The Corpse Clothes of the Green Bag [Complete] - 5

Chapter 53

The next day, at the third crow of the rooster, Lan'er was already up making breakfast.

After breakfast, Wu Chushan and Hansheng packed up some leftover incense, candles, and paper money from the last time, and took a flashlight. Hansheng checked it carefully; the batteries were newly replaced. After getting ready, the two set off for Wolong Valley, leaving Doctor Zhu behind to deal with Director Meng.

"We'll go in through Linggu Cave," Wu Chushan told Hansheng.

Passing through the lush bamboo forest, they arrived at the entrance of Linggu Cave.

Wu Chushan stopped, listened intently, and then asked in a low voice, "Hansheng, you know the location of the 'Taiji Yin Aura,' right?"

Hansheng nodded and said, "My father told me; it's been passed down in my family."

"Hmm, treating He Xiang uses the Taiji Egg from the aura, right?" the man asked again.

"Yes, it uses the Taiji Wood Egg," Hansheng replied.

“Alright, don’t come here easily in the future, lest you be taken advantage of by bad people. I’ve been considering destroying the Taiji Yin Aura to prevent future troubles. Are you willing?” Wu Chushan asked Hansheng for his opinion.

Hansheng shook his head and said, “I don’t know. Whatever you say, Uncle Shanren, is fine. But I think we should take out all those earthen eggs; they can cure diseases.”

“Okay, let’s go into the cave first.” Wu Chushan took the lead and entered the cave.

The light grew dimmer and dimmer, and they had to turn on their flashlights after walking a short distance. The cave was very humid, and they could hear the sound of water dripping from the stalactites.

“Uncle Shanren, I’ve been here before. Why are there rib-like things growing inside the mountain, and there’s also red liquid? Does a dragon vein really have to be structured like a dragon?” Hansheng said, recalling the dragon bones and dragon blood he had seen last time.

The hermit thought for a moment and said, “That’s not necessarily true. The Book of Changes says ‘all things are similar in form,’ some are merely similar in appearance, while others are similar in spirit; it’s not a matter of interpretation. The dragon bones you mentioned are just washboard-like shapes formed by the movement of the earth’s crust pushing rocks together. As for dragon blood, it’s probably because there are some red minerals in the mountain that have been eroded and dissolved by water over the years, so the water seeping from the rocks is red. In short, the ancients observed these phenomena very early on, but they didn’t understand their geological structure and chemical changes, so they made a series of associations between humans and animals and created myths.”

Han Sheng thought for a moment and then asked, “The Taiji halo is so magical that it even affected the change of dynasties. How do you explain that?”

The hermit smiled and said, “That’s the mystery of nature. The so-called ‘unity of heaven and man’ means that human destiny is closely related to nature. To this day, humanity still cannot explain some natural phenomena that are closely related to individual destiny. Even a university professor like myself is still completely ignorant.”

“Me too,” Han Sheng said.

Along the way, Han Sheng kept a close watch, but still couldn't spot his red-eyed shadow bat friends.

Two hours later, they finally emerged from the cave and arrived at Wolong Valley.

The valley was shrouded in mist; nothing could be seen more than ten feet away. The old camphor trees, thatched huts, and vegetable gardens were all obscured by the white fog.

"Uncle Mountain Man, why are there two identical Wolong Valleys?" Han Sheng asked the question that had puzzled him for so long.

Wu Chushan smiled and said, “These two identical valleys are purely naturally formed. The mountains are made of limestone, and a cave connects the two valleys, allowing passage in just a few minutes. I wonder which generation of guardian spirits came up with this idea, building and cultivating the thatched houses and vegetable gardens in both valleys exactly the same, even the forests have been cut down and altered. Those who haven't lived here long enough generally can't tell the difference, so even you got them mixed up. Plus, the crows that bring the news give advance notice, making it even more confusing. I think the elder's purpose back then was nothing more than to deceive and mislead.”

“Oh, I see. That old elder was quite humorous,” Han Sheng laughed.

The two walked towards the thatched hut. Just as they arrived, a dark object on the ground caught their attention.

Han Sheng approached and was shocked, his blood boiling and his whole body trembling.

The ground was littered with the corpses of red-eyed shadow bats… After a long while, Han Sheng slowly squatted down, picked up a red-eyed shadow bat to examine it. The bat was tightly biting a few hairs in its mouth—human hair.

“They have no injuries; it seems they died of poisoning,” Wu Chushan said after examining the body.

Han Sheng examined several more shadow bat corpses, noticing that they all had hairs in their mouths, and these hairs varied in length, thickness, and color, indicating they belonged to the same group of people.

“They were my friends,” Han Sheng said, tears streaming down his face.

Wu Chushan stood silently beside Han Sheng. He knew the bats were very close to Han Sheng; his own hair and beard had been plucked along with them. The shadow bats couldn't distinguish friend from foe; he didn't blame them.

“Who did this? So vicious?” Han Sheng muttered to himself.

Wu Chushan was also astonished. This was the work of a group of people. Why would they exterminate these bats? And these people carried poison gas—who were they? He had lived in seclusion here for nearly twenty years, and nothing like this had ever happened before.

A familiar, faint chirping sound came from the depths of the white mist… Han Sheng, startled, quickly got up and ran towards the sound.

Under an old camphor tree, the leader of the Shadow Bats leaned against the tree, its head drooping to one side, its red eyes half-closed, tears welling in its eyes… It sensed Han Sheng's arrival and called out with difficulty, its voice growing weaker and weaker, the riding cloth still tied around its neck… “Who hurt you?” Han Sheng said, tears streaming down his face.

The Shadow Bat leader opened its eyes with difficulty; its large red eyes had lost their former luster. It squeaked softly, then pointed its sharp beak towards the edge of the cliff.

Han Sheng understood and said, “Are you going back to the cave, home to see Mother Shadow Bat and the baby Shadow Bats?” He pointed towards the cave.

The leader nodded, its eyes pleading.

Han Sheng resolutely picked up the leader of the Shadow Bats and walked to Wu Chushanren, saying firmly, "Uncle Wu Chushanren, I'm going to send it off to see its children one last time."

Wu Chushanren nodded, handed Han Sheng a flashlight, and said, "Go, child. Bats are so intelligent and compassionate, far surpassing humans. After I've paid my respects to Jiang Lao Er, I'll wait for you in the thatched hut."

Han Sheng bid farewell to Wu Chushanren, carrying the leader, and walked into the cave at the foot of the cliff.

Han Sheng had walked this path several times and was quite familiar with it, so he arrived at the bat cave in less than half an hour.

The countless red eyes that used to fill the cave like stars were gone, and the cave appeared exceptionally desolate and lonely. On the large stone platform, a pair of terrified red eyes stared at him—it was the Shadow Bat Mother.

Han Sheng stepped forward, shining his flashlight. He saw the mother shadow bat anxiously spreading her wings to protect the dozen or so terrified baby shadow bats… “Don’t be afraid, it’s me, Han Sheng,” Han Sheng tried to comfort them, gently placing the leader in his arms on the stone platform.

The mother shadow bat was startled at first, as if in disbelief, then let out a mournful cry and pounced on the leader.

The leader struggled to lift its head, looked at the mother shadow bat, and then tried to examine and search for the baby shadow bats. The tiny pink baby shadow bats seemed to understand the situation, climbing onto the leader’s body and calling out in weak, tender voices.

Han Sheng noticed that the leader and his wife had tears in their eyes, silently rubbing their heads together, as if they were unable to part, unwilling to be separated by life and death… Han Sheng couldn’t bear to watch any longer and turned his face away.

How many people in this world could be as devoted and loyal as the Yin Bat couple? So inseparable?

Han Sheng was deeply moved. He couldn't let them be separated by death, couldn't let them be torn apart like this… It wasn't that he hadn't considered saving the Yin Bat leader, but he couldn't find a cure for bat poison in the *Qing Nang Jing*.

The Heavenly Silkworm… that's it! The Heavenly Silkworm could do it! No matter how serious the condition, as long as there was still a breath left, the Heavenly Silkworm could save it. Inside the Heavenly Silkworm, there should be little difference between humans and animals.

Han Sheng's mind was made up. He reached out and patted the mother Yin Bat, gesturing to her that he would take the leader inside the Heavenly Silkworm to heal.

After several gestures, the mother Yin Bat seemed to finally understand Han Sheng's meaning, nodding vigorously, tears welling in her eyes.

Han Sheng picked up the Yin Bat leader, while the mother Yin Bat tried to lift several baby Yin Bats with her wings, but the baby Yin Bats slipped down again. Han Sheng understood; they wanted to go too.

Han Sheng thought for a moment, then put down the leader, took off his pants, tied a knot in the two legs, and then grabbed the baby Yin Bats one by one and put them inside. Finally, he lifted his pants with one hand and carried the leader with the other towards the Heavenly Silkworm Cave, with the mother Yin Bat following closely behind.

After several twists and

turns along the way, they finally found the Heavenly Silkworm Cave. The Yin Bat leader was in critical condition. Han Sheng touched it; its heart was extremely weak, almost imperceptible. Without delay, Han Sheng quickly lifted the Yin Bat leader with both hands and carried it to the Heavenly Silkworm Cave. He stood on tiptoe and gently placed it inside.

Han Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and released the adorable baby Yin Bats one by one.

The mother Yin Bat looked at Han Sheng gratefully. "

The Medical Classic of the Green Bag, the healer's life, all living beings, what distinction is there between human and beast?" Han Sheng vaguely realized what kind of mission he had shouldered, and what price he would have to pay for it.

Chapter 54

Since leaving Dr. Zhu's house in Nanshan Village, Meng Zhuqi couldn't shake the image of Lan'er's beautiful figure from his mind. She was the epitome of Chinese beauty; his son, Meng Hongbing, would surely be captivated.

Back home in Nanshan Town, his son, Wei Hong, greeted him, saying, "Dad, Jianguo's back!"

Huang Jianguo, Huang Qianhui's only son, studied political science at Peking University. He was not only handsome but also multi-talented; he even played Hong Changqing in "The Red Detachment of Women" at a performance by Peking University's worker-peasant-soldier students held at the Great Hall of the People.

Alas, his own children were no good. From a young age, he was mischievous and climbed trees, breaking both his testicles. It seemed his lineage was about to end. He wished he could have two more, but they were both girls. Heaven was blind! His son's original name was Meng Fan, nicknamed "Egg," which was considered unlucky, so he was renamed Meng Hongbing, meaning "Red Guard of Chairman Mao."

In short, the hopes of both the Meng and Huang families now rest on Huang Jianguo, who is politically more mature.

"Xiaobing, I saw a nice girl at Dr. Zhu's house in Nanshan Village. I think you'd be happy if she were your wife," Meng Zhuqi said eagerly.

"Nanshan Village? What decent girls could you find in the countryside?" Meng Hongbing said dismissively.

"No, you didn't see her. That girl has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a large, full forehead, a round nose, firm lips, and her skin is a healthy, rosy black," Meng Zhuqi exclaimed.

"Is she really that beautiful?" Meng Hongbing was intrigued.

"Of course! Go see for yourself, but don't show it yet. She just got engaged to Hansheng yesterday, so we'll have to be careful," Meng Zhuqi said. Meng Hongbing

looked at his bald father and said, "Dad, Jianguo and I have some errands to run. I'm leaving now."

"Where are you going?" Meng Zhuqi asked.

"I'll tell you later." Meng Hongbing walked away without looking back.

He went to the street, where an old Jiefang-10 truck was parked by the roadside. Seven or eight young militiamen were inside, all carrying semi-automatic rifles.

He jumped into the driver's seat; the young, scholarly-looking man sitting next to him was Huang Jianguo.

"Is everything prepared?" Huang Jianguo asked.

Meng Hongbing replied, "Everything is prepared according to your plan."

Huang Jianguo smiled and said, "Good, target Wolong Valley, let's go."

At the foot of Dazhang Mountain, the road ended, and the rest of the journey required walking. Everyone got out of the truck and, led by a militiaman who had been there before, formed a line and headed towards Wolong Valley.

More than an hour later, the group arrived at the old camphor tree at the entrance of Wolong Valley.

Huang Jianguo began assigning tasks. He glanced at everyone and said, "There are two tasks for this operation. First, we need to find a place called 'Tai Chi Halo' in Feng Shui. It's definitely somewhere in the valley, characterized by soil of five colors: white, blue, black, red, and yellow. Once you find it, don't touch it. Report to Comrade Meng Hongbing and me immediately. Second, there are some bats in Wolong Valley that are good at plucking human hair. My father, Director Huang, and Comrade Meng Hongbing's father, Director Meng, have both fallen victim to those beasts' tricks. Don't laugh, we're prepared this time. Now, everyone, apply the medicine to your hair, but remember, don't get it in your mouth." He briefly explained the Tai Chi Halo and the bats, which he had heard from his father.

Meng Hongbing instructed a militiaman to bring out an enamel basin, first pouring in some 666 powder, then adding highly toxic DDT solution, stirring it into a paste. Meng Hongbing took out a brush and began brushing a layer of the paste onto everyone's hair. Finally, he and Huang Jianguo also applied the paste to each other's hair.

"Let's go," Huang Jianguo ordered.

This group searched Wolong Valley inside and out until dusk, but still found nothing. With darkness approaching, they had no choice but to retreat.

A gunshot rang out, echoing through the valley. The birds that had already settled in the camphor forest were startled awake, creating a noisy cacophony.

A militiaman approached, carrying the carcass of a bat that had been shot. It was a red-eyed shadow bat that had come out to forage at dusk, unfortunately killed.

"Yes, it's that kind of red-eyed bat. They're so easy to pluck," the militiaman leading the way said bitterly. He had been to the valley before, and his head was still bald.

"Comrades, we must eliminate those bats to avenge Director Huang, Director Meng, and the other revolutionary masses. What do you say?" Huang Jianguo urged everyone.

"Yes!" the militiamen replied in unison.

Before the words were even finished, countless red-eyed shadow bats swarmed down from the sky, accompanied by a whooshing sound, swooping down on them with angry squeaks.

The militiamen were terrified; there was no point in saying anything now. They could only drop their weapons, waving their hands wildly and hitting the bats, or crouching on the ground, clutching their heads. Two of the smarter ones rushed towards the thatched hut, but before they even reached the door, the hair on their heads had already been plucked out.

A shadow bat of enormous size pounced on Huang Jianguo like a tiger. To Huang Jianguo's astonishment, he saw that the bat still had a piece of cloth tied around its neck… The battle ended quickly. Everyone's head hair was plucked out, but the bats' flight began to sway, and then they fell to the ground one after another with thuds. Huang

Jianguo, his head covered in blood spots, laughed loudly, a laugh that sent chills down everyone's spine.

After these people left, the ground was littered with the corpses of red-eyed bats that had died from poisoning. The bat leader had also been poisoned; it would never understand that, as animals, they were no match for humans.

Huang Jianguo and Meng Hongwei returned to Nanshan Town.

Meng Zhuqi put down his wine cup, staring in surprise at the two men who entered. After a moment, he pointed at their bald heads and let out a shrill laugh.

"You went to Wolong Valley too?" Meng Zhuqi poured himself another cup and asked.

Meng Hongwei was extremely frustrated and said angrily, "Damn it, we didn't find the Taiji Yinyun, and those beasts plucked all our hair off. What bad luck!"

Huang Jianguo said calmly, "No, we still gained something. First, we eliminated those bats and avenged Father and Uncle. Second, at least we confirmed one thing: the Taiji Yinyun isn't in Wolong Valley at all. We searched every flat piece of land."

Meng Zhuqi pondered for a moment and said, "Jianguo's idea is interesting. Ever since we learned about the 600-year agreement in Qingtian, our attention has been focused on Wolong Valley. We've always thought the Taiji Yinyun is there. Otherwise, what are Wu Chushan and the other tomb keepers doing there? It seems we need to change our thinking."

Meng Hongwei and Huang Jianguo went inside to wash up, then came out and sat down to drink together. Under the lamplight, all three men were bald, not even a single eyebrow remaining.

