment, Master Jin stood alone to the side, his face stern, his gaze icy.

"Folks, don't sleep tonight! I, Yan Shuai, have slaughtered two large, fat pigs. Let's gather together and drink until we're completely drunk!" Shopkeeper Lei stood up and shouted.

"Great!" the people responded enthusiastically, spreading the news. Some even rushed into the kitchen to get to work, and soon the aroma of stewed meat wafted out.

The Wa people are warm and hospitable, and people flocked to congratulate Manager Lei. However, their main motivation was to catch a glimpse of the "Divine Demon" from the Central Plains. When they saw the chubby, naked little demon beside Han Sheng, they were all speechless with astonishment.

Master Jin, surrounded by several robust Wa youths, was forced to drink bowl after bowl of strong liquor. Even with his strong inner strength, he eventually succumbed, collapsing drunk under the table in less than an hour.

In the middle of the alley, a bonfire was lit, and the men, drinking and dancing around it, performed the "Pulling the Wooden Drum" dance, known in the Wa language as "Kulukeluo." The movements were simple, rugged, and rich in style, showcasing the Wa people's fierce spirit and unity. The women rhythmically swayed their long hair, dancing the "Hair-Swinging Dance," a graceful yet powerful display, like rolling waves.

Han Sheng, observing the lively scene, thought to himself, "It's time. I should go back to my room and release my acupoints."

Just then, Manager Lei respectfully stepped aside, revealing a tall, middle-aged man, around forty or fifty years old, with a red turban, wearing a black collarless long-sleeved robe with silver buttons on the left side, and short, baggy black trousers rolled up at the waist. He wore a silver necklace.

"Which one of you is the Demon King from the Central Plains?" the man asked in a shrill voice, his tone full of disdain.

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The people in the room immediately fell silent, putting down their bowls, chopsticks, and wine bowls, silently watching this uninvited guest.

Shopkeeper Lei said softly to Han Sheng, "Young man, this is Xigu San, the head of the Wa ethnic group's production team in Gucheng Township, and also the biggest demon in the Gaoligong Mountains of western Yunnan." He then respectfully addressed Xigu San, "Captain Xigu, the little demon from the Central Plains exorcised the evil spirit from Ezhen's body."

"Eh," Xigu San's suspicious gaze fell on Shen Caihua, seemingly disbelieving, "He's just a little kid."

"Yes, don't underestimate him just because he's a little kid. He's incredibly powerful. The incantations he recites are like heavenly scriptures," Shopkeeper Lei explained.

"Hmph, in my opinion, for such a small child to be able to draw out an evil spirit from Ezhen, he's very likely a demon himself. What's his name?" Xigu San asked, his sharp eyes fixed on Shen Caihua.

"Shen Caihua," Han Sheng said calmly.

“Alright, since this little devil Shen Caihua has come to Awa Mountain, our government can't let him go. We must exorcise the evil spirit within him; it's a way of ridding the people of a scourge,” Xigusan nodded and chuckled.

“Sorry, Shen Caihua is a healthy, normal baby. We need to leave early this morning,” Han Sheng stood up and replied bluntly.

Xigusan clapped his hands, and two militiamen carrying old-fashioned muskets walked in.

“Keep an eye on them. Whether he's a devil or not, I'll only know after I ask 'Muyiji',” Xigusan ordered.

"This..." Manager Lei pleaded hesitantly, "They are guests passing through our shop, and they are also benefactors of Ezhen. Please, Captain Xigu, let them go."

Xigu San's face hardened, and he said coldly, "Commander Yan, are you bargaining with the government? Besides, I'm doing this for the sake of social stability and unity. If the County Revolutionary Committee knew, they would fully agree with this. In short, we cannot let any evil spirits go free to disrupt the excellent situation of socialist revolution, production, and construction."

Han Sheng assessed the current situation, disregarding everything else. As long as he released his acupoints, activated his Fly Eye technique, picked up Shen Caihua, and ran, no one could catch him.

"Dad Han Sheng," Shen Caihua gently tugged at Han Sheng's clothes and whispered, "I'm not afraid."

Han Sheng nodded, glanced at the unconscious Jin Daoist lying on the table, and then at the wall clock. The hour hand was already pointing to three in the morning. He needed to hurry up and release the acupoints.

"We need to go back to the inn to rest. The children are sleepy too," Han Sheng said to Xigu San.

“No, you can rest here in this shop. When the rooster crows three times, I will go and ask ‘Muyiji’ and obey its will.” Xigu San refused Han Sheng’s request.

“Who is ‘Muyiji’?” Han Sheng asked, puzzled.

Shopkeeper Lei quietly explained to Han Sheng, "Our Wa people worship many spirits and deities, including tree spirits, fire spirits, water spirits, millet spirits, mountain spirits, and so on. But among all these spirits and deities, the most revered is 'Muyiji.' It is the god who created all things. The gods of heaven, earth, fire, and earthquakes are all its sons. It governs everything in the lives of the Wa people—wind, rain, thunder, the abundance or scarcity of grain, birth, old age, sickness, death, and the prosperity or decline of livestock. Every village has a sacred forest, in which a small thatched hut is built to worship Muyiji." "

Wait, where's the snorkel?" Han Sheng looked at Shen Caihua.

Shen Caihua sniffed, grinned, stood up, and pulled Han Sheng's hand, leading him into the inner room.

"You should all go to bed and rest. It'll be dawn soon," Shopkeeper Lei said, then gently closed the door and returned to the neighbors. Ezhen was leaning against a bamboo chair, already able to converse with everyone.

Xigusan waved his hand, and the two militiamen, holding muskets, squatted outside the inner room door.

"Drink!" Xigusan shouted, raising his wine bowl.

The Moba was a Wa ethnic shaman, the most educated and respected person among the people. In those days, grassroots government officials were often selected from among the Moba, and the people were accustomed to obeying them.

Hansheng and Shen Caihua stood stunned in the inner room. It turned out that the mosquito net on Ezhen's large bed had been lowered. By the dim light of the oil lamp, they could see Xizi lying sprawled inside the net, fast asleep… Was it afraid of mosquito bites too? Hansheng wondered.

Shen Caihua giggled softly, climbed onto the bed with her bare bottom, crawled into the mosquito net, and nestled into Xizi's warm embrace.

"Caihua, Hansheng's father needs your help now," Hansheng said earnestly, sitting on the edge of the bed and peeking into the mosquito net.

Shen Caihua blinked and nodded understandingly.

"Daddy Hansheng, here," Hansheng pointed to three acupoints on his waist, along the belt meridian, and said, "Have the suction cups of the sucker suck here, make sure to use force, to open up the meridians, understand?"

"I know." Shen Caihua blinked and shook the sucker vigorously until it woke up, then recited a long string of strange incantations to it.

"The sucker says it's full and doesn't want to suck anymore," Xiao Caihua told Hansheng.

"You must persuade it to suck a little more, this is really very important," Hansheng urged.

Shen Caihua rolled over and straddled the sucker, scratching and clawing with both hands, until the sucker finally had no choice but to agree. Hansheng

took off his clothes, and finally gently removed the corpse shroud, which was a protective and amulet. If he didn't take it off, the sucker would not only be unable to get close, but he would also be in mortal danger. He lay naked on the suction cup's abdomen, pointing to three acupoints on his waist: the Belt Meridian, the Five Pivots, and the Visceral Meridian. The suction cup's soft belly slowly curled up, enveloping Han Sheng's lower abdomen.

Han Sheng felt the suction cup's accurate acupoint selection; three suction cups were firmly attached to the three acupoints, slippery and slightly itchy. Just as he was pondering this, he suddenly felt a light prick on the acupoints, followed by a sensation as if three large mouths were forcefully sucking at his waist.

"Push harder..." Han Sheng urged.

The suction cup's pull gradually increased, and Han Sheng felt the depths of the three acupoints on the Belt Meridian and Visceral Meridians gradually warming up. He knew that the meridians were being unblocked step by step.

Most acupressure techniques in the martial arts world involve striking acupoints with a hard object (such as an acupressure peg or extremely hardened fingers) to block the meridians. Master Jin, however, uses Tiangang Qigong for acupressure. In layman's terms, he injects a highly dense "true qi plug" into the acupoint, obstructing the normal circulation of the meridians and sealing Han Sheng's belt meridian, much like a blood clot blocks blood flow.

The suction device slowly draws out the three "true qi plugs," but because of their extremely high density, they remain intact within the acupoints due to the body's internal pressure. However, once outside the body and under normal pressure, they expand due to the sudden decrease in pressure.

The suction device's body gradually swells… Han Sheng crawls out of the suction device's embrace. The three "true qi plugs" in his belt meridian have been sucked into his body. Han Sheng's acupoints are released, but the suction device's abdomen continues to swell, its grayish-white skin gradually becoming transparent and thinner.

Little Caihua stared in horror at the inflating body of the sucker, knowing something was wrong.

Hansheng's mind raced, searching for any possible solution, but he couldn't come up with anything. The expanding gas was undoubtedly Master Jin's Heavenly Qi; if this continued, the sucker would soon explode. He hadn't expected that using it to help him release his pressure points would actually harm it. Hansheng was filled with regret.

"Daddy Hansheng, save the sucker!" Little Caihua pleaded pitifully, tears welling in his eyes, clutching Hansheng's hand.

Gas in the human body is usually expelled through farting and burping. A normal person farts an average of ten to fifteen times a day, many of which are released unconsciously during defecation. Most people experience both loud and muffled farts, and there's also a type of fart that sounds like a "muffled thunderclap" in the abdomen. The chemical composition of a fart is 59% nitrogen, 21% hydrogen, 9% carbon dioxide, 7% methane, and 4% oxygen. Smelly farts contain sulfur, which originates from food, and the hydrogen sulfide produced by the mixture of sulfur and hydrogen has the strongest odor. Methane is flammable, and hydrogen is the source of loud farts, causing the gas to rise from the groin and be detectable by others. Some people are good at holding in farts, believing they disappear after a short time. However, these

farts have actually exploded inside the body, forming a "muffled thunderclap," which is even more harmful. The toxic gases are absorbed by the intestinal wall, dissolve in the blood, and are transported to various organs, becoming the root cause of many unexplained illnesses. Han Sheng doesn't fully understand these Western medical principles, but he knows that Traditional Chinese Medicine calls farting "releasing gas" or "releasing gas," which is beneficial to the body. Given his current situation, only farting can completely expel the body's vital energy. Many animals in the world fart, like the big yellow dog Benben who farts frequently, but only fish don't, otherwise the fish tank would automatically oxygenate. So, is the sucker a type of fish? Han Sheng racked his brains trying to think of a way to make the sucker "de-gas."

"Quickly find where the sucker's anus is!" Han Sheng searched high and low, but couldn't find an anus on the sucker.

At this moment, the sucker, like a large balloon, bulged the mosquito net, blinking its eyes painfully at Xiao Caihua, and even shedding a few tears.

"Substituting one thing for another!" Han Sheng suddenly remembered how he and Mingyue had exorcised the "corpse rigor" poison from the Ghost Tomb for their ancestor in the Burmese jungle. A flash of inspiration struck him, and he urgently said to Shen Caihua, "Use the fifth form of the Zhu You Divine Skill."

Xiao Caihua stared blankly at Han Sheng, not understanding the meaning of his father's words.

Han Sheng hurriedly dressed and said, "Caihua, you wait here. I'll go out and find a substitute." With that, he opened the door, activated his fly-eye technique, and dashed out like lightning.

The people outside were all drunk and blurry-eyed, only feeling the gust of wind rush past them, not even seeing a single person.

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What am I looking for? Han Sheng stared blankly at the empty alley, asking himself… He looked up at the night sky; the moon peeked through the clouds, and the towering Gaoligong Mountains were shrouded in mist.

The one who tied the knot must untie it… Han Sheng thought of Master Jin. The Heavenly Gang True Qi was what he had released, and it was rightfully his to take it back. The key was that Master Jin practiced the Quanzhen Sect's Heavenly Gang Qi Gong, which could completely eliminate and store the Heavenly Gang True Qi within the absorber's body, because the true qi itself was his own, with identical parameters.

Having made up his mind, Han Sheng instantly returned to the small restaurant and appeared at the table.

