The Corpse Clothes of the Green Bag [Complete] - 4

Chapter Forty:

After carrying Wu Chushan out of the thatched hut, Han Sheng headed towards the cliffs of Wolong Valley. Finding the familiar cave entrance, he entered without hesitation, switched on his flashlight, and followed the passageway he remembered.

Passing through numerous caves, large and small, he finally saw those familiar red eyes ahead. The Yin Bats, seeing an intruder, swarmed forward, ready to pluck his feathers. Sensing the familiar ultrasonic echo, they recognized Han Sheng and excitedly chirped around him. The

Yin Bat leader leaped in front of Han Sheng, blinking its large, blood-red eyes.

Han Sheng touched its right wing; in the light, he saw it was mostly healed, which brought him some comfort. Han Sheng patted the leader, gesturing towards the side entrance. The leader understood and leaped to lead the way.

When the passageway became too narrow, Han Sheng had to put the mountain man down and crawl along, dragging him forward. They trudged on like this for almost half an hour before finally reaching the Heavenly Silkworm Cave.

The *Qing Nang Jing* (a classic text on internal medicine) records that the Heavenly Silkworm has miraculous effects on internal injuries. No matter how severe the injury, as long as there is still a breath left, placing the injured person inside the Heavenly Silkworm will ensure a full recovery within seven days.

Having experienced so much, Han Sheng now had complete faith in the *Qing Nang Jing*, which is why he was confident in offering to treat the injury in the thatched hut. The key was to save time; they had finally arrived at the Heavenly Silkworm Cave before the mountain man died.

Without delay, Han Sheng struggled to lift the mountain man and forced him through the crack in the Heavenly Silkworm, landing with a "thud" on Liu Bowen, who was covered in white fur. Shining his flashlight inside, he saw that the mountain man instinctively clung to Liu Bowen.

"Alright," Han Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling utterly exhausted. He lay down on the ground and drifted off to sleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he slowly awoke. Opening his eyes, he saw those familiar red eyes in the darkness, and a fragrant scent wafted around him.

He shone his flashlight and saw a large pile of fresh fruit beside him: pears, loquats, and some large, bright green jujubes. It turned out the red-eyed bats had brought him this. Han Sheng

was extremely grateful and imitated their chirping a few times. The bats were overjoyed and chirped incessantly.

With this fruit, he wouldn't go hungry, and he could stay in the Heavenly Silkworm Cave to watch over the mountain people. He turned off the flashlight, grabbed a piece of fruit in the dark, and started eating. Although it tasted a little astringent, it was enough to fill his stomach.

Shen Tianhu and his wife, carrying their child, followed Zhu Biao to the old locust tree. Zhu Biao pointed to three thatched huts by the pond and said that this was his home.

The baby suddenly became restless, its nose twitching slightly as if it had smelled something, its dark pupils shifting rapidly.

The group reached the vermilion gate, and the baby's eyes fell upon the portrait of the leader in military uniform. On the Tiananmen Gate, the leader, wearing a grass-green military uniform and a red armband, looked radiant.

It was an enlarged photograph, given to Zhu Biao at a commendation ceremony for being awarded the title of model militia platoon leader of the county. He felt it was a great honor and had pasted it under the eaves. Despite years of wind and sun, the leader's expression remained so benevolent.

Generally, when photographing, if the subject's aura is strong enough, it will be reflected in the photograph, though most people don't easily perceive it. Some people are very sensitive, such as babies, those skilled in qigong, and certain mediums possessed by evil spirits; these people can sense the powerful or malevolent energy in photographs. Ancient emperors, modern party leaders, military commanders, even high monks, Taoist priests, butchers, and executioners all possess a strong aura. This portrait of a leader in military uniform before them exudes an even stronger aura.

The infant Shen Caihua sensed the menacing energy emanating from the photograph, bursting into tears and burying his head in his mother's arms, trembling with fear.

Sitting down in the room for tea, Shen Tianhu and his wife saw the walls covered with certificates of merit and honor, and were filled with respect.

"Captain Zhu, you're truly remarkable! You're quite a celebrity in Nanshan Town now," Shen Tianhu exclaimed.

Zhu Biao replied modestly, "These honors are the result of the Party's cultivation and my diligent study of Chairman Mao's works."

Shen Tianhu looked at the surrounding walls with satisfaction and said, "Captain Zhu, I agree to your request to adopt Caihua as your godson. Having such an outstanding godfather is a blessing for Caihua." Shen's wife nodded in agreement.

"Caihua..." Zhu Biao paused, then murmured with delight.

Seeing Zhu Biao's fondness for Caihua, Shen Tianhu and his wife were greatly relieved.

"Caihua, come and meet your godfather," Shen Tianhu said, gesturing to his wife.

The baby, handed to Zhu Biao, immediately opened his little mouth, his tears turning to laughter, his tiny tongue licking his two rows of white teeth… Zhu Biao, holding the child, opened a cabinet door, took out a small package, and retrieved a pair of jade bracelets. These were meant to be given to Shen Caihua but hadn't had the chance due to news of her death.

In those days, he often went to the desolate graveyard late at night, mourning under the moonlight, letting out long sighs. Later, he planned to bury the jade bracelets in front of the grave, but after learning from Wu Daoming that he had a child, he decided to keep them.

"Come, my son, this is a gift from your father," Zhu Biao said, placing the jade bracelets into the baby's little hand, which the child clutched tightly.

“It’s your first time home, let’s have a meal together. I’ll go to Li Lao Er’s to get some meat.” Zhu Biao said, putting the child down, but Shen Caihua grabbed him and wouldn’t let go.

“No need to be polite, eat whatever you have, we’ll cook for ourselves.” Shen’s wife said, going to the kitchen to prepare the food, and Shen Tianhu got up to help.

“Alright, I’ll take my son for a walk in the yard.” Zhu Biao carried Shen Caihua to the yard and slowly walked to the west side of the house, where Shen Caihua’s grave was.

The baby Shen Caihua seemed to sense something, remaining extremely quiet.

“Child, your mother Shen Caihua lies down here,” Zhu Biao said, bowing his head to the flat new grave, “Caihua, I’ve brought our son. Look how strong he is! I’ll bring him to see you often, are you happy?” Tears blurred Zhu Biao’s vision.

He looked up at the baby and found that Shen Caihua had also shed two tears.

During the meal, after two cups of liquor, Shen Tianhu became more talkative.

“His godfather, you’re not an outsider, do you know? Caihua was born a girl…” Shen Tianhu put down his wine glass, his eyes already red.

“What! A girl?” Zhu Biao was taken aback.

“No penis.” Shen Tianhu added.

Zhu Biao was speechless, his jaw dropping.

Shen Tianhu smiled and continued, “At first, we all thought it was a girl, even Dr. Zhu said so. Unexpectedly, a small fleshy lump grew the next day, getting bigger every day. Later, we realized it was a penis.”

“Ah.” Zhu Biao finally came to his senses.

“Yes, this is really strange. I’ve never told anyone before. Captain Zhu, you’re Caihua’s godfather, that’s why I’m telling you. I wanted to ask Dr. Zhu privately, but he’s not home.” Shen Tianhu said.

“Let me see.” Zhu Biao couldn’t wait to pull down Shen Caihua’s pants.

Mrs. Shen pulled down Shen Caihua's trousers, and Zhu Biao leaned closer to examine it closely... It was an underdeveloped penis; the scrotum was just some folds on the skin. Wait, what's this? Caihua's smooth little buttocks had a red birthmark, resembling a plum blossom.

Zhu Biao felt as if he'd been struck by a heavy hammer; his mind went blank. That birthmark—Shen Caihua had one on her buttocks too!

"Captain Zhu, what's wrong?" Shen Tianhu stared blankly at the dazed Zhu Biao.

"It's a boy, that's right," Zhu Biao said painfully.

"Zhu Biao, I'm back." A slightly accented Mandarin voice came from outside the door.

Zhu Biao looked up and saw Wu Daoming from Lingnan walking in with a smile.

Zhu Biao quickly stood up and introduced him as the famous writer from Guangdong who had come to experience life there. Wu Daoming's gaze swept over the baby, finally landing on the infant Shen Caihua.

"Oh, he hasn't changed yet." His words startled everyone in the room.

All eyes turned to Wu Daoming.

Since the leader recovered from his illness and issued the order to capture Liu Jinmo, everyone had been busy. Huang Qianhui was busy calling the county public security bureau to deploy checkpoints and blockades at key transportation routes, and the town revolutionary committee, led by Meng Zhuqi, had also mobilized its core militia to cooperate with the operation at any time. Wu Daoming returned to Nanshan Village to continue his own business. He didn't want to see Liu Jinmo again; that guy's martial arts were truly unpredictable, and he might lose his life if things went wrong.

"What? You said it hasn't changed yet?" Shen Tianhu asked in astonishment.

Wu Daoming smiled faintly and said, "This child was born a girl, but at one month old it was a boy. What a miracle!" He noticed Zhu Biao giving him a meaningful look and understood, so he didn't say anything more.

Shen Tianhu was even more astonished and quickly asked respectfully, "Teacher Wu, can a child really change?"

Wu Daoming waved his hand and said, "Medically speaking, it can change, but I ca

n't say for sure." Shen Tianhu sat down dejectedly and drank his wine in silence.

No one noticed that the infant Shen Caihua was looking at Wu Daoming with extremely resentful eyes.

"Brother Shen, Dr. Zhu is back!" Lan'er's voice came from outside the courtyard.

Upon hearing this, Shen Tianhu quickly stood up, his wife picked up the child, and the couple hurriedly left after exchanging greetings.

Zhu Biao looked at Wu Daoming with a questioning gaze.

Wu Daoming sat down, smiled slightly, and asked, "Is this the child?"

Zhu Biao nodded.

Wu Daoming slowly said, "Shen Caihua was eight or nine months pregnant when she was murdered. At this point, the sex of the baby was already determined. When searching for a host who had been through a miscarriage, the pregnant host could be carrying either a boy or a girl. If it was a boy, there was no problem. If it was a girl, then a process of fetal transformation was necessary."

"How could it be transformed?" Zhu Biao asked eagerly.

"Your child is a ghost fetus. All ghost fetuses are full of resentment. When it invades the host's womb, it will devour the original fetus, changing the fetus's internal nervous system, genetic material, and sex. The growth of a penis is just a change in physical appearance," Wu Daoming explained.

"It killed the original fetus?" Zhu Biao said tremblingly.

"It was murder," Wu Daoming corrected. Dr. Zhu was taken to the old house in the county town by jeep. Someone greeted him politely, a stark contrast to the treatment he received when he was abducted last time. However, no one offered an explanation, and he didn't see Director Huang Qianhui.

Around noon, someone asked him to get back into the jeep, and he was taken back to Nanshan Village in a daze. He got out and went home

. Lan'er told him that Hansheng had come back that morning and then gone to the county town.

"Where has he been these past few days?" Dr. Zhu asked, his heart filled with unease.

Lan'er shook her head and said, "He didn't say. He just told me and my mother that he found my father and he's going to bring him back."

"Your father?" Dr. Zhu was surprised.

"Yes, he said his name is 'Wu Chushanren'," Lan'er said.

Wu Chushanren? Dr. Zhu remembered the person Hansheng had mentioned who had saved him in the Dazhang Mountains. He seemed very mysterious. He should have a good talk with him when he met him.

Dr. Zhu went back to his room to rest, and Lan'er went to call Shen Tianhu and his wife.

Shen Tianhu and his wife carried the baby into the courtyard. Benben peeked out but quickly retreated, barely daring to breathe.

Dr. Zhu was delighted to see the baby was chubby and fair-skinned.

"Dr. Zhu, everyone saw it was a girl when you delivered him last time, but now it's a boy. Don't you think that's strange?"

"No way, it was clearly a girl," Dr. Zhu said.

Shen's wife pulled down Shen Caihua's pants and pointed it out to Dr. Zhu. Sure enough, a small penis had grown there, and the original female characteristics were gone. "

Hmm, I already used medicine to exorcise that ghost fetus, didn't I? Could it be that it wasn't eliminated?" Dr. Zhu wondered. The place where the white tiger carried the corpse, the new grave in yellow earth—could it be that Shen Caihua's resentment was too strong, and the medicine wasn't effective enough? If so, the birth of a ghost fetus was quite dangerous.

"Is there anything different about this child than ordinary people?" Dr. Zhu asked, looking at the infant.

Shen Tianhu said, "There's nothing different, he just likes to bite his mother's nipples and suck her blood."

"What? He already has teeth?" Doctor Zhu exclaimed in surprise.

Just then, Shen Caihua grinned, revealing two rows of sharp, white teeth, and smiled at Doctor Zhu... Oh no, Doctor Zhu felt a chill in his heart.

Chapter 41

The clouds in the night sky dispersed, and in Wolong Valley, the moonlight was like water, and the shadows of the trees swayed.

Liu Jinmo silently walked to the front of the thatched hut, reached out, and released Jiang Lao Er from his slumber.

"Get up, Jiang Lao Er, you are a descendant of our Qingtian people, I won't make things difficult for you. You've probably never been to southeastern Zhejiang, have you? Living a life of seclusion in Wolong Valley in northern Jiangxi, it must have been hard for you." Liu Jinmo said softly.

Jiang Lao Er stretched his limbs, got up, and stood silently in front of Liu Jinmo. He knew that this man's martial arts skills were unbelievably high; when he was knocked down, he hadn't even seen how the man had made his move—it was like a ghost.

"Do you know where Han Sheng went with Wu Chushan? They should still be somewhere in the valley," Liu Jinmo asked. Jiang

Lao Er remained silent.

"Fine, I'll ask you again. As the guardian of the tomb, you should know where the real Taiji Halo is, right? According to the Qingtian Agreement, I brought the token, so you should tell me without reservation. Do you intend to break the agreement?" Liu Jinmo continued.

"Only Wu Chushan knows the location of the Taiji Halo. This has been the rule of Wolong Valley for 600 years," Jiang Lao Er said.

Liu Jinmo chuckled coldly, saying, "How could that be? What if something happens to that person? Wouldn't the secret be lost? How would we explain that to the people in Qingtian who were fulfilling their obligations?"

Jiang Lao Er remained silent. He knew Liu Jinmo was exceptionally intelligent, and he knew he would make a mistake if he said too much.

"Tell me, where is the cave where they are healing?" Liu Jinmo was indeed quick-witted. He guessed that Wu Chushanren was seriously injured and would definitely not be sleeping in the open. There was only one thatched hut in this valley, but this was a typical karst limestone area with caves everywhere. They must be hiding in some cave.

Jiang Lao Er thought the same thing. The mountain man was seriously injured and unconscious. Since Han Sheng was carrying the mountain man, he couldn't have gone far. He must have gone into some cave, but Han Sheng wasn't familiar with the caves here. Alas, he was now powerless to help.

He needed to find a way to distract Liu Jinmo. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Alright, if you trust me, come with me. If you don't, we can just wait for them here." He then put on an indifferent look and looked at Liu Jinmo.

“Alright, why wouldn’t I believe you? I’ll go with you.” Liu Jinmo was skilled and daring, thinking that Jiang Lao Er couldn’t pull any tricks.

Jiang Lao Er turned back into the house, took out a spare flashlight from the drawer, and then went out into the depths of the valley. Liu Jinmo followed closely behind. Under the moonlight, the valley was shrouded in damp mist after the rain, and the occasional croaking of forest frogs from the stream made the deep forest seem even more secluded and tranquil.

Between two streams, behind the misty curtain, there was a large cave. Strings of water droplets dripped from the cave entrance, and the stone above the entrance had been leveled by a highly skilled martial artist and three large characters in cursive script were engraved with some kind of weapon: Wolong Cave.

“This is it. Wolong Cave is a maze of caves, one after another. Follow me, or you might never get out again,” Jiang Lao Er said firmly.

"Please lead the way," Liu Jinmo said frankly, a slight smile playing on his lips. This Jiang Lao Er was playing dirty tricks; his tone had betrayed his true intentions. He'd rather I get lost underground than kindly offer guidance.

The cave was dark and damp, the walls covered in moss and stone fungus, emanating a musty smell. Indeed, it was a labyrinth of interconnected passages, the tunnels crisscrossing and twisting. Jiang Lao Er walked straight ahead without looking back.

"Hmph, trying to play me?" Liu Jinmo snorted lightly, subtly channeling his inner strength. At each bend in the path, he pressed his palm against the stone wall. The limestone itself wasn't particularly hard, yet Liu Jinmo had silently and effortlessly left his palm imprints!

It was clear that Liu Jinmo's martial arts had reached a pinnacle. Years later, if someone visited this cave and saw these handprints, countless astonishing thoughts would arise from their imagination.

It was in a similar cave that the bald-headed old monk had told him that their martial arts were extremely yin, and that as one progressed, they would become more yin and develop an intense maternal instinct, experiencing monthly hematochezia (blood in stool and urine), accompanied by excruciating pain. Initially, the blood would be only a few drops, gradually increasing from a small cup to a large bowl, eventually reaching half a basin, ultimately leading to death from blood loss. The only solution was self-castration.

Since last month, his bleeding had approached a large bowl, and during these episodes, he writhed in agony, his consciousness clouded, the pain far surpassing that of drug withdrawal. Yet, he simply couldn't bring himself to castrate himself.

"We've arrived. This is the Dragon Pool in the Crouching Dragon Cave," Jiang Lao Er's voice interrupted Liu Jinmo's thoughts.

Liu Jinmo glanced around privately and said coldly, "You led me here, yet Hansheng and Wu Chushanren are nowhere to be seen. We're both from Qingtian, why lie?"

Jiang Lao Er calmly replied, "Wu Chushanren was injured by you. Although I, Jiang Lao Er, am a rough man, Wu Chushanren and I have been guardians of the spirit world for decades. He respects me greatly and treats me like a brother. Liu Jinmo, you harmed my brother, how could I help you?"