"Uncle, is that Tai Chi Yin Aura really that magical?" Huang Jianguo asked, raising his glass.

"It's definitely true. Wu Daoming of Lingnan is the top Feng Shui master in the South. My brother-in-law and I both believe in him," Meng Zhuqi said.

Huang Jianguo downed his drink in one gulp, remaining silent.

"Jianguo, you are the hope of both the Huang and Meng families. Study politics well, learn more about the ways of officialdom, and in ten years... hehe." Meng Zhuqi didn't continue.

"What about me?" Meng Hongwei was somewhat displeased.

Meng Zhuqi said, "With your brother Jianguo around, what are you worried about?"

They were born in the same year, and although Jianguo was only two months older, he was much more mature.

"Dad, when is Grandpa Jianguo leaving?" Meng Hongwei muttered softly.

"Don't talk nonsense, you're so disrespectful," Meng Zhuqi glared at his son, then said, "I visited the old man a few days ago, he's in good spirits, he should last another year or two."

Seeing his son drinking silently, Meng Zhuqi asked, "Hasn't Shen Caihua's body been found yet? Any clues?" Meng Hongwei

shook his head, gritting his teeth, "No, it must have been that adulterer who stole that slut."

Yes, what would anyone want a corpse for? But who exactly is that adulterer? If I really catch him, I'll skin him alive, Meng Zhuqi thought.

Chapter 55

On the bed, Zhu Biao was playing with the ghost baby, while the nameless nun and Wu Daoming stood watching. Although the little Shen Caihua was not yet a month old, he could jump around on the bed, leaping up and landing on Zhu Biao, though he still couldn't walk on his feet. Wu Daoming gave a wink and

went to the courtyard with the nun.

"Nun, I think it's time to start training the ghost baby," Wu Daoming said.

The nun looked at Wu Daoming, gesturing for him to continue.

“The Tai Chi halo of Huangshan is divided into Yang and Yin halos. The Yang halo was used by Zhu Yuanzhang 600 years ago, while the Yin halo has been silently dormant in this desolate mountain for centuries; it’s time for it to appear. All Tai Chi is the fusion of Yin and Yang, the balance of water and fire. The way of the world is to overcome strength with softness; the Yin halo restrains the Yang halo, and this is the same principle. Even Liu Bowen thought the same way back then.” Wu Daoming, worthy of being the foremost Feng Shui master in Lingnan, spoke with great eloquence.

“Hmm, so what?” the nun responded.

Wu Daoming continued, “The Yin Halo contains five-colored soil and nurtures five-element earth eggs. It can be said that the energy field of the five elements within the acupoint is extremely abundant. Even someone suffering from a terminal illness, standing in the acupoint and burying themselves in the soil up to the chest (the point of the chest), will have their Ren and Du meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians opened within twelve hours. Therefore, the Taiji Halo is an exceptionally good place for healing. Of course, if the soil is buried too high, the person will die, but their descendants will receive the energy and become unstoppable, just like Zhu Yuanzhang, who could establish a dynasty and become the emperor a few years later.”

“I’ve heard of this before,” the nun said.

“The eight extraordinary meridians within the ghost infant’s body are all Yin energy, because Yang energy cannot pass through the womb. In fact, it is subconsciously seeking a place with a balanced and inexhaustible abundant energy field of the five elements, and of course, the best place is the Taiji Halo,” Wu Daoming explained.

“So, you want to release the ghost infant to find the Taiji Halo?” the nun asked.

“Exactly, but the ghost infant’s current perception range is only a few dozen meters in radius, which is far too small. We can’t possibly carry him across mountains and valleys aimlessly searching,” Wu Daoming said.

“Then what do you plan to do?” the nun asked with interest.

Wu Daoming smiled slightly and said, “This is where you’ll need to help, nun. Use your pure Yin energy to assist Shen Caihua and help him quickly increase his perception range, aiming to reach a radius of a thousand meters within a few days.”

“You want me to transfer pure Yin energy to him?” the nun asked.

“Absolutely correct,” Wu Daoming smiled.

The nameless nun told Zhu Biao to begin exorcising the demon from Shen Caihua immediately. Wu Daoming instructed him to buy some vegetarian food, and Zhu Biao happily went.

The nun and Shen Caihua sat facing each other. After circulating her true energy for a cycle, she watched as her white hairs gradually stood up and then slowly surrounded the ghost infant. Shen Caihua stood there dumbfounded, at a loss.

The nun continued to channel her inner energy, and the white, needle-like strands of hair pierced the acupoints all over the ghost infant's body… Shen Caihua cried out in pain.

The nun continuously channeled her pure Yin energy into the ghost infant's eight extraordinary meridians. The nameless nun, a virgin who had freely chosen to become a nun, possessed extremely pure Yin energy, which quickly merged with the Yin energy in the ghost infant's meridians. However, the ghost infant was still very young, and absorbing so much inner energy at once was too much for it to bear.

"Alright, that's enough for today," Wu Daoming said, feeling it was about time.

The nun stopped channeling her inner energy, and the strands of hair gradually withdrew from Shen Caihua's acupoints and fell down.

The ghost infant, Shen Caihua, fell asleep.

"Thank you for your help, nun," Wu Daoming said.

The nun smiled but said nothing.

Yes, she herself didn't understand why she had agreed to Wu Daoming's request so easily. Perhaps it was because he had healed her injuries this morning? The feeling of that heartbeat was wonderful, sweet and faint, warm and comforting, seeping into her heart, as if floating in a cloud or mist. It was something she had never experienced before. Thinking about it, the nun suddenly felt her face flush.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Wu Daoming asked with concern, his bright eyes fixed on her.

The nun suddenly wished that hand could touch her again.

"Good, good," she murmured.

Wu Daoming looked at her with affection and said, "It'll be almost healed in a day or two."

Shen Caihua had been fast asleep all day, his inner energy abundant, his little face rosy and adorable.

As night deepened, the nun arranged for him to sleep in the west room, while Zhu Biao, holding the child, slept with Wu Daoming in the east room.

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were few. The mountains and fields were very quiet, the bamboo forest shrouded in a thin mist, and the occasional cry of an owl echoed from the depths of the distant mountains.

Just after midnight, the ghost baby quietly peeked out, its dark pupils scanning the surroundings. Then, it leaped off the bed, quietly hopped to the door, and stealthily opened it before leaping out... The night was hazy, and a bright moon was reflected in the clear water of the pond, its surface calm and sparkling.

The ghost baby, naked, stood by the pond, gazing curiously at the bright moon in the sky, then down at its reflection in the water, utterly bewildered.

Suddenly, a series of small bubbles rose to the surface, rippling the calm water and shattering the moon's reflection, making it shimmer with silver light.

The ghost baby's eyes widened, staring intently at the water.

A small black head emerged from the water, breathing through its open mouth. The ghost baby became even more curious, reaching out its tiny hand to try and catch it, but couldn't reach it.

The little creature in the water saw the ghost baby on the bank, showing no fear, continuing to breathe towards the moon.

Enraged, the ghost baby leaped into the pond. With a splash, its tiny hands gripped the creature's neck tightly.

It was the abandoned little golden-headed turtle.

The splash awakened Wu Daoming and the nameless nun, who immediately jumped out of the room and rushed to the pond's edge, scrutinizing it closely.

Waves churned on the water's surface as the white, naked ghost infant and the black golden-headed turtle clashed. One moment the white one was on top, the next the black one was on top, it was impossible to tell which had the upper hand.

In a flash, Wu Daoming lightly touched the ground with his toes, leaping almost horizontally across the pond. His arm suddenly extended, and he scooped the ghost infant from the water, floating it to the opposite bank.

"Excellent skill," the nun exclaimed sincerely.

Wu Daoming set the ghost infant down, smiled slightly, and looked down… The naked ghost infant was clutching the golden-headed turtle's head, its two rows of sharp teeth deeply biting into the turtle's neck, blood seeping from between them. It was sucking the turtle's blood… The nun was startled and rushed forward to separate them.

Wu Daoming stopped her, signaling her not to move yet, to observe the situation first.

After a while, the ghost infant drained the little golden-headed turtle's blood, discarded it aside, and let out a satisfied burp.

Wu Daoming turned around and said to the nameless nun with satisfaction, "This golden-headed turtle is an ancient spirit turtle, its blood is extremely yin. I think Shen Caihua may not need to wait another two or three days; he might be able to start working tomorrow."

The nun glanced at Shen Caihua, who was still licking his little mouth, and thinking back to the ferocity with which he had sucked the blood, she felt a chill run down her spine. If this little guy grew up, he would definitely be someone important.

"Caihua, we should go back." Wu Daoming picked up the ghost infant and walked into the house.

The nun sighed and returned to her room dejectedly.

Chapter Fifty-Six

: At dawn, the sound of a jeep's engine rang out again at the village entrance.

Doctor Zhu stood in the courtyard, waiting for the person to arrive.

"Dr. Zhu, have you made up your mind? Today is the final deadline." As the voices drew closer, three bald men appeared at the courtyard gate: Meng Zhuqi, his son Meng Hongwei, and Huang Jianguo.

Dr. Zhu said coldly, "Director Meng, we've made up our minds. We've decided not to go to Beijing."

"Oh, aren't you going to invite us in?" Meng Zhuqi said with a forced smile, showing no sign of annoyance.

Dr. Zhu had no choice but to invite them in.

"Isn't this Miss Lan'er? Doing housework? What a diligent girl. Let me introduce you, this is my son, Meng Hongwei. 'Hong' as in 'red,' and 'Wei' as in 'guard,' meaning to be Chairman Mao's Red Guard." Meng Zhuqi stepped into the main room, saw Lan'er, and hurriedly introduced her.

Meng Hongwei stared wide-eyed at Lan'er. How could there be such a beautiful girl in Nanshan Town? "Look at her, she has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a round, soft nose, sexy lips, a strong chin, and dark, rosy skin..." "Hey," Meng Zhuqi nudged his flustered son.

Meng Hongwei snapped back to reality and hurriedly said, "Miss Lan'er, your name is so beautiful! I'm Hong, you're Lan, what a coincidence!"

"Please come inside," Dr. Zhu said, frowning in disgust.

Meng Zhuqi stepped into the east room. His gaze swept around and, noticing Liu Jinmo was missing, he understood and snorted.

Huang Jianguo followed him in, but Meng Hongwei refused to come in, still grinning and trying to talk to Lan'er. Lan'er turned and opened the door to the east room, closing it behind her.

Helpless, Meng Hongwei could only awkwardly follow her in.

"We've decided not to go to the capital," Dr. Zhu said firmly once again.

Meng Zhuqi's face fell, and he chuckled coldly twice before slowly saying, "Where's Hansheng? I want to ask him myself. Call him out." "

Hansheng went up the mountain to gather herbs early this morning," Doctor Zhu told him.

"Really? What about Liu Jinmo? Did he go to gather herbs too?" Meng Zhuqi asked sarcastically.

"He left," Doctor Zhu said calmly.

"Left? Where did he go? If he fled to avoid punishment, Doctor Zhu, I think you know that your family has committed the crime of harboring counter-revolutionaries. A twenty-year prison sentence would be lenient," Meng Zhuqi said viciously.

Doctor Zhu said seriously, "I am a doctor. Liu Jinmo is my patient. Since I can't cure his illness, he went to find a skilled doctor himself. Where he went, I don't know."

"Hmph, sophistry! Let me tell you, since you are unwilling to stand on the side of the revolution, then you are standing on the side of the counter-revolutionaries. Hansheng cannot escape responsibility either," Meng Zhuqi said coldly.

Upon hearing that Hansheng was involved, Dr. Zhu immediately panicked: "This has nothing to do with Hansheng. He's just a child. I'll take full responsibility."

Meng Zhuqi chuckled sinisterly: "Do counter-revolutionaries differentiate between big and small? It's utterly ridiculous. I'll ask you one last time, is Hansheng going to Beijing or not?"

Dr. Zhu hesitated. He knew that if he offended his superiors, they could easily find a pretext to accuse him. He didn't care about going to jail himself, but it was unacceptable for Hansheng to be implicated; it would ruin the child's life.

"I want to see the leader in person and ask clearly before making a decision," Dr. Zhu said solemnly.

Meng Zhuqi pondered for a moment, thinking that he couldn't completely block all avenues. If Hansheng really went to Beijing, whatever he said to the leader in the future, good or bad, would have a fatal impact on his and his brother-in-law's careers.

Meng Zhuqi's expression changed, and he laughed, saying, "Alright, then I'll take you to the county to see the leaders. However, since Lan'er and her mother are from out of town, without a certificate from the local Revolutionary Committee, our organization will still need to investigate them. Please ask them to stay in town for a few days while we await the organization's investigation results. As for food, lodging, and other living arrangements, the organization will take care of them properly. Dr. Zhu, we must go together."

Dr. Zhu was taken aback, but he never imagined that the so-called investigation by the organization was actually Meng Zhuqi using his position for personal gain. In those days, the investigation of outsiders was indeed extremely strict. Without a letter of introduction or similar documents, one would be classified as having unclear political identity and would have to be investigated. Helpless

, he could only leave a note for Han Sheng and Wu Chushan, explaining their destination and the reason. Then, Dr. Zhu and Lan'er were squeezed into the jeep and headed towards town.

When the car arrived at the Revolutionary Committee compound in Nanshan Town, Lan'er and her mother got out. Meng Zhuqi instructed his son, Meng Hongwei, and Huang Jianguo to arrange their food and lodging before heading straight to Wuyuan County with Dr. Zhu.

Lan'er and her mother, neither of whom had ever seen much of the world, were bewildered as they were placed in a guest room at Meng Zhuqi's house. They shared a room with a large double bed, the bedding of which was quite clean.

"Miss Lan'er, please settle in. The organization will investigate and reach a conclusion as soon as possible. Don't hesitate to tell me if you need anything. I'll stay in the backyard," Meng Hongwei said kindly, then left.

Huang Jianguo pulled him into the master bedroom in the backyard and said, "Are you really interested in her?"

"Of course! You can't find another woman this beautiful in Nanshan Town. She's much better than that stinky old woman, Shen Caihua," Meng Hongwei said smugly.

Huang Jianguo shook his head: "I don't like this kind of rural woman. I prefer city girls who are slender, fair-skinned, with double eyelids, high noses, and oval faces. They also need to be politically astute, have a clean history, and whose ancestors for three generations must have been poor peasants or working-class people."

"What's so good about those city women? They're all skin and bones, like they're starving. I prefer women with fleshy butts," Meng Hongwei said seriously.

Huang Jianguo smiled helplessly.

“I’ll go arrange some good food for Lan’er right now. Women, if they eat well, they’ll fall in love with you and won’t want to leave, just like cats,” Meng Hongwei said enthusiastically as he walked out of the house.

The jeep drove into Wuyuan County and stopped in front of the grand mansion.

Dr. Zhu was led to the reception room in the central courtyard, and Meng Zhuqi went inside to announce his arrival.

After a while, Huang Qiansui and a kind old man wearing a straw-green military cap emerged from behind a screen. It was clear that he had lost his hair, beard, and eyebrows.

“You must be Hansheng’s father. Thank you for raising such a talented and capable person for the country,” the old man said warmly, extending his arms to firmly grasp Dr. Zhu’s hands.

Dr. Zhu smiled faintly and said, "You flatter me, sir. My Han Sheng was just a coincidence; he doesn't know anything else."

The sir smiled and said meaningfully, "Dr. Zhu, you're too modest. What's wrong? I heard Liu Jinmo ran away?"

Dr. Zhu replied, "The yin poison in Liu Jinmo's meridians flared up, and he probably doesn't have long to live. As a doctor, I was powerless to help him, so he left on his own."

Huang Qianhui, standing to the side, frowned and said, "Liu Jinmo is a heinous counter-revolutionary. You just let him go like that?" "Do you know how serious the consequences will be?"