"I'm taking the Daoist back to his room to rest." Han Sheng smiled slightly, picked up the sleeping Daoist Jin, who reeked of alcohol, and walked back to the inner room.

Xi Gu San stared wide-eyed in surprise, wondering, "When did this kid come out?"

Inside the room, Han Sheng placed Master Jin on the bed and lay down close to the plump boy, who was still unconscious, snoring softly.

"Little Caihua, I don't know how much of the Zhu You Divine Skill you know. I need you to know that the fifth move is called 'Substituting a Plum for a Peach,' which can save the boy. Do you know it?" Han Sheng asked eagerly.

Little Caihua blinked, thought for a moment, and finally nodded vigorously.

"It might require biting the tip of his tongue and spraying the blood mist onto the boy and Master Jin's faces." Han Sheng remembered how Mingyue had bitten her tongue and sprayed the blood mist onto the faces of the kappa and gibbon in the jungle, and said worriedly, how could such a small baby dare to bite his own tongue?

"I can do the same with urine." Little Caihua opened his two dark pupils and said earnestly.

"A boy's urine?" Han Sheng was surprised. Indeed, a boy's urine was an excellent medicinal ingredient; he had used it many times before with incredible results.

"Whoosh..." Before Han Sheng could even agree, Xiao Caihua couldn't wait to urinate on Master Jin's face... The golden urine poured onto the master's face, and the sleeping master stuck out his long tongue to lick it, a look of contentment appearing on his face.

"Leave some for the sucker, don't waste it all," Han Sheng reminded him with a wry smile.

Hearing this, Shen Caihua turned his little bottom around, grabbed his penis, and poured the remaining urine onto the sucker's abdomen.

Shen Caihua stood in the corner of the bed, his hands in a strange pose, chanting those very strange-sounding notes.

Han Sheng watched silently from the side. Since Master Jin's Heavenly Gang True Qi was from the righteous path of Xuanmen, not poisonous or evil Qi, there was no need to use the corpse shroud to help expel the poison.

The urine was indeed effective; the sucker's swollen abdomen gradually deflated, while at the same time, Master Jin's little belly gradually bulged out.

Although Master Jin was still unconsciously intoxicated, he sensed the Heavenly Gang True Qi slowly moving in. His eight extraordinary meridians immediately began to circulate, drawing in the incoming true qi of the same type into his dantian.

A moment later, after all the true qi had been transferred, Master Jin's lower abdomen was only slightly protruding.

Success! Han Sheng picked up the naked Shen Caihua and sincerely praised him, "Little Caihua, you're truly amazing!"

On the bed, the suction tube looked at them gratefully, while disgustedly shaking off the urine... Dawn broke, and Master Jin slowly woke up, feeling a salty taste in his mouth. He opened his eyes and saw Han Sheng and Shen Caihua, still holding the suction tube, standing on the floor, grinning at him... "Oh, I've had too much to drink," Master Jin said somewhat awkwardly.

The door opened, and Xi Gu San walked in, followed by two militiamen carrying muskets.

“It’s time. Let’s go see ‘Muyiji’ together,” Xigusan said.

Outside the ancient city, there was a dense rhododendron forest, with crimson rhododendrons blooming on the tall, canopy-like trees, a truly magnificent sight.

“The Wa people’s deity ‘Muyiji’ is enshrined in that small wooden shed,” Manager Lei whispered to Han Sheng.

Xigusan pulled off the red cloth covering his head, revealing a bald head with a small tuft of hair remaining at the back. He wore a black cloak embroidered with two large red doors, signifying that he was the shaman Moba, the guardian of the Sigang Gate.

Xigusan Moba began chanting “Sigangli,” an ancient Wa shamanic incantation containing hundreds of thousands of characters, encompassing a wide range of topics. However, since today they were only consulting “Muyiji”, he only recited the part concerning divine guidance. He muttered to himself as he slowly walked into the small wooden shed, while all the Wa villagers gathered outside the woods, quietly awaiting the deity's instructions.

Soon, Xigu Sanmoba finally emerged from the shed.

"Fellow villagers," Xigu Sanmoba proclaimed loudly, "the deity 'Muyiji' has decreed that if the little demon in the Central Plains harbors an evil spirit, he can be made to 'climb mountains of knives and plunge into seas of fire' to find out." A

commotion immediately erupted in the crowd, and everyone began whispering amongst themselves.

"What does 'climb mountains of knives and plunge into seas of fire' mean?" Han Sheng asked Manager Lei casually.

"'Climbing the Mountain of Knives' is actually climbing a knife pole. It's an ancient Lisu sacrificial ritual. A thick wooden pole about 20 meters long is tied with 36 sharp knives, forming a ladder with the blades facing upwards. A barefoot Lisu warrior would then grasp the blades with both hands and climb to the top, stepping on the blades. Later, the Wa people's 'moba' (demon priest) used it for exorcism rituals based on the 'Muyiji' (demon priest's name). Those whose feet are cut and bleeding are said to be possessed by evil spirits. 'Walking into the Sea of Fire' involves walking barefoot through burning coals; if the soles of the feet are burned, it's also said to be caused by evil spirits," Manager Lei explained to Han Sheng in detail. "

It seems it's time to activate my fly-eye technique, pick up Shen Caihua, and run away," Han Sheng thought to himself.

"Outrageous!" the Taoist priest Jin beside him said indignantly.

"Bring out the knife pole," the Xigu Sanmoba (demon priest) ordered loudly.

Immediately, several strong Wa youths carried over long wooden poles with holes and a bundle of long knives. They inserted the knives, blades facing upwards, into the poles—thirty-six in total. In the rising sun, the blades gleamed, exuding a chilling aura.

"Caihua, hold onto the suction tube. We need to start preparing to escape, understand?" Hansheng whispered to little Caihua. As for Master Jin, they didn't need to worry about him; with his martial arts skills, he should be able to escape unscathed.

"I can do it," Shen Caihua said in a childish voice, looking at the knives.

Before Hansheng could answer, Shen Caihua shoved the suction tube into Hansheng's arms, then, with his small belly protruding and bare bottom exposed, he staggered to the center of the arena.

"Little demon, you'd better watch carefully. Don't wait until you're bleeding and crying. It's not too late to regret it now. Just admit that the evil spirit is hiding inside your body, and I, the demon, will remove it for you. Do you understand?" Xigu San said with a malicious grin. This little baby had actually exorcised the demon that had been attached to Ezhen for over ten years, causing him, the most famous demon of the Wa people in Gaoligong Mountain, to lose face. To put it more grandly, he had tarnished the government's prestige.

The ghost baby Shen Caihua completely ignored him, turned his head to look at Han Sheng, grinned, and then danced around, striking some strange and eerie poses.

This was consistent with the illustrations in half of the "Qing Nang Jing." Han Sheng thought, it seems that little Caihua has already mastered the essence of Zhu You Shen Gong. Even Granny Wang probably doesn't know this kind of technique. In any case, he was prepared. If all else fails, he would rush forward, grab Caihua, and run away.

Shen Caihua muttered incantations in an extremely strange pronunciation, one that even Xigu San had never heard before.

Han Sheng activated his mind and opened his fly-eyes. To his astonishment, he discovered that the originally sharp blades on the wooden pole had taken on a strange appearance, as if a very thin layer of air cushion was protecting the blades. Of course, this was absolutely invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people, even to Master Jin.

With a "whoosh," Shen Caihua twisted his hips and leaped onto the wooden pole, grabbing the blades with both hands and stepping on the blades with his two little feet, climbing up layer by layer.

People stared in astonishment at the chubby, white baby. Many women covered their eyes, unable to bear the sight. It was too cruel; if those sharp steel blades were to cut into the child's tender flesh, wouldn't it be a bloodbath, a dismemberment?

Han Sheng then felt relieved and watched little Caihua's performance with great interest.

"Whoosh..." Just as everyone was filled with terror, Xiao Caihua had already climbed to the top of the pole, stood there proudly, stuck out his little belly, pinched his little penis with both hands, and started urinating downwards, soaking Xigu San all over.

The onlookers burst into laughter, and even Master Jin couldn't help but smile.

"Look, Little Demon isn't possessed by any evil spirit; he's a true divine demon!" Manager Lei shouted, and everyone applauded.

Xigu San was both anxious and annoyed, wondering if this little fellow really possessed some kind of magic.

"Hmph, we'll see if he can get past the 'sea of fire' test," he yelled hoarsely.

People had already come to trust this little demon from the Central Plains. Some women couldn't resist reaching out to touch Xiao Caihua's fair and tender skin with affection. Master Jin was deep in thought, while Han Sheng watched coldly from the side.

The charcoal was brought over and spread in a thick layer on the ground, more than a meter wide and four meters long. The red charcoal emitted a faint blue smoke, and the heat could still be felt several feet away.

"Little Demon, wouldn't it be a pity to burn your tender little feet? It hurts a lot! Don't be so stubborn; just admit it," Xigu San said, making a final attempt to salvage his reputation.

The ghost baby Shen Caihua mimicked the strange dance again, seemingly hesitant as he gazed at the scorching embers. But finally, he cautiously placed his feet on the fire… Han Sheng's fly-like eyes had already seen an insulating cushion forming on the embers, so he felt at ease and smiled as he watched little Caihua's performance.

The ghost baby Shen Caihua's feet touched the embers, feeling a slight warmth, not hot at all. Overjoyed, he began jumping and playing on them.

"You have to stop there!" Xi Gu San shouted exasperatedly.

Shen Caihua chuckled, then squatted down on the embers. With a few hissing sounds, white mist enveloped the baby, accompanied by the hissing sound of evaporating steam.

"It stinks…" someone snorted.

It turned out Shen Caihua was defecating… Han Sheng stepped forward and loudly said to Xigu San, “Now what do you have to say? This is the real Central Plains Little Demon!” Then he turned around and smiled gently at Shen Caihua, “Caihua, come here, let your father Han Sheng wipe your bottom.”

Enthusiastic Wa women came forward, each taking out a cloth and vying to wipe Caihua’s bottom. Being able to serve the real Little Demon and preserve some of his remains might come in handy later.

Xigu San dejectedly slipped away quietly.

“We’re about to set off too. This is the money for the pigs you owe,” Han Sheng said to Boss Lei, then took out a stack of loose US dollars and handed it to him.

Boss Lei repeatedly declined, saying that Wa people absolutely could not accept money from the Little Demon, otherwise they would be punished by the “Muyiji” god. Besides, his wife had been bedridden for over ten years, and she had been saved by the Little Demon; he was already grateful.

Seeing his determination, Han Sheng had no choice but to give in.

Little Moba left, far from the ancient city of Heshun. Looking back, the Wa people, young and old, still stood reluctantly at the city gate.

"Hansheng, you've taken in the souls of those 6,000 Japanese soldiers. Are you really going to send them back to Japan?" Master Jin asked Hansheng as they walked.

Hansheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "Since I've made a promise to those spirits, I should keep my word, even though they are Japanese." "

The Yellow Sea separates the Central Plains from Japan, and you don't have a passport or visa. How will you get there?" Master Jin reminded him.

Hansheng thought for a moment and said, "I'm afraid I'll have to ask Lu Taiguan in Hong Kong for help."

Master Jin pondered for a long time, then suddenly said, "Hansheng, I heard that last year your Hong Kong bank drafts worth 40 million RMB were frozen by the Wuyuan County government?"

Hansheng nodded, admitting it was true.

"That's an astronomical sum! That money could easily build a hospital in your hometown, Nanshan Village, specializing in treating intractable diseases. You could then use your miraculous medical skills to save impoverished people from all over the world. Wouldn't that fulfill your lifelong wish to practice medicine and help the world? You know, the world is vast; it's not easy for you to find patients, but it's much easier for them to come to Nanshan Village to find you," Master Jin said sincerely.

"But the government is withholding that huge sum of money. What can I do?" Han Sheng said with a worried expression.

"I can help you get it," Master Jin said with a slight smile.

"You…" Han Sheng looked at Master Jin in surprise, "How is that possible?"

"I, Jia Shiming, swear to Patriarch Chongyang that this is no joke," Master Jin said solemnly.

