The Corpse Clothes of the Green Bag [Complete] - 10

Chapter 122

Han Sheng waited anxiously in the house for Master and Mingyue,

but they didn't return. At that moment, Wu Daoming stood up and said, "Han Sheng, let's go look for them." The two went out of the inn and looked around, but Master and Mingyue were nowhere to be seen. Their hearts pounded with unease.

Under the moonlight, only a faint light shone from the west window of the Tianmen Inn. The three thatched houses lay across the moonlight like a dark coffin. Behind the houses, a high, round hill rose, bare of trees and covered only with weeds, a stark contrast to the dense forests on the nearby mountains. The flickering oil lamp in the west room resembled an eternal flame in front of a grave, and the inn's signboard stood solemnly above the door like a memorial tablet.

"The Five Ghosts Close the Gate," Wu Daoming gasped.

"What did you say?" Han Sheng didn't understand Wu Daoming's meaning.

"Look," Wu Daoming explained, "this inn has a problem with its feng shui. The three thatched houses resemble a coffin lying horizontally, and the hill behind them is like a large burial mound. The door faces northeast, which is considered the 'Ghost Gate.' The yin energy in this inn is too strong, so much so that the hill behind it lacks yang energy

and trees don't grow. In feng shui, this is considered a very inauspicious place, called 'Five Ghosts Closing the Gate.' Every twelve years, within a cycle of the earthly branches, five people will inevitably die violently in this inn, hence the name." "So, in that case, Manager Wang and the corpse-driving Master Mo have already died violently, and the other three..." Han Sheng hesitated, unable to continue, and quickly urged, "Let's hurry and continue looking for Master and Mingyue."

Wu Daoming pointed to the small hill and said, "Standing higher makes it easier to see around." Without waiting for Han Sheng, he dashed up the burial-like hill.

Under the moonlight, the nameless nun lay dying atop the hill, while Mingyue had vanished without a trace… Wu Daoming was shocked and rushed to her side, tears streaming down his face as he repeatedly called out to his junior sister.

Han Sheng climbed to the top of the hill, his heart tightening immediately. He placed his right hand on the nun's wrist and said after a moment, “It's bad, the nun has been poisoned. Her pulse is rapid and strong, and her yin energy is being devoured. Quickly, carry her back to her room.”

Wu Daoming, with tears in his eyes, picked up the nun and ran back to the inn.

Han Sheng looked around, but Mingyue was nowhere to be seen. He sighed deeply and then went down the mountain back to his room.

Liu Jinmo was still surprised. Upon closer inspection, he smelled the odor of “toad smoke.”

“It’s that old woman with bound feet from Guangdong!” Liu Jinmo exclaimed.

Han Sheng frowned and said, "'Toad smoke'?"

Liu Jinmo explained, "This is the spiciest kind of smoke in Northeast China. It's pungent and spicy, known as 'Guandong smoke.' I recognized it the moment I smelled it this morning, but I don't know what kind of deadly poison this old woman added to it to make it so potent."

Han Sheng pondered for a long time before slowly saying, "This doesn't seem like poison, but rather an ancient form of evil magic."

Everyone in the room woke up.

"It's a kind of witchcraft from Northern Shamanism," Ma Du said.

"Shamanism? What's that?" Zhu Biao asked, touching the pistol at his waist. Ever since he shot the old woman with bound feet from Guangdong, he felt that everyone was paying more attention to him.

Ma Du was a sorcerer from Miao territory who also had some knowledge of witchcraft from the Central Plains. He explained the origins of Shamanism to everyone.

Shamanism is a primitive form of witchcraft prevalent in Northeast China and other regions. It involves incantations in Tungusic languages and is characterized by a complex concept of the spirit, believing that all things possess a spirit and venerating the ancestral spirits of clans or tribes. Its objects of worship include various deities, animals, plants, and inanimate natural objects and phenomena. It lacks a formal curriculum, organization, specific founder, temples, and standardized religious rituals. With the introduction of Buddhism, Eastern Orthodoxy, and Islam, Shamanism gradually declined and mutated, secretly disappearing into the lives of ordinary people.

Many years ago, Ma Du visited Northeast China, where the practice of "jumping the shaman" was popular in the countryside. This was Shamanism, and the shamans were all women. In Jurchen, the term "Shanman Wuyu" refers to a black sorcerer who can cause a person's soul to wander (called "out-of-body experience") or retrieve it (called "entering the spirit"). In Western medicine, this is called "conception shift," or hysteria.

Han Sheng remembered seeing the term "Shanman Wuyu" in the *Corpse Clothes Sutra*, which he hadn't understood at the time; it turns out it's a Manchu term. The old woman with bound feet that Liu Jinmo and the others encountered was probably a Manchu witch, but she spoke Cantonese. Of course, this might be a deliberate way for the witch to conceal her true identity.

"The nun's soul is lost," Han Sheng muttered to himself.

... Everyone was stunned upon hearing this.

"If she was poisoned by smoke, it must have contained a powder that causes hysteria. Perhaps... that stuff can make a person quickly lose focus, to put it bluntly, have their soul leave their body," Han Sheng speculated.

Wu Daoming, standing nearby, became anxious and hurriedly said, "Han Sheng, if that's the case, quickly think of a way!"

"What way are you thinking of? That's impossible, hahaha," the nun suddenly said, foaming at the mouth as she sat up.

Everyone was stunned again... Wu Daoming grabbed the nun's shoulders, weeping with joy, and murmured, "Junior sister, you've finally woken up."

The nun parted her lips slightly and said softly, "Come here..." Her voice was extremely seductive.

Wu Daoming's mind went blank, and he pressed his face close to hers, pouting his lips.

Han Sheng, seeing the nun's dazed look, hurriedly cried out, "No!"

But it was too late. The nun recognized him clearly and bit down on Wu Daoming's outstretched lips... Liu Jinmo reacted quickly, shoving Wu Daoming to the ground with a palm strike. Even so, the nun's teeth still tore off a piece of flesh from Wu Daoming's lower lip, and blood immediately seeped out.

The nun smiled and ate the small, bloody piece of lip flesh, then smacked her lips, seemingly quite satisfied with the taste, saying, "Eating back what was castrated." Everyone was shocked; the nun had gone mad.

Wu Daoming was stunned, and tears finally streamed down his face.

Liu Jinmo said in surprise, "Han Sheng, the nun's martial arts are from the same school as the patriarch's, both extremely yin and soft. Why is the patriarch unharmed?"

Han Sheng scratched his head, unable to figure it out himself.

Ma Du suddenly said, "We wizards all know a principle: once the true soul leaves the body, nearby evil spirits will seize the opportunity to enter. Could it be that some evil spirit near the inn has invaded the nun's body?" "

It's some kind of unclean thing," Han Sheng said thoughtfully. He recalled his first conversation with Wu Chushanren after falling from Dazhang Mountain into Wolong Valley. The nun told him that there are many yin substances in the world. The older the things, such as old houses, ancient trees, ancient wells, and old weasels and white foxes, the more likely they are to be affected. Thinking of that silver-haired old bat that was struck by lightning... Han Sheng then thought of the silver-haired nun... Oh no! Han Sheng's heart suddenly tightened.

"What's wrong, Han Sheng?" Liu Jinmo asked in surprise, seeing Han Sheng's suddenly changed expression.

Han Sheng turned to Wu Daoming and asked, "Is the burial mound above the nun's unconsciousness filled with heavy yin energy?"

"Extremely heavy," Wu Daoming replied.

"How does it compare to the yin energy of the ancient trees?" Han Sheng pressed.

“Even more so,” Wu Daoming said doubtfully.

“Could it be the eunuch Qin?” Han Sheng suddenly realized.

“What do you mean?” Liu Jinmo was even more puzzled.

Han Sheng calmed down and said in a calm tone, “I suspect there’s a dead man buried on that hill, a naked eunuch.”

Everyone looked at each other, puzzled.

Wu Daoming said, "Hansheng, eunuchs were abolished in the early years of the Republic of China; they no longer exist in society."

Hansheng said to Liu Jinmo, "Grab a hoe, let's go dig."

Wu Daoming stayed inside the house to take care of the nun, while Ma Du accompanied Hansheng and Liu Jinmo to the back hill to dig. Zhu Biao thought for a moment, touched the pistol at his waist, then raised his head and strode after them.

Only Can'er was painfully calling out in low, incessant whispers, "Mingyue..."

Chapter 123

On the small hill under the moonlight, Liu Jinmo immediately saw traces of soil being disturbed. He grabbed a handful of soil, rubbed it in his hand, and said, "This soil has been disturbed, no more than an hour ago."

Hansheng said, "Within an hour? That's shortly after the nun and Mingyue came out. It seems that the nun's possession and Mingyue's disappearance are related to this disturbed soil. Perhaps that old woman dug something away and kidnapped Mingyue."

"It's a small earthen jar," Liu Jinmo said, pointing to a circular indentation under the soil.

Han Sheng suddenly realized what was going on and hurriedly asked Liu Jinmo, "Mr. Liu, you said that the old woman with bound feet told you that she came to this inn ten years ago?"

Liu Jinmo nodded and said, "Yes, she also knew that Manager Wang."

The seemingly mysterious smoke dissipated. The old woman had buried that jar ten years ago, and tonight, the ten years were up. She had come specifically to dig it up, which explained why she insisted on staying at the Tianmen Inn. According to Boss Qian, naked corpses buried in extremely yin places can grow ghost corpse mushrooms. After harvesting the ghost corpse mushrooms, the jar should be sealed on the spot and buried underground. After ten years, when the jar is opened, if it is clear like water, the medicine has been successfully prepared. If it has rotted, it should be discarded and unusable. The nun's words just now, "Eat back what was castrated," made Han Sheng believe that more than ten years ago, a eunuch must have been buried naked on the hill, and his corpse had grown "eunuch mushrooms," which were harvested and prepared by the old woman.

Unfortunately, the nun and Mingyue unexpectedly encountered the old woman. The old woman attacked the nun with "Toad Poison Smoke," causing her to "lose her mind." The eunuch underground seized the opportunity, his biomagnetic field entering the nun's body, turning her into a eunuch, albeit not completely.

Mingyue was definitely kidnapped by the old woman.

Why did the old woman kidnap Mingyue? That remains unknown, but... Boss Qian once said that the potion prepared by Ghost Corpse Qin was called "Resurrection Dew," which could bring back the spirit of the intermediate state.

Could the old woman have kidnapped Mingyue to save her...? Han Sheng thought, a smile appearing on his face, letting out a sigh of relief.

Who is Boss Qian? Could he be on the same side as the old woman? Han Sheng's relaxed nerves tightened again.

Under the cold moonlight, Liu Jinmo dug the soil with all his might. A cool mountain breeze blew, slightly chilling the skin, raising goosebumps.

“Got it.” Liu Jinmo stopped what he was doing and said softly to Han Sheng.

The moonlight was hazy, casting a soft glow on a reclining corpse.

It was an elderly man, his face expressionless as if he were fast asleep. His naked body was covered with a layer of soft, milky-white hair, and some fungi grew around his navel. There was no sign of decay or any other odor.

Liu Jinmo bent down to examine him closely. His testicles were shriveled, and they had indeed been removed. He said with certainty, “This man is a eunuch.”

Han Sheng nodded and said, “This man has been dead for at least ten years, yet he hasn’t decomposed. It seems that this hill is too yin in nature. As the saying goes, ‘Isolated yin cannot produce, isolated yang cannot grow.’” Ma Du said

, “That’s true. The fusion of yin and yang is beneficial to the growth of all things, including animals and plants.”

“The same goes for bacteria,” Han Sheng said.

Liu Jinmo suddenly exclaimed, “Huh?” and then looked at Han Sheng and said, “He was murdered.”

Han Sheng looked at Liu Jinmo with a questioning gaze.

“Look at the armpit of this corpse,” Liu Jinmo said, parting the white hair on the side of the body with his fingertips. “Shot in the Zhangmen position, nine out of ten would die.”

Han Sheng stared intently. On the midline of the corpse’s armpit, at the front of the first floating rib, at the tip of the elbow where the elbow was bent and the armpit was closed, there was a hole the size of a copper coin.

“A direct severing of the meridian, a fatal blow,” Liu Jinmo said.

“Was it caused by a heavy pressure point strike?” Han Sheng asked.

Liu Jinmo shook his head and said, “No, pressure point strikes only aim to block the meridians, to obstruct the normal flow of qi and blood. There’s no need to pierce the flesh. This is a wound caused by a weapon.”

“Mr. Liu, what kind of weapon do you think caused this injury?” Han Sheng asked.

“I know,” Zhu Biao suddenly said from behind.

“You know?” Han Sheng asked in confusion.

Zhu Biao nodded confidently, "A round hole, that's the mark of a bullet."

Liu Jinmo smiled and said, "A bullet flying at high speed should have a relatively clean and smooth entry point, easily penetrating the chest cavity, but there's no wound on the other side. In my opinion, this is the work of a peculiar weapon."

"What weapon?" Zhu Biao retorted, unconvinced.

"A tobacco pipe," Liu Jinmo replied.

Han Sheng smiled slightly and said, "It was an old woman. More than ten years ago, she killed this man, stripped him naked, and buried him in this extremely yin place. She waited for a eunuch's mushroom to grow, then harvested it, put it in a jar, and buried it again here. Ten years later, she returned to retrieve it. That's how all the clues are connected."

Liu Jinmo looked at Han Sheng with admiration, thinking to himself, "Han Sheng is exceptionally talented. Given time and more experience, he'll have no problem navigating the martial world alone."

Han Sheng pondered, "The Zhangmen acupoint belongs to the Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian, and is the meeting point of the Foot Taiyin, Jueyin, and Yinwei meridians, as well as the Mu point of the Liver. A strike to this point impacts the liver or spleen, damages the diaphragm, obstructs blood flow, and injures Qi. It's a major fatal point; he died instantly."

Liu Jinmo nodded; Han Sheng was right.

"Could this be the first death in twelve years?" Han Sheng muttered to himself.

"That's right, he's the first ghost of the 'Five Ghosts Closing the Gate'." Suddenly, a voice came from below the mountain, followed by a blur of movement, and Boss Qian stood smiling in front of Han Sheng.

Liu Jinmo was startled. He had been so focused on digging that he hadn't paid attention to his surroundings—he had been incredibly careless. However, to be fair, this person's martial arts skills were quite formidable.

"Oh, who is this? Boss Qian still awake so late?" Han Sheng thought to himself, his suspicions were correct; the newcomer was likely up to no good.

Old Master Qian laughed, "Your west room is making such a racket, I naturally couldn't sleep, so I came out to take a look."

Han Sheng nodded, indicating that Old Master Qian's words made sense, and then said, "Yes, the nameless nun was injured by your Northeastern 'toad smoke.' You are a doctor from the North, do you have any treatment methods?"

Old Master Qian replied, "I wonder who injured her?"

Han Sheng said, "An old woman with bound feet, holding a pipe."

"Ah, is it 'Shanman Witch'? I've heard of this old woman. She was very famous beyond the Great Wall, but more than ten years ago, she suddenly disappeared. People thought she had retired from the martial arts world, but I never expected her to appear in Xiangxi." Old Master Qian said.

"What exactly is toad smoke?" Han Sheng asked.

Boss Qian explained, “Toad tobacco is a type of tobacco produced in Jiaohe, Changbai Mountain. It’s known as ‘Guandong Toad Head,’ and it’s the spiciest and most pungent tobacco in the world. There’s a saying: ‘One puff brings tears, two puffs bring blood, three or four puffs turn you into a ghost,’ which shows how strong it is. The famous witch of Shanman was also using this ‘Toad Toad’ tobacco. I heard that it contains infant corpse oil, and the smell will cause one to become ‘enraptured,’ making heroes of the martial arts world tremble with fear.”

“Is there an antidote?” Han Sheng pressed.

Boss Qian shook his head and said, “Unless it’s the old woman’s unique antidote, one will be mentally unstable for life.”

Han Sheng looked at Boss Qian with clear, bright eyes and calmly said, “Does she also know about ‘Ghost Corpse Fern’?”

“Of course, I heard it was first passed down from the Shanman witch,” Boss Qian replied.

Han Sheng's doubts lessened, but he finally asked, "You just said 'the first ghost of the Five Ghosts Closing the Gate'..."

