The Corpse Clothes of the Green Bag [Complete] - 30

Chapter 380

Mao Yishi was quite embarrassed and slowly stood up.

Han Sheng said, "Granny, Mao Yishi, the Undying Bone, is the successor of Gan Fengchi, the great hero of Jiangnan during the Yongzheng era. He is both righteous and evil. Why not turn hostility into friendship? It's just a few drops of 'Sweat and Green,' you can give it to him."

The Hakka Granny chuckled and said, "Han Sheng, have you forgotten what I said? The baby stays, the 'Sweat and Green' is yours. Whoever you choose to give it to is none of my business anymore, how about it?"

Han Sheng still shook his head and sighed, "This concerns Shen Caihua's life, I cannot agree."

"Hmph," the Hakka Granny's face changed and she said coldly, "Then I'm sorry, I won't keep you company." After saying that, the old woman leaped down the mountain and went through the houses and ridges of the manor.

Mao Yishi stamped his foot in anger, saying bitterly, "Since that's the case, don't blame me for showing no mercy and killing that sweaty corpse."

"Mao Yishi, actually, the length of the Undying Bone's life force shouldn't matter too much, as long as it doesn't affect excretion. Do you still engage in sexual relations?" Han Sheng asked doubtfully.

"Alas, Han Sheng, if the life force is short, urination will be greatly reduced. With corpses and demons roaming the world, the Undying Bone's duty to exorcise demons is a heavy responsibility..." Mao Yishi explained regretfully.

Han Sheng nodded, thinking, "Actually, the Hakka Granny isn't a stingy person. She wants to use 'Han Qing' as a condition to force me to agree to leave the baby with her as an apprentice. If you beg the Granny kindly again, perhaps there will be a change of heart."

Mao Yishi agreed, and then put on the clothes that were neatly folded on the ground one by one, and returned to the manor with Han Sheng.

Inside the main room, the Hakka matron sat in a chair, coldly watching Han Sheng and Mao Yishi enter without uttering a word… “You two talk it over. I’m going to check on the child.” Han Sheng turned and went into the side room.

The large coffin in the middle of the room was still there, but the thick coffin lid was now closed… “Caihua!” Han Sheng exclaimed in shock, hurriedly trying to push the coffin lid open, but it wouldn’t budge. Upon closer inspection, the entire coffin was a single piece, without the slightest gap!

“Granny! What’s going on?” Han Sheng rushed into the main room, urgently asking the Hakka matron.

Under the dim oil lamp, the Hakka matron said calmly, “Shen Caihua has already entered the Zhuyou Spirit Coffin. You should take this bottle of ‘Hanqing’ and leave Miaoli with your friend, the Undying Bone.”

“Zhuyou Spirit Coffin?” Han Sheng had never heard of this name before.

"Hehe," the old woman chuckled, "Without Granny's incantation, the spirit coffin cannot be opened."

"Without air, the child will suffocate!" Han Sheng cried anxiously.

"Don't worry about that. How could Granny suffocate her own beloved disciple? You should leave quickly. If you displease Granny, she'd rather turn this chubby baby into a little 'sweat corpse' inside the coffin. For so many years, no one has ever disobeyed Granny's words." The old woman's face turned ashen, becoming increasingly ferocious.

"The world is treacherous..." Liu Jinmo's metallic, piercing voice rang in Han Sheng's ears again.

Han Sheng felt a deep sadness. In this world, in the martial arts world, the difference between good and evil in human nature is often just a thought away... Since ancient times, who can truly distinguish between them?

Han Sheng's once clear eyes gradually clouded over, silently staring at the Hakka Granny... "Haha, Han Sheng, how have you been..." A familiar voice came from the courtyard.

Han Sheng was startled by this and quickly stepped out of the room. Standing there in the moonlight was a man in a black suit and a scarlet tie, with a handsome face and a refined air, smiling at him… “Huang Jianguo!” Han Sheng exclaimed in surprise.

“To be precise, it should be Wuyuan Taro. My cousin Han Sheng, congratulations on not dying on the plane; that's what gave us the chance to meet again,” Huang Jianguo said smugly.

“So, the explosion on flight CI611 was done by you and Kurosawa?” Han Sheng said calmly.

“No, how could that be? If you had died, it would have been a huge loss for us. It was that Oshima Shigeru who hired someone; I didn't know beforehand.” Under the moonlight, Kurosawa walked in through the open courtyard gate, followed by Ryoko and several men dressed as farmers.

“Brother Hansheng, it wasn’t until flight CI611 landed safely that Mr. Heize and I finally felt relieved. We rushed to Taiwan to find you, and now, as the saying goes, hard work pays off, and we, fellow countrymen, are reunited.” Huang Jianguo’s expression was extremely sincere.

Hansheng’s heart was heavy. Xiao Caihua was trapped inside the Zhuyou coffin. He possessed the extraordinary skill of hysteria, and although he was quick, he couldn’t possibly carry the coffin away. He knew that the likes of Heize and Huang Jianguo had come prepared, and he couldn’t abandon Shen Caihua to escape alone. He was truly in a dilemma. What was especially hateful was that Hakka old woman, so stubborn. If Heize took him away, she would surely be happy to go along with it, naturally keeping Shen Caihua behind. This time, it seemed there was real trouble.

Kurosawa approached, smiling, and said, "Hansheng, I really didn't expect that you and the baby, with your hands and feet bound, could still escape underwater. That's quite remarkable. That's why I specially brought the left and right protectors and several Iga ninjas this time. My advice to you is, don't resist. Just come with us obediently." "Hansheng

, they were rude. You must have a grudge against them, right?" Undying Bone Mao Yishi emerged from the house, his nose twitching slightly.

"A deep grudge," Hansheng nodded in acknowledgment.

At that moment, Huang Jianguo's body suddenly trembled violently. He inhaled a rich, aged corpse's aura, and immediately his hair stood on end. His greedy eyes were fixed on Undying Bone Mao Yishi.

"You...you're actually a hundred-year-old corpse?" Huang Jianguo's cheeks flushed, his face a mixture of shyness and immense surprise.

Mao Yishi spat and disdainfully cursed, "You neither-human, neither-ghost, neither-male-nor-female transvestite, Han Sheng, how about I kill him?"

Han Sheng suddenly realized something and quickly said, "Brother Mao, this man

knows the art of corpse-absorbing, please be careful." Since their encounter in Hong Kong, Mao Yishi had been impressed by the chivalrous nature of Han Sheng, this country bumpkin, and had long wanted to address him as a brother. He was delighted to hear Han Sheng call him "Brother Mao," and thus shouted: "Don't worry, Brother Hansheng, this 'Intermediate Yin Corpse Sucking Technique' has long been lost. This freak only knows some trivial tricks; what can he do to me?"

As Buhua Gu spoke, he began to remove his clothes layer by layer, carefully folding them and placing them on the ground to the side. Then, he straightened his emaciated body and stood proudly in the moonlight... Heize glanced at the naked, skeletal old man in the moonlight and sneered, "Hansheng, you actually brought help?"

"In the martial world, it is our duty to help those in need. Besides, I make a living by exterminating demons and monsters. Today, I will show you the power of the former dynasty's Buhua Gu." Mao Yishi said righteously.

"Undying Bone?" Kurosawa was startled. As the leader of the Corpse-Slaying Cult and a China expert, he was intimately familiar with Central Plains history, legends, and folk tales. He knew that "Undying Bone" was a highly powerful form of corpse transformation, not to be underestimated. He turned back and gave Ryoko a few instructions in Japanese, telling her and the ninjas to assist Taro Uehara and not to be careless.

"Yes, sir!" Ryoko obeyed.

"Haha, so they're just some Japanese pirates from the East. Prepare to die..." Mao Yishi said disdainfully. Hissed out black and white yin-yang energy from the Tai Chi point on his abdomen. Then, he lowered his body, pounced on the ground like a cat, arched his back, twisted his thin buttocks, and let out a "meow." His body immediately became transparent and visible.

"Gauze! Gauze!" Han Sheng cried out repeatedly.

"Thanks for the reminder, brother," Mao Yishi replied, tearing off the gauze from his crotch. He then slowly raised his hind leg towards Huang Jianguo, Liangzi, and the group, revealing half of his penis... Liangzi was furious upon seeing this, and with a wave of his hand, the three Iga ninjas dressed as farmers behind him rolled over on the ground with a "whoosh."

Under the moonlight, Han Sheng watched as the three ninjas attacked, each wielding a strange weapon such as a hexagonal shuriken, a blowgun, and a ninja staff. Han Sheng had never seen these Japanese weapons before and did not know their names, but they were dazzling to behold.

In a moment of desperation, Han Sheng's eyes snapped open, clearly seeing a ninja release a hexagonal shuriken, spinning it towards Mao Yishi's neck; a ninja staff aimed straight for his sharp buttocks; and another ninja, from a small bamboo flute, silently launched a thin poisoned needle towards Mao Yishi's groin… Han Sheng moved swiftly, appearing before Mao Yishi, snatching the staff from the ninja's hand, and catching the hexagonal shuriken and the poisoned needle mid-air. He then instantly retreated to his original position; to the onlookers, it was merely a slight movement of Han Sheng's body. The

hexagonal shuriken, also known as a six-pointed shuriken, is the primary weapon of the Iga ninja. Weighing approximately 40 grams, it spins around its geometric center in the air with a stable trajectory, relying on its sharp, poisoned points to kill enemies, achieving near-perfect accuracy within ten yards. The ninja staff, made of bamboo and bound with copper at both ends, is specifically designed to strike pressure points, similar to the pressure point pegs commonly found in the Central Plains martial arts world.

Just as Han Sheng disarmed the ninja, Mao Yishi's bladder contracted violently, spraying out a highly corrosive stream of urine. Originally a jet of water, its range was greatly reduced due to the bitten part of his penis by the ghost infant, causing it to drench the faces of the three Iga ninjas like a showerhead. With a hissing white smoke, the ninjas' eyes were instantly burned out, their faces torn and bleeding, their screams echoing, before they collapsed and died one after another.

Kurosawa and Ryoko were horrified by the gruesome sight.

"Your body is too thin..." Huang Jianguo said timidly, his eyes gleaming with seductive allure as he looked at Mao Yishi's sharp buttocks.

Chapter 381

Upon hearing Huang Jianguo's soft, husky voice, Mao Yishi couldn't help but get goosebumps. He stared intently at the fellow… Since joining the Corpse-Slaying Sect and learning the Corpse-Absorbing Technique, Huang Jianguo had inadvertently absorbed the Eight Forms of the Incantation Technique of the petrified bald old woman and the inner essence of the Yin-type Ghost Tomb, along with the corpse energy of countless other corpses. This solidified his foundation in the most Yin and evil witchcraft in the world. Given his exceptional intelligence, mastering it was only a matter of time. Now, every morning upon waking, he could feel his skill had improved. He already possessed three more forms of the Eight Forms of the Incantation Technique than Granny Wang and the Hakka Granny, though he wasn't yet proficient in using them. Although he had figured out some incantations, he didn't know the names of the moves. The Ghost Tomb was also the top Yin-type expert within the Corpse-Slaying Sect, and its inner essence greatly catalyzed Huang Jianguo's Yin-type skills. Therefore, he was confident that, given time, he would become the top expert in the Central Plains.

In Tokyo, Japan, he finally received the enormous testicles of a black athlete he had always dreamed of, shedding the label of "sick man of East Asia" and finally able to rise to prominence in China. Unexpectedly, the owner of those testicles was a notorious transvestite from Africa, subtly influencing Huang Jianguo's sexual orientation and personality, a fact Huang Jianguo himself was unaware of, but Kurosawa and Ryoko were well aware of. Since it didn't matter, they simply let him be.

"Hansheng, come with us. Are you still thinking about your ugly wife, Lan'er?" Huang Jianguo said, shyly reaching out to tug at Hansheng's sleeve.

"You despicable transvestite, ptooey!" Mao Yi bit his lip, revealing a slight slit, his tongue pressing against his gums, a thin stream of saliva shooting like a silver thread onto Huang Jianguo's handsome face.

“Hehena, jajie tingtingpo…” Huang Jianguo’s mouth moved, emitting soft moaning sounds, his palms moving horizontally.

The saliva stopped abruptly in mid-air, just inches away from Huang Jianguo, trembling wildly like a headless fly, never managing to touch his skin… Mao Yishi was shocked, thinking, “Who is this demon? He’s so powerful, seemingly blocking my ‘Bone-Melting Saliva’ with ease.”

“Stop!” The Hakka nanny shouted, leaping out of the room, looking at Huang Jianguo suspiciously, “Who are you? How can you use my Zhuyou Sect’s ‘Ghost Wall’?”

“’Ghost Wall’? Oh, so that’s what this move is called.” Huang Jianguo said with sudden realization.

The incantation abruptly stopped, and the "bone-dissolving saliva" seized the opportunity, instantly reaching Huang Jianguo. Hei Ze couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

Huang Jianguo's nose twitched slightly, and he suddenly opened his mouth wide, swallowing the sliver of "bone-dissolving saliva" into his mouth. With a gulp, he swallowed it down.

"Good taste..." he smacked his lips, quite satisfied.

The Yin-human corpse-sucking technique specializes in consuming the stench of rotting corpses, but often ingests saliva, mucus, and decaying internal organs along with it. This is because the Yin-human's body produces a special digestive enzyme that is highly resistant to corrosive liquids. Over time, they develop a vicious habit of finding acidic and alkaline corrosive substances delicious.

"Granny, this person is the villain Huang Jianguo who sucked your second senior sister, the bald-headed old woman!" Han Sheng pointed and shouted.

Upon hearing this, the Hakka nanny's eyes widened, her sharp, resentful gaze scrutinizing Huang Jianguo repeatedly. She slowly said, "So it was you, you wretched man, who killed my second senior sister."

Huang Jianguo snorted and sneered, "So what? Thinking back, that bald old woman still had bad breath. You have to tell me, what are the names of the Eight Forms of Zhu You?"

"Eight Forms?" the Hakka nanny exclaimed in surprise.

"Nanny, the bald old woman sat in 'intermediate state meditation' in the rainforest for ten years and newly comprehended three forms of Zhu You divine skill, but unfortunately, this villain stole them all," Han Sheng explained from the side.

"It's utterly despicable!" the Hakka nanny roared, suddenly reaching out and snapping the string of human teeth bells hanging around her neck. Thirty-two white teeth flew into the air, instantly swelling several times their original size, then arranging themselves in the order of incisors, canines, premolars, molars, and wisdom teeth to form a gaping maw, glaring menacingly at Huang Jianguo.

"Ding-dong..." The copper bell in the Hakka grandmother's hand rang out with a clear and melodious sound, while the large teeth snapped together with a strange "crack, crack."

"Shh, shh, shh..." Suddenly, the copper bell emitted a sound like the clash of swords and spears, and the large white teeth in the air "whoosh"ed down towards Huang Jianguo's head.

Huang Jianguo was terrified. In desperation, he muttered incantations and spontaneously used the second move of the Zhuyou Divine Skill, "Transplanting Flowers and Grafting Trees." However, the incantation he had comprehended was wrong by one word, and it could not be guided by his mind. The large white teeth, which were already close at hand, still bit into his head, tearing off a piece of scalp, and then "transplanted flowers and grafted trees" to bite into Liangzi's head behind him... Liangzi was shocked and quickly stepped back. Even so, the high bun on the top of her head was still bitten off by the large teeth, resulting in a flat head. She gasped and her face turned pale.

She never imagined that the large, white-toothed mouth, having never seen the towering "Bunkin Takashimada" style of Japanese women's hair, would miss its mark and escape injury. Had it been the low-sleeved hairstyle of a typical Central Plains woman, her head would likely be in serious danger.

"Shh...shh..." The copper bell rang rapidly, and the disoriented large mouth lunged at Kurosawa again.

"Where are the left and right protectors?!" Kurosawa roared hoarsely.

With two sharp "whoosh" sounds, two steel hook-shaped kunai flew through the night sky, their claws seizing the upper and lower rows of white teeth from the gaping maw… Under the moonlight, two short, middle-aged men stood atop the east and west walls, not only identical in appearance but also sporting the same samurai-style topknots. They wore tight-fitting black blouses, their pockets bulging with gunpowder, sewing needles, poison, and wound ointments. A long, thin white loincloth wrapped from their necks to their hips and tied at their waists—typical attire of Iga ninjas.

They were the left and right protectors of the Corpse-Cutting Cult, and twins at that.

The kunai, a ninja's climbing tool, had 18-centimeter-long steel claws and iron rings attached to long ropes. At that moment, the protectors simultaneously exerted their strength, tautly pulling the ropes and yanking at the two rows of large teeth. The gleaming white teeth struggled, trying to bite down, but the protectors were incredibly strong, stretching the gaping maw out of shape with a series of "crackling" sounds.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Huang Jianguo clutched his head wound and retreated to the edge of the circle. Seeing everyone looking up at Gang Gou and Da Ya's struggle, he quietly slipped into the house. In the central hall, an altar and memorial tablet were set up, with a cloth curtain hanging behind them. Seeing no one else, he prepared to tear off a piece of the curtain to wrap his bleeding head. Suddenly, he smelled something… Huang Jianguo reached out and pulled back the curtain. His eyes lit up instantly. Sitting atop a wooden lotus-shaped tray was a fat man, completely naked, his white flesh exposed, motionless, and sweating profusely. The smell of flesh was

intoxicating. It was a corpse. Overjoyed, Huang Jianguo rushed forward and clung to the "sweaty corpse," trembling with excitement. He quickly tore off several strips of cloth, blindfolded the corpse, and stuffed its ears, nose, anus, and urethra. Then, he impatiently pursed his lips, using his tongue to pry open the corpse's thick lips, revealing no teeth inside, only yellow gums. Huang Jianguo took a deep breath, then held the corpse's head and began to suck in the air with a series of loud "squeaks"... Under the moonlight, the steel claws "Kuwu" and the two rows of large teeth were locked in a fierce struggle. The two guardians, in perfect unison, let out a muffled groan and simultaneously unleashed their power. A series of crisp cracking sounds followed as the gleaming white teeth finally gave way, shattering one by one, sending a cloud of white tooth powder drifting down into the air... "Oh dear! Those are Li Dishui's teeth..." the Hakka woman cried out in regret.