Dr. Zhu said, "I'm just a doctor. Liu Jinmo is my patient. If I make any mistakes, I'll take full responsibility. It has nothing to do with Hansheng."

The leader pondered for a moment and slowly said, "Hansheng is still a child. There's no need to be so demanding. Dr. Zhu, I think you should come to Beijing with me first. When Hansheng has thought it through and is willing to contribute to the country, he will naturally come. That's decided. We'll set off after lunch."

Someone came to lead Dr. Zhu to rest.

"Commander..." Huang Qianhui said.

The leader waved his hand, interrupting him, "Director Huang, since Hansheng is currently unwilling to come to Beijing, it's not good to force him. After all, he cured my illness. Our first step is to invite Dr. Zhu to Beijing. Hansheng will come eventually. In short, you must continue to do a good job of persuading Hansheng. Be patient and meticulous."

"Yes, please rest assured, Commander." Huang Qianhui assured him.

"Furthermore," the commander took two steps, then turned back and ordered, "If Liu Jinmo is found, execute him on the spot."

"Yes," Huang Qianhui replied.

After noon, the commander and his entourage, along with Dr. Zhu, left Wuyuan County by car, heading towards the capital.

Huang Qianhui and Meng Zhuqi accompanied them all the way to the county border.

Chapter 57

Meng Hongwei, carrying a stack of nearly new clothes in both hands, entered the guest room with a beaming smile.

"Miss Lan'er, look at your clothes, they're all patched up. Quickly change into these nice clothes," Meng Hongwei said.

Lan'er turned her head and replied, "My clothes are old but still clean, I don't need them."

Meng Hongwei put down the clothes and said to Lan'er, "The organization is about to begin its investigation. Whether you change your clothes or not reflects your attitude towards the investigation. You don't want to cause trouble, do you?"

Lan'er was stunned. She hadn't expected the organization to have requirements regarding attire. She didn't know what to do and hesitated there.

“That’s right, leaving a good impression on the organization will make the investigation easier to pass. You’re just embarrassed, aren’t you? Okay, I’ll go out first, the investigation will start soon.” Meng Hongwei walked out, the clothes all belonging to Shen Caihua.

“Mother, should we change?” Lan’er asked her mother.

Lan’er’s mother was also a naive person, and at this moment she couldn’t wait to pass the investigation and go home, so she said, “Then change, just don’t cause any trouble.”

Lan’er picked out a blue printed top and put it on.

Someone knocked on the door and came in to say that the organization would first investigate Lan’er and asked her to follow them to the investigation room.

After turning a corner in the corridor, they arrived at the door of the investigation room. The person knocked on the door and said, “Lan’er has been brought here.” Then he pushed open the door and let Lan’er in.

Lan’er walked into the room and saw a table, two chairs, and a bed against the wall.

Behind the table stood a person with his hands behind his back, it was Meng Hongwei.

“You…” Lan’er said in confusion.

"Yes, the organization sent me to conduct a thorough investigation into your background, family history, political stance, and current situation. I hope you will answer truthfully," Meng Hongwei said solemnly.

"Sit down," he said, gesturing to a chair as Lan'er stood there helplessly. Lan'er sat down.

"Name?" Meng Hongwei asked, writing it down on a piece of paper.

"Lan'er," Lan'er replied.

"Family background?"

"Poor peasant."

"Personal class?"

"Fiancée." Lan'er didn't know how to answer and managed to utter this word after a long pause.

Meng Hongwei thought to himself, this girl is so adorable, she knows absolutely nothing, so innocent. So he followed up on the topic.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked.

"What?" Lan'er's face flushed crimson instantly, and she froze.

Looking at Lan'er's embarrassed expression, Meng Hongwei felt immense satisfaction, but he needed further release.

"Don't you know what a virgin is? I can explain it to you. A woman's body has..." Meng Hongwei began to explain the female anatomy with great interest.

"Don't say any more! I am!" Lan'er cried out, her voice trembling with tears.

Meng Hongwei was taken aback, feeling unsatisfied.

"Oh, that's good, are you sure?" He felt a thrill of cat-and-mouse games.

Just then, the door opened, and Huang Jianguo walked in, looking very displeased.

"Hongwei, stop fooling around." He came to Meng Hongwei's side and scolded him in a low voice.

"Brother Jianguo..." Meng Hongwei tried to explain.

Huang Jianguo turned to Lan'er and said, "You go back first, the interrogation ends here for today."

Lan'er ran back to her mother with a sigh of relief. "

My dad called from the county. The leader has returned to Beijing and taken Dr. Zhu with him," Huang Jianguo said.

"What does taking Dr. Zhu mean?" Meng Hongbing asked.

"A hostage, of course, is that even a question?" Huang Jianguo replied.

"Hey, you have no idea how wonderful it felt to interrogate Lan'er just now, just like when Shen Caihua came first. It's a pity you interrupted me. I'm going to continue the interrogation tonight, so don't ruin her good time again," Meng Hongbing said angrily.

"Alright, I don't care anymore, just don't go too far. I'm going back to the county town, my father needs to see me," Huang Jianguo said with a smile.

"Then you should hurry up and leave," Meng Hongbing urged him to leave early.

Dinner was very sumptuous. In addition to meat, there was steamed turtle and even several large crabs with shiny red shells, which looked very tempting.

Lan'er and her mother sat awkwardly at the table, especially Lan'er, whose cheeks were flushed and whose head was lowered, feeling increasingly uneasy.

Meng Hongbing swaggered over, grabbing two large crabs and placing them in front of Lan'er and her mother. He said heartily, "This is a treat from the organization. Look, these are male Yangtze River crabs, full of crab roe, tender and delicious. Lan'er, try some! You can't find this in Shaanxi. I'll eat the female one; look how strong her legs are, and how many crab roe are inside!" He forcefully cracked open the shell, revealing the golden-red crab roe, brought it to his mouth, sucked it in, and then smacked his lips, looking completely satisfied.

Lan'er and her mother quickly ate a few mouthfuls of rice, saying they were full, and didn't touch the delicacies.

"Lan'er, the organization will be investigating you tonight," Meng Hongbing chuckled, downing a glass of wine in one gulp.

Lan'er's face turned deathly pale. She hurriedly pulled her mother back to the guest room, Meng Hongbing's lewd laughter echoing behind them.

Meng Hongbing patiently sucked every last bit of crab roe and crab fat into his mouth, humming a Jiangxi folk tune as he devoured the food.

Inside the room, Lan'er told her mother, "That guy surnamed Meng is no good. We should find a way to escape." Her mother peeked out the door and saw guards in the corridor; they were trapped.

Meng Hongbing leisurely poured himself a drink, pondering his next move that night. Suddenly, his stomach rumbled, and he felt an overwhelming urge to defecate. He clutched his stomach and ran towards the outhouse at the end of the corridor. "Looks like I ate too much crab," he thought.

As he entered the outhouse and was about to squat down, a dark figure silently floated down through the skylight in the roof and poked him in the back of the neck… Meng Hongbing let out a loud fart, lost control of his sphincter, and collapsed to the ground, defecating and urinating.

The dark figure whispered, "I said I would protect Han Sheng in this life, including his woman."

With that, it leaped onto the window and disappeared into the darkness.

Chapter 58.

When Meng Zhuqi received the news of his son's serious illness, Meng Hongbing had already been rushed to Wuyuan County People's Hospital for emergency treatment. He and his son, Huang Qiansui, hurriedly arrived outside the operating room.

Huang Qiansui instructed the hospital to do everything possible to save him.

The surgery lasted until the early hours of the morning. The head of surgery came out of the operating room and regretfully told the family that the patient's cervical spine had been broken. His life had been saved, but he was now a high-level paraplegic, having lost all sensation below the neck. In other words, the patient would spend the rest of his life bedridden. Finally, the doctor added that it was extremely rare for a fall on flat ground to cause a cervical spine fracture; it usually happened when someone rolled down stairs.

People tried to comfort Meng Zhuqi, and Huang Qiansui sighed repeatedly.

Huang Jianguo was suspicious. He had been perfectly fine that morning; how could his neck have suddenly broken that evening? He vaguely sensed that something was amiss and decided to investigate privately.

He quietly pulled the doctor aside and asked, "Broken cervical vertebrae on flat ground are indeed rare. What if the back of the neck was struck intentionally?"

"Then there should be subcutaneous bruising, but we haven't found any strip-shaped or patchy subcutaneous bruising, so we've ruled out that possibility," the doctor explained.

"Thank you," Huang Jianguo said, turning to leave.

"Wait, there's just one puzzling thing: there's a small, round bruise on the back of the neck. It's hard to say how it formed, but it's definitely caused by a ruptured capillary," the doctor called Huang Jianguo back and explained.

"I understand, thank you, doctor. If you find anything else, please let me know as soon as possible. My name is Huang Jianguo, and Director Huang Qianhui is my father," Huang Jianguo instructed the doctor.

"Okay," the doctor said, then went into the operating room.

Huang Jianguo walked to the bench and sat down beside the heartbroken Meng Zhuqi. He offered a few words of comfort and then said, "Uncle, I want to ask if Hongbing ever had a grudge against anyone?"

Meng Zhuqi shook his head blankly, and after a long while, he stammered, "Shen Caihua had a lover and was pregnant with an illegitimate child, but we never knew who this person was. A few days ago, he even stole Shen Caihua's body from her grave."

Huang Jianguo pondered for a moment and then asked, "Among the young or middle-aged people in Nanshan Town, who knows martial arts? I mean real martial arts, not just those fancy moves."

Meng Zhuqi knew that his nephew was very clever, and there must be a reason for his question. So he thought for a moment and said, "I don't know who has real martial arts. Generally, those from good families who know a little bit of martial arts become militia members in their respective villages. They might know something. For example, Zhu Biao, the militia platoon leader of Nanshan Village, knows a little bit of martial arts."

"Zhu Biao?" Huang Jianguo felt that the name sounded familiar.

“The feng shui master Wu Daoming from Hong Kong is staying at his house now,” Meng Zhuqi said.

“I’ll go to Nanshan Village after dawn,” Huang Jianguo said.

Early in the morning, Wu Daoming opened his eyes and turned to look. Zhu Biao was sleeping soundly, holding Shen Caihua in his arms. The little ghost baby’s rosy cheeks looked like two red apples, very endearing.

Wu Daoming walked out of the house and into the courtyard, taking a few deep breaths. The fresh air was invigorating, much better than in Hong Kong.

“Mr. Wu, you’re up so early,” came the greeting from behind him from the nameless nun.

Wu Daoming turned around and found that the nun had already finished washing and dressing, and seemed to have deliberately made an effort to appear quite elegant.

“Nun, you can call me Daoming from now on,” Wu Daoming said, not understanding why he said that.

The nun blushed slightly and said, “I’ll still call you Brother Dao.”

“Okay, Brother Dao is the most appropriate way to address you. Today we can start looking for the dragon vein and locating the acupoint,” Wu Daoming said.

Zhu Biao rubbed his eyes and came out of the house, yawning, "You're up so early! I'll go make some food." He then turned and went back inside to start a fire.

"Let's see how the ghost infant's energy is doing," Wu Daoming and the nun said as they entered the east room.

The ghost infant was still fast asleep.

Wu Daoming extended his palm and gently pressed it against the Baihui acupoint on the ghost infant's head, channeling a small amount of pure Yang energy into the Du meridian, wanting to test the infant's Yin energy rebound. Unexpectedly, his palm felt cold, and he was instantly attacked by Yin energy. Wu Daoming withdrew his hand, still astonished.

"This infant's power has greatly increased after the nun channeled pure Yin energy into him yesterday, and he also absorbed the blood of the golden-headed turtle last night. We can take him up the mountain after breakfast," Wu Daoming said with satisfaction.

"Is Zhu Biao home?" someone called from outside the thatched hut, their voice gentle and pleasant.

Zhu Biao responded and came out of the hut, seeing a bald, beardless, handsome, and refined young man.

"I am Zhu Biao. Are you looking for me?" Zhu Biao asked, puzzled.

The young man's clear eyes sized Zhu Biao up and down before he asked, "Do you know Shen Caihua?"

Zhu Biao was momentarily stunned and blurted out, "Of course I know her."

The young man smiled slightly and then added, "How long have you known each other?"

“It’s been over a year,” Zhu Biao said, then realized something and hurriedly asked, “Who are you? Why are you asking me these things?”

“I am Huang Jianguo, the son of Huang Qiansui, the owner of Wuyuan County. May I come in to talk?” Huang Jianguo said, stepping over the threshold.

Hearing movement in the east room, he didn’t wait for Zhu Biao to speak and pushed the door open.

Inside were an old man and an old nun, with an infant sleeping on the bed.

Huang Jianguo looked the old man over and said, “May I ask if you are Wu Daoming from Lingnan?”

“Indeed, I am Wu. And you are…” Wu Daoming asked.

“Huang Qiansui is my father,” Huang Jianguo said calmly.

Wu Daoming smiled slightly and said, "Oh, so you're Director Huang's son. You're studying in Beijing, right?"

Huang Jianguo nodded and said, "My father told me that Mr. Wu is not only a famous Feng Shui master in Hong Kong, but also quite accomplished in martial arts. He asked me to learn from you."

Wu Daoming said, "Your father is too kind. Please sit down."

Huang Jianguo sat down and said very sincerely, "Mr. Wu, may I ask you, can a round bruise on the back of a person's neck be artificially created?"

"Yes, a strong acupressure point can produce the situation you described," Wu Daoming replied.

"You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? If you don't mind, let's eat together. I'll fry you two more eggs." Zhu Biao immediately smiled broadly upon hearing that he was Huang Qianhui's son.

Two eggs? Hmph, the problem lies in these two eggs. He and Shen Caihua have known each other for over a year, and Shen Caihua is over nine months pregnant. Hmm, could this Zhu Biao be the adulterer? If so, he would have a ready-made motive for murder; the next step was to determine if he knew acupressure.

"Last night, Meng Hongbing, the son of Director Meng of Nanshan Town, suffered a broken cervical spine and is now paralyzed from the neck down," Huang Jianguo said, observing the reactions of everyone in the room.

Zhu Biao was taken aback, a hint of relief flashing across his face, before adding, "Then he's a cripple." His tone carried a hint of schadenfreude.

The white-haired nun seemed oblivious, showing no interest whatsoever.

Wu Daoming was startled and quickly asked, "Was it Xiaobing? How did it happen? Oh, right, Mr. Huang asked about the bruises earlier; could it be that he was attacked?"

"I suspect so. Just as Mr. Wu said, he was struck with acupressure, breaking his cervical spine and causing paralysis below the neck," Huang Jianguo said.

Wu Daoming pondered, "There are seven cervical vertebrae. If the fourth vertebra or higher is injured, the brain will be damaged. Injuring the fifth vertebra will result in high-level paraplegia, as you said. It seems that the fifth vertebra was struck with great force. Hmm, this person must be a master of martial arts."

Huang Jianguo's clear eyes looked at Zhu Biao and said, "Meng Hongbing's wife, Shen Caihua, had a lover before... and she's pregnant."

Zhu Biao's face turned pale, his facial muscles trembling. Without saying a word, he turned and left the room.

He must be hiding something, Huang Jianguo thought, his eyes following Zhu Biao's retreating figure.

Wu Daoming saw all of this and knew that Huang Jianguo was targeting Zhu Biao. Hmm, he had to help Zhu Biao clear his name of suspicion, otherwise it would be detrimental to his plans.

"Severing the fifth cervical vertebra with a single finger, the force of the strike and the accuracy of the acupoint are beyond the capabilities of ordinary people. In my opinion, probably no one in the entire Nanshan Town has such skill," Wu Daoming said slowly.

"In your opinion, what kind of person could do that?" Huang Jianguo asked.

Wu Daoming thought for a moment and said, "Such a high level of acupressure technique requires more than thirty years of experience. Even my master and I are only at this level. By the way, you mean the incident happened last night?"

"Yes," Huang Jianguo replied.