"So what?" Liu Jinmo crossed his arms, looking at him disdainfully.

"As fellow Qingtian people, I'm willing to die in this cave with you," Jiang Lao Er said.

"Heh heh, do you think I can't get out?" Liu Jinmo sneered.

Jiang Lao Er sat cross-legged by the Dragon Pool, without uttering a sound.

Liu Jinmo snatched the flashlight and shone it into the pool. The widest part of the pool was about ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), irregularly shaped, and the water was a deep, emerald green, with bubbles occasionally rising to the surface.

“This place is so quiet, I don’t want to go out so early.” Liu Jinmo simply sat down as well.

“What’s my hometown, Qingtian, like?” Jiang Lao Er suddenly asked.

Liu Jinmo paused for a moment, then said, “Well, let me put it this way, Qingtian is located in southeastern Zhejiang, downstream of the Oujiang River, near Wenzhou, and under the jurisdiction of Lishui Prefecture. It’s named after Qingtian Mountain to the north of the city. It’s a beautiful place with clear waters and lush mountains, a land of plenty, and it’s also famous for its Qingtian stone, which is very valuable. Also, everyone knows Liu Bowen was from Qingtian.”

“Alas, it’s a pity I’ve never been there.” Jiang Lao Er sighed

to himself. Liu Jinmo thought about it and realized that it had probably been more than ten years since he had been back to Qingtian.

After his master, the bald-headed monk Mei Yiying, passed away, Liu Jinmo packed his bags and returned to Qingtian. Before leaving, following his master’s last wishes, he burned everything in the cave to the ground, completely erasing all traces of their past life.

He was only ten years old when he went up the mountain, and now, coming down, he was a young man in his early twenties. No one would know that this unassuming young man possessed unparalleled martial arts skills.

Relying on his memories, he inquired his way to Nantian Village in Qingtian.

It was early spring of 1935, and the situation in Central China was unstable. The Japanese army was planning the "North China Incident," and war was imminent. Along the way, he encountered many students fleeing from the north and refugees fleeing hardship, their conditions extremely tragic.

His hometown of Qingtian in southeastern Zhejiang was currently experiencing a calamity, and his return was perfectly timed. He vaguely remembered a group of people gathered under the old locust tree in front of his house, with several wounded people hanging from its branches, and several burly men at the head of the crowd fiercely whipping the hanging men.

Liu Jinmo squeezed through the crowd and recognized his family hanging from the tree: his father, mother, and only brother. Their clothes were tattered, blood had congealed into scabs, and they were all on the verge of death.

Several thugs wielding whips, a vicious wolfhound, and a middle-aged man in a suit sitting on a chair nearby, smoking a cigarette, with several strapping men standing behind him. The villagers watching were all indifferent, merely watching the spectacle, and no one stopped the torture.

"Stop!" Liu Jinmo stepped in front of his family.

People were stunned, staring at this ungrateful stranger. Even his own parents didn't recognize this young man as their son who had disappeared ten years ago. "Young man, this is none of your business. You should leave quickly," his father, who looked much older and whose mouth was dripping blood, kindly pleaded.

Liu Jinmo's heart warmed, and he almost cried out "Father!" Tears welled up in his eyes and nearly spilled over.

"Where did this brat come from? Tear him apart!" the middle-aged man in a suit ordered from the chair.

A burly-looking thug whistled, and the vicious dog lunged forward, its jaws wide open, ready to bite. A gasp rippled through the crowd.

In a flash, Liu Jinmo aimed a light tap at the dog's head, and the dog fell silently to the ground, its limbs twitching, already dead.

The thugs were enraged and swarmed forward, whips, iron rods, and long knives raining down.

Liu Jinmo had trained arduously in the mountains for ten years, but had never truly fought anyone before. He didn't know his own strength when he struck; his figure was like a ghost, his fists and fingers moving like the wind. Several thugs fell to the ground, their bones broken, two clearly beyond saving.

The middle-aged man was startled. With a wave of his hand, two men in tight-fitting clothes leaped into the air, pouncing like tigers, their movements graceful and agile, drawing cheers from the crowd. With

two thuds, the two men landed motionless on the ground. The crowd had only seen a blur, not quite grasping how the young man had made his move, yet the cheers hadn't subsided.

Liu Jinmo had struck their vital points with great force, effortlessly, and now he deeply felt the power of the martial arts taught by the bald-headed monk.

Just then, someone called out softly. Liu Jinmo glanced over and saw the middle-aged man pull a pistol from his suit.

Having heard his master describe the power of such a hidden weapon, Liu Jinmo dared not be careless. He channeled his inner energy, and a middle fingernail shot out like lightning, deflecting the hidden weapon with a "snap"... "Run!" the middle-aged man shouted, and he fled in a flash.

Liu Jinmo untied the ropes and lowered his family member down.

"Brave warrior, thank you for saving us, but you've caused a huge disaster. Don't worry about us now, run away quickly!" his father urged anxiously.

“I can’t leave,” Liu Jinmo replied.

“Why?” his father asked, puzzled.

“Don’t you recognize me? I’m Mo’er, your son who went missing ten years ago.” Liu Jinmo could no longer hold back his tears. His father and mother finally recognized Han’er, and the whole family wept bitterly, his brother wiping away tears beside them.

They returned to the home they vaguely remembered—the thatched cottage, the courtyard, the stove, the iron pot—all unchanged.

“Father, who were those people? Why were they torturing you?” Liu Jinmo asked.

“Child, our Liu family has a secret that has been kept for nearly 600 years. Now it must be passed on to you. Take this secret and fly far away. The rest of the family doesn’t know martial arts; they won’t be able to escape,” his father said.

“Don’t be afraid, Father. With me here, I don’t need to be afraid of them anymore,” Liu Jinmo said confidently.

The father sighed and said, "After I tell you this secret, you'll know you have no choice but to leave. At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, a man named Liu Bowen came from Qingtian. He was our ancestor, and later rose to the position of military advisor in the founding of the Ming Dynasty. In the eighth year of the Hongwu reign, our ancestor suddenly warned his family that he would soon die and that his coffin should remain for seven days before burial. He indeed passed away the next day, and his family was deeply grieved, wearing mourning clothes. On the third day, the Hongwu Emperor sent an imperial envoy with poisoned wine to our home in Qingtian. Seeing that our ancestor had been dead for three days, the envoy opened the coffin to examine the body, confirmed his death, and returned to the capital to carry out his mission. On the fifth day, a knocking sound came from the coffin. The family hurriedly opened it and found that our ancestor had awakened.

Our ancestor said that southeast of Huangshan in Anhui, there is a large Zhangshan Mountain with a valley called 'Wolong Valley'. In that valley, Qingtian disciples guard a place called 'Taiji Yinyun'." "This is an auspicious burial site, a place of great fortune, where one can quickly prosper and establish a dynasty within ten years. Our ancestor, seeing that Emperor Hongwu (Zhu Yuanzhang) valued the suffering of the people and punished corrupt officials, decided against using this site. He instructed his descendants that in any future dynasty, if the reigning emperor is a tyrant who oppresses the people and wreaks havoc, they should carry a token to Wolong Valley and bury someone in the Taiji Yin Aura. Ten years later, the Central Plains will change hands.

The secret code is a verse: 'Taiji covers Taiji, Qingtian has no end in sight. When the silkworm reappears, the corpse will accompany you. '

The token is a copy of the *Corpse Clothes Sutra*, handwritten by our ancestor. '

Child, do you remember?'"

Liu Jinmo nodded and said, "Father, I remember."

His father regretfully added, "It's a pity that the *Corpse Clothes Sutra* has been lost. Your grandfather said it was probably lost during the reign of Emperor Yongzheng of the Qing Dynasty."

"Father, were those people torturing you today trying to learn this secret?" Liu Jinmo asked.

“Yes, child, your father wants you to take this secret that the Liu family has kept for 600 years and leave Qingtian immediately. Go as far away as possible, and never come back.” His father urged him tearfully.

Liu Jinmo understood; he had no choice but to leave. Whether the Liu family could continue to keep this secret depended entirely on him.

“Father, let’s go together.” He made a final effort.

“Child, even if you go to the ends of the earth, you’ll still be hunted down. Leave quickly before they know I have a son who knows martial arts.” His father gripped his son’s arm tightly, his nails digging into his flesh.

“This is it! Surround it!” Shouts came from outside the courtyard, along with the clanging of gun bolts. “Oh no, it’s poisoned!” Liu Jinmo instinctively shouted, then shone his flashlight. He saw countless bubbles rising from the emerald green Dragon Pool, the surface bubbling like a boiling pot, a faint bitter smell permeating the air.

Jiang Lao Er had already collapsed to the ground. Liu Jinmo held his breath, darted to his side, grabbed him, and leaped backward, running through more than ten interconnected caves before stopping. The smell of bitter apricot kernels was no longer in the air. That was

close! This Jiang Lao Er had tricked him into dying together; how despicable!

"Hey, wake up, Jiang Lao Er, wake up!" Liu Jinmo slapped his cheek.

Jiang Lao Er was already unconscious, only able to mumble intermittently, "...Dragon Pool, intermittent...cyanide...to...die together."

A cloud of white foam with the smell of bitter apricot kernels appeared in Jiang Lao Er's mouth; he was dead.

Liu Jinmo, a veteran of the martial world, had killed countless people in his life, but this time, Jiang Lao Er, the old man who had spent his entire life guarding the tombs in Qingtian in Wolong Valley, would rather die with him than reveal the whereabouts of Taiji Yin Yun and Han Sheng, had left him bewildered for the first time.

Sigh, why did you do this? For Liu Bowen's promise in Qingtian, our Liu family and the Qingtian youths guarding the tomb have sacrificed too much.

Liu Jinmo wandered aimlessly, passing through cave after cave… He had fought valiantly that day, killing over a dozen armed village guards, but his parents, mother, and brother had all died from gunshot wounds, all to maintain this secret. Later, he fled to Fujian and Guangdong. Many years passed, and he lived a quiet, unassuming life in the city, until that day seven or eight years ago… A young man in a grass-green military uniform with a Red Guard armband was being chased by a group of men wielding large machetes. The young man was already severely wounded, covered in blood, and fell to his knees, prostrating himself at Liu Jinmo's feet, raising his deep eyes to look at him.

Liu Jinmo was instantly stunned. What kind of eyes were those? Those eyes seemed to pierce through most of his life, a gentle gaze that seemed to hypnotize him. Liu Jinmo didn't know why, but he acted, and in an instant, all the dozen or so men with machetes were killed.

"Come with me," the young man said calmly.

From then on, he never left the young man's side; the young man was the leader's son.

Where is this place? Liu Jinmo awoke from his past memories and realized that he was lost.

Chapter 42

Han Sheng lay in the darkness, unaware of the time, feeling unbearably lonely. He scrambled to his feet, turned on his flashlight, and pulled out the "Corpse Clothes Classic" from his pocket to read.

This Liu Bowen truly deserves to be called a master of the I Ching. Not only did he explain the human body so thoroughly from the perspective of Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, and the classification of all things, but his subtle details were also incredibly profound. For example, in the "Male Chapter," when discussing the Yin-Yang Cone, he explained it this way: facial hair symbolizes manhood and is Yang; pubic hair, which is not exposed to light, is Yin. Both of these have the power to ward off evil, especially those of a virgin. The Yin-Yang Cone of a virgin of thirty years can break the power of a 60-year-old evil cultivator, the cone of a 40-year-old virgin can break 200-year-old evil cultivation, the cone of a 50-year-old virgin can break 500-year-old evil cultivation, and the cone of a 60-year-old virgin can break 1000-year-old evil cultivation.

Ah, this obscene object has such effects! It's truly eye-opening.

Just as he was enjoying the most wonderful part, a soft "pop" sounded, and the flashlight bulb exploded, plunging everything back into darkness.

Oh dear, this is bad. How will he pass the time these long, lonely days?

"Squeak, squeak," Han Sheng turned his head and saw the leader of the Shadow Bats beckoning him from the darkness. Its red eyes blinked, gesturing for him to follow. Since he had nothing else to do, he might as well go and see.

Han Sheng followed the leader through several caves and a long passageway. Ahead, a green glow appeared. Approaching, he discovered the glow came from a cave at the end of the passageway. Han Sheng followed into the cave, where a bright green light shone through. Upon closer inspection, he found that the stone walls were scattered with stones that emitted a green glow. Han Sheng touched them; they felt cool. He could tell they were naturally formed, likely during ancient tectonic movements.

Han Sheng knew that this fluorite, after being polished, would become a luminous pearl, a very valuable item, and one of this size was extremely rare. However, it wasn't of much use to him, though it would be good for reading.

The sound of flowing water came from beneath the stone wall, from an underground river with a rapid current. Han Sheng knelt by the water's edge, scooped up two handfuls of water, and tasted it. It was sweet and refreshing. Splashing it on his face made him feel much more refreshed.

He sat on the ground, lit the lamplight, and opened the *Corpse Clothes Sutra*. The handwriting was clearly legible, and Han Sheng was overjoyed, eagerly beginning to read.

The leader of the Shadow Bats discreetly withdrew, and a little while later sent some smaller Shadow Bats with plenty of fruit.

Han Sheng devoured the *Corpse Clothes Sutra*, eating fruit when hungry, drinking from mountain springs when thirsty, sleeping when tired, and continuing to read after waking. He didn't know how many days passed in this way, but finally he had thoroughly understood the entire *Corpse Clothes Sutra* and firmly memorized it.

Han Sheng stood up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him, and he collapsed forward onto the stone ground. The *Corpse Clothes Sutra* slipped from his grasp and fell into the rushing underground river… After days and nights of continuous reading, and only subsisting on unripe fruit, Han Sheng's strength was clearly failing; hence, the moment he stood up, he felt a wave of dizziness.

"The scriptures..." He reached out and tried to grab them, but couldn't reach them. The scriptures were swept away by the rushing water. Thus, the only ancient Chinese book of exorcism, the *Corpse Clothes Scripture*, was lost forever. No one else in the world ever saw this extraordinary book again.

Han Sheng snapped out of his daze, drenched in a cold sweat. The ink on the book would be destroyed by water. What a pity! Liu Bowen's handwriting, preserved for 600 years, was destroyed in his hands. He was filled with deep regret.

What day was it? He thought of the Heavenly Silkworm; he wondered how the hermit inside was doing.

Han Sheng looked down and found a small stalactite on the ground. He weighed it in his hand, then walked to the stone wall and tapped and knocked down a piece of green fluorite. After a couple of tries, he pried off a small piece of the glowing green fluorite, about the size of a goose egg.

Holding the fluorite, Han Sheng walked out of the cave. The green glow allowed him to barely see his surroundings; it could at least serve as a flashlight.

The leader of the Yin Bats had been accompanying Han Sheng for the past few days, leading the way. After about an hour, they returned to the Heavenly Silkworm Cave.

Loud snoring came from inside the Heavenly Silkworm, and Han Sheng knew that the mountain man's internal injuries had healed. He held the fluorite, its green light shining into the Heavenly Silkworm. Uncle Mountain Man, his face flushed, was sleeping soundly, cradling the white-furred body of Liu Bowen… Han Sheng smiled. He had finally healed Uncle Mountain Man, Lan'er's biological father. Their family would be reunited. The *Qing Nang Jing* had once again proven its miraculous effect.

"Uncle Mountain Man," Han Sheng called softly.

Wu Chushanren slowly opened his eyes, his dazed gaze searching for the source of the green light, as if he couldn't see clearly.

"Uncle Mountain Man, you're finally awake! Let me help you out," Han Sheng said happily, reaching out his hand.

With a "snap," Wu Chushanren's hand gripped Han Sheng's wrist tightly, like a steel clamp, causing Han Sheng to scream in pain.

"Who are you? Did the Emperor send you to poison me?" Wu Chushan asked warily.

"Uncle Shanren, it's me, Hansheng! Are you still half asleep?" Hansheng shouted.

"Hansheng? Are you from the Censorate or the Left Prime Minister's residence?" Wu Chushan demanded.

"I... I'm from Nanshan Village," Hansheng replied, confused by the sudden question.

"Nanshan Village? You mean Nantian, right? Nantian Village in Qingtian County. Which branch of the Liu family are you from?" Wu Chushan breathed a sigh of relief and released his grip.

"Uncle Shanren, you... you are..." Hansheng stammered, almost crying.

"I am Liu Ji..." Shanren replied. Hansheng took a few steps back, thinking, "Oh no! Could this Heavenly Silkworm not only heal but also preserve a person's biomagnetic field?" Liu Ji, Liu Bowen, had been dead for 600 years, yet his biomagnetic field remained intact, and it had invaded Uncle Shanren's body while he was unconscious, transforming him into a different person.

The *Qing Nang Jing* only mentions that the Heavenly Silkworm can heal wounds, but it doesn't mention what would happen if someone was already inside. Now that this has happened, how can his family reunite?

Han Sheng panicked. He repeatedly recalled the *Qing Nang Jing*, but it never mentioned a remedy for this situation.

"Tai Chi covers Tai Chi, Qing Tian has no end in sight. When the Heavenly Silkworm reappears, the corpse will accompany you." Wu Chushan recited the verse, leaping out of the Heavenly Silkworm. Judging from his posture, it was indeed Wu Chushan's old martial arts stance. It seemed that, except for his head, Uncle Wu Chushan was still Wu Chushan.

"It's been a long time since I've been back to my old home in Qing Tian. I should go back and visit," Wu Chushan muttered to himself. Han Sheng had

a sudden inspiration. He could ask Liu Bowen about things he didn't understand. This was a golden opportunity.

"Uncle Liu... may I ask the strategist, since you faked your death and left Qing Tian to come here, have you been hiding in Wolong Valley?" Han Sheng asked.

"I know the Emperor is determined to kill me, so I cannot show myself again, lest I harm the Liu family of Qingtian," Wu Chushanren chuckled.

"One day, Zhu Yuanzhang's mother's personal maid entered Wolong Valley and spoke with you. What did you say? She never came to the valley again after that," Han Sheng asked.