With two swift movements, the two short, malevolent guardians leaped down from the east and west walls and landed in the circle.

"Well done!" Kurosawa encouraged his two bodyguards.

Only now, by the moonlight, could Kurosawa and Ryoko clearly see the Hakka woman's face. She was short and stocky, with long silver hair, a wrinkled face, a long-sleeved, front-opening short jacket, a red striped apron, and a single-piece skirt with a black front shawl. She wore leggings, the attire of a Taiwanese indigenous Atayal woman.

"Grandma, are you the Hakka woman?" Kurosawa bowed slightly and asked politely.

"Are you Japanese? How dare you come to Nanzhuang, Miaoli to cause trouble and even ruin my husband Li Dishui's teeth! I will not let you off easily!" The Hakka old woman was furious, then pointed at Mao Yishi and cursed, "You 'Undying Bone,' you actually came to my house naked to urinate, are you a dog...?"

At this moment, Kurosawa weighed the strength of both sides and felt that the chances of winning were slim. He thought that coming to Taiwan to hunt down Hansheng would be a piece of cake, but unexpectedly, Undying Bone and the old woman from the Zhuyou Sect suddenly appeared and killed three Yinren ninjas. He couldn't help but feel a little disheartened, but he could see that there seemed to be a rift between the old woman and Undying Bone. Perhaps he could sow discord and divide the other side's forces.

"Old lady, we have no intention of offending you. We just want to take Hansheng away and hope you can do us a favor," Kurosawa said respectfully.

The Hakka nanny also sensed the danger, especially since Huang Jianguo had managed to avoid the man's bite using a clever trick. If he truly possessed the Eight Styles of Zhuyou Divine Skill, she feared she wouldn't be a match for him.

"Your conflict with Hansheng is none of my concern, please leave," the Hakka nanny said, secretly thinking that it would be best to capture Hansheng this way, allowing her to keep the infant Shen Caihua.

Heize was overjoyed upon hearing this: "Excellent! The old lady is truly wise and righteous. Heize thanks you, nanny," he bowed to the old woman, then glanced around and exclaimed in surprise, "Huh, where's Wuyuan Taro?"

At this moment, everyone noticed that Huang Jianguo was gone.

Just then, a soft "squeaking" sucking sound came from inside the room...

Chapter 382

While everyone was still in shock, Huang Jianguo appeared at the doorway, his lips wet, his tongue constantly licking the corners of his mouth, making smacking sounds, one hand rubbing his swollen belly, a smug look on his face.

"Wuyuan Taro, the Hakka matron has agreed to let us take Hansheng away and said she won't make things difficult for us. So, we won't bother her any longer and will take our leave," Kurosawa said loudly, thinking to himself that he should hurry up and call it a day to avoid any complications. He then ordered sharply in Japanese, "Left and Right Protectors, capture Zhu Hansheng!"

The twin protectors simultaneously threw out steel claws called "kunai," which whistled as they grabbed at Hansheng from both sides... Hansheng thought to himself that Shen Caihua was still trapped inside the "Zhuyou Spirit Coffin." He was dealing with the Corpse-Slaying Cult and the Hakka matron in the courtyard. Although he couldn't hurt them, he couldn't win either. He had to think of a way to use his fly-eye advantage to lure the Japanese away and then sneak back to rescue little Caihua.

Having made up his mind, Han Sheng didn't wait for the steel claw "Kuwu" to fall before he took off running towards the courtyard gate. He intentionally controlled his speed, only slightly exceeding that of a normal person, leading the Corpse-Slaying Cult members in pursuit.

Han Sheng ran along the alleys within the village towards the entrance, with Hei Ze, Huang Jianguo, and the others hot on his heels, sometimes close, sometimes distant, but never quite catching up.

The rooster crowed three times, and at dawn, the eastern horizon was already showing the first light of day.

At the three-way intersection outside the south village, a naked infant stood in the hazy light—it was Shen Caihua… The ghost infant held a porcelain bottle in its hands, decorated with a celadon flower, the very same bottle the Hakka grandmother used to hold "Hanqing" (a type of traditional Chinese medicine). Beside the child stood the large blue-purple macaw parrot.

"Caihua!" Han Sheng exclaimed, both surprised and delighted. He rushed forward, embracing the ghost infant, and asked anxiously, "How did you get here?"

"Daddy Han Sheng, this is what you like…" Little Caihua proudly held up the porcelain bottle high.

"This is..." Han Sheng stared at the "Han Qing" porcelain bottle, momentarily astonished.

"I stole it," Xiao Caihua giggled.

"Stop!" On the way out of the manor, Hei Ze and the others caught up, panting and shouting.

Han Sheng looked closely; Shen Caihua appeared no different from usual, so he relaxed.

"Haha, the legendary infant is here too! That's good. Left and right protectors, listen to my command! As long as we control the infant, Zhu Han Sheng will have to obediently follow us." Hei Ze breathed a sigh of relief, grinning maliciously.

Liang Zi, with his uneven hair, glared fiercely at Shen Caihua, waved his hand, and made a spanking gesture, scaring Shen Caihua into clinging tightly to Han Sheng's leg.

Han Sheng glanced at them, ignoring them, and gently stroked Xiao Caihua's head, saying softly, "Don't be afraid, Caihua, that woman will never dare to hit you again. Tell your father, how did you escape from the coffin?"

Shen Caihua was still too young, and his eyes timidly peeked at Liangzi. His description of the events was halting, but Han Sheng eventually understood.

Shen Caihua hugged Dudu and crawled into the bedding inside the coffin, quickly falling asleep... The Zhuyou Spirit Coffin was where Hakka grandmothers practiced their skills, and the coffin still retained a certain Zhuyou magnetic field. For the ghost infant Shen Caihua, this could serve as a catalyst to stimulate the hidden but untapped Burial Ruler internal energy within him.

In the dream, the incantation within the ghost infant's body gradually circulated along the twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians, accompanied by a series of Sanskrit incantations, "Hehena, Zhajietangtangpo..." At first, the sleeping child tried to discern the five different strange incantations, some of which seemed familiar. Later, from the depths of his mind, even stranger musical scales echoed, growing louder and louder, like the tides of the sea, causing all his meridians and internal organs to vibrate. "Wake up, wake up... wake up." A few hoarse voices suddenly rang in Shen Caihua's ears, and then the Sanskrit incantations gradually disappeared like the receding tide... Shen Caihua opened his eyes, finding himself in complete darkness. Reaching out, he realized it was the large parrot, Dudu, who had woken him.

"Caihua, I heard outside... fighting, fighting has started..." Dudu stammered in his ear.

"Is that Hansheng's father?" the ghost infant asked urgently.

“Yes…yes,” Dudu replied.

Shen Caihua, enraged, jumped up, his head slamming against the coffin lid with a loud thud. “Where am I?” he exclaimed, his eyes glazed over.

“The…the coffin of the Zhu You spirit, the old woman’s bed…the bed,” Dudu told him.

“I want to get out,” Caihua said.

“You can’t get out, only the old woman can,” the large parrot Dudu, it turned out, was a stutterer.

Shen Caihua panicked, his eyes reddening, and he opened his mouth to cry, but instead uttered a series of strange Sanskrit chants: “Om Om Ho, Nangka Shana Taghahara…” His two chubby little hands involuntarily raised their index fingers to the sky.

Shen Caihua didn’t know that he had already used the ninth move of the Zhu You divine skill, “Opening the Heavenly Gate,” and how could the thick coffin lid possibly withstand it? With two soft "plop" sounds, the wooden plank was pierced. As the baby's little hand moved in an arc, a large hole was cut into the coffin lid... Dudu was overjoyed. With a peck of its hard beak, the round plank fell into the coffin, letting in a faint sliver of oil lamp light. Shen Caihua gently leaped out of the hole and landed on the floor of the room. Dudu jumped out after him.

"Caihua, Caihua, the kitchen skylight..." The large parrot Dudu, without saying a word, used its large curved beak to drag the ghost baby through the main room towards the back kitchen.

Shen Caihua suddenly remembered something. "Wait for me." As he spoke, he slipped barefoot under the curtain, tiptoed, and carefully picked up the porcelain bottle containing "Hanqing" and held it in his arms.

There was a large, ventilated skylight in the kitchen ceiling. Dudu had Shen Caihua hold onto one of its legs, then flapped its wings forcefully, carrying him out of the skylight.

"You, you're so... heavy," Dudu muttered, panting heavily.

“Let’s go down,” Shen Caihua said.

“No, you, you stole something, Granny will… be angry.” Dudu didn’t dare to fall behind. She circled around the South Village with the ghost baby for a long time, and finally found Han Sheng running quickly out of the village on the ground. So she flapped her wings and landed first at the road entrance outside the village.

The Hakka Granny sighed, stamped her foot and went into the house. She found that the curtain had been drawn back. The old ghost Li Dishui, who had been sitting upright on the lotus tray, had collapsed. His eyes were covered with strips of cloth, his ears and nostrils were blocked, and his flesh was no longer plump. It was a dry brownish-yellow. His thick lips were crooked, and there were still a few drops of saliva left at the corners of his mouth… The Hakka Granny was shocked. She lifted the cloth covering her husband’s crotch with one hand. There was a strip of cloth stuffed in his anus, and the glans of his penis had been tied into a club shape by thin strips of cloth.

"That damned villain..." The old woman wailed, tears streaming down her face. She realized that the person who had sneaked into the house had absorbed the old ghost's corpse energy. She pounded her chest and wept bitterly, "How could I have been so careless? That wicked man surnamed Huang once drained my second senior sister to death..."

Looking closer, she noticed that the blue-and-white porcelain vase containing "Han Qing" under the lotus tray was also gone... The old woman trembled with rage and stumbled into the bedroom. A large, round hole appeared in the coffin of the spirit medium. Peeking inside, she saw that not only was the coffin destroyed, but the baby was also gone.

The Hakka woman, overwhelmed with anger and grief, collapsed to the ground and fainted.

At that moment, at the intersection of Nanzhuang Road, Han Sheng, having heard Shen Caihua's account, burst into hearty laughter. It was a genuine release of his pent-up emotions, which had been suppressed for far too long.

Heize, Huang Jianguo, Liangzi, and the two bodyguards had already surrounded Hansheng and the baby. "Hansheng, have you laughed enough? It's time to go." Heize said, waving his hand. The two bodyguards flicked their wrists and threw out two smoke bombs, which exploded on the ground with a "bang." With a flash of fire, the smoke dispersed, and then the two of them together scattered a large silk fishing net over them... "Run..." The big parrot Dudu stopped stuttering at this moment, let out a wild cry, and then flapped its wings and took off. Before it could flap a few times, it fell headfirst from mid-air.

At this moment, Hansheng's fly-like eyes were already open. Seeing the poisonous smoke dissipate, he acted with lightning speed. He grabbed Shen Caihua and the porcelain bottle in one hand, and darted out to the side.

"Dudu..." Shen Caihua shouted urgently.

Han Sheng leaped forward, biting the wing of the falling parrot. Before the silk fishing net could catch him, he dashed away like lightning, disappearing into the dawn at 200 times the speed of a fly's eye.

Unfamiliar with Miaoli's terrain, Han Sheng frantically ran down a westward-flowing river.

Shen Caihua, tucked under Han Sheng's arm, could only hear the whistling wind in his ears; he couldn't even open his eyes. "Dudu..." he mumbled.

Han Sheng finally stopped. Before him stretched an endless blue sea.

Shen Caihua staggered to the ground, opening his eyes and gazing blankly at the misty water.

The large parrot, Dudu, had now regained consciousness, flapping its wings and saying, "This, this is... the Taiwan Strait."

"Oh, this is the Taiwan Strait..." Han Sheng said thoughtfully.

"The Taiwan Strait, about 200 kilometers wide, with an average depth of 60 meters, belongs to the East China Sea... a shallow continental shelf," Dudu explained.

"How do you know so much?" Han Sheng asked in surprise.

The large parrot, Dudu, glanced at Han Sheng and said shyly, "I...I used to be the...the chief parrot of the National Palace Museum in Taipei."

"Chief parrot?" Han Sheng was even more confused.

"Because...because the museum only...only has Dudu, so I'm the chief parrot," Dudu answered proudly.

"I see. Then how did you end up in the hands of the Hakka nanny...in her hands?" Han Sheng stammered, flustered by Dudu's words.

"Three...three years ago, the nanny stole me...stole me away, and often starved me..." Dudu said tearfully, her voice filled with grievance.

Shen Caihua sadly hugged Dudu's neck and gently kissed its blue feathers.

Facing the misty, boundless strait, Han Sheng frowned and said, "We can't fly anymore. If something happens in the air, we won't be able to use our strength."

"Let's... let's cross the sea by fishing boat," Dudu said, then flapped its wings and flew into the air, circled once, and landed again.

"South... there's a fishing village to the south," Dudu said.

Baishatun is a simple fishing village in the northwest of Lingxiao Township, Miaoli County, with about a hundred households. Several dilapidated fishing boats are moored in the harbor. In the village, there is an ancient-style Gongtian Temple, which enshrines a statue of Mazu, affectionately known by the locals as "Baishatun Mazu."

Han Sheng, carrying Shen Caihua in his arms and with the large parrot Dudu perched on his shoulder, arrived at the Gongtian Temple in the center of the village.

This temple has three levels. The main hall enshrines a soft-bodied statue of Mazu, with statues of the Goddess of Childbirth, the Earth God, and the Earth Goddess on the left and right. The wooden beams and painted pillars inside the hall are exquisitely carved, especially the golden glazed tiles on the roof, which appear magnificent in the morning sun.

Several black and gray magpies perched on the roof, chirping incessantly. Suddenly, Dudu flapped its wings like an arrow and swooped down, opening its huge curved beak and cawing loudly, scaring the magpies away. Dudu stood on the glazed tile beast-shaped ornament on the roof ridge and laughed heartily, its voice sounding exactly like an old man's.

“What…go to the mainland on the other side? No way!” A man dressed as a fisherman hurriedly shook his head upon hearing this, saying, “Don’t you know about the government’s ‘Temporary Provisions for the Period of Mobilization to Suppress Rebellion’ and ‘Martial Law’? Colluding with bandits will land you in jail.”

Dudu flew down from the sky and landed on Hansheng’s shoulder, whispering in his ear, “Give, give money, lots…give money, preferably US dollars.”

Chapter 383

“Oh, this is the Taiwan Strait…” Hansheng said thoughtfully.

“The Taiwan Strait, about 200 kilometers wide, with an average depth of 60 meters, belongs to the East China Sea…the shallow continental shelf.” Dudu introduced.

“How do you know so much?” Hansheng asked in surprise.

The big parrot Dudu glanced at Hansheng and said shyly, “I, I used to be the…chief parrot of the National Palace Museum in Taipei.”

“Chief parrot?” Hansheng was even more puzzled.

"Because...because the museum only...only has one parrot, Dudu, so it's the chief parrot," Dudu answered proudly.

"I see. Then how did you end up in the hands of the Hakka nanny...in her hands?" Hansheng stammered, flustered by Dudu's antics.

"Three...three years ago, the nanny stole me, stole me away, and often starved me..." Dudu said tearfully, her voice filled with grievance.

Shen Caihua sadly embraced Dudu's neck, gently kissing its blue feathers.

Facing the misty, boundless strait, Hansheng frowned and said, "We can't fly anymore. If something happens in the air, we won't be able to use our strength."

"Let's...let's cross the sea by fishing boat," Dudu said, then flapped its wings and flew into the air, circled once, and landed again.

"South...south there's...there's a fishing village," Dudu said.

Baishatun is a simple fishing village in the northwest of Lingxiao Township, Miaoli County, with about a hundred households. Several dilapidated fishing boats are moored in the harbor. In the village stands an ancient-style Gongtian Temple, which enshrines a statue of Mazu, affectionately known by locals as "Baishatun Mazu."

Han Sheng, carrying Shen Caihua in his arms and with the large parrot Dudu perched on his shoulder, arrived at the Gongtian Temple in the center of the village.

The temple has three floors. The main hall enshrines a soft-bodied statue of Mazu, with statues of the Goddess of Childbirth, the Earth God, and the Earth Goddess on the left and right. The wooden beams and painted pillars inside the hall are exquisitely carved, and the golden glazed tiles on the roof are particularly magnificent, shining brilliantly in the morning sun.

Several black and gray magpies perched on the roof, chattering incessantly. Suddenly, Dudu flapped its wings and swooped down like an arrow, its huge curved beak snarling loudly, startling the magpies into fleeing. Dudu landed on the glazed tile roof ornament and laughed heartily, its voice sounding exactly like an old man's.

"What...going to the mainland on the other side? No, no," a fisherman's man hurriedly shook his head, saying, "Don't you know about the government's 'Temporary Provisions for the Period of Mobilization for Suppression of Rebellion' and 'Martial Law'? Colluding with bandits is a crime punishable by imprisonment."

Dudu flew down from the sky and landed on Hansheng's shoulder, whispering in his ear, "Give, give money, lots...give money, preferably US dollars."

Hansheng rummaged through his pockets and only managed to pull out nearly a thousand US dollars. When he left Hong Kong for Japan, he had originally planned to return after reaching Tokyo, so he refused Lu Taiguan's gift and only carried this much with him.

The fisherman shook his head and walked away.

Helpless, Han Sheng led Shen Caihua towards the dilapidated fishing boats, asking each one, but none of the boatmen were willing to risk crossing the Taiwan Strait for a thousand US dollars.

Finally, they reached a motorboat moored at the far end. The boatman, an old man, turned out to be from Hong Kong.