Boss Qian chuckled, "I heard some noise on the hilltop, so I went to investigate and overheard your conversation. I recognized the feng shui layout of this inn the night I arrived. It's a 'Five Ghosts Closing the Gate' inauspicious dwelling; every twelve years, five people will inevitably die a violent death." He pointed to the white-haired corpse protruding from the ground and continued, "After this eunuch died, mycelium developed within a year, and the following year, a castrated man named Tan was born. The Shanman witch buried the Tan ten years ago, and now it's exactly one cycle of the Earthly Branches. This year is 1975, the lunar year of Yi Mao. This person died twelve years ago in the year of Gui Mao, which is 1963, so he's the first."

Han Sheng's heart skipped a beat. "This year is the last year of the twelve years..."

Boss Qian said, "Four more will die."

Han Sheng thought to himself, "Two more? Manager Wang and Boss Mo have already died violently. Who could the remaining two be?"

"Since Shanman Witch is a sorceress from the Guandong Jurchens, how come she speaks fluent Cantonese?" Liu Jinmo asked.

Qian Laoda said, "It's said she's from the Central Plains, married into the Guandong region. Very few local Guandong people bind their feet."

Han Sheng sighed and ordered, "Bury this eunuch. Let's go back." With that, he returned to the inn, his face full of worry.

"Any news of Mingyue?" Can'er asked, her eyes red and swollen.

Han Sheng shook his head and said, "Not yet. Can'er, don't worry, Han Sheng will definitely find Mingyue. You and the nun need to heal your injuries as soon as possible. As soon as you can walk, we'll leave immediately."

Who were those two people who were going to die? Han Sheng was completely baffled.

Wu Daoming's lip wound had scabbed over, his eyes were red, and he kept a close watch on the nun.

Since Han Sheng entered the room, the nameless nun had been constantly chuckling foolishly, completely lacking her former dignity and reserve.

"How is the nun?" Han Sheng knew he was asking a question he already knew the answer to.

Wu Daoming said sadly, "My junior sister is so unlucky. It's all my fault. I've dragged her down with me."

Han Sheng looked at Wu Daoming's pained expression and couldn't bear it. The deep affection between these two old friends was truly heartbreaking.

"Mr. Wu, there's another way, though it might be a bit risky. Let's try it," Han Sheng said.

Wu Daoming's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Really? What method? Han Sheng, please start quickly."

Han Sheng initially didn't like Wu Daoming, categorizing him like Meng Zhuqi, so he always addressed him by his first name. Liu Jinmo was different. Although Han Sheng was initially hostile to him, Liu Jinmo's life had changed under Han Sheng's silent influence of kindness. Therefore, he unconsciously started calling Liu Jinmo "Mr. Liu."

Now, Han Sheng was also moved by Wu Daoming's sincere feelings for the nun, so he also started calling him "Mr. Wu."

"The only way now is to use the 'Twin Fish'," Han Sheng said. This was an exorcism technique from Liu Bowen's *Corpse Clothes Classic*.

Liu Jinmo, Ma Du, and Zhu Biao buried the murdered eunuch's body and returned to the inn, ignoring the whereabouts of the Guandong doctor, Boss Qian.

Han Sheng carried the bucket containing the green-haired fish into the room. The Twin Fish stared nervously at them from underwater with uneasy eyes.

Just then, the nun suddenly shouted, "Eat back the castrated one!" As she spoke, she abruptly pulled back the blanket covering the crippled child beside her. Her ferocious face revealed two rows of white teeth, her eyes wide open, staring intently at the crippled child's naked body. She identified his thick penis and bit down viciously...

Chapter 124

On the small hill resembling a grave, Boss Qian silently watched Liu Jinmo and the others bury the eunuch covered in white hair, then carried his hoe down the hill and returned to the inn.

"Hmm, so Master's wife has also come to Tianmen Mountain," Qian Laoda muttered to himself. After a moment of contemplation, he gathered his inner energy and strode towards Tianmen Mountain Temple.

The ruins of Tianmen Mountain Temple on an autumn night appeared pale and desolate under the dim, hazy moonlight.

At midnight, Gen Qi and Kun Ba, following their master's instructions, escorted Shen Caihua and her child out of the secret chamber to an open area to absorb the moon's yin energy. Xun Wu, on the other hand, served Yang Gong in another stone cave. After all, he was only guarding a female corpse with an infant. Although the two men were blind, they had not lost their martial arts skills, and they believed that the mother and daughter would not be able to escape.

After being locked in the stone chamber with the Yang talisman for trapping ghosts for several days, the Yin Corpse Shen Caihua's body was very weak. However, the ghost infant Shen Caihua was not a Yin Corpse, but a mutated anomaly. He did not need to replenish the moon's yin energy at all; the only thing he needed was to absorb hot blood. Even Yang Gong did not know this.

Inside the stone chamber, Caihua huddled in his mother's arms, his hunger and thirst reaching their limit. He had been held tightly by Shen Caihua, preventing him from retaliating, but now that he was outside, his dark pupils began to focus rapidly again.

Genqi stood beside Shen Caihua, monitoring her every move. Shen Caihua raised her hands, breathing deeply into the moonlight, her weakened body quickly recovering.

The first to attack was little Caihua, held in Kunba's arms, facing the moonlight. Feeling Kunba's warm body, Caihua secretly turned his head, searching for the veins in his neck.

Just as Kunba opened his mouth to yawn, Caihua's small mouth stealthily reached out, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, and with lightning speed, bit into Kunba's carotid artery… Kunba was skilled in martial arts, and his reaction was extremely quick. Sensing a breeze on his neck, he promptly twisted his neck, resulting in Caihua's sharp teeth biting into his Adam's apple.

Kunba heard a "crack" in his throat, followed by a sharp pain and a chill. He tried to scream but couldn't; his neck was being bitten and air was leaking out.

Kunba loosened his grip, and Shen Caihua fell to the ground with a "thud." The sound caught Genqi's attention, and he quickly asked, "Eighth Brother, what's wrong?"

Kunba stammered, unable to speak. Genqi knew something was wrong and immediately gathered his energy, becoming fully alert.

Just then, the Yin Shi Shen Caihua, seeing her son had made his move, didn't hesitate and bit at Genqi's head… Genqi, fully focused on his defenses, felt a chilling wind rushing towards his neck and immediately struck out with his palm.

Yin Shi Shen Caihua reacted quickly, lowering her head and snapping her teeth, biting Genqi's fingers. With a "crack," the first joint of his index and middle fingers was severed by her sharp teeth.

Genqi cried out in pain and staggered back several steps.

Shen Caihua bent over, picked up Shen Caihua, and fled silently into the depths of the forest. In a few leaps, she disappeared from sight.

A piercing scream from Genqi echoed mournfully in the silent night.

The old monk Yanggong, meditating in the cave, frowned. Xunwu immediately went outside to investigate and found both Genqi and Kunba injured, while the mother and child corpses were nowhere to be seen. He quickly asked them what had happened.

Genqi, enduring the pain, explained how the corpses had escaped, while Kunba was speechless.

Just then, a dark figure rushed down the mountain path. Upon closer inspection, it was Qian, the eldest brother.

"What happened to you two? Is Master here?" Qian asked.

Xunwu bowed to his elder brother and told him that the mother and child corpses had suddenly attacked, severely injuring his seventh and eighth brothers. Qian frowned upon hearing this.

"Hmph, you two good-for-nothings! You can't even handle such a small matter. What use are you?" The old monk Yanggong appeared behind them unnoticed.

"Master," Qian hurriedly bowed.

"Why are you here? What happened?" the old monk Yanggong asked.

Qian the Elder said, "Master, Mistress has arrived." He then recounted how Mistress had broken into the Tianmen Mountain Inn at night, injured the nameless nun, taken a jar of "Eunuch's Dew" buried ten years ago, and abducted the nun's female disciple, the flesh-corpse Mingyue.

"Did you see the Old Yin Woman?" the old monk Yang Gong asked.

"Disciple did not see Mistress with his own eyes," Qian the Elder said humbly.

"Hmm, the Old Yin Woman sneaked back to the Central Plains for this jar of 'Resurrection Dew'," the old monk Yang Gong thought for a moment, then asked, "Has Han Sheng and the others been behaving strangely at the inn?"

Qian the Elder replied, "Not yet. We're taking turns keeping watch, Master, please rest assured." The

old monk Yang Gong asked, seemingly casually, "What about that Guangdong feng shui master named Wu Daoming?"

"The arsenic poison he was afflicted with has been cured by Han Sheng, and he's still at the inn," Qian the Elder said.

The old monk Yang Gong nodded, pondering, "With the great battle imminent, I, as your master, should also meet with my disciples and reward them."

Elder Qian said, "Whenever you wish to see them, Master, I will bring them up the mountain."

"No," the old monk Yang Gong glanced at Genqi and Kunba, saying meaningfully, "I must go to the inn myself."

"Yes, Master, when do you plan to go?" Elder Qian asked.

The old monk Yang Gong chuckled twice, saying, "Immediately."

Then, the old monk Yang Gong instructed Xunwu to close the secret chamber, and he and Elder Qian carried Genqi and Kunba down the mountain together.

Genqi hurriedly said, "Master, we can walk by ourselves, there's no need for eldest brother and fifth brother to trouble themselves."

The old monk Yanggong coldly replied, "You two are my disciples, there's no need to refuse."

The old monk Yanggong waved his hand and strode along the forest path. Qian, carrying Genqi on his back, and Xunwu, carrying Kunba on his back, followed silently behind. About half an hour later, they arrived at the Tianmen Inn. An

oil lamp flickered in the west room of the inn, while the east room was already dark.

Zhensi emerged from the shadows of the thatched hut, bowed before his master, and then whispered to Qian, "Elder brother, Hansheng and the others haven't rested yet."

Qian nodded, invited his master into the east room, sat on the bed, lit the oil lamp, and closed the door.

Then, Qian led Zhensi, Xunwu, Kanliu, and the injured Genqi and Kunba to kneel and pay their respects to their master.

"Get up, all of you. Genqi and Kunba, kneel first," said the old monk Yanggong.

"Yes, Master," everyone replied. Except for Genqi and Kunba, the others stood up and stood respectfully to the side.

The old monk Yanggong slowly said, "The decisive battle at Tianmen Mountain is imminent. We have been preparing for this for ten years. Success is the only option; failure is not an option. If we fail, we will die for our country. Do you understand?"

"We will obey Master's teachings," everyone said in a low voice.

"Hmm, Genqi and Kunba," the old monk Yanggong called out.

"Disciple is here," Genqi replied, while Kunba only made "ah ah" sounds.

The old monk Yanggong frowned and said indifferently, "You two suffered a crushing defeat at Qinren Valley and even lost your eyes. Tonight, you neglected your duties and let the Yinshi mother and child escape. You have made mistake after mistake. Do you know what to do?" Genqi

and Kunba trembled all over, like leaves falling from a leaf, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.

"Master, your disciple knows his mistakes. Please, Master, spare our lives!" Genqi pleaded repeatedly in a low voice, his voice trembling with sobs, while Kunba kowtowed repeatedly, but neither dared to breathe loudly.

The old monk Yang Gong snorted dismissively, then opened his mouth and with two sharp "slaps," two clumps of yellowish-green phlegm flew out, striking the philtrum points below the noses of Gen Qi and Kun Ba… The philtrum point is one of the thirty-six fatal acupoints in the human body, belonging to the Governing Vessel (Du Mai), and is the meeting point of the Hand and Foot Yangming meridians. A light touch stimulates the nerves in the head, causing alertness; a stronger touch causes dizziness, blurred vision, and even shock.

Guandong is located in the far north, with a cold climate, so northerners are accustomed to coughing up phlegm, which is often very thick. The correct method is to first inhale and then cough, drawing the nasal mucus and other viscous substances back into the throat and trachea, mixing them with the phlegm in the bronchi, and then expelling it instantly with powerful compressed air from the lungs. An average person can usually spit it out several meters, accompanied by a whooshing sound. Older men and women, due to years of practice, can spit out phlegm as far as younger people.

During the Republican era, some people even organized spitting competitions in winter, winning by spitting the farthest, most accurate

, and most ruthlessly, which became a popular folk sport. The old monk Yang Gong, building upon this, incorporated profound martial arts techniques, using his inner energy to propel his spitting, controlling it with ease and precision—his signature hidden weapon. Many heroes and warriors in the martial world had fallen victim to his sticky spit.

Gen Qi and Kun Ba's philtrum acupoints were struck by their master's sticky spit, instantly causing them to become dizzy and numb, frozen in place.

"Alright, you can eat the brains now," said the old monk Yang Gong.

"Xun Wu," the old monk Yang Gong said, staring sharply at Xun Wu.

"Yes, Master," Xun Wu replied, immediately producing a sharp small steel knife.

With a flash of chilling blade light, the tops of Genqi and Kunba's skulls were instantly pried open, revealing their still-wriggling, white brains... In an instant, three or four small deer bone spoons, each carrying one of them, were inserted into their cranial cavities, scooping up the incredibly tender brain tissue and putting it into their mouths, making smacking sounds as they ate it, like tofu pudding. Each time they scooped up a mouthful of brain matter to drink, they made a "slurping" sound.

At this moment, Genqi and Kunba still wore blank smiles on their faces, showing no sign of pain.

After swallowing a mouthful of Genqi's brain tissue, the old monk Yang Gong said, "Generally speaking, the brains of infants are the most delicate, with a slightly sweet milky smell. The brains of young girls are quite delicious, while those of married women have a murky smell, sometimes even a foul odor, and a very poor taste. Especially the brains of old women, which are dry, shrunken, and sinewy, taste like chewing wax. The taste of men's brains is generally similar, but those of smokers and drinkers taste worse, so I don't object to the government banning smoking and drinking."

The eldest disciple, Qian, flattered, "Master is absolutely right. He has highly summarized the characteristics of the brain tissues of various people in our country, which has great guiding significance for our future practice. I will only add one point: the brains of foreign Russians taste significantly worse than those of our compatriots; they have a muttony smell."

The old monk Yang Gong watched with satisfaction as his disciples finished eating Genqi and Kunba's brains with relish, then ordered the two corpses to be dragged out and buried.

The eldest son suggested, "Master, let's strip them naked and bury them on the hill behind. The yin energy there is extremely heavy, and ghost corpse mushrooms will grow there next year."

"Good, making the most of everything, truly embodying the essence of diligence and thrift," praised the old monk Yang Gong.

Zhen Si and Kan Liu quietly carried the two bodies out of the inn and buried them on the small hill that resembled a burial mound.

"Master, who was that eunuch who was buried twelve years ago?" Qian Lao Da asked, taking advantage of his master's good mood. He thought his master wouldn't be unaware of what his master's wife had done.

The old monk Yang Gong said, "Hmm, I know about this. That eunuch was the former manager of this inn. The old woman recognized him as a eunuch at a glance. He was probably driven out of the Qing Palace and ran to this remote place to make a living by running an inn. The old woman naturally wouldn't let this opportunity pass, so she killed him to use as a medicinal base for cultivating the eunuch Tan."

"Oh, then this eunuch was the first person to die violently in the Tianmen Inn in twelve years. Counting Gen Qi and Kun Ba, there should be two more, which corresponds to the 'Five Ghosts Closing the Gate' feng shui pattern." Qian Lao Da said thoughtfully. "Haven't a couple of

people died in the east room across the way yet?" the old monk Yang Gong asked.

The eldest brother, Qian, replied, "They were all saved by that brat Han Sheng."

The old monk Yang Gong said with a sinister smile, "I'll go take a look."

Chapter 125:

The nameless nun bit down, and Wu Daoming beside her tried to stop her, but it was too late. The child, stunned and helpless, watched as his manhood was about to be lost to the nun's sharp teeth… Just at this critical moment, Liu Jinmo raised his hand, and a fingernail flew out like lightning, instantly striking the nun's Jianjing acupoint, the highest point of the three points connecting the nun's right shoulder.

The Jianjing acupoint is one of the seventy-two vital acupoints of the human body, belonging to the Gallbladder Meridian of Foot Shaoyang, and is also the intersection of the Hand Shaoyang, Foot Shaoyang, Foot Yangming, and Yangwei Meridians. While not as dangerous as the thirty-six fatal acupoints, a strike to this point is enough to cause numbness in half of the body.