"That would be wonderful," Master Jin's suggestion reminded him. 40 million could build a large hospital in Nanshan Village, sheltering impoverished people from all over the Central Plains who lacked medical care and medicine, providing free treatment for their difficult and incurable diseases, and even offering free food and lodging. Lan'er, Uncle Shanren, Elder Ye, and Old Cuihua could all come to help at the hospital. The most crucial benefit was that once the money ran out, he could simply go to the Yin Fu Cave in Wolong Valley to retrieve some gems and sell them to Lu Taiguan, ensuring the hospital's continued operation indefinitely… What a brilliant idea! Thinking about it, Han Sheng chuckled softly.

"Han Sheng, do you still not trust me?" Master Jin asked.

"I trust you, Master. How about we go back to Wuyuan first?" Han Sheng said thoughtfully.

"Very well, I'll go to Wuyuan with you first and retrieve that huge sum of money for you," Master Jin agreed.

So the two of them, along with Shen Caihua and the suction tube, turned northeast, heading straight for Wuyuan, Jiangxi.

At this time, Master Jin was unaware that Han Sheng's acupoints had been released.

Chapter 345

"Alright, stay with Daddy." Wu Chushan looked at his daughter with affection.

On the third day, Wu Chushan, Lan'er, Elder Ye, and Old Cuihua bid farewell to Granny Xiaoying and the old man from Xiangxi, and left Blue Moon Valley with the family of the big yellow dog, Benben. Lan'er carried a bamboo basket containing the Yin Bat leader and his family. When searching for people, animals' senses are often much more sensitive than humans'.

According to Wu Chushan's suggestion, the group first searched along the snow-capped mountains, glaciers, and valleys, around the vicinity of Meili Snow Mountain, while also inquiring with the Tibetan people in the mountains. However, after searching for many days, they still could not find the two infants.

In the icy and snowy world, where could they be? Wu Chushan felt that the two little ones might have already left the snowy plateau.

Until this day, they met Mingyue, Yuanmu, and that group of little monkeys on the mountain road.

"You said you encountered Hansheng, Master Jin, and Xiao Caihua in the jungles of Myanmar? Hansheng said the Ancestor is dead?" Wu Chushanren was astonished after hearing Mingyue's account.

"What about Xiao Zumo?" Lan'er asked anxiously.

Mingyue shook her head.

Wu Chushanren looked at Mingyue's haggard face and sighed, "Mingyue, where do you intend to go now?"

"Tabalin Temple," Mingyue said softly.

"You want to become a nun?" Lan'er asked in surprise.

“That was a year of the dragon. Monks and nuns came from the East, and evil would descend upon Tabaling Monastery. When Mingyue returned to Kawagebo, after the calamity, the guardian spirit of King Gesar awoke…” Mingyue gazed at the Meili Snow Mountain at the edge of the sky, murmuring, “Mingyue was originally a nun, but was tempted into the secular world and suffered many hardships. Now, she has agreed to take refuge in Tibetan Buddhism with Guru Gema and will return to Kawagebo. Her worldly wishes have been fulfilled, and it is time for her to return…”

Mingyue finished speaking without another word, turned and left alone, followed by Yuanmu and the group of macaques, walking towards the distant blue snow mountain.

After a long while, Lan’er said behind Wu Chushanren, “Mingyue is all alone and pitiful.”

"Pitiful? This old monk has been stuck in the Liao Pagoda for a thousand years, without food or drink. That's what you call pitiful! I finally managed to save up a golden lilac, only to have it stolen, leaving this old monk with such a withered face." Old Ye retorted, rubbing his cheek in dissatisfaction.

"You find a bug while cracking a melon seed—you can find all sorts of people." Old Cuihua teased, perched on Old Ye's back.

"Father, where is Myanmar? Let's hurry and find Hansheng." Lan'er urged her father anxiously.

Wu Chushan smiled bitterly and said, "Alas, Lan'er, that vast tropical rainforest stretches for thousands of miles. Where are we going to find him aimlessly..." "

This old monk doesn't want to go back to Blue Moon Valley. I ran away because it wasn't fun there." Old Ye said in a shrill voice from the side.

Wu Chushan pondered, "Strange, the Meng family father and son, as well as Huang Qiansui, are all dead, yet Huang Jianguo has always managed to escape calamity. Could it be that something is amiss within the Taiji Yin Aura? But we were instructed to bury Old Master Huang upside down!"

"Taiji Yin Aura? Why don't I go take a look for you?" Elder Ye suggested with great interest.

"It's time to go back and take a look. Now that those villains from Wuyuan are gone, no one should bother us anymore. Lan'er, let's go back to Jiangxi immediately." Wu Chushan had guarded the Taiji Yin Aura for decades and knew that the protective power of this dragon's lair was extraordinary. Back then, Zhu Yuanzhang had relied on the Taiji Yang Aura to escape from dire straits time and again. The most perilous instance was the Battle of Poyang Lake against Chen Youliang, where he turned defeat into victory and ultimately ascended to the throne. That night in Nanshan Village, what if Huang Qiansui hadn't buried Old Master Huang headfirst as he and Wu Daoming had planned, but instead buried him upright? Wouldn't that have truly provided protection for Huang Jianguo? If that were the case, what would happen ten years later…? Wu Chushan was deeply worried, hoping it wouldn't be too late to stop this from happening.

Wu Chushan and his group walked for half a day through the mountains to Zhongdian County. Because they were carrying a pack of dogs and a basket of bats, the long-distance bus driver and conductor refused to allow the animals on board. Finally, they found an empty Jiefang brand truck returning to Sichuan. Lan'er sat in the driver's seat, while Wu Chushan, Old Master Ye, the Benben couple, and the Yin Fu leader's family sat in the back. Fortunately, the truck had a tarpaulin, providing some protection from the wind and cold.

They traveled from Yunnan to Sichuan, and two days later, they transferred to another truck heading to Jingdezhen, Jiangxi, to pick up porcelain. After several days of bumpy travel along the Sichuan-Hunan-Jiangxi highway, they finally arrived in Wuyuan late one night.

The truck stopped by the roadside, and everyone got out, exhausted. Lan'er opened the bamboo basket and released the shadow bats. They must have been very uncomfortable being confined in the basket for so many days.

"Squeak, squeak..." Led by their leader and his wife, the little shadow bats happily took flight and circled in the clear night sky, then began searching for insects like mosquitoes and moths to eat. The big yellow dog, Benben, and the black dog, Heimei, were much quieter, sitting upright on the roadside steps with their puppies, waiting for their owner's command.

"Lan'er, are you hungry? It's almost midnight. Let's find a food stall that's still open and get something for Benben and the others too," Wu Chushan said, leading everyone towards the city.

On the main street, in front of the county government guesthouse, a wonton vendor was still open, the old man yawning as he waited for his last customers.

"Great! I can have some hot wontons!" Wu Chushan said happily as he stepped forward. "Brother, how many are left? Cook them all in one pot."

Seeing a customer, the stall owner happily fanned the stove and dumped the remaining wontons into the pot. The aroma of noodles and meat filled the air, making everyone's mouths water.

Old Ye remained aloof from worldly affairs, and Old Cuihua was probably asleep, as there was no sound for a while. Wu Chushan and Lan'er, however, were slurping down their wonton soup. The Benben couple and their puppies each got some, which were quickly devoured.

"It seems we really need to settle down so the puppies can eat their fill. As the saying goes, 'The greatest hermit lives in the court, the middle hermit in the city, and the lesser hermit in the wilderness.' If we can live in seclusion in Nanshan Village, we'll be content," Wu Chushan said.

Upon hearing this, Ye Lao praised, "The Central Plains is still much more prosperous. Although Snow Mountain Blue Moon Valley is nice, it is always too lonely. Otherwise, why would I have fled a thousand years ago? So I agree with your suggestion, and we should live in seclusion together. Of course, it would be best to live in the city, which would be more lively."

"‘The recluse of the mountains harbors deep regret, for when people know of his true intentions, he has already betrayed his original aspirations. There is no need to mention the likes of Yan Guang, for the mistakes of Chao and You have continued to this day.’ In the past, Lu You of the Southern Song Dynasty believed that those hermits, eminent scholars, recluses, and even high-ranking monks known to the world were not true hermits, but rather feigned incomprehensibility, harboring a ‘Zhuge Liang complex,’ displaying a lofty disillusionment with the world, and only reluctantly coming out of the mountains to help those in distress after being visited three times by the emperor. Or they adopted the ‘Zhongnan Mountain mentality,’ living in seclusion in the wilderness, but occasionally spreading rumors to facilitate visits from those ‘thirsty for talent.’ Now, I, the hermit, am already disheartened and willing to live in seclusion in the mountains, content to be with my deceased wife…” Wu Chu Shan Ren sighed deeply.

Chapter 336

"Heave-ho, heave-ho..." Huang Jianguo pressed his ear against the wall and heard the heavy breathing of a man in room 107 next door, accompanied by a woman's indistinct moans. He was quite familiar with this sound; Dongdong's moans were exactly the same. Only Mingyue was different. Huang Jianguo recalled embracing Mingyue in the wild grass, the stars twinkling in the sky, the moonlight hazy, the cicadas chirping. Whenever he gasped for breath, Mingyue would always grit her teeth and endure it silently. Perhaps this was the restraint of a Buddhist disciple.

The man in the next room must be Feng Sheng, and the woman must be Xiaoshui Liujiazi. This Japanese woman is really slutty. It's a pity he hasn't experienced the taste of a Japanese woman yet.

"Ah, ah..." A series of hoarse cries came from the woman's ears. Huang Jianguo couldn't help but reach into his crotch, but besides his limp penis, his scrotum was empty... Damn it! It was all Mingyue's doing. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Once he had the black man's testicles, he would definitely rape and kill Mingyue.

"You're so amazing... I can't take it anymore, let's go to sleep..." the woman next door pleaded in a coquettish voice.

"When you're doing something, you have to be serious and meticulous. Huff... You have to carry forward the revolutionary spirit of not being afraid of hardship or fatigue, and forging ahead without hesitation

. Attention, it's coming out..." Feng said breathlessly. "Bullshit!" Huang Jianguo cursed. This Feng Sheng was too shameless. What kind of revolutionary work was this? It was disgusting. He couldn't stand it anymore. He was going out too.

Huang Jianguo stormed out. It seemed that his meeting with Xiaoshuiliu Jiazi would have to wait until dawn. He thought bitterly about the two of them.

"Woof woof!" A big yellow dog squatting on the street outside the guesthouse suddenly pounced on him, barking wildly.

Huang Jianguo was startled and instinctively leaped up, easily dodging the attack. But the moment he landed, a large black dog silently lunged at him from the side. He felt a sharp pain in his ankle and pulled his leg back; a tearing sound rang out as his trousers were ripped.

Enraged, Huang Jianguo unleashed a surge of internal energy and swung his palm at the dog. Suddenly, a whooshing sound filled the air as a pair of chopsticks shot towards him, striking his wrist. His arm went numb, and his raised hand fell limply to his side.

Huang Jianguo looked up in surprise. Beside a wonton stall by the roadside, a tall, thin man stood with his hands behind his back, his sharp eyes coldly fixed on him… “Wu Chushanren!” Huang Jianguo blurted out.

“Woof woof woof woof…” A pack of puppies appeared out of nowhere, baring their tiny teeth and nibbling at his foot.

"Squeak..." A dark cloud suddenly descended from the sky, led by the leader of the Yin Bats. It recognized this person as the enemy who had infiltrated Wolong Valley to poison the Yin Bats. It was instantly enraged and viciously swooped down from the sky.

Huang Jianguo felt a needle-like pain on his head and face, followed by a chill. His newly grown hair, beard, and eyebrows were instantly plucked clean by the swarm of Yin Bats. Finally, he felt a stinging sensation in his nostrils as two young Yin Bats plucked a few of his nose hairs and ran away… “Huang Jianguo, you treacherous man, didn’t you betray us and join the Japanese? I never thought you’d come back to Wuyuan,” Wu Chushanren said coldly.

"You..." Huang Jianguo knew that Wu Chushan was extremely skilled in martial arts, and his only option was to flee. He glanced at Lan'er and Old Man Ye standing nearby and said, "Oh, Miss Lan'er and the old immortal from the Liao Pagoda in Huanglong Mansion are here too. I only came back to Wuyuan to pay respects at my grandfather's grave."