"A thousand US dollars, it's a bit low, but it'll give you a ride to Hong Kong. As for how you get back to the mainland, I won't worry about that

," the boatman said. Han Sheng was overjoyed. He was just trying to get back to Hong Kong; it was truly a stroke of luck! "When do we set sail?" he asked eagerly.

"No rush, this boat is chartered. You're just hitching a ride; otherwise, why would it be so cheap? We'll only set sail when the client arrives," the boatman said, counting the dollars in his hand.

Reluctantly, Han Sheng carried Shen Caihua aboard and waited patiently in the cabin for the arrival of the fishing boat's actual client.

As the sun rose high in the sky, the boatman suddenly called out, "The employer is here!"

Han Sheng poked his head out of the cabin and looked up to see a familiar figure hurrying towards the fishing boat. A smile immediately appeared on his face; the employer was none other than the Undying Bone Mao Yishi.

"Brother Mao, we meet again," Han Sheng said with a smile.

"Ah!" Mao Yishi was startled, but his face immediately broke into a smile. "Oh, it's Brother Han Sheng." His eyes caught sight of the ghost child Shen Caihua playing with the large parrot in the cabin, and his face flushed red with embarrassment.

"That wretched old woman fainted from anger..." Mao Yishi told Han Sheng that after they left, the old woman went into the house and saw that the sweat corpse had been sucked and the spirit coffin had been destroyed. Overwhelmed with anger, she fainted on the ground. Mao Yishi searched the house carefully but couldn't find "Sweat Green," so he returned to Baishatun Fishing Port in frustration.

Han Sheng sighed upon hearing this. After all, the Hakka matron was Granny Wang's junior sister, and this severe setback and humiliation might cause her to fall seriously ill.

"Brother Mao, please come into the cabin. I will use 'Hanqing' to heal your wounds," Han Sheng said, taking out the blue-and-white porcelain bottle from his robes.

Mao Yishi was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, and shouted, "Boatman, let's set sail!"

Inside the cabin, Mao Yishi was preparing to take off all his clothes and neatly fold them.

"Brother Mao, no need for that. Just unbutton your pants," Han Sheng said with a smile.

The ghost infant's teeth were indeed formidable; two-thirds of Mao Yishi's penis had been cleanly severed, leaving a smooth, clean wound. Han Sheng carefully removed the stopper, poured a few drops of "Hanqing" liquid onto the cut surface, and gently applied it, allowing the medicinal properties to penetrate into the remaining corpus cavernosum.

"Alright, a new penis will grow back within a few days," Han Sheng said, nodding as he replaced the bottle.

"Thank you, Brother Hansheng. I'm so foolish. How could that Hakka nanny have been so willing to give you a bottle of 'Hanqing'?" Mao Yishi asked, quite puzzled.

Hansheng gently shook his head, glanced at Shen Caihua, and sighed, "It was stolen by the baby."

"Haha, this little devil is really interesting. Not only is he ruthless, but he's also so cunning at such a young age. He's bound to amount to something in the future," Mao Yishi praised.

This is exactly what I was worried about... Hansheng thought.

That night, a crescent moon hung in the sky, the East China Sea was calm, and a misty haze hung in the air.

On the deck, Mao Yishi and Hansheng sat on the floor, with two bottles of Kinmen Kaoliang liquor and a braised duck, which the boatman had bought from a small shop in Baishatun Village.

"The affairs of a thousand years are long and complicated, how many sorrows are there? This body will never be destroyed, and a hundred years will not be enough to dispel my worries..." Mao Yishi took a sip of the fiery Kaoliang liquor and said wistfully.

"Brother Mao, as far as I know, the Undying Bone is the most powerful of the eighteen types of corpse transformations in the Central Plains. It has an immortal, incorruptible, and indestructible body. Why would it be afraid of the 'Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique'?" Han Sheng asked.

Mao Yishi pondered for a moment, then slowly said, “Of the eighteen types of corpse transformation in the Central Plains, only ‘Undying Bones’ is caused by the Taoist ‘Taiyin Refining Form.’ You are a physician, so you should know that a man’s essence resides in his kidneys, with the lower dantian as his energy center, while a woman’s blood resides in her liver, with the middle dantian as her energy center. Generally, when practicing, men begin with the gradual method, first refining essence. Once they achieve ‘White Tiger Subduing,’ they can become virgins, and their semen will no longer leak. Women begin with the gradual method, first refining blood into qi. Once they achieve ‘Red Dragon Slash,’ their menstruation will cease, their breasts will shrink, and they will return to the virginity they had before the age of thirteen. Back then, the great hero of Jiangnan, Master Gan Fengchi, passed on the ‘Taiyin Refining Form’ technique to me. It is actually the secret of the Maoshan Taoist sect, a ‘wicked art’ of men refining women’s elixirs, known to very few in the martial arts world.”

“Did your master, Gan Fengchi, also achieve ‘Undying Bones’?” Han Sheng asked.

“No, Master had a crush on Lü Siniang back then. After Lü Siniang died, he didn’t want to live alone in a world without her, so he never tried ‘Taiyin Refining Form’,” Mao Yishi explained.

“Please continue, Brother Mao.” Han Sheng nodded and took a sip of Kinmen Kaoliang liquor.

“I followed my master’s instructions to learn the ‘Taiyin Refining Form’ technique in order to cultivate ‘Undying Bones.’ This technique is rather embarrassing to talk about…” Mao Yishi smiled slightly.

“Go ahead, I won’t laugh,” Han Sheng said with interest. Liu Bowen’s *Corpse Clothes Classic* never recorded this evil technique in detail.

"Enter the room and sit quietly, close your eyes and focus your mind, calm your thoughts and concentrate on the breast area. Cross your hands and cup your breasts, imagining yourself as a woman. Gently massage three hundred and sixty times, inhaling slightly from the lower dantian twenty-four times. Continue cupping your breasts with your hands, reflecting on your breath. After a period of practice, you will be able to breathe freely, with abundant spirit and vigorous yang, your kidney essence will be depleted, and your nipples will retract. At this moment, as long as you concentrate on the breast area, you will feel a glimmer of light rising from the lower dantian to the Niwan Palace, then descending to the throat and returning to the middle dantian. In this way, the qi gradually transforms into spirit, and then the spirit is refined to return to emptiness, completing the entire process of 'Taiyin Refining Form.' Finally, lie in the coffin and be buried in the earth, immortal, incorruptible, and unchanging. The 'Taiji Point' in the dantian will gradually appear. After a hundred years, you will break out of the coffin and become an 'immortal bone.'" Mao Yishi explained in detail.

"It is said that when a Tai Chi master reaches the pinnacle of skill, a 'Taiji Point' will also be generated," Han Sheng said.

“It’s different. The ‘Tai Chi Point’ that doesn’t dissolve bones can absorb moonlight, and the body can become crystal clear at will, making one’s power even stronger,” Mao Yishi said.

“Then what about the ‘Intermediate State Corpse Absorption Technique’?” Han Sheng asked.

Mao Yishi gazed at the vast sea and asked softly, “Brother, do you know what the ‘Intermediate State’ is?”

“The ‘Intermediate State’ refers to the stage where a person is in the near-death state, where the previous state has passed away but the next state has not yet arrived, and the intermediate state is present. It lasts for about forty-nine days. During this time, because the person still has consciousness, although they are a ghost, they still feel hunger and thirst, but can only eat the scents to nourish their body. Therefore, when their children offer sacrifices, they must set out offerings and burn incense. The intermediate state does not eat the food offered by their children, but absorbs the scents of wine, tea, food, and incense. Therefore, there is a custom in various parts of the Central Plains of holding a ‘seven-day’ memorial service for the dead,” Han Sheng said.

Mao Yishi nodded in agreement: "Indeed, the 'Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique' is a method of absorbing the scent of ghosts. It can absorb the yang energy of living men and women and the yin energy of ghosts and corpses from mid-air, truly absorbing the energy of both the human and ghost realms. It is incredibly powerful."

"Is this the technique Huang Jianguo uses?" Han Sheng asked with some concern.

"No, the Yin Corpse Absorption Technique he currently uses is still a relatively low-level one. It can only be done mouth-to-mouth, and the eyes, ears, nose, and genitals must be tightly plugged. Its main prey is limited to corpses. If he knew the 'Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique,' that would be truly terrifying. Fortunately, this unparalleled evil technique was lost a thousand years ago." Mao Yishi smiled and said.

Han Sheng remained silent upon hearing this, thinking to himself, with the protection of the Taiji Yin Aura, Huang Jianguo might not be unable to obtain the "Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique."

"Brother Mao, I have a question and hope you can enlighten me." Han Sheng said thoughtfully.

"What is it?" Mao Yishi asked.

"Do you know about the 'Tai Chi Yin Halo'?" Han Sheng asked.

Mao Yishi shook his head and replied, "I've heard a little about it, and I'd like to hear more about it."

"The Tai Chi Halo is what geomancy calls a feng shui dragon vein, containing five-colored soil. If ancestors are buried in this spot, their descendants can be granted imperial titles. Zhu Yuanzhang buried his mother alive in the Tai Chi Yang Halo, and its power surpassed the feng shui of Chen Youliang's ancestral grave, the 'Double Phoenix Facing the Sun.' Soon after, in the Battle of Poyang Lake, Zhu Yuanzhang defeated Chen Youliang, and ten years later, he entered the Central Plains and established the Ming Dynasty," Han Sheng said.

"Oh, is that so?" Mao Yishi listened with great interest.

Han Sheng continued, "The Tai Chi Halo is created by the essence of heaven and earth. As long as it exists, it's always a pair. Therefore, there is also a 'Tai Chi Yin Halo' in existence."

"Where is it?" Mao Yishi asked with great interest.

"Wuyuan County in Jiangxi," Han Sheng replied.

"Huh, isn't that your hometown?" Mao Yishi said in surprise.

Han Sheng nodded and said, "That's right, it's not far from the entrance of Linggu Cave in Nanshan Village, Wuyuan, my hometown. Unfortunately, it was occupied last year."

"Oh, doesn't that mean another emperor is going to emerge?" Mao Yishi exclaimed in surprise.

"The person who occupied it, in order to get rich quickly, actually had the heart to bury his own grandfather alive in the Taiyin Yinyun," Han Sheng said.

"Ah! There are such despicable villains in the world! Who is this guy?" Mao Yishi asked angrily.

"Huang Jianguo," Han Sheng replied calmly.

"Ah! How could it be him? If this guy becomes emperor, wouldn't that be..." Mao Yishi was astonished.

"However, strange things have happened in the Taiyin Yinyun," Han Sheng continued.

"Strange things?" Mao Yishi blinked.

"The body of Old Master Huang, who was originally buried vertically, is gone. It has turned into a female skeleton sitting cross-legged..." Han Sheng recounted the discovery made by his uncle, Tong Shanren, and then asked, "Brother Mao, you are knowledgeable and experienced. Can you explain why this is?"

Mao Yishi pondered for a while and slowly said, "Can I go to the site to take a look?"

"Of course," Han Sheng replied.

Chapter 384

A few days later, around noon, some islands appeared on the horizon ahead.

"Look! The Po Toi Islands of Hong Kong!" the boatman shouted excitedly.

The fishing boat passed through Song Gang and Luo Chau, and finally docked at Chun Hom Kok in Stanley Bay. Mao Yishi, Han Sheng, the ghost child Shen Caihua, and the big parrot Dudu disembarked and took a taxi, bypassing Repulse Bay and Shouson Hill, heading straight for the Mid-Levels of Hong Kong Island.

Han Sheng rang the doorbell of 900 Peak Road and led Mao Yishi into the Lu residence.

"Hansheng, you're finally back! We were so scared!" Lu Taiguan exclaimed excitedly, grabbing Hansheng's hand tightly.

"And this is..." Hansheng smiled and turned to introduce him.

"He's Buhua Gu! Hansheng, what happened?" Lu Taiguan recognized Mao Yishi and was extremely surprised.

"It's a long story, let me tell you slowly." Hansheng and Mao Yishi sat on the sofa, where servants had already served tea.

At this moment, Feng Sheng ran down from upstairs, waving a newspaper in his hand and said urgently, "Hansheng, you're in the newspaper..."

Opening the Sing Tao Daily, the front page featured a photo of Oshima Shigeru, with the headline in a thick black border: "Japanese Liberal Democratic Party member Oshima Shigeru committed suicide yesterday.

" "Oshima Shigeru is dead?" Hansheng asked in surprise.

The next picture showed Han Sheng and Shen Caihua walking out of the departure hall of Tokyo Haneda Airport. The man walking beside him and roughly shoving away reporters was Officer Kono.

"Han Sheng, ever since we learned that your flight KA876 was hijacked, we've been watching the news non-stop. Everyone was on tenterhooks for you. Tell us about your situation these past few days..." Feng Sheng said urgently.

Han Sheng took a sip of tea and began to recount his thrilling trip to Tokyo.

Shen Caihua had taken Dudu upstairs to find the vacuum cleaner as soon as they entered the house.

"Who...who is it? How...how ugly is it?" the large parrot Dudu asked in surprise, proudly shaking its beautiful blue feathers.

"It's the vacuum cleaner, my friend." Shen Caihua affectionately hugged the vacuum cleaner soaking in the bathtub, touching it with his little hand and finding that its injuries had completely healed.

Upon seeing its little master, the vacuum cleaner was overwhelmed with mixed emotions of joy and sorrow, as if it had been through a lifetime. It blinked, and tears streamed down its face.

"You, you really like...it?" Dudu asked sourly.

"Yes," Shen Caihua replied.

"Is...is it female?" Dudu asked sadly.

"I, I don't know." Shen Caihua was stunned; he had never thought of this before.

"Let...let me take a look." Dudu poked its head out, looked it up and down for a long time, and finally its expression gradually relaxed. It shook its little head and said, "It, it's a tropical amphibian, I, I didn't find any reproductive organs..."

"Xizi, Dudu, you two are my good friends," Shen Caihua said happily, hugging them both.

Date: October 2013, 19:00. Lu Taiguan pointed to the Sing Tao Daily and said, "Hansheng, the newspaper says that Representative Shigeru Oshima was involved in the bombing of China Airlines Flight CI611. Although the plane did not crash, it caused brain damage to sixty or seventy passengers and crew members due to high-altitude hypoxia. The world is in an uproar, and the Japanese opposition parties are attacking him. It seems that the Liberal Democratic Party will lose the next Japanese general election."

"Representative Shigeru Oshima is a member of the Corpse-Cutting Cult," Hansheng said.

"'Corpse-Cutting Cult'? The newspaper doesn't seem to mention it," Lu Taiguan said, flipping through the newspaper. "But according to Taiwanese news, the passengers and crew members with brain injuries on Flight CI611 were all cured using an ancient folk remedy from a doctor in Hong Kong. It is said that this person is still in Taiwan, and all the news media and the police are looking for him. The media has not revealed the doctor's name. I guess, Hansheng, this miracle doctor must be you, right?"

Hansheng smiled slightly and nodded noncommittally.

"Mr. Lu, what about Lieutenant Dai Bingguo and the others?" Han Sheng asked.

"The five of them were taken back to Beijing by special plane yesterday. I heard that the mainland held a grand welcome reception. They were accompanied by UN officials, so you can rest assured. They will be able to return to their hometowns soon," Lu Taiguan replied.

"That's great. Thirty-four years! They spent most of their lives in the tropical jungles of Myanmar. It's quite pitiful. Mr. Lu, also, how are the preparations for our search team to go to Southeast Asia to find Mo Mo going?" Han Sheng asked eagerly.

"Yes, everything is ready. We're just waiting for your return. We can set off at any time," Lu Taiguan nodded, then went on to explain in detail, "The commando team consists of nine people: two US special forces personnel, and the others include former South Vietnamese soldiers, Thais, Burmese, and one mainland Chinese. I've already sent them ahead to Udon Thani in northeastern Thailand to await orders."

"Udon Thani, Thailand?" Han Sheng asked doubtfully.

Lu Taiguan smiled and said, "During the Vietnam War, Udon Thani, Thailand, was a US air base in Southeast Asia. Now that the Vietnam War is over, my people have bought a Bell Hewit UH-1D transport helicopter there. It's almost new, can carry fifteen people, and is already parked in the jungle waiting for orders."

"That's great, thank you Mr. Lu. Let's set off as soon as possible then," Han Sheng said happily.

"Okay, Han Sheng, you and Shen Caihua should rest well today. Take my flight to Bangkok tomorrow morning. Before that, Feng Sheng also got a fake passport; he insists on going with us," Lu Taiguan said.

Han Sheng looked at Feng Sheng gratefully and didn't say anything more.

"Brother Mao, when do you plan to set off for Wuyuan?" Han Sheng asked Mao Yishi beside him.

"I'll set off tomorrow. Brother Han Sheng's business is Mao Yishi's business. Don't worry, I will definitely find out the origin of that skeleton," Mao Yishi patted his chest and said.

Han Sheng thought for a moment, then instructed, "Brother Mao, my fiancée and father-in-law are currently in Nanshan Village. They will take you to Taiji Yinyun. Also, there's an old man named Ye, a skin corpse from a thousand years ago. He's very mischievous but kind-hearted. I hope Brother Mao will absolutely not harm him."

"Brother Han Sheng, don't worry, I understand," Mao Yishi assured him.

Old Master Wu, the flying zombie, hid behind the wine cabinet in the corner of the living room, his head drooping as he secretly listened to their conversation. Since his last encounter with the Undying Bone, he knew the ancient saying, "There are always people above you, and heavens beyond heavens," was true. Therefore, he watched Mao Yishi from afar, not daring to show off.

Shen Caihua, carrying Xizi and holding Dudu's hand, went downstairs, intending to play in the yard.

"No...no, I...I'm a UN-protected rare and endangered species, I can't ride...a plane!" Dudu protested loudly, shaking his head, after hearing about the plan to ride the plane together the next day.

“Hmm, the parrot makes a good point. Customs might assume we’re smuggling South American hyacinth macaws,” Lu Taiguan nodded.