"It's a pity I wasn't there. My master, Zhu Biao, and I were all in this room treating the baby. Otherwise, we might have been able to catch the murderer." Wu Daoming's words implied that Zhu Biao was not at the scene of the crime, had no time to commit the crime, and didn't have the ability to do so.

Huang Jianguo was still full of doubts. Wu Daoming's words did not diminish his suspicion of Zhu Biao. Why did Zhu Biao's expression change when Shen Caihua was mentioned?

Zhu Biao cooked breakfast and even specially boiled two eggs for Huang Jianguo. Wu Daoming and the master ate vegetarian food together. As soon as Huang Jianguo saw the two warm eggs, he thought of what Meng Hongbing was missing from his crotch. Everything that had happened was related to those two eggs.

The eggs were the source of evil, he thought.

Huang Jianguo strolled out of the house and walked along the pond. The ancient locust tree was reflected in the water, making the pond as smooth as a mirror. The rising sun cast a golden glow on the leader's uniform atop the gate,

making it appear as if he were smiling. His gaze fell on something unusual on the ground west of the thatched house.

A large group of yellowish-brown things were moving about on the ground. What were they? He went over to take a closer look and saw countless stray dogs crawling in and out of small tunnels in the soil, ignoring the pair of yellow military boots he had placed near the entrance.

He squatted down, observing silently, feeling very curious. It was rare to see such a scene in the big city. As a child, he often caught stray dogs in the fields, holding them in his palm and feeling their two toothed front paws scratching incessantly, making his palm itch.

His curiosity was rekindled. He reached out and grabbed a large one, placing it in his palm and reliving that childhood feeling.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his palm. He quickly opened it and saw two thin cuts, the red bloodstains starkly visible. Then he noticed this mongrel was different from the ones he'd played with as a child; its two serrated forelegs weren't blunt, but incredibly sharp like saw blades. He pinched the two serrated edges between two fingertips, immobilizing the dog.

"What are you doing here?" Zhu Biao's shout came from behind.

Huang Jianguo stood up and turned around. Zhu Biao, holding an infant, stood there, glaring at him menacingly.

Strange. Just moments ago he'd been so respectful; why was he suddenly yelling at him?

He noticed Zhu Biao's shifty gaze, scanning back and forth between his body and the ground. He must be hiding something, Huang Jianguo thought.

He walked into the house, not noticing the infant Shen Caihua staring at him with resentful eyes, licking his lips... The nameless nun examined the wound on Huang Jianguo's hand, then looked at the stray dog he had caught, secretly shocked.

"This isn't an ordinary stray dog, it's a corpse-sucking mole cricket," the nun said.

"What is a corpse-sucking mole cricket?" Huang Jianguo asked.

The nun explained, "If a person becomes a corpse after death, it will attract a very special kind of beetle, the corpse-sucking mole cricket. They specifically absorb the corpse's aura and protect it. Wherever they appear, there's usually a corpse-sucking one underground."

Chapter 59

"Nun, are you saying there's a corpse underground?" Huang Jianguo suddenly became alert, forgetting the pain in his hand.

"It's a corpse-sucking one," the nun said.

"A corpse-sucking one, is it female?" Huang Jianguo pressed.

"Not a corpse-sucking one, but a corpse-sucking one. Both men and women can become corpse-sucking ones," the nun replied.

"What is a Yin Shi?" Huang Jianguo wanted to find out more.

The nun slowly said, "After a person dies and is buried, under certain conditions, the body does not decompose, and the hair and nails continue to grow for decades or even centuries. This is called a 'yin corpse.' Yin corpses are very unlucky and easily bring misfortune to people, especially 'open-mouthed yin corpses.' There's a saying, 'An open-mouthed yin corpse eats three generations,' meaning it starts by eating its own descendants."

"Yin corpses eat people?" Huang Jianguo was startled.

Wu Daoming chuckled and interjected, "It doesn't mean they actually eat people, but they consume all the feng shui. Their descendants will either be plagued by diseases, die young, or their family fortune will be ruined, leaving them penniless."

Behind Huang Jianguo, Zhu Biao was already drenched in cold sweat, his face ashen.

Huang Jianguo glanced at Zhu Biao and understood.

Wu Daoming observed this, smiled slightly, and said, "In my estimation, this corpse is at least a hundred years old. Perhaps it's one of Zhu Biao's ancestors, whose graves are no longer there."

Huang Jianguo looked at Wu Daoming with clear eyes: "Mr. Wu, how can you be so sure?"

Wu Daoming laughed and said, "Zhu Biao's family has fallen on hard times. His father and brother both died prematurely, leaving the family destitute. They couldn't even find a wife. This is probably due to the corpse ruining the feng shui."

Huang Jianguo pondered to himself that Zhu Biao was the most suspicious. Wu Daoming had been helping Zhu Biao at every turn, and he also possessed martial arts skills, so this man couldn't be ignored. As the saying goes, "beat the grass to scare the snake," he thought, "I'll provoke them a little more to lure them out."

"Master, I think spraying these 'corpse-protecting mole crickets' with pesticide should be enough to kill them." Huang Jianguo felt that this old nun shouldn't have been involved, otherwise she wouldn't have mentioned the "corpse" buried underground.

The nun nodded and said, "Actually, as long as you catch the King of the Corpse-Shadow Mole Crickets, that is, their leader, the mole crickets will obediently follow."

Seeing Huang Jianguo's puzzled look, the nun continued to explain, "Each Corpse-Shadow Mole Cricket is accompanied by a family of Corpse-Shadow Mole Crickets, and the leader of the family is the King of Mole Crickets. Once the King of Mole Crickets is killed, the Corpse-Shadow Mole Crickets will scatter like monkeys falling from a tree."

Huang Jianguo faced Zhu Biao and said seriously, "I'll go back and ask Director Meng to get some insecticide to eliminate the Corpse-Shadow Mole Crickets for you, and then cremate the Corpse-Shadow Mole Crickets. After that, your life will improve and you'll have a better life."

Zhu Biao was dumbfounded.

Inside the Heavenly Silkworm Cave, on the cold stone ground, Han Sheng didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but later he felt it getting warmer and warmer.

He slowly opened his eyes. In the darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes, as big as copper bells, were looking at him tenderly… Han Sheng was startled and quickly grabbed his flashlight. The enormous wings of the Shadow Bat leader spread out and covered him. “Squeak, squeak!” came the familiar chirping. Han Sheng hugged the Shadow Bat leader tightly, tears streaming down his face.

“You’re alright now,” Han Sheng murmured.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak!” came a series of chirping sounds. Han Sheng turned his head and saw the Shadow Bat mother and a bunch of baby Shadow Bats surrounding him. The baby Shadow Bats scrambled to climb all over him. Han Sheng noticed that the Shadow Bat parents’ eyes were brimming with tears.

“You’re alright now. I should go too. Uncle Shanren is still waiting for me in the valley,” Han Sheng said softly.

“Squeak, squeak,” the Shadow Bat leader seemed reluctant to leave.

“I must go now. I don’t even know how many days have passed. Alas, it’s such a pity that your people have all been killed by those bad people. From now on, stay away from bad people and don’t pluck their feathers anymore.” Han Sheng comforted them for a few moments, then stood up.

“Squeak, squeak,” the Yin Bat couple and all the baby Yin Bats chirped together. Han Sheng said to them one last time, “I’ll come to see you again when I have time.” Then he turned and left.

Han Sheng crawled out of the stone cave below the cliff and realized it was already dusk. He hurried towards the thatched hut.

The Yin Bat corpses in front of the hut were gone. A new grave stood beside the vegetable garden, with a wooden plaque in front of the mound bearing the words: “Tomb of the Yin Bats of Wolong Valley.”

“Alone I cannot sleep in Wolong Valley, what makes me so sad? Tonight I think of my hometown a thousand miles away, tomorrow my temples will be frosted with another year.” The sound of Wu Chu Shan Ren reciting poetry came from inside the thatched hut.

“Uncle Shan Ren,” Han Sheng called out, and ran into the thatched hut in a few quick steps.

"Hansheng, you're back. It's been over ten hours." Shanren stood by the window with his hands behind his back and said.

Hansheng said "Oh." So the leader of the Yin Bats had recovered in just one day and night. It seemed that animals recovered much faster than humans.

"Uncle Shanren, did you bury those Yin Bats?" Hansheng asked.

Wu Chushanren nodded and said, "They were your friends, and they even helped you. By the way, how is the bat leader?"

Hansheng said, "He's completely recovered."

"Let's go back. I've been worried that Director Meng won't be so easy to deal with," Wu Chushanren said anxiously. It

was completely dark when the moon rose over the eastern mountains. The air was cool and clear, and the moonlight was hazy. Hansheng and Wu Chushanren descended the mountain that night and headed towards Nanshan Village.

At the end of Hai hour (9-11 PM), they finally returned to Nanshan Village.

Under the moonlight, in the middle of the road at the eastern entrance of the village, a white, hairless strange dog was crouching.

"Benben," Hansheng called out. Benben whimpered and pounced on him, then continued to whimper softly.

The three thatched huts were dark and silent. Wu Chushan was puzzled and quickly pushed open the door. The huts were empty.

Hansheng lit an oil lamp and found a note on the table in the east room, written in his father's hasty handwriting.

Hansheng held the note up to the lamplight. It read: "Hansheng, I went with Director Meng to the county to meet with the leaders. Lan'er and her mother went to town for a political review. If you return early, go to town to pick them up."

It was signed yesterday morning.

Wu Chushan pondered, "That happened shortly after we left. I think something's fishy. If they were going to conduct a political investigation on us outsiders, they should be looking for me. Why did they rush to take her and her daughter away?"

Han Sheng also sensed something was amiss and said, "Uncle Shanren, we need to go to town, right now."

"Okay, take the note with you." Shanren felt uneasy.

"Benben, you stay here and watch the house," Han Sheng instructed Benben.

Benben whimpered, clearly unhappy.

Han Sheng ignored it and hurried with Shanren towards Nanshan Town.

The moonlight was soft, and the two of them took a shortcut along a mountain path. Crickets chirped intermittently in the roadside grass, their calls rising and falling. The distant mountains and forests were hidden in darkness. They could only hear the rustling of their own footsteps. About ten feet behind them, a white figure quietly followed.

In the middle of the night, the two arrived at Nanshan Town. The lights in the town were all out, and there wasn't a soul in sight on the street.

"Where could they be? Should we go to the police station?" Han Sheng asked.

Wu Chushan suddenly put a finger to his lips, signaling silence, then abruptly turned around.

In the moonlight, a white, hairless, strange dog was crouching on the street—it was Benben.

Han Sheng was both annoyed and amused, and went over to kick it.

Benben continued to whimper, then ran towards a corner of the street, occasionally turning back and whimpering softly.

Han Sheng smiled and said to Shanren, "Benben might be able to smell them."

Wu Chushan nodded, and the two followed Benben.

Benben, like a white ghost, sniffed around, arriving at the town's Revolutionary Committee compound from the street. It ran through a passageway along the wall and finally stopped in front of a courtyard gate.

Hansheng and Wu Chushan approached; Benben was scratching at the door with its front paws, whimpering.

Hansheng was about to knock when Wu Chushan gestured for them not to, saying softly, "You and Benben wait for me. I'll go scout things out first." Wu Chushan

examined the wall, about two meters high, and with a quick burst of energy, leaped over it, lightly pressing his left hand against the top. He landed gently inside.

The courtyard was a two-section Hui-style building, filled with flowers, trees, and a connecting corridor. It seemed to belong to a wealthy family. He Xiang and her mother had come to town for political vetting; why were they here? Was Benben's sense of smell reliable? Wu Chushan wondered.

A soft sobbing sound came from a room at the end of the corridor. Wu Chushan tiptoed over and listened intently. It was a woman's voice, seemingly that of Lan'er.

"Is that Lan'er?" Wu Chushan said softly.

The sobbing stopped, and silence fell.

"Is that Lan'er? It's your father," Wu Chushan said again.

"It's your father," came the sound of someone getting out of bed. "

Father, Mother and I are locked inside, we can't get out," Lan'er said anxiously.

Wu Chushan looked closely and saw a padlock on the double wooden door.

Enraged, he grabbed the padlock with both hands, gathered his strength in his arms, and with a sudden jerk, ripped the padlock off the door.

The door opened, and Lan'er threw herself into Shanren's arms, her shoulders trembling as if she were about to burst into tears. Shanren quickly stopped her, whispering, "Come on, let's go home."

Wu Chushanren led Lan'er and her mother quietly to the wall. He first grabbed Lan'er tightly with one hand, then leaped over the wall. Hansheng caught her and put her down. Shanren then hugged Hexiang tightly and jumped down.

Everyone hurriedly left Nanshan Town and walked along the mountain path home. Benben ran excitedly in front.

On the way, Lan'er recounted how she had been taken from her home to Nanshan Town the previous morning. Dr. Zhu and Director Meng had gone directly to the county town. She described how Director Meng's son, Meng Hongbing, had ill intentions, and how she had suddenly fallen and been taken to the county hospital by ambulance. This afternoon, she heard that Meng Hongbing was paralyzed from the neck down—truly, evil deeds had been punished. Later, those people ran out of ideas and locked them up.

"His cervical vertebrae were broken. How could a fall break his cervical vertebrae?" Wu Chushanren wondered.

“Uncle Shanren, I’m going to the county town to see my father tomorrow morning,” Hansheng said.

“Alright, I’ll go with you,” Shanren said.

“No need, you stay home and take care of Aunt and Lan’er, I can go by myself,” Hansheng said.

Wu Chushanren pondered, a strange, ominous premonition rising in his heart.

Chapter Sixty:

Huang Jianguo chuckled as he walked out of Zhu Biao’s house.

Zhu Biao stared at Wu Daoming with tense, panicked eyes, his palms damp, his hands trembling as he held the baby.

The nameless nun looked at Zhu Biao and Wu Daoming with suspicion, and slowly said, “Do you know about the Yin Corpse down there?”

Zhu Biao slumped into a chair, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Wu Daoming nodded and said, "Master, you're right. There is indeed a corpse buried down there, a female corpse, the mother of the ghost infant, Shen Caihua. She was murdered. Shen Caihua was over nine months pregnant at the time. When her husband's family strangled her, she couldn't catch her breath. Her resentment and lingering anger protected the fetus. Logically, if she met a destined person within a month, the pregnancy would be successful.

Her husband's family stuffed her into a burlap sack and hastily buried her in a desolate graveyard, in a place called 'White Tiger Carrying a Corpse'." "This is the 'Ten Deadly Places,' and it is precisely because of this that the extremely malevolent yin energy protected the fetus, allowing it to continue developing within the corpse's womb, thus forming a ghost infant. One day, Shen Tianhu's wife rested by the grave. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and the ghost infant seized it. The fetal energy entered the woman's womb, strangling and devouring the original fetus. The original fetus was a girl, so the ghost infant quickly changed its gender. It had to complete this within a month of birth, otherwise it would become a deformed intersex person. From what I can see now, it's doing quite well."

"Oh, so he is Shen Caihua." The nun glanced at the ghost infant in Zhu Biao's arms.

Wu Daoming continued, "Yes, Shen Caihua's biological mother should be Shen Caihua. Shen Tianhu's wife was merely a surrogate."

The nameless nun sighed, "Alas, what a tragedy! Who is the child's biological father?"

Wu Daoming smiled slightly and said, "It's him, Zhu Biao."

The nameless nun snorted and gave Zhu Biao a disdainful look.

Wu Daoming smiled faintly and said, "Master, you may not know this, but Shen Caihua's husband was a eunuch who tricked her into marriage. He couldn't consummate their marriage. How could Shen Caihua, so young and beautiful, willingly live a life of widowhood? Later, she met the single Zhu Biao, and their passion ignited."

The nun blushed and whispered, "Then she could have divorced him first."

"Her husband's family is powerful and influential, practically local tyrants. How could a weak woman like Shen Caihua dare to propose divorce first? Besides, her husband's family would never allow her to reveal that her husband was a eunuch. Moreover, in this village, a woman who divorces because of sexual issues would be accused of being promiscuous and would never be able to hold her head high in front of others for the rest of her life," Wu Daoming explained.