"We talked about how Emperor Hongwu, though he had many faults, did value agriculture and industry, cared for the people, punished corrupt officials severely, and might not have done better if the emperor had changed. So, let it be. The Taiji Yinyun will be left for future generations. That's about it," he explained.

"May I ask, did you write the *Corpse Clothes Sutra*? Since it's a token, why is it still inside the Heavenly Silkworm?" Han Sheng asked suspiciously.

"The *Corpse Clothes Sutra* is the culmination of my life's work. How could I leave it in the world? If it falls into the hands of evil people, it will surely harm the common people. Therefore, since it's just a token, I left them a fake copy," the man said with a smile.

"I'd like to ask another question, what exactly is a Heavenly Silkworm? How did you manage to hide inside it, and yet the silkworm's shell remains intact?" Han Sheng asked

, puzzled. The mountain man laughed heartily and said, "This is the work of 'White Tuoxu.' This creature is born from the human body. In this cave, there is no day or night, no heat or cold. After a hundred years, it forms a cocoon, its outer skin hardening like stone. It grows when exposed to wind, and it's a holy antidote."

"I think..." Han Sheng continued to ask.

"You've asked so many questions, what exactly are you trying to achieve?" The mountain man's expression changed, his face appearing somewhat ferocious under the green fluorescent light.

"I'll only ask one last question: how can one quickly regain their past memories after being possessed by a ghost?" Han Sheng argued, shouting out his final question.

"Well, it's very simple. Find the hair of the person who was closest to you in the past, burn it to ashes, and drink it. Three times will do." The mountain man replied.

"Do you know He Xiang?" Han Sheng suddenly interjected.

"He Xiang? That name seems familiar..." The mountain man fell into deep thought. "Huh, where are my hair and beard?" the mountain man exclaimed in surprise, actually Liu Bowen talking to himself.

He couldn't remember being killed by those red-eyed shadow bats, Han Sheng thought.

"I'm going for a walk," the mountain man said, then walked straight ahead as if he knew the place well. Han Sheng, carrying the fluorite, followed by its green glow. Since Liu Bowen was hiding here, he must know the way very well.

In less than half an hour, the two of them had already emerged from the cave. A light drizzle was falling from the gray sky; it was early morning.

The mountain man seemed a little dazed, muttering to himself, "Why are there so few trees? Who built thatched hut? Where's the original wooden house?"

He didn't know that it was already 600 years later.

Entering the thatched hut, a person lay on the ground, his lower body soaked in blood, the ground stained with blood. Han Sheng recognized the person as Liu Jinmo.

Han Sheng was very puzzled. He had held back and hadn't hurt him. And what about Jiang Lao Er? He hadn't seen him outside either.

"Hey, Liu Jinmo, what's wrong with you?" Han Sheng shoved him.

Liu Jinmo struggled to open his eyes: "Oh, it's Hansheng, and Wu Chushanren too. I was poisoned in Wolong Cave, and I just happened to have my monthly hemorrhage. It's so painful."

"Where's Jiang Lao Er?" Hansheng asked.

"He's dead. He died of poisoning in Wolong Cave," Liu Jinmo said.

"Ah, you didn't do it, did you?" Hansheng was surprised.

"No, he took me to Wolong Cave to find you, wanting to inhale the poison gas and die together with me. His power wasn't enough, and he died. I wasn't deeply poisoned. After I rushed out, I got lost and wandered around for two days before I finally got out. Then it was my period of heavy bleeding, so I'm lying here." Liu Jinmo seemed very weak, and his face was pale from blood loss.

"Let me help you to bed." Hansheng helped Liu Jinmo up and laid him on the bed.

"Who are these people, and what are they doing in my Wolong Valley?" the hermit asked suspiciously.

Liu Jinmo forced a smile and said, "Brother Shanren, you don't even recognize me anymore."

"Shanren? Who is Shanren?" Wu Chushanren frowned.

"If you're not Shanren, then who are you?" Liu Jinmo said somewhat ingratiatingly.

"I am Liu Ji," Shanren said loudly. Liu Jinmo thought Wu Chushanren was angry with him, so he smiled and remained silent.

"You said there's monthly hemorrhage, what's going on?" Han Sheng asked with interest. Doctors always pay close attention to difficult and complicated diseases.

Liu Jinmo paused and said, "It's a long story. My sect's martial arts are extremely yin and soft. To reach the pinnacle, one must castrate oneself. If one doesn't castrate oneself, there will be massive bleeding every month, with bleeding from the anus and urinary tract simultaneously, the amount of blood increasing each time, eventually leading to death from blood depletion. Experts in the capital have examined me, but they can't even figure out the pathology, let alone treat it."

Han Sheng remained silent, lost in thought.

Liu Jinmo knew Han Sheng's medical skills were exceptional; his ability to cure the chief's ALS was a testament to this. If Han Sheng were willing to treat him, there might still be hope. However, given his actions, he doubted Han Sheng would treat him.

"It can be cured," Han Sheng said, his brow unfurrowing.

"Really!" Liu Jinmo's heart warmed.

The hermit tugged at Han Sheng's sleeve and whispered, "This man, though thin, is short-tempered and destined for loneliness; if not loneliness, he will die young. His forehead is heavily etched with menace, and his eyes are glazed with white, his gaze too intense. His ears are rounded and upturned, indicating bad luck and loss of family. You must never associate with him."

Han Sheng couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Strategist, this man is a descendant of your Qingtian Liu family. How can you so disparage your own offspring?"

Liu Jinmo, hearing their conversation, became increasingly confused. He asked Han Sheng, puzzled, "What's wrong, hermit? What strategist?"

"Are you from the Qingtian Liu family in Zhejiang?" the hermit asked in surprise.

Liu Jinmo truthfully replied, "I am a descendant of Liu Bowen from Nantian Village, Qingtian County, Zhejiang."

"Nonsense! I am Liu Bowen! How could I not recognize you?" the hermit scoffed.

Liu Jinmo looked at Han Sheng with pleading eyes.

Han Sheng shook his head; it seemed he couldn't explain himself clearly.

"I'm so sorry, Han Sheng. I injured Wu Chushanren and Wu Daoming of Lingnan. You and the hermit surely resent me, but I still beg you to have mercy and help me. Liu Jinmo will be eternally grateful. If it is of any use, I will do anything, even risk my life," Liu Jinmo said as if making a vow.

Han Sheng, having been raised with his father's medical ethics, was kind-hearted and wouldn't stand idly by while someone was dying. But this man before him was a bad person; he had not only severely injured Wu Chushanren but had even coldly tried to bury the helpless old man alive. Should he treat him or not? My father always said that doctors only see patients. Besides, Cao Cao was a bad person, yet Hua Tuo still treated him. It's rare to encounter such a good case.

The *Qing Nang Jing* has a prescription for treating qi deviation during martial arts practice; let's give it a try.

Chapter 43:

Liu Jinmo practices purely yin-based martial arts. The longer he practices, the deeper his skill becomes, and the heavier the yin energy in his body becomes, severely damaging his Yang Wei and Yang Qiao meridians until his yang energy reaches its limit and he dies.

The *Qing Nang Jing* says, "If there is excess, remove it to avoid harm. Alternatively, use human placenta as a guide and a Buddhist robe (suitable for male infants) to protect his yang root. Apply this on the night of the full moon; it's just a temporary measure." Han Sheng knows that a man's yang energy originates from the testicles and is stored in the Qi Hai (CV6). Liu Jinmo's Yang Wei and Yang Qiao meridians are now damaged, and his testicles are excessive; they should be removed. However, a doctor should use medicine whenever possible.

Liu Jinmo's monthly hemorrhage was a result of the body's self-regulation, expelling the cold and dampness from his blood. However, the amount of blood lost increased month by month, eventually leading to his death from blood depletion.

"Little Divine Doctor Han Sheng, please use whatever method you have, I beg you," Liu Jinmo pleaded, seeing Han Sheng's hesitation and knowing he was facing a dilemma.

Han Sheng thought that the method for preparing the medicinal ingredient "Ren Zhong Huang" involved stuffing licorice powder into a bamboo tube, sealing both ends with bamboo and wood, placing it in a human excrement vat during winter, removing it at the beginning of spring, hanging it in a well-ventilated, shady place to dry, splitting the bamboo to extract the licorice powder, and then drying it in the sun. Because very few doctors used it, it needed to be prepared in-house, and even if it were prepared now, it wouldn't be usable until next spring. "Buddha's robe" is actually the placenta, also called "Zi He Che," which is basically the placenta of an infant. They had one at home; the father would keep it after each birth, dry it, and use it in medicine. The most recent placenta belonged to the family where Shen Caihua had her ghost child. The father had also kept it and brought it home; it was Han Sheng who helped dry it.

Thinking again, what other methods were there?

Since ancient times, severe damage to the meridians from practicing qigong has been collectively called "going into demonic possession."

"Going into demonic possession," Han Sheng muttered, suddenly remembering what the *Corpse Robe Sutra* said: "When yin energy invades the body, it becomes evil when it enters the exterior, and demonic when it enters the interior. I use lewdness to overcome the evil in the world. Humans and children are the most intelligent of all things; hair, essence, blood, urine, feces, saliva, eye discharge, and earwax are all sharp weapons, capable of destroying any evil, and unstoppable by ten thousand men..." Is

n't "going into demonic possession" simply the result of yin energy invading the meridians? Using lewdness to overcome it is possible, isn't it? How could I be so stupid? The medical techniques in the *Qing Nang Jing* and the exorcism methods in the *Shi Yi Jing*, if combined, might open up a new path for traditional Chinese medicine.

Then, wouldn't it be easy to obtain what "Ren Zhong Huang" (human excrement) is? Han Sheng thought, and a mischievous laugh escaped his lips. "Little Divine Doctor, what are you laughing at?" Liu Jinmo asked, puzzled.

Han Sheng stopped laughing and said, "Grandpa once said that pufferfish are incredibly poisonous, and there's no cure for poisoning; only drinking 'Ren Zhong Huang' can cure it." "

Ren Zhong Huang?" Liu Jinmo asked curiously.

"That's exactly the medicine I'm going to give you," Han Sheng said, barely suppressing a smile.

"What is this medicine? Is it precious?" Liu Jinmo asked eagerly.

"It's excrement," Han Sheng laughed heartily.

Liu Jinmo was taken aback, then chuckled awkwardly, "Little Divine Doctor, are you joking with me?"

Han Sheng said seriously, "This is absolutely not a joke. Human placenta is used as a guide, and the Buddha's robe is used as medicine. It can cure the Yin poison you have suffered."

"It's not something I have to eat, is it?" Liu Jinmo asked cautiously.

"Don't worry, there's no need to take it internally," Han Sheng said.

A sigh came from outside the thatched hut: "He Xiang, who is He Xiang? Why does that name sound so familiar?"

Han Sheng went out and saw the mountain man muttering to himself. He knew that although the Heavenly Silkworm had preserved part of Liu Bowen's biomagnetic field and invaded the mountain man's brain, it was still a magnetic field from 600 years ago, and it couldn't be completely intact. Therefore, the mountain man still retained some of his vague memories.

It was time to use He Xiang's green silk sachet. Han Sheng thought and came to the mountain man, holding out his hand and saying, "Where is the sachet you were carrying?"

"Sachet?" The mountain man fell into deep thought.

"Give it to me." Han Sheng reached into the mountain man's robes.

Wu Chushanren was startled, and with a "snap ," he grabbed Han Sheng's arm and twisted it. Han Sheng cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face.

"You assassin of Zhu Yuanzhang, how dare you attempt to kill me! I'll take your life!" With that, he raised his palm, ready to strike Han Sheng's face.

"Uncle Mountain Man, no!" Han Sheng cried out in alarm. The mountain man's martial arts skills and Liu Bowen's strategic thinking meant he was in deep trouble.

Just then, a white light shot out, and the mountain man's palm stopped just short of Han Sheng's face. A fingernail pierced the Jianshi acupoint on the inside of the mountain man's arm.

Liu Jinmo, clutching his stomach, struggled to appear at the door of the thatched hut.

The mountain man stared at Liu Jinmo in bewilderment, then roared, "There's another assassin!"

"Liu Jinmo, quickly help me subdue him, and don't hurt Uncle Mountain Man!" Han Sheng cried out urgently.

Liu Jinmo approached silently like a phantom, striking the mountain man's spine with a single finger, causing him to collapse to the ground.

"You didn't hurt him, did you?" Han Sheng quickly asked.

Liu Jinmo also sat down heavily, cold sweat beading on his forehead, panting through the excruciating pain in his abdomen, "Don't worry, Divine Doctor, I know the thirty-six fatal acupoints and twenty-four paralyzing acupoints of the human body like the back of my hand. I won't make a mistake."

Han Sheng looked at the mountain man with heartache, bent down and took the purse the mountain man always carried from his robes, and went into the thatched hut.

Han Sheng opened the purse and saw the strand of black hair Lan'er's mother had once possessed in her youth. A wave of melancholy washed over him. Truly, "black hair in the morning, white hair by evening," life is short, and in the blink of an eye, the young girl He Xiang had become an old woman with gray hair.

He found some scissors, cut off a lock of hair, went to the kitchen, picked up a box of matches from the stove, burned the hair to ash in a bowl, poured in water, stirred it with his fingers, and carried it outside.

"Is this your 'human venom'?" Liu Jinmo asked.

"This bowl isn't yours," Han Sheng replied, going to the mountain man's side, prying open his mouth, and pouring the entire bowl of ash water into his mouth.

"When will you treat me?" Liu Jinmo asked softly.

"You need to go back to Nanshan Village; only there is a Buddhist robe at home," Han Sheng told him.

Raindrops began to fall again, chilling his neck.

"Alright, you can release his pressure points and go back inside," Han Sheng instructed.

Liu Jinmo obediently released the mountain man's pressure points, and Han Sheng helped him into the thatched hut, then helped Liu Jinmo back inside.

His stomach rumbled, and Han Sheng realized he hadn't eaten for days. He went to the kitchen, started a fire, and cooked. After the rice was in the pot, he ran to the vegetable garden to pick some greens and even found a few dried rats, which he steamed on top of the rice, making a balanced meal of meat and vegetables.

Everyone had been starving for days, and they ate every last bite.

After the meal, Han Sheng helped the mountain man to bed, and then, seeing that Liu Jinmo's condition had improved, he said, "I can only treat you on the night of the full moon. I don't know what day of the lunar calendar is today?"

"Today is the fourteenth of the lunar calendar. I always have a major hemorrhage around the time of the full moon, so I remember it very clearly," Liu Jinmo replied.

"Alright, I'll apply the medicine for you at midnight tomorrow. Take off your pants; they're covered in blood. I'll go find you a pair." After giving the instructions, Han Sheng went to the wooden box and found a pair of Jiang Lao Er's pants. Seeing the item brought back memories, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

Liu Jinmo, naked from the waist down, staggered to the kitchen to fetch water to wash himself. He was thin and muscular, with hair over a foot long, clearly a result of practicing that effeminate and evil martial art.

"Can you still walk?" Han Sheng asked after Liu Jinmo changed his pants.

"Barely," Liu Jinmo replied.

"Take me to Wolong Cave. Jiang Lao Er's body needs to be buried," Han Sheng said.

"Yes," Liu Jinmo tightened his belt, gritting his teeth as he obediently agreed.

Liu Jinmo followed his own palm print and arrived at Wolong Cave without incident. Then, in a nearby cave, he found Jiang Lao Er lying there.

Jiang Lao Er's lips were bluish-purple, and he emitted a faint smell of bitter apricot kernels—symptoms of hydrogen poisoning.

Han Sheng carried the body back. He placed the body in the pit that Liu Jinmo and the others had dug earlier, a fake Tai Chi mark, and silently picked up the military shovel discarded beside the pit to fill it with soil.

Jiang Lao Er, a dutiful tomb keeper from Qingtian, lived a life of quiet seclusion in Wolong Valley. Even in death, he was buried in a desolate grave. Who would remember him in the future?

Liu Jinmo stood silently watching Han Sheng, a strange sense of emotion stirring within him—a feeling he hadn't experienced in years. Looking at Han Sheng, he recalled his years following the leader's son. Despite the luxuries and privileges he enjoyed, the local officials who fawned over him, showering him with money and women, he had, of course, eliminated some of them—not exactly good people either.

Yet, Han Sheng before him, such a kind man, knowing the danger he faced, refused to strike first, harboring no ill intentions. Knowing he was treating someone who might kill him, he acted selflessly, always treating others with kindness.

If it weren't for the leader's son's secret instigation, he wouldn't have buried his father alive. Those eyes were chilling, compelling one to willingly serve him. Nearly ten years had passed. Although he possessed exceptional martial arts skills—the very reason the leader valued him—he couldn't help but ask himself: had he ever been happy? Not a single day passed without unease.

He had revealed the secret of the 600-year-old Qingtian Pact to him, never expecting that he would be willing to take his father's life for his own future. Of course, when giving the order, he explained that the old man had a terminal illness and wouldn't live for many more years anyway; rather than prolong his life, it was better to grant him his wish. He was just a lackey; he had no choice but to obey.

He hadn't expected there to be someone like Han Sheng in the world—simple, kind, and without guile. If he were to become involved in the world he lived in, he would surely be betrayed and killed soon. Alas, he wouldn't even understand why he died.

If possible, he would definitely help him, Liu Jinmo thought.

Han Sheng buried Jiang Lao Er, bowing deeply three times. Liu Jinmo silently stepped forward and bowed as well. The two returned to the thatched hut in silence.

The mountain man was still fast asleep, occasionally snoring.

The rain outside grew heavier, the raindrops pattering against the leaves, the autumn wind whistling, the weather already chilly.