The nameless nun's two rows of sharp teeth stopped an inch from the man's groin, motionless... The man was terrified, sweating profusely, and gently moved his lower body to avoid the two rows of white teeth.

Wu Daoming glared at Liu Jinmo, but Liu Jinmo pretended not to see it.

Wu Daoming stepped forward and picked up the nun, whose body was half numb, and gently placed her at the west end of the large communal bed, away from the man.

Han Sheng gently reached into the bucket and scooped out the green-haired fish, holding it in his palm. The soft, hair-like green hair was more than two feet long, and it looked very strange when spread out. Han Sheng came to the nun.

"The 'Kanmao' fish is good at gathering yin things, what ordinary people call 'dirty things.' I will use it to draw the eunuch's biomagnetic field out of the nun's body," Han Sheng explained to Wu Daoming.

Wu Daoming nodded nervously and asked, "Won't this harm my junior sister's body?"

Han Sheng smiled slightly and continued to explain, "The Yamen acupoint is the meeting point of the Du Meridian and the Yangwei Meridian, connecting to the medulla oblongata. I need to draw out that filth from here. Please help the nun sit upright and release her acupoints."

Following Han Sheng's instructions, Wu Daoming picked up the nun and sat her on the edge of the bed, facing away from Han Sheng,

and used his inner energy to release the acupoints. Han Sheng located the Yamen acupoint on the midline of the back of the nun's neck, in the depression between the spinous processes of the first and second cervical vertebrae (at the posterior hairline). This is one of the thirty-six major fatal acupoints on the human body; if struck, it can cause mild loss of voice and dizziness, or even death.

The green-haired fish in Han Sheng's hand stared at him angrily with its round black eyes.

“Water conducts electricity, so the ‘Kanmao’ fish can’t absorb bio-electromagnetic fields in water; it must be used out of the water,” Han Sheng explained, aiming the fish’s mouth at the nun’s acupoint for speechlessness. He thought to himself, “The Corpse Clothes Sutra, please don’t make a mistake.”

The green-haired fish slowly opened its lips, revealing two rows of sharp little teeth, and suddenly bit down on the nun’s acupoint… The nun cried out, seemingly extremely unwilling, saying, “I won’t go, I won’t go anywhere…” Her voice gradually faded.

Han Sheng nodded and said, “The Kanmao’ fish worked.”

After a moment, the green-haired fish released its teeth, its belly heaving, as if it were quite tired. Han Sheng put it back into the bucket.

Everyone’s attention was focused on the nun, especially Wu Daoming, who was extremely tense.

A moment later, the nun slowly opened her eyes, looked around, and then grinned, asking, "Where's that little beauty, the fleshy corpse, who's supposed to appear at midnight?"

"Manager Wang!" everyone exclaimed.

Han Sheng was also taken aback, but then understood. The twin fish had indeed absorbed the eunuch's biomagnetic field from the nun's body, but because the nun was still in a "dazed" state, Manager Wang's biomagnetic field, buried in the backyard, had taken advantage of the situation.

"Where's the little beauty, the fleshy corpse? Is it midnight yet? We must hurry..." the nun muttered to herself, a lewd expression on her face.

Wu Daoming looked at Han Sheng with a dejected expression and said, "Han Sheng, hurry up and let that green-haired fish suck Manager Wang out. Just thinking about Manager Wang's appearance gives me goosebumps."

Han Sheng said, "It's a bit troublesome. The Kanzi can't continuously absorb biomagnetic fields, which means the souls of the dead can't be fed too much at once; they need time to digest. Moreover, we need to think of a way, otherwise, after absorbing Manager Wang, that corpse-driving master Mo will come again."

"You're right." A stranger's voice suddenly rang in Han Sheng's ears. Looking closely, he saw an old monk in a gray robe standing beside him.

Liu Jinmo was even more surprised. Although his attention had been focused on the nun, he shouldn't have missed the newcomer.

"Oh, it's Master Yang Gong." Han Sheng recognized him; this was the old monk he had seen at Tianmen Mountain Temple.

The old monk Yang Gong smiled slightly and said, "It is indeed this old monk. So the green-haired fish has this soul-absorbing effect? I've guarded this temple for ten years, yet I'm utterly ignorant and ashamed. So, Manager Wang and the corpse-driver Mo Laoda have already been killed by you?"

Liu Jinmo gathered his energy, ready to strike at any moment.

Han Sheng calmly looked at the old monk Yang Gong and said, "We didn't kill anyone. It was the Yin Corpse Shen Caihua who bit off Manager Wang and Mo Laoda's necks and then escaped."

The old monk Yang Gong nodded and said, "Hmm, given your nature, Han Sheng, you wouldn't normally lie. This old monk believes you."

Han Sheng asked, "Master Yang Gong, what brings you here so late at night?"

“Oh, is that so?” The old monk Yang Gong hesitated, then said, “Han Sheng, the people in the room are all unfamiliar faces. Aren’t you going to introduce them?”

Han Sheng had no choice but to introduce them one by one: “This is Liu Jinmo from Qingtian, this is Wu Daoming from Lingnan, this is Ma Du, the shaman from Miao territory, those are Zhu Biao, Manager Tie, and his assistant, the one lying on the bed is Can’er, and this nun is the abbess of the Wuming Nunnery in Wuyuan.”

The old monk Yang Gong put his palms together and said, “Amitabha, this old monk is the guardian of Tianmen Mountain Temple.” "My name is Yang Gong."

Since Zhu Biao shot and drove away that formidable old woman with bound feet from Guangdong, he was extremely elated. He felt he had made a name for himself in the martial arts world. At least in the future, when people mentioned Zhu Biao, they would think of the Guandong Shanman witch who had consecutively defeated three renowned masters—Liu Jinmo of Qingtian, the nameless nun, and the Tianmen Mountain Patriarch—yet couldn't withstand a single move from him… Hidden weapons, of course, a pistol counts as a hidden weapon, and it should be ranked number one on the martial arts weapon ranking list for thousands of years. He should also have a nickname in the martial arts world: "Old Cousin of Nanshan—Young Hero Zhu." Then, whether it's the Meng family father and son or Huang Qiansui, they'll all be no match for him… Thinking of this, Zhu Biao suddenly burst out laughing.

"Are you laughing at this old monk?" the old monk Yang Gong said sinisterly, as if a chill was about to descend upon him.

Zhu Biao completely disregarded the old monk who was guarding the temple at night. He snorted and said dismissively, "I am Zhu... young hero from Nanshan. I have a question and would like to ask you a few questions." He was quite pleased with himself for his hastily uttered martial arts phrases.

The old monk, Yang Gong, had an icy expression and said calmly, "Young hero Zhu? Speak." No one in the martial arts world had ever dared to disrespect Yang Gong.

"I have heard that monks have very strict precepts, but why did you get old woman Zu Ying pregnant? You are both not young, yet you are engaging in illicit sexual relations. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the heroes of the world?" Zhu Biao said eloquently, his words righteous and forceful.

These words stunned everyone, and the atmosphere became awkward. Although the words were true, they lacked subtlety.

Liu Jinmo understood that this Zhu Biao was a young and fearless fool, completely unaware of the dangers. This old monk's martial arts were probably even superior to his own, and he had come with ill intentions.

The old monk Yang Gong felt a chill run down his spine. This young man was not only rude, but practically provocative! Judging from his appearance, he didn't seem to know martial arts, yet he was so bold. Could he be hiding his true abilities? Or was he feigning ignorance and pretending to be wise? He knew he mustn't act rashly and ruin the important matter of the Wild Blessed Treasure. Thinking this, he temporarily suppressed the phlegm that had risen to his throat.

"Haha, Young Hero Zhu is quite the joker. This old monk has yet to ask which school you belong to, and who your master is?" The old monk Yang Gong decided to find out more before speaking.

Seeing that his imposing aura far surpassed that of the old monk, Zhu Biao became even more excited and began to spout nonsense: "I am a world-renowned Red Rebel, and my master is none other than Chairman Mao of Jinggang Mountain!" The

old monk, Yang Gong, had spent ten years in a cave behind Tianmen Mountain Temple, missing the Cultural Revolution. His daily needs were taken care of by Xun Wu, who never dared to utter a word of complaint. Therefore, the old monk did not doubt Zhu Biao's words.

A Red Rebel? When did such a sect appear in the martial arts world? His master's surname was Mao; he had never heard of it. He needed to ask further.

"May I ask what martial arts your master is skilled in?" the old monk asked.

Zhu Biao was taken aback. Martial arts? He thought of the portrait of the leader in military uniform on Tiananmen Square above his door, and then suddenly realized, "My master can kill millions with a wave of his hand!"

The old monk Yang Gong looked at Zhu Biao suspiciously. He had never heard of such powerful martial arts before. "Alas," he sighed, "the new generation is constantly pushing the old aside. It seems that many new talents have emerged on Tianmen Mountain in the past ten years."

Han Sheng found it amusing, but seeing the old monk Yang Gong's pensive expression, he felt a pang of pity and prepared to tell him it was just a joke.

Liu Jinmo, seeing that the old monk seemed somewhat dim-witted, pressed on, "Young Master Zhu, this morning you only needed one move to drive away that old woman with bound feet from Guangdong."

The old monk Yang Gong was shocked, looking at Han Sheng with questioning eyes; this man would never lie.

Han Sheng nodded and said, "Not bad, just one move."

The old monk Yang Gong immediately deflated. The old woman's martial arts were no worse than his own, yet he couldn't even withstand one move. Luckily, he hadn't acted rashly, otherwise he would have certainly suffered tonight. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Oh, Young Hero Zhu, I apologize for my rudeness. It's getting late, Young Hero Zhu, please rest. I

'll take my leave now." The old monk Yang Gong bowed and hurriedly departed. Walking out of the inn, he looked back, feeling utterly disheartened. He spat out the phlegm stuck in his throat… The phlegm, accompanied by a whooshing sound, struck the wooden plaque of "Tianmen Inn" on the door. "Crack!"… After the sound, the plaque crashed to the ground.

Chapter 126:

Dr. Zhu finally returned from City A.

Meng Zhuqi waited for two hours at the Wuyuan County long-distance bus station before finally spotting Dr. Zhu in the crowd disembarking.

"Oh, Dr. Zhu, you've had a long journey." Meng Zhuqi's entourage took a brand-new canvas travel bag from Dr. Zhu and placed it on the back seat of the jeep. Meng Zhuqi then respectfully opened the door and invited Dr. Zhu into the car.

On the way back to Nanshan Village, Meng Zhuqi told Dr. Zhu that the government, considering his family's poor housing conditions—a thatched house from before liberation—had funded the reconstruction of a new tiled house, ensuring that Han Sheng would have no worries about his future family. Dr. Zhu

found this very strange, but upon reflection, it seemed this was merely a gesture to get Han Sheng into A city. During his time in A city, he ate well every day and had a personal accompaniment to visit Tiananmen Square, the Forbidden City, the Great Wall at Badaling, and military and historical museums. He also attended several national conferences for activists studying Chairman Mao's works and lectures on learning from Dazhai on the agricultural front. Every day, people came to try and persuade him, mainly talking about his son Hansheng's miraculous medical skills and how he should better serve the Chinese people and the people of the world.

When the jeep drove into the eastern part of Nanshan Village, Dr. Zhu was truly astonished. This wasn't just a few brick houses; it was practically a small Hui-style manor. Blue bricks and gray tiles, tall gable walls, vermilion gates, a pair of gleaming copper door knockers, and two stone lions guarding the entrance. A new gravel road led directly to the gate.

"Dr. Zhu, this is your new home. Please come in and take a look. Are you satisfied?" Meng Zhuqi asked with a beaming smile.

Dr. Zhu hesitated before stepping forward and pushing open the two heavy wooden doors. The spacious courtyard was filled with exotic flowers and plants. Beyond the central courtyard was a row of main houses—a three-courtyard house. Dr. Zhu had never dreamed of such a beautiful house.

"You mean, we'll live in this house?" Dr. Zhu asked doubtfully.

"Of course! This is your home," Meng Zhuqi replied, his smile growing even brighter.

"Where's Hansheng?" Dr. Zhu asked warily.

Meng Zhuqi stammered, slowly saying, "Well... Hansheng disappeared after you entered A, more than a month ago..."

Dr. Zhu stopped, staring at Meng Zhuqi, and said, "Then, what about Wu Chushan's family?"

"...I don't know where they went," Meng Zhuqi said awkwardly.

"What happened while I was away? It's impossible that even Big Yellow Dog Benben disappeared, right? What happened to Hansheng?" Dr. Zhu said sternly.

Meng Zhuqi also said anxiously, "Nothing really happened. I'm anxiously waiting for Hansheng to come back to treat my son's illness; he promised me that."

"That's strange. Wu Chushan's family would never leave without a reason," Dr. Zhu said worriedly.

It was late at night, and Dr. Zhu couldn't fall asleep for a long time, feeling uneasy. The brand-new wooden bed and bedding, the lingering smell of paint, none of this aroused his interest in anything.

"Where did Hansheng go?" Dr. Zhu was completely puzzled.

A slight noise came from the courtyard. Dr. Zhu put on his clothes, opened the door, and went into the courtyard. In the moonlight, nothing seemed amiss.

"Dr. Zhu, it really is you!" A figure emerged from the shadows—it was Wu Chushan.

"Ah..." Dr. Zhu was speechless with surprise. Once

inside, Wu Chushan recounted in detail everything that had happened since Dr. Zhu entered the house.

"By all accounts, Hansheng should be back soon. Don't worry, he'll be fine," Wu Chushan said.

Dr. Zhu finally felt relieved and said, "So, Meng Zhuqi and the others set fire to the house first, and then rebuilt it?"

"Yes. What are your plans for this house?" Wu Chushan asked.

Dr. Zhu thought for a moment and said, "If it were just three thatched houses as compensation, that would be simple. But since it's been expanded to its current state, I suspect they still want Hansheng to move in. In any case, let's discuss everything when Hansheng returns. Also, your family should move back as soon as possible; Lan'er and her daughter have really suffered."

"Alright, I'll return to Wolong Valley now and bring them back first thing tomorrow morning," Wu Chushanren said.

After taking his leave, Wu Chushanren traveled quickly and returned to the valley in less than an hour. He recounted the events to Lan'er and her daughter, who were overjoyed. Even Benben and his black dog girlfriend sensed that something good was about to happen, excitedly grooming each other and unable to sleep.

The next morning, Wu Chushanren's family, carrying simple clothes and belongings, descended the mountain and left the valley, with Benben and the black dog leading the way. When Benben realized they were heading to Nanshan Village, he couldn't hide his eagerness and kept whimpering.

Entering Nanshan Village and arriving at the manor, Benben stopped in confusion, turning back to look at Lan'er… The vermilion gate opened from the inside, and Dr. Zhu gently called out, "Benben."

Benben was overjoyed, whimpering and burying its head in Dr. Zhu's arms. It then broke free and ran to the black dog, bringing her with it to Dr. Zhu, still barking as if introducing its girlfriend.

The black female dog glanced at Dr. Zhu demurely, then gracefully walked inside.

On the South China Sea coast, there was a small bay called "Yantian'ao," where dozens of fishing families lived. A narrow wooden pier stretched out into the sea, and the air was thick with the smell of rotten fish, attracting swarms of flies. This was a small fishing village.

As evening fell, two weary travelers approached the shore. The man, around fifty years old, had a face like a pig's head, dog's eyes, and a sheep's mouth—utterly hideous. He carried an elderly woman with bound feet on his shoulder, holding a pipe. These were Yi Qing and the sorceress, the Old Yin Woman.

A small stone house stood by the sea, beyond which stretched a sandy beach. The sea was azure, turning a crimson hue in the sunset's glow. Several white seabirds soared overhead, occasionally swooping down to catch small fish.

Yi Qing, seeing the sea for the first time, was overjoyed. He walked and stopped, admiring the view and exclaiming in wonder.

"Hurry, it's that little house over there," the Old Yin Woman said.

Yi Qing reluctantly turned away and walked towards the stone house.

Inside, an elderly man sat on a wooden stool, puffing away on a thick water pipe. Hearing footsteps, he glanced up, then continued smoking.

Yi Qing put the old woman down, and the two sat down on a stool to rest.

"Any boats available?" the old woman asked.

"Yes," the man replied.