"Hmph, do you still have the face to see Old Master Huang? Your Huang family father and son are utterly depraved, actually burying your own grandfather alive! This is an outrage against heaven and earth! Today, I, Wu Chushan, will rid the people of this scourge and hand you over to the government for justice." Wu Chushan thought to himself. Since he intended to return to Wuyuan with Hansheng and Lan'er to live in seclusion, he couldn't personally kill anyone. Now that Huang Qiansui was dead and the evil forces eliminated, this kid was a traitor; capturing him would suffice, and the government would handle the trial.

With this thought, Wu Chushan leaped up, his palm transforming into a claw, and lightning-fast grabbed at Huang Jianguo.

To Wu Chushanren's surprise, Huang Jianguo, who was originally unskilled in martial arts, easily dodged the grab at the last moment, leaving Wu Chushanren stunned... Huang Jianguo's internal energy of Zhuyou (a type of martial arts technique) spontaneously erupted in the critical moment. Since he didn't know how to use it, he couldn't directly fight against Wu Chushanren, but it was more than enough for escape. In addition, he had recently absorbed the corpse energy of many corpses, especially the old corpse energy of the Ghost Tomb Cult Master, and even the skin had begun to grow faint light-colored corpse spots. Given time, Wu Chushanren would be no match for him. He felt his body inexplicably lighten and found himself floating to Lan'er's side. He hurriedly grabbed her neck and put his other hand on her throat.

"Don't come any closer!" Huang Jianguo shouted. Due to the tension, cold sweat beaded on his scalp, mixed with drops of blood seeping from his hair follicles, slowly trickling down the sides of his nose. Huang Jianguo was an exceptionally clever man. With a mere thought, he realized that the things accumulated within him were beginning to stir, though he simply couldn't yet make good use of them.

Wu Chushan, hesitant to act rashly, stopped and stared at Huang Jianguo in astonishment. This kid was truly amazing; when did he learn martial arts? How could he have improved so much?

"You little bald monk, release Miss Lan'er right now, or this old monk will never forgive you!" Ye Lao stepped forward, speaking angrily.

Suddenly, Huang Jianguo was struck by a pure, fragrant aura of corpses. His heart skipped a beat; this was the extremely rare aura of a thousand-year-old corpse! He gave Old Man Ye a knowing smile, "Old Immortal, you are truly a rare beauty! Your breath is as fragrant as orchids. I regret not meeting you sooner; I will surely seek you out sometime."

Huang Jianguo quickly assessed the situation. His most important task was to meet with Xiaoshuiliu Jiazi, steal the old sheepskin, and deliver it to Heize. It was best not to get entangled with Wu Chushanren for now, lest things escalate. With that thought, he forcefully shoved Lan'er towards Wu Chushanren and then ran off, disappearing in a few leaps.

Wu Chushanren stared blankly at Huang Jianguo as he vanished at the end of the alley, lost in deep thought. Judging from his strange back, this man was no longer the Huang Jianguo of the past; he had completely changed, a change that was utterly unbelievable.

"Father..." Lan'er rubbed her throat, still shaken by what had just happened.

The northeast was unfavorable... The mountain man recalled the "Jian" hexagram he had consulted; Wuyuan was located northeast of Blue Moon Valley. It seemed he would have to be extremely cautious from now on.

"Lan'er and Grandpa, wait here for a moment. Huang Jianguo came out of this guesthouse in the middle of the night; there must be something fishy going on. Perhaps his accomplices are staying there. Let me go in and investigate." With that, Wu Chushanren leaped over the courtyard wall.

Under the moonlight, white walls and black tiles, swaying bamboo shadows, the subtle fragrance of flowers, a few cicada chirps, and faint snoring—otherwise, nothing seemed amiss.

Wu Chushanren stood in the courtyard, hands behind his back, his shadow long in the moonlight.

"Creak..." A door opened, and Wu Chushanren looked over. Moonlight slanted across the door; the room number was 107.

A man, wearing an overcoat and shorts, stumbled unsteadily towards the corner of the wall.

In the old-style Hui-style architecture, the outhouses were located in the corners of the courtyard. The man looked around before turning behind a clump of bamboo, followed by the sound of running water.

Wu Chushan smiled slightly, feeling the man's figure seemed somewhat familiar. He took two steps forward, observing him closely.

The man finished urinating and emerged from behind the bamboo clump, the cool moonlight shining on his tired face… “Feng Sheng, how have you been?” Wu Chushan said softly with a smile.

Feng Sheng was taken aback, his gaze fixed on the tall, thin man standing in the center of the courtyard. He exclaimed softly, "Wu Chushanren!"

The man nodded and said, "Feng Sheng, didn't you go back to Tangshan? Why are you in Wuyuan again? And you seem unsteady on your feet, are you ill?"

Feng Sheng looked around and said softly, "Alas, it's a long story. Let's go inside and talk."

Feng Sheng beckoned to the man, then pushed open the door to room 108 and went inside.

Wu Chushanren hesitated slightly. He had clearly seen Feng Sheng come out of room 107, but now he was going into room 108 next door. Also, Huang Jianguo came here late at night—could it be that he had some connection with Feng Sheng?

"Come in quickly," Feng Sheng beckoned to the man.

Wu Chushanren became alert, gathering his qi in his arms, ready to strike at any moment. He then cautiously followed him into the room.

Feng Sheng turned on the light in the room and then gently closed the door.

Wu Chushan glanced around the room. A bed, simple table and chairs—nothing suspicious. He relaxed.

"I saw you come out of room 107 next door. Why did you go into room 108?" Wu Chushan asked suspiciously.

Feng Sheng smiled awkwardly and whispered, "Master, there's a woman in that room."

Wu Chushan suddenly understood and smiled, saying, "No wonder you seemed unsteady on your feet. Looks like you just had sex?"

Feng Sheng blushed and nodded in agreement.

"Just now I saw Huang Jianguo come out of this guesthouse..." Wu Chushan said slowly, observing Feng Sheng's expression.

"Huang Jianguo! Are you sure you saw him?" Feng Sheng asked in surprise.

"Absolutely. I even talked to him," Wu Chushan said calmly.

"Oh... I understand," Feng Sheng said, realizing.

Chapter 347

"What do you understand?" Wu Chushan's sharp gaze fixed on Feng Sheng's face.

“He’s here to meet Liu Jia, the woman in the next room,” Feng Sheng realized.

“What’s going on?” Wu Chushan asked suspiciously.

Feng Sheng smiled sheepishly and whispered, “Liu Jia is a Japanese woman.”

“You slept with a Japanese woman?” Wu Chushan was astonished.

“It’s a long story, Shanren. You’re Hansheng’s father-in-law, and Hansheng is our family’s savior, so I can’t hide it from you. These people’s goal is the old sheepskin in Hansheng’s possession that records the prophecy of Geda,” Feng Sheng explained in a low voice.

Wu Chushan was startled and silently watched Feng Sheng, waiting for him to continue, while also listening intently to the sounds outside the room.

Just as Feng Sheng was about to speak, Wu Chushan suddenly made a shushing gesture and pointed to the next room.

Sure enough, the door to room 107 creaked, followed by soft footsteps.

Feng Sheng nodded, quickly turned off the light, and quietly opened the door, rushing out to greet them.

"Feng Sheng, hehe, does it take this long to go to the bathroom? I think you're probably not up to it..." Xiao Shuiliu Jiazi giggled, wearing a coat.

"Who says I'm not up to it? I'm just taking a short break," Feng Sheng replied loudly, but his voice lacked confidence.

"Why did you come out of my room?" Xiao Shuiliu Jiazi asked suspiciously.

"Sigh, I was so confused that I went to the wrong room," Feng Sheng laughed awkwardly. "

Is that so? Let me see..." Xiao Shuiliu Jiazi pushed open the door to room 108 without waiting for a reply.

In the darkness, Wu Chushanren's finger moved swiftly, striking Xiao Shuiliu Jiazi's Tanzhong acupoint on her chest. Her body went limp and she collapsed into his arms.

"Put her on the bed," Feng Sheng said hurriedly, entering room 107.

Wu Chushan gently placed Xiaoshui Liujia on the bed, and Feng Sheng quickly pulled the blanket over her half-naked body.

"Did you acupressure her?" Feng Sheng asked knowingly.

"Yes, not too hard. Just massage her chest for half an hour, and she'll wake up. Now we can continue our story," Wu Chushan said calmly.

"I want to ask, have Hansheng and Master Jin also arrived in Wuyuan?" Feng Sheng asked.

"Hansheng? You mean he'll come to Wuyuan too?" Wu Chushan asked, puzzled.

"So, you don't know? I have to tell you, Master Jin was actually a spy planted by the leader beside Hansheng. He even personally murdered the patriarch," Feng Sheng said seriously.

"How do you know?" Wu Chushan asked coldly.

"I'm also one of the leader's men," Feng Sheng replied with a sigh.

Feng Sheng recounted how, after their separation in Zhongdian, he was shot in the head by Xiao Yanfang, hospitalized in the county hospital, met with the commander personally, and was transferred from the Ministry of Public Security to a secret department under his jurisdiction. They then traveled together to Myitkyina, Myanmar. That night, he and the commander met with Master Jin, who reported that he had stolen the Geda Prophecy and killed the patriarch, and that the commander had ordered him to return to the rainforest to find Han Sheng.

"To have him kill someone to cover it up?" Wu Chushan asked coldly.

"No, the Geda Prophecy on that old sheepskin is impossible to decipher, so the commander ordered Master Jin to go back and capture Han Sheng alive and bring him back to China," Feng Sheng replied.

"So, has Master Jin captured Han Sheng?" Wu Chushan asked.

"I don't know yet. The commander ordered me to come to Wuyuan, Jiangxi, to wait for them here, and then..." Feng Sheng explained.

"And then what?" Wu Chushan pressed eagerly.

"He ordered me to shoot Master Jin," Feng Sheng whispered.

“Hmm,” Wu Chushan nodded, pondering, “Another cover-up… So how should we deal with Han Sheng?”

Feng Sheng shook his head and said, “The commander didn’t say. We have to wait for his instructions over the phone.”

Wu Chushan understood. The commander must have thought that only Han Sheng could decipher the numbers on the old sheepskin, so he spared his life. In that case, his trip to Wuyuan was the right thing to do. Perhaps it was fate… “Then what about Huang Jianguo and this Japanese woman?” Wu Chushan continued to ask.

“Huang Jianguo and Kurosawa and others from the Japanese Consulate General tracked them to Myitkyina, Burma. Later, at the Shwedagon Pagoda in Yangon, the Japanese devised a plan to steal the old sheepskin containing the Geda Prophecy from the commander,” Feng Sheng recounted.

“The Geda Prophecy is in the hands of the Japanese?” Wu Chushan said, not without surprise.

“No, it’s with me. The Japanese agent disguised as an old overseas Chinese woman tripped and fell when she went out, and the old sheepskin slipped off, which I picked up,” Feng Sheng said with a smug look on his face.

“Didn’t you hand it over to the commander?” Wu Chushanren pressed.

“Of course not, I’m going to give it to Han Sheng, to return it to its rightful owner,” Feng Sheng said with a light laugh.

“So, the Japanese guessed that the Geda Prophecy was in your hands, which is why this woman and Huang Jianguo came to Wuyuan.” Wu Chushanren already understood.

“My analysis is absolutely correct,” Feng Sheng said.

Wu Chushanren thought for a moment, still a little puzzled, and asked, “The public security system has strict discipline. You slept with this Japanese female agent. Isn’t that a very serious mistake, a violation of party discipline and national law?”

“Alas, for the sake of the revolutionary cause, I had no choice but to sacrifice myself…” Feng Sheng said with a bitter smile.

Wu Chushan chuckled, not without a hint of mockery, and said, "That's true. You're almost exhausted from working for the revolutionary cause."

Feng Sheng looked rather embarrassed. A thought flashed through his mind, and he quickly pulled the old sheepskin from his inner pocket and handed it to Wu Chushan.

"This is fake," Wu Chushan said casually, examining the sheepskin repeatedly.