"A desolate inn, a boat moored on the shore, a bright moon and gentle breeze at the ancient ferry. No wild geese fly by, the clouds

grow heavy with dusk, a single tree of green blossoms… what autumn again…?" Wu Chushanren, having just woken, began reciting a poem. Hansheng, hearing this, was overjoyed. He remembered it well; this was the first poem he heard after waking from his fall from the cliff, so he remembered it clearly. "Ten parts autumn," he said.

"Huh? Yes, it's 'ten parts autumn.' Who are you? Why do you look so familiar?" The mountain man sat on the bed, looking at Hansheng with a puzzled expression.

"Uncle Mountain Man, I am Hansheng, and this is Liu Jinmo. Do you remember me?" Hansheng reminded him.

"This old man, this old man is Liu, I think my surname is Liu…" the mountain man stammered.

"Alright, it's time for your medicine." Hansheng was quite pleased; the mountain man's confusion meant his relative's hair ash was indeed effective. He returned to the kitchen and soon brought back a bowl of lotus-scented hair ash water.

"Why should I take medicine? Am I sick?" the mountain man asked suspiciously.

"Yes, you are sick. Quickly drink this bowl of medicine." Han Sheng handed the bowl to the mountain man's mouth.

The hermit gulped down the medicine in two large gulps, and soon his eyelids drooped, and he fell asleep again.

"Dr. Hansheng, what's wrong with Wu Chushanren?" Liu Jinmo asked, puzzled.

"The hermit's mind is a little confused; he'll be fine after another dose of medicine," Hansheng said, trying to cover it up.

"Hansheng, your medical skills are so good, have you considered going out to develop your career?" Liu Jinmo asked.

Hansheng thought for a moment and said, "To be honest, I've only ever been to Wuyuan County. Of course I want to go out and explore, but I'm afraid my father will be alone at home without anyone to take care of him." "It

's best not to go out. The world is dangerous, and you're inexperienced. You might find yourself in a very dangerous situation," Liu Jinmo said sincerely.

Hansheng smiled and said, "I haven't decided yet. Let's squeeze into this bed together tonight, and tomorrow, when Uncle Shanren is better, we'll go to Nanshan Village together."

"No need, I can sleep in the woodshed," Liu Jinmo insisted on sleeping in the kitchen, so he had no choice but to go.

That night, the wind and rain continued as before, and the autumn chill was even more pronounced in Wolong Valley. Han Sheng found a cotton quilt and brought it to Liu Jinmo, who was deeply grateful.

Han Sheng lay beside the hermit, unable to fall asleep for a long time, wondering what it would be like for the hermit to meet He Xiang the next day. And what about Lan'er? She had never met her father.

All of this was thanks to Han Sheng, and thinking of this, Han Sheng felt a sweet warmth in his heart.

The oil lamp was blown out, plunging the room into darkness. Han Sheng drifted off to sleep, filled with anticipation for the next day.

In the middle of the night, a sudden burst of hurried footsteps approached the thatched hut. "Get up! Get up!" Several sharp shouts startled Han Sheng awake, the bright beam of a flashlight blinding him.

Someone struck a match and lit the oil lamp, illuminating the room.

Han Sheng rubbed his eyes and saw that the group that had rushed in were all carrying semi-automatic rifles, the leader holding an old-fashioned Mauser pistol.

"Has Liu Jinmo been here? Speak quickly!" The speaker had a long face and a fierce tone.

"Are you talking about the man who always accompanies the leader? He's a high-ranking official from Beijing. What do you want with him?" Han Sheng mumbled, still half-asleep.

"Nonsense! There are orders from above: kill Liu Jinmo on sight. He's a heinous counter-revolutionary." The long-faced man brandished his pistol as he spoke.

Han Sheng snapped out of his daze. He thought to himself, regardless of whether Liu Jinmo is a counter-revolutionary or not, he's my patient now. As a doctor, I can't betray him, even if my father were here, he would do the same.

"He hasn't been here," Han Sheng said calmly.

"Search thoroughly, inside and out," the man ordered.

A man carrying a rifle rushed in and nervously reported, "Someone slept in the woodshed; the blankets are still warm."

The horse-faced man chuckled coldly, pressed his pistol against Han Sheng's forehead, and roared, "Speak! Who slept in the woodshed! Where is he?"

"No one slept in the woodshed; that's Jiang Lao Er's place," Han Sheng stubbornly replied.

"Won't talk? You're protecting a counter-revolutionary, an accomplice, and you'll be executed along with them," the man threatened.

Just then, a series of "Ouch!" cries were heard, followed by the clatter of rifles falling to the ground. A fingernail had pierced the wrists of everyone inside and outside the thatched hut, sinking into their muscles.

A figure silently floated down from the roof beam—it was Liu Jinmo.

Liu Jinmo coldly took the pistol from the horse-faced man's hand, silently pointed the muzzle at the stunned crowd, and said, "I'll send you back to your hometown." He was about to pull the trigger.

"Wait!" Han Sheng hurriedly shouted.

Liu Jinmo turned around, his gentle gaze fixed on Han Sheng.

"Let them go. They all have families and children," Han Sheng said calmly.

Liu Jinmo threw his gun on the ground, smiled at Han Sheng, and said, "Han Sheng, the world is a dangerous place. I will keep our promise." With that, he leaped out the door and disappeared into the night.

After a long while, the people inside came to their senses and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Someone whispered, "We let a wanted criminal escape. How are we going to explain this?"

The horse-faced man picked up his pistol from the ground and said to Han Sheng, "I'm sorry, you're Liu Jinmo's harborer. He escaped, so we have to arrest you to explain. Take both of them away."

"Who's making so much noise?" The mountain man, only now waking up, yawned.

Chapter Forty-Four:

The horse-faced man looked at the yawning Wu Chushan man with suspicion and said, "Hey, are you the forest ranger?"

The mountain man thought for a moment, then began to recite: "Walking and walking, I part from you in life.

We are separated by tens of thousands of miles, each at the ends of the earth.

The road is long and difficult, when will we meet again?

The northern horse longs for the north wind, the southern bird nests on the southern branch.

The days of separation grow longer, my clothes grow looser.

Floating clouds obscure the white sun, the traveler does not return.

Thinking of you makes me old... makes me old... um, the years have suddenly grown late.

Let us not speak of abandonment again, try to eat more... eat more... eat more..."

The horse-faced man, impatient, cursed, "Where did this old stale man come from, shut up!" With that, he waved his hand, ordering his men to take them away.

"Where do you want me to go? I haven't finished sleeping, don't disturb me." The mountain man said, then closed his eyes again and lay down.

"Get up!" A thin man next to the horse-faced man turned his gun and hit the mountain man with the butt.

The mountain man, in pain, sat up and saw who it was. He slapped the man, sending him flying out of the room and falling outside.

With a clatter, everyone's guns were pointed at the mountain man.

Han Sheng quickly stepped in front of him, saying, "We'll leave, put your guns down." Seeing they didn't move, he added, "I cured the illness of the high-ranking official in the capital. If you're polite, I won't report you."

The horse-faced man hesitated, then waved his hand, and everyone lowered their guns.

Han Sheng turned to the mountain man and said, "Uncle Mountain Man, let's go with them. There's lots of good food in the county. Don't you want some pork?"

The mountain man was overjoyed and readily agreed, quickly getting out of bed and putting on his shoes.

The horse-faced man and his men, armed, escorted Han Sheng and the mountain man out of the room. Once outside the thatched hut, everyone was stunned.

Under the pitch-black night sky, countless blood-red eyes stared at them… Han Sheng cried out, “No!”

But it was too late. Countless red-eyed bats had already swooped down. A cacophony of screams and shouts filled the air, guns clattering to the ground. A moment later, all was quiet. In the flashlight beams, bald heads were revealed; their hair had been plucked clean.

Everyone looked at each other, their faces contorted in despair, especially the horse-faced leader, who looked even more like livestock with his baldness.

Han Sheng sighed and led the way out of the valley with the others. The others followed dejectedly. In

the deep courtyard of Wuyuan County,

at dawn, the main hall and side rooms of the three-section courtyard were all lit. The leader sat upright in a grand chair in the main hall, accompanied cautiously by Huang Qianhui and Meng Zhuqi, with four burly men in tight-fitting clothes standing on either side.

Several days passed, and the highway checkpoints around Wuyuan still hadn't found any trace of Liu Jinmo. Several search teams also returned empty-handed, which made the leader furious and extremely irritable.

Han Sheng followed the horse-faced man into the courtyard, where someone had already gone inside to announce their arrival.

"Oh, the little miracle doctor has arrived! Please, have a seat!" The leader greeted them with a beaming smile, taking Han Sheng's hands and showering him with concern.

Han Sheng sat in the armchair next to the leader, with Huang Qianhui and Meng Zhuqi standing discreetly on either side.

Wu Chushan, with his hands behind his back, was admiring the calligraphy and paintings on the wall inside. Huang Qianhui stepped forward, about to reprimand him, but the leader waved his hand, saying, "Let him be."

"Han Sheng, where have you been these past few days? I've been so worried about you. I haven't had a chance to properly thank you yet," the leader said kindly.

"Could you stew some pork for us?" Han Sheng asked.

The commander laughed heartily, "Of course, of course! Director Huang, hurry up and make the arrangements. I'm going to have a meat feast with Hansheng today, how delightful! Haha."

The commander suddenly stopped laughing, his tone shifting to a friendly tone as he said to Hansheng, "I heard you're with Liu Jinmo? That man is a counter-revolutionary, a truly wicked person. Don't be deceived or used by him. Do you know where he is now? The government is handling it, so you don't need to worry about it."

Hansheng said, "He's ill. The Yin poison has invaded his Yin Wei and Yin Qiao meridians, and he will eventually die from blood depletion."

"Hmph, he deserves to die," the commander said bitterly.

"Commander, I have a favor to ask, please, for the sake of my treatment of your illness," Hansheng said.

Upon hearing this, the commander hurriedly said, "Tell me, I will definitely help you as long as it's within my power."

"I beg you not to pursue Liu Jinmo any longer. I want to try to treat him with medicine, but it will be very difficult. I know he has committed a crime against you, but I believe people can correct their mistakes, and he will definitely not dare to do bad things again," Han Sheng said sincerely.

The commander pondered for a long time before speaking, "Han Sheng, you saved my life. I have two conditions; if you agree to them, I will not pursue the matter further."

Han Sheng said, "Please speak, Commander."

The commander looked at Han Sheng and said, "First, Liu Jinmo will never be allowed to enter the capital again. Second, you must agree to move to the capital, and your family can come with you. The country will provide you with the best living conditions and welfare. Do you agree?" Han Sheng thought to himself, "Liu Jinmo will never be allowed to enter the capital again. That shouldn't be a problem. Who would want to go to the capital to die?" Secondly, my father, Lan'er, her mother, and Wu Chushanren are going to Beijing together. To be honest, going to the capital was something I never dared to dream of before. I want to see Tiananmen Square, the zoo, and maybe even meet Chairman Mao!

I recall Liu Jinmo saying that the world is dangerous, but if we don't get involved, nothing will happen to us. Right, Beijing is Wu Chushanren's hometown; he'll definitely enjoy revisiting his homeland. I just don't know if my father is willing to leave Nanshan Village. He always says everything is expensive outside, and you have to buy everything; it's better to have our own plot of land at home where we don't have to pay for vegetables.

"Will we get a salary?" Hansheng asked a very important question.

The commander, seeing Hansheng hesitate, was surprised by this question and laughed heartily: "Yes, of course, as much as you want."

"I have no problem with that, but I need to ask my father first," Hansheng said.

The commander said, "I'll send someone to bring your father here immediately."

"No, my father will be unhappy. I have to go home and talk to him in person," Hansheng said.

"Then it's settled. Go back and ask around, then get back to me immediately. If they agree, I'll stop pursuing Liu Jinmo and then take your whole family to Beijing," the commander said decisively.

The courtyard was filled with the aroma of stewed pork, and Han Sheng's stomach immediately rumbled. He hadn't had a decent meal in days, and now he was practically drooling.

In those days, eating pork was a luxury, let alone a hearty meal. Han Sheng was almost restless.

A large octagonal table was brought out, along with several large bowls of stewed meat. The commander ordered wine, and someone immediately brought over Moutai. The commander said that he hadn't touched a drop of alcohol since he was ill for so many years, and this time he wanted to drink to his heart's content.

Wu Chushan also drank heartily, frequently clinking glasses with the commander, Huang Qiansui, Meng Zhuqi, and others. Han Sheng, however, ate his meat in silence, finishing two large bowls.

The commander, having drunk too much, was helped away to rest.

Huang Qianhui, holding a wine glass, sat down next to Hansheng with a smile and said softly, "Hansheng, when we get to Beijing, please put in a good word for me with the leaders."

Hansheng swallowed the last piece of pork belly, cleared his throat, and said, "What do you want me to say?"

Huang Qianhui's smile widened: "Of course, it's about having a firm revolutionary stance, loving Chairman Mao, being frugal and simple, and having an upright character, etc."

"Alright, I'll talk about it when I get there." Hansheng burped.

Shanren was still drinking there. Hansheng went over and said, "Uncle Shanren, it's time to take your medicine." He was about to see Lan'er's mother and needed to get back to his senses quickly.

Shanren pointed to the wine glass and said, "Put the medicine in and drink it with the wine."

Wine was a good catalyst, and it would speed up the effect. Hansheng thought for a moment, then took out his purse, took out a strand of hair, lit it, and the ashes fell into the wine glass.

Shanren drank it all in one gulp, his eyelids drooped, and he was about to fall asleep again.

"Hansheng, I'll send a car to take you back to Nanshan Village," Huang Qiansui said, then instructed his men to help Wu Chushan into the jeep. As soon as he sat down, he began to snore.

Huang Qiansui escorted him to the gate, watching the jeep drive away, then turned to Meng Zhuqi and said, "Tell Old Wu to find Taiji Yun as soon as possible; time is running out."

Chapter 45

These past few days, Dr. Zhu had been uneasy. Hansheng had been in the county town for several days without news. Anyway, he was a young man, nothing to worry about too much; he was probably delayed by going to fetch Wu Chushan.

What worried Dr. Zhu was the baby, Shen Tianhu's son, Shen Caihua. He was clearly born a girl, but now he had a penis. How could a baby less than a month old have teeth? This was a vampire baby, he wondered.

Vampire babies typically grow faster than normal children, mainly in their teeth and cognitive abilities. Despite their small size, they are incredibly clever. This Shen Caihua, at such a young age, is already addicted to blood; I'm afraid… Dr. Zhu dared not think further.

“Could it be a Yin Corpse?” Dr. Zhu muttered to himself.

Lan'er, who was picking vegetables, asked upon hearing this, “Uncle Zhu, what is a Yin Corpse?”

Dr. Zhu thought for a moment and said, “A Yin Corpse is a person whose hair and nails continue to grow after death and burial. If it's a pregnant woman, the fetus continues to develop. In short, it's very unlucky.”

“How could such a strange thing happen?” Lan'er was very surprised.

“There are two types of Yin Corpses: dry Yin Corpses and wet Yin Corpses. Dry Yin Corpses are like the weathered corpses in the desert and the mummies of ancient Egypt. I've heard that European archaeological teams have discovered mummies with nails and hair,” Dr. Zhu explained.

“Then what about wet Yin Corpses?” Lan'er asked with interest.

"A 'wet corpse' is one that doesn't change much in appearance; the skin is elastic, and it slowly grows hair, nails, and even teeth. People like Lenin of the Soviet Union and Ho Chi Minh of Vietnam were artificially made into wet corpses after their deaths and preserved in crystal coffins. In reality, their biomagnetic field affects their descendants, which is very unlucky from a feng shui perspective," Dr. Zhu explained.

"Lan'er, aren't you afraid of these things?" Dr. Zhu asked, looking at Lan'er's innocent face with some concern.

"It's quite fun! Uncle Zhu, can you tell me more?" Lan'er urged.

“Well, generally speaking, damp corpses are more terrifying, especially since their mouths can’t be opened. Once they open their mouths, something bad will happen; superstitious beliefs say they’ll eat three generations of their descendants,” Dr. Zhu continued.

“I don’t want to hear it anymore, it’s a bit scary,” Lan’er

said, carrying her vegetable basket out. Dr. Zhu smiled and watched Lan’er leave.

Could this Shen Caihua be a damp corpse? he wondered.

At dusk, after dinner, Dr. Zhu finished getting ready and prepared to go out.

“Uncle Zhu, it’s so late, are you still going out?” Lan’er asked.

Dr. Zhu smiled and said, “I have something to take care of. You should rest early and don’t wait for me.”

“Do you want Lan’er to come with you?” Lan’er asked with concern.

“No need, Benben can accompany me.” Dr. Zhu said, calling Benben out of its nest. Benben stood reluctantly in front of Dr. Zhu.

“Fine, if you don’t want to go, stay in your nest.” Dr. Zhu said, then opened his oil-paper umbrella and went out alone in the drizzling rain.

Dr. Zhu walked along the mountain path, pondering. He knew that the graves of the deceased often exhibited unusual features: some grew deformed plants, others were infested with strange-looking beetles, and some even had cracks in the soil. He hadn't had a chance to observe carefully last time, but he needed to take a closer look tonight.

If Shen Caihua was indeed a damp corpse, and her mouth was open, then the vampire infant would be activated, and Shen Tianhu's family would be in danger.

After walking for about an hour, Dr. Zhu finally arrived at the desolate graveyard.

He used his flashlight, searching for Shen Caihua's grave step by step, relying on his memory.

A light rain drizzled, the raindrops pattering on his oil-paper umbrella. A chilly wind blew, and it was pitch black all around, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Under the flashlight beam, he saw an open grave ahead, with a tombstone lying beside it. Dr. Zhu looked at it and saw the three characters "Shen Caihua" engraved on it.

Strange, how did Shen Caihua's grave get dug up?

Dr. Zhu shone his flashlight into the pit, but it was empty; the corpse was gone! A hoe leaned against the ground, along with a large old burlap sack.

Dr. Zhu stood there, stunned, before the grave.