"What time is it today?" the old woman asked again. "

High tide." "

For two people," the old woman said.

"2000 yuan," the old man said. "

Deal." The old woman readily pulled a wad of Hong Kong dollars from her pocket and tossed it to the old man.

The old man gave Yi Qing a disdainful look, then counted the money, stood up, and said, "Today is the fifth day of the lunar month. High tide at 8 pm. We'll board the boat at the pier on time." Then he lowered his head and walked out.

"Who is this old man?" Yi Qing asked.

"A smuggler," the old woman said.

"What does a smuggler do?" Yi Qing continued to ask.

The old woman explained, "The smugglers are people who smuggle people across the border to Hong Kong in small boats. I'm a Hong Kong resident, I can cross the border at Lo Wu, but you insist on smuggling yourself."

Yi Qing nodded, indicating he understood.

"Come on, let's get some food. Can you swim?" the old woman asked Yi Qing.

Yi Qing replied, "Of course I can, my hometown is right on the Yangtze River."

On the beach, the old woman explained to Yi Qing how to go into the water and use stones to knock oysters off the rocks.

Yi Qing stripped naked and walked into the sea. His skin was withered and yellow, and he looked quite unsightly, especially his buttocks, which resembled a monkey's bottom.

Yi Qing was quite capable; in no time, he had brought back a considerable number of oysters.

"That's enough," the old woman called him ashore. He put on his clothes and sat down on the beach.

The old woman used several slaps to crack open the hard oyster shells, then shoved the oyster meat and juice into her mouth, smacking her lips and saying, "So sweet!"

Yi Qing copied her, grabbing one and popping it into his mouth as well; indeed, it tasted incredibly delicious. This was their dinner.

At eight o'clock that night, Yi Qing carried the old woman to the wooden pier, boarded a small fishing boat, and rowed shakily towards Hong Kong across the sea.

Soon, the small boat disappeared into the darkness.

Chapter 127:

Dawn broke. The nun, who had been clamoring to find the flesh-corpse beauty, finally succumbed to exhaustion after most of the night and fell asleep in Wu Daoming's arms.

Ma Du had swept out the broken wine jars, cups, and tables from the house the previous night and thrown them in the backyard. A faint aroma of wine still lingered in the house, and everyone dozed off.

Qian Laoda woke up early to the fragrant aroma of the wine. Ah, it was truly fine wine, but alas, it was broken. He stood in the backyard, gazing regretfully at the fragments of the wine jars.

One fragment caught his eye. He walked over and picked it up. Faint characters were visible on the fragment. His heart trembled violently. Yes, it was the character "拂" (fú), though the last part was broken, it was still decipherable.

Qian Laoda continued searching the fragments, and sure enough, on another fragment was the character "野" (yě).

"野拂" (Yěfú), he muttered to himself. He had discovered items belonging to the monk Yefu from 300 years ago. Yefu's treasure was located at Tianmen Mountain! It was said that this wine was brought by the patriarch, so the patriarch was very likely connected to Yefu's treasure. Hmm, this discovery was too important, Qian Laoda pondered.

Of his eight brothers from Guandong, Dui Er and Li San had gone to Hong Kong, sent by Master Yang Gong to monitor his master's wife; Gen Qi and Kun Ba had been executed by their master; Xun Wu, a confidant of their master, had also returned to Tianmen Mountain Temple last night. "Sigh, only Zhen Si and Kan Liu are left among my men.

" "Let's go, we're going to meet that Tianmen Mountain Ancestor today," Qian Laoda ordered.

The sun rose, and Qian Laoda and the others ate some simple rations. He secretly hid the two jar fragments in his robes, then left the inn, the three of them heading straight for Tianmen Mountain.

In that vast, lush broad-leaved forest, Qian Laoda spotted Mei Xiaoying immediately. At Tianmen Mountain Temple, he had hidden in the shadows and witnessed her and Han Sheng coming to ask their master for green-haired fish. He also knew that Yang Gong had a special affection for her, so he needed to be humble.

At this moment, Mei Xiaoying was perched on a branch of a large tree, picking leaves.

"Excuse me, ma'am, where is the Tianmen Mountain Ancestor? I have urgent business to discuss with him," Qian Laoda said, pretending not to recognize her. Sometimes this would yield unexpected results.

Mei Xiaoying stared in surprise at the three men with northern accents. She had never met them directly before and therefore didn't recognize them.

"Where did you come from? What business do you have with the Ancestor of Tianmen Mountain?" Mei Xiaoying asked warily.

The eldest brother smiled kindly and said mysteriously, "Well... this involves personal privacy. I'd like to speak directly with the Ancestor."

Mei Xiaoying's interest was immediately piqued. With a quick breath, she gracefully leaped down from the tree branch and stood before them.

"Wow, amazing skill! You're practically ethereal!" Boss Qian exclaimed in admiration.

Mei Xiaoying also sensed the old man's kind face, so her attitude softened. She whispered, "What is it? If you can tell me a little, I'll take you to see the Ancestor of Tianmen Mountain."

Boss Qian smiled and shook his head.

Mei Xiaoying felt rather disappointed. After thinking for a moment, she finally decided to take them to the stilted house to see the Ancestor.

"Alright, if you don't want to tell me, that's fine. I'm not interested in asking. Let's go, I'll take you there," Mei Xiaoying said.

They passed through the grove of trees, climbed the mountain ridge from the shady side, and a wooden stilted house appeared on the south-facing slope. Before even reaching the building, they heard a deep, resonant voice reciting poetry: "Lanterns light up the high pavilion, wine flows freely; the night bell tolls, the moon wanes, and wild geese cry.

Only the weeping birds seem to seek mates, but alas, the spring breeze seems to bid farewell.

The Yellow River bends, its banks lined with sand; willows line the White Horse Ferry, their branches reaching towards the city.

Do not lament this temporary parting from home; for you will find welcomes everywhere."

Mei Xiaoying opened her mouth to shout, but Qian Laoda gestured for her not to disturb her, then stood with his hands behind his back, appreciating the imagery of the poem.

As the recitation from upstairs faded, Elder Qian responded with a poem by Luo Yin: "When you gain, sing aloud; when you lose, rest. Much sorrow and hatred are fleeting. Drink

today's wine today, and worry about tomorrow's troubles tomorrow."

The upstairs fell silent. Elder Qian announced loudly, "Qian Yi, the physician from Guandong, requests an audience with the Ancestor of Tianmen Mountain."

An old man peered out from upstairs, his face covered in orange peel wrinkles and dense age spots, yet his complexion was unusually ruddy. Although he had never met him before, Elder Qian had learned a thing or two from Xun Wu. Seeing this Zu Ying, Elder Qian felt a sudden wave of nausea. Even though his master, the old monk Yang Gong, aimed to replenish his yang energy through yin-yang cultivation, he had actually gone after this perverted old monster with a female-male appearance. He truly admired his master's dedication. A bitter smile appeared on Elder Qian's face.

"Is this distinguished guest a connoisseur of wine?" the Ancestor called from the second floor.

Qian Laoda laughed heartily, "Qian from Guandong only knows Guandong sorghum liquor."

"Please invite our distinguished guests from Guandong upstairs," the old ancestor called out.

Mei Xiaoying led Qian Laoda and the other two upstairs.

The old ancestor said with a smile, "Please take your own liquor from the wine cabinet."

Qian Laoda didn't refuse and strolled to the row of wine cabinets against the wall. He glanced at them and saw that they were nothing more than Luzhou Laojiao, Shanxi Fenjiu, Guizhou Maotai, Wuliangye, and the like. Moreover, the labels on the glass bottles were still quite new. So he smiled slightly and said, "I heard that the old ancestor of Tianmen Mountain has a vast collection of liquor. It turns out that it's just some common liquor bought from the market."

The old ancestor blushed and stammered, "Then what kind of liquor do you old guests from Guandong like to drink?"

Qian Laoda said, "Haven't you heard, 'Drink Lingchuan liquor, smoke Mudan liquor'? Naturally, it's Jinzhou Tongshengjin distillery."

"Jinzhou Tongshengjin distillery? Never heard of it," the old ancestor shook his head.

Having roamed the underworld of Northeast China for decades, Elder Qian was intimately familiar with the spirits of the region. He cleared his throat and began to speak eloquently: "In the sixth year of the Jiaqing Emperor's reign (1817), a Manchu named Gao Shilin opened a distillery in Luotai Village, north of Jinzhou City. The most famous of these was the 'Dragon Ticket' distillery, which was directly supplied to the imperial court—a royally-approved distillery. In 1926, when General Zhang Xueliang was preparing to establish the Huludao naval port and Jinzhou University, he praised Lingchuan spirits and wrote the three characters 'Immortal Among Wines.' Commander-in-Chief Zhu De also wrote an inscription in 1954 praising it highly." "In the south there's Maotai, in the north there's Lingchuan. This wine is brewed according to traditional Manchu techniques, using four kinds of grains: red sorghum, Job's tears, millet, and barnyard grass. The starter culture is made with pollen from the northern pine trees, ginseng, and deer antler powder. Twenty-six kinds of Chinese herbs are added to the starter culture. It's stored in wooden vats, the inner walls of which are lined with deer blood, sesame oil, and Xuan paper. It's aged for at least three years before the wine is ready. After being extracted from the vat, the wine is slightly yellow, clear, and refreshing—truly a top-quality product."

The old ancestor, listening nearby, scratched his head, his face beaming with delight, constantly swallowing hard.

The eldest son, Qian, observed this and continued, "I wonder if the venerable ancestor has heard of this secret history: During the reign of Emperor Daoguang in the year of Yisi, Lin Zexu was credited with suppressing opium. Emperor Daoguang specially ordered Tongshengjin Distillery to brew top-quality wine to reward the soldiers who had suppressed opium. Later, the British launched a major offensive, and Emperor Daoguang, left with no other choice, exiled Lin Zexu to Yili. At the same time, he planned to send the wine intended for the soldiers to suppress opium to the British as a gesture of goodwill. However, the people of Northeast China are known for their toughness, and Meng Rong, the manager of Tongshengjin Distillery, resolutely hid the wine underground. The court, enraged, had Meng Rong, who disobeyed the imperial decree, executed by being cut in half at the waist. Since then, the whereabouts of this batch of fine wine has become an eternal mystery."

"Ah, this wine has such a story behind it! Where is it now?" The old ancestor exclaimed in admiration, then suddenly realized something and whispered, "You know where that wine is hidden, don't you?"

Elder Qian smiled slightly and said, "Exactly." The old

ancestor rubbed his hands together, smiled sheepishly, and said, "How can we get that batch of wine?"

Elder Qian kept him in suspense, feigning difficulty, saying, "They don't want money, they just want..."

"What do they want?" the old ancestor asked eagerly.

"Sigh, it's no use telling me, forget it." Elder Qian sighed.

The old ancestor became even more anxious and hurriedly pressed, "Tell me, what do they want?"

Elder Qian said, "They want to exchange wine."

"Exchange wine?" The old ancestor hadn't expected such a condition.

"They want to exchange for wine from an earlier era. If there's wine from the Ming Dynasty three hundred years ago, they're willing to exchange a hundred jars for one jar—the conditions are non-negotiable. But where can we find wine from the Ming Dynasty?" Elder Qian spread his hands helplessly.

The old ancestor remained silent for a long time.

Old Master Qian knew his ancestor was struggling with his decision, so he quietly observed from the side.

After a long while, the ancestor seemed to finally make up his mind, raising his eyes and glancing at Mei Xiaoying.

Mei Xiaoying snorted, ignoring him, giving the ancestor a disdainful look, and turned to stomp downstairs.

The ancestor smiled awkwardly at Old Master Qian and said apologetically, "Ming Dynasty wine is not easy to obtain, alas, it's beyond my capabilities." Old

Master Qian seized the opportunity, saying, "It seems the ancestor has some unspeakable difficulties. I wonder if I can help?"

The ancestor shook his head, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Seeing things were about to go wrong, Elder Qian chuckled coldly twice, took out the two shards of the wine jar from his pocket, placed them on the table, and slowly said, "I'm staying at the Tianmen Inn. This morning, I found these shards of a wine jar while cleaning the west room. They said it was brought over by the Tianmen Mountain Ancestor yesterday."

The Ancestor nodded and said, "That's right, it was a jar of wine I brought over. It's a pity it's all broken."

"They said it's a fine wine from the Ming Dynasty," Elder Qian said casually.

The old ancestor immediately became alert, casting a suspicious glance at Qian Laoda, and said, "No, no, absolutely not."

Qian Laoda slowly turned the two broken pieces of the jar over. "Look at the writing on the jar, it's clearly the two characters 'Ye Fu'."

The old ancestor was startled. She slowly reached out and swapped the two pieces, saying, "I think the characters look like 'Fu Ye'. 'Fu' has one meaning, which is to touch, like 'Fu Yun' (拂云), meaning to touch the clouds, or 'Fu Tian' (拂天), meaning to touch the sky. 'Fu Ye' means to touch the mountains and fields, to return to nature."

Qian Laoda nodded and said, "The old ancestor of Tianmen Mountain is indeed exceptionally astute. I admire her greatly. If neither of us knew who 'Ye Fu' was, it would be the biggest joke in the world."

The old ancestor pretended to be very surprised and said, "Could 'Ye Fu' be a person's name?" She was very satisfied with her acting skills.

Old Master Qian suppressed his anger; this perverted old man's performance was truly clumsy.

"Ye Fu is the Buddhist name of Li Zicheng's nephew, Li Guo, after he became a monk. He was a confidant of the rebel king, holding the rank of general, and also a fondness for wine. In 1644, Wu Sangui led the Qing army into the pass. Li Zicheng's more than one million rebel troops were no match for the 100,000 Manchu cavalry. Finally, they encountered Prince Ying, Ajige, and were defeated at Jiugong Mountain in Hubei. Li Zicheng escaped with only a few dozen riders, hiding in Shimen Jiashan Temple, where he took the Buddhist name 'Fengtian Yu Heshang'. Li Guo, on the other hand, came to Tianmen Mountain Temple, where he took the Buddhist name 'Ye Fu'."

The old ancestor continued to feign deafness and muteness, then exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. Qian, the doctor from Guandong, is quite knowledgeable about the history of the late Ming and early Qing dynasties!"

Old Master Qian said, "I am a Manchu of the Plain Yellow Banner."

"Hmm, Mr. Qian, what exactly do you want to do on Tianmen Mountain?" The old ancestor decided to get to the bottom of it. Old

Master Qian thought to himself, it's time to lay his cards on the table. Clearing his throat, he said, "I've been entrusted by a friend to make a deal with the Old Ancestor of Tianmen Mountain. I'll exchange one hundred jars of Tongsheng Jin liquor from the 25th year of the Daoguang Emperor's reign for one jar of wine from the late Ming Dynasty, treasured by Ye Fu. I hope the Old Ancestor won't refuse."

The Old Ancestor was certainly happy about this; it was a huge bargain. However, he turned to look down the stairs but didn't see Xiaoying.

His face flushed red, and he stammered, "To be honest, that jar of wine was obtained by my wife. I don't know if I can get another one."

Old Qian thought to himself, "So, Mei Xiaoying is the real culprit.

" "Since the Old Ancestor isn't confident, I won't press the matter. I'll take my leave now and tell my friend to make other plans." Old Qian turned and prepared to leave, a classic case of feigned indifference.

Sure enough, the old ancestor couldn't contain himself any longer and hurriedly said, "Wait a moment, let me discuss this with my wife for a while, and then I'll give you an answer." With that, he ran downstairs.

Elder Qian and Elder Zhen exchanged a smile.

The old ancestor ran outside and saw Xiaoying drying the leaves she had picked. He quickly went up to her and said, "Xiaoying, one hundred jars of Daoguang tea, you…"

Mei Xiaoying glared at him and said irritably, "What?"

The old ancestor stammered, "Could you ask that old monster for another jar? Just one jar."

Mei Xiaoying rolled her eyes and said mockingly, "Didn't you say you didn't want me to have any more contact with him?"

"This is really too important to me this time. Please, for the sake of our 'husband and wife' relationship… and the bond between sisters-in-law, I beg you." The old ancestor pleaded.

Mei Xiaoying still ignored him.

With a "thump," the old ancestor actually knelt down.