"What did you say? Fake?" Feng Sheng was stunned.

"The real one is the Geda Prophecy. It's an extremely old and worn sheepskin. Han Sheng showed it to me. This one is clearly different; it's a new sheepskin that's been deliberately aged," Wu Chushan explained.

"But this is the one Master Jin gave to the leader… Could it be that Master Jin switched it and gave the leader a fake sheepskin?" Feng Sheng muttered to himself. "Master

Jin definitely tricked the leader. This is a fake sheepskin prophecy; I recognize it," Wu Chushan said, tossing the sheepskin back to Feng Sheng.

"Then what about the real one?" Feng Sheng asked.

Wu Chushan pondered for a moment and said, "Hansheng is naturally honest and wouldn't lie. I think the real Geda prophecy should still be in Master Jin's hands."

Feng Sheng's face was somewhat grim, and he seemed quite discouraged, letting out a soft sigh.

"When will Hansheng arrive?" Wu Chushan asked.

"I'm waiting for the commander's call," Feng Sheng replied.

Wu Chushan nodded and said, "Hmm, it seems there will inevitably be a life-or-death battle in Wuyuan."

"Master, where do you plan to stay?" Feng Sheng asked.

Wu Chushan smiled and said, "I will keep an eye on you in secret. Farewell." With that, the master quietly left.

"Sigh, it was fake after all..." Feng Sheng angrily stuffed the old sheepskin into his pocket, muttering, "I should release Liu Jia's acupoints." He threw off his coat, pounced on her, and vigorously rubbed her chest with both hands.

Half an hour later, Liu Jia's acupoints were released, and she slowly woke up. Feng Sheng, however, slumped over, snoring loudly, fast asleep like a log.

Xiao Shuiliu Jiazi was overjoyed. "This Chinese policeman is amazing! He worked all night yesterday and again until midnight today. He's practically an 'iron man'! It's a pity Japan lacks men like him. If it weren't for our different jobs, I'd really like to marry him."

She gently nudged Feng Sheng, and seeing no reaction, jumped out of bed naked and began searching his clothes and belongings.

She finally found the old sheepskin.

Suppressing her excitement, Xiao Shuiliu Jiazi tiptoed to put on her clothes, carefully tucked the old sheepskin into her bosom, grabbed her small shoulder bag, glanced back at the sleeping Feng Sheng, gave him an apologetic kiss on the lips, and then quietly slipped out of the room.

The moonlight was cool, the night was soft, and the air was fresh and invigorating.

Xiaoshuiliu Jiazi arrived on the main street. The empty alley was deserted; the mission was finally complete. It was time to leave Wuyuan quickly.

"Xiaoshuiliu Jiazi," a voice suddenly appeared from the alley entrance.

"You, who are you?" Xiaoshuiliu Jiazi was startled and demanded sharply.

"Wuyuan Taro," the man replied calmly.

It turned out that Huang Jianguo hadn't gone far after escaping. He was very familiar with the terrain of Wuyuan County. After bypassing two rows of houses, he quietly returned.

He secretly hid in the shadows of an old house's doorway, observing Lan'er and Ye Lao's movements from afar. Soon after, he saw Wu Chushanren emerge from the guesthouse. Suspicion arose in his heart. Only after the group, including the old man from the wonton stall, had been gone for some time did he dare to slowly emerge from the shadows, deciding to investigate the guesthouse again.

Just then, he saw a woman hurrying out of the guesthouse. "Kosui Yoshiko," he guessed, and approached her tentatively.

"Are you Wuyuan Taro?" Kosui Yoshiko sized up the handsome young man before her.

"Mr. Kurosawa sent me to meet you. How did it go? Did you get the goods?" Huang Jianguo asked.

"Just got them. We must leave Wuyuan quickly. If Feng Sheng finds out, he'll definitely chase after us," Kosui Yoshiko said anxiously. "

But it's the middle of the night, and there are no more buses from the station," Huang Jianguo frowned.

"You're familiar with this area, aren't you? Where can we steal cars?" Kosui Yoshiko asked.

Huang Jianguo thought for a moment and said, "The county government, of course. There are many cars there, and the security is lax."

"Okay, then let's go to the county government," Kosui Yoshiko said decisively.

"Alright, follow me." Huang Jianguo led her through several narrow alleys to the Wuyuan County Government. Midnight had passed, and the large iron gate was long closed, except for the light still on in the guardhouse next door.

Huang Jianguo went over first and knocked on the small door of the guardhouse.

"Who is it? Oh, isn't this Jianguo? I heard Director Huang is receiving treatment in Beijing. Are you feeling better?" Zhang, the old retired government worker who guarded the guardhouse at night, recognized Huang Jianguo and invited him inside. Xiaoshuiliu Jiazi followed closely behind.

"Jianguo, it's so late. Is there anything I can help you with?" Zhang asked warmly, glancing at the young woman beside him.

"Well... it's like this..." Huang Jianguo stammered, considering how to lie.

"Why bother with all this nonsense?" Xiaoshuiliu Jiazi said impatiently, stepping forward and striking Zhang on the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious. He collapsed to the ground, a basic lesson in special agent training.

Huang Jianguo was stunned for a moment, then carried Zhang to the small bed, covered him with a blanket, and pretended to be fast asleep.

Several grass-green Beijing 212 jeeps were parked on both sides of the government office building; these were common official vehicles at that time.

Xiaoshuiliu Jiazi opened the door of one of the jeeps, reached behind the dashboard and forcefully pulled off the three ignition wires behind the ignition switch. She sat in the driver's seat, put it in neutral, touched the three wires together, a spark flashed, and she pressed the accelerator; the car started.

Huang Jianguo was overjoyed. He quickly took the key hanging on the wall of the guardhouse, opened the large iron gate, and jumped into the car. Xiaoshuiliu Jiazi skillfully drove the jeep, quickly leaving Wuyuan County along the empty streets, speeding northward.

Chapter 348:

Since learning that it was actually a fake sheepskin, Feng Sheng's tense heart finally relaxed after days of worry. He slept until dawn before waking up. Reaching out, he found Liu Jia was no longer beside him.

He sat up and discovered that Liu Jia's belongings were also gone. He checked his own pockets and found the fake sheepskin had been stolen as well.

Liu Jia, that Japanese woman, she really was after the prophecy of Geda. Oh well, it was fake anyway, take it. After all, he had raped her; it's compensation… It's just a pity that I, Feng Sheng, have saved up my virginity for thirty years, but ultimately couldn't give it to my compatriots. Instead, it was taken by the Japanese. As the saying goes, "Don't let the good stuff stay in the family," this matter must not be known to the organization, otherwise, I will definitely be severely punished.

Feng Sheng felt exceptionally refreshed after waking up. Except for a slight soreness in his groin, his legs were much stronger. He needed a hearty, high-protein breakfast.

"Comrade Feng Sheng from room 108, there's a long-distance call." Just then, he heard a waiter calling his name in the courtyard.

Feng Sheng hurried to the front desk and picked up the phone.

"This is Feng Sheng," he said.

"I just received a call from Master Jin. They've arrived in Wuyuan and are staying in room 201 of the Liqun Hotel," came the commander's deep voice from the receiver.

"I understand. Please give instructions on the next step," Feng Sheng said solemnly.

"Go and meet with them first. Don't act rashly for now. The old sheepskin Master Jin gave me last time was a fake. You need to find out who has the real sheepskin. Then, get your hands on it. Once you've confirmed it's genuine, kill Master Jin and bring Han Sheng back to the capital to see me. Understand?" The commander's voice was extremely cold.

"Yes, Feng Sheng understands," Feng Sheng replied crisply.

"Buzz..." The phone went dead; the commander had hung up.

Feng Sheng held the receiver, stunned. It turned out the commander had already discovered it was a fake sheepskin, but he remained silent. He was truly cunning. Master Jin was a spy planted by the leader to protect Han Sheng, and he had murdered the patriarch; he was definitely not a good person. It wouldn't be unreasonable for Feng Sheng to shoot him to pay for the patriarch's death. However, once the leader obtained the real sheepskin, Feng Sheng would soon be silenced.

With mixed feelings, Feng Sheng walked onto the street. The willows on both sides of the alley had sprouted new green buds; spring had arrived.

There was a breakfast stall ahead, and steaming meat buns were just coming out of the steamer. He ordered a basket and ate them in a daze, not caring about their high protein content. He

asked passersby for directions, turned into two alleys, and finally arrived at the Liqun Hotel.

Inside the Wuyuan County Post Office,

Master Jin put down the receiver. He had just spoken with the leader in Beijing, telling him that he had found Han Sheng and brought him back to Wuyuan. The leader was very pleased and ordered him to stay at the hotel temporarily, awaiting his arrival to contact him. He promised to reward him handsomely upon his return to Beijing.

Master Jin looked around; there weren't many people in the post office that morning, and no one seemed to notice him. He quietly gave the long-distance operator behind the counter another secret phone number from Beijing.

The call connected, and the other person picked up the phone but didn't speak.

"Director, this is Jia Shiming, in Wuyuan, Jiangxi," Master Jin said in a low voice, his tone extremely humble.

"Speak," the other person said, their accent heavily influenced by Jiangxi.

"The prophecy has been found; it's all numbers, impossible to decipher. I'm trying to find a solution. Now, please arrange to unfreeze a bank draft issued by the Bank of China in Hong Kong, held by Zhu Hansheng, who is currently being unjustly detained at the Bank of China in Wuyuan County," Master Jin said.

"The face value?" the other person asked.

"40 million yuan," Master Jin replied.

"40 million..." Silence fell on the other end of the line.

"This is extremely important for deciphering the Geda prophecy, and besides, the receipt is legitimate and the procedures are normal," Master Jin said urgently.

"Alright, if there's nothing wrong with the receipt itself, it can be processed today," the other party agreed, then continued, "Master Jin, the prophecy needs to be deciphered as soon as possible; time is running out."

"Yes," Master Jin replied.

The other party hung up the phone.

Master Jin breathed a sigh of relief, paid the long-distance call fee, and left the county post office.

Master Jin and Han Sheng had arrived in Wuyuan County the previous night. Seeing that it was late, they found a small inn nearby to stay in. This morning, the baby Shen Caihua was still sleeping with a suction cup in his arms. He asked Han Sheng to stay at the inn to take care of him while he went out to make a phone call.

There was a noodle shop around the corner, steaming hot inside. Master Jin frowned, deep in thought, and casually bought a few baskets of meat and vegetable buns. After wrapping them, he carried them towards the Liqun Inn.

A familiar figure flashed by at the inn's entrance, catching Master Jin's attention. He immediately recognized him as Feng Sheng… "The commander's actions are swift! It seems Feng Sheng must have arrived in Wuyuan before me and is waiting for him and Han Sheng here." The master thought to himself, quickening his pace.

The door to room 201 opened, and Han Sheng, sitting on the bed, was surprised to see Feng Sheng walk in with a smile.

"Feng Sheng! It's you!" Han Sheng exclaimed happily.

"It's a long story. Oh, is this Shen Caihua? I haven't seen him for months, he's grown so much!" Feng Sheng said with a smile.

"Indeed, sit down, sit down and let's talk." Han Sheng stood up and pulled over a stool for Feng Sheng to sit down.

"Han Sheng, you must be careful! Master Jin is a spy the commander planted by your side!" Feng Sheng hurriedly interjected.

"Master Jin is a spy?" Although Han Sheng already had some suspicions, hearing this from a third party still startled him.

"He's right." Master Jin walked into the house from the doorway, holding a steaming hot meat bun in his arms, and calmly looked at Han Sheng.

Han Sheng silently stared at Master Jin, a chill running down his spine.

"Feng Sheng, aren't you also one of the leader's men? It's only been a little over ten days since the night in Myitkyina, and the leader sent you to Wuyuan as well." Master Jin chuckled coldly.

Han Sheng was even more astonished. Feng Sheng was also one of the leader's men?

At this moment, Liu Jinmo's voice rang in his ears again: "Hansheng, the world is dangerous..."

Feng Sheng blushed, then nodded and admitted to Hansheng, "I only recently joined."