"Who are you? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" a voice demanded from behind.

Dr. Zhu turned around, several flashlight beams illuminating his face, blinding him. He instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes.

"I am Dr. Zhu from Nanshan Village. And who are you?" Dr. Zhu introduced himself, then countered with a question.

"Dr. Zhu? I think you're a grave robber. Did you forget your hoe and come back to retrieve it?" The voice was high-pitched and effeminate.

Dr. Zhu's eyes adjusted, and he saw three or four people standing not far away, wearing black military raincoats and carrying semi-automatic rifles.

"Who are you?" Dr. Zhu asked again.

"We are the town's militia. We've been lying in wait for two days and finally caught you, the grave robber," the man chuckled.

"You've got it wrong, I'm not a grave robber, I'm Dr. Zhu," Dr. Zhu protested.

"You say you're a doctor, then why did you come to this desolate graveyard in the middle of the night in the rain? And why did you specifically go to Shen Caihua's grave? What else could you be doing if not getting a hoe?" The man's words weren't without merit.

Dr. Zhu thought to himself, how could he explain this? Could he say he came in the middle of the night in the rain to observe the corpse? Such feudal superstition would surely lead to criticism and denunciation.

"Ha, speechless now, take this grave robber back to town for interrogation," the man ordered.

Several armed militiamen escorted Dr. Zhu, carrying his trophy—the hoe—back to Nanshan Town in triumph. In the backyard of the Nanshan Town Revolutionary Committee were several small courtyards, the private residences of the committee leaders. In the early hours of the morning, Dr. Zhu was led into one of them.

"Squat there, don't move!" Dr. Zhu was forced to squat in a corner of the courtyard.

A moment later, a young man of medium build, who looked to be under 30, came out of the house.

"Where are you from? What's your name? Where did you take the body? Answer honestly, or you'll suffer!" the man said, his voice shrill.

"I'm Dr. Zhu from Nanshan Village. I didn't rob any graves," Dr. Zhu replied.

"Still not telling the truth? You're asking for a beating!" A militiaman nearby kicked him, and Dr. Zhu fell to the ground.

"Tell me, where did you take the body?" the young man continued to demand.

"I'm Dr. Zhu. You can ask Director Meng Zhuqi of Nanshan Town; he knows who I am," Dr. Zhu shouted.

"You know Director Meng?" the young man asked doubtfully.

"Of course I do. He even came to my house a few days ago," Dr. Zhu said.

The young man hesitated for a moment, then ordered, "You keep an eye on him. I'm going to call the county." With that, he turned and went back into the house.

Dr. Zhu remained squatting in the corner, his clothes soaked through by the autumn rain, shivering.

Ten minutes later, the young man came out, waved to the militiamen, and said, "Please invite Dr. Zhu inside."

Dr. Zhu, trembling, followed him into the house, leaving a puddle of water at his feet.

"Please sit down, Dr. Zhu. It's all a misunderstanding. My father already said on the phone that you are a highly respected old doctor, and your son is a famous miracle doctor. We were very sorry for offending you earlier," the young man said with a beaming smile.

"Your father is..." Dr. Zhu asked.

"My father is Meng Zhuqi," the young man said with no small amount of pride.

Dr. Zhu said "Oh." He didn't have a good impression of Director Meng, and he looked down on this young master Meng even more. Wasn't he Shen Caihua's husband? The one without testicles.

"Can I go home now?" Dr. Zhu said indifferently.

"No rush, no rush. My father said he just saw your son, and they are chatting together now," the young master Meng said.

"Hansheng! What is he doing in the county so late?" Dr. Zhu said with surprise.

"He'll be having dinner with my uncle and his family in a little while. After dinner, my uncle will send a car to take him back to Nanshan Village. He'll give you a ride home when he passes by," Young Master Meng explained.

Dr. Zhu stood up and said coldly, "No need. I'll go back myself." With that, he walked straight out of the room.

Young Master Meng had no choice but to see him out of the courtyard.

Dr. Zhu left without looking back.

Chapter 46

Dr. Zhu, holding the oil-paper umbrella that had been with him for many years, walked along the country road towards Nanshan Village.

The autumn wind was chilly, and a crack appeared in the thick clouds, letting in a bright moonlight that shone down, making the surroundings cool. Dr. Zhu looked up at the bright moon and muttered to himself, "I've gotten so confused. Today should be the fifteenth of the lunar calendar, right?"

"The fourteenth, tomorrow the fifteenth, sigh..." A very soft sigh reached his ears.

Under the moonlight, a tall, thin man stood with his hands behind his back in the middle of the road, looking up at the moon.

"Who are you? Why are you sighing alone here in the dead of night?" Dr. Zhu asked.

The man slowly turned around and said, "A lost traveler who doesn't know the way home, may I ask how to get to Nanshan Village?"

Dr. Zhu asked in surprise, "Going to Nanshan Village so late at night, are you perhaps seeking medical treatment?"

"Indeed," the man replied.

"Who is sick? I am the doctor," Dr. Zhu inquired.

"My illness is beyond the reach of ordinary people; there's no need to ask further," the man said coldly.

Dr. Zhu sensed something strange about this man, but he had encountered many cases of chronically ill patients exhibiting erratic behavior before, so he said gently, "Who in Nanshan Village are you seeking to treat your illness?"

"Nanshan Village, Hansheng," the man replied.

"Hansheng!" Dr. Zhu was startled; it seemed his son had quite a reputation. He gave a wry smile.

"What are you laughing at?" the man said, his words carrying a sinister undertone.

"That's my son," Dr. Zhu answered.

"Hansheng is your son?" the man asked doubtfully.

"Yes, I am Dr. Zhu from Nanshan Village, and Hansheng is my son," Dr. Zhu explained.

"Oh dear, so you're the father of the little miracle doctor! My apologies, I'm your son's patient, my name is Liu Jinmo. The miracle doctor Hansheng asked me to come to Nanshan Village on the 15th to treat his illness," Liu Jinmo said , his voice filled with trepidation

. "Oh, in that case, come back to Nanshan Village with me," Doctor Zhu warmly invited.

So, the two headed towards Nanshan Village along the mountain path.

Just as they reached the thatched hut on the east side of the village, Liu Jinmo suddenly stopped, crouched down, and whispered, "Wait! There's an ambush."

Doctor Zhu listened; apart from the wind and rain, the entire village was completely silent, not even a dog barking could be heard.

Just then, in the moonlight, a white light silently pounced... Liu Jinmo extended his index finger, about to unleash his inner energy through his nail, when he suddenly heard the white light whimpering and wagging its tail.

"Silly boy," Doctor Zhu called out, then laughed.

Liu Jinmo then saw clearly that it was a large, hairless dog with snow-white flesh.

“It’s Hansheng’s dog, named Benben,” Dr. Zhu said.

Back in the thatched hut, they lit an oil lamp. Lan’er came over to greet them, then stared blankly at Liu Jinmo, wondering why he had no hair, beard, or eyebrows. Seeing that their clothes were soaked, she quickly went to the kitchen to heat up some food and a pot of wine, bringing them up.

Liu Jinmo was also starving, so he drank with Dr. Zhu without ceremony, warming himself up.

“Mr. Liu, where did you meet Hansheng?” Dr. Zhu asked.

“Wolong Valley,” Liu Jinmo replied.

“I don’t know what he’s been up to these days, he hasn’t even shown up at home,” Dr. Zhu frowned, displeased.

Liu Jinmo drank silently, his head down.

“What illness does Mr. Liu have?” Dr. Zhu asked.

Liu Jinmo thought for a moment and said, "Hansheng said it's because the Yin poison invades the Yangwei and Yangqiao meridians, causing monthly hemorrhage. If he doesn't castrate himself, he'll die from blood depletion. It's a kind of demonic possession."

Doctor Zhu was startled upon hearing this. He himself didn't understand the symptoms Liu Jinmo described. This little Hansheng was truly strange. Could he be making it up? The Zhu family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, and we don't want to end up with a quack. However, seeing his treatment of Lan'er's mother's incurable "ice man" disease and Lan'er's strange "weeping blood" illness, despite the bizarre methods, it was indeed remarkably effective. In short, this kid should walk the righteous path. The

roosters were already crowing in the village, and the east was beginning to lighten. At this moment, the sound of a car engine approached from afar, and soon, footsteps came from the courtyard.

"Hansheng!" Lan'er exclaimed in surprise.

"Father, I'm back." Han Sheng walked into the house, travel-worn, followed by two men carrying semi-automatic rifles. One of the men carried a sleeping elderly man on his back. This man was also bald, without hair or beard, just like Liu Jinmo. This man was Wu Chushanren.

The men placed the man on the bed, then said goodbye and left, the sound of the car gradually fading away.

"You've come," Han Sheng greeted Liu Jinmo, then turned to his father and said, "Father, this is Wu Chushanren, Lan'er's biological father."

The door opened, and Lan'er helped her mother, who walked in unsteadily.

No one in the house spoke; everyone was silent.

Lan'er's mother, with two graying braids, trembled as she came to the bedside, carefully examining Wu Chushanren... For a long, long time, she reached out her withered hand and gently touched the man's forehead, nose, and mouth, and two blushes suddenly rose on her cheeks.

“It’s him…it’s him…my Brother Wei.” Tears streamed down her face.

“He’s my father? Why doesn’t he have hair and a beard?” Lan’er stared blankly at Wu Chushan, then glanced back at Liu Jinmo.

Han Sheng quickly explained, “They used to have hair and beards, but those bats plucked them out.”

Liu Jinmo touched his bald head and smiled awkwardly at Lan’er.

Lan’er asked, “Why is my father still asleep?”

Han Sheng said, “I gave him medicine; he should wake up soon.”

Lan’er’s mother held the man’s hand tightly, unwilling to let go.

Seeing this, Han Sheng said to Liu Jinmo, “Could you please carry the man to the west room?”

Liu Jinmo agreed, then gently picked up the man and followed Lan’er and her mother to the west room, gently placing him on the bed before quietly leaving.

“Father, these days…” Han Sheng said.

"No rush, child. Is this Mr. Liu here to treat your illness?" Dr. Zhu cautiously interrupted Han Sheng and asked.

Han Sheng nodded and said to Liu Jinmo, "Treatment will begin at midnight tonight. The chief has also set two conditions; if these are met, he will not pursue the matter further."

"What two conditions?" Liu Jinmo asked calmly.

Han Sheng said, "The first condition is that you must never set foot in the capital again in your life."

Liu Jinmo nodded and said, "That's easy, I'll just not go."

"And the second condition," Han Sheng looked at his father and said, "is that our whole family must work and live in the capital, Father."

Liu Jinmo said urgently, "No! The world is dangerous, and the capital is a place where hidden talents and scoundrels mingle. Once you step inside, you'll be powerless, surrounded by danger. You, Han Sheng, are simple and honest, without any suspicion. How could you understand the intrigue and deceit of officialdom? Don't get caught up in it."

Dr. Zhu gave Liu Jinmo an approving look.

Han Sheng looked at his father.

Dr. Zhu paused, then said, "Hansheng, what Mr. Liu said makes sense. Since ancient times, the capital has been a place where high-ranking officials and nobles compete for power. If you're not ruthless, it's difficult to survive there. My child, you're not someone who covets wealth and status. You're content with just three meals a day. Why would

you want to go to such a place?" "Father," Hansheng said sincerely, "I just think that if I don't agree, the government will continue to hunt down Liu Jinmo. He might die before his illness is cured. He ca

n't escape the government's inescapable net. If I agree, I'll actually save his life. As you always say, a doctor heals people, and the purpose is to save lives, isn't that right?" Liu Jinmo listened to these words, his heart filled with gratitude, tears welling up in his eyes. He had previously been merely a tool in the officialdom, living in a numb state devoid of human warmth, justice, and morality, like a walking corpse.

Now, he was deeply moved... Han Sheng, a child, had such a broad mind. He knew no martial arts and was powerless, yet he was willing to risk his life to save someone who was once his enemy, someone who had almost killed him with a single blow. Tears finally flowed down Liu Jinmo's face.

At this moment, Liu Jinmo felt an unprecedented emotion towards Han Sheng—a strong maternal love… Dr. Zhu thought for a moment and said, “This matter can be discussed at length; there’s no need to rush.”

Han Sheng replied, “I’ll get back to you in a day or two.”

Dr. Zhu said, “Mr. Liu, could you tell me about your background and why you’re being hunted by the government? That way, we can come up with a better plan. Of course, if it’s inconvenient, you don’t have to say anything.”

Liu Jinmo looked at Han Sheng. What couldn’t he say now? So he began by recounting how he had been learning martial arts in Yandang Mountain with a bald-headed monk since childhood, how he returned to his hometown of Qingtian ten years later, only to find his parents and brother brutally murdered, how he had wandered the coastal areas of Fujian and Guangdong, and how he had met the son of a high-ranking official and followed him ever since. He explained the origins of the 600-year agreement in Qingtian, how he was ordered to bury his grandfather alive in the Taiji Aura for quick results, how he met Han Sheng in Wolong Valley, how he healed the high-ranking official, and how the high-ranking official ordered a manhunt, and so on.

"Oh, so Mr. Liu is a descendant of Liu Bowen. My apologies. In that case, your illness is caused by practicing a unique martial art. This may be related to the fact that your master was a palace eunuch, and his martial arts were more feminine. If you continue to practice, your entire personality will change; your voice, movements, and even your thinking will develop in a feminine direction. Hansheng, is there a cure for this strange illness?" Dr. Zhu asked.

"It can be cured," Hansheng replied.

"What medicine do you plan to use?" Dr. Zhu asked curiously.

"A Buddhist robe. As for the medicinal guide, well, it's a bit..." Hansheng stammered

, unable to say it. Dr. Zhu smiled, thinking it was better not to say. This rascal used menstrual belts last time; who knows what other disgusting tricks he'll come up with this time.

"It's 'Human Ginger'!" Liu Jinmo shouted.

Dr. Zhu frowned and said, "'Ren Zhong Huang' needs to be prepared in winter and used in spring. We don't have any on hand."

Han Sheng couldn't help but laugh out loud: "We need fresh ones."

Liu Jinmo also laughed along.

"Child, Mr. Liu is a descendant of Liu Ji. Liu Bowen is someone our Zhu family ancestors have always respected. Now that his descendant is in trouble, we must help him. I understand now that the so-called government pursuit is just a personal grudge, and has nothing to do with counter-revolutionaries. If you have a way, hurry up and cure his illness first. We can talk about other things later." Dr. Zhu said seriously.

"I understand." Han Sheng agreed.

"Thank you all for saving us." Liu Jinmo said sincerely.

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Lan'er rushed in excitedly, saying, "My father is awake!"

Everyone rushed over and stood at the door, stunned.

With tears welling in his eyes, Wu Chushanren tightly gripped a comb, braiding the two braids he remembered from Lan'er's mother...

Chapter 47.

Early in the morning, Wu Daoming yawned, about to get up, when he heard hurried footsteps in the courtyard. Zhu Biao rushed in.

"Old Wu, Hansheng is back, and so is Wu Chushanren," Zhu Biao whispered. He had been assigned by Wu Daoming to monitor Doctor Zhu's house for several days.

"Alright, I'll go join the fun too," Wu Daoming said.

After washing up, Wu Daoming first went to Li Lao Er's house at the north end of the village. He saw that they had just slaughtered a pig and were about to take it to the town market to sell. Wu Daoming didn't haggle, simply paying for the whole pig and instructing Li Lao Er to deliver it to Doctor Zhu's house.

Li Lao Er was overjoyed, quickly carrying the heavy pig, weighing about two or three hundred pounds, on a bamboo carrying pole, and followed Wu Daoming, swaying as they arrived at Doctor Zhu's house.

"Haha, I heard Hansheng has returned home, Dr. Zhu. Today, I, Wu, am presenting Hansheng with a large, fat pig as a token of my gratitude for the help he received in Wolong Valley." Wu Daoming bowed respectfully.

Dr. Zhu was taken aback, thinking that Hansheng had indeed done quite a lot these past few days. After hesitating for a moment, Li Lao Er had already put down the pork and gone back.

Wu Daoming caught sight of Liu Jinmo in the room and exclaimed in surprise, "Liu Jinmo, what are you doing here? They've got a warrant for your arrest!"

Liu Jinmo smiled faintly and said, "Wu Daoming from Lingnan, I was a bit too harsh last time, please forgive me."

Wu Daoming blushed slightly, then noticed Han Sheng entering and quickly changed the subject, greeting him, "Han Sheng, I've come to see you."

Han Sheng's attitude towards Wu Daoming was much better than before, saying, "Thanks to your reminder last time, otherwise that old man probably wouldn't have survived."

Wu Daoming smiled and asked, "How are you, Han Sheng? I've come to see if we still have a master-disciple bond. Why don't you come back to Hong Kong with me? I guarantee you'll become famous and richest in three years."

Han Sheng smiled but didn't answer.

Just then, a man rushed in, sweating profusely, his face flushed, and plopped down on the floor, opening his mouth but unable to speak.

Upon seeing Shen Tianhu, Dr. Zhu quickly helped him up and asked, "Tianhu, what happened?"

Shen Tianhu looked around, panting, and said, "It's terrible, Dr. Zhu, something terrible has happened at my house."

Dr. Zhu asked urgently, "What exactly happened? Explain clearly."

"My son... Caihua, he..." Shen Tianhu murmured incoherently.

"Tell me quickly!" Dr. Zhu urged.

"This morning I found him... in the chicken coop. All the chickens, the roosters, the hens, and the chicks, were dead. Caihua had drained their blood..." Shen Tianhu said, his eyes wide with terror. Wu

Daoming nodded inwardly. The ghost infant had finally revealed itself. The probability of a ghost infant appearing was extremely low, even millions of times lower than winning the Hong Kong lottery, because it required a series of conditions to be met, and the timing to be perfect.