"Oh dear, why are you doing this? Be careful of the baby in your belly. You're so old already, protecting the pregnancy is the most important thing." Mei Xiaoying quickly tried to pull her up.

"I won't get up unless you agree," the old ancestor simply started acting like a spoiled child.

"Sigh," Mei Xiaoying sighed and said, "Get up, I'll go ask that old monster, but I'm not sure."

"Good, good, you're truly my good wife," the old ancestor said happily.

Mei Xiaoying blushed, put down her work, and said, "Alright, I'll go now. If that old monster refuses, there's nothing I can do. Also, be careful, don't let anyone deceive you."

The old ancestor watched Xiaoying's departing figure, excitedly jumped up, and ran up the stilted house in three steps.

"My wife has already gone to look for it, but where is your Daoguang wine?" the old ancestor asked Qian Laodao.

Qian Laoda calmly said, "Don't worry, Kan Liu. Go to the nearest market town and make a long-distance call. Tell them to send the hundred jars of Daoguang 25th year imperial wine that they've prepared. Go quickly." "

Yes, brother." Kan Liu agreed and then went down from the stilted house.

Kan Liu's greatest skill was tracking; his lightness skill and swimming ability were top-notch. He understood his boss's meaning and followed Mei Xiaoying at a distance, heading towards Moon Lake.

Everything was under control, Qian Laoda thought.

"How about we drink and wait?" Lao Zu took out a bottle of Moutai from the wine cabinet and said.

"Alright, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Zhen Si, you go with Kan Liu too. Tell them I'll be going back in a few days with the car." Qian Laoda decided to send Zhen Si to meet up with Kan Liu as well, to increase the safety factor and be prepared for any eventuality.

"Understood, brother." Zhen Si also went.

Lao Zu removed the cork, and a rich aroma of soy sauce wafted out. The two chatted and sipped their wine.

Kan Liu followed Mei Xiaoying from a distance. Several times, Mei Xiaoying glanced back, intentionally or unintentionally, but Kan Liu skillfully dodged her.

They arrived at Moon Lake, where white mist rose from the emerald water. Fallen leaves from the mountains settled on the water, reminding them that it was late autumn.

Kan Liu moved closer to avoid losing sight of her in

the mist. He heard a splash ahead and saw Mei Xiaoying had taken off her outer clothes and shoes, wearing only a pink cloth apron and tight underwear. She stood on the bank, splashing water on herself to warm up, then plunged into the water with a splash.

Kan Liu observed her closely, secretly admiring her figure. Even at ninety years old, she still had long legs, wide hips, and a slender waist—her charm remained undiminished.

After a while, Mei Xiaoying still hadn't surfaced. He secretly wondered if there was some kind of hidden passage underwater, otherwise no one could hold their breath for so long. He hesitated, wondering if he should follow her. He heard

very light footsteps behind him. He crouched down and looked back. Zhen Si's figure appeared in the thick white mist.

"Fourth Brother, she's dived into the water. I'm sure there's something fishy going on underwater," Kan Liu whispered to Zhen Si.

Zhen Si pondered for a moment and said, "Sixth Brother, you're a good swimmer. Go down and check. Be careful."

"Yes, Fourth Brother," Kan Liu said, removing his clothes until he was only wearing shorts, revealing his muscular physique. He nodded, gently entered the water, took a deep breath, and submerged into the cold lake.

The Moon Lake was crystal clear. Kan Liu swam quickly in the direction Mei Xiaoying had gone. The water ahead was pitch black, with no light penetrating. This must be the area beneath the mountain. Upon closer inspection, he spotted a faint reflection of light not far ahead and swam towards it.

He quietly lay submerged and looked up. It was an underwater cave, connected to a larger cavern within the mountain—truly a well-hidden passage.

Kan Liu gently surfaced, feeling the damp, warm air. A thin crack in the high cave wall allowed a sliver of light to filter through.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw winding stone steps leading into the darkness.

Kan Liu hesitated for a moment, then quietly climbed out of the water and crept cautiously up the steps.

The old ancestor shook his head, offering no comment.

Seeing things were about to go wrong, Elder Qian chuckled coldly, pulled the two shards of the wine jar from his robes, placed them on the table, and slowly said, "I'm staying at the Tianmen Inn. This morning, I found these wine jar fragments while cleaning the west room. They said they were brought over by the Tianmen Mountain Ancestor yesterday."

The Ancestor nodded and said, "That's right, it was a jar of wine I brought over. It's a pity it's all broken."

"They said it's a fine wine from the Ming Dynasty," Elder Qian said casually.

The Ancestor immediately became alert, casting a suspicious glance at Elder Qian, and said, "No, no, absolutely not."

Old Master Qian slowly turned the two broken pieces of the jar over. "Look at the writing on the jar," she said, "it clearly says the two characters 'Ye Fu'."

The old ancestor was startled. She slowly reached out and swapped the two pieces, saying, "I think the characters look like 'Fu Ye'. 'Fu' has one meaning: to touch, like 'Fu Yun' (拂云), meaning to touch the clouds, or 'Fu Tian' (拂天), meaning to touch the sky. 'Fu Ye' means to touch the mountains and fields, to return to nature."

Old Master Qian nodded, "The old ancestor of Tianmen Mountain is indeed incredibly astute. I admire her greatly. If neither of us knew who 'Ye Fu' was, it would be the biggest joke in the world."

The old ancestor feigned surprise, saying, "Could 'Ye Fu' be a person's name?" She was very satisfied with her acting.

Old Master Qian suppressed her anger; this perverted old woman's performance was truly clumsy.

"Ye Fu was the Buddhist name of Li Zicheng's nephew, Li Guo, after he became a monk. He was a confidant of the rebel king, rose to the rank of general, and was also a fondness for wine. In 1644, Wu Sangui led the Qing army into the pass. Li Zicheng's more than one million rebel troops were no match for the 100,000 Manchu cavalry. Finally, he encountered Prince Ying, Ajige, and was defeated at Jiugong Mountain in Hubei. He escaped with only a few dozen riders and hid in Shimen Jiashan Temple, where he took the Buddhist name 'Fengtian Yu Heshang'. Li Guo, on the other hand, came to Tianmen Mountain Temple, where he took the Buddhist name 'Ye Fu'."

The old ancestor continued to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and said in surprise, "Mr. Qian, the doctor from Guandong, is very knowledgeable about the history of the late Ming and early Qing dynasties."

The eldest Qian said, "I am a Manchu of the Plain Yellow Banner."

"Hmm, Mr. Qian, what exactly do you want to do on Tianmen Mountain?" The old ancestor decided to ask for clarification.

The eldest Qian thought to himself, it's time to lay his cards on the table. Clearing his throat, he said, "I've been entrusted by a friend to make a deal with the Old Ancestor of Tianmen Mountain. I'll exchange one hundred jars of Tongsheng Jin liquor from the 25th year of the Daoguang Emperor's reign for one jar of wine from the late Ming Dynasty, treasured by Ye Fu. I hope the Old Ancestor won't refuse."

The Old Ancestor was certainly happy about this; it was a huge bargain. However, he turned to look down the stairs but didn't see Xiaoying.

His face flushed red, and he stammered, "To be honest, that jar of wine was obtained by my wife. I don't know if I can get another one."

Old Qian thought to himself, "So, Mei Xiaoying is the real culprit.

" "Since the Old Ancestor isn't confident, I won't press the matter. I'll take my leave now and tell my friend to make other plans." Old Qian turned and prepared to leave, a classic case of feigned indifference.

Sure enough, the old ancestor couldn't contain himself any longer and hurriedly said, "Wait a moment, let me discuss this with my wife for a while, and then I'll give you an answer." With that, he ran downstairs.

Elder Qian and Elder Zhen exchanged a smile.

The old ancestor ran outside and saw Xiaoying drying the leaves she had picked. He quickly went up to her and said, "Xiaoying, one hundred jars of Daoguang tea, you…"

Mei Xiaoying glared at him and said irritably, "What?"

The old ancestor stammered, "Could you ask that old monster for another jar? Just one jar."

Mei Xiaoying rolled her eyes and said mockingly, "Didn't you say you didn't want me to have any more contact with him?"

"This is really too important to me this time. Please, for the sake of our 'husband and wife' relationship… and the bond between sisters-in-law, I beg you." The old ancestor pleaded.

Mei Xiaoying still ignored him.

With a "thump," the old ancestor actually knelt down.

"Oh dear, why are you doing this? Be careful of the baby in your belly. You're so old already, protecting the pregnancy is the most important thing." Mei Xiaoying quickly tried to pull her up.

"I won't get up unless you agree," the old ancestor simply started acting like a spoiled child.

"Sigh," Mei Xiaoying sighed and said, "Get up, I'll go ask that old monster, but I'm not sure."

"Good, good, you're truly my good wife," the old ancestor said happily.

Mei Xiaoying blushed, put down her work, and said, "Alright, I'll go now. If that old monster refuses, there's nothing I can do. Also, be careful, don't let anyone deceive you."

The old ancestor watched Xiaoying's departing figure, excitedly jumped up, and ran up the stilted house in three steps.

"My wife has already gone to look for it, but where is your Daoguang wine?" the old ancestor asked Qian Laodao.

Qian Laoda calmly said, "Don't worry, Kan Liu. Go to the nearest market town and make a long-distance call. Tell them to send the hundred jars of Daoguang 25th year imperial wine that they've prepared. Go quickly." "

Yes, brother." Kan Liu agreed and then went down from the stilted house.

Kan Liu's greatest skill was tracking; his lightness skill and swimming ability were top-notch. He understood his boss's meaning and followed Mei Xiaoying at a distance, heading towards Moon Lake.

Everything was under control, Qian Laoda thought.

"How about we drink and wait?" Lao Zu took out a bottle of Moutai from the wine cabinet and said.

"Alright, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Zhen Si, you go with Kan Liu too. Tell them I'll be going back in a few days with the car." Qian Laoda decided to send Zhen Si to meet up with Kan Liu as well, to increase the safety factor and be prepared for any eventuality.

"Understood, brother." Zhen Si also went.

Lao Zu removed the cork, and a rich aroma of soy sauce wafted out. The two chatted and sipped their wine.

Kan Liu followed Mei Xiaoying from a distance. Several times, Mei Xiaoying glanced back, intentionally or unintentionally, but Kan Liu skillfully dodged her.

They arrived at Moon Lake, where white mist rose from the emerald water. Fallen leaves from the mountains settled on the water, reminding them that it was late autumn.

Kan Liu moved closer to avoid losing sight of her in

the mist. He heard a splash ahead and saw Mei Xiaoying had taken off her outer clothes and shoes, wearing only a pink cloth apron and tight underwear. She stood on the bank, splashing water on herself to warm up, then plunged into the water with a splash.

Kan Liu observed her closely, secretly admiring her figure. Even at ninety years old, she still had long legs, wide hips, and a slender waist—her charm remained undiminished.

After a while, Mei Xiaoying still hadn't surfaced. He secretly wondered if there was some kind of hidden passage underwater, otherwise no one could hold their breath for so long. He hesitated, wondering if he should follow her. He heard

very light footsteps behind him. He crouched down and looked back. Zhen Si's figure appeared in the thick white mist.

"Fourth Brother, she's dived into the water. I'm sure there's something fishy going on underwater," Kan Liu whispered to Zhen Si.

Zhen Si pondered for a moment and said, "Sixth Brother, you're a good swimmer. Go down and check. Be careful."

"Yes, Fourth Brother," Kan Liu said, removing his clothes until he was only wearing shorts, revealing his muscular physique. He nodded, gently entered the water, took a deep breath, and submerged into the cold lake.

The Moon Lake was crystal clear. Kan Liu swam quickly in the direction Mei Xiaoying had gone. The water ahead was pitch black, with no light penetrating. This must be the area beneath the mountain. Upon closer inspection, he spotted a faint reflection of light not far ahead and swam towards it.

He quietly lay submerged and looked up. It was an underwater cave, connected to a larger cavern within the mountain—truly a well-hidden passageway.

Kan Liu gently surfaced, feeling the damp, warm air. A thin crack in the high cave wall allowed a sliver of light to filter through.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw winding stone steps leading into the darkness.

Kan Liu thought for a moment, then quietly climbed out of the water and crept up the stone steps.

Chapter 128.

Kan Liu cautiously made his way forward, listening intently to any sounds around him, while simultaneously pressing his hand into the small pocket at the back of his shorts, where several darts were hidden—his usual concealed weapon. After winding his way up for about ten minutes, light finally appeared ahead. It wasn't pure natural light, but the orange-yellow glow of an oil lamp.

He calmly approached, and ahead was a half-open stone door. Through the gap in the door, he could clearly see an elderly man with white hair talking to Mei Xiaoying. To Kan Liu's utter astonishment, the old man was completely naked! His silver hair reached his waist, his white beard extended to his chest, and even a thick tuft of long, white pubic hair grew from his crotch, softly cascading down to his knees.

"Xiaoying, you're still so voluptuous, making one's imagination run wild," the old man said in an extremely gentle voice.

Mei Xiaoying seemed to blush, but Kan Liu could only see her back from his current position.

"Old man, just tell me straight, are you going to give me this jar of wine or not?" Mei Xiaoying said impatiently.

Oh, so this white-bearded old man is the famous Xiangxi Old Man, Kan Liu thought to himself in surprise.

The Xiangxi Old Man said with a grin, "Those two jars of wine were specially prepared for the two of us. We only drank one jar, and you gave the other one to that drunkard. I didn't say anything. You have to tell me, why did you come back to ask for wine again today?"

Xiaoying said, "It's just a jar of wine, why be so stingy?"

The old man's laughter stopped abruptly, and he said seriously, "Xiaoying, you woman don't understand. This is not ordinary wine, but imperial wine that the senior Ye Fu treasured for Emperor Li Zicheng of the Great Shun Dynasty. It's been more than three hundred years. How can that drunkard of yours be worthy of drinking this kind of wine? It's a complete waste." "A treasure indeed!"

Xiaoying stammered. "It's not that the old ancestor wants to drink it; she wants to trade it with the guests from Guandong. They're offering a hundred jars of Daoguang 25-year-old Lingchuan wine for a jar of Ming Dynasty wine. We're getting a good deal."

The old man from Xiangxi was shocked. "Ah! Is that so?"

Xiaoying said smugly, "What's wrong? Are you jealous too?"

The old man from Xiangxi sneered, "I didn't expect them to come around to you and try to take advantage of the wild boar. They're really shrewd. Tell me, how many people came, and what do they look like?"

Xiaoying was a little confused, but she still described the appearances of the three men, including Qian Laoda.

The old man from Xiangxi pondered, "It seems you've been followed."

Xiaoying was even more confused and said, "You said they didn't come to trade for wine?"

"Of course not. They want to find out where this wine came from and find the Ghost Valley Cave," the old man said.

Xiao Ying laughed and asked, "Where are they?"

The old man from Xiangxi chuckled coldly twice and called out loudly towards the stone door where Kan Liu was hiding, "Friend, come out."

Seeing that he had been discovered by the old man, Kan Liu had no choice but to bite the bullet and go inside, three gold darts hidden in his right hand.

"Sixth Brother from Guandong greets the old man from Xiangxi," Kan Liu said respectfully, bowing with his hands clasped. He knew he would never get the better of this white-bearded old man; this time, his chances of survival were slim. So he simply became polite.

Mei Xiaoying was taken aback when she saw Kan Liu and said, "You followed me here? So you weren't from Guandong to exchange wine!"

Kan Liu cupped his hands in apology to Mei Xiaoying and said, "I'm sorry, my elder brother was entrusted to come to Tianmen Mountain to exchange wine. I don't know the specifics very well. I came out of the stilted house to go to the market to find a phone to tell my Guandong family that the goods could be shipped, but I got lost and wandered to this lakeside. I saw you taking off your outer clothes and trousers, and seeing your voluptuous and sexy figure, I was tempted and

couldn't control myself. I lost my composure and followed you into the water." Xiaoying had never heard anyone praise her like this before, and she blushed.

Kan Liu knew that to survive, he had to win over this old woman with no social experience, so he continued, "Grandma, I'm sorry, please don't blame me for my recklessness. It's just that you have such a great figure that I dared not have any improper thoughts. I only wanted to catch up with you, ask you how you maintain your beauty, write down the recipe, take it back to my mother in Guandong, and tell her about your slenderness and beauty. So, so you won't blame me, right? To be honest, I can't help but call you 'Big Sister'."