Master Jin glanced at the two of them, placed the buns on the table, picked up a hot bun, took a big bite, and said while eating, "Hungry? Eat your buns first before you talk."

Feng Sheng said, "I already ate on the street."

Hansheng was indeed starving, thinking that no matter how dangerous the world was, he should fill his stomach first, so he grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth. It turned out to be pork and chive filling, and tasted delicious.

"Master, isn't chives one of the five pungent vegetables and three forbidden vegetables? You're not abstaining from them anymore?" Hansheng suddenly remembered and asked.

"Alas, those are just things I used to fool the young Taoists at Baiyun Temple. In the world, there are no such rules." Master Jin said nonchalantly, with a piece of dark green chive leaf already stuck between his teeth.

"Master, who exactly are you?" Han Sheng finally couldn't help but ask.

"Han Sheng, listen to me, there are some things you'd better not know. I've already resolved the 40 million yuan promissory note issue for you. I think you can withdraw it from the bank tomorrow and then go fulfill your ambition of healing the sick. Remember, if you want to live peacefully with Lan'er, never ask about anything related to me again." Master Jin's expression was very sincere, then he added, "You've been drawn into an extremely dangerous political vortex. I really can't bear to see you die in vain, what a waste of all your medical skills."

"Did you kill the Ancestor?" Han Sheng's stubbornness flared up, completely ignoring Master Jin's good advice.

Master Jin's face gradually darkened.

Feng Sheng quietly reached into his pocket and grasped the cold grip of his pistol.

With a creak, the door opened gently, and a familiar, warm voice rang out: "Hansheng, don't ask any more questions."

Hansheng was stunned, then incredulously discovered that standing at the door was none other than Wu Chushanren… "Uncle Shanren!" Hansheng was speechless for a moment, his eyes brimming with tears.

After leaving the county guesthouse last night, Wu Chushanren, along with Lan'er, Elder Ye, the Benben family, and the Yin Fu, rushed back to Nanshan Village overnight, first leading them to Zhu Biao's house at the north end of the village for temporary lodging.

"Lan'er, we'll investigate the Taiji Yin Aura matter when Father returns. You and Elder Ye tidy up this house first; we may need to stay for a while," Wu Chushanren instructed his daughter.

"Father, where are you going?" Lan'er asked.

"Father is going back to the county town now. Hansheng might return to Wuyuan in the next couple of days, and Father is worried that he might be in danger," Wu Chushanren said anxiously.

"Then I'll go with Father," Lan'er said eagerly.

“No, you and Grandpa stay here. That way, your father will have no worries, and it will be easier for him to do things.” After settling things in, Wu Chushan returned overnight and arrived in the county town before dawn.

Shortly after daybreak, Wu Chushan noticed Feng Sheng leaving the county guesthouse alone, so he followed him from a distance. When Feng Sheng entered the Liqun Inn, he was about to follow him in when he inadvertently saw Master Jin holding steamed buns.

It seems Han Sheng has also arrived in Wuyuan, Wu Chushan thought.

He followed Master Jin, quietly went up to the second floor of the inn, and eavesdropped on the conversation inside room 201. At the crucial moment, he pushed open the door and entered.

“Han Sheng, Master Jin is right. The affairs of the martial world are unfathomable, so there’s no need to pry into everything,” Wu Chushan said solemnly.

"Master Jin," said Master Jin, "this is truly wise. In my opinion, while Blue Moon Valley may be a paradise, it is not a place for Han Sheng, Lan'er, and the infants to live in for long. Now that your enemies are gone, only Huang Jianguo remains, but he poses little threat. It would be best for you to return to your hometown. I have already unfrozen Han Sheng's large sum of money, which can be used to build a private hospital to treat people from all directions, thus fulfilling Han Sheng's ambition to help the world."

Upon hearing this, Master Wu Chu stared intently at Master Jin's face and slowly asked, "So, Master Jin can guarantee that there will be no trouble with the leaders in the capital?" Master

Jin pondered for a moment and said, "Time is running out. I will do my best. Once that major event is over, things will naturally calm down."

"What major event?" Han Sheng couldn't help but ask again.

Master Jin smiled, pointed upwards with his finger, and said tactfully, "A matter of utmost importance."

"I understand, Hansheng, don't ask anymore," Wu Chushanren waved his hand, stopping Hansheng from continuing.

Master Jin nodded and said to Hansheng, "Come, let me release your acupoints."

Wu Chushanren looked at Master Jin in surprise, then at Hansheng, but remained silent.

"No need, I've already released the acupoints myself," Hansheng replied calmly.

"Oh," Master Jin stared at Hansheng in astonishment, then sighed deeply, "Hansheng, you truly are a successor of the Qingnang School. I am deeply ashamed."

Hansheng thought to himself, "That was done by the suction tube. "

"Master Jin," Wu Chushanren said sincerely, "forty years ago, a living Buddha's prophecy led to endless bloodshed in the martial world, causing my family to be destroyed and forcing me to flee. We are just ordinary people, with no intention of getting involved in the political vortex. 'In times of prosperity, the people suffer; in times of ruin, the people suffer.' I only wish to use my medical skills to treat the poor. I appreciate Master Jin's good intentions, but could you please tell me if the calamities can be averted after the Year of the Dragon?" Master Jin

sighed softly, "The Year of the Dragon is the Chinese people's birth year, which has always been unlucky. I am proficient in divination and should understand."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master Jin. Hansheng, we can go now. Lan'er is still waiting for you in Nanshan Village," Wu Chushanren said.

"Lan'er is here too?" Hansheng said happily.

Wu Chushanren bid farewell to Master Jin, and Feng Sheng stood up, wanting to leave with Hansheng.

"Feng Sheng, don't go. I need to discuss the next steps with you," Master Jin said calmly.

Han Sheng picked up the still-sleeping Shen Caihua and the suction tube, silently walked out of the room, and left the Liqun Inn with Shanren, heading towards Nanshan Village.

Chapter 349

"Did the Chief send you to kill me to silence me?" Master Jin narrowed his eyes and said casually.

Feng Sheng's heart tightened, and he was so flustered that he stammered, "What did you say? I don't understand..."

"The Chief has obtained the Geda Prophecy, so I am no longer of any use. The useful person is Han Sheng, because the Chief believes that he is the only one who can possibly decipher the sheepskin prophecy, is that right?" Master Jin asked.

"I still don't understand," Feng Sheng firmly denied.

"Is that so?" Master Jin muttered, but before anyone could react, he struck with lightning speed, stabbing Feng Sheng's right supraclavicular fossa at the Quepen acupoint.

The Quepen acupoint, also known as the Shigai acupoint, is where the Stomach Meridian's earth-level water flows and disperses to various parts of the body. This point is affected, directly causing paralysis of Feng Sheng's platysma, omohyoid muscle, and the middle branch of the supraclavicular nerve, rendering his right hand completely immobile.

Master Jin sat upright on the bed, silently pulling the pistol from Feng Sheng's right trouser pocket, stuffing it under his buttocks without even looking at it. Then he found the letter of introduction, glanced at it, and said, "Feng Sheng, the letter of introduction states that you escorted Han Sheng and the other two back to the capital. I should have been killed by now, right?"

"This was the commander's original instruction. When he later discovered that you gave him a fake sheepskin, he sent me to contact you to find out where the real Geda prophecy was, and then..." Seeing that his scheme had been exposed, Feng Sheng simply confessed everything.

"Then they'll shoot me, take Hansheng back to Beijing, and then kill you to silence you. Whether Hansheng can decipher the prophecy or not, he still can't escape being silenced, because we know too much." Master Jin interrupted Feng Sheng, saying with a cold laugh.

"That's probably how it will end," Feng Sheng sighed.

"How did the commander know that the old sheepskin was fake?" Master Jin wondered, thinking that his counterfeit should be indistinguishable from the real thing; he wondered where things went wrong.

"The commander told me this morning on the phone. I thought it was real, but it turned out the Japanese stole it," Feng Sheng said.

"The Japanese? What happened?" Master Jin asked warily. Feng

Sheng then recounted the events at the Shwedagon Pagoda in Yangon, Myanmar, his encounter with Liu Jia on the plane, their journey to Wuyuan together, his sudden meeting with Wu Chushan last night, and Liu Jia's abrupt departure this morning, during which she stole the fake sheepskin. However, he concealed his intimate relationship with Liu Jia.

"So, even Wu Chushanren saw the flaw in the sheepskin? My skills are still lacking," Master Jin said self-deprecatingly.

"Do you still have the real old sheepskin that records Geda's prophecy?" Feng Sheng asked.

"In Myitkyina, I've already returned it to Han Sheng," Master Jin replied.

"Did you really kill the Ancestor?" Feng Sheng asked hesitantly.

"That's right," Master Jin answered.

"Why did you kill her?" Feng Sheng pressed.

"This person was simple-minded and wouldn't listen to advice, relentlessly pursuing me and ruining my plans. I had no choice but to kill her," Master Jin said expressionlessly.

“I see,” Feng Sheng nodded, then calmly looked at Master Jin and said, “Now are you going to kill me too?”

Master Jin chuckled and shook his head, saying, “No, I won’t kill you. Instead, I need you to cooperate with me in a play.”

Feng Sheng stared at him blankly: “A play… what play?”

“The Japanese stole the real Geda language. To be precise, it was the leader’s son-in-law, Huang Jianguo.” Master Jin chuckled softly and sinisterly.

“Tell me about it.” Feng Sheng looked at this grandmaster of Taoism from the Central Plains with confusion, wondering what he was up to now.

Master Jin swallowed a mouthful of steamed bun and slowly said, "The whole incident unfolded like this: the Geda prophecy was indeed recorded on an old sheepskin, which Danba Lama entrusted to Hansheng before his death. Liu Jinmo, a seasoned veteran of the martial world, forged a fake sheepskin for Hansheng, which was stolen by Jia Shiming in the jungles of Myanmar—the very same sheepskin I gave to the leader. Later, the Shwedagon Pagoda in Yangon, Myanmar, was stolen by the Japanese through a scheme, but Kurosawa immediately discovered that the sheepskin was a fake. Therefore, they intensified their surveillance of the leader from Yangon all the way to Beijing. At the Capital Airport, they were watching you as you turned back to Jiangxi, so they immediately sent a Japanese female agent, Liu Jia, to pretend to meet you on the plane and accompany you all the way to Wuyuan. At the same time, another group followed Huang Jianguo, who was extremely familiar with the culture and geography of Wuyuan. This description of the process should be quite reasonable, right?"

Feng Sheng nodded and said nothing.

"I found Hansheng in the rainforest of Myanmar and discovered that the real sheepskin was still in his possession. I then used acupuncture to immobilize him and brought him to Wuyuan. Considering that Hansheng was already trapped, I didn't rush to take the sheepskin; it remained on his person. In the inn, you met with me. After learning the whereabouts of the real sheepskin, you decisively shot and killed me, Jia Shiming, as instructed by the commander. You were preparing to take Hansheng and the sheepskin containing the prophecy of Geda back to Beijing, but unexpectedly, things suddenly took a turn for the worse." Master Jin spoke eloquently.

"What turn for the worse?" Feng Sheng, captivated by Master Jin's story, couldn't help but ask.

"Huang Jianguo, the commander's son-in-law and that trained female agent Liu Jia made their move first," Master Jin glanced at Feng Sheng and continued, "The female agent first seduced you with her beauty, taking off her pants in the inn and proposing to have sex with you..."

"Ah... and then?" Feng Sheng felt his mouth go dry.

"I didn't expect you to be so unmoved by women, your revolutionary will so firm. You repeatedly and sternly rebuked Liu Jia for her despicable behavior. Considering the woman's naked lower body, and that it was inappropriate for you, as a revolutionary cadre, to look at her, you turned your back to her... But just then, you suddenly felt a sharp pain in your neck and instantly lost consciousness. When you woke up, you found that Liu Jia and Han Sheng were gone. You endured the numbness in your neck, disposed of my body under the cover of darkness, and then called the leader to report." Master Jin finished his narration and let out a soft sigh.

Feng Sheng thought about the story Master Jin had fabricated and understood that his true intention was to both protect Han Sheng and exonerate himself and Feng Sheng. This old Taoist priest would probably live in anonymity from now on, but would the leader believe all of this?