After marriage, Shen Caihua discovered her husband was impotent, resembling a eunuch. As a young woman confined to her home, how could she accept this fate? Zhu Biao was strong and healthy, and single. Their meeting, perhaps by chance or fate, was like dry tinder igniting a flame—a natural human reaction. His family were the powerful figures of Nanshan Town, practically local bullies, so they had to operate clandestinely, never daring to expose themselves. But they were discovered as Shen Caihua's belly grew larger each day—a major disgrace in rural Jiangxi in 1975.

Shen Caihua was truly a woman of strong character; despite her husband's family's severe torture, she refused to reveal her lover's identity. Finally, when the child was eight or nine months old, they could no longer delay and strangled Shen Caihua, killing both mother and child. Poor Shen Caihua, she never saw Zhu Biao again; this vulgar-looking, despicable man turned out to be a cowardly, heartless scoundrel. When the noose was placed around Shen Caihua's neck, she finally realized how worthless her love and sacrifice had been. A resentful, dying spirit tightly enveloped and protected the fetus, preventing it from dying before Shen Caihua's normal delivery date, even though the mother's body had already been buried deep in the earth. This was all thanks to the fact that she was buried in a remote, desolate cemetery, a "White Tiger Carrying a Corpse"—a place considered extremely inauspicious. The White Tiger on the right side of the mountain is inherently very ominous, and it had already opened its mouth. In feng shui, there is a saying: "The White Tiger must not open its mouth, for if it does, it will surely carry a corpse." This inauspicious place prevented other evil spirits from invading and destroying Shen Caihua's body and fetus.

It just so happened that when the farmer Shen Tianhu's wife was eight or nine months pregnant, she passed by this place and sat down to rest next to Shen Caihua's grave. All the conditions were met. Shen Caihua's extremely yin fetal energy did not even avoid the midday when the yang energy was at its peak. It emerged from the cracks in the soil, crawled into Shen Tianhu's wife's lower body through her trouser leg, and entered her womb. The ghost fetus was finally born.

Shen Tianhu's wife was carrying a girl, while Shen Caihua was carrying a boy. The ghostly fetus began to invade and devour the original fetus's nervous and reproductive systems, attempting a sex change, which was not yet complete.

This ghostly infant was bloodthirsty, having drained so many chickens in one night; its future was undoubtedly limitless—truly a once-in-a-century bloodsucking infant.

Wu Daoming thought, "I must help this ghostly infant; I absolutely cannot let Dr. Zhu and these worldly people ruin this once-in-a-century ghostly infant." Having made up his mind, Wu Daoming said to everyone, "I have some personal matters to attend to, so I won't bother you any longer. Farewell." He cupped his hands and left.

Dr. Zhu took out his medicine box, slung it over his shoulder, and said to Shen Tianhu, "Let's go, I'll go with you to take a look."

Shen Tianhu got up, his fear gradually fading.

Liu Jinmo stepped forward and volunteered, "Dr. Zhu, I'll go with you; it'll be good to have someone to look after you if anything happens."

Dr. Zhu couldn't refuse and had to agree.

"Hansheng, take good care of Lan'er's family at home," his father instructed him as he left.

Dr. Zhu and Liu Jinmo hurried away with Shen Tianhu.

Hansheng felt uneasy. He had been present during the delivery that night and noticed the blood-covered infant give him a strange smile. He hadn't paid much attention then, and the matter had faded from his memory. Now, recalling it, when the child opened its mouth, he seemed to see two rows of tiny, white teeth. Yes, how could a newborn baby smile? How could it have teeth? And it had drunk so much chicken blood—it was truly bizarre. Could it really be a ghost baby, as his father had said?

Sigh, nonsense. Hansheng smiled and went to visit the Shanren family in the west room.

Shen Tianhu seemed to be mentally collapsing, staggering as he walked. Liu Jinmo grabbed his arm to help him steady himself.

Less than an hour later, they passed by the desolate graveyard.

"Huh?" Dr. Zhu noticed that the area around Shen Caihua's dug-out grave was swarming with thousands of mole crickets.

Everyone stopped, staring in astonishment at the busy dogs. What were they doing?

Mole crickets, also known as lizard crickets, have compound eyes, are adept at walking backwards, and are used in traditional Chinese medicine. Dr. Zhu walked to the edge of the pit and peered inside, seeing them moving soil particles, seemingly burying something.

"What's that?" Dr. Zhu asked, pointing to something sticking out of the pit.

Shen Tianhu jumped down into the pit and pulled out the object—an old burlap sack. Dr. Zhu examined it closely and noticed dried bloodstains and white stains on the sack.

Just then, the stray dogs swarmed over Shen Tianhu, their brown fur moving incredibly fast. They tore and bit at his flesh with their triangular, digging-like forepaws. Shen Tianhu howled, his body becoming unrecognizable. In

this critical moment, Liu Jinmo silently leaped into the air, reaching out to grab him and lift him two zhang away, throwing him onto the grass. He then snatched the burlap sack and tossed it into the grave.

The stray dogs scrambled off Shen Tianhu and pounced on the sack, burying him again.

Shen Tianhu was now completely naked, his body covered in blood from the serrated forepaws of the frenzied dogs.

Dr. Zhu rushed forward, opened his medical kit, and began cleaning, disinfecting, and bandaging Shen Tianhu's wounds.

These mongrel dogs seemed almost twice the size of ordinary dogs, with blood-red eyes and much sharper serrated feet. Why were they attacking Shen Tianhu so fiercely?

"The bloodstains and white stains on that burlap sack might belong to the tomb's owner. It feels very yin energy; I wonder whose it is?" Liu Jinmo said.

Dr. Zhu sighed, "That's Shen Caihua's tomb." "

So, that burlap sack is related to this person named Shen Caihua. So many celestial ants would be attracted to her yin energy; this person is indeed extraordinary," Liu Jinmo said.

Yes, maybe it's a yin corpse, Dr. Zhu thought anxiously.

After treating Shen Tianhu's injuries, Dr. Zhu stood up and said, "Let's go; we'll be there once we're out of that bamboo grove."

Liu Jinmo helped Shen Tianhu, and the three of them walked through the bamboo grove to the front of Shen Tianhu's thatched house.

Standing outside the gate was Shen's wife, her expression blank, her eyes staring blankly at a corner of the yard.

In the corner of the yard was a chicken coop, made of bamboo and thatched with straw. Several dead chickens lay scattered inside, each with a bite wound on its neck, their feathers stained with blood.

Shen Caihua sat naked in the coop, his fair skin stained crimson with blood. Hearing footsteps, he slowly turned his head. His dark pupils were almost entirely devoid of white, and his small, red-lipped mouth gave Dr. Zhu and the others a sinister smile, revealing two rows of blood-red teeth… Dr. Zhu felt a chill run down his spine; this was undoubtedly a ghost.

“Dr. Zhu, what should we do?” Shen Tianhu pleaded, enduring the pain.

Dr. Zhu pondered, “Let me think of some medicine to calm him down. Let’s get him out first.”

“I’ll try to carry him out.” Shen Tianhu slowly walked over and gently reached into the coop… “Hiss…” Shen Caihua jerked his head away, opened his mouth, and bit the outstretched finger, hissing menacingly at the same time.

Shen Tianhu quickly withdrew his hand, narrowly avoiding being bitten.

Liu Jinmo asked Dr. Zhu, "Should I knock him out?"

Dr. Zhu nodded, reminding him, "The child is too small; be gentle."

Liu Jinmo nodded, approached the chicken coop, and gently pressed his finger against the infant's acupoint on his waist, a silent and lightning-fast touch.

Shen Caihua opened his small mouth to bite, but it was too late; his whole body went numb, and he fell into a deep sleep. Chapter 48 Liu Jinmo gently lifted Shen Caihua from the chicken coop, and everyone went inside.

Dr. Zhu instructed Shen's wife to immediately fetch some hot water, which she quickly did.

Dr. Zhu asked, "Mr. Liu, how long will he sleep?"

Liu Jinmo replied, "I will use the gentlest technique; he will wake up in an hour. If you require, you can wake him immediately."

Dr. Zhu waved his hand, saying, "Let him sleep; I need to consider how to treat him."

The hot water arrived, and Dr. Zhu tested the temperature before beginning to clean the blood from the infant's body.

Shen Caihua slept soundly with his eyes closed as Dr. Zhu carefully washed away the bloodstains. Actually, the child was quite good-looking. When he reached the lower body, looking at the little guy's round belly, he wondered how much chicken blood he had drunk.

Shen Caihua's penis had grown considerably since a few days ago, and his testicles had emerged, wrinkled and resembling small walnuts.

Shen Tianhu, trembling, asked from the side, "Will this child drink human blood in the future?"

Dr. Zhu pondered for a long time before solemnly saying, "Tianhu, there are some things I cannot hide from you, because doing so would be dangerous. I think this matter arose because your wife went to the desolate graveyard after becoming pregnant. Shen Caihua's new grave is located in a place of 'white tiger carrying a corpse,' which is a major taboo in feng shui. Furthermore, Shen Caihua must have suffered great injustice in her life. If she committed suicide, her resentment remained unresolved, and the yin energy protected the fetus, causing the fetal energy to linger for a period of time after her death."

Your wife was eight or nine months pregnant with a baby girl. Her body was weak and her blood and qi were deficient, making her extremely susceptible to wind, cold, and yin energy. When she passed by Shen Caihua's grave, she was invaded by Shen Caihua's extremely yin fetal energy, causing miscarriage. Therefore, she had a prolonged labor. Later, I used medicine to expel the yin evil, thinking it would remove it, but it didn't work, leading to this situation today. Alas…”

Dr. Zhu didn't know that the medicine he used was only a traditional Chinese medicine remedy for expelling evil. To treat someone like Shen Caihua… A miscarriage imbued with intense resentment is useless, hence the prolonged labor.

Later, Han Sheng secretly changed the medicine, replacing it with a formula from the *Qing Nang Jing* for expelling a ghost fetus, using a local dog as the medicine and water from the Bantian River as a guide. This should have eliminated Shen Caihua's miscarriage in one fell swoop, but unfortunately, the Bantian River was impure, containing mosquito larvae, which negated the effect of the guide. In the end, the child was delivered, but the ghost fetus wasn't eliminated; instead, it became even more powerful, something Han Sheng hadn't anticipated.

"What should we do?" Shen Tianhu and his wife exchanged dismayed glances.

"There's always a way," someone outside laughed. Everyone inside looked anxiously, and saw Wu Daoming enter with a beaming smile, followed by Zhu Biao.

"Why are you here?" Dr. Zhu asked curiously.

Wu Daoming smiled and said, "Zhu Biao, the child's godfather heard about it and was worried, so he came to visit."

Zhu Biao's anxiety was palpable. He hurriedly asked, "How is the child?" Dr.

Zhu replied, "We are trying to find a solution."

Wu Daoming said, "This infant was invaded by yin energy in the later stages of pregnancy, and it has now taken shape. It cannot be expelled by ordinary medicine."

Seeing that what he said made sense, Dr. Zhu asked, "Mr. Wu, do you have a solution?"

Wu Daoming laughed and said, "I have been in Lingnan for decades and my reputation is not undeserved. Of course, I have a way."

Shen Tianhu said anxiously, "Since Mr. Wu has a solution, please tell us quickly."

Wu Daoming said unhurriedly, "Since the Song and Yuan dynasties, it has been popular for official families in the ancient Huizhou area to build temples and Taoist monasteries and entrust monks and Taoist priests to worship their ancestors. In fact, these temples and Taoist monasteries are essentially disguised clan temples.

Among them, the famous Huang and Meng clans in Wuyuan built two temples and six monasteries during the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty to worship their ancestors. The incense has been passed down from generation to generation, and the worship has never stopped." These temples and monasteries were eliminated years ago as part of the "Four Olds" of feudalism, but a small nunnery called "Nameless Nunnery" remained. The reason it survived is because of its abbess, an old nun without a name.

This old nun lives a secluded life, never revealing her true face to anyone, so few people in the Wuyuan area know her, and those who do never speak of her. As the saying goes, true masters don't reveal their abilities; the old nun possesses a special ability: exorcising ghosts, whether it's inner demons or possession. People from the provincial capital and even Beijing have secretly come to her for exorcisms and cures.

Dr. Zhu shook his head, puzzled, "I've never heard of this before. How could Mr. Wu, who came all the way from Lingnan, know so much about it?"

"Someone from Hong Kong came to Wuyuan specifically to see her," Wu Daoming said.

Shen Tianhu asked Dr. Zhu, "Dr. Zhu, is what Mr. Wu said true? Is it really incurable?" "

Dr. Zhu looked ashamed and said, "I haven't thought of a suitable prescription yet."

"Old Wu, please take me to that old nun right away," Shen Tianhu pleaded, grabbing Wu Daoming's sleeve.

"No trouble at all, shall we set off immediately?" Wu Daoming said.

"Right away," Shen Tianhu replied instantly, glancing at Dr. Zhu.

"Tianhu, I understand your feelings, let's go and try," Dr. Zhu said sympathetically.

"The acupoints will release on their own in an hour," Liu Jinmo said coldly to Shen Tianhu.

Wu Daoming bowed and took his leave. Shen Tianhu, carrying the unconscious Shen Caihua, hurriedly followed behind, and Zhu Biao also greeted them and followed.

"Sigh, let's go too." "Dr. Zhu sighed, packed his medicine box, and told Liu Jinmo to leave the Shen family.

On the way back to Nanshan Village, Dr. Zhu remained silent.

Wu Daoming led them southwest, ate lunch near Wuyuan County, and then headed for Wengong Mountain. Shen Tianhu was injured, so his godfather Zhu Biao carried him the whole way.

During this time, the time came, and Shen Caihua's acupoints were released. He opened his eyes, saw Zhu Biao, gave him a strange smile, closed his eyes, and pretended to fall asleep again. Wengong Mountain

, also known as "Nine Old Hibiscus Mountain", is named after the ancestral tomb of Zhu Xi buried on its mountainside. The area is covered with broad-leaved trees and lush forests. It is 60 li east of Wuyuan County. In the spring of the 20th year of Shaoxing in the Southern Song Dynasty (1150), when Zhu Xi returned to his hometown to sweep the tomb for the first time, he personally planted 24 fir trees." The tree, symbolizing the "Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars," has stood for over eight hundred years, its ancient branches reaching for the sky.

At the foot of the mountain lies a small village nestled by a stream, behind which is a grove of old camphor trees, their trunks so thick that several people could barely encircle them, their gnarled branches like umbrellas, retaining their ancient charm. The nameless nunnery sits amidst this grove, a three-courtyard complex with blue bricks and tiles, flying eaves and horse-head walls, and a bright blue stone platform—a typical Hui-style building.

Wu Daoming stepped forward and knocked on the door. A moment later, an elderly nun opened it, inquired about their purpose, and ushered them inside.

The courtyard was paved with blue bricks and very clean, with some unidentified herbs planted in the flowerbeds. They were led into the main hall, where the old nun brewed a pot of flower tea, filling the air with a faint fragrance.

The old nun said, "The abbess is meditating in the back hall. Please, a benefactor, accompany me to see the abbess." Wu

Daoming instructed Zhu Biao and Shen Tianhu to wait, then rose and followed the old nun through the main hall into the nunnery.

The hall was dimly lit, filled with the scent of sandalwood. An elderly nun with white hair sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, her eyes slightly closed, meditating.

"What brings you here, benefactor?" the white-haired nun asked clearly without lifting her eyelids.

Wu Daoming smiled slightly and said, "Wu Daoming from Lingnan has come to see an old friend." The white-

haired nun was startled, opened her eyes, and stared at Wu Daoming. After a long while, she spoke, "Yes, it's been almost ten years since we parted at the nunnery."

"Ten years, Nameless Abbess," Wu Daoming replied.

"Has that young master Dong, who came with you ten years ago, never relapsed?" Nameless Abbess asked.

Wu Daoming said, "He hasn't relapsed in ten years, and he's now a famous shipowner."

"That's excellent. What brings you here today, Mr. Wu?" "The nun said, gesturing for the elderly nun to leave.

Wu Daoming cleared his throat and solemnly asked, "May I ask, nun, how many years have you been in this nunnery?"

"Fifty years," the nameless nun replied.

"In these fifty years, have you ever seen a real vampire infant?" Wu Daoming asked.

The nun hesitated for a moment before answering, "For decades, I've only been dealing with unclean things; I haven't seen a real vampire infant."

Wu Daoming chuckled, "He's right outside."

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The nameless nun was startled and asked doubtfully, "A real vampire infant?"

"Last night, he sucked the blood of more than ten chickens, and think about it, he's not even a month old yet! This is a once-in-a-century occurrence!" Wu Daoming said excitedly.

The nun calmly said, "Mr. Wu, what do you mean?"

Wu Daoming chuckled, "I think the nun understands what I mean."

The nameless nun stared sharply at Wu Daoming without saying a word.

“Master, such a rare encounter in this lifetime is too precious to be wasted. My suggestion is that you and I raise this ghost infant together. If any external interference is discovered, we will work together to remove it, ensuring its healthy and happy growth. What do you say? Of course, we will take special precautions to prevent the ghost infant from harming humans,” Wu Daoming said.

The nun pondered for a moment and said, “I must see him in person before we discuss this.”

Wu Daoming said, “Very well, then please have a look, Master.” He knew in his heart that no one in the world could resist such a once-in-a-lifetime temptation, especially since the nun was a Buddhist nun. Why hadn’t she shaved her head? Her views must be different from those of worldly monks.

The nameless nun stood up and left the nunnery with Wu Daoming, arriving at the reception hall. Shen Tianhu and Zhu Biao quickly rose to greet her.

The nun’s hawk-like eyes were fixed on the face of the baby in Zhu Biao’s arms.

Shen Caihua slowly opened his eyes, staring intently at the white-haired old nun. His dark pupils focused and dilated, pushing the whites of his eyes to the corners. He grinned, revealing two rows of tiny, white teeth... "So adorable!" The nun smiled and gently stroked the baby's pink cheek, praising him repeatedly.