"Amitabha, Shen Caihua's fate is truly pitiful," the nun chanted a Buddhist prayer.

Wu Daoming nodded and continued, "The unfortunate Shen Caihua became pregnant with Zhu Biao's child, filled with anxiety. Soon enough, her husband's family discovered the affair and subjected her to severe torture, forcing her to reveal the lover's identity. What a virtuous woman! She refused to divulge the man's name, even at the cost of her life. She knew that if she spoke, the man she loved would be doomed. In the end, she paid a heavy price for this love, being strangled to death by her husband's family."

The nun's eyes reddened.

Over there, Zhu Biao burst into loud sobs.

The nun wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand and asked, "And then?"

Wu Daoming said, "When Zhu Biao learned of Shen Caihua's death, he found her grave and went to pay his respects every night, rain or shine. This moved me, so I taught him to rob the grave at night, steal back Shen Caihua's body, and quietly bury it on the west side of the house, leaving no grave mound or tombstone, so that the two of them could be together forever."

"That's so touching," the nun said, her voice trembling with emotion.

Wu Daoming sighed, "Unfortunately, they still managed to spot her. That Huang Jianguo is truly an extremely clever man."

"That heartless husband's family was originally the Meng family of Nanshan Town," the nun said bitterly.

"Yes, now they suspect that the corpse underground is Shen Caihua, and Zhu Biao is the adulterer. They definitely won't let it go; they'll send people here in the next day or two," Wu Daoming said thoughtfully.

Zhu Biao, his face contorted with grief, pleaded with Wu Daoming, "Old Wu, please help me!"

Wu Daoming glanced at the nun, then straightened his back and said righteously, "Zhu Biao, Shen Caihua was subjected to severe torture by the Meng family to extract a confession. When she needed you most, you dared not stand up for your beloved for your own safety. You are ashamed to be a man of your stature."

The nameless nun looked at Wu Daoming of Lingnan with admiration.

Suddenly, Zhu Biao raised a hand and began slapping his own face, muttering repeatedly, "I deserve to die, I'm a coward, but for my son's sake..." saliva splattered from his mouth.

Just then, a small hand reached out from Zhu Biao's arms and grabbed his flailing wrist, rendering his arm completely immobile.

To everyone's astonishment, it was the little hand of the ghost infant Shen Caihua.

The nun and Wu Daoming exchanged bewildered glances, speechless with surprise.

Wu Daoming thought to himself, "What a ghost infant! This is only the tip of the iceberg; truly a prodigy!"

The nun pondered, "If this continues, will it be a blessing or a curse?"

Zhu Biao excitedly showered Shen Caihua's little face with kisses.

The ghost infant's pupils dilated and contracted, adjusting their focus, baring two rows of small teeth, and glaring fiercely at Wu Daoming and the nun, letting out a low growl.

Wu Daoming was overjoyed and said, "Don't worry, for the sake of the child, I will do my best to help."

The nun glanced at Wu Daoming and said, "Then what do we do?"

Wu Daoming thought for a moment and slowly said, "Are you sure Shen Caihua has become a Yin Corpse?"

"With so many Yin Corpse Mole Crickets appearing, Shen Caihua underground is undoubtedly a Yin Corpse," the nun pondered.

Wu Daoming smiled slightly and said, "Then what are we worried about?"

Wu Daoming explained his plan: first, lure out the Yin Corpse Mole Cricket King and hide it, preventing Huang Jianguo and the others from easily capturing the leader. The Yin Corpse Mole Crickets would sense that their leader was not only alive but also nearby, and would bravely charge forward to fight those people until only one remained.

"What if they spray pesticide?" Zhu Biao asked with interest but also unease.

Wu Daoming said, "Currently, widely used pesticides in agriculture, such as dichlorvos, are organophosphate insecticides. They don't rapidly paralyze nerves and organs like neurotoxins or hemotoxins, but rather cause a comprehensive poisoning. Within ten minutes, the mole cricket will still have the ability to move and attack, which is sufficient. Furthermore, I, Wu, will also lend the mole cricket a helping hand."

The nun asked, puzzled, "How will you help, brother?"

Wu Daoming smiled slightly, "You'll know when the time comes."

The nun continued, "Brother..." "What's your plan to lure out the Mole Cricket King?"

Wu Daoming pointed to the ghost infant Shen Caihua in Zhu Biao's arms and said, "The child of a Yin Corpse must have the same scent or part of the same biomagnetic field as Shen Caihua. Once the Yin Corpse Mole Cricket King senses it, it will think another Yin Corpse has appeared and will definitely crawl out from underground to investigate. At that time, it will be a piece of cake."

Zhu Biao hugged Shen Caihua tightly. The baby's skin was so delicate. If it were scratched by those mole crickets with their sharp forelegs, it would be terrible, he thought.

Wu Daoming saw Zhu Biao's worry and comforted him, "Zhu Biao, don't worry about that. The child will definitely be unharmed, otherwise it wouldn't be a ghost infant."

Zhu Biao nodded with some doubt and asked, "Then when do we start?"

"According to my speculation, Huang Jianguo is afraid that we will move the corpse, so he will definitely bring people back soon. It's only half an hour's drive from here to Nanshan Town. With the round trip and preparation time, we will definitely arrive before noon," Wu Daoming analyzed.

Deep down, the nun admired Wu Daoming more and more. He was not only profound in his understanding but also exceptionally intelligent and resourceful. Especially his words—that a man should step forward to help the woman he loves when she needs it most—filled her with fervor. Such men were truly rare in the world. What moved her even more was that night, while she was healing, his burning hand pressed firmly against her chest… “Nun, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Wu Daoming asked with concern, seeing her hand on her chest, her face flushed.

This Wu Daoming, though a virgin for sixty years, was utterly ignorant of matters of the heart.

The nun gave Wu Daoming a reproachful look, the first time in her life she had ever felt a stirring of attraction in a man. Her gaze held the sorrow of countless nights spent with the lamp and the ancient Buddha, the yearning and heartbreak of a devoted young woman… Even the most foolish and clumsy Wu Daoming felt a powerful shock; his chest warmed, his throat sweetened, and his youthful energy almost burst forth, but he quickly swallowed it back down.

Chapter Sixty-One:

The sun rose in the east, the sky was clear, and although it was late autumn, the sunlight felt warm and pleasant.

Wu Daoming, carrying the infant, arrived at Shen Caihua's grave on the west side of the thatched house, with the nun and Zhu Biao following behind.

On that small patch of land were two small cave entrances, one in and one out, where the corpse-eating mole crickets busied themselves, as if preparing food for winter.

Wu Daoming said, “Shen Caihua, I, Wu, remember your deep affection for Zhu Biao, so I arranged to move you here, so that the living and the dead could be together, to ease Zhu Biao’s longing and regret. Unexpectedly, your husband’s family still tracked you down. Today, they want to dig up your grave and steal your corpse. How can I stand idly by? I will borrow your protective corpse-protecting mole cricket to vent your anger.”

With that, Wu Daoming gently placed Shen Caihua on the ground, letting him sit at the entrance of the corpse-protecting mole cricket’s hole.

The ghost infant showed no fear upon seeing the corpse-protecting mole cricket, casually picking one up with its chubby little hand and playing with it. The other corpse-protecting mole crickets stopped, quietly watching the infant.

At this moment, all the mole crickets on the ground parted to make way, and in an instant, a huge mole cricket head emerged from the hole, its two enormous, tooth-shaped forelegs gleaming metallicly. A wisp of white beard even grew under its chin, and a thick shield-like plate grew from the back of its armor-like brown head. Two large single eyes were superimposed on its compound eyes, staring at the ghost infant with suspicion.

Shen Caihua also noticed this enormous mole cricket, watching it curiously and excitedly as the Shadow Corpse Mole Cricket King slowly crawled out of its hole, its body several inches long.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Daoming swiftly extended his arm, his two fingers pinching the mole cricket king's head shield, lifting it off the ground. With his other hand, he quickly tore out a strip of black electrical tape and wrapped the Shadow Corpse Mole Cricket King tightly, turning it into a large rice dumpling.

The Shadow Corpse Mole Crickets on the ground were stunned for a moment, then all flapped their underdeveloped vocal tracts, emitting angry cries.

Wu Daoming didn't dare to be negligent either. He casually tossed the Shadow Corpse Mole Cricket King into the grass two meters away, then leaped backward, jumping outside the circle.

The remaining Shadow Corpse Mole Crickets all formed a circle around the ghost infant, their serrated forelegs pointing outward, vigilantly protecting the ghost infant Shen Caihua.

Wu Daoming smiled with satisfaction, while the nun and Zhu Biao were speechless with astonishment.

Just then, the roar of a car engine echoed through the village.

Chapter Sixty-Two

: The one that arrived was the old Liberation-10 truck from the town. As soon as the truck stopped, seven or eight bald, beardless militiamen jumped out of the cargo bed, each carrying a hoe and a shovel. Two of them also carried pesticide sprayers. The hair on these men's heads had been plucked by the Red-Eyed Shadow Bats when they broke into Wolong Valley last time.

The driver's door opened, and Huang Jianguo got out of the car. He waved confidently, and the group headed towards Zhu Biao's house at the north end of the village.

At Zhu Biao's door, Huang Jianguo spotted Wu Daoming, the nun, and Zhu Biao standing on the west side of the thatched hut. Strangely, the infant was sitting on the ground.

The militiamen surrounded them.

Huang Jianguo cleared his throat and said, "Zhu Biao, Lord Meng has appointed us to clean up the harmful 'yin corpses.' Those 'yin corpses' and their mole crickets are also pests. We need to spray pesticide to kill them first. Please take the child away."

Zhu Biao trembled slightly, glancing at Wu Daoming.

Wu Daoming stepped forward, stretched out his arms, and swiftly scooped the ghost infant from mid-air, retreating outside the circle.

"Everyone, step back. We're starting work now. Spray the insecticide first," Huang Jianguo ordered.

Wu Daoming and the others retreated to the center of the courtyard, silently waiting to witness a fierce battle between humans and insects.

The mole crickets seemed to sense the approaching danger, letting out tense chirps, like a battle horn. In an instant, countless mole crickets swarmed out of their burrows.

Huang Jianguo chuckled, swung his hand, and shouted, "Begin!"

Two militiamen pressed down on the handles of their backpack sprayers, and a pale yellow mist of dichlorvos enveloped the mole crickets. The remaining militiamen, armed with hoes and shovels, surged forward, ready to annihilate them.

The mole crickets fell in droves. Wu Daoming was shocked; this outcome was completely unexpected. He hadn't imagined that the insecticide produced inland was so toxic. It seemed the mole crickets were about to suffer a complete defeat.

The nun was also quite surprised. She glanced at Wu Daoming, wanting to ask him what was going on, but saw the Daoist brother put his hand into her crotch. The nun blushed involuntarily... Wu Daoming endured the pain and pulled out two scrotums, then swung them out with his inner energy. With two soft hissing sounds, the wrists of the two militia members who were spraying pesticide were deeply pierced by the two scrotums. Their hands fell, and they dropped the spray guns to the ground.

The corpse crickets had a chance to catch their breath. With two sharp, serrated forelegs, they poured out of their holes and pounced on the militia members, crawling all over their bodies and frantically cutting their flesh. Their clothes were sawed to pieces and scattered everywhere. All the militia members, including Huang Jianguo, were left naked, their flesh torn with countless bloody cuts.

At the wrists of the two militiamen spraying pesticide, the corpse crickets had sawed through their vertebrae, the curled ends of the vertebrae drifting away in the wind, half of the cone-shaped tip still remaining beneath the skin.

"Amitabha," the nun chanted, turning her back.

Zhu Biao was already dumbfounded, stamping his feet and repeatedly shouting through gritted

teeth, "Kill! Kill!" Wu Daoming watched the battle with a smile. Shen Caihua, whom he held in his arms, saw so many naked people flowing with bright red blood. His pupils dilated rapidly, his nose sniffed, his mouth panted heavily, revealing sharp teeth, and his little tongue occasionally licking his lips.

Huang Jianguo jumped and slapped the corpse crickets down, shouting hoarsely, "Retreat! Retreat quickly!" At the same time, he leaped into the pond.

The naked militiamen, screaming in pain from their cut skin, rushed to the pond and leaped in, splashing water everywhere.

The last to fall was the young man who had sprayed the pesticide, his body stained red and emanating a faint smell of blood.

He ran towards the pond, passing right by Wu Daoming.

Before Wu Daoming could react, Shen Caihua darted out, grabbed the man's neck, and bit down hard with his small teeth.

"Ah!" the man cried out, falling backward to the ground. Shen Caihua, his bare bottom exposed, held on tightly, his lower abdomen rising and falling as he sucked blood… Wu Daoming was horrified; a death was no joke. He quickly stepped forward, trying to pull the ghost infant down, but Shen Caihua wouldn't let go.

Wu Daoming hardened his heart, pointed a finger at Shen Caihua's acupoint on his waist, where he fell asleep. Shen Caihua slowly released his blood-stained teeth, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Wu Daoming quickly checked the wound on the man's neck. Fortunately, it hadn't bitten the carotid artery; only capillaries were bleeding, which would clot on its own soon.

The nun was still standing with her back turned, chanting Buddhist mantras incessantly. She couldn't bear to face the naked young men, especially with Wu Daoming nearby.

Wu Daoming carried the ghost infant to the edge of the bushes, reached out and grabbed the Shadow Corpse Mole Cricket King, untied it, and placed it at the entrance of the burrow.

The Shadow Corpse Mole Cricket King shook its wings and let out a loud chirp. The scattered mole crickets regrouped and followed their leader into the burrow.

The battle was over. Scattered on the ground were the corpses of poisoned Shadow Corpse Mole Crickets, along with some hoes, shovels, and backpack sprayers. Remnants of torn and shredded cloth lay on the ground.

Huang Jianguo and his group climbed naked from the pond and ran towards the cars parked in the village. A moment later, the roar of engines could be heard; they were gone.

Wu Daoming carried Shen Caihua and the nun back to the thatched hut, while Zhu Biao began cleaning up the battlefield. He gathered the hoes, shovels, and other items together, knowing those people would surely send someone to retrieve them. Then he found a broom and swept all the corpses of the leech and mole crickets into the grass.

Wu Daoming looked at the sleeping baby in his arms, a smile appearing on his face.

"Brother Dao, what are you smiling about?" the nun asked suspiciously.

Wu Daoming smiled slightly and said, "He's started drinking human blood."

Early the next morning, Han Sheng set off for the county town.

Wu Chushan had warned Han Sheng to be careful everywhere, sensing something amiss.

Han Sheng first arrived in Nanshan Town, then took a ride to the county town, arriving in Wuyuan City around ten o'clock. Relying on his memory, he easily found the deep courtyard house.

Han Sheng pushed open the half-closed door, and someone came forward to inquire about his purpose.

Han Sheng said he was looking for Director Huang Qianhui, but the person told him that Director Huang was at work and had not returned; he could go to the County Revolutionary Committee if necessary. Han Sheng had no choice but to step back and sit on the stone steps outside the gate to wait.

The autumn sun was warm and gentle, making him drowsy, and Han Sheng soon dozed off.

"Hey, isn't this Han Sheng?" someone said.

Han Sheng opened his eyes and saw that the person in front of him was Meng Zhuqi. He hadn't seen him for several days, and Director Meng seemed to have aged a lot. He was wearing a hat, and the hair that had been plucked out by the Yin Bat had not yet grown back. His voice was weak and feeble.

"Where is my father?" Han Sheng asked.

"Ah, let's go inside and talk," Meng Zhuqi said, leading Han Sheng into the courtyard.

After sitting down in the living room, Meng Zhuqi told Han Sheng that Dr. Zhu had already gone to Beijing with the leader.

Han Sheng was shocked. His father could never have gone to Beijing voluntarily; he must have been coerced. Uncle Shanren was right; there were indeed many suspicious circumstances.