“What should we do then? This bird is Caihua’s most beloved pet,” Hansheng said, troubled.

Lu Taiguan thought for a moment and then decided, “We’ll take a private plane.”

The next day, Lu Taiguan, First-Rank Naval Admiral Wu, Feng Sheng, Hansheng, Shen Caihua, and their companions, including Xizitong and Dudu, left the Lu residence and drove straight to Kai Tak Airport.

On tarmac number 7, a small propeller plane was parked, and the pilot was already waiting there.

“Is this the Justice of the Peace, Mr. Lu Taiguan?” the plump and amiable pilot asked as he approached.

“Yes, it is,” Lu Taiguan nodded.

“Boss Huo has already told me that everything will be done according to Mr. Lu’s arrangements. Please board now.” The pilot opened the cabin door, finding the group rather amusing, especially the strangely dressed blind old man, the naked baby, and the enormous parrot.

The propellers spun, the fuselage trembled slightly, and Lu Taiguan sat next to the pilot in the nose, while everyone else squeezed into the cabin.

“Mr. Lu, is our destination Thailand?” the portly pilot asked softly, flipping through the flight log.

“Udon Thani in northern Thailand. There’s an old American airfield there. Have you heard of it?” Lu Taiguan said.

“Of course, I’ve been there a few times.” The pilot grinned.

Lu Taiguan knew that since the US military withdrew from Southeast Asia more than a year ago, North Vietnam had quickly conquered South Vietnam and achieved unification. With the war over, the US military abandoned a large amount of weaponry in Southeast Asia, and shrewd businessmen seized the opportunity to make huge profits. His UH-1D transport helicopter was bought from Boss Huo.

The pilot received orders from the control tower, taxied along the side runway, and finally took off, disappearing into the low-lying clouds over Hong Kong. He then turned the plane and headed southwest.

Meanwhile, in Luohu, New Territories, the Undying Bone Mao Yishi was leaving the pass, heading to Wuyuan, Jiangxi, on the mainland as agreed.

Chapter 385:

Since Han Sheng and Feng Sheng left the village with the ghost infant Shen Caihua to go south to Hong Kong to find Lu Taiguan, Wu Chushanren began to rebuild the three thatched houses according to Han Sheng's wishes. The villagers all had a good impression of Doctor Zhu's family, so everyone came to help, and in no time, the houses were built.

During this period, whenever it was late at night, Ye Lao couldn't help but scratch his head. What Han Sheng said in front of the Taiji Yinyun aura aroused his endless imagination: "Hairy Corpse... Hair hidden in the soil, when the moon is bright at midnight, hair grows when the wind blows, growing one inch every hour, and three inches by cockcrow. It can speak and walk backwards, which is extremely rare in the world." This is simply too magical. The old woman's skeleton in the Taiji Yinyun aura is actually a rare "hairy corpse". Thinking of himself as a thousand-year-old "skin corpse," his skin as tattered as leather, how wonderful it would be if he could grow some hair... Han Sheng also said that "hairy corpses," besides growing hair, can also come out at night. They have no internal organs, but 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 the sound is very clear.

Old Ye couldn't help but chuckle. He had never heard of such a bizarre thing as crickets speaking. In addition, he really wanted to ask about the origin of that "hairy corpse" old woman. Who was she? How did she get into the Taiji Yin Aura? Also, what happened to the body of the old man Huang who was buried alive... These days, Wu Chushan has been watching closely, and he couldn't find an opportunity to make a move, so he had been holding back. Who knew that the more he held back, the more anxious he became. Old Ye was almost going crazy.

The opportunity finally arrived. Wu Chushan had gone to Jingdezhen to buy some large items and hadn't returned by evening, so he probably stayed in the city tonight.

Around 9 PM, Ye Lao heard that Lan'er had fallen asleep, so he tiptoed out of the house with his iron hoe. The big yellow dog, Benben, lay in the yard, watching him with a surprised look.

"Shh..." Ye Lao put a finger to his lips and pulled a steamed bun from his pocket. He had secretly hidden it a couple of days ago, intending to bribe Benben during their nightly operation.

Benben picked up the bun, wagged its tail, and scurried into its kennel to share the treat with Heimei.

The moon was crescent-shaped, the wind was gentle, and Ye Lao happily carried his hoe towards the entrance of Linggu Cave.

Date: 10-21 13:57:00 Ye Lao skipped and hopped along the way, moving like the wind. The crows in the bamboo forest looked up sleepily, then dozed off again. At this moment, the mountain forest was desolate, with only the occasional chirping of crickets in the grass, their calls for mating echoing through the air.

Under the cool moonlight, Old Man Ye removed his shirt, revealing his withered chest, and stood firmly on the yin-yang symbol, forcefully digging the first hole in the earth. Around midnight, Old Man Ye estimated the depth was about right, so he squatted in the pit and began gently digging with his hands. Soon, a yellowish-white skull emerged from the soil.

"Haha," Old Man Ye exclaimed excitedly, softly calling out, "Hairy Corpse, Hairy Corpse, how have you been?"

The white bones of the old woman, "Hairy Corpse," bathed in the cool moonlight, appeared dignified and reserved. Old Man Ye simply sat at the bottom of the pit, carefully examining her by the moonlight, pondering her appearance in life, "She should have been prettier than Old Cuihua..." he muttered to himself.

Under the moonlight, a layer of grayish-white down gradually grew on the stark white skeleton, growing with the wind. In an hour, it had reached an inch in length and was still growing.

"Hmm, excellent! Han Sheng said that by the fifth watch of the night, it would have grown three inches, then it could walk. High mountains and deep valleys, a long, long night, only you, old man, remain, devoted until dawn..." Old man Ye tried to recite a couplet of lyrical poetry, but racked his brains and couldn't recall what the ancients had said.

Old man Ye stared for a while, then yawned several times, unable to resist the drowsiness that washed over him. He leaned back against the pit wall and fell asleep.

In his sleep, Old man Ye suddenly felt a tightness around his neck, and a chilling sensation that pierced his bones. He awoke with a start

. Under the moonlight, a skeleton covered in long, grayish-white hair was leaning over him, its white-haired finger bones viciously gripping his neck... At that moment, Old man Ye could also hear the crowing of roosters from the village below.

"Oh, it's dawn! The 'hairy corpse' can finally move..." Old Ye forcefully pried open the white-haired fingers and stood up. At that moment, the hairy corpse also stood up, its stature indeed short, only reaching Old Ye's chest.

"Why did you choke me... Oh, I see, you think I'm a lecherous man? I, Old Ye, am by no means a frivolous person. I... I pitied you and wanted to save you from the sea of suffering in the underworld..." Old Ye's face was flushed as he stammered to the "hairy corpse."

The hairy corpse's head was also covered with white hair, and soft downy hair grew out of its deep-set eye sockets and nasal bones. In Old Ye's eyes, this beautiful white hair fully embodied the graceful figure of a woman, forming a stark contrast with his own yellowish-brown dry skin.

"Welcome back to the human world, let's go up." After saying this, Old Ye placed one hand on the "hairy corpse's" waist, pushed off with his legs, and they both leaped onto the top of the grave pit.

"Next, I'll go catch some crickets for you so you can start speaking as soon as possible. I still have so many questions for you," Old Man Ye said with deep emotion.

At that moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and even the moonlight seemed to lose its luster.

This was the darkness before dawn, Old Man Ye thought to himself.

Old Man Ye walked towards the grassy area beside the Linggu Cave, where the chirping of crickets could be heard. Mao Shi followed silently, but she walked backwards, her face always turned away.

A clear, loud chirping of a cricket came from a crevice in the rock wall. "Hmm, this cricket must be powerful," Old Man Ye thought quietly, approaching the crevice. Suddenly, he reached out and gently pinched the cricket's two long antennae, forcefully pulling it out of the hole… Ha! What a big one! Dark and shiny! Old Man Ye happily handed it to Mao Shi.

The white hairs at the lower part of the skull's mouth parted sharply, revealing two rows of neat white teeth. It gently opened its mouth and sucked the large male cricket inside. "Chirp, chirp, chirp..." The cricket continued chirping inside the skull's chest.

"Ah, I wonder if this beautiful woman can speak to me with just a cricket?" Old Ye muttered to himself, gazing at the gradually brightening sky.

"Skin Corpse, Skin Corpse..." A clear, strange sound, seemingly human, came from the skull's chest, monotonous in tone.

"I am Skin Corpse Old Ye..." Old Ye trembled, his eyes welling with tears of emotion, and he spoke shakily.

"Are you a Hu person?" the skull asked. "

Yes, yes, I am a Hu person, from the Yelü clan of the Liao Dynasty," Old Ye quickly replied.

"Are you a widower?" the skull asked again.

"No, no, no, I'm still a virgin," Old Ye protested, blushing.

"Skin Corpse..." the skull asked.

"Old Master Ye is here," Old Master Ye quickly interjected.

"You like me?" the hairy corpse suddenly pointed out bluntly.

Old Master Ye nodded solemnly, and slowly and emotionally recounted, "For a thousand years, Old Master Ye has been all alone, through countless springs and autumns, sitting alone in the Liao Pagoda beyond the Great Wall, his skin drying out and losing its vibrant color. Now, atop Nanshan Mountain in Wuyuan, the skin corpse has finally met the hairy corpse. As the saying goes, 'If the skin is gone, where will the hair attach?' Since ancient times, hair has depended on skin for survival; the two are inseparable. Hairy corpse, please rest assured, since Old Master Ye has rescued you and released you, he will definitely take full responsibility."

"Chirp chirp chirp... giggle giggle..." The hairy corpse laughed upon hearing this, its white fur trembling wildly.

"What are you laughing at? I'm serious," Old Master Ye said urgently.

The hairy corpse stopped laughing and coldly asked, "Who is that sleeping old woman on your back?"

Old Ye thought to himself, "This hairy corpse is amazing! It can even recognize the old woman sleeping inside me.

" "Oh, her? She's an ugly old dwarf. I saw she was all alone and pitiful, so I took her in, giving her shelter from the wind and rain. If you don't like her, I can send her away immediately," Old Ye said, patting his chest.

"Send her where?" the hairy corpse asked softly.

"Wu Chushanren," Old Ye thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Yes, Wu Chushanren. He's wifeless, and he needs someone to talk to during the long nights, right?"

Upon hearing this, the hairy corpse suddenly burst into a shrill laugh.

Chapter 386

Old Ye stood there, a silly grin on his face.

Mao Shi snorted and said coldly, "Pi Shi, although your three souls remain, your seven spirits have long since dissipated. If that old woman leaves, do you think you can still move freely?"

Ye Lao was startled and stammered, "My joints aren't very flexible. Anyone who sits cross-legged for thousands of years will eventually become numb. Besides, since entering the pass, the weather has gradually warmed up, and I feel much more flexible. Don't believe me? Look..." Ye Lao proudly raised his arms, but strangely, they remained straight, and his elbows couldn't bend.

"Pi Shi, do you like listening to opera?" Mao Shi chuckled softly from his chest.

"Yes, of course I like it, especially the Errentai opera from Huanglong Prefecture," Ye Lao hurriedly replied.

"Do you want to listen now?" Mao Shi asked.

"Of course I want to listen," Ye Lao said eagerly, craning his neck.

The white fur on the corpse trembled with a "rustling" sound. The fur beneath the skull parted to reveal handsome white teeth. With each opening and closing of the two rows of teeth, a few "chirping" sounds came from its chest, followed by a Northeastern folk song: "Hey... listen to me, you shameless old man, since leaving Nong'an County, you've faced countless dangers and hardships.

I knew you were a heartless man, like Zhang Fei tricking me out of my horse, oh dear... you old man... since you're here, don't panic, you're like an old ox pulling a cart, steady and reliable.

There was a Chen Shimei in the past dynasty, and now there's this wolf in sheep's clothing. Yelü is originally from a barbarian family, going south to pretend to be an elephant.

What trick are you playing now, oh dear... I advise you..." "Old man, think about it, near the Liao Pagoda in Huanglong Prefecture, there was a waiter named Wang Yongchang. He could roll out white flour like snowflakes, cut it in one stroke, and it would swirl around in the pot. He'd pick it up like lotus petals in a bowl, then grab some purple garlic, peel off seven or eight cloves, and mash it to a pulp.

Noodles with garlic, garlic with noodles, one bite and you'd be sweating buckets.

Add a pipe, and even a mortal wouldn't feel sleepy. It chased away the wind and the cold, made your toes feel comfortable, and you'd feel like an immortal in a daze.

Old man, sigh… The human heart resides in the human body, the horse's soul is bound to the horse.

If the human heart is truly satisfied, the horse's true soul can run wild, hey hey hey oh ya…"

Hearing this, Old man was already in tears… "Old Cuihua…" he murmured, looking at the corpse.

Date: 10-22 13:02:00 With a "whoosh," Old Cuihua jumped back onto Old man.

“Old Master, let’s go back to our old home in the Northeast. Jiangnan isn’t suitable for us,” Old Cuihua said, clinging to Old Master Ye’s back. Old

Master Ye nodded, tears welling in his eyes, and said, “I miss the days when the north wind howled and snow fell heavily outside the Great Wall, when the Yelü family hunted by the Songhua River, drinking and eating meat by the fire…”

Old Cuihua said softly, “Old Master Ye, it’s almost dawn. This hairy corpse might not be able to withstand the sunlight. Shall we bury it in the ground?”

Old Master Ye thought for a moment and said, “Old Cuihua, we haven’t been able to help much since we entered the Great Wall. If we can find out the origin of this hairy corpse, it will be a good deed for Hansheng… Let’s ask her who she is and where she came from first.”

Old Master Ye stared at the hairy corpse and cautiously asked, “Hairy corpse, hairy corpse, who are you?”

The hairy corpse’s white fur trembled, and a “chirp chirp chirp chirp…” sound came from its chest.

“Can’t you speak?” Old Master Ye asked again.

"Chirp, chirp..." The hairy corpse was still making cricket chirping sounds.

Old Cuihua shook her head: "Grandpa, no, it seems we really have to do as Hansheng said, catch more crickets for her to swallow before she can speak."

"It's not dawn yet, so let's take her back to the village first. Once we catch enough crickets, we'll know who she is and where Grandpa Huang is." After Grandpa Ye and Old Cuihua agreed, they took the hairy corpse back to the three newly built thatched houses in the east of the village.

Big Yellow Dog Benben and Blackie, along with their puppies, hid in their kennel, peeking out and secretly watching the hairy corpse backing away, too scared to even breathe.

"She's 'Hairy Corpse'?" Lan'er asked tremblingly, gently touching the white fur with her finger.

"Lan'er, would you help Grandpa Ye catch crickets tonight? Let her speak sooner and answer Hansheng's questions." Grandpa Ye persuaded Lan'er.

Lan'er nodded in agreement; she would do anything that was good for Han Sheng.

Around noon, Wu Chushan returned from Jingdezhen, bringing Lan'er a Shanghai-made Bee brand sewing machine, which delighted her.

Old Master Ye led the man to the west room. "I'll show you someone..." he said, pulling open the wardrobe door.

Inside, the hairy corpse timidly turned around and hid behind the clothes... "A hairy corpse?" Wu Chushan exclaimed in surprise.

"That's right, it's the hairy corpse," Old Master Ye replied proudly.

"Where did it come from?" the man asked hastily.

"I dug it out of the Taiji Yin Aura," Old Master Ye said with a smile.

"Ah..." Wu Chushan exclaimed in astonishment, "How did you manage to pull her out? This thing's origin is unknown, quite strange, lest it cause trouble."

Old Ye laughed heartily, saying dismissively, "It's just a hairy corpse, look how shy she is. Tonight, I'll go with Lan'er to catch some more crickets so she can talk, then we can find out who she is. Where exactly did Old Master Huang go?"

Wu Chushan frowned helplessly.

"Hey, come out here, let me take a good look at you." Old Ye said enthusiastically, lifting his clothes.

The hairy corpse trembled in the corner of the wardrobe, its white fur shaking, its teeth chattering.

Wu Chushan moved with lightning speed, "whoosh," striking the Huagai acupoint on the hairy corpse's chest in case of any unforeseen circumstances.

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp..." A chirping sound came from the hairy corpse's chest.

Wu Chushan was startled, his eyes fixed on the hairy corpse with sharp eyes.

"I've already put a cricket in," Old Ye explained sheepishly.

Hearing this, Wu Chushan felt relieved and began to carefully observe the hairy corpse, occasionally tugging at the white fur. Finally, he parted the downy hair at the base of the skull, revealing two rows of neat teeth… With a "snap," the hairy corpse opened its mouth and bit Wu Chushan's outstretched finger.

"Haha, a hundred-year-old hairy corpse can bite!" Old Ye laughed heartily.

"No, she's definitely not a hundred-year-old hairy corpse…" Wu Chushan said in surprise, having observed closely.

Wu Chushan silently closed the wardrobe door, took out a small padlock, and locked the wardrobe door.

"What did you say? She's not the century-old hairy corpse? You don't even recognize her, how would you know?" Old Ye asked, puzzled.

"Teeth..." Wu Chushan explained, "Last time at Taiji Yinyun, because it was dark and the light was poor, Feng Sheng said that the tooth enamel of this skeleton was completely worn down and exposed, so he deduced that the age should be over sixty years old. But I just saw clearly that the hairy corpse's teeth are a complete set of porcelain dentures."

"Dentals?" Old Ye exclaimed, while reaching out to cover his own set of uneven, yellow teeth.

Wu Chushan pondered for a moment and said, "This hairy corpse underwent modern dental orthodontics. Porcelain dentures are not as durable as natural teeth. Generally, dentures only last ten years before they reach the wear and tear of natural teeth after sixty years. Therefore, this hairy corpse probably died ten years ago, suggesting that her family was relatively well-off. An old woman from an ordinary rural farming family wouldn't be willing to replace a mouthful of dentures..."