Suddenly, Shen Caihua bit down, startling everyone.

The nun calmly pried open his mouth with two fingers, preventing Shen Caihua from biting down. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The nun glanced at the baby's mouth, nodded in satisfaction, and withdrew her fingers.

Shen Caihua glared at the white-haired old nun with venomous eyes.

"Mr. Wu, please come with me." The nun turned and walked away, Wu Daoming following closely behind, returning to the nunnery.

"Alright, what do you need the old nun for?" the nun asked calmly.

"Please remove the interference, nun," Wu Daoming said.

"Who is that person?" the nun asked.

“Liu Jinmo from Qingtian,” Wu Daoming said calmly.

Chapter 49.

Dr. Zhu returned to Nanshan Village with Liu Jinmo, looking dejected.

From afar, the rich aroma of cooking meat wafted from the thatched hut. In the yard, Benben, carrying a large bone, didn't even lift his eyelids when Dr. Zhu returned.

Inside the house, Hansheng and Lan'er were happily cutting pork. The door to the west room was closed, and Wu Chushan and Hexiang seemed to have unspoken feelings to share.

Dr. Zhu went into the east room with his head down. Hansheng

pulled Liu Jinmo aside and asked, “What happened to my father? Was the treatment not going well?”

Liu Jinmo whispered, “The baby seems to be possessed. He sat in the chicken coop and drank a lot of chicken blood. Dr. Zhu couldn't think of a good solution for the time being, so Wu Daoming took the Shen family children to Wuyuan to find an unknown old nun to exorcise the demon. Therefore, Dr. Zhu might be a little worried.”

Oh, I see. Hansheng felt relieved upon hearing this. What was so difficult about that? The *Corpse Clothes Sutra* has many methods for warding off evil.

"That child is so cute," Lan'er said from the side.

"Hansheng, come here for a moment," came the call from Wu Chushanren in the west room.

Hansheng wiped his hands and pushed open the door to the west room.

Uncle Shanren and Lan'er's mother looked at him with smiles on their faces.

"Hansheng, do you like Lan'er?" Shanren asked.

Hansheng blushed and nodded gently.

"Are you willing to marry her?" Shanren asked again.

Han Sheng's heart pounded, and his face flushed even more, but he still said loudly, "I am willing to marry Lan'er."

Wu Chushan smiled and said, "Child, you've gone through a lot. Without you, how could our family be reunited? You saved our whole family, and we can't express our gratitude enough. We just hope we can live together forever. But I don't know what your father thinks. We are a family in distress, and it's hard for us to say. Why don't you go and ask him?"

Han Sheng said, his face still red, "Uncle Shanren, if you hadn't saved my life at the bottom of the cliff, how could I be alive now? I should be grateful to you. I'll go and ask my father right now."

Han Sheng went to the east room and saw his father talking to Liu Jinmo.

"Father, I want to marry Lan'er," he said, his face still red.

His father was taken aback, but immediately understood. A smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Child, Lan'er is a good girl. You and she have been through thick and thin together. I'm sure she will treat you well in the future."

"So you agree?" Han Sheng was overjoyed.

The father smiled slightly and said, "Of course I agree. But you're only twenty years old now, still young. We can arrange the marriage first, and then get married later. Besides, whether or not to go to the capital is still undecided, and there are many unpredictable things ahead."

"Father, are you willing to let us go to the capital together?" Han Sheng asked.

"I'm afraid we'll be stepping into a dragon's den or a tiger's lair," the father said worriedly. Dinner was very sumptuous; stewed pork was served directly in a large basin. Han Sheng specially went to Li Lao Er's house to get some liquor, and everyone's cup was filled.

Doctor Zhu happily raised his glass and said, "Today is a double celebration for our family. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival on the fifteenth of August, a day for family reunion. Lan'er's family has been separated for nearly twenty years, and today they are finally reunited. Also, Han Sheng and Lan'er are engaged today, so this can be considered an engagement celebration."

Doctor Zhu and Wu Chushan frequently clinked glasses, and Han Sheng and Lan'er were both overjoyed. Liu Jinmo, because he had to treat a patient that night, obeyed Han Sheng's request and did not drink a drop of alcohol.

The commotion lasted until late Hai hour (9-11 PM) before everyone went back inside to rest.

At Zi hour (11 PM-1 AM), Han Sheng began treating Liu Jinmo. The two went to the fields outside the courtyard. The moonlight was like water, and a misty fog hung in the air. Liu Jinmo felt a little nervous

. "Are you a virgin?" Han Sheng asked.

Liu Jinmo recalled his days in the capital and sadly shook his head.

"Alright then, use mine," Han Sheng said.

Han Sheng went to a tree, spread some old newspapers on the ground, and then unbuckled his belt and squatted on the newspapers. A moment later, with two farts, "human urine" came out. Han Sheng looked down, realized it wasn't enough, and with another push, everything in his stomach poured out.

Liu Jinmo almost vomited. The saying goes, the more delicious the food, the smellier the stool—it's absolutely true.

After wiping his bottom and fastening his belt, Han Sheng began preparing the medicine.

The old Buddhist robes at home had already been roasted into powder, ready to be used in medicine. The *Qing Nang Jing* (a classic text on medicine) requires the whole placenta to be used, and coincidentally, Shen Caihua's placenta had just been air-dried and hadn't been roasted into powder yet, making it perfect for use.

Han Sheng spread the placenta on the ground, then used a small wooden stick to apply the warm "human urine yellow" (a traditional Chinese medicine) to it… "Take off your pants," Han Sheng instructed.

Liu Jinmo obediently took off his trousers and underwear, revealing his genitals

. In the moonlight, his pubic area was covered with thick, grayish-white pubic hair over a foot long. "Look, this long hair is the result of yin energy invading the yang meridian. If it's not treated in time, it will grow even longer," Han Sheng explained.

Liu Jinmo nodded repeatedly, completely impressed.

"Next, you will wrap the Buddhist robe coated with human urine yellow around your testicles," Han Sheng instructed.

"This…" Liu Jinmo almost fainted upon hearing this.

Han Sheng said solemnly, "The more impurities and filth are buried in the human body, the higher the therapeutic effect."

Liu Jinmo recalled Han Sheng's bizarre method of treating the "Ice Man's" terminal illness. Gritting his teeth, he lifted the placenta with one hand and parted the pubic hair with the other, slapping the still-warm human urine powder all over his genitals with a "smack." Han Sheng quickly wrapped Liu Jinmo's genitals and buttocks with bandages, then said with satisfaction, "After twelve hours, the stitches can be removed."

Liu Jinmo smiled bitterly, hoping that this virgin human urine powder could completely cure his monthly hemorrhage.

Han Sheng overlooked the fact that it was a ghost fetus's "Buddha's robe."

Back in the east room of the thatched hut, Liu Jinmo insisted on sleeping in the woodshed. Han Sheng couldn't persuade him otherwise and had to let him.

Liu Jinmo lay on his back on the woodpile, unable to fall asleep for a while.

Han Sheng's treatment was indeed somewhat disgusting, but if it could cure his long-standing ailment, what did a little disgust matter? Even so, the thought of the human urine powder still made him want to vomit.

A slight warmth spread through his groin, and he felt a warm, pure energy slowly rising from his testicles, gradually seeping into his dantian. He knew this was the medicinal power of the human urine extract and the Buddhist robe taking effect.

Liu Jinmo drifted off to sleep in a state of blissful comfort. In his dream, he was holding an adorable baby with a rosy cheek and a smooth, white bottom. He turned the baby around; it was a boy with a small penis. The baby opened its mouth, and he pressed his firm chest against it, biting down on his nipple. He felt a warmth in his chest, and upon closer inspection, he saw that the baby's mouth was bright red, revealing two rows of sharp teeth—it was sucking his blood… In the dream, Liu Jinmo treated the baby with intense yet tender maternal love. In reality, he was unaware that some substance from the demonic fetus's Buddhist robe was invading his body.

Following the formula in the *Qing Nang Jing* and incorporating the exorcising principles of the *Shi Yi Jing*, Han Sheng used the boy's philtrum extract, aided by a Buddhist kasaya, to expel the yin poison that had lingered in Liu Jinmo's Yangwei and Yangqiao meridians for years. However, because the kasaya was made from the placenta of the ghost infant Shen Caihua, it also introduced Shen Caihua's resentful fetal energy while expelling the yin poison.

Liu Jinmo, a martial arts prodigy, developed a maternal affection for a vampire infant due to a twist of fate, as if the ghost infant were his own child.

He awoke, startled from his dream, his intense maternal instincts carrying Shen Caihua's scent… He saw a black figure flash by, carrying the aura of an infant.

He leaped up and, like a ghost, silently drifted out of the thatched hut.

At the east end of the village, on the dirt road, lay a basket. Liu Jinmo's heart warmed, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Under the bright moonlight, a baby sat in the basket—it was Shen Caihua. The baby saw Liu Jinmo, its eyes suddenly widening, its black pupils dilating, then it stretched out two chubby little hands and uttered a sound like "Mama."

Liu Jinmo rushed forward, ready to take the baby in the basket.

"Wait, Qingtian Liu Jinmo?" someone suddenly said, their voice soft and extremely feminine.

Under the moonlight, on the dirt road, stood a white-haired old nun.

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In the shadow behind a large tree stood Wu Daoming, dressed in black, silently watching Zhu Biao and Shen Tianhu lying at his feet, already unconscious from pressure points.

"Who are you?" Liu Jinmo stopped, asking in confusion.

"Nameless old nun of the Nameless Temple," the white-haired old nun replied.

Liu Jinmo snorted coldly and said, "Since you've already shaved your head, why do you still have hair?"

The old nun chuckled sinisterly, "That's why I'm called 'Nameless Old Nun.'"

"What brings you here, Master?" Liu Jinmo asked, glancing affectionately at the baby. This naturally didn't escape the nameless nun's sharp, hawk-like eyes.

"Oh, so Liu Jinmo from Qingtian actually likes children?" the nun said coldly.

Liu Jinmo felt a warmth in his heart, his love overflowing. He said, "The hearts of parents are all the same. Ten months of pregnancy and one day of childbirth—how could they not love their own child?"

The white-haired old nun looked at Liu Jinmo with suspicion.

Liu Jinmo continued, "Your own flesh and blood, your adorable little mouth nestled in my arms, suckling my milk—you don't understand how joyful that feeling is..." As he spoke, he walked towards Shen Caihua.

"Wait," the white-haired old nun stopped Liu Jinmo. "Qingtian Liu Jinmo, I know you're someone important, but how can you pretend to be crazy and try to fool this old nun? Enough nonsense, take this!"

Before she finished speaking, the nameless nun's figure blurred, and she lunged forward, weakly striking out with a palm, seemingly without any strength.

Liu Jinmo was shocked. He recognized it at a glance as the "Shadowless Yin Palm," a technique that struck fear into the hearts of martial artists during the Republican era. His master, Mei Yiying, had demonstrated this palm technique and told him to be careful whenever he encountered someone using it while traveling the martial world. "Shadowless Yin Palm

," Liu Jinmo blurted out, leaping away hastily.

"Qingtian Liu Jinmo, you are indeed quite knowledgeable. This old nun has not shown her face in the martial world for decades, yet she was still recognized the moment she made a move." The white-haired old nun said, striking out with both palms simultaneously, her body also weakly leaning forward.

Master once said that the Shadowless Palm technique is imperceptible, as its true energy originates entirely from the Yin meridians. In reality, anyone within a few feet of its force can be affected, as the Yin energy invades the eight extraordinary meridians, making it extremely insidious. If encountered, it should be countered with a hidden fingernail.

Liu Jinmo leaped backward, pointing a dark light in mid-air towards the white-haired nun's vital point on her chest. The nun was enraged, shouting, "Shameless!" She then lightly clapped her hand, causing the fingernail to miss its mark, grazing her clothes.

Liu Jinmo, having missed with his first finger, immediately extended his right hand, his remaining four fingernails shooting out rapidly. Two aimed at the nun's breasts, while the other two flew towards her abdomen.

The white-haired nun, who had roamed the martial world for decades, had never suffered such humiliation. She roared, her white hair standing on end like harp strings. With a series of sharp, snapping sounds, dozens of strands of her hair were severed by her inner energy, shooting towards Liu Jinmo like a barrage of white arrows.

Liu Jinmo was terrified and hurriedly leaped back, but it was too late. More than ten strands of white hair had already struck his lower abdomen and groin. He felt a numbness in his lower body and collapsed to the ground.

Three of his four fingernails were swept away by the hair, and the remaining one struck the nun's right breast acupoint, paralyzing the right side of her body, rendering her unable to move.

"Haha, Liu Jinmo of Qingtian, how dare you humiliate me! You'll pay for this old nun's life!" The white-haired old nun swayed her left side, lunging forward, her left palm rising and softly striking down on Liu Jinmo's head... Liu Jinmo sat on the ground, powerless to retaliate, forced to watch helplessly as she died under the white-haired old nun's "Shadowless Palm."

Under the shade of a large tree by the roadside, Wu Daoming smiled.

Just then, the baby in the basket in the middle of the road leaped out, calling "Mama," and lunged at the white-haired old nun's back, opening its small mouth and biting the back of her neck... The white-haired old nun was startled, instinctively slapping her left palm, which was aimed at Liu Jinmo, back towards her neck in mid-air.

"No!" Wu Daoming shouted urgently from under the tree, releasing a Yin-Yang cone he had hidden in his palm—a weapon he had prepared to use to help the nameless nun in a moment of crisis.

The Yin-Yang Cone pierced through the air, embedding itself in the old nun's left wrist… The white-haired nun's left hand drooped, her angry eyes fixed on Wu Daoming, who had emerged from beneath the tree.

"Wu Daoming? It's you." Liu Jinmo was startled, immediately realizing that Wu Daoming had been manipulating everything behind the scenes.

"Of course it's me," Wu Daoming chuckled, then turned to the nun and said, "Nun, you mustn't harm the ghost infant, or all our efforts will be in vain?"

The nun nodded helplessly, staring with disgust at the Yin-Yang cone on her left wrist, its end still curled.

Wu Daoming reached out to pick up the ghost infant Shen Caihua, but the baby bit down hard and refused to let go, blood seeping from its teeth. Wu Daoming had no choice but to press a pressure point on Shen Caihua's waist to induce sleep, and the ghost infant released its mouth and fell asleep.

Liu Jinmo, seeing Wu Daoming actually harm the child, felt immense heartache and shouted, "Wu Daoming,

how could you bear to harm a child?" Wu Daoming couldn't help but wonder why this ruthless and vicious Liu Jinmo was showing pity for a child. Regardless, keeping him alive was a threat, detrimental to the ghost infant's growth. Besides, given Liu Jinmo's martial arts skills, if he didn't kill him now, there would be no other chance. Thinking this, his killing intent rose.

"Liu Jinmo, you've done so many bad things, the government is after you. Rather than being caught and executed by the government, I'd rather send you on your way now." Wu Daoming gathered his strength in his arm, preparing to finish him off with a single blow.

"What are you doing? Making such a racket in the middle of the night?" Several people walked up from the road; it was Han Sheng, Wu Chushan, and Doctor Zhu.

The mountain village was quiet in the dead of night, and this fight woke up the people in the thatched hut.

"Hey, Liu Jinmo, what's wrong? Wu Daoming is here too, and so is Shen Caihua." Han Sheng looked at the scene in surprise, especially noticing the white-haired old nun beside them.

At this moment, Wu Daoming looked extremely embarrassed.

"Oh, it's like this, we came back from Wengong Mountain, and the nameless nun wanted to spar with Liu Jinmo. They both belong to the Yin-Yang school, but in the end, the outcome was inconclusive, and we disturbed your peaceful sleep. I'm really sorry." Wu Daoming made up an excuse.

Doctor Zhu said, "Is this nun the skilled exorcist from Wuyuan?"

Wu Daoming replied, "Indeed, let me introduce you. This is Nun Wuming, and this is Doctor Zhu from Nanshan Village."

Doctor Zhu bowed and said, "Nurse Wuming, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Nun Wuming nodded slightly.

"Alas, you two seem to be quite badly injured," Wu Chushanren said as he approached.

Liu Jinmo, sitting on the ground, said, "Nurse Wuming's 'Shadowless Palm' is unparalleled, and these silver thread hidden weapons are truly formidable. I admire you."

"Liu Jinmo from Qingtian is indeed worthy of his reputation. To be able to use fingernails as hidden weapons is truly unique in the martial arts world, but his movements are too frivolous," Nun Wuming retorted.

Seeing that things were going well, Wu Daoming laughed and said, "That's enough for today. If you two are interested, we can find another opportunity to compete. Brother Shanren, why don't you take Liu Jinmo back to the house to heal his injuries? I'll take care of the nun, how about that?"

Wu Chushanren nodded and said, "That's perfect."

"The child..." Liu Jinmo felt a pang of sorrow.

Wu Daoming continued, "Don't worry about the child, the nun will exorcise the evil spirit for him. Shen Tianhu and Zhu Biao are resting behind the tree over there. See you another day."

Doctor Zhu bid farewell to the nun, and Wu Chushanren took Liu Jinmo and returned to Doctor Zhu's house.

"Actually, this child's illness is quite easy to cure," Han Sheng said, looking at the ghost infant in Wu Daoming's hands.

"No need, the nun is already here, there won't be any problems," Wu Daoming smiled at Han Sheng.

Han Sheng said, "If you need me, just let me know." With that, he left.

The nameless nun asked Wu Daoming, "I need a place to heal."

"It's in the north of the village, at Zhu Biao's house," Wu Daoming said, walking to a large tree. He pointed to Zhu Biao and Shen Tianhu, telling them to hold the child, while he carried the nameless nun on his back.

"Pull that thing out of you," the nun said.

Chapter 51:

Inside the three thatched huts of Zhu Biao's house in the north of the village.