"What did my father say when he left?" Han Sheng asked calmly.

Meng Zhuqi said, "He said you should go to Beijing to find him."

He was lying, Han Sheng thought to himself.

"How can I find him in Beijing?" Han Sheng remained calm.

"The commander has sent Director Huang Qianhui to accompany you," Meng Zhuqi replied.

That makes sense. They're using my father to blackmail me, forcing me to go to Beijing. How can these officials be so despicable? Besides, I saved his life.

"Han Sheng, I want to ask you for a favor," Meng Zhuqi said, his tone extremely humble and weak.

Han Sheng stared at him, remaining silent.

"My son, he's paralyzed from the neck down. If you can help, our whole family will be eternally grateful." Meng Zhuqi's aged face, dull eyes, and desperate pleading voice filled him with hopelessness.

Han Sheng recalled what Lan'er had told him; that Meng Hongbing was no good, daring to insult Lan'er. He would rather heal that scoundrel than let him do it.

Han Sheng turned his face away, ignoring the conversation.

Meng Zhuqi already knew that a master had broken into his house last night, torn off the door latch, and scaled the wall to abduct Lan'er and her daughter.

His good-for-nothing son was so headstrong, not even understanding the simple truth that "haste makes waste."

Furthermore, according to Huang Jianguo's analysis, the soldier's cervical spine injury might also have been caused by a pressure point expert. He suspected it was related to Shen Caihua's lover and had already begun investigating.

However, he didn't see it that way. Why did this happen so soon after Lan'er arrived? As he said, the one who injured his son was a master, and the one who scaled the wall and broke the lock to abduct people was also a master. Were these two incidents just coincidences? What if the two masters were the same person?

Then, Wu Chushan was the most suspicious.

Chapter Sixty-Three

"It can be cured," Han Sheng said.

"What! You say it can be cured?" Meng Zhuqi trembled as if struck by lightning.

"That's right, and even the testicles can grow new ones," Han Sheng said calmly.

Meng Zhuqi seemed to see a merciful savior. At this moment, he felt that Han Sheng was shining with a golden halo. His career and Lan'er were no longer important.

With a "thump," Meng Zhuqi knelt down.

"Dr. Han Sheng, please have mercy and save my poor son!" Meng Zhuqi cried, tears streaming down his face.

"But there's one condition," Han Sheng said.

"Fine, a hundred conditions will do," Meng Zhuqi replied hastily.

Han Sheng said, "Release my father, and he'll never interfere with our lives again."

Meng Zhuqi gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, my brother-in-law and I will definitely do it."

Han Sheng smiled slightly, "I'll treat my father the day after he returns."

With that, Han Sheng stood up and walked towards the door.

Meng Zhuqi collapsed to the ground, struggled to his feet, and shakily grabbed the telephone from the coffee table, dialing the county revolutionary committee office, urging his brother-in-law to come home immediately.

Han Sheng walked down the street, pondering.

His father was right; the real shortage of doctors and medicine was among the common people. Officials throughout history valued their own lives highly, but how many truly cared about the suffering of the common people? Having obtained the *Qing Nang Jing* and *Shi Yi Jing* by chance, he should use them to treat the poor who truly need his help, offering his medicine and relieving the suffering of the world. From now on, he would emulate Hua Tuo, not just caring for his small family in Nanshan Village, but wandering the world to treat the sick, accumulating effective prescriptions into a collection to pass on to future generations. Thinking this, Han Sheng felt a surge of energy, as if a great responsibility had been bestowed upon him. He straightened his back, raised his head, and looked ahead, only to find himself in a market.

Han Sheng strolled aimlessly, past herbal medicine stalls selling herbs like kudzu root, astragalus, and salvia miltiorrhiza, exuding a familiar, rustic aroma.

"Young man, it's you! Do you still recognize Bai Yi Gao?" An elderly man with a white beard grabbed Han Sheng's arm.

Han Sheng chuckled upon seeing him. This was the old man selling dog-skin plasters. Not long ago, he had taken Han Sheng to the Immortal Cave in Dazhang Mountain, and Han Sheng had taken a shortcut through the cave to reach Wolong Valley.

"Senior Bai, it's you! I haven't returned the flashlight from last time." Han Sheng was overjoyed to see an old friend.

"Come sit down and let's chat." Bai Yigao brought over a small stool for Han Sheng to sit on.

"How's business?" Han Sheng asked with a smile.

"Strange, I used to sell only three or five plasters a day, but recently it's been selling very well, and they're all large orders, hundreds of plasters at a time. But I have to prepare them according to the buyer's prescription. I came to deliver the goods today, and I was just about to go back when I happened to run into you, young man." Bai Yigao said.

"That's interesting. May I see the prescription?" Han Sheng's curiosity was piqued; he wanted to know what kind of prescription was so popular.

Bai Yigao knew this young man, despite his young age, was quite skilled, so he quickly took out a prescription from his pocket and respectfully handed it to Han Sheng.

Han Sheng looked at the words on the paper, his expression suddenly becoming unusually serious.

"This isn't a prescription for treating illness," Han Sheng said.

"If it's not a prescription for treating illness, then what is it?" Bai Yigao asked in surprise.

Han Sheng pointed to the writing on the prescription and said, "This is for warding off evil spirits. Look at these ingredients: cinnabar, broom ash, dust from the soles of slippers, and black dog tail hair. The medicinal guide is boy's urine, and it's specifically for children under three years old. These are all essential items for warding off evil spirits."

Bai Yigao asked疑惑地问道, "Then what kind of evil spirit is it warding off?"

Han Sheng pondered, "Perhaps something like a corpse turning into a spirit after death. Who wants it?"

Bai Yigao stammered, "A crematorium in the Jingdezhen area."

"Oh, I see. It seems something has happened there," Han Sheng said thoughtfully.

“Young man, now that you mention it, I remember. The person who placed the order dressed a bit like a Taoist priest, but his complexion was terrible, with a dark spot between his brows and shifty eyes. Could he be possessed by a ghost? Is it really possible for such strange things to happen in broad daylight?” Bai Yigao said, still shaken.

“Has that person left?” Han Sheng asked.

“He took the goods, stuffed them into a large travel bag, and rushed to the bus station. What happened?” Bai Yigao asked.

Han Sheng said, “The prescription didn’t work. How long has that person been gone?”

“A while ago,” Bai Yigao replied.

Han Sheng said, “I need to go to the bus station to catch a bus back to Nanshan Town anyway, so I’ll take my leave now. If I run into that person, I’ll help him out.” Han Sheng asked about the person’s appearance, then said goodbye to Bai Yigao and headed towards the bus station.

Wuyuan County Bus Station was bustling with people.

Han Sheng spotted the man immediately. He was leaning against a large locust tree in front of the station, a large yellow canvas travel bag beside him. His shirt was open, revealing his goosebump-like chest, and he was tearing off a plaster and sticking it to his heart.

Han Sheng walked over and stood in front of him.

The man was about fifty years old, dark-skinned and thin, wearing an old-fashioned gray jacket, black trousers, and cloth shoes. As Bai Yigao had described, his face was withered, with a dark patch between his eyebrows, suggesting he was seriously ill. His lips were bluish-purple, and he was constantly gasping for breath; his teeth were yellowish-black.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Han Sheng asked, looking at him.

The man raised his eyelids, saw that the person standing in front of him was a young man of about twenty years old who looked like he came from the countryside, and didn't take him seriously. He just snorted and ignored him.

Han Sheng chuckled and said, "Your plaster won't work. It can dispel common possessions, but it doesn't really exorcise ghosts."

The man was startled, staring intently at Han Sheng, and stammered, "What...what did you say?"

Han Sheng crouched down, smiled kindly at him, and said, "Cinnabar is for calming the nerves. Broom ash, shoe dust, and black dog hair are just common folk remedies for exorcising evil. While a three-year-old's urine is pure, its yang energy is weak. Such methods might work for driving away weasels in the countryside, but they're completely useless against corpses."

The man's mouth hung open in astonishment.

"You're from Maoshan, aren't you?" the man asked, his eyes wide.

Maoshan? Han Sheng remembered a story about Maoshan Taoists in a play, the one who almost broke his head trying to learn the art of walking through walls. Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Han Sheng's face.

"Then you must be from Longhu Mountain in Jiangxi," the man quickly corrected, seeing Han Sheng's smile.

Han Sheng shook his head and said, "What happened to you? Can you tell me? Maybe I can give you some advice."

The man said dejectedly, “My name is Yiqing. I used to be a Taoist priest at Qingyun Temple in Xiaoqingshan. Later, the government shut down the temple, and I was assigned to work as a furnace worker at a crematorium. Recently, strange things have been happening there. About ten days ago, on a stormy night, I was on night shift. After my shift ended, I checked the work log. That night, there was only one unidentified female corpse that needed to be cremated, so it should have been a quiet night.

I got a bottle of liquor and a braised bull penis. It was a pleasant night. Don’t laugh at me, but I rely on liquor to bolster my courage while working on cremating people. Anyway, I have no family, I’m a bachelor, and all my wages go into food. I was the only one in the crematorium workshop. Outside, there was lightning and thunder, and the rain was pouring down. At that moment, drinking spicy liquor, savoring the delicious bull penis, and having a female corpse for company, do you think, how much of life can one have?” Yiqing licked his lips as he reminisced.

Han Sheng stared at Yi Qing in astonishment, thinking that such a horrific scene was described so beautifully and harmoniously. But then again, it was no wonder; anyone who worked burning people alive for a long time would become psychologically disturbed.

Yi Qing continued, "I thought to myself, 'I have the fine wine and delicious food, but I don't know if that unidentified female corpse is a girl, or what she looks like.' So I went to the corpse conveyor belt by the furnace door, lifted the white sheet to look… and she really was a beauty! I've never seen such a beautiful woman in my life. She looked like she was asleep, with long eyelashes, fair skin like tofu, a high nose, tightly closed lips, and a pleasant perfume scent. Especially her two large breasts, so full they seemed about to burst out of her clothes. I couldn't resist touching them; they were even elastic!

I tore off the white sheet, carried her to the table, and let her lean against the chair opposite me. Then I used a matchstick to pry open her eyelids, revealing two…" Her big eyes were looking at me… It was so beautiful, damn it, thinking back to my days as a Taoist priest, it was truly inhuman.

I drank while gazing at the beautiful woman before me, thinking, a person's life is only a short few decades, what's there to be so upset about? I don't understand, I don't understand at all, why commit suicide? She wouldn't get the wine, she wouldn't get the bull's penis, what a loss!

I'd already drunk more than half a bottle, and the thought of finishing this bottle and then pushing this girl into the furnace made my heart ache, and tears welled up in my eyes.

I looked at the small piece of bull's penis in my hand, took a bite, and gently chewed it. Such a delicious thing, you should try it too. I held the remaining bull's penis to the girl's mouth… She opened her small mouth and ate it.

"What did you say? This female corpse can eat?" Han Sheng exclaimed in astonishment.

"Yes, she ate that remaining piece of bull's penis. My head suddenly went 'buzz,' and I fell backward unconscious." "Yi Qing said, still shaken.

"And then?" Han Sheng asked, both nervous and excited.

"What happened next?" Yi Qing blinked and asked.

"You mean the female corpse, of course?" Han Sheng asked.

"Gone, disappeared. The workers on the early shift woke me up. It wasn't on the corpse conveyor belt, nor in the furnace. A white sheet was on the ground, and two matchsticks were neatly arranged on the table," Yi Qing said.

"Strange," Han Sheng said thoughtfully, "Logically speaking, there are only eighteen types of corpse transformation: resurrected corpse, hairy corpse, zombie, walking corpse, grass corpse, skin corpse, sweat corpse, blood corpse, fighting corpse, jade corpse, flesh corpse, awakened corpse, stone corpse, cotton corpse, armored corpse, wooden corpse, vegetable corpse, and shade corpse. I suspect this female corpse is very likely a flesh corpse."

"How do you know?" "Yi Qing was stunned by the string of names of corpse transformations.

Han Sheng smiled but didn't answer; the things in the *Corpse Clothes Manual* couldn't be spoken of casually.

Yi Qing continued, 'The workers on the next shift all thought I was drunk and helped me to the bed in the duty room to rest. I dared not tell anyone about this; if the leaders found out I had carelessly moved a female corpse, I would be punished at best, and fired at worst. I quickly filled out the work log, and that was the end of it. The next day, it was my night shift again. I was terrified. I looked through the log; there was a male corpse to be cremated that night. Not much work, so I decided to drink to bolster my courage. Who knew that after drinking less than two ounces, my eyelids tightened. Perhaps I was too nervous, and I drifted off to sleep. I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. Damn, I was scared to death.'

'What happened? Did the female corpse come?'" "Han Sheng pressed.

Yi Qing shook her head and said, "I looked up from the table and saw a man sitting opposite me, staring at me with matchsticks propping up his eyelids..."

Han Sheng was startled and asked nervously, "Was it the male corpse?"

"It was the male corpse, covered with a white sheet." Yi Qing trembled uncontrollably.

"What happened next?" Han Sheng became even more interested.

Yi Qing said tremblingly, "I picked him up, rushed to the stove, threw him in, sprayed diesel fuel on it, and set it on fire."

"Burned?" Han Sheng asked.

"Burned." Yi Qing answered.

Chapter Sixty-Four

"On the third night, there was an old woman who died in a car accident. Half of her face was crushed. She had propped up the eyelid of her remaining eye with matchsticks, and her eye was filled with red blood vessels, which was extremely terrifying." Yi Qing recounted tremblingly.

"Strange, how could so many fleshy corpses suddenly appear?" "Han Sheng muttered to himself.

"On the fourth night, there was an abandoned dead infant, very small. Its eyes had been eaten by small animals like rats in the wild. I was relieved; without eyes, let's see how it manages to keep its eyelids open." Yi Qing gave a bitter smile.

Han Sheng shook his head and interjected, "The smaller, the more ferocious."

"It used half a box of matchsticks to pry its little mouth open, with only half a tongue inside, and sat in my lap wrapped in a white sheet..." Yi Qing said.

Han Sheng felt a chill run down his spine. This was truly unbelievable, completely beyond his imagination. He asked, "Will it be like this every night from now on?"

Yi Qing said, "Only when I'm on night shift."

Han Sheng said, "You've made so many plasters just to stick them on yourself?"

"No," Yi Qing looked at Han Sheng and said, "I only need one or two for myself. I plan to stick the rest on the corpses when I'm on night shift. I learned these Taoist methods of warding off evil when I was practicing at Qingyun Temple."

Han Sheng smiled and asked, "Have you tried it?" "

No, it's my turn to work the night shift again tomorrow night. I was planning to use these plasters to deal with those corpses," Yi Qing said.

Han Sheng pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "I don't think your plasters will work on those fleshy corpses. How about this, you come home with me, and I'll prepare two doses of medicine specifically for dealing with fleshy corpses."

Yi Qing's face lit up with joy, "That would be great! I wasn't very confident to begin with, so having an expert's help is truly a blessing."

"Alright, let's go." Han Sheng helped Yi Qing up from the ground, helped him carry his canvas travel bag, and together they boarded the bus heading to Nanshan Town.

Around dusk, the two entered Nanshan Village and returned to their home at the east end of the village.

Lan'er was cooking dinner and was very happy to see Han Sheng, calling out, "Father, Han Sheng is back!" Wu

Chushan came out of the house and immediately felt a chill when he saw Yi Qing beside Han Sheng. This man was surrounded by an aura of yin energy, with pig eyes, a dog nose, a sheep mouth, dark and wrinkled lips, a thin upper lip and a turned-up lower lip, a chicken chest and a dog belly, a crooked and flat buttocks, and a thin, pointed, and exposed bottom—a truly despicable appearance.

Wu Chushan thought to himself, "Why did Han Sheng bring such a person home?" The ominous premonition he had that morning was growing stronger.

Han Sheng introduced, "This is Master Yi Qing from the Jingdezhen Crematorium. Something strange happened to him."