Xiao Ying felt a warmth in her heart. The old man from Xiangxi would never say such things; he would only pounce on her like an animal. And Zu Ying was a woman; besides that, she had never been in contact with a man. Kan Liu's words just now were indeed very pleasing to the ear. If the old man were so sweet-talking, she wouldn't have left him. She couldn't help but give the old man a reproachful look.

"What are you saying? Sigh, I'm already so old," Xiao Ying said with a smile.

Kan Liu thought to himself, "What's a little bit of deception? There are plenty of con artists back in my hometown of Anshan in Northeast China.

" "Heh heh," the old man from Xiangxi suddenly chuckled coldly, "I've long heard that Northeasterners are eloquent, and it's true! Your words might fool a naive old woman from the mountains, but they won't fool me, an old man from Xiangxi. Tell me, how much do you really know about the Wild Broom treasure?"

Kan Liu quickly replied, "Brother...elder, I only know I came to exchange for wine. What Wild Broom? Is it a brand of wine from the Ming Dynasty?" Kan Liu feigned ignorance.

The old man from Xiangxi grew angry and said, "It seems I have to teach you a lesson before you'll tell the truth."

"I truly don't know," Kan Liu insisted.

A clear whistle rang out from the old man's lips, and instantly, a whistling sound of wind piercing the air came from the depths of the cave. Countless blood-red eyes flew towards them in the darkness—hundreds of large, dark brown bats.

Kan Liu clearly saw that the giant bat at the head of the group had a cloth band tied around its neck… The old man from Xiangxi waved his hand, and the swarm of red-eyed bats stopped, all staring fiercely at Kan Liu, waiting for their master's command.

“Old man, I'll ask you one last question: how much do you know about the Wild Beast Treasure?” the old man from Xiangxi said, looking at Kan Liu.

Kan Liu straightened his neck, remaining silent, displaying the stubbornness of a man from Northeast

China. The old man waved his hand again, and the bats swarmed forward, pounced on Kan Liu, plucking out his hair, beard, eyebrows, and nose hairs one by one. He stood shirtless, gritting his teeth and remaining unmoved—truly a tough man from Northeast China.

Some bats noticed the hair under Kan Liu's armpits and plucked it all out.

The leader of the Yin Bats charged forward with a whoosh, extending its claws and tearing Kan Liu's red cotton shorts to shreds. These were the kind of shorts worn by people in Northeast China during their birth year to ward off evil spirits. The Yin Bats then frantically plucked out his pubic hair and even the coarser hairs in his groin.

Pain and ache caused Kan Liu to shed tears and snot. The Yin Bats retreated, leaving Kan Liu completely naked and clean, without a single hair.

"Well? If you still won't talk, something even more powerful awaits you," the old man from Xiangxi said coldly.

Kan Liu turned his gaze to Mei Xiaoying, feigning a pitiful expression.

Xiao Ying sighed as she looked at him. Although the young man was strong and muscular, especially his round and sexy buttocks, he looked like a white chicken after losing all his hair, which was disgusting. Besides, the old man was right. They had deceived her and the ancestor and had been following her with ulterior motives. Xiao Ying turned her head away.

Seeing Xiaoying's attitude, Kan Liu knew he was doomed. He immediately turned and raised his hand, sending three darts hurtling towards the old man from Xiangxi. Two were aimed at the old man's eyes, and one at his mouth.

He hoped that in the dim light, a surprise attack might succeed, perhaps offering a sliver of hope.

But he never expected the old man's martial arts skills to have reached such an unbelievable level.

The white-bearded old man sat motionless, and all three darts struck him squarely in the face.

Upon closer inspection, Kan Liu was terrified. The old man from Xiangxi had a dart tucked under each eyelid, and another was clenched in his mouth… He understood that his martial arts skills were far inferior, and there was no chance of escape. He sighed, “It seems Liu Lang’s remains will never return home.” With

a “crack,” the old man shook off the darts and coldly said, “You will no longer have any remains.” Then he whistled again. A

thunderous roar echoed through the dark passageway of the cave. Soon, countless giant white rats swarmed in… The charging white rock rats all had blood-red eyes, drool dripping from their mouths, and were extremely terrifying.

Kan Liu was terrified, his face turning pale.

The first row of rock rats circled Kan Liu, crawling on the ground. The second row crouched behind, the third row stood up, and there were more behind… all waiting for the old man from Xiangxi’s command to tear him to shreds in an instant.

"Old man, I'll ask you one last time, will you speak or not?" The old man from Xiangxi sneered coldly, slowly raising his hand.

Kan Liu sighed, "If I yield, I'll be executed by my master, suffering the same fate as my seventh and eighth brothers. Since I'm being devoured by my fellow disciples, it's better to feed these beasts."

With that, he roared, leaping more than three meters into the air, performing a somersault, and crashing headfirst into the hard stone ground... With a "thud," Kan Liu's head split open. The old man from Xiangxi waved his hand, and the rock rats, who had been unable to restrain themselves any longer, swarmed forward. The sounds of continuous biting, tearing, and breaking bones filled the air. When the sounds completely stopped, the rock rats dispersed, leaving nothing on the ground except a pool of blood.

Xiao Ying couldn't bear to witness this bloody scene. Only after the rock rats stopped devouring her did she open her eyes. The young, sturdy, and eloquent man had vanished.

Suddenly, Mei Xiaoying felt a surge of hatred for the old man from Xiangxi. Silently, without a word, she turned and walked towards the stone gate.

"Xiaoying, don't go back! It'll be dangerous. The Guandong bandits won't let it go without one person," the old man from Xiangxi urged anxiously.

Mei Xiaoying seemed not to hear him, passing through the stone gate and descending the steps.

The old man from Xiangxi sighed deeply, stood up, and walked to a flying apsara rock painting. He pressed a mechanism on the rock wall, and after a series of creaking sounds, the painting rotated about 30 degrees. Inside, in a niche, sat a young girl cross-legged.

"Nika, has the second foot of the 'Thirty-Six Measuring Rulers' been opened?" the old man from Xiangxi asked.

"Master, it's at a crucial moment. It will take another twelve hours to open it," Nika replied.

"Come out. There's a new situation. Ghost Valley Cave has encountered a powerful enemy," the old man said.

“Yes, Master.” Nika finished her practice, stood up, and leaped out of the stone niche.

The old man from Xiangxi recounted what had just happened to Nika.

“Master, please give your orders,” Nika said respectfully.

“It seems that Han Sheng and the others are unaware of the Wild Blessed Treasure, while these Guandong guests came prepared. Go and secretly protect Xiaoying, while keeping an eye on the movements of the Guandong guests. Don’t show yourself unless it’s absolutely necessary, understand?” the old man from Xiangxi instructed.

“Yes, Master,” Nika replied.

Chapter 129

On the shore of Moon Lake, Zhen Si was hidden in the thick white fog.

The sound of splashing water came from the lake. Zhen Si lay prone on the grass and looked into the water. In thick fog, the fog is very thin about a foot above the ground, and visibility is relatively high. At this moment, he saw Mei Xiaoying swim ashore, put on her clothes, and then return the way she came.

She went back empty-handed; it seemed she hadn’t gotten the wine she wanted, and things hadn’t gone well.

Zhen Si continued crawling without moving, waiting for Kan Liu to emerge from the water. After a while, the sound of splashing came from Moon Lake again. Zhen Si breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it must be Kan Liu.

To his surprise, it wasn't Kan Liu who climbed ashore, but a woman, a very young and beautiful girl, dressed in white. The water made her figure appear even more voluptuous and slender, with exquisite curves.

The girl squeezed the water out of her hair and then disappeared into the thick fog.

Zhen Si continued to wait, but Kan Liu still didn't appear. More than half an hour passed. Zhen Si stood up; he knew that Kan Liu was likely dead. He took Kan Liu's clothes, found nothing important, and gently put them back where they were, then quietly left Moon Lake.

Mei Xiaoying walked back, feeling depressed. She had lived in Tianmen Mountain for decades, leading a peaceful life, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. Who knew that so many strange things would happen in the past half month? Aside from the good news of Han Sheng curing her eyes and meeting her brother Mei Yiying's only apprentice, Liu Jinmo, everything else went wrong. Sigh, that old monster is getting more and more detestable, and that young man from Guandong died rather pitifully. It's all Zu Ying's fault for being so useless, recklessly drinking.

Mei Xiaoying grew angrier the more she thought about it. She didn't want to go back to the stilted house for the time being; let them wait upstairs, since none of them were any good anyway.

After rounding a bend at the foot of a mountain, Mei Xiaoying simply changed direction and walked into the woods, following the forest path towards the Tianmen Inn.

Nika, having left Moon Lake, went to a secluded mountain hollow where her white horse was free to graze. Finding the white horse, she saw its belly was already round and full.

"Alright, we should go." Nika leaped onto the horse's back, flicked the reins, and headed towards Xiaoying's stilted house.

When Zhen Si returned to the stilted house, Qian Laoda and the Old Ancestor were still leisurely sipping their wine.

Qian Laoda noticed something unusual about Zhen Si's expression; only someone who knew him well could see such subtle changes. The Old Ancestor, however, seemed oblivious. Something was wrong

, Qian Laoda thought with a chill.

"Brother, I'm back. Sixth Brother is waiting for a call," Zhen Si said.

Qian Laoda turned to the Old Ancestor and asked, "When will your wife be back?" The Old Ancestor scratched his head and

said, "Judging by the time, she should be back by now."

"Brother, hasn't that old woman arrived home yet?" Zhen Si's words carried a hidden meaning. Something

had indeed happened. They needed to clarify the situation immediately; it was best not to act rashly before then. They couldn't touch the Old Ancestor unless Master Yang Gong gave the order.

"Old Ancestor, since we don't know how long we'll have to wait, we'll return to the Tianmen Inn to await your news. We won't disturb you any longer; farewell," Qian Laoda said, rising and bowing in farewell.

"Alright, I'll rush to Tianmen Inn as soon as I get any news." The old ancestor thought this was a good idea; he didn't know how Xiaoying's negotiations with that old monster were going.

Elder Qian and Zhen Si hurried downstairs, and when they reached a secluded spot, they stopped and asked, "What happened?"

Zhen Si explained the situation.

"Hmm, Kan Liu is a meticulous person. The fact that he didn't follow Mei Xiaoying and that girl up means he's either dead or imprisoned. This matter is of great importance. You and I will go directly to Tianmen Mountain Temple to see Master." After saying this, Qian Laoda and Zhen Si hurried towards Tianmen Mountain Temple.

The old monk Yang Gong walked up to the stilted house and immediately saw the old ancestor deep in thought, her brows furrowed. As the old monk approached, she seemed not to see him, not even lifting her eyelids.

"My goodness, what's wrong? Who bullied you?" The old monk Yang Gong's tone was extremely gentle.

The old ancestor's reddish-brown, orange-peel-like face trembled slightly, his bold demeanor from when he drank with Liu Jinmo completely gone. He spoke in a coquettish voice, like that of a courtesan from the old days, "Master Yang, it's been so long since you've come to see me, you heartless little devil..."

Master Yang chuckled, "Master Yang, you've come, haven't you? My little darling, did those old customers from Guandong bully you?"

The old ancestor looked at Master Yang in surprise, "Eh, how did you know?"

Master Yang said, "They also came to Tianmen Mountain Temple, asking if I had any Ming Dynasty wine. I told them that Ming Dynasty wine wasn't hard to get, but I needed to see a sample of your Daoguang wine first. Since we're doing business, we must be fair."

"They have samples?" The old ancestor's eyes lit up, and he asked hastily.

The old monk, Yang Gong, casually remarked, "He left a jar."

Upon hearing this, the old ancestor immediately stood up and asked, "Is it the same 1990 Tong Sheng Jin Ling Chuan Imperial Wine?"

The old monk smiled and said to her, "My little darling, you know I'm not very knowledgeable about wine, so if you're interested..."

"Of course I'm interested! Why didn't you bring it?" the old ancestor pouted.

The old monk smiled and said, "I was afraid Xiao Ying would be unhappy if she saw me bringing you wine, especially since you're pregnant." The old ancestor

gave him a reproachful look and said, "She went to that old monster, the Xiangxi Old Man, and hasn't returned yet. I'm waiting for news from her."

"The Xiangxi Old Man? I don't think I've ever heard you mention him." The old monk asked knowingly. "

Xiao Ying told me not to tell anyone," the old ancestor stammered.

"I've heard from the Miao people that there's an old man from Xiangxi living in the Ghost Valley Cave. Have you been there?" the old monk asked tentatively.

"No, I only saw her once by Moon Lake," the old ancestor said, shaking her head.

Yang Gong had invited the old ancestor to Tianmen Mountain Temple for drinks several times beforehand, always with Xun Wu administering a Guandong aphrodisiac called "Old Sow Grunting." This was a potent estrus drug specifically for sows, extremely strong; in Guandong, no matter the age of the sow, a successful mating rate after taking it was almost 100%. After drinking the drugged wine, although the old ancestor was well past sixty, the aphrodisiac's effects made her act like a lioness, almost overwhelming the old man. Of course, afterwards, the old ancestor was nearly exhausted; this was someone skilled in martial arts, and an ordinary person would likely have died.

However, Yang Gong didn't know that the effects of "Old Sow Grunting" had subtly altered the old ancestor's physiology, restoring her reproductive ability and causing her to become pregnant. A few days ago, when the old ancestor shyly told Yang Gong that she was pregnant, Yang Gong was naturally shocked. He had almost exhausted the old ancestor's yin essence, and if she were to conceive now, the child would surely be a monster.

Thinking this, the old monk Yang Gong felt a chill run down his spine.

Chapter 130

In the afternoon, the autumn wind carried autumn raindrops, which fell coolly on her face. Mei Xiaoying's annoyance eased slightly. Looking up, she saw that she had arrived at the Tianmen Inn.

Upon reaching the door, she noticed that the wooden plaque that used to hang above the gate was now lying to the side. Stepping inside, she caught sight of Han Sheng and felt relieved.

Han Sheng was currently using the Twin Fish to expel Manager Wang's biomagnetic field for the second time.

The nun sat upright, eyes closed. Han Sheng held a green-haired fish in one hand, its mouth biting the nun's acupoint on the back of her neck, its belly heaving as it sucked. In his other hand, he held a blue ruler, inserted into the nun's mouth, intently observing the markings.

Liu Jinmo noticed Mei Xiaoying, then shushed her and pulled her aside.

"What's wrong, nun?" Mei Xiaoying asked in surprise. Liu Jinmo recounted how

, the previous night, after Mei Xiaoying carried the old ancestor away, the strange, Cantonese-speaking, bound-footed old woman attacked the nun and kidnapped Mingyue, also known as Yi Qing. The nun was "absent-minded," and Han Sheng was using the green-haired fish to treat her; they were now at a critical juncture.

"A green-haired fish?" Mei Xiaoying only thought the fish looked strange; she hadn't expected it to have other uses in Han Sheng's hands.

"Alright." Han Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, gently placing the released twin fish back into the bucket, and turned to greet Granny Xiao Ying.

"Han Sheng, Junior Sister, she..." Wu Daoming asked anxiously.

"The twin fish absorbed Manager Wang's biomagnetic field. The Yin-Yang Ruler can measure ghost energy and life energy, and is very sensitive to the waxing and waning of Yin and Yang energies. Mr. Wu, please keep an eye on

the scale and let me know as needed," Han Sheng explained and instructed. "Okay," Wu Daoming replied, then stared wide-eyed at the blue ruler.

"What kind of ruler is this?" Granny Xiao Ying asked curiously.

Han Sheng smiled and said, "It's an ancient feng shui Yin-Yang ruler passed down from my ancestors. I used it to cure Mingyue's ghost poison in Jiangxi."

Granny Xiao Ying sighed, thoughtfully saying, "Sometimes things in this world are really strange."

"Granny, judging from your appearance, has something happened?" Han Sheng asked with concern.

Grandma Xiaoying hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I saw the wooden plaque of 'Tianmen Inn' fall to the ground."

"Yes, last night when Monk Yang Gong left the inn, I heard the plaque fall to the ground," Han Sheng replied.

"I went out to check, and strangely enough, someone spat a large, yellowish-green phlegm on the plaque," Liu Jinmo said, frowning.