"How can I make the leader believe that this was the work of the Japanese?" Feng Sheng asked hesitantly.

"Well, in your moments before losing consciousness, you caught a glimpse of Huang Jianguo at the door," Master Jin added.

"Won't the gunshots attract the attention of the people in the inn?" Feng Sheng asked suspiciously.

"It's simple. Your Mauser pistol isn't very big; covering it with a pillow will make it much quieter." Master Jin said, pulling Feng Sheng's pistol from under his buttocks. He grabbed a soft pillow from the bed, wrapped it around the pistol, and fired a shot at the wall, producing a low, muffled sound, like a teacup falling to the ground.

Feng Sheng was startled. This old Taoist could shoot without hesitation; he was definitely a man who wouldn't even flinch when killing.

"You… since you're already dead, the White Cloud Temple in the capital certainly won't show its face again. Where will you go from here?" Feng Sheng stammered, thinking that Jia Shiming seemed to have a deep background, definitely not just a spy for the leader.

"Blue Moon Valley, it's the only remaining paradise in the world. I will devote myself to studying the Kagyu school's scriptures there, integrating them with my Quanzhen Taoist teachings," Master Jin replied.

Hmph, who would believe that? If he truly wanted to escape the world, why go to such lengths? It's a pity his parents have a large family to support, so he can't just leave. Otherwise, how pleasant it would be to roam the world

with Han Sheng! "This humble Taoist will now release your pressure points. From now on, you'd better take care of yourself," said Taoist Jin. With that, he swiftly tapped Feng Sheng's right shoulder blade two or three times.

Feng Sheng's entire right arm gradually regained sensation.

"Feng Sheng, would you like this humble Taoist to give you a good whack on the neck?" Taoist Jin said earnestly.

"No, no..." Feng Sheng hurriedly refused. He still vividly remembered Xiao Yanfang's neck-scratching; another blow would surely break his cervical spine.

"Hahaha..." Taoist Jin laughed loudly, grabbed two meat buns, and strode out the door.

Inside the room, Feng Sheng sat blankly on the bed. Alas, the political vortex was truly untouchable. This Taoist Jin had pulled off a clever escape, leaving Feng Sheng behind. The rest of the story was entirely up to him to resolve.

He slowly stood up, stretched his arms, and walked to the wall to examine it. A small bullet was embedded in a crack in the brick. Feng Sheng pried the yellow bullet out and put it in his pocket. He put the pistol back in his trouser pocket, tucked the punctured pillow under the blanket, checked around, and seeing nothing else amiss, lowered his head and hurriedly left the inn.

The call from Beijing wouldn't be hung up until tomorrow, so what should he do now? Right, Han Sheng and Wu Chushanren went to Nanshan Village, didn't they? He might as well go and chat with them; who knows if he'd have another chance.

Having made up his mind, Feng Sheng asked a passerby for directions to Nanshan Village and hurriedly chased after them.

Along the way, the image of Liu Jia's shy and tender figure kept lingering in Feng Sheng's mind. Sigh, he often heard the old folks say that "Korean girls and Japanese women" were the most tender; it seemed that was indeed true.

Chapter 350

Gazing at Nanshan Village from afar, the bamboo forest was shrouded in mist, and wisps of smoke rose from the farmhouses—a truly picturesque rural scene. Han Sheng was mesmerized. Only after a long journey did he truly feel the warmth of his hometown.

"Han Sheng is finally back," he murmured, tears welling in his eyes.

The big yellow dog, Benben, and the black dog, Heimei, were overjoyed, whimpering and leading a pack of puppies towards the old house site at the east end of the village.

Standing before his own door, looking around at the unchanged scenery except for the ruins at his feet, he felt a deep sense of desolation.

"Uncle Shanren," Han Sheng said sadly, "I want to rebuild three thatched houses in the same place, just like before, and bring back the remains of my father and Aunt Hexiang for burial. This will be Han Sheng and Lan'er's home."

Wu Chushan smiled slightly and said, "Though we live a simple life, peace and safety have always been a blessing."

Han Sheng thought for a moment and then said, "If what Master Jin said is true, I want to withdraw money from the bank and build a hospital in Nanshan Village. Ordinary people can come for free medical treatment, and poor families can stay and eat for free."

Wu Chushan nodded approvingly, "Lan'er and I will help you manage it."

"By the way, Uncle Shanren, why didn't you let me continue asking Master Jin questions at the inn?" Han Sheng asked, puzzled.

“Alas,” Wu Chushan sighed, looking at Han Sheng, “Some things are self-evident. Master Jin is right. This is a deep political vortex. Kind people avoid it like the plague, and a slight misstep can make them victims. The death of the Ancestor is a case in point. This Jia Shiming is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also incredibly cunning. He has been able to pretend to be blind for so many years, enduring hardships that few can bear. The Geda Prophecy is something certain political forces dream of. To obtain this old sheepskin, they are willing to sacrifice innocent lives. Therefore, Master Jin’s reluctance to let you get involved is a good intention.”

“But he did kill the Ancestor after all…” Han Sheng’s heart was heavy with worry, and the image of the bloody “Jin” character on the Ancestor’s bare chest and abdomen kept flashing before his eyes.

“This is the bloodshed and cruelty of politics… Child, this year is the Year of the Dragon. Something big is bound to happen. Premier Zhou passed away at the beginning of the year, and there may be even more unexpected things to come,” Wu Chushan said worriedly.

"Will it be a natural disaster or a man-made one?" Han Sheng muttered to himself.

"Since ancient times, natural disasters and man-made disasters have often come together," Wu Chushanren said, gazing at the sky with a heavy heart.

"I must find Mo Mo as soon as possible; it's our ancestor's last wish," Han Sheng said thoughtfully.

"How will you search in the vast rainforests of Southeast Asia?" Wu Chushanren frowned.

"Lu Taiguan once said that we could organize a mercenary force in Hong Kong, equipped with helicopters, to search," Han Sheng suddenly said urgently, his eyes lighting up.

"Alright, let's leave this place of trouble for now. Once the major events of the Year of the Dragon are over, everything will surely clear up," Wu Chushanren said softly.

"Han Sheng..." Lan'er stood at the door of Zhu Biao's house, tears streaming down her face.

Han Sheng was also overwhelmed with emotion, speechless for a moment.

"Brother Hansheng, guess who I am?" A voice suddenly came from behind Lan'er, and then Elder Ye suddenly jumped out, shaking his head and shouting loudly.

"Elder Ye, you're here too." Hansheng smiled slightly.

Lan'er grabbed Shen Caihua, who was naked from the waist down, and hugged him tightly, saying happily, "Caihua, you scared everyone! How did you get out of the valley? And where's Zu Mo?"

"I want Mo Mo." Shen Caihua said aggrievedly, his eyes filled with tears.

"Mo Mo was taken away by a Thai sorcerer." Hansheng said to Lan'er apologetically.

"Ah..." Lan'er was shocked.

"I will find her." Hansheng comforted Lan'er.

Old Master Ye's gaze fell on the suction tube. He tilted his head and looked it over from side to side, exclaiming in surprise, "Eh, what is this thing?"

Shen Caihua hugged the suction tube tightly, stroking its green fur affectionately, and whispered, "It's a suction tube."

"Hansheng, we came out of the valley this time for two reasons: first, to find you and the children, and second, to investigate the Taiji Yin Aura. Last night, we met Huang Jianguo in Wuyuan. He's very different now, seemingly possessing a strange skill that I can no longer control. I suspect that Old Master Huang's burial method was correct. Wu Daoming and I both misjudged Director Huang Qiansui. They may have buried Old Master Huang alive, head to toe, according to the 'proper burial method.' That's why Huang Jianguo was able to repeatedly escape danger by leveraging the power of the Taiji Yin Aura. If that's the case, Huang Jianguo, after enduring so much hardship, will truly take over the Central Plains in ten years, bringing about a catastrophe," Wu Chushan said with a heavy heart.

"Uncle Shanren, what do you want to do?" Hansheng asked.

“Tonight at midnight, we’ll go to the Taiji Yin Halo and dig it open to see what’s going on. If it’s really like that, we’ll be in big trouble,” Wu Chushanren said, shaking his head.

“Then can we move Old Master Huang’s body?” Han Sheng asked softly.

“It’s too late. Old Master Huang was buried alive, and he was starved for several days to purge his intestines. Then he was bathed, his hair was shaved off, his old skin was scraped off, and he was buried naked, abandoning the coffin. His power is definitely greater than that of the Taiji Yang Halo where Zhu Yuanzhang’s mother was buried. The key is that in the first five days, if nothing changes, the Five Elements will merge with the Earth’s magnetic force, and we’ll probably have a hard time turning the tide.” Wu Chushanren explained anxiously.

“Since we have ten years, I can go and kill Huang Jianguo, destroy his body, and see what he can do to rule the Central Plains?” Ye Lao interjected indignantly from the side.

“I’m afraid we can’t kill him now…” Wu Chushanren let out a long sigh.

That night, under a clear, bright moon, Wu Chushan and Han Sheng, carrying flashlights and shovels, Lan'er carrying the sleeping Shen Caihua, and Ye Lao carrying a suction cup, headed straight for Linggu Cave at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. Feng Sheng, having found Zhu Biao's house at dusk, eagerly followed.

Benben led the way, while Heimei stayed in the thatched hut to lull the babies to sleep. The leader of the Yin Bats, wearing a riding cape, led his Yin Bats, circling proudly in the night sky.

"Caw caw..." The crows in the bamboo forest still stuck their heads out and cawed a few times at them before falling silent.

The group then crawled into the bushes in front of Linggu Cave and arrived at the Taiji Yin Halo.

Under the moonlight, on the bare Taiji Yin Halo, the five-colored earthen rings remained neatly arranged and clearly discernible, thanks to the Earth's magnetic field, which prevented the soil from being disturbed and altering their orderly color rings.

"Where does the lonely soul linger under the moon? An old friend comes before Linggu Cave. Six hundred years of dreams left behind in Qingtian, all swept away in the blink of an eye. Who would believe that within the noble mansion, ten years of fragrant grasses remained? Enough to leave behind endless sorrow for a thousand years, only this man knows its grief..." Wu Chushanren stood with his hands behind his back under the moon, softly reciting the poem.

"Uncle Shanren, where should we start digging?" Hansheng asked, holding an iron hoe.

Wu Chushanren pondered for a moment and said, "I heard Granny Wang say that Wu Daoming, the nameless nun, and those people from Taiwan are buried on the outer edge of the Taiji Yin Halo. Zhu Biao and Shen Caihua were buried here with Dr. Zhu. Let's not disturb them. Hansheng, you can dig directly in the center of the Taiji Yin Halo. Old Master Huang was buried upright, so the area he occupies is not large. Be careful not to hurt the old man."

Hansheng raised his hoe and dug down according to the direction the man pointed.

The soil in the Taiji Yin Aura was dry and loose, making digging relatively easy. Han Sheng carefully dug, while the others watched intently, their eyes wide.

"Mom..." Shen Caihua had woken up sometime earlier, his little nose twitching as he softly called out.

Lan'er hugged little Caihua tightly, gazing at him with affection.

"The depth should be about right, but why isn't we seeing Old Master Huang's body yet?" Wu Chushanren asked, looking at the deepening grave.

"Could the body have already decomposed?" Feng Sheng asked, his eyes fixed on the grave.

Wu Chushanren shook his head and said, "The Taiji Yin Aura is a dragon's lair that carries the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Under the protection of its magnetic field, the body will definitely not decompose, and the face should still be lifelike, as if the person is fast asleep."

"Got it!" Han Sheng exclaimed, throwing down his hoe and gently digging with his hands.

Under the moonlight, a white light flashed deep within the shadows. As the surrounding soil was removed, a bald skull was revealed… Wu Chushan was horrified and hurriedly told Hansheng to continue digging.