Old Ye listened intently to the man's analysis, and finally couldn't help but interrupt him, "Man, stop being so mysterious. Who exactly is this hairy corpse?"

Wu Chushan shook his head and said, "I can't guess either. It seems we can only ask her. How about this, after dark tonight, I'll go with you and Lan'er to catch crickets so that she can start talking sooner."

"Great!" Old Ye happily went to prepare the cages; the more male crickets, the better.

"Crickets love peanuts the most, so let's go to the peanut field north of the village to catch them," Wu Chushan instructed.

As dusk fell, Lan'er prepared dinner early. After dark, the three of them, carrying flashlights and cricket cages, headed straight for Nanshan Mountain.

Crickets, also known as "cuzhi" in some regions, are commonly called "ququ" in northern China. They prefer to inhabit slightly damp slopes, fields, piles of rocks, and grassy areas near stone walls. They are strong jumpers and not easy to catch.

"Remember, two tails indicate a male, and three tails indicate a female. The male's call is 'chirp, chirp...', and when it encounters a female, it calls 'chirp, chirp...'," Old Ye patiently explained to Lan'er.

"What does the female call?" Lan'er asked.

"The female doesn't call; it's quite different from a woman's call," Old Ye replied.

They passed Zhu Biao's three empty houses in the north of the village and arrived at a peanut field. Benben and Heimei, along with a group of puppies, also joined in the fun.

Listening closely, they indeed heard the chirping of crickets coming from the ground, rising and falling like a grand chorus.

The group immediately dispersed, following the sound to catch the crickets.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the Linggu Cave in Nanshan, under the moonlight, several dark figures stood silently beside the Taiji Yin Aura, staring in astonishment at the dug pit…

Chapter 387

The night was utterly still. A crescent moon pierced through a few thin clouds, its pale light occasionally illuminating Nanshan.

“Impossible! Where is my grandfather’s body?” Huang Jianguo rubbed his eyes, crying out in terror.

Liangzi stood by the pit, a cold smile playing on his lips, while his short, guarding figures stood watch outside the bushes.

Kurosawa said coldly, "Jianguo, your grandfather's body is missing. Hansheng once said in Japan that there was a woman's skeleton, but it's not there either. What happened?"

"Master, you must believe me. It was indeed my father and I who buried my grandfather alive. Look closely, this pit was just dug," Huang Jianguo squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, rubbed it, and said urgently, "The soil is still damp. I'm sure it was only a day or two ago."

Kurosawa frowned, nodded thoughtfully, and said suspiciously, "Then who could have dug up your Huang family's ancestral grave?"

"Hansheng, it must be Hansheng! He not only knows the secret location of the Taiji Yin Aura, but he also obstructed my plan to take over the Central Plains in every way. That's right, it's him." Huang Jianguo almost roared.

"So, after he escaped from Miaoli, he directly crossed the Taiwan Strait by water and rushed back to Jiangxi, because he never appeared at the airport in Taiwan." Kurosawa pondered.

Huang Jianguo gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "How dare they dig up my Huang family's ancestral graves! This is an utter disgrace and a heinous crime!"

"Lord Jianguo," Heize smiled slightly and said, "Your grandfather was stolen, and this is definitely related to Hansheng. As the leader of the Corpse-Slaying Sect, I am sure I can judge people accurately. I believe you. Your grandfather was indeed buried within the Taiji Yin Aura, which explains why you have repeatedly escaped death and turned danger into safety. But later, the body was stolen by Hansheng or someone in the know, with the aim of hindering your rise to power. Am I right?"

"Sect Leader, your explanation is completely correct," Huang Jianguo hurriedly said.

"But Hansheng has also repeatedly escaped danger, even inexplicably so. Does that mean his family's ancestral graves have feng shui comparable to the Taiji Yin Aura? Think about it, you and Hansheng are both only children, and you lost your mothers at a young age. Last year, both of your fathers died tragically. Aren't there too many coincidences?" Heize stared at Huang Jianguo and said slowly.

"This..." Huang Jianguo had never considered this possibility.

"Jianguo, you are handsome and refined, while Zhu Hansheng is simple-minded and foolish. It's hard to imagine that you two could be related by blood..." Heize chuckled.

"Me and him? That's absolutely impossible!" Huang Jianguo exclaimed.

Heize thought for a moment, then looked up at the sky and sighed, "The 'Dao' of the Central Plains is truly too profound..."

A cloud obscured the moon, shrouding the earth in a hazy mist.

"Jianguo, do you know where Hansheng's ancestral graves are?" Heize suddenly asked.

"Yes, my uncle pointed them out to me. Zhu's ancestral graves are only a few dozen meters away from this Taiji Yin Halo." Huang Jianguo patted his head, recalling the scene.

"Only a few dozen meters?" Heize's expression turned serious.

"Yes, right by the bamboo forest." Huang Jianguo replied.

"Take me there immediately." Heize ordered.

"Yes, Master." Huang Jianguo responded, leading Hei Ze and the others out of the bushes and to the bamboo grove not far from the entrance of Linggu Cave.

"Dig it open!" Hei Ze stood on the site of Han Sheng's great-grandfather's tomb, letting out a sinister laugh.

Han Sheng's ancestral tomb was a famous auspicious burial site in Feng Shui, called "Shrimp Whiskers and Crab Eyes." Crab Eyes are the nodes of a true burial site; a true burial site must be shaped like a crab's eye to ensure abundant Qi, with shrimp whiskers embracing the site inwards. Cicada Wings are the hard sand beside the true burial site, like shrimp whiskers protecting the site, shaped like cicada wings and ox horns, curving inwards to protect the site, where the dragon stops and the Qi accumulates. It seems that Han Sheng's grandfather chose this site hoping that his descendants would have no worries about food and clothing, and enjoy wealth and peace. However, the power of "Shrimp Whiskers and Crab Eyes" for future generations is far less than that of Tai Chi Halo. Tai Chi Halo is the number one burial site in the world, its power reaching its peak, and it is extremely rare to find.

Famous geomancers in the Central Plains all know that burial sites must be chosen according to one's destiny. Unless one has an extremely auspicious fate, rashly burying oneself in a dragon's lair might be too much to bear, as the saying goes, "the higher one climbs, the colder it gets."

However, the "shrimp whiskers and crab eyes" burial site has a little-known peculiar characteristic: it can "steal qi." The auspicious qi within a hundred feet of the direction the crab's legs extend can be quietly stolen from underground for one's own use, thus eliminating the worry of "the higher one climbs, the colder it gets."

Han Sheng's grandfather came from a family of physicians and was well-versed in the principles of the I Ching. He reasoned that the descendants of the Zhu family were not destined for great wealth and honor, and therefore should not be buried in the Taiji Yin Halo. It would be better to use the "shrimp whiskers and crab eyes" as the burial site, secretly stealing some of the five elements' qi from the Taiji Yin Halo for one's own use—a more practical approach.

From this, it can be inferred that the owner of the ancient tomb beneath the ancestral grave was an even more skilled master of this art.

Although Kurosawa wasn't a renowned geomancer, the Corpse-Cutting Cult made its living by grave robbing. Their methods of finding auspicious burial sites in Japan largely imitated those of China, so he had only a superficial understanding of geomancy. He hesitantly examined the grave's location, vaguely sensing that the burial site was somewhat unusual. However, the surface had been destroyed last year when Han Sheng moved the grave, so he couldn't discern anything. He waved his hand.

His two dwarf-like protectors drew their small shovels and quickly began digging, moving with the speed of moles digging burrows. Soon, a mound of earth rose, and a large hole was dug in the ground.

Kurosawa bent down and grabbed a handful of soil, which contained some broken coffin wood chips, brownish-black in color. He brought it to his nose and sniffed, detecting a faint smell of decay. "Strange, this coffin has already oxidized upon contact with air. Hey, have you seen any bones?" he called out to the hole, puzzled.

"Master, there are no remains. This is an empty cave, the soil is soft, it's possible the remains have been moved." The two protectors called out in Japanese from deep within the cave.

Huang Jianguo couldn't understand what they were saying, otherwise he would have immediately thought of the old graves in front of Linggu Cave, which had all been relocated last year by order of the town's Revolutionary Committee.

"Oh, is that so? Look again, and if you don't find anything new, come up." Kurosawa commanded in Japanese.

The two protectors threw away their small shovels and simply used the "handguard hooks" on their fingers to dig in the soil. These were ninja tools and weapons, forged from fine steel, equivalent to fingernail guards.

The moon peeked out from behind the clouds, a gentle breeze blew, and all was silent.

"Baka!" Suddenly, a terrified roar came from inside the cave... Kurosawa was startled and quickly switched on his flashlight. The beam shone into the cave, and in the blood-red light, he saw that the two guardians at the bottom were completely enveloped by clumps of wildly growing white mycelium, which was still wrapping around them layer by layer. Their bodies were struggling and writhing weakly, uttering indistinct groans.

"There's a strange sweet smell," Ryoko said urgently, her nose twitching.

"Quick, go down and pull them up!" Kurosawa turned and ordered Huang Jianguo.

Huang Jianguo was terrified, his face pale, his legs trembling, and he could hardly stand.

"Get down!" Kurosawa shoved him sharply, and Huang Jianguo staggered, falling headfirst into the cave in a panic... "Oh no!" Kurosawa exclaimed. He suddenly remembered a passage in the sect's literature that described a highly poisonous red "corpse miasma" in ancient tombs in the Central Plains, which even the masters of the Corpse-Slaying Sect couldn't resist. However, he had never encountered it in Japan.

The white mycelium inside the cave was "White Mycelium." The two protectors pried open the broken coffin lid of the thousand-year-old tomb, and the red corpse gas escaped. Because the members of the Corpse-Slaying Sect often dug up graves and consumed the gas, their resistance was much stronger than Han Sheng's back then. The two protectors' limbs gradually weakened without them realizing it, and when the white mycelium wrapped around them, they were powerless to escape.

Huang Jianguo fell headfirst into a clump of mycelium. He had already inhaled the corpse energy of the Ghost Tomb and the essence of the bald old woman, so he was basically able to resist the highly poisonous red "corpse miasma". However, due to the sudden fright, he instantly held his breath and went into shock. The snow-white mycelium quickly wrapped around him and continued to climb upwards, almost reaching the cave entrance.

At that moment, two muffled explosions echoed from inside the cave. A flash of light followed, and a pungent smell of gunpowder mixed with the acrid odor of burning flesh shot out of the cave entrance. Kurosawa felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that the two protectors, unable to bear the pain, had detonated the "fire bombs" on their bodies, committing suicide as martyrs… Kurosawa sighed to the sky, "They're all finished," then stomped his foot angrily and ordered Ryoko, "Bury them all up."

Upon hearing this, Ryoko quickly and forcefully pushed the loose soil piled up at the cave entrance into the cave, quickly filling it up. The two protectors, Huang Jianguo, and the white mycelium were all buried inside.

"Alas, man proposes, God disposes. All our efforts have been in vain…" Kurosawa pounded his chest, tears welling in his eyes as he spoke with immense anguish.

“Master, now that the Taiji Yin Aura has been broken and Wuyuan Taro can no longer rule the Central Plains, let him be dead. We should first try to capture Hansheng and find the real Geda Prophecy,” Liangzi advised from the side.

“That’s true, but in order to replace Wuyuan Taro’s testicles, we alerted the Japanese police. Not only did it expose my and Congressman Oshima Shigeru’s identities, leading to the Congressman’s suicide, but now even our stronghold has been destroyed. The price is too high…” Kurosawa said bitterly.

After a long while, Liangzi asked softly, “Master, what should we do next?”

Kurosawa, after much deliberation, gritted his teeth and said, “Find Hansheng’s house, seize the opportunity to capture him, and force out the real sheepskin prophecy through torture. We must act ruthlessly and quickly.”

“Yes, Master,” Liangzi replied.

The moon hid behind the clouds, and the world became hazy again. The two quietly walked towards the village. Crows in the bamboo forest poked their heads out and cawed at them with disgust.

At midnight, Huang Jianguo, buried beneath the earthen cave, stirred and awoke…

Chapter 388

All around was pitch black. Huang Jianguo felt a heavy weight pressing down on his body, especially his feet. He tried to breathe, and surprisingly, some cool air seeped through the gaps in the soil beneath his head, so he wasn't too suffocated.

Where was he? He racked his brains, finally remembering that Heize had pushed him, causing him to fall headfirst into the earthen cave—the Han family's ancestral grave. Damn it… he was buried alive! Realizing this, Huang Jianguo was stunned… After a long while, he began to try to twist his body. Fortunately, the soil wasn't compacted, and he could move his arms slightly, but he definitely couldn't get out on his own. Besides, the air underground was limited; he would probably suffocate to death in no time.

What the hell is this Tai Chi Yin Aura? What is this "Ruling the Central Plains"? His grandfather was buried alive, his father was poisoned, and he himself had followed in his grandfather's footsteps. Could this be the fate of being buried in the most supreme dragon's lair...? A cool breeze slowly rose, and Huang Jianguo's spirits lifted. How could there be air underground? There must be some hidden cave or passageway below!

His will to survive compelled him to reach down. His fingers touched soft human flesh, and he smelled the scorching scent of burning flesh. He remembered—these were the corpses of the two guardians who had dug the cave. His hands continued to probe downwards, and suddenly he felt nothing. There was indeed a hollow below.

Overjoyed, Huang Jianguo used all his strength to twist his body, gripping a hard wooden object with both hands. He didn't even think about whether it was a coffin lid anymore, and slowly crawled down... Finally, he succeeded, landing in a spacious coffin.

He lay on the flat floor of the coffin, catching his breath for a moment, then began to tap on all sides. The more he tapped, the more anxious he became, sweat seeping from his pores. Finally, he had tapped every inch of the wooden planks. A cruel truth told him: this was a coffin, with no caves or secret passages, only a decaying skeleton lying beside him, the remains of some unknown ancestor of Zhu Hansheng's family.

Huang Jianguo finally despaired… *White thorn* is a rare fungus, a type of fungal spore that parasitizes decaying corpses. Its growth is extremely peculiar; it requires a sealed, temperature-controlled environment to develop slowly and remain dormant, but grows rapidly upon exposure to air. Its weakness is heat; it stops growing at around 35 degrees Celsius and dies if the temperature exceeds 40 degrees Celsius.

The Iga ninja's "Fire and Lightning Bullets" were made with black powder, a mixture of one part sulfur, two parts saltpeter, and three parts charcoal. The temperature upon explosion could reach 1000 degrees Celsius. The two guardians each detonated one, committing suicide. However, what they didn't expect was that the high temperature of the burning gunpowder also killed the thousand-year-old White Tortoise Mycelium.

Therefore, when Huang Jianguo awoke, not a single White Tortoise Mycelium had disappeared from the entire tomb. The large amount of sulfur and carbon black produced by the explosion neutralized some of the "corpse miasma," and the remaining red corpse gas no longer posed a threat to Huang Jianguo.

The hissing, cool air, though faint, was still breathable. There were no holes around the coffin, so where did it come from? Huang Jianguo racked his brains but couldn't figure it out.

This was the air secretly stolen by the "shrimp whiskers and crab eyes."

Date: 10-24 12:56:00 Huang Jianguo could never have guessed that the decaying corpse with white hair lying beside him was not Zhu Hansheng's ancestor, nor the jailer in Xuchang prison in the thirteenth year of Jian'an in the Eastern Han Dynasty, but Guo Pu, the renowned master of Yi Jing and numerology in the Western Jin Dynasty!

Guo Pu, courtesy name Jingchun, was from Wenxi County, Hedong, and was the greatest synthesizer of Zhu You techniques in the Central Plains.

At the end of the Western Jin Dynasty, General Wang Dun of Jingzhou wanted to rebel and asked Guo Pu to divine the outcome. Guo Pu told him "no success." Wang Dun then asked how long he could live if he started the rebellion. Guo Pu replied, "Your rebellion will surely bring disaster soon. If you remain in Wuchang, your lifespan will be immeasurable." He advised Wang Dun against starting a rebellion, lest he live longer. Wang Dun was furious and asked, "How long will you live?" Guo Pu calculated his own fate and said, "My life ends at midday today." Sure enough, in his rage, Wang Dun killed him that very day. Guo Pu was 49 years old that year.

Less than two months after Wang Dun's rebellion, he was defeated and died in resentment, all as Guo Pu had predicted. Guo Pu's descendants took his coffin away from Jingzhou and disappeared from historical records, his burial place unknown. Several years later, Emperor Ming of Jin built a cenotaph for Guo Pu on the shore of Xuanwu Lake in Nanjing, named "Guo Gong Dun," which remains to this day. The great Ming Dynasty painter Shen Zhou wrote in his poem "Ode to Feng Shui": "The qi disperses and the wind rushes, where can one dwell? What is the reason for burying the master's bones? Even at midday, the fleeing soldiers have not yet dispersed, yet people still believe in the burial books." This refers to this event.

After Hua Tuo's death, the jailer secretly took the *Qing Nang Jing* (青囊经) back to Nanshan, Wuyuan, Huizhou Prefecture, during the Wu Dynasty. In the seventh year of the Huangchu era of the Wei Dynasty, Hua Tuo's family was instructed to bury the book with him. For some unknown reason, this extraordinary book was not lost in a desolate grave, but was acquired by Guo Pu decades later. At the end of the Western Jin Dynasty, Guo Pu's descendants, following his last wishes, secretly brought his coffin to Nanshan Village in Wuyuan and quietly buried it inside the "Shrimp Whiskers and Crab Eyes" (虾须蟹眼) in front of the Linggu Cave, a mere stone's throw from the mysterious Taiji Yin Aura. The only burial item besides the burial ruler was the *Qing Nang Jing*, which has remained there for over 1400 years.

Not long after, Guo Pu's son, Guo Wu, was appointed Prefect of Linhe, supposedly because of the "Shrimp Whiskers and Crab Eyes" stealing his aura.