Mei Xiaoying laughed, "How disgusting!"

"These old customers from Guandong have an unusual relationship with Monk Yang Gong. Last night I heard him come out of the east room," Liu Jinmo recalled.

"Old customers from Guandong? What do they all look like?" Xiaoying asked in surprise.

Liu Jinmo described the appearance of Boss Qian and the others in detail.

"That's right, it's them," Mei Xiaoying said confidently.

Liu Jinmo was an old hand in the world and knew that Mei Xiaoying was in trouble. He had long seen that those old customers from Guandong had an evil aura about them, just as he had in his youth.

Liu Jinmo and Han Sheng pulled Mei Xiaoying into the courtyard.

Xiaoying sighed and recounted to them in detail her encounter with the old man from Guandong while gathering herbs in the forest, how he brought her back to the stilted house and exchanged her for wine, and her subsequent visit to the Ghost Valley Cave to see the old man from Xiangxi.

"Those giant white rats ate the young man from Guandong named 'Sixth Brother'?" Hansheng asked in surprise.

Xiaoying's grandmother nodded, still shaken.

Liu Jinmo pondered for a moment and said, "These people from Guandong are after the Wild Blessing Treasure."

"The Wild Blessing Treasure?" Hansheng asked, puzzled.

Liu Jinmo nodded and said, "After Li Zicheng's defeat and breakout, he took all the gold and silver treasures confiscated from the Ming Dynasty's treasury with him, and their whereabouts have remained unknown ever since. Successive Qing dynasties searched for them, but to no avail. It is said that Li Zicheng's general, Li Guo, used thirty large ships to sail up the Li River to the Tianmen Mountain area in western Hunan. Later, he became the abbot of Tianmen Mountain Temple, taking the Dharma name 'Ye Fu.' For three hundred years, people have frequently come to Tianmen Mountain to search for treasure, but they have either returned empty-handed or disappeared without a trace." News.

A few days ago, when I was drinking with my ancestor in a Diaojiaolou, I found a wine jar with the word "Ye Fu" written on it. I suspected that my ancestor was related to the treasure. Today, after listening to my aunt's explanation, I realized that this wine originally came from Guigu Cave. At that time, Ye Fu also lived in seclusion in Guigu Cave, studying the martial arts on the stone wall. With the "Thirty-six Heavenly Measurement Rulers", he killed many masters sent by the Qing court, but no one survived. This shows that this martial arts is a peerless martial arts.

Han Sheng speculated curiously: "Is Ye Fu also naked?"

"Maybe so. It seems that this kind of martial arts needs to be practiced naked. It may be some kind of qigong." Liu Jinmo also said with no confidence.

"It turns out that there are so many secrets hidden in Guigu Cave." Han Sheng sighed.

Liu Jinmo continued: "So, I'm sure that Yefu's treasure is hidden in Guigu Cave." "

The autumn wind rustled, and everyone felt the slightest chill on their bodies.

"Are the old guests from Guandong still in the Diaojiaolou? Liu Jinmo asked.

“They’re with the Ancestor, waiting for my news,” Mei Xiaoying said.

Liu Jinmo pondered, “The Guandong follower hasn’t returned, and my aunt has been out for quite some time now. I’m worried the Ancestor might be in danger.”

“Oh dear, what should we do? I have to go back,” Mei Xiaoying said hurriedly.

“I’ll go with you,” Liu Jinmo said, glancing at Han Sheng.

Han Sheng nodded and said, “Then Mr. Liu, please accompany Grandma back.”

Liu Jinmo and Grandma Xiaoying walked away, and Han Sheng sighed inwardly. This trip had truly made him realize that the world was just as Uncle Shanren had said—the martial world was treacherous, and people’s hearts were unpredictable… “Han Sheng, come quick! There’s a red bloodline on the Yin-Yang Ruler!” Wu Daoming’s exclamation came from inside the house.

Han Sheng carefully examined the ruler. The *Qing Nang Jing* said that a Yin-Yang Ruler made of ebony could gather the spirit, and when the spirit gathered, the soul returned. When Mingyue was detoxified last time, because she was a corpse, a white line of corpse energy appeared, rising to the "Prosperity" mark on the Yin-Yang ruler, an auspicious mark of prosperity. Therefore, Mingyue was unharmed afterward.

The current nun is neither a corpse nor in a state of intermediate state, so the red blood energy line displayed on the Yin-Yang ruler is normal. That blood-red energy line continued to rise slowly, passing through the three marks of wealth, illness, and separation, finally settling steadily on "Righteousness"... Han Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and said to Wu Daoming, "The nun is alright. It's rare that Mr. Wu's kindness moved heaven and earth. Don't worry, she'll wake up soon."

Sure enough, as they spoke, the nun slowly woke up, looking around and saying, "What happened? I feel like I had a nightmare."

Wu Daoming was overjoyed and cried, grabbing the nun's hand and saying, "Junior sister, you've finally woken up! You scared me to death!"

Everyone relaxed, letting the two of them whisper among themselves.

Can'er sat up and asked Ma Du and Zhu Biao if they had any food. Han Sheng checked their pulses and saw that they were young and strong, and had recovered very well.

"Yes, everyone is hungry. Let's start a fire and cook. Next, we need to help Zhu Biao find Shen Caihua and her child," Han Sheng said.

Zhu Biao happily ran to the kitchen to start cooking.

"Where's Mingyue?" Can'er asked, his face showing pain.

Han Sheng's heart sank. After a moment of thought, he said, "Can'er, since the old woman with bound feet was willing to take Mingyue away, she certainly won't harm her. Now we need to find out the old woman's background before we can try to rescue Mingyue."

"'Hong Kong's Flower' old scheming woman took Mingyue back to Hong Kong," the nun suddenly said from the side.

"Junior sister, you mean..." Wu Daoming asked in confusion.

The nun said solemnly, "The old woman with bound feet calls herself 'Old Yin Granny,' and people in Lingnan call her 'The Flower of Hong Kong.' She keeps saying she must take Mingyue to Hong Kong."

"But does she know that Mingyue is a transformed Qing?" Hansheng asked cautiously.

The nun thought for a moment and affirmed, "She knows Mingyue's identity as a corpse."

"'The Flower of Hong Kong'? I've heard of such a person in the underworld, but she hasn't shown her face in years. Could she have come to the Central Plains?" Wu Daoming pondered.

"That old woman has a genuine Cantonese accent," the shopkeeper, sitting at the foot of the bed, added.

"Hong Kong..." Can'er murmured. He had heard of it; it was a very faraway place, and it hadn't been liberated yet.

Hansheng looked at Wu Daoming and said, "Mr. Wu, you're from Hong Kong, and now that the nun has recovered, what are your plans next?"

Wu Daoming was an extremely intelligent man; how could he not understand Hansheng's meaning?

He said, “Hansheng, don’t worry. My junior sister and I were planning to return to Hong Kong to live out our retirement peacefully. We’ll leave Mingyue’s matter to Wu. Once we find that old hag, Wu will go to the Hong Kong police station and accuse her of human trafficking. In the next few days, we’ll find Shen Caihua for you, then return to Jiangxi to kill that corrupt official surnamed Huang and avenge the poisoning. After that, we’ll return to Hong Kong to investigate Mingyue’s whereabouts.”

Hansheng sighed and slowly said, “Evil will be punished. That Huang family father and son have committed many evils and will surely be punished. However, if you kill them, the government will keep you on the run. Even if you escape to Hong Kong, you’ll never be able to return to the Central Plains in your lifetime. Think about it for your master’s sake. Is it worth it? I think we should all work together to find Shen Caihua and her son as soon as possible, and then you and your master should go to Hong Kong and do everything you can to rescue Mingyue.”

“But Mingyue doesn’t have much time left,” Can’er interrupted anxiously.

Han Sheng said, "The old hag took a jar of 'eunuch's mushroom' from the hill. According to Boss Qian from Guandong, a few drops of the ghost corpse mushroom can bring a person in a trance back to life. I think the potency of the 'eunuch's mushroom' might be far greater, so the old hag must have a way to revive Mingyue."

Can'er nodded.

"Wait..." Han Sheng suddenly thought of something, pondered for a moment, and said, "Oh, so Boss Qian from Guandong, Old Monk Yang, and the old hag are all in cahoots..." Han Sheng suddenly realized.

Chapter 131

"Hmm, their origins are indeed very strange. The old customer comes from Guandong, Old Monk Yang has always been local, and the old hag speaks Cantonese. On the surface, they seem to be completely unrelated, but the 'ghost corpse mushroom' connects them." Ma Du analyzed.

Manager Tie said, "What are they doing here?" He actually knew very well that these people were also a group of treasure hunters.

"The Wild Blessing Treasure... their target is the Wild Blessing Treasure," Han Sheng said.

Manager Tie was secretly delighted. Han Sheng had finally mentioned the Wild Blessing Treasure! All his hard work, including losing an ear, was for this!

"What Wild Blessing Treasure?" Manager Tie asked knowingly.

Han Sheng, lacking experience in the ways of the world, was honest and answered every question.

"The Wild Blessing Treasure is the gold and silver treasures that Li Zicheng took from the imperial treasury when he was defeated. It's said that his general Li Guo buried it on Tianmen Mountain, and Li Guo became the abbot of Tianmen Mountain Temple, taking the Dharma name 'Wild Blessing'," Han Sheng explained.

"Where is the Wild Blessing Treasure buried?" Manager Tie asked cautiously, suppressing his nervousness and excitement.

"Ghost Valley Cave," Han Sheng said without suspicion.

Ghost Valley Cave, so that's where the treasure was! The blacksmith finally felt a weight lifted from his heart. He gave his apprentice a wink, and the two went outside.

"Go back immediately and organize ten absolutely reliable men, two horses each. Purchase some equipment, mainly diving gear, wooden crates, flashlights and gas lamps, some disinfectant and anti-inflammatory medicines, and most importantly, get a few pistols. Didn't you see? That Zhu Biao has no martial arts skills, but with just an oar, he can defeat any martial arts master. Who knows how powerful that old man from Xiangxi's unorthodox skills are? Anyway, he'll be shot first, and no matter how high his martial arts are, he won't be able to use them. Understand? Go quickly and come back quickly," the blacksmith whispered in his ear.

The blacksmith's apprentice nodded in agreement, turned around, mounted his horse, and rode back to Huang Gou Ya.

The blacksmith told Han Sheng that there was something at the shop that he needed his apprentice to handle.

Han Sheng and Wu Daoming discussed how to find Shen Caihua and her child while eating.

Wu Daoming thought for a moment and said, "The Yin Corpse doesn't think like a normal person. It has lost its language function and therefore cannot speak. Instead, it is driven by the residual information in its own mind, acting instinctively. Now, it has tracked Shen Caihua's biological information and taken him away. I speculate that she will return to Jiangxi, because her remaining memories are all in Nanshan Town, Wuyuan. So, she most likely went back to Nanshan Town."

Han Sheng agreed with Wu Daoming's reasoning.

"Can'er, we can take you home first," Han Sheng said to him.

Can'er blushed and lowered his head, saying, "I want to go with you, is that alright?"

Han Sheng understood that Can'er was deeply in love with Mingyue, but Mingyue remained devoted to Huang Jianguo. It seemed that Can'er would only end up with unrequited love, which was too cruel for Can'er, who had risked his life to save Mingyue.

Han Sheng couldn't bear to reveal the truth, so he could only nod and take things one step at a time.

He and Lan'er were much luckier; after all, they loved each other. Although their love wasn't as passionate as Wu Daoming and the nun's, it was a quiet, steady, and fulfilling relationship.

He sighed deeply, "How easy is it for lovers to finally be together?"

Zhu Biao stood in the kitchen, his eyes moist. He took out his dog-branded musket, gently wiping it, and murmured, "Caihua, it's all my fault for being too weak before, for failing to protect you, for letting you die unjustly. Now your Zhu Biao is different. Even martial arts masters in the Jianghu will give me a wide berth. So, from now on, you and Caihua will no longer have to hide. I, Zhu Biao, will protect you both."

The autumn wind blew, and the mountain path was covered with withered leaves, desolate and forlorn.

Liu Jinmo and his aunt Mei Xiaoying hurried up Tianmen Mountain, passing through the primeval forest below the ridge, and arrived at the stilted house.

The patriarch wasn't upstairs; a note had been left on her table with her handwritten message saying she had gone to Tianmen Mountain Temple and that if Xiaoying saw the note, she should also go to the temple to find her.

"It's the old monk Yang Gong. Will the patriarch be in danger?" Xiaoying asked anxiously.

Liu Jinmo said, "I think Yang Gong knows the patriarch is pregnant with his child. Even tigers don't eat their cubs, so she should be fine. But if you go to the temple, I'm worried that my aunt might be in danger." Mei Xiaoying said

, "Things must be resolved. I still need to go to the temple."

"Alright then, I'll accompany my aunt. But once we get there, I'll hide by your side and only appear if there's danger. That way, we can catch you off guard and have a better chance of success," Liu Jinmo said.

The two left the stilted house, turned around the small mountain pass, and hurried towards Tianmen Mountain Temple.

In their haste, no one noticed that deep in the woods, in a mountain hollow, beneath a large tree, a white horse was tethered. A naked infant, its bottom exposed, dangled from the horse's neck, its hands gripping the horse's long mane, its teeth biting into a vein in the neck, sucking blood. Bright red blood seeped from its teeth, dripping onto the withered grass… Shen Caihua stood by, watching with a smile.

Since the night before last, when Caihua and her son had successfully attacked Genqi and Kunba, they had fled into the primeval forest, hiding in a hollow of a towering banyan tree for two or three days, afraid to emerge again from the fear of encountering the vicious old monk. Several nights ago, on the cliffs of Guigu Cave on Tianmen Mountain, after biting Tie Zhanggui and Ma Du, Shen Caihua and her son fled into this vast forest, reaching the vicinity of Tianmen Mountain Temple on the mountaintop, where they unexpectedly encountered the old monk Yang Gong.

The old monk Yang Gong immediately recognized them as a mother and child, both spirits in the Yin realm. Overjoyed, he had never encountered a spirit in the Yin realm since arriving in the Central Plains. He then used his old Guandong shamanistic corpse-catching technique to easily capture the mother and child. In particular, the spit from Yang Gong swelled half of Shen Caihua's face.

However, he overlooked the fact that Shen Caihua was not a small spirit in the Yin realm, but a mutated human-ghost fetus. The demon-binding talisman had no effect on him. When the opportunity arose, Shen Caihua attacked Shen Caihua's unpreparedness, leading to the events of the previous night and finally escaping the old monk Yang Gong's control.

After hiding in the tree hollow for two or three days, Shen Caihua sensed that little Caihua was extremely hungry. Instinct drove her to come out and find food for her child. She carried Caihua across the mountain ridge and found Nika's white horse in the woods in the valley.

Little Caihua leaped from his mother's arms and pounced on the white horse's neck. Finding a warm vein, he bit it open and gulped down the blood. Even though it was a vein, his little belly soon swelled up, and finally, unable to drink any more, he released his grip and fell to the ground.

"How dare you! Who dares bite my white horse?" A girl in white leaped from the stilted house, ethereal and graceful, appearing instantly.

But no one answered her… Little Caihua, naked, struggled to his feet but failed; his belly was too swollen. He sat down, his dark pupils dilating, his expression serious.

Shen Caihua simply gazed at the child with a happy smile.

The girl in white, Nika, was stunned. She looked at Shen Caihua, then at the baby on the ground, unsure how to handle this bizarre situation.

Finally, Nika reached the white horse first and saw that blood was still slowly seeping from its neck. Fortunately, the blood vessel had only been bitten open and not severed. She looked around and spotted a blooming white camellia on a cliff not far away. She leaped forward and picked a few blossoms. Nika was originally a "Fallen Flower Cave Girl" from Miao territory and was familiar with Miao medicine. White camellias were very effective at stopping bleeding. Miao people would pick a white camellia and apply it to any external injury to stop the bleeding and reduce inflammation.

She chewed the camellias and applied them to the white horse's neck. Sure enough, the bleeding stopped in a short while.

Nika had a mission to complete and didn't want to linger here, especially since the mother and daughter both seemed like madmen. After thinking for a moment, she led the white horse and followed Liu Jinmo and Mei Xiaoying up Tianmen Mountain Temple.