Before long, a complete, white skeleton with legs crossed was gradually revealed, silently sitting in the cool moonlight…

Chapter 351,

“The Essentials of Understanding,” states: “All things return to the same Taiji, and each thing possesses its own Taiji, let alone geography. Therefore, when selecting a burial site, one must recognize this halo. People know it is hidden within the soil, but they do not know that this halo also exists outside the soil. This halo is often vague and cannot be represented. It has a shadow but no form, a faint rumbling. The outer edge of the halo is slightly raised, like sand but not sand; the inner edge is slightly concave, like water but not water. This is what is visible in the subtle. The bright lips, dark halo, shallow depressions, and slight protrusions are what is visible in the obvious. This is the natural root of heaven, earth, and all living things, the true burial mouth.”

Wu Chushan silently gazed at the white skeleton sitting in the tomb, speechless for a long time.

"Uncle Shanren, could some insects have eaten away at Old Master Huang's body?" Han Sheng asked softly, but then became puzzled. "Then how did he manage to sit cross-legged in meditation?"

"Dead people don't change their posture on their own," Feng Sheng said confidently from the side.

Wu Chushan remained silent, gazing up at the night sky for a long time before slowly saying, "This isn't Old Master Huang."

Han Sheng was extremely surprised upon hearing this: "Not Old Master Huang? Then who is it?"

"I don't know..." Wu Chushan muttered to himself.

Feng Sheng switched on his flashlight, jumped into the tomb, and squatted down beside the skeleton to examine it carefully.

"This is a woman's skeleton," Feng Sheng said.

"A woman?" Han Sheng was even more astonished.

“Yes,” Feng Sheng explained in more detail, “I studied forensic medicine in the ministry. The human body has 365 bones, which corresponds to the 365 days of the year. When a corpse decomposes, a man's bones are white, while a woman's bones are dark black because when a woman menstruates, blood seeps into the bones, causing them to turn black. The color is similar to the bones of someone who died from arsenic poisoning. Furthermore, a man has eight skull bones from the top of his head to his ears and the back of his head. Only in Runan County, Zhumadian Prefecture, Henan Province, formerly known as Shangcai, do men have nine, one more. The back of a man's head…” There's a horizontal seam, and from its midpoint down to the hairline, there's another vertical seam. A woman's skull only has six ribs; although there's a horizontal seam at the back of her head, it lacks the vertical seam. The ribs also differ: men have twelve on each side, eight long and four short, while women have fourteen on each side. The male coccyx and vertebrae are slightly concave at the junction, with pointed lobes on either side, resembling water chestnuts, and nine small openings around it. A woman's coccyx and vertebrae are straight at the junction, with six small openings around it, one for urination and defecation. Based on these characteristics, I dare say this skeleton is a woman's.”

“The corpse of Shen Caihua?” Han Sheng exclaimed softly.

“How old was Shen Caihua?” Feng Sheng asked.

“In her twenties,” Han Sheng replied.

"No, the older a person gets, the more their teeth wear down. For people aged 13-23, the tips of their teeth just start to wear down, and by age 35, the tips are worn down to reveal black denticles. This skeleton's teeth are completely worn down and exposed, so she must be at least over sixty years old. Therefore, she could never be the young Shen Caihua you described," Feng Sheng said confidently.

"Feng Sheng, can you accurately determine this woman's height?" Wu Chushan asked.

"This old woman is rather short, definitely not over 1.5 meters," Feng Sheng calculated and then answered confidently.

"In that case, she can't be the nameless nun either," Wu Chushan muttered to himself, staring at the skeleton in the moonlight.

Thank you everyone for your enthusiastic comments regarding the number of bones in the human body. Modern Western anatomy recognizes 206 bones in the human body. The ruler in the first part of *The Corpse Clothes of the Green Bag* also states that Han Sheng arranged his grandfather's remains in the room as having 206 bones.

The 365 pieces mentioned by Feng Sheng are based on the records in the Song Dynasty book *Collected Cases of Injustice Rectified*, an ancient Chinese forensic medicine work. Written by Song Ci of the Southern Song Dynasty and published in 1247, it is the world's first extant systematic treatise on forensic medicine. It records: 17. The bones of a person undergoing examination have 365 joints, corresponding to 365 days in a year.

Men's bones are white, women's bones are black. When a woman gives birth, the bone bleeds like a river, hence the blackness. If poison is ingested, the bone turns black. This must be carefully examined.

The skull of a man has eight pieces from the top of his head to the ears and the back of his head; people from Caizhou have nine pieces. There is a horizontal seam at the back of the head. Straight down to the hairline, there is another vertical seam. Women have only six pieces, with a horizontal seam at the back of the head. Straight down, there is no seam.

There are twenty-four teeth, or twenty-eight, or thirty-two, or thirty-six.

There are three ribs in front of the chest.

There is one heart bone, as tender as a coin.

The neck and spine each have twelve joints.

From the neck to the waist, there are twenty-four bones, with one large bone at the top.

Each shoulder blade has one axe and one scapula.

There are twelve ribs on each side for men, eight long and four short.

Women have fourteen ribs each.

Both men and women have a bone about the size of a palm in their waist, with eight orifices arranged in four rows. There are two segments of each hand and foot bone. Men have scapulae along the sides of their wrists and shinbones, but women do not. Each knee has a bone hidden within, about the size of a thumb. Each palm and foot has five joints; the thumb and fifth toe each have two phalanges, and the remaining fourteen fingers each have three phalanges.

The coccyx bone is like a pig's kidney, lying supine below the joints.

For men, the area where the spine connects is concave, with pointed lobes on both sides, like angular edges, and nine orifices around it.

For women, the area where the spine connects is straight, with six orifices around it.

There is one orifice each for urination and

defecation. The bones are strung together with hemp, straw, or thin bamboo strips, and each is labeled with a paper tag to prevent errors during inspection.

When citing sources, it seems best to rely on modern anatomical medical literature, since anatomical medicine in the Song Dynasty was still in its infancy and errors are inevitable.

I will correct these in the physical book. Although "The Corpse in the Green Bag" is a supernatural ghost story, I still strive to ensure it is based on medical evidence; otherwise, domestic medical experts will surely join forces with the city management to attack me, and I will only be able to run away in shame. "But I heard Dad say that the human body has 204 bones, right? Foreigners have 206, and their fifth toe bone is one more than ours," Han Sheng said doubtfully.

Feng Sheng smiled and explained, "The first textbook I encountered when I was studying forensic medicine was 'Collected Cases of Injustice Rectified,' written by Song Ci, a judicial official during the Southern Song Dynasty, and published in the seventh year of the Chunyou era (1247 AD). It is the world's first extant systematic treatise on forensic medicine. Because it left such a deep impression, I blurted it out in my haste. In fact, more than seven hundred years ago, forensic medicine in China was still in its infancy, and it contained many errors. For example, the book records that there are 365 days in a year, and therefore 365 bones in a human body. However, modern anatomy has found that the human body actually has only 206 bones. To distinguish between male and female skeletons, one only needs to identify the pelvis. Generally, the male pelvis is high and narrow, shaped like a funnel, while the female pelvis is low and wide, shaped like a barrel. The upper entrance and lower exit are also relatively wide and circular, serving as the passage for childbirth. Therefore, it can be determined that this is the skeleton of an old woman."

Han Sheng secretly opened his fly-like eyes and, by the dim moonlight, carefully observed the unidentified skeleton.

"This old woman looks rather strange," Han Sheng murmured to himself.

"Han Sheng, do you see anything strange about her?" Wu Chushanren, seeing the oddity in Han Sheng's words, knew he must have discovered something, so he quickly asked.

"A hairy corpse... hair hidden in the soil, hair grows when the moon is bright at midnight and the wind blows, growing one inch every hour, reaching three inches by cockcrow, able to speak, and can walk backwards, a rare sight in the world." Han Sheng silently recalled the records of eighteen kinds of corpse transformation in the "Corpse Clothing Classic," and answered cautiously.

"This skeleton is a hairy corpse?" Wu Chushanren gasped.

"Yes, she has already started growing downy hair." Han Sheng pointed at the skeleton.

"How is that possible?" Feng Sheng smiled and shone his flashlight on the white skeleton, reaching out to touch it, and couldn't help but exclaim, "It really has stubble!"

Lan'er's eyes widened, staring nervously at the tomb, clutching Xiao Caihua tightly in her arms.

Xiao Caihua's deep eyes were also fixed on the skull, her pupils constantly dilating and contracting, her little tongue peeking out to lick her lips.

Only Ye Lao tilted his head, watching the skull with great interest, wondering how this female hairy corpse looked compared to Old Cuihua.

"Hansheng, the emergence of a hairy corpse, I don't know if it's a calamity or a disaster, we should quickly bury it and restore it to its original state." Although Wu Chushan had heard of the eighteen types of corpse transformation, he knew nothing about the characteristics of hairy corpses, so he said with considerable concern.

Hansheng nodded and said, "Hairy corpses can only be active at night. Although they have no internal organs, they like male crickets. After catching them, they swallow them and store them in their chest cavity. Because their bodies are covered with dense hair, the crickets cannot escape. When they accumulate enough, they can utter simple human speech from their chest cavity, and their voice is very clear."

"So strange, let's bury it first," Wu Chushan instructed.

Under the moonlight, the hairy skeleton had grown a layer of white down. Han Sheng and Feng Sheng covered her body with shovelfuls of soil until the Tai Chi Yin halo was filled in.

"Alright," Wu Chushanren breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Han Sheng, who was deep in thought, and then asked, "Han Sheng, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering, where did Old Master Huang go?" Han Sheng replied, puzzled.

The night was hazy and quiet. The group returned to Nanshan Village under the moonlight.

Lan'er found some flour in Zhu Biao's house and made some noodles by hand for everyone's midnight snack.

"When Old Master Huang was buried, Wu Daoming, the nun, and I were waiting outside the tent. How did the corpse change? And it's a hairy corpse." Wu Chushanren frowned, completely baffled.

"Back then, a group of golden-headed turtles nested within the Taiji Yin Halo. The female turtle possessed extremely heavy Yin energy and once injured your arm, Uncle Shanren. Could the changes in Old Master Huang's body be related to them?" Han Sheng asked doubtfully.

Wu Chushanren shook his head and said, "At the time of burial, those golden-headed turtles were not seen. According to Wu Daoming, the golden-headed turtles had almost completely devoured the bones of the dead pig we were about to destroy the Taiji Yin Halo. Later, he and the nun used Yin-Yang cones and hair to seal their neck acupoints, and the golden-headed turtles left the Taiji Yin Halo and disappeared without a trace."

Han Sheng suddenly remembered that at the Tianmen Inn in Xiangxi, Zhu Biao had told him that Meng Zhuqi had sent two militiamen, Meng Wu and another, to escort them to Wolong Valley to kill them and silence them. Coincidentally, they were saved by the golden-headed turtles, and both thieves were devoured by them.

"They went to Wolong Valley," Han Sheng nodded, repeating Zhu Biao's words.

Everyone made various guesses, but in the end, they were still completely confused and couldn't figure it out.

The next morning, Feng Sheng was going back to Wuyuan County, so Han Sheng and Wu Chushanren accompanied him, intending to try and find out if the frozen Hong Kong bank draft had really been unfrozen as Master Jin had said.

When they arrived in the county, the bank was already open. Han Sheng found the manager he knew before.

"Oh my, little miracle doctor, it's amazing! Following your method, I only took less than two jin of 'Huoshi,' and I'm completely fine," the manager said excitedly, glancing at the female tellers behind the counter. "Now I can have sex every night, not only is my back pain gone, but I can also last a long time."

Han Sheng smiled wryly and said, "Sexual activity still needs to be moderate; medicine can't replace the loss of essence."

"That's right, that's right," the manager nodded hurriedly.

"What 'living master'?" Feng Sheng asked softly. He might need such a powerful aphrodisiac in the future.

"It's a tadpole, a toad larva, with a big head and a small body, resembling a giant male sperm," the director explained mysteriously.

Tadpoles? Feng Sheng pondered. Hmm, the shape and movement were indeed remarkably similar to sperm. No wonder traditional Chinese medicine is so adept at "using form to supplement form"—this was taken to the extreme… "Miracle doctor, good news! We received a notification from the provincial bank. The 40 million yuan bank draft from the Bank of China in Hong Kong that you exchanged last year has been unfrozen and is ready to use. Do you want to deposit it as a fixed deposit or a current account?" the director said readily.

"Current account, I can withdraw it anytime," Han Sheng said calmly.

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