The nameless nun lay on the bed, saying to Wu Daoming, "Liu Jinmo's unique hidden weapon from Qingtian is indeed powerful, impossible to defend against. My right Qimen acupoint has been severely injured, and the entire Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian is numb. This is the first and most important acupoint on the Liver Meridian, the main point for expelling dampness. I'm afraid we need to open it up quickly."

Wu Daoming pondered. He knew that the Qimen acupoint was located below the nipple, at the sixth rib. If he helped the nun open it, he would have to press his palm tightly against her nipple. The nun was an outsider; how could he be so careless?

Just as he was hesitating, he heard the nun sigh, "For those of us in the martial world, injuries and healing are commonplace. Why be so indecisive? Just do it."

Seeing that the nun showed no anger, Wu Daoming no longer hesitated and placed his palm on her right breast. He immediately felt a soft, elastic touch. Wu Daoming, a virgin for sixty years, had never been with a woman before, and his heart was pounding like a deer's, his cheeks flushed, and he felt a surge of spring fever.

"What are you doing?" the nun asked shyly.

"Oh, I'm circulating my qi." Wu Daoming was startled, only then realizing that his palm had been pressed down for a long time. His face flushed, and he immediately channeled his true qi.

Qimen acupoint, Qi means rendezvous, and Men means gate or entrance. The damp qi of the middle part of the sky enters the liver meridian through this gate. This acupoint is neither yin nor yang, neither cold nor hot. It is the Mu point of the liver meridian, and Mu means anticipation, hence the name Qimen.

Wu Daoming's virgin energy was already quite strong, and with Han Sheng opening his Ren and Du meridians, his innate energy was abundant, continuously flowing into the nun's Qimen acupoint. The nun was secretly amazed; she hadn't expected Wu Daoming's innate energy from Lingnan to be so warm and pure. She didn't know this was due to his sixty years of virginity.

"Old Wu, I'll go cook," Zhu Biao said softly.

Wu Daoming nodded, and Zhu Biao went to the kitchen to busy himself.

Shen Tianhu, holding the baby, also dozed off.

After nearly half an hour, the nun felt that the Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian was completely open, but she didn't say anything, instead continuing to let his palm press on her right breast.

Wu Daoming also hoped this injury would heal for a long time; it was a feeling he had never experienced before, both novel and stimulating.

"Time to eat," Zhu Biao called in his ear.

"Not hungry," Wu Daoming replied absentmindedly.

Later, it did indeed take too long, and both Wu Daoming and the nun felt embarrassed, so they ended the healing session.

After dinner, it was already dawn.

Shen Tianhu asked anxiously, "Master, when will the exorcism begin?"

Wu Daoming replied, "Don't rush, Master has a plan. Now, Master, you should first check the surroundings."

Wu Daoming and the Master walked across the pond and arrived at the old locust tree.

"The yin energy here is so heavy," the Master said, wrinkling her nose.

"Yes, this pond is square, facing the main gate with malevolent energy. The setting sun's reflection in the house is like a blood basin reflecting in a mirror, a sign of great misfortune. Fortunately, above the main gate hangs a portrait of a general in military uniform, whose protective energy suppresses the malevolent energy," Wu Daoming said.

"Mr. Wu, what do you intend to do about the ghost infant?" the Master asked, her sharp eyes fixed on Wu Daoming.

Wu Daoming thought for a moment and said, "We should find a way to leave the child with Zhu Biao. That way, it will be easier to control him. What do you think, Master?"

The Master smiled slightly and said, "I understand what you mean. Since we are all willing to raise the ghost infant, we must separate him from his parents."

The morning air was exceptionally crisp, and a white mist shrouded the bamboo forest in the distance, with birds chirping incessantly.

"Just ten days, ten days separated from his parents. The ten days after the full moon are the most crucial time for the ghost infant's growth," Wu Daoming said.

The Master remained silent.

Back at the thatched hut, Shen Tianhu hurriedly went to greet him and said, "The child is awake."

The infant, Shen Caihua, was sitting on the bed playing with Zhu Biao, occasionally giggling.

The nameless nun said to Shen Tianhu, "Your child is possessed by a ghost. This is the most serious case I've ever seen. Therefore, the exorcism will take ten days. During this period, the infant's parents must stay at least ten li away. How far is your home from here?"

Shen Tianhu replied, "Ten li away."

"In that case, you should go home for now. You are strictly forbidden from entering the ten-li area within ten days, lest the ghost infant detect you, and my exorcism will be in vain. Do you understand?" the nun explained. "

I understand. I will come back to pick up Shen Caihua in ten days. Thank you, nun." Shen Tianhu went to his son, touched his little face, felt a pang of sadness, turned and rushed out of the room.

Zhu Biao was overjoyed to learn that he could spend some time with Shen Caihua. He picked up Shen Caihua and went to the grave of Shen Caihua on the west side of the house to chat.

"Mr. Wu, this place is yin at night and yang during the day. The evil energy here is probably not good for the development of the ghost fetus," the nun said, pointing to the statue of the leader outside the gate.

Wu Daoming smiled and said, "What you say is absolutely right, Master. I have come all the way from Lingnan. Do you know why?"

"For the ghost infant," the Master replied.

"No, it is for the Taiji Yin Halo," Wu Daoming said with a slight smile.

The nameless Master was taken aback and said, "Taiji Yin Halo? The auspicious burial site that countless geomancers have dreamed of throughout history?"

"Exactly. It is somewhere along the Huangshan branch. I have been searching for over a month, but I still haven't found it," Wu Daoming said.

The Master said dismissively, "With your talent, Mr. Wu, the foremost geomancer of Lingnan, how could you not find the dragon's lair?"

Wu Daoming shook his head and sighed, "Master, you are unaware that the location where this Taiji Yin Halo forms is completely different from previous geomantic theories. I have tried all the methods of searching for dragons and burial sites throughout history, but I have found nothing and have no clue whatsoever."

"So, no one knows," the Master said thoughtfully.

“No, it’s precisely because some people know but refuse to reveal it that it’s infuriating,” Wu Daoming said.

The nun asked in surprise, “Who knows?”

Wu Daoming told her about the secret of Wolong Valley: Wu Chushan, to uphold the 600-year-old promise to Qingtian, had lived in seclusion in the valley for decades; he was the guardian of the Taiji Yin Aura. Also, Han Sheng might know, because he possessed two Taiji Eggs, which originated from the Taiji Aura, and their number was limited.

“Do you have any way to force them to tell us?” the nun asked.

Wu Daoming shook his head again, saying, “We no longer need them.”

“Why?” the nun asked in astonishment.

“Because we have the Ghost Infant; it will lead us to the Taiji Yin Aura.” Wu Daoming breathed a sigh of relief.

Hearing this, the nun finally understood Wu Daoming’s scheme, thinking, “This man is truly cunning and unfathomable.

” “What can this old nun do?” the nun said calmly.

"Please, Master, stay with me. My martial arts are only rudimentary, comparable to Wu Chushanren. If I encounter a peerless master like Liu Jinmo, I'll have no choice but to ask you for help," Wu Daoming explained.

"Why should I help you?" the nun asked coldly.

Wu Daoming said, "There are dozens of five-colored earth eggs (metal, wood, water, fire, earth) within the Taiji Yin Aura. They all belong to you, Master, and will become the treasures of the Nameless Nunnery."

The nun pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "And what about you, Mr. Wu? What is your purpose?"

"I want that acupoint," Wu Daoming smiled strangely.

Chapter 52

Liu Jinmo's injuries were severe. The Nameless Nunnery's white hair was extremely tough, each strand penetrating three-tenths of an inch into his flesh, covering his abdomen and lower body. Doctor Zhu carefully cut open Liu Jinmo's pants, revealing the wound. A sour, foul odor wafted out—the distinctive smell of Han Sheng's "human urine yellow."

"That white-haired old nun's hair has too much yin energy; it has already invaded Liu Jinmo's eight extraordinary meridians. Fortunately, his internal energy is also of the yin and soft type. Strange, it seems that it has absorbed some of it. Perhaps it's because of Han Sheng's medicine," Wu Chushan said, examining the wound.

Doctor Zhu, holding scissors, asked Han Sheng, "Han Sheng, when can you remove the medicine you applied?"

"Tonight at midnight," Han Sheng replied.

Doctor Zhu glanced out the window; it was already dawn. He then got up and said, "Let him sleep. We'll see tonight." The group left the east room and went to the kitchen, where Lan'er had already prepared breakfast.

After breakfast, Lan'er was tidying up the dishes when a group of people walked into the courtyard.

"Ha, little girl, what are you busy with?" The one leading the group was Meng Zhuqi, the director of the Nanshan Town Revolutionary Committee.

Dr. Zhu came out to greet him, saying, "Director Meng, is something wrong so early?"

Meng Zhuqi laughed and leaned closer, whispering, "Dr. Zhu, good news! The leaders in Beijing want us to come and see what difficulties we're facing in moving to Beijing. The organization is doing its best to help. Where's Hansheng?" He glanced into the house.

Hansheng came out, Lan'er standing behind him.

"Hansheng, the leaders want to hear your report. Have you decided yet? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" Meng Zhuqi exclaimed.

Hansheng looked at his father.

Dr. Zhu hesitated for a moment, then said, "Hansheng is too young and has never seen the world. Going to Beijing might cause trouble for the leaders. It's better for him to stay in Nanshan."

"Oh, Dr. Zhu, you're too modest. You probably don't know, but Hansheng is quite famous now. Going to Beijing is an honor for our Nanshan Town. Besides, you can accompany him; it'll be convenient to take care of him nearby," Meng Zhuqi comforted him.

Dr. Zhu asked, "What exactly does the Commander want Hansheng to do in Beijing?"

Meng Zhuqi was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Of course, he'll be a doctor and treat patients. The pay is very high, and life will be much better from now on."

Dr. Zhu smiled faintly and said, "Since it's about treating patients, it doesn't matter where you are. There are many hospitals in Beijing, and many experts in both Chinese and Western medicine. Our rural area lacks medical care and medicine. Staying here to treat the farmers is also a way to contribute to the revolution, isn't it?"

"Shh," Meng Zhuqi said mysteriously, "That's different. Those people in Beijing are all big shots. They risked their lives to build this red country, but people get sick, some even with terminal illnesses that can't be treated in Beijing. That's why they asked Han Sheng to come. Dr. Zhu, think about it, if those elderly people are cured, they can continue to work for the Party and the country, ensuring our country never changes color. What a contribution that is! How can a few farmers compare?" Dr. Zhu paused, then solemnly said to Meng Zhuqi, "What can a little Han Sheng do if even the big hospitals and experts in Beijing can't cure these diseases?" "You think you can cure it just by chance? The last time you cured the leader's illness, it was just a coincidence. What if you accidentally cure or kill those important figures? That would be a disaster! It's like an ancient emperor posting a notice summoning doctors from all over the country to the palace. What if one of them killed the emperor? Would he be able to leave alive? Director Meng, wouldn't you also bear responsibility then?"

Meng Zhuqi chuckled dismissively, "This is what the leader specifically ordered. It has nothing to do with me. I'm just following orders."

Han Sheng said, "I'm not going. That 'ice man syndrome' was just cured by chance, and it almost caused a disaster. I still feel scared thinking about it."

"Then go talk to the leader yourself. Also, Liu Jinmo is still here, right? Take him with you. If you refuse, Liu Jinmo will definitely die." Meng Zhuqi adopted an official tone.

This put Han Sheng in a difficult position. Although Liu Jinmo was a complex character, both righteous and wicked, after spending the past few days with him, he didn't seem like a bad person. Moreover, Liu Jinmo was currently seriously injured, and going to the county would certainly mean certain death. In other words, he would die because of Han Sheng. What could be done?

Dr. Zhu was also in a dilemma. Whether or not to agree to Han Sheng going to Beijing was no longer just a family matter, but involved Liu Jinmo's life or death.

"Director Meng, please report this to your superiors and give us a few more days to consider. Han Sheng just got engaged yesterday," Dr. Zhu said helplessly, offering a reason.

"Oh, Han Sheng got engaged? Congratulations! Who is the girl?" Director Meng seemed skeptical.

Dr. Zhu pulled Lan'er aside and said, "It's Lan'er, Lan'er, greetings to Director Meng."

Meng Zhuqi was surprised, but said, "Oh, it's you! Not bad, Lan'er, you're even more beautiful than when I first saw you. There's no one else like you in Nanshan Town." Lan'er blushed and shyly hid behind Han Sheng.

How could such a well-behaved and pretty girl marry into a peasant family? She should be my daughter-in-law, humph, there's always a way, Meng Zhuqi thought.

"Alright, for Lan'er's sake, I'll give you one more day. I'll come back tomorrow, but only after you give me a definite answer. Go." Director Meng smiled maliciously at Lan'er as he left, then strode away with his men.

"Don't worry about me. I'll leave after midnight tonight, so they can't blackmail Han Sheng anymore," Liu Jinmo said after hearing Dr. Zhu's account of Meng Zhuqi's visit.

"Where can you go?" Dr. Zhu asked with concern.

"The world is so vast, surely there's a place for me, Liu Jinmo. Wandering the martial world and living out my days is far better than being a lackey for those people, doing things against my will," Liu Jinmo said.

Doctor Zhu pondered for a moment, then said, "Let's remove the bandages tonight and see how your condition is."

The others left, leaving only Liu Jinmo and Han Sheng in the east room.

"Han Sheng, although your medical skills are superb, you know absolutely no martial arts. The martial world is treacherous, and people's hearts are unpredictable. I worry that you'll suffer sooner or later," Liu Jinmo said, looking at Han Sheng, his heart heavy with worry.

Han Sheng said, "Don't worry, I won't provoke anyone. Why would anyone want to make trouble for me? I'm determined to dedicate my life to healing the sick. No matter who it is, as long as I can treat them, I will treat them all equally."

Liu Jinmo said with concern, "There are many wicked and evil people in the world who will even repay kindness with enmity for their own selfish gain."

Han Sheng said, "If I have to distinguish between good and bad people when treating patients, that would be incredibly troublesome. Some people are sometimes good and sometimes bad, sometimes righteous and sometimes evil. I can't treat them one minute and then stop their medication the next; that would violate medical ethics. I'd rather

not think about it. As long as the patient comes, even if it's Cao Cao, I'll treat them all." Just like Hua Tuo, he thought to himself. Liu Jinmo listened in silence. At that moment, an idea slowly formed in his mind: to hide around Han Sheng without anyone noticing, and if he found Han Sheng in trouble, he would secretly help him, using all his knowledge to protect him in secret.

Of course, there was also Shen Caihua, that baby. Although he couldn't be with him every day to fulfill his responsibilities as a mother, he could secretly protect him from hardship and bullying.

Thinking of this, Liu Jinmo's spirits lifted. He felt his life finally had a purpose; he knew what he had to do.

All day, Liu Jinmo secretly circulated his energy to aid in healing. He gradually gathered the Yin energy contained in the white-haired nun's hair through his eight extraordinary meridians, then guided it into his Qi Sea, merging it with his own Yin energy. By evening, he had finally dissolved all the old nun's Yin energy, and the wounds from the hidden weapon were basically healed.

He shouted, shaking out all the hair strands embedded in his body.

Now, he just had to wait for midnight.

Tonight was the sixteenth day of the lunar calendar, the full moon hanging in the night sky, cool and clear, bathing Nanshan Village in a hazy, white moonlight.

"It's time," said Doctor Zhu, who, along with Wu Chushan and Liu Jinmo, followed Han Sheng out the door to an open field outside the courtyard. There was a small pond there, the water clear and cool.

Doctor Zhu, holding scissors, was about to cut the bandages around Liu Jinmo's crotch.

"No need," Liu Jinmo said, "just step back a couple of steps."

Everyone obeyed and stepped back outside the circle. Then, a loud shout rang out, followed by a "whoosh." Liu Jinmo's bandages, clothes, and even his Buddhist robe and pubic hair were shattered by his true energy, along with some long, gray, curly hair, which scattered on the ground. Because Liu Jinmo emitted yin energy, the sound wasn't very loud.

Under the bright moonlight, Liu Jinmo stood naked and imposing in the field, his body, from head to toe, a snow-white expanse of flesh, completely hairless.

Han Sheng was surprised to see that the long hair that had been hanging between Liu Jinmo's legs had also disappeared. Hmm, it seemed his evil influence had been completely eradicated.

"Brother Han Sheng, I can't thank you enough. I will repay your kindness in the future. Farewell," Liu Jinmo said sincerely, bowing to Han Sheng and almost leaving.

"Clothes," Han Sheng called out.

Liu Jinmo realized he was completely naked and was momentarily embarrassed.

"Liu Jinmo, wait a moment," Doctor Zhu quickly returned to the house, found some old clothes, and came back to Liu Jinmo, handing them to him to change into.

"That's all I have. Please take care of yourself." Doctor Zhu held some loose bills in his hand, about ten yuan.

Liu Jinmo was a man of the martial world, so he didn't refuse, accepting the money, bowing to everyone, and then disappearing without a trace.

"Alas, this man is also a man of the martial world," Wu Chushan sighed.

Dr. Zhu shared the same sentiment, saying, "In that case, let's decline Director Meng's offer tomorrow."

Han Sheng seemed lost in thought, looking sullen.

Dr. Zhu noticed this and comforted him, "Child, when every patient recovers and leaves, doctors always feel something is missing. You'll get used to it."

Han Sheng nodded.

Wu Chushan patted Han Sheng's shoulder and asked, "Han Sheng, did you bury Jiang Lao Er?"

"Yes, he died from inhaling the hydrogen fumes in Wolong Cave. I buried him deep in the valley in that fake Tai Chi spot," Han Sheng replied.

Wu Chushan nodded, "That's a very auspicious burial site, but Jiang Lao Er had no children or descendants. I'd like to go pay my respects tomorrow. Would you like to come with me?"

"Sure, I'll go," Han Sheng agreed.

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