The coffin was relatively spacious, with a cool breeze seeping in from the soil, so Huang Jianguo didn't feel suffocated. However, it was pitch black, and he couldn't stand up or move around. His next concern was finding food.

Huang Jianguo reached through the broken opening in the coffin lid, forcefully pulled in the thigh of one of the guardians, quickly removed his shoes and smelly socks, and bit off two of his toes, devouring them with relish. Human tissue is 70% water, and buried in the soil, it doesn't easily dry out, so it contained protein, fat, and water. Although the two guardians were short, they could sustain him for a considerable time.

After gnawing off one of the corpse's feet, Huang Jianguo felt quite full, but then his stomach rumbled, and he felt the urge to defecate. Reluctantly, he removed his clothes and lay naked on his side to relieve himself.

With a "plop," thick excrement gushed out of the anus, filling the entire coffin with an unbearable stench that lingered and was drawn back into Huang Jianguo's lungs.

What if the coffin was overflowing? He thought dejectedly.

He didn't know how much time had passed before Huang Jianguo awoke again, his mind racing. Since he was trapped in the Han family's ancestral grave, he couldn't let the Zhu family's ancestors rest in peace. He would simply absorb all their corpse energy and avenge the grave-digging. With this thought, he rolled over and lay on top of the rotting corpse, his hand reaching for its mouth. Although the face was decayed and he couldn't blindfold or plug its orifices, he forcefully pried open the skull's teeth, inserted his mouth, and began to suck wildly.

Years ago, Guo Pu had foreseen his impending death and thus poured all his life's incantation skills into the Guo Gong Burial Ruler. Otherwise, even if General Wang Dun of Jingzhou had a large army, he could have escaped with his incantation skills. His eventual death was due to the loss of his internal Zhuyou Divine Skill. Because of this, Huang Jianguo, who had absorbed the bald old woman's Zhuyou Eight Styles, showed no magnetic field connection with Guo Pu's corpse.

However, the moment he inhaled, Huang Jianguo immediately sensed something was wrong. A sudden force pulled back from the corpse's mouth, actually drawing in Huang Jianguo's vital energy… Huang Jianguo was terrified and struggled desperately, pressing his hands against the skull, trying to pull his mouth back, but the corpse's suction was too strong; he couldn't pull back at all. His vital energy, including Zhuyou power, the Yin essence from the Ghost Tomb, and the various other energies from the corpse, was continuously drained. His twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians became increasingly depleted, until finally he fainted.

After the rotting corpse drained Huang Jianguo's life essence, it began to slowly regurgitate and replenish it... Guo Pu, the founder of Yi Jing (Book of Changes), was proficient in all arts and sciences, especially the two unparalleled arts of the Central Plains: the Eighteen Forms of Zhu You Divine Skill and the Intermediate-Level Corpse Absorption Technique. Later, Guo Pu felt that the "Intermediate-Level Corpse Absorption Technique" was too insidious and would shorten his lifespan, so he set a "curse lock" and vowed never to use it again. Therefore, until he was killed by Wang Dun, he never used it again, but it was forever sealed inside his body and buried underground after his death.

Every "curse lock" must have a "curse key" to open it. This curse key is when someone touches the lips of the deceased, thus breaking the "curse lock" and releasing the "Intermediate-Level Corpse Absorption Technique," which strikes fear into the hearts of the martial arts world.

At this moment, the "curse lock" has been broken. The rotting corpse first absorbs the impurities from Huang Jianguo's body, then nourishes it with the "Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique," seeping into his twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians bit by bit. This process will take forty-nine days. At the last moment, the absorbed impurities will be expelled back. The total time is exactly the lifespan of an intermediate Yin body.

During the long forty-nine days, Huang Jianguo will be biting the rotting corpse mouth to mouth, opening up each meridian. On the day of success, a peerless Yin master will reappear in the world...

Chapter 389

Kurosawa and Ryoko sneaked into Nanshan Village in the dark.

"Wuyuan Taro said that Zhu Hansheng's house is at the far east end of this small village. It used to be three thatched houses, but they were burned down. The government rebuilt a tiled house for him and his son. Let's go look for it." Kurosawa said, looking at the night sky to determine the direction, and headed straight for the east of the village with Ryoko.

Under the moonlight, the two stood in front of the three new thatched houses, looking into the courtyard. All three houses were dark and silent.

"I don't see any tiled houses in this area east of the village?" Liangzi said suspiciously. Heize

was also puzzled. Neither they nor Huang Jianguo knew that the Hui-style manor had been burned down by Liu Jinmo, nor that Wu Chushan had recently built these three thatched houses, which had only been completed a few days ago.

"Never mind, let's go in and take a look. Be careful, very careful. According to Wuyuan Taro, Zhu Hansheng's father-in-law, Wu Chushan, is extremely skilled in martial arts," Heize cautiously reminded them.

"Understood, Master," Liangzi replied.

The doors to the courtyard and the main hall were ajar, so the two tiptoed into the courtyard and quietly crouched under the window, listening intently to the sounds inside.

"Master, there's no one inside," Liangzi said softly, hearing no breathing.

“Hmm, let’s go inside and search.” Kurosawa said, stepping inside first.

The east and west rooms were empty. Kurosawa reached out and touched the stove in the main room; it was still warm. He pondered, “This house is definitely inhabited.”

Ryoko stopped in front of a wardrobe against the wall in the west room, her nose twitching rapidly. “Master, there’s something strange about this locked wardrobe,” she said.

Kurosawa approached.

“I smell a corpse,” Ryoko whispered.

“Open it,” Kurosawa ordered.

Ryoko reached out, twisted the lock, and with a slight pull, broke it, opening the wardrobe door.

Kurosawa's flashlight beam shone, illuminating a white, hairy figure huddled trembling in the corner of the wardrobe… Kurosawa stared silently. The figure was short, covered in long, grayish-white hair. Strangely, the hair didn't grow on flesh but rather sprouted directly from the bones. The skull had eye sockets but no eyeballs, and grayish-white downy hairs protruded from the nostrils. Through the gaps in the white hair above the mouth, two rows of neat white teeth could be seen; of course, there were no lips.

“Who are you? Why are you locked up here?” Kurosawa asked in Chinese.

The white-haired figure shook its head and made a few chirping sounds.

“Are you mute?” Kurosawa asked again in surprise.

“Chirp chirp chirp…” The white-haired figure seemed to be saying something.

“Master, it's not human, it's a corpse,” Ryoko said.

“Hmm, there are many types of corpse transformations in the Central Plains; I don't know which kind this guy is,” Kurosawa nodded.

“Master, let me absorb it?” Ryoko rubbed her hands together, eager to try.

“No, the family that would hide a zombie in the wardrobe must be Zhu Hansheng’s family. Since he locked this white-haired corpse here, he must have some purpose. Liangzi, if we take it as a hostage, it might be an important bargaining chip when negotiating with Hansheng.” Heize chuckled sinisterly.

“But where do we go now?” Liangzi asked.

“I’ve already thought of that. Isn’t there a Linggu Cave next to Taiji Yinyun? It’s both hidden and convenient. Let’s go, take the white-haired corpse, and go to that cave. When Hansheng comes back and finds it gone, hehe…” Heize waved his hand and stepped out the door.

“Clear the way!” Liangzi grabbed the still trembling white-haired corpse and dragged it out of the house.

“Stop!” A low shout came from the courtyard.

Under the moonlight, a thin, gaunt man stood with his hands behind his back… In the hazy moonlight, Old Man Ye, with great interest, led Lan'er to lie in wait in the peanut field, searching for crickets following the chirping sounds. They had already caught dozens in the cage.

Wu Chushan, who had just felt a slight unease, sensed something was amiss, so he instructed the two to continue catching crickets while he went home to check on things.

“Old Man Ye, we’ve caught quite a few already, let’s go home too,” Lan'er said, holding up the cage.

“Shh…” Old Man Ye stopped Lan'er, whispering, “Listen, there’s a cricket chirping unusually loudly under that big tree over there.” With that, he tiptoed carefully, parting the peanut vines, and crept towards the direction of the chirping sound.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp..." The chirping of crickets in the grass behind the tree was several times louder than the ones he had caught before. Old Ye felt an itch to chirp, and impatiently parted the waist-high weeds to look towards the source of the sound... In the dappled moonlight, a emaciated old man was lying on all fours, his head raised, his lips pursed into a thin line, making a "chirp, chirp, chirp" sound... Old Ye was so astonished that he couldn't close his mouth and stood there dumbfounded.

"What, what are you doing?" After a long while, Old Ye came to his senses and stammered.

"Hehe..." The man sprang to his feet, his sharp gaze fixed on Old Ye, and said coldly, "You corpse, catching crickets to eat under the moonlight, I might as well wipe you out while I'm at it."

Old Ye stammered, "Who are you? Why are you playing tricks on me?"

"Hmph, I am Mao Yishi, I kill corpses and ghosts alike. Haven't you heard of the Unyielding Bone of the Jianghu?" Mao Yishi sneered.

"Unyielding Bone? What is that? I don't know." Old Ye thought for a moment, confirming that this was the first time he had heard the name.

"Never heard of it..." Mao Yishi said unhappily, "Judging from your accent, you seem to be a Manchu from beyond the Great Wall. No wonder you don't know the name of the Unyielding Bone of the Central Plains. Enough nonsense, I'm going to test how well this newly grown thing works." With that, Mao Yishi began to take off his clothes.

"Old Ye, who are you talking to?" Lan'er walked over from the other side of the peanut field.

"Your name is Ye Lao?" Mao Yishi asked in surprise, pulling up his half-undone trousers. "The thousand-year-old skin corpse inside the Liao Pagoda in Huanglong Prefecture..."

"This old monk is Ye Lao. What's wrong? Did I scare you?" Ye Lao couldn't help but feel a little proud that this person had actually heard of his name.

"Do you know Zhu Hansheng, the famous doctor of Nanshan in Wuyuan?" Mao Yishi asked.

"Hansheng? What happened to him?" Lan'er asked anxiously as she approached.

"You are... Lan'er?" Mao Yishi looked at the girl who looked like a country bumpkin and suddenly realized.

Lan'er looked at him in surprise and nodded. "I am Lan'er. Who are you? Have you met Hansheng?"

Mao Yishi dressed himself again, embarrassed, and said, "Hansheng asked me to come to Nanshan Village..." Then, he explained his purpose.

"This is Nanshan Village," Lan'er told him.

"Is that hairy corpse still buried within the Taiji Yin Aura?" Mao Yishi asked.

“No, she was locked in the closet at home. I had to pry her out,” Old Master Ye interjected smugly.

“Take me to see her,” Mao Yishi nodded.

“Let’s go, my father has already gone home.” Lan’er led Mao Yishi, followed by Old Master Ye, and the three of them hurried towards the east of the village under the moonlight.

Kurosawa sized up the tall, thin man with a cold demeanor, sensing a chilling aura emanating from him. "This is a martial arts master," he thought to himself, before speaking aloud, "Are you Wu Chushanren?"

Wu Chushanren was slightly taken aback, then coldly asked, "Who are you?"

Kurosawa chuckled, bowed slightly, and said, "I am a friend of Zhu Hansheng, Kurosawa, the Deputy Consul General of Japan in China."

Wu Chushanren was secretly surprised. Hansheng had mentioned his trip to the Burmese jungle and his past conflict with Kurosawa's Onizuka Corpse-Slaying Cult, and Huang Jianguo had also joined them. Not long ago in Wuyuan County, he had witnessed Huang Jianguo's strange movements. Now that Kurosawa had appeared in Nanshan Village, he must have been brought there by Kurosawa, and his target was undoubtedly Hansheng.

Where was Huang Jianguo? Wu Chushanren looked around, finding no one else nearby.

"Mr. Kurosawa, what brings you to my home so late at night?" Wu Chushanren asked, following the rules of the martial arts world.

"Hehe, we had a very pleasant meeting with your son-in-law, Zhu Hansheng, in Japan and Taiwan. We still have some unfinished business, so we've come here to meet him again. Would you mind if we asked him to come out for a meeting?" Kurosawa said politely.

Wu Chushan was startled. Hansheng had been to Japan and Taiwan? Wasn't he supposed to be in Hong Kong looking for Lu Taiguan, and then heading to Southeast Asia to find his ancestor's daughter, Zu Mo? This was indeed extremely suspicious… "Hansheng isn't home," Wu Chushan replied ambiguously.

"Oh, in that case, it's late, and we shouldn't disturb you. We'll take our leave now. Please tell Hansheng we'll come back another day," Kurosawa said.

Wu Chushan was filled with questions, but he couldn't voice them directly. He simply said, "Leave the white-haired corpse; please do as you please."

"No, no, this white-haired corpse is our hostage. It must come with us first. I can only release it after I see Hansheng," Kurosawa said, still extremely politely.

"Then I'd like to see what you've got up your sleeve and see if you can take her away," Wu Chushanren sneered.

"You jest. How could we possibly lay a hand on Hansheng's father-in-law? There's a saying in the Central Plains, 'Even if you don't respect the monk, you should respect the Buddha.' Please tell Hansheng that I will come again," Heize said, pulling out a pistol and pointing it at Wu Chushanren.

After a moment's hesitation and careful consideration, Wu Chushan realized that these two Japanese men possessed dark magic and were armed, making victory difficult. Furthermore, Huang Jianguo hadn't shown himself yet, and he wondered what Huang was up to… "Where is Huang Jianguo? Why not call him out and show his face…" Wu Chushan said calmly.

"You mean Lord Jianguo? He's currently engaged in underground activities, haha…" Kurosawa grinned sinisterly.

Underground activities? Wu Chushan's heart tightened. Could the cunning Japanese be using a feint? Here he was entangled, while Huang Jianguo led his men to ambush Lan'er. If they captured Lan'er as a hostage, it would be troublesome... Cold sweat beaded on the mountain man's forehead. He gritted his teeth and said, "Where are you staying? I will go and pay you a visit."

"Wu Chushanren is too kind. We will come on our own," Kurosawa bowed again and waved his hand, ordering in Japanese, "Ryoko, let's go."

Wu Chushanren watched helplessly as Kurosawa and Ryoko led the corpse out of the courtyard. He sighed, then stomped his foot, leaped up, and flew over the courtyard wall, rushing towards the peanut field in the north of the village.

Chapter 390

"Wait..." Mao Yishi suddenly stopped and gestured, "A highly skilled night traveler has arrived."

In the moonlight, a dark figure appeared, hurrying towards them.

"Father." When he got closer, Lan'er recognized the man as her father.

Wu Chushan looked at Mao Yishi warily and asked urgently, "Lan'er, who is he?"

"I am Mao Yishi, disciple of the great hero Gan Fengchi of Jiangnan," Mao Yishi replied with a clasped fist and a respectful bow.

Seeing that Lan'er hadn't been kidnapped, Wu Chushan relaxed and also clasped his fist, saying, "I am Wu Chushan. May I ask if the great hero Gan Fengchi of Jiangnan is the same Jiangning martial arts master who assisted Lü Siniang in assassinating Emperor Yongzheng 240 years ago?"

"Indeed, my master," Mao Yishi said respectfully.

"Then... how old is Mr. Mao this year?" Wu Chushan asked suspiciously.

"Two hundred and fifty years old," Mao Yishi replied.

"How can an ordinary person live so long? Could it be that Mr. Mao is also a zombie?" Wu Chushan pressed.

"That's right, I am 'Undying Bones'," Mao Yishi admitted.

Wu Chushan was taken aback and asked in confusion, "I've heard that 'Undying Bones' is a Taoist 'Taiyin Refining Form' item. I'm fortunate enough to see it with my own eyes tonight, but may I ask what brings you here, sir?"

"It was Zhu Hansheng, a famous doctor from Wuyuan, Jiangxi, who sent me to investigate the truth about the hairy corpse," Mao Yishi replied.

Wu Chushan nodded slowly upon hearing this and invited, "Then please come to my home for a detailed discussion."

The group returned to the thatched hut in the east of the village. Lan'er lit a rapeseed oil lamp and started a fire to boil water and make tea.

"Where is my hairy corpse?" Old Ye, holding a cage of crickets, stood blankly in front of the open wardrobe and said in astonishment.

Wu Chushan sighed, "It was the Japanese, Kurosawa and his gang, who abducted the hairy corpse."

Mao Yishi was taken aback upon hearing this, and asked urgently, "Kurosawa and his gang also came to Nanshan Village?"

Wu Chushan glanced at Mao Yishi and asked in surprise, "Mr. Mao, do you also know Kurosawa?"

Mao Yishi nodded and replied, "Hansheng and I fought against this group of Japanese corpse-intercepting cult members in Miaoli, Taiwan..." He then recounted what happened at the Hakka grandmother's house in Nanzhuang, Miaoli, and concluded, "After returning to Hong Kong, I came to Jiangxi, while Hansheng and Mr. Lu Taiguan, the Justice of the Peace, flew to Thailand to search for the infant."

"I see." Wu Chushan recalled what Kurosawa had said and gradually understood.

"The hairy corpse was abducted. Do you know where they're going now?" Mao Yishi asked.

Wu Chushan shook his head and said, "I still don't know."

Old Ye, his face long and dejected, ran to the hearth and said to Lan'er, "It's all over, all over, the crickets were caught for nothing."

Lan'er smiled and comforted Old Ye, "Then let's raise the crickets first, and when Father and the others find the hairy corpse, we'll feed it to her."

Hearing this, Old Ye's brow relaxed, and his mood brightened instantly. He asked Lan'er for a piece of cabbage, then carefully carried the cage back to the west room and began feeding his crickets.

Where could the hairy corpse have been taken? Old Ye scratched his head, thinking.

Heize walked ahead, while Liangzi escorted the backward-moving hairy corpse, heading towards the Linggu Cave in the South Mountain.

The crow, hearing the commotion in the bamboo forest, peeked out from its nest, then went back to sleep.

The Linggu Cave was pitch black. Kurosawa and Ryoko turned on their flashlights and continued deeper into the cave, searching for a dry, secluded spot, preferably with a water source.