They went into the east room, and after they sat down, Han Sheng recounted in detail Master Yi Qing's encounter with the corpse during his night shift.

Wu Chushan stared intently at Master Yi Qing for a moment, then slowly said, "Have you ever suffered from hysteria or been possessed by an evil spirit before?" Master

Yi Qing shook his head and said, "No." "

I see that your forehead is dark, and the evil spirit has seeped into your bones. Perhaps it's due to years of dealing with corpses. What you call a corpse transformation is indeed a bit strange. This is the first time I've heard of such an inexplicable phenomenon. According to common sense, the actions of a corpse transformation should be traceable, but why would they open their eyelids and stare at you without harming you? This doesn't seem to make sense," Wu Chushan analyzed.

"Dinner's ready," Lan'er said, pushing open the door to enter.

Wu Chushanren stood up and said, "Let's discuss this after we eat. Lan'er and her mother are timid, so let's not bring this up in front of them."

The pork Wu Daoming sent last time couldn't be finished, so Lan'er had pickled it. Today, a piece was cut and steamed, its salty aroma filling the air.

Master Yiqing didn't stand on ceremony; he ate almost all the pickled meat, plus three bowls of rice. Lan'er and her mother exchanged surprised glances.

Wu Chushanren shook his head, watching Yiqing's shameless eating.

Hansheng ate a couple of mouthfuls of rice, then got up to prepare the medicine for warding off evil.

The man stopped Hansheng in the courtyard and whispered, "Hansheng, this man is dishonest. Do you believe what he says?"

Hansheng replied, "I still believe him about the corpses, because he ordered so many warding-off-evil ointments; it doesn't seem like he's making things up."

"Alright, but are you confident you can deal with those bizarre corpses?" the man asked with concern.

Han Sheng said, "The flesh corpse is gluttonous and very clean. I'm going to go to Li Lao Er's house to find a pig intestine as a medicinal ingredient. I'll stuff it with some filth and steam it. The flesh corpse will be poisoned and die after eating it."

"Alright, I believe you. Also, have you found Doctor Zhu?" Wu Chushanren asked.

Han Sheng shook his head and said, "He was taken to the capital by the chief. I've already made a deal with Meng Zhuqi: release my father and never bother us again, and I'll treat his son."

Shanren sighed and let Han Sheng go.

Han Sheng ran to Li Lao Er's house and found that all the pork for the day had been sold, and even the cutting board had been washed clean.

Han Sheng asked dejectedly, "Uncle Li, I wanted to buy a pig intestine, but it seems I'll have to wait until tomorrow."

Li Lao Er smiled and said, "Han Sheng, there's still a pig intestine with lesions on it that we can't sell. If you can use it, I'll give it to you."

"Of course I can use it, give it to me quickly," Han Sheng said, thinking that it was for the flesh corpse to eat anyway.

Li Lao Er went to the back and pulled out a pig intestine with bleeding spots on it; it seemed the pig being sold today was from a sick one.

"Do you have any pig manure? Give me some," Han Sheng said.

Han Sheng filled a bag with pig manure, carried the pig intestine home, and left.

Wu Chushan and Yi Qing were both puzzled as to why Han Sheng wanted such disgusting pig manure. Han Sheng smiled and explained, "To deal with a corpse, you need three kinds of excrement: earwax, eyewax, and nasal mucus. But the amount of each is usually small, so you need some filler. Pig intestines, used as a medicinal ingredient, are naturally filled with pig manure, so there's no conflict. Pig manure is the most suitable filler."

Wu Chushan found it amusing; he wondered where Han Sheng had learned these bizarre remedies. He hoped they would work.

"Master Yi Qing, please pick out your earwax, eyewax, and nasal mucus for me," Han Sheng said.

"How could I have such filthy things? I clean myself so many times every day," Yi Qing said, feeling aggrieved.

Han Sheng leaned closer to Yi Qing's face for a careful examination, then took out a matchstick and spent a long time picking at his ears. Sure enough, there wasn't a single speck of earwax; they were perfectly clean. His eyes and nose were also spotless.

What to do? Han Sheng was stumped.

"Let's use ours," Wu Chushan volunteered, and with a little effort, his little fingernail had already scraped out a large chunk of yellow earwax from Yi Qing's ear.

"Sigh, we'll just have to make do. Essentially, the person's own earwax has more medicinal value, and I..." Han Sheng hadn't finished speaking when he actually scooped a piece of dried nasal mucus from his own nose.

In the end, Wu Chushan and Han Sheng spent a great deal of effort to collect all three types: eight pieces of earwax, five strands of nasal mucus, and two specks of eye discharge.

Hansheng took Benben's rice bowl, poured in pig manure, stirred it with his hands, and then carefully added earwax, eye boogers, and nasal boogers to the bowl, mixing it into a paste. He then stuffed it little by little into the pig's large intestine, finally tying it tightly with string. The first step of making "Three-Shit Soul-Severing Intestines," the nemesis of carrion, was finally complete. By this time, it was completely dark.

Benben, seeing his rice bowl in such a state, pouted and stood aside angrily. Hansheng comforted him, saying, "Dogs eat shit, what's the fuss about?"

Where to cook it next? Lan'er firmly opposed steaming the "Three-Shit Soul-Severing Intestines" in the rice pot. Helpless, Hansheng could only set up three stones in the yard, find a broken earthenware pot, put in water and intestines, and light a fire underneath.

Soon, the water boiled, and the intestines gradually swelled up. Han Sheng found a needle and kept pricking holes in the swollen intestines to release the air, otherwise they would burst due to the expansion of the gas, filling the air with a foul, pig-like stench.

When the water was almost gone, the intestines were cooked, and Han Sheng scooped them out and hung them on a rope to dry.

"Alright, Master Yi Qing, tomorrow you can use this 'Three-Shit Soul-Severing Intestine' to deal with the flesh corpse. As long as the flesh corpse takes a bite, it will surely die." Han Sheng's tone was very certain.

Wu Chushan asked with some doubt, "Han Sheng, do you want Yi Qing to stay?"

"Of course, it's so late, and he's not familiar with the path. Let him leave early tomorrow morning." Han Sheng said cheerfully.

Back in the east room, two beds stood side by side by the window. Han Sheng pointed to his father's bed on the left and said, "Master Yi Qing, you can sleep in my father's bed."

Yi Qing thanked him and went to the bedside. He picked up a cup with his fingers, smelled it, and quickly threw it down, saying, "Ugh, such a strong smell of sweat."

Han Sheng, looking somewhat embarrassed, said, "I'm really sorry, we don't have any extra bedding."

Yi Qing said frankly, "It's alright, I'll just lie on the bed fully clothed, no need for a blanket." With that, he began to remove the sheets and pillows.

"Autumn nights can be quite cold, don't catch a cold," Han Sheng said with concern.

"It's alright," Yi Qing said nonchalantly, lying down on the bed fully clothed.

Han Sheng felt a little bored, so he went out of the room and into the courtyard.

Autumn night, a bright moon, a sky full of stars, Han Sheng looked up at the Milky Way stretching across the sky.

Father, how are you now? Han Sheng really misses you.

"Thinking of your father..." came Lan'er's gentle voice from behind.

Han Sheng's heart warmed, and he turned around. In the moonlight, Lan'er gazed at him tenderly.

"Oh, Lan'er, I have a gift for you." Han Sheng took out the emerald green stone from his pocket.

Lan'er held it in her palm; the small stone shimmered with a green fluorescence, crystal clear.

"Do you like it?" Han Sheng asked softly, his heart filled with sweetness.

"I love it so much! Is this an emerald?" Lan'er asked softly, waving the green light in her palm.

"Yes," Han Sheng replied. He thought of the leader and his wife of the Shadow Bats and their babies. Such a large family, aside from their fondness for plucking feathers, had never harmed humans, yet they were cruelly slaughtered, leaving only the leader's family of a few lonely members.

"Sigh..." Han Sheng let out a long sigh.

Lan'er stopped and gently leaned on Han Sheng's shoulder. Under the cool moonlight, they silently nestled together for a long, long time... Wu Chushan silently came out, seemingly wanting to say something to Han Sheng. Seeing this, he didn't disturb them and quietly went back to his room.

The night deepened, the moon was lonely, and the autumn air was cool as water. Benben was already snoring in his doghouse. Lan'er's body trembled slightly, and Han Sheng caringly escorted her back to her room.

Han Sheng returned to the courtyard and found the pig intestines had gone cold, so he casually took them down, knowing they wouldn't be usable if they were chewed through by crows or squirrels. He tiptoed into the east room, hung the intestines by the bedside, and then gently undressed and lay down on his bed.

There, Yi Qing was already asleep, fully clothed, emitting soft snores.

Everyone in the world has some flaws, more or less. As a doctor dedicated to healing the sick, he didn't dislike those with flaws, nor fawn over those with flaws. His proud and upright character was the essence of his medical practice. Wasn't his father the same?

Thinking this, Han Sheng finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The hazy moonlight shone through the window onto the bed. Yi Qing suddenly opened his eyes, a lewd smile appearing on his face…

Chapter Sixty-Five:

Yi Qing continued to grin, his mouth widening, his skin gradually lightening and becoming increasingly smooth. At the same time, his originally thin and withered chest slowly swelled, revealing two breasts. In a short while, the pig-like eyes, dog-like nose, and sheep-like mouth disappeared, replaced by delicate eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose, and a small mouth. Even her buttocks became fuller, and lying on the bed was now an extremely beautiful woman… She gracefully rose, glanced around, and then moved to Han Sheng's bedside. By the cold moonlight, she carefully examined the sleeping Han Sheng.

After a long while, she softly parted her lips and sighed softly: “The river winds around the Huangling Spring Temple, where spring is quiet; a lone oriole sings softly; the courtyard is covered with moss. The dark clouds are at peace, scattering to return to the mountains. The sound of flutes and drums is faint, the incense has burned out; the moon has lost its crescent shape; all say that romance surpasses the human world. Know that the madman is willing to die for a beauty.”

In her sorrow, two tears actually shed, falling coldly onto Han Sheng's face.

Han Sheng suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, and saw a beautiful woman with a refined and otherworldly beauty. In the moonlight, the woman was pitiful and lovely, her breath as fragrant as orchids, instantly arousing pity in him.

Han Sheng slowly sat up, glancing at Master Yi Qing's empty bed. He then looked at the woman, who was graceful and dressed in Yi Qing's clothes.

"You're a corpse?" Han Sheng understood, glancing sideways at the pig intestines hanging above the bed.

He had experienced too much in the past month, so he wasn't particularly afraid.

The woman said softly, “I am Mingyue. I became a nun at the nameless temple on Wengong Mountain when I was young, intending to spend my life with only the ancient Buddha and the dim light of the lamp. However, a year ago, I met a scholar and fell in love. I lost my appetite and wanted to leave the nunnery to be with him for life. The scholar also made a solemn vow, asking me to wait for him to finish his studies, and we agreed to meet again in two years. Mingyue suffered from sleepless nights and longing, and finally, my master found out and punished me by making me face the wall to repent for a year. Half a month ago, the scholar secretly sent me a box of mooncakes. I was delighted and ate them that night, but I was poisoned and died. My master noticed something was wrong in my room and used magic to expel the poison and save me, but it was too late. I have become a corpse. Now I can only hide in other people's bodies and can only show myself for an hour at night to eat something.”

As Mingyue spoke, her eyes kept glancing at the pig intestines hanging by the bed.

Han Sheng, seeing this, hurriedly said, "Mingyue, that stuff is awful, it's dog food, it's filthy. Tell me, what about the other flesh corpses?"

Mingyue sighed and said, "I only have my own thoughts for this one hour each day. Those flesh corpses are fake, they're just things I set up after I manifest, to scare Qing."

"Why?" Han Sheng asked, puzzled.

"Hoping that after he's frightened, he'll find a true master to come," Mingyue said.

"Why find a master to come?" Han Sheng still didn't understand.

Mingyue looked at Han Sheng with her clear, watery eyes and slowly said, "Please ask him to help me turn back into a normal person."

"How can that be done?" Han Sheng asked.

"I don't know either. Since the flesh corpses have thoughts and can manifest for a certain period at night, I guess there must be a way in this world," Mingyue said. Han Sheng was kind-hearted and always willing to help others, but he knew very little about corpses. The *Corpse Clothing Classic* only recorded eighteen names of corpse transformations, their respective habits, and tips on how to eliminate them, but it didn't mention any methods to help them recover.

It seemed that to help Mingyue, he needed to first understand the characteristics of corpses better; perhaps he could find a solution.

Uncle Shanren might know more about this.

Han Sheng dressed and got up, going to the door of the west room and softly calling out, "Uncle Shanren." He knew that with Uncle Shanren's martial arts skills, he should be very alert even in his sleep.

Sure enough, the door opened, and Wu Chushanren came out, dressed.

"Something happened? Han Sheng," Wu Chushanren asked alertly.

"Come with me," Han Sheng led Shanren into the east room.

Wu Chushanren was startled to see such a beautiful woman sitting on Han Sheng's bed. He looked at the woman with suspicion, then at Han Sheng.

"Uncle Shanren, she's the corpse in the crematorium." Han Sheng recounted Mingyue's unfortunate ordeal to Wu Chushanren in detail, but didn't notice that the pig intestine hanging by the bedside was gone.

"Oh, I see," Wu Chushanren mused. "Before, when I was in Wolong Valley, my master once told me about corpse transformations in the martial arts world. It's an ancient phenomenon, but rarely mentioned in official historical records. Corpses are a relatively benign type of corpse transformation; they generally don't actively harm people like yin corpses. I remember my master saying that corpse transformation occurs when a person is in the transitional period between life and death, what Buddhism calls the 'intermediate state,' and is affected by some external force. There are eighteen kinds of external forces that lead to eighteen kinds of corpse transformations. For example, on a moonless night, a yin cat happens to be..." If the time jumps past the heart of the corpse, it will cause the corpse to rise from the dead; there are many folk examples of this. Some only appear in specific areas, such as the walking corpse, which only appears in western Hunan. It is caused by applying a herb originating from the Miao people to the mouth and nose of the corpse in its intermediate state, allowing it to continue walking like a normal person at night, but it cannot speak or think, and it obediently follows the commands of the corpse-driver. As for the flesh corpse, even my master knows only a limited amount, so I can't say anything about it either.”

Han Sheng was greatly disappointed. Even his uncle, Wu Chushanren, didn't know, so it seemed even more difficult to understand the situation of the flesh corpse.

Wu Chushanren pondered, “There is someone who might know.”

“Who?” Han Sheng immediately became interested.

“Wu Daoming from Lingnan,” Wu Chushanren said.

With a “thud,” Mingyue collapsed to the ground.

Han Sheng was shocked and quickly helped Wu Chushanren lift Mingyue onto the bed. By the moonlight, they saw that Mingyue was unconscious, and her breath smelled like pig intestines.

Only then did Han Sheng realize that the "Three Excrements, Heartbreaking Intestines" inscription hanging above his bed was gone. "

Alas, the gluttony of the flesh corpse is truly undeniable; it ultimately cost him his life..." Han Sheng sighed deeply.

“There’s no other way. This ‘Three-Excrement Soul-Severing Intestine’ is specifically designed to exterminate corpses. One bite is enough to sever the soul. It seems she ate the whole thing. She’s truly pitiful. She was poisoned to death in life, and after becoming a corpse, she was harmed by my poisonous intestine. It’s all my fault for being careless.” Han Sheng was filled with self-reproach.

Wu Chushanren comforted Han Sheng, saying, “Han Sheng, don’t blame yourself anymore. There are just too many injustices in this world. Now that the corpse is dead, it seems Yi Qing’s body will soon return to its original form. Tell him to go back early at dawn.”

Han Sheng nodded and lay back down on the bed. Wu Chushanren went back to his room to rest.

Han Sheng tossed and turned, unable to sleep. In short, he was the one who harmed Mingyue, and the culprit was that scholar’s family. Although he didn’t know why they did it, their methods were indeed too ruthless.