The flashlight beams revealed numerous pores in the stone walls, covered in green moss; geologically, it was a limestone cave, damp and warm. Kurosawa and Ryoko, carrying the hairy corpse, continued onward.

They walked for an unknown amount of time, but the cave grew increasingly spacious. A pair of wary red eyes appeared on the dark ceiling.

Further on, Kurosawa suddenly gasped in surprise, looking up to see countless pairs of fiery red dots in the darkness. What were these things? Just as he was wondering, a sharp whistle rang out, followed by a sudden gust of wind and a fierce gust of wind sweeping through the cave.

Kurosawa had just drawn his pistol when he suddenly felt a sharp, piercing pain on the top of his head. Then, his usually neatly trimmed mustache was ripped out in clumps, causing him to scream in agony. He heard countless flapping wings, cheerful squeaking, and turbulent air currents... In his panic, his pistol and flashlight rolled to the ground. With nowhere to hide, he reached up and found his head bald, sticky, and covered in blood.

Ryoko's long hair, already largely gnawed away by the "white-toothed mouth" of the Hakka grandmothers in Miaoli, was now completely plucked out. Her eyelids twitched suddenly, and her eyebrows were gone. Two small, red-eyed shadow bats attacked from the darkness. She felt a pang of pain in her nose as the longest nose hairs were ripped out, and tears streamed down her face. Several young male shadow bats attacked her genitals, but due to the thick trousers, they failed and had to leave dejectedly.

A swarm of shadow bats attacked the hairy corpse, which moved extremely nimbly, its white fur fluttering as it leaped backwards towards the depths of the cave. Even so, clumps of long white fur on its back were still ripped off.

Kurosawa's eyes were blurred with tears, but he endured the excruciating pain, picked up his pistol and flashlight from the ground, roared, and chased after it. Ryoko followed closely behind, tears streaming down her face.

"Squeak squeak squeak..." The shadow bat leader, with a riding cape around his neck, sounded the horn of victory, but two experienced shadow bats noticed that Kurosawa still had a few long hairs growing in his ears, so they simply plucked them out as well.

Kurosawa and Ryoko frantically chased after the hairy corpse, and after an unknown amount of time, the view suddenly opened up before them. Upon closer inspection, they realized they had already left the cave.

Under the moonlight, a quiet mountain ravine, a babbling brook, a dense camphor forest, and a simple mud-brick thatched hut—they had arrived in Wolong Valley. The

corpse-like creature, probably exhausted from running, leaned against a large camphor tree, panting heavily, its chest emitting a "chirp chirp chirp" sound.

"Where is this place? Liangzi, go see if anyone lives in the hut," Heize ordered breathlessly.

Liangzi roused herself and stepped into the hut. It was empty, covered in a layer of dust. Shining her flashlight around, she exclaimed in surprise, "Master, this house looks like it hasn't been lived in for a long time! Look, there's not only a simple wooden bed, but also a broken oil lamp, and the kitchen is fully equipped with firewood, a stove, pots, and pans!"

"Very good, we'll stay here." Kurosawa said with satisfaction.

Ryoko lit the oil lamp, quickly cleaned the room, then found a hemp rope and went out to tie the hairy corpse to a tree.

"Strange, there were such ferocious hair-plucking bats in this cave. We'll have to be careful next time." Kurosawa still felt lingering fear as he recalled the incident.

Ryoko painfully touched her bald head, which was completely hairless. "Master, how can I face anyone now?"

Kurosawa also rubbed his head and nose, and said sadly, "The Metropolitan Police Department and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs have definitely notified the consulate in China. We absolutely cannot show our faces for the time being. It seems we need to rest in this valley for a while."

In the capital, the city lights began to twinkle.

In a simple yet luxurious office, behind the desk in a black leather chair, the leader wearily stared at the internal reports and two overseas newspapers on the table, muttering to himself, "Zhu Hansheng has actually appeared in Tokyo, Japan, and Taiwan. It's unbelievable..."

His secretary, dressed in a navy blue Zhongshan suit, stood ramrod straight before the desk and cautiously said, "Sir, it's understood that Zhu Hansheng is using a Hong Kong identity. This seems very suspicious; he must have the support of some hostile Western force behind him."

The leader looked up at him, pondering, and asked, "Any news about Feng Sheng?"

"Not yet, sir," the secretary replied.

"That kid isn't reliable. Be prepared to deal with him at any time," the leader said, frowning.

"Yes, understood," the secretary responded.

The commander stood up, walked to the French windows, and gazed at Chang'an Avenue in the night. After a long while, he turned around and instructed, "Notify our contacts within the Hong Kong British government to find out how Zhu Hansheng obtained his Hong Kong identity. If he went to Hong Kong on a one-way permit, find out which provincial public security bureau issued it, and thoroughly investigate his whereabouts and associates in Hong Kong."

"I'll take care of it immediately," the secretary replied.

"Currently, Kurosawa is wanted by the Japanese police, and Interpol has also issued a global red notice. If our people find any trace of him in China, arrest him immediately in secret. And absolutely no one in the public security system should know or interfere. Remember, Kurosawa cannot be extradited back to Japan. He must disappear silently from China. Do you understand what to do?" the commander said coldly.

"Yes, yes, I understand," the secretary replied, a slight sweat beading on his forehead.

"Go ahead..." the commander said, then turned his gaze back to Chang'an Avenue outside the window, watching the vehicles speeding by, muttering to himself, "What a turbulent Year of the Dragon..."

"Commander, you should go back and rest early too. Dongdong has called several times to urge you," the secretary reminded him again as she was leaving.

"I know," the commander said, frowning.

This willful Dongdong—he'd told her so many times that Huang Jianguo and his son had heroically sacrificed themselves during a mission, but she still couldn't forget that pretty boy. He'd recently introduced her to several young officers from the military, but she hadn't liked a single one. It was truly frustrating... Chapter

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The propeller plane flew under the clouds, below which lay the vast South China Sea. After rounding Sanya, the southernmost tip of Hainan Island, the plane turned west, heading straight for the central mountainous region of Vietnam.

"The Vietnam War ended less than a year ago, and the damage caused by the war is severe. There's currently no radar monitoring network in that area. We'll enter from Xuanhua, and in about twenty minutes we'll fly over the Truong Son Mountains, into the Khammouane Plateau of Laos, then cross the Mekong River, and reach Udon Thani in the Khorat Plateau of northeastern Thailand," the pilot explained the flight route to Lu Taiguan.

Han Sheng felt more comfortable flying in the small plane. Looking out the window, the green mountains, clear waters, and villages were clearly visible. Xiao Caihua, in particular, was perched on the window, staring intently, murmuring, "Mo Mo..." The large parrot, Dudu, also squeezed its head over, peering at the ground.

Udon Thani is the industrial and commercial center of northeastern Thailand, 564 kilometers from Bangkok. It boasts exceptional natural conditions, with towering peaks, verdant landscapes, and a network of rivers. Between the Phuphan Mountains and the Songkran River lies a plain that was the most important US Air Force base during the Vietnam War, housing various aircraft, including B-52 strategic bombers, and serving as a major airfield for bombing Vietnam. In early 1976, the US military completely withdrew, and Udon Thani returned to its former tranquility, but it became a haven for smugglers.

A propeller plane landed on a secluded runway, taxiing into the nearby bushes, where several men in camouflage, armed with Israeli Uzi folding submachine guns, gathered around.

The cabin door opened, and Lu Taiguan stepped off the plane.

"Mr. Lu," a tall, white man at the head of the group saluted Lu Taiguan and greeted him with a smile in American English.

"Major Martin, how is everyone?" Lu Taiguan also spoke in English.

"Of course, the brothers can't wait," Major Martin chuckled.

Han Sheng carried Shen Caihua, with Dudu perched on his shoulder, and a suction pump in his hand as they exited the cabin. Feng Sheng followed behind, and finally, the old man, Flying Zombie Wu, strode out of the cabin with his head held high. He wore a grass-green military cap, white sneakers, and a brightly colored, collarless, belted robe with the embroidered square patch of a first-rank military officer. Although a hole had been burned in the chest by the Undying Bone Grass, he had to wear it for this important occasion.

Major Martin stared at the group in astonishment and asked, "Mr. Lu, are they from the circus?"

"No, dear Captain Martin, they are all members of the commando team, participating in our jungle rescue operation," Lu Taiguan replied with a smile.

Han Sheng put down Shen Caihua, who was still naked, and looked at him, saying, "Caihua, the rescue operation to find Momo has finally begun..."

Inside a simple house by the Songkran River, a military map of the Indochina Peninsula hung on the wall, showing the terrain of five countries: Myanmar, Thailand, Laos, Vietnam, and Cambodia. The entire rescue team sat around a simple wooden table.

"Our operation is codenamed 'Alice,' after the heroine of the 19th-century British novel 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.' The target of this search is a little girl named 'Momo,' less than a year old, who was abducted in the tropical rainforest of northern Myanmar several months ago and has been missing ever since. Mr. Lu, could you please give us a detailed introduction to the baby girl?" Major Martin spoke first, standing in front of the map.

Lu Taiguan nodded and said to Han Sheng, "Brother Han Sheng, please introduce the background of the abduction of the baby girl Mo Mo so that everyone can understand. I will translate into English."

Han Sheng stood up and went to the map, scanning the map.

Lu Taiguan had already introduced everyone to each other. Major Martin and another American, Blair, were both members of the US Special Forces during the Vietnam War; Blair was also a helicopter pilot. There was also a South Vietnamese soldier, three Thais, two Shan State soldiers from northern Burma, and one Chinese. The foreigners' names were hard to remember, but the young and clever Chinese man was easy to remember. He introduced himself as a descendant of the former Kuomintang 93rd Division, originally from Hengyang, Hunan, and named "Yancheng Boy."

"The baby girl Mo Mo was abducted by a Thai sorcerer named 'Mong La Cha Weng Bing'..." Han Sheng briefly described what happened in the jungle and described the sorcerer and Mo Mo's appearance.

“Mongrachawong. Bing is an ancient surname from a branch of our Thai royal family, said to have originated from China,” said a Thai commando.

“There are many sorcerers in Thailand, and the most famous ones are mostly in temples. Some old monks in inconspicuous small mountain temples are often extremely powerful sorcerers. If you want to find out about the sorcerer Mong La Cha Wong Bing, you should go to a temple to ask. But there are more than 30,000 temples in Thailand, how easy is that?” Another Thai man shook his head, indicating that it was impossible.

“It is said that Mong La Cha Wong Bing is the most powerful sorcerer in Southeast Asia,” Han Sheng reminded him.

Captain Martin’s eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said, “Okay, then we’ll go to the largest temple in Thailand and ask the old monks there. Do you know which temple is the largest?”

“The Siam Khwang Nassara Namtso Temple,” the three Thai team members said in unison.

Major Martin frowned and said, “Really, it has such a difficult name. Isn’t there an abbreviation?”

“Wat Phra Kaew (Temple of the Emerald Buddha) in Bangkok,” the big parrot Dudu suddenly uttered a sentence in English from Xiao Caihua’s arms.

The commandos stared at Dudu in surprise, as if they couldn’t believe their ears.

"Oh my god! You can speak English?" Martin raised his arms dramatically.

"I'm from America," Dudu rolled her eyes at him.

Captain Martin considered for a moment and said to Lu Taiguan, "We'll split into two groups. One will go to the Temple of the Emerald Buddha in Bangkok to inquire about the whereabouts of the sorcerer Mong La Cha Wong Bing. The other will stay at the base to search in the mountainous areas around Udon Thani, in small temples and among the people, while also being prepared to strike at any time."

Lu Taiguan agreed with the major's suggestion and volunteered to go to Bangkok, taking Han Sheng, the infant Shen Caihua, and Feng Sheng with him.

"This admiral wants to go too!" Old Master Wu rolled his eyes and slammed his fist on the table, shouting loudly.

"Alright, alright, ancestor, stop it, I'll take you," Lu Taiguan quickly reassured him.

Captain Martin sent a Thai team member named Nai Songchai to accompany Lu Taiguan to the capital, Bangkok. Having a local would be more convenient, and besides, this person was of Chinese descent and understood some Chinese.

Lu Taiguan and his entourage boarded an American-style jeep, driven by Nai Songchai, who had changed into local casual clothes, and left the Udon Thani base. They traveled south across the Nakhon Ratchasima Plateau, a bumpy 500-kilometer journey that took over ten hours, finally arriving in Bangkok, the capital of Thailand, around midnight and checking into a luxury hotel.

The next morning, after breakfast, Nai Songchai drove everyone to the Temple of the Emerald Buddha.

Located in the northeast corner of the Grand Palace in Bangkok, the Temple of the Emerald Buddha is part of the Grand Palace complex. Its full name is "Khavan Nassaranam Temple," also known as the Temple of the Nation's Protector, and it is Thailand's most famous Buddhist temple. The temple houses a priceless national treasure—the Emerald Buddha. Carved from a single piece of jade, the Emerald Buddha is 66 centimeters high and 48.3 centimeters wide. It is an artwork from the prosperous 15th-century period of Northern Thailand. In 1784, King Rama I of the Rama Dynasty specially built this main hall and brought the Emerald Buddha from the capital of the Thonburi Kingdom to this location. The Temple of the Emerald Buddha is magnificent, with its carved beams and painted rafters, and gilded splendor. The center of the main hall is densely packed with golden pagodas, canopies, and Buddha statues of various sizes. The walls of the hall depict the Buddha's enlightenment and his life's manifestations. Six large bronze lions guard the entrances to the front and rear halls. Every summer, rainy season, and cool season, the King personally adorns the Emerald Buddha with different seasonal robes made of gold and jewels, making it the most sacred

and revered Buddha image in Thailand for the royal family and the people. "The Temple of the Emerald Buddha is located within the Grand Palace and is the only temple in Thailand without monks residing there. We can directly ask the monks responsible for reception and cleaning inside the temple; they come during the day and leave at night," Nai Songchai explained. At

the foot of the Shwedagon Pagoda, an elderly monk in a yellow robe was sweeping the stone steps. Nai Songchai approached, clasped his hands in greeting, and inquired in the local dialect.

The old monk shook his head and said something.

“Mr. Lu, the old monk said he didn’t know and told us to ask Master Somdej Tiger,” Nai Songchai said upon returning.

“Somdej Tiger… that’s a strange name,” Han Sheng said from the side.

“Anyone whose name begins with ‘Somdej’ is a monk of the highest rank, equivalent to a highly accomplished Buddhist monk in China. We Thais like to use the Chinese zodiac animal as a name, so perhaps this old monk was born in the Year of the Tiger,” Nai Songchai explained with a smile. Lu

Taiguan nodded and asked, “Then, where is this Venerable Master Somdej Tiger now?”

“I’ve already asked. He lives in a floating hut on the banks of the Chao Phraya River. It’s a kind of house built on the river, with the Chao Phraya River flowing beneath the floor,” Nai Songchai replied.

At that moment, a commotion suddenly erupted inside the Jade Buddha Hall, and the angry shouts of Old Master Wu could be faintly heard…

Chapter 392

Lu Taiguan, Han Sheng, and the others hurriedly entered the Jade Buddha Hall.

At this moment, the rising sun shone brightly, illuminating the golden walls of the palace. The jade Buddha, however, was entirely verdant, faintly radiating a mysterious green light. Old Master Wu, dressed in the robes of a high-ranking official, stood in the middle of the crowd, pointing at the

jade Buddha, spittle flying everywhere: "The King of Siam, a foreign land, dares to secretly hide such a treasure and refuses to pay tribute to the current emperor! It's infuriating!" Several monks in yellow robes pulled at the old man, trying to persuade him to leave the palace, but due to the language barrier, he remained unmoved. Several elderly Chinese people chuckled to themselves, whispering among themselves: "Where did this clown come from? Look at his outdated official robes, military cap, sneakers, and Mandarin—he must be a victim of the Cultural Revolution who came from the Central Plains."

Feng Sheng also tried to persuade the old man, but he wouldn't listen, instead retorting, "Hmph, do you know the origins of this Siamese kingdom?"

Feng Sheng shook his head, indicating he didn't know.

"It's the 'Red Earth Kingdom' from the Sui and Tang dynasties," said Old Master Wu arrogantly. "In the eighth year of the Hongwu reign of the previous dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang bestowed upon it an imperial edict and seal, calling it 'Seal of the King of Siam,' thus beginning the name Siam. In the first year of the Yongle reign, Emperor Chengzu of Ming issued an edict to the country, bestowing upon it one hundred copies of 'Biographies of Virtuous Women,' showcasing the exemplary virtues of Chinese ladies."

Feng Sheng became increasingly confused, asking in astonishment, "Biographies of Virtuous Women?"

Lu Taiguan hurriedly squeezed through the crowd, anxiously asking, "Grandpa, what's wrong now?"

"This Admiral requests an audience with the King of Siam," the old man said proudly, puffing out his chest.

"Why?" Lu Taiguan asked, surprised and puzzled.

"To have him present this jade Buddha as tribute to the Emperor," the old man replied matter-of-factly.

Some of the Chinese nearby couldn't help but laugh.

At this moment, an old monk approached and bowed to Lu Taiguan with his palms together. Lu Taiguan quickly returned the bow.

"My benefactor from afar, this Emerald Buddha, over two thousand years old, was discovered in a pagoda in Chiang Rai Province, Siam, in 1434. At that time, the entire Buddha was covered in a layer of lime, leading people to believe it was a clay Buddha statue. Later, the lime on the tip of the Buddha's nose peeled off, revealing it to be a rare Emerald Buddha. Afterward, it became the object of contention among India, Sri Lanka, Laos, Myanmar, and our Thailand, undergoing several wars and relocations. It was enshrined in Laos for 226 years. In 1778, the Siamese army conquered Vientiane and brought the Emerald Buddha back. After Rama I established Bangkok as the new capital, the Emerald Buddha was moved to Wat Phra Kaew (Temple of the Emerald Buddha) in 1784 and has been enshrined there ever since. On May 11, 1949, Siam was renamed Thailand. This Emerald Buddha embodies a tragic history of Siam and is a national totem and source of pride for the Thai people," the old monk said calmly to Lu Taiguan in Mandarin.