In a daze, he remembered that the *Qing Nang Jing* contained a method for curing ghost poison. He had previously thought, "Where would a ghost come to me seeking an antidote?" Perhaps Hua Tuo had casually included it to make the text more comprehensive, so he hadn't paid much attention to it then. Now, however, he suddenly remembered it.

This required using the blue Yin-Yang Ruler.

The text said that yin wood gathers ghost energy and can cure ghost poison. The Yin-Yang Ruler could measure the life and death of the intermediate state (the state between death and rebirth). Insert the ruler into the mouth and observe the corpse energy. Those with the five elements of Ding, Wang, Yi, Guan, Xing, and Cai can be cured, while those with the five elements of Hai, Ku, Si, and Shi cannot.

Thinking of this, Han Sheng immediately got up, went out into the yard, and walked to the doghouse. Benben, still sleepy, looked at him and made a few unsatisfied gurgling sounds in its throat.

"Han Sheng, is something wrong?" came Wu Chushanren's voice from the west room.

"Nothing, I just came to check on Benben. Uncle Shanren, you go to sleep," Han Sheng said in a low voice.

He retrieved the sandalwood box from the thatched shed inside the doghouse, pulled out the lid, and examined it by the moonlight. The *Qing Nang Jing* was intact and not damp at all. He took out the Yin-Yang Ruler, closed the lid again, put the box back in its place, and then quietly returned to the east room.

Han Sheng walked to Ming Yue's side and saw that she was still a beautiful corpse, not yet transformed back into the ugly Master Yi Qing. He hoped it wasn't too late, he thought.

Han Sheng pried open Ming Yue's small mouth, wiped the Yin-Yang Ruler clean on his trousers, and then carefully inserted it into her mouth…

Chapter Sixty-Six:

Han Sheng carefully watched the Yin-Yang Ruler, like a doctor examining a thermometer. After a while, he noticed a white line appear on the blue ruler, its edges blurred, rising from her mouth—that was corpse energy, the ghostly energy condensed on the dark wood.

The white, deathly aura slowly rose, drifting and hovering over the "Death" position. Han Sheng's heart sank. "Death" signified loss of offspring, financial ruin, leaving one's hometown, and death. It seemed Mingyue was beyond saving.

A moment later, the aura stirred, rising another position. Han Sheng looked closely; it was the "Prosperity" position, signifying the addition of offspring, prosperity, a noble son, and success in examinations. Han Sheng felt a surge of joy

. The scriptures explained that ghosts were in the intermediate state (bardo). Their poisoning differed from that of humans. Human poisoning damaged the internal organs and meridians, while in the intermediate state it damaged the Qi, or the Po. This Yin-Yang Ruler made of dark wood could gather the Po, and when the Po gathered, the poison was neutralized.

Mingyue had been poisoned by the scholar's family and was in the intermediate state (the transition between life and death). She was saved by her master at the nameless nunnery, but the method was ineffective, and she mutated into a fleshy corpse. The corpse, having mistakenly ingested Han Sheng's "Three Excrement Soul-Severing Intestines," should have died instantly. However, the three excrement were impure, not originating from the person in question, Yi Qing, thus the medicine's potency was insufficient, giving Mingyue a glimmer of hope. Now, following the methods of the *Qing Nang Jing*, the Yin-Yang Ruler gathered the soul, neutralizing the deadly poison of the three excrement, and Mingyue was restored to a healthy corpse.

Han Sheng finally understood this. Next, Mingyue would return to Yi Qing's body, emerging for one hour each night. However, to completely save Mingyue, she first needed to return to her intermediate state (the state between death and rebirth), and then be treated using the methods of detoxifying humans from the *Qing Nang Jing*. Only then could the final success be achieved.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll go find Wu Daoming," he thought.

"What's wrong with me? What is this?" Mingyue slowly awoke, pulling the Yin-Yang Ruler from her mouth.

Han Sheng was overjoyed. The *Qing Nang Jing* was truly miraculous! Being a doctor was quite good; not only was saving people enjoyable, but saving ghosts was also so rewarding.

Han Sheng took the Yin-Yang Ruler, secretly glancing at Mingyue's high breasts, and said, "Mingyue, you were poisoned by that pig intestine you ate earlier, but you're fine now. An hour is almost up. I'll go find a way to treat you tomorrow. Remember, my name is Han Sheng, and this is Nanshan Village in Nanshan Town. We'll talk again tomorrow night. By the way, what's that scholar's name, and where does he live?"

Mingyue was about to speak, but couldn't utter a word. Suddenly, her skin turned black and wrinkled, and her beautiful, curved breasts shriveled and shriveled. Slowly appearing before her was Master Yiqing, with his pig eyes, dog nose, and sheep mouth… "Why does my mouth smell so bad?" Yiqing asked warily.

Zhu Biao was in an exceptionally good mood when he went to bed. He had thoroughly humiliated Huang Jianguo and his gang during the day, leaving them utterly defeated. Satisfied, he hummed a Xingguo folk tune as he drifted off to sleep. He hoped to meet Caihua in his dreams tonight and tell her everything that had happened.

At midnight, Wu Daoming quietly approached Zhu Biao's bedside, lifted the covers, and aimed acupoint on Zhu Biao's lower back, striking him with his finger. Zhu Biao groaned and fell into a deep sleep. Wu Daoming gently covered him with the blanket.

"Now he can sleep for twelve hours," Wu Daoming said with satisfaction.

The ghost infant Shen Caihua lay on the bed, his dark pupils and venomous eyes witnessing everything.

Wu Daoming picked up Shen Caihua and said, "Good child, we should start our work." He then grabbed a small blanket, wrapped the child in it, and went to the opposite room, softly saying, "Master, we should set off."

The master responded, and after a moment, dressed and ready, she opened the door.

That night, the bright moon hung high, the world was clear and bright, and the countryside was extremely quiet; even the insects were asleep, not a single chirp could be heard.

The two of them quietly left the village along a path and arrived at a hillside in the countryside.

The nun asked, "Brother Dao, how does the ghost infant locate the Taiji Halo?"

Wu Daoming replied, "It's midnight now, the time when Yin energy is at its peak. The ghost infant has accumulated too much Yin energy, causing his meridians to swell and feel very uncomfortable. The Taiji Halo, regardless of Yin or Yang, represents a balance of the five elements and Yin and Yang. The ghost infant will instinctively move towards it to alleviate the discomfort caused by the Yin energy. Therefore, we only need to go in the direction he prefers to find the Taiji Halo."

The nun nodded and asked, "Brother Dao, how much do you estimate the ghost infant's detection range is now?"

"A radius of a thousand meters should be no problem," Wu Daoming replied.

Wu Daoming carried the ghost infant and took ten steps in each of the four directions—east, west, south, and north—observing the ghost infant's reaction.

"Southwest," Wu Daoming said with a smile.

Under the moonlight, Wu Daoming carried the child in front, with the nameless nun behind, heading southwest, which was the direction of the Linggu Cave entrance, the true location of the Taiji Yin Halo.

A dark shadow followed silently from a distance.

Passing through the bamboo forest, the entrance to the Linggu Cave lay ahead.

Wu Daoming stopped, using his old method to probe the ghost infant's reaction in the four directions: east, west, south, and north.

In the moonlight, the ghost infant Shen Caihua's black pupils dilated and shrank, its small mouth slightly parted, revealing an eerie smile. Shen Caihua stretched out its two small arms, as if about to pounce into the Linggu Cave.

"Strange, could the Taiji Yin Aura be inside the Linggu Cave? How can it absorb the essence of heaven and earth?" Wu Daoming shook his head, puzzled.

The nun said, "Perhaps there's a hidden paradise inside. For hundreds of years, countless people in the martial world have searched for the Taiji Yin Yun without success, perhaps limited by your limited thinking. Maybe a different path will truly lead to a brighter future."

Wu Daoming nodded in agreement, saying, "What you say is absolutely right, nun. Perhaps this is something others haven't considered. Alright, let's enter the cave." As he spoke, Wu Daoming pulled a miniature flashlight from his pocket; judging by its appearance, it wasn't a Chinese product.

Inside the cave, the temperature seemed much warmer; outside, it was already late autumn, and the nights were chilly—a stark contrast.

They walked along the cave's passageways, their footsteps echoing on the walls.

The black-clad figure who had been lurking behind hesitated for a moment, then bent down, took off his shoes, and carried them in his hand. He continued to follow barefoot, without making a sound.

Based on the ghost infant's reaction, they continued deeper into the mountainside; this was the route Wu Daoming and Zhu Biao had taken when they escaped from Wolong Valley last time.

However, the route indicated by the ghost infant Shen Caihua turned off halfway down the mountainside and continued diagonally downwards. Wu Daoming felt increasingly hot as he went on, and his outer garment was no longer enough, so he had to carry it in his hands. Even Shen Caihua was drenched in sweat, so Wu Daoming simply took the small blanket with him as well. Wu Daoming sensed

something was wrong; they were clearly going deeper underground, and the conditions for the formation of the Tai Chi halo were completely contrary to this. He stopped.

"Master, I feel something is wrong. Has the ghost infant made a mistake?" Wu Daoming said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

The Master was also drenched in sweat, but she was only wearing a cloth apron under her inner robe and couldn't take off her outer garment.

"Brother Dao, listen, what's that sound?" the Master said softly, holding her breath and listening intently.

Wu Daoming listened carefully and heard a continuous "bubbling" sound. "It sounds like water boiling," he said.

“Since we’re already here, let’s go take a look,” the nun said,

and they started walking. Rounding a cave, the boiling sound grew louder and louder. Upon closer inspection, they saw a large natural hot spring, several meters square, at the end of the passageway.

Under the flashlight beam, the hot spring water churned and boiled, bubbling and making a “glug-glug” sound, white steam filling the cave.

“We’ve been tricked by this kid; there’s no Tai Chi halo here,” Wu Daoming said dejectedly.

The ghost infant giggled, its little mouth widening to reveal two rows of sharp teeth.

“Stop laughing! It’s all your fault, making us come all this way for nothing,” Wu Daoming said angrily.

Shen Caihua continued to laugh, tears streaming down his face.

Wu Daoming pretended to be angry, lifting the ghost infant with both hands as if to throw it into the boiling water: “If you don’t shut up, I’ll throw you in.”

The nun knew her brother was just trying to scare the child, so she smiled and remained silent .

The barefoot man in black who had been following them panicked. Before he could speak, he swung his right arm out rapidly, sending five white beams of light shooting out like lightning, heading towards Wu Daoming and the nameless nun... Wu Daoming was already quite skilled in martial arts, and the nameless nun was a grandmaster of martial arts in the Central Plains. Logically, they shouldn't be easy targets for a sneak attack. However, neither of them expected that someone would attack them from deep underground with hidden weapons. The noise of boiling water also masked the sound of the hidden weapons cutting through the air. Moreover, the person who launched the hidden weapons was none other than Liu Jinmo, who possessed extraordinary martial arts skills!

The nun felt an unusual airflow behind her and quickly shifted her body to the right, dodging two fingernails. However, the third fingernail struck her Qu Yuan acupoint on her left shoulder blade. She felt a numbness in her left back, and half of her body immediately became immobile.

Wu Daoming was holding the ghost infant with both hands, his back wide open. Before he could react, a fingernail pierced his left shoulder acupoint and his tailbone. His raised arms slowly drooped, and a figure flashed before his eyes. His hands were empty; the baby had been snatched away.

"Mommy!" Shen Caihua cried.

Liu Jinmo tightly embraced the naked Shen Caihua, kissing the child's cheeks repeatedly.

Wu Daoming was truly astonished. First, he was surprised that Liu Jinmo would appear in the underground cave, and then even more astonished that the ghost infant called him "Mommy," and Liu Jinmo seemed to already consider him her mother. Thinking was useless now; he felt his body go limp and sat down on the ground.

The nun silently watched Liu Jinmo. She knew her martial arts were no match for his, and with her Qu Yuan acupoint severely injured and half her body paralyzed, she would be powerless to retaliate if Liu Jinmo attacked.

Liu Jinmo didn't even glance at them, happily carrying the child and kissing him as he walked away.

The nameless nun and Wu Daoming stared at each other, both stunned.

After a long while, Wu Daoming finally came to his senses and asked with concern, "Nun, where are you injured? Are you alright?"

Seeing that her brother had been hit by two fingernails, and seemed more seriously injured than herself, the nun felt a surge of warmth at his concern for her injuries, even though she was preoccupied with her own.

"It's alright. My left small intestine meridian's Qu Yuan acupoint is blocked; only half of my body is numb. How are you, brother?" the nun asked.

Wu Daoming smiled and said, "My left Jianjing acupoint is blocked, so I can't lift my arm. I also got hit by a hidden weapon in my coccyx; my lower body is weak. There are no acupoints there, so perhaps the attack missed."

The nun moved one leg to Wu Daoming's side and said, "Let me help you remove the hidden weapon."

Wu Daoming nodded.

The nun extended her right thumb and forefinger, pinched the end of the fingernail, and forcefully pulled it out, throwing it on the ground.

"There's one more," the nun said.

Wu Daoming blushed, a little embarrassed, and slowly bent over.

The nun said sternly, "We are both martial artists, why are you so hesitant?" Wu Daoming felt ashamed and obediently moved his buttocks over; it turned out that the fingernail had pierced the side of his anus. The nun grabbed the fingernail and pulled it out.

A hidden weapon piercing an acupoint mainly blocks the meridians; it's not enough to just pull it out. One must use internal energy to unblock the meridians to recover.

"Thank you, nun, let me help you remove the hidden weapon," Wu Daoming said gratefully. He tried to get up, but his lower body was still numb,

and he couldn't stand. The nun's left side was completely numb, and she couldn't even squat down.

"Nun, lie down," Wu Daoming suggested.

The nun blushed and obediently bent her right knee, lying down on Wu Daoming's lap... Both of them stiffened, neither daring to move. After a long while, Wu Daoming gently reached out his right hand and touched the nun's back.

The Quyuan acupoint is located at the medial end of the superior fossa of the scapula, at the upper border of the scapula, in the center of the trapezius and superior abdominis muscles. It is a highly sensitive point, containing the descending branches of the transverse cervical artery and vein, and deeper branches of the superior scapular artery and vein, as well as the lateral accessory nerve of the posterior branch of the second thoracic nerve. When Wu Daoming's hand touched this area, the nun trembled.

"Qu" means hidden, and "Yuan" means low wall. Quyuan signifies that the spleen qi and blood in the Small Intestine Meridian descend here, accumulating like a hill or low wall when it reaches this point, hence the name Quyuan.

The nun rested her head on her Daoming's thigh, smelling the unusual scent, a warm current flowing through her heart, her whole body feeling soft and yielding—a feeling she had never experienced before.

Wu Daoming was also completely captivated at this moment. He felt the hot breath from the nun's mouth on his thigh, which was numb, tingling, and itchy. It was even more intense than the feeling when he pressed the nun's chest last time. His hand slowly stroked the nun's back, and he had already forgotten that he was trying to pull out the hidden weapon.

"What is love in this world? It makes people willing to die for each other." Wu Daoming recalled this line of poetry. He couldn't remember which Hong Kong writer had said it, but at this moment, that was exactly how he felt.

Sixty years! He had never been so close to a woman, skin to skin. His master had once said that a superior Feng Shui master must remain a virgin to observe Yin and Yang, to perceive the subtle changes of the Five Elements in nature, and to unleash the full power of his unique Yin-Yang weapon.

But at this moment, all of that seemed unimportant.

Wasn't the nun the same? She had been a nun since childhood, spending decades with only the dim light of the lamp and the ancient Buddha, never looking directly at a man, considering all men as nothing. Even her beloved disciple, Mingyue, was punished with a year of solitary confinement because she fell in love with a scholar, ultimately ending in tragedy.

So this is what it feels like to be with someone you love—so incredible, so wonderful, so indescribable… The flashlight's battery ran out, and the light slowly dimmed.

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