Lu Taiguan bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Master, please forgive me. I have learned a lot. Please forgive our rudeness and disrespect. This old man has some mental problems."

The old monk smiled slightly and said, "I heard you want to see Chongdi. Master Hu, please ask him to lead you there." He then pointed to a young novice monk beside him.

After thanking them, Lu Taiguan pulled the reluctant Old Master Wu out of the Jade Buddha Hall. The group followed the young novice monk and drove straight to the Chao Phraya River to see Somdej and Master Hu.

The Chao Phraya River, also known as the Chao Phraya River, means "Mother of Rivers" in Thai. It originates in the Shan Plateau of northwestern Thailand. Its upper reaches are formed by the confluence of two rivers flowing from north to south—the Ping River and the Nan River—at Nakhon Sawan, where it flows into the Gulf of Bangkok and empties into the Pacific Ocean. The

Chao Phraya River flows through Bangkok, and vendors can be seen rowing their boats back and forth on its surface. Some boats sell fruits and vegetables, others sell handicrafts and flower garlands, and still others are restaurants serving Thai cuisine. Small boats carrying tourists and these floating vendors are crammed together on the water. Although the water seems to be about to reach the edges of the boats, boat owners and buyers can still trade across the hull. The shouts of boatmen soliciting customers and the sounds of tourists or nearby residents haggling rise and fall, creating a lively atmosphere.

Along the riverbank stretched a continuous line of small wooden houses, each varying in size, style, and color. Some were freshly painted, while others showed signs of age and disrepair. Each house had a wooden fence surrounding its entrance, leaving a boardwalk leading to the water. Flowers bloomed in front of the houses, their long branches cascading over the fences and down to the water, creating walls of blossoms. Many washed clothes hung to dry on the fences, fluttering like flags in the river breeze. Women were washing clothes and fishing, while others lounged in bamboo chairs, basking in the sun, enjoying a peaceful scene.

The young monk led them to a large wooden house with a high fence. The courtyard was filled with unidentified plants, some bearing vibrant and exotic flowers rarely seen in the Central Plains. Han Sheng knew these were rare and precious medicinal herbs.

A thin, bespectacled, kind-looking old man was squatting on the ground pruning the plants. Upon seeing them, he slowly stood up.

“Chongdi. Master Hu, a guest from afar has arrived.” The young novice bowed respectfully.

The master’s gentle gaze swept over the group, and he smiled slightly, saying in Thai, “Please come in.”

After Nai Songcha translated, he led Lu Taiguan and the others into the wooden house with the old man.

A striped tiger crouched on the wooden floor, its eyes fixed intently on the newcomers.

“Master, this…” Lu Taiguan looked at Chongdi in surprise. Master Hu, behind him, Feng Sheng gently pressed the pistol at his waist.

"Her name is 'Friend,' Tiger Friend..." the master said with a slight smile. "Long ago, there was a prince named Mahasattva who saw a mother tiger in a bamboo forest in the mountains. She was weak from hunger and on the verge of death. The prince felt great compassion and pricked his wrist with a sharp thorn, drawing blood for the mother tiger to lick. Five cubs surrounded the mother tiger like tender children, crying out for milk. The scene was so moving that the earth trembled and flowers rained down from the sky. This is a story from one of Shakyamuni Buddha's previous lives, when he was practicing the Bodhisattva path."

"So, Master, by your side, you are not forgetting the Buddha's selflessness and compassion," said Lu Taiguan devoutly.

“However, the Buddha sacrificed himself to feed the tiger. The true meaning of life lies in the fact that human life is precious and hard to obtain. Having obtained it, one should benefit others to benefit oneself. This is the true meaning of self-sacrifice. People grieve deeply at death because they don't understand the Dharma. They are trapped by emotions, believing that 'I' and what I possess are real, thus giving rise to greed, attachment, afflictions, and suffering. What seems like a world-shaking sacrifice to ordinary people is, in the eyes of a Bodhisattva, merely a drop of water entering the ocean, yet ultimately meaningless…” Chongdi explained patiently.

“I want a 'tiger friend'…” The ghost infant Shen Caihua, his little bottom bare, toddled towards the enormous Bengal tiger.

The Bengal tiger raised its massive head, staring intently at the approaching infant, but its gaze softened, and it extended its long tongue to lick Shen Caihua, causing the ghost infant to giggle incessantly.

Han Sheng knew that little Caihua would be alright, but he still couldn't help feeling nervous and uneasy.

“Talent, talent, don’t go over there! It’s a pest…” Dudu shrieked, flapping its wings beside them.

The flying zombie, Old Master Wu, lowered his head, his eyes peering at Chongdi through the two holes in his yellow military cap. Master Tiger.

The master smiled slightly and said, “Today, this old monk is fortunate to meet a zombie from the Central Plains; it is truly fate.”

Upon hearing this, Lu Taiguan was startled, knowing he couldn’t hide it from this enlightened monk, so he admitted, “This old man is my ancestor, a man from the Tongzhi era of the Qing Dynasty.”

“Admiral of the Qing Navy, a first-rank official, from the Wu family of Xiushan.” Seeing that Lu Taiguan couldn’t explain clearly, Old Master Wu simply introduced himself.

Chongdi. Master Tiger’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked calmly, “What brings you all here today?”

Nai Songcha translated the master’s words to Lu Taiguan.

“Meng Lacha Weng. Bing,” Lu Taiguan said.

The master's eyebrows twitched, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He said, "Mong La Cha Wong Bing? The most evil sorcerer in Southeast Asia, why are you asking about him?"

"The sorcerer Mong La Cha Wong Bing kidnapped a Chinese baby girl less than a year old," Lu Taiguan answered truthfully.

"Oh, is that so?" Chongdi. Master Hu glanced at everyone and slowly said, "This man was originally a distant relative of the royal family. He has lived in seclusion in the rainforest for decades and created an extremely powerful 'blood curse,' considered the number one curse in Southeast Asia. No one can break it, and his whereabouts are elusive and unknown."

Han Sheng stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Master, we were deeply moved when you told us the story of Shakyamuni Buddha sacrificing himself to feed a tiger. We were entrusted by the mother of the kidnapped baby girl on her deathbed to find the child and bring her back to the Central Plains. You are an upright monk; please give us your guidance."

Chongdi. Master Hu glanced at Han Sheng, then pondered and said, "That Menglachaweng Bing's blood curse is exceptionally evil. No Thai sorcerer dares to provoke him. If you forcibly confront him, the old and the young will likely suffer a bloody disaster."

Upon hearing this, Old Master Wu flew into a rage, stomped his foot, and loudly proclaimed, "This admiral has fought countless battles, slain countless Taiping rebels, and possesses the courage of ten thousand men. I refuse to believe that a mere Siamese sorcerer is to be feared!"

Master Hu nodded slightly and slowly said to Lu Taiguan, "Does this zombie ancestor possess any unique magic capable of countering 'blood curses'?"

Nai Songcha translated the original words.

Lu Taiguan thought for a moment, then asked the old man, "Ancestor, what is your most powerful skill?"

"The art of judging women," Old Master Wu replied sheepishly.

Chapter 393

Chongdi. Master Hu paused for a moment, then asked, "What are the wonders of this 'Girl-Reading Technique'?"

Official Lu quickly waved his hand to stop him, but Old Master Wu had already rattled off the moves as if they were second nature: "The first move is 'Scratching Head and Feigning Pose,' the second is 'Leading Tongue Out of the Hole,' and most people would fall for the third move, 'Welcoming with a Smile,' plus 'Waiting to be Fed,' and..."

"Grandpa...don't talk nonsense," Official Lu interrupted, his face flushed.

"I'm not talking nonsense, these are all things I figured out myself," Old Master Wu argued, his face red.

Feng Sheng understood, secretly chuckling, then thought of Xiao Shuiliu Jiazi—alas, what a beauty.

Chong Di. Master Hu smiled subtly, assuming that Lu Taiguan was unwilling to reveal the truth to outsiders, and said, "The flying zombies of the Central Plains certainly possess skill, but they are still no match for the blood curse. What about the rest of you?"

The crowd exchanged glances, and Han Sheng stepped forward and said, "I once fought with Meng Lacha Weng Bing, and the blood fleas he unleashed had no effect on me."

The master looked at the young man in surprise and asked in astonishment, "You know about 'blood fleas'? May I ask which school or sect you belong to in the Central Plains, and what kind of Taoist arts you study?"

Han Sheng shook his head and said, "I haven't studied any school or sect. I am just a barefoot doctor."

"A barefoot doctor?" Chongdi asked. Master Hu, puzzled, looked on with a questioning expression.

Han Sheng smiled and explained, "Just a country doctor."

"Oh, so you're a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. How much do you know about Thai black magic?" the master asked kindly.

"Very little, please enlighten me, Master," Han Sheng answered honestly.

Chongdi. Tiger nodded and said, "Although there are many types of black magic, they can be broadly categorized into four types: spellcasting, medicine-based magic, ghost-summoning magic, and medicine-based magic. Spellcasting includes techniques like cowhide black magic, love black magic, breakup black magic, red thread black magic, candle-shadow magic, and soul-stealing magic; medicine-based magic includes mute black magic, leprosy cotton, and black magic oil; ghost-summoning magic includes techniques for capturing new souls, capturing old ghosts, black magic soul-summoning magic, and ghost-raising magic; medicine-based magic mainly uses corpse oil.

Black magic is a kind of magic that can harm or save people. If practiced properly, one can become a highly respected black magic master. A successful black magic master, having achieved enlightenment, has an incorruptible conscience, never harms others, and focuses solely on saving lives." Humans, skilled in healing, live in seclusion deep in the mountains, rarely seen. Some sorcerers, due to a single misjudgment of good or evil, become "Silk Bottles," practicing harmful sorcery day and night. They seek out the dead in the dead of night, following them during the day to find the burial site. It turns out that when a person dies, a foul odor emanates from the corpse, reaching the heavens. When the "Silk Bottle's" spirit wanders at night, upon smelling the dead, it descends, ascertains the family's address, and during the daytime burial, follows the cemetery, secretly digging up the grave. At night, it sneaks in to suck the brain and heart of the corpse. If the victim is a child, it steals their head and intestines to take home, using talismans to create a "human-headed, belly-attached child spirit," which it keeps at home for its own use. "

Isn't this somewhat similar to the 'Intermediate State Corpse-Sucking Technique' of the Central Plains?" Han Sheng blurted out.

Chong Di. Master Hu nodded in surprise at Han Sheng, then continued, “Mong La Cha Wong Bing’s unique ‘blood curse’ is far more powerful than the ‘Silk Bottle,’ and even surpasses those righteous sorcerers who keep their methods secret. In recent years, sorcerers from both the righteous and evil paths have disappeared in Southeast Asia, including Thailand, Myanmar, Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia, as well as Indonesia and the Philippines in Southeast Asia. It is said that they were all bitten by Mong La Cha Wong Bing’s blood fleas, becoming controlled by the ‘blood curse’ and at his beck and call.”

“Then why didn’t the Thai police arrest him?” Han Sheng asked

, puzzled. Master Hu smiled bitterly and said, “Mong La Cha Wong Bing once boasted that if the police intervened, he would scatter blood fleas into the royal palace, causing unrest throughout the country…”

“Such an evil person must be eliminated,” Han Sheng said bitterly.

"Yes, this old monk suspects that Menglachaweng Bing has taken a liking to your little girl, intending for her to inherit his mantle and be groomed into a young, unparalleled female demon," the master said worriedly.

Han Sheng, hearing this, grew even more anxious: "Master, the matter is urgent! Please, you must tell Menglachaweng Bing's whereabouts!"

Master Hu sighed deeply: "Enough! Demons are rampant, harming the common people. How can this old monk stand idly by? I will accompany you now; life and death are predestined."

Seeing that the master was willing to go with him to find Menglachaweng Bing, Lu Taiguan was immediately relieved and quickly thanked him.

"Young doctor, please come with me," Master Hu said, beckoning Han Sheng to the courtyard filled with exotic flowers and herbs.

"Do you recognize these herbs?" the master asked, with Nai Songchai translating beside him.

Han Sheng examined it carefully, pointing to a light green, narrow-leaved grass, recalling the description in the herbal book, and said, "This seems to be crane grass. Its flowers are curved and light green, with leaves like willow leaves but shorter. It blooms in summer, and southerners call it 'charming grass.' They pick it, dry it, and use it as a face mask. It is shaped like a flying crane, with wings, tail, beak, and feet—it has everything. This creeping plant produces two insects in the spring months. They only eat its leaves. Yue women collect these insects in their dressing cases and raise them like silkworms. They pick the grass to feed them. When the insects grow old and stop eating, they molt and become butterflies, also yellow. Women collect them and wear them, calling them charming butterflies."

Chong Di. Master Hu nodded, then pointed to a strange grass next to him with a head like a bullet and a tail like a bird's tail, whose two leaves could close up on their own. He looked at Han Sheng.

Han Sheng smiled and said, "Master, I know this. It's called 'windless swaying grass,' and in the Central Plains it's called 'Angelica pubescens.'"

"Please observe the inside of the closed leaves," the master said with a smile.

Han Sheng gently parted the two closed leaves and found a small golden beetle inside, its two long antennae twitching incessantly, quite clever.

"This is the 'Thousand-Mile Kowtowing Charming Insect,' which I specially bred to track blood fleas," Master Chongdi said with a smile.

"Tracking blood fleas? So, Master, you've already been preparing to exterminate Menglachaweng Bing?" Han Sheng asked in surprise.

"Yes, dealing with Menglachaweng Bing must be a decisive victory, otherwise, if he returns, many innocent people will be harmed," the master sighed. "

Can we use '666' powder or insecticides like 'Dichlorvos' or 'Dichlorvos' to deal with blood fleas?" Han Sheng asked.

After Master Hu confirmed that the insecticide was from China, he shook his head and said, "Monglachawong. Bing's blood fleas are not afraid of any chemicals."

"Then what should we do?" Han Sheng's fly-like eyes had seen those densely packed "red vampires" before, flying out like a blood mist, which was quite terrifying.

"This old monk has raised some small creatures that specifically restrain blood fleas, but the number is still not enough." The master took Han Sheng's hand and led him back into the wooden house.

Chongdi. Master Hu led Han Sheng into the inner room and saw layers of wooden shelves with many earthenware pots on them.

"Look." The master gently lifted the lid of an earthenware pot.

In the dim light, countless tiny white creatures, no bigger than grains of rice, were wriggling inside the jar… Han Sheng quietly opened his fly-like eyes, and the rhomboid white creatures suddenly became clear. They were about 1 millimeter in size, with three pairs of legs; the forelegs were slender, while the other two pairs had hook-shaped claws. Their thorax and abdomen were connected without a clear boundary, and their abdomens were short and wide, somewhat resembling crabs. They had a sharp mouthpart on their heads… “Pubic lice!” Han Sheng exclaimed softly.

“That’s right, these are pubic lice, but a specially bred variety,” Chong Di said. Master Hu nodded.

Han Sheng knew that pubic lice were small insects that specifically parasitized the pubic hair and body hair around the anus. They were slightly smaller than head lice and body lice, and fed on human blood. In the Central Plains, where sanitation was poor and women often didn’t bathe, they were frequently seen in the private parts of women’s bodies. They were photophobic and preferred shade, and not only caused intense itching, but could also transmit diseases such as relapsing fever and typhus.

“How do pubic lice deal with blood fleas? They move slowly, while blood fleas are extremely agile…” Han Sheng asked, puzzled.

The master smiled slightly and explained, “You are a physician, so you should have some understanding of the I Ching from the Central Plains, right? All things are divided into Yin and Yang; like repels like, and opposites attract. Although both are blood-sucking parasites, fleas are Yang, and lice are Yin. They don't repel each other. Moreover, these pubic lice are fed on human blood and 'child fetus corpse oil,' so there's no reason for the blood fleas not to take the bait.”

“I still don't understand,” Han Sheng said shyly.

“It's very simple. The blood fleas smell the special scent of pubic lice and will swarm to suck the lice, then die from poisoning,” Chong Di said. Master Hu explained, "I just don't know how many blood fleas and pubic lice Monglachawong Bing has. Since things have come to this, we have no choice but to fight him."

Han Sheng walked out of the inner room and discussed with Lu Taiguan, "Chongdi, Master Hu has decided to travel with us. He has some necessary things to take with him. Our jeep is too small; it seems we need to get another vehicle."

Lu Taiguan nodded, then took out two stacks of US dollars and ordered Naisongchai to quickly buy a vehicle. About an hour later, Naisongchai returned to the wooden house in a Japanese-made van.

After a light lunch, everyone carefully packed the earthenware jars containing pubic lice into boxes and loaded them into the van. Meanwhile, the Bengal tiger named "Friend" jumped onto the van and settled in the back seat. At Xiao Caihua's insistence, Han Sheng, along with Xiao Caihua, Su Zitong, and Dudu, got into the van. The ghost baby snuggled up to "Tiger Friend" with a grin; the two seemed to get along very well.

"Mong La Chaweng. The Bing royal family has a century-old palace in the Inthanon Mountains of Chiang Mai Province in northern Thailand. The location is very secluded; he must be hiding there with the baby girl," said Chong Di. Tiger Master revealed their destination just before getting into the van.

Lu Taiguan ordered Nai Songchai's American jeep to lead the way, with Feng Sheng driving the van closely behind. They would first head to the Udon Thani base in the Nakhon Ratchasima highlands to meet Major Martin's mercenary rescue team, and then launch a UH-1D helicopter raid on the palace in the Inthanon Mountains of Chiang Mai Province.

The two vehicles left Bangkok one after the other, speeding north towards the Nakhon Ratchasima Plateau, marking the official start of Operation Alice.

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