Chapter 132

Night fell, and the moon rose early over the eastern mountain, making Tianmen Mountain Temple cool and serene.

Beneath the temple pagoda, beside the Lingquan Well, Xunwu had already placed a jar of wine and three wine cups on the stone table. The wine contained a sufficient amount of "Old Sow Grunting" and Yang Gong's secret "Yang Gong Powder," mixed in a 2:1 ratio.

"Yang Gong Powder" was the old monk Yang Gong's unique elixir. In Guandong, the coldest days were in the twelfth lunar month, as the saying goes, "On the seventh and eighth days of the twelfth lunar month, your chin will freeze off." On the coldest day of the eighth lunar month, the phlegm in a person's throat was at its stickiest, yellowish-green, sometimes with fine streaks of blood, and its toxicity was at its peak.

Human oral and throat secretions are among the most toxic of all animal secretions. If a cat or dog bites you, the wound heals quickly, and unless it's a rabid dog, no medicine is needed. However, if someone else bites you, the flesh will rot, because the more diverse the food humans eat, the more toxic their oral secretions become. Of all the phlegm produced at noon on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, it is considered the most toxic.

The old monk Yang Gong, now over a hundred years old, has consumed countless human brains throughout his life, and thus his phlegm contains hallucinogenic substances—a discovery he made by chance years ago. On that occasion, during a confrontation with a gang leader from Fujian, he spat a mouthful of phlegm directly into the man's mouth. The gang leader immediately hallucinated, mistaking Yang Gong for a close confidant, revealing many secrets. That day was the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Yang Gong, possessing exceptional martial arts talent, immediately recognized the importance of this discovery of "Laba phlegm." Through tireless effort, he finally developed his own unique hallucinogenic drug, named "Laba Phlegm." Later, as his reputation in Guandong grew, he gradually felt that the name "Laba Phlegm" was not very elegant, so he changed it to "Yang Gong Powder."

Now, the old monk Yang Gong and the patriarch sat at the stone table, waiting for Mei Xiaoying's arrival. Yang Gong thought that Mei Xiaoying would definitely come after seeing the patriarch's message.

Tonight, he would not only pry open Xiaoying's mouth to reveal the secrets of Guigu Cave and the old man of Xiangxi, but he would also use his yin-yang energy to replenish Xiaoying's yang. Thinking of this, the old monk Yang Gong smiled happily.

The cool moonlight shone on the Tianmen Mountain Temple Pagoda, casting a faint shadow. The ancient temple's ruins lay quietly under the moonlight for a very long time.

In front of the ancient temple gate, a person walked in. The moonlight was like water, and the person was as before.

"Xiaoying, you've finally come," the old monk Yang Gong said affectionately.

Mei Xiaoying walked straight forward, glared at the old monk Yang Gong, and turned to ask the patriarch, "Patriarch, why are you here again? For the sake of the child in your womb, you must abstain from alcohol."

The old monk Yang Gong also said to the patriarch, "Yes, Xiaoying is right, you should abstain from alcohol. Come, let me see how our son is." He then took the patriarch's hand and calmly took his pulse, a sight that piqued Xiaoying's curiosity.

Those with extremely high levels of martial arts skills often share similar medical knowledge; the two complement each other.

"Strange, it seems like she's about to give birth in the next few days," the old monk Yang Gong said, frowning.

The old ancestor worriedly said, "No way, it's only seven months along."

The old monk Yang Gong thought for a moment and said, "There's a saying in Guandong, 'Seven months to live, eight months to die.' A seven-month fetus can live, but an eight-month fetus won't. That's not what I'm worried about."

The old ancestor said, "Then what are you worried about?"

The old monk Yang Gong muttered, "Yin is declining while Yang is dominating. Last time I took his pulse, it was a boy, not bad..."

The old ancestor looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Strange, the fetus's sex is changing! Old ancestor, he's changing from Yang to Yin, and will eventually become a girl," the old monk Yang Gong said anxiously.

"It doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl, it's just that being born at a hundred years old feels awkward, like an old witch," the old ancestor said.

The old monk Yang Gong remained silent, his worries were far more complex.

He had already drained the old ancestor's Yin essence, and the fetus was originally pure Yang with no Yin. The male infant born would likely be strange, with an imbalance of Yin and Yang, hairless, red-skinned, yellow-eyed, with a deformed penis and precocious puberty—in short, a freak.

Now, this infant is emitting yin energy, which is quite strange.

"Hey, Master Yang, since the Ancestor is about to give birth, why are you still letting her drink?" Mei Xiaoying said unhappily.

Master Yang smiled slightly and said, "Xiaoying, why don't you drink for her?"

"I have no interest in drinking," Xiaoying said coldly.

The Ancestor, drooling, said, "I want to drink! This is Lingchuan Imperial Wine from the 25th year of the Daoguang Emperor's reign."

"Sigh," Xiaoying sighed and said, "Ancestor, let me drink for you."

Master Yang laughed heartily, "Xiaoying, you're indeed straightforward, worthy of being the Ancestor's confidante." He winked at Xun Wu, who stepped forward, filled two cups of wine, one for his master, and the other respectfully presented to Mei Xiaoying.

Master Yang picked up the cup and said, "Xiaoying, this is the first time we've drunk together, so you must drink it all in one gulp."

Mei Xiaoying didn't answer, raising the cup to her lips.

Suddenly, with a "pfft," the old monk Yang Gong spat a mouthful of sticky phlegm onto the seven-story brick pagoda of Tianmen Mountain Temple beside him... At the same time, a whooshing sound came from the air, and a steel fingernail shot down from the pagoda, striking the wine cup in Mei Xiaoying's hand. With a "crack," the wine cup shattered, and wine flew everywhere.

Liu Jinmo, who was hidden on the brick pagoda, heard the crisp spitting sound from the old monk Yang Gong, and then saw a liquid-like object, reflecting the moonlight, flying towards his face. He immediately remembered the phlegm stain on the plaque of Tianmen Inn. It was the old monk Yang Gong who did it!

Startled, he simply fell backward to avoid the phlegm. As he turned in mid-air, he fired a fingernail, shattering the wine cup in Xiaoying's hand, and finally landed on his feet, looking slightly disheveled.

"So it's Liu Jinmo from Qingtian. Your skills are indeed extraordinary." The old monk Yang Gong recognized the person and praised him. Just now, he didn't know whether the person on the pagoda was friend or foe, so he only used half of his strength.

Liu Jinmo smiled faintly and said, "I've been in the martial world for decades, and this is the first time I've seen such a hidden weapon. It's truly an eye-opener."

The old monk Yang Gong, with his keen hearing, found no other ambushes in the surrounding silence. His greatest fear was the unknown Zhu Biao, and it seemed that tonight, Liu Jinmo from Qingtian was the only uninvited guest.

"Since you've come to the temple, guest from Qingtian, how about we have a couple of drinks?" The old monk Yang Gong didn't rise.

Upon seeing Liu Jinmo's arrival, the patriarch's spirits were immediately piqued, and he eagerly said, "Mr. Liu, your arrival is truly wonderful! I have some Daoguang 25th year Guandong Tongsheng Jinlingchuan Imperial Wine here. It would be most fitting for a master drinker like you to taste it."

The old monk Yang Gong thought to himself, "It would be ideal if Liu Jinmo could drink this wine. From him, I can learn the true situation of Han Sheng and his group, especially about Zhu Biao. Just how high is his martial arts skill? Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory."

Thinking of this, the old monk Yang Gong personally filled the empty cup beside him and handed it to Liu Jinmo, saying, "This wine is over 150 years old. It was bestowed upon Lin Zexu by Emperor Daoguang, but unfortunately he was not fortunate enough to enjoy it, which benefited us. Mr. Liu, why don't you give it a try?"

The old monk sat beside him, his eyes filled with fervent expectation.

Liu Jinmo said calmly, "I can taste the wine, but there are a few things I don't quite understand. I hope Master Yang Gong can enlighten me."

The old monk Yang Gong readily agreed, "Go ahead."

Liu Jinmo asked, "Judging from your accent, Master Yang Gong, when did you come to Tianmen Mountain Temple to become a monk?"

"Ten years ago," the old monk Yang Gong replied.

Liu Jinmo then asked, "'Hong Kong Flower' Old Yin Po, is she a Cantonese old woman with bound feet? Does Master Yang Gong remember her?" The

old monk Yang Gong glanced at the old monk and said frankly, "Of course, she was my wife ten years ago."

Everyone was taken aback.

"You said she was your wife!" the old monk said urgently, his face flushed.

“They’re divorced,” the old monk Yang Gong said calmly.

Liu Jinmo said calmly, “She came here the day before yesterday and kidnapped one of our people.”

The old monk Yang Gong asked in surprise, “Such a thing happened? Who did she kidnap?”

Liu Jinmo looked at him, perhaps the old monk Yang Gong really didn’t know, “A girl,” he said.

"Oh, that old hag is extremely strange. When she's happy, she'll take a girl as her apprentice; when she's unhappy, she might eat her. Many years ago, she had twelve beautiful female apprentices, but she slowly ate them all up," the old monk Yang Gong said regretfully.

"Where is she now?" Liu Jinmo asked.

The old monk Yang Gong glanced at Liu Jinmo and said, "Kowloon Walled City, Hong Kong."

The old ancestor, feeling annoyed, grabbed the old monk Yang Gong's cup of wine from the stone table and drank it all in one gulp. Yang Gong noticed but didn't stop him, lest Liu Jinmo become suspicious.

"Mr. Liu, I've answered all your questions truthfully. You can start tasting the wine now." The old monk Yang Gong took the empty cup from the old ancestor, filled it, and quickly tricked Liu Jinmo into drinking it, otherwise the old ancestor would soon reveal his true colors.

Liu Jinmo wanted to ask the old monk Yang Gong about the Wild Blessed Treasure, but that would easily arouse his suspicion. If they were to actually fight, he feared he would be no match for him. Besides, he had never bothered with treasure hunting, and Han Sheng wouldn't be interested either. He already knew Mingyue's whereabouts and estimated she was safe for the time being, which put Han Sheng at ease.

Was the wine poisoned? He had suspected there might be something wrong with the wine on the tower, which was why he had stopped his aunt Xiaoying. Now that the Ancestor had already drunk a cup, and since she carried the blood of the old monk Yang Gong, Yang Gong hadn't stopped her, it seemed he had been overthinking things.

Liu Jinmo picked up his wine cup and smiled, "I, Liu, am also a connoisseur of wine. Since this is a fine brew from the Daoguang era, how can I not drink it?"

The old monk Yang Gong smiled and drank it all in one gulp.

"Yang Gong San" is a product made from his own "Laba phlegm," which he is already immune to. "Old Sow Grunting" only works on those with a yin constitution; for men, it merely increases libido slightly, causing no harm. The key is that "Yang Gong San" can produce hallucinogenic effects, inducing them to reveal their hidden secrets.

The moonlight was cool, the stars few. Behind the ruins not far away, Nika silently watched everything. Her task was to monitor Yang Gong and his group, to discover the intentions and purposes of the Guandong travelers; the current situation was irrelevant to her. Her lung capacity was only one-tenth of a normal person's, so Yang Gong hadn't yet noticed her spying.

Liu Jinmo first sniffed the wine, clearly sensing a sour, nauseating smell. His first thought was that the wine might have been spoiled, and he frowned.

Yang Gong noticed this and thought to himself that it needed improvement in the future, removing the unpleasant smell and increasing its purity.

Liu Jinmo pondered. If there was poison in the wine, with the old monk Yang Gong's martial arts skills, it would be impossible to make it so obvious. Modern poisons are completely colorless and odorless.

Liu Jinmo drank the wine in one gulp.

Chapter 133:

At dusk, a chill rose from the mountain valley. Shen Caihua, tired from playing on the grass, yawned repeatedly. Shen Caihua walked over, picked up the round-bellied little Caihua, and held him in her arms. She looked around, then walked into the forest. Her instincts drove her to find the tree hollow where she had been resting for the past two days. She crossed the mountain ridge and entered the dark, primeval forest.

The moon rose, and a misty haze covered the calm Moon Lake, a desolate scene all around.

Just then, with a splash, a white figure leaped out of the water. His movements were incredibly graceful, like a celestial being, landing lightly on the shore. He had long silver hair, white eyebrows and beard, and long, curly white hair covering his knees. This was the mysterious old man from Xiangxi in the Ghost Valley Cave.

During the day, after the giant rock rats in the Ghost Valley Cave had devoured the young man from Northeast China, he had become increasingly restless. Although he had sent Nika to protect Xiaoying, he was still uneasy.

Nika was a "Falling Flower Cave Maiden" from Miao territory. All the Falling Flower Cave Maidens in Miao territory called themselves Master because he was the "Apu Laosi" of Xiangxi, the most mysterious black sorcerer in Miao territory, and the Han people called him "Old Man of Xiangxi."

The Falling Flower Cave Maidens were once one of the "Three Evils of Xiangxi," but their numbers dwindled after liberation, and now only Nika remained in the entire Xiangxi region. Nika arrived at Tianmen Mountain a year ago, but after failing to find Master Apu, she died in the woods by Moon Lake. Master Apu took her semi-dead body into Ghost Valley Cave and used Miao black magic to turn it into a waking corpse. Waking corpses can think and act like normal people, can learn martial arts, do not need sleep day or night, have extremely small lung capacity, and can also revert to normal like flesh corpses, such as Xiaoying. However, the old man from Xiangxi is unwilling to do this; he needs an assistant to manage affairs outside the cave, and that is Nika.

Now that Xiaoying has encountered a powerful enemy, Nika may not be able to handle it alone. Therefore, tonight, the old man from Xiangxi must personally go and secretly protect Xiaoying and Nika.

The old man from Xiangxi identified the direction and silently headed towards the stilted house where Xiaoying lived.

The stilted house was pitch black and silent. The old man sneaked upstairs and found the note left by the ancestor for Xiaoying.

"Tianmen Mountain Temple," the old man from Xiangxi muttered to himself.

Liu Jinmo downed a cup of wine and immediately felt nauseous. Why did this wine taste so strange?

"How is it? Is the taste acceptable?" the old monk Yang Gong said with a sinister smile.

Liu Jinmo frowned and said, "This wine tastes terrible. It doesn't seem like a century-old treasure. And why does it smell like pig offal?"

The old monk Yang Gong laughed and said, "Why do people like wine? Even the same wine, everyone can taste it differently, depending on the person and the time. Xiaoying, you should have a cup too, and see how it differs from Mr. Liu's." He then poured a full cup and handed it to Xiaoying.

"Auntie, don't drink it. This wine tastes very foul," Liu Jinmo said, reaching out to stop him.

Mei Xiaoying had never been interested in drinking, so she said, "Old Monk Yang, I despise drinking. If you'd like to drink, I'll go with you, Old Ancestor."

Under the moonlight, the Old Ancestor's already dark red skin had turned a deep liver color, his eyes bloodshot but brighter than usual. His nostrils flared, exhaling hot breath, and one hand had begun unbuttoning his clothes.

"I'm not going anywhere, not anywhere," the Old Ancestor mumbled, his eyes seemingly wandering aimlessly. Old

Monk Yang, hearing Liu Jinmo call Xiaoying "Master Aunt," was greatly puzzled and hurriedly asked, "Xiaoying, why does Liu Jinmo of Qingtian address you as Master Aunt?"

Mei Xiaoying replied, "He's my brother's disciple."

Old Monk Yang thought to himself, "No wonder this Liu Jinmo of Qingtian protects Mei Xiaoying so much; it turns out there's this connection."

At that moment, the old ancestor suddenly and silently reached for the old monk Yang Gong's groin, muttering, "I want...it."

Her yin palm, silent and forceful, under the intense stimulation of the "snorting of the old sow," grabbed down without restraint. Yang Gong was talking to Mei Xiaoying when he suddenly felt an extremely soft, yin-like palm wind approaching his lower body. He thought to himself, "Not good!" and reacted immediately. Without changing his sitting posture, he floated sideways, dodging the grab.

The old ancestor's missed attack only fueled her uncontrollable urge. She brought her hands to her chest, forming tiger claws, arched her back, and stuck her buttocks up, preparing to pounce on the old monk Yang Gong.

Mei Xiaoying was utterly astonished, staring dumbfounded at the old ancestor, at a loss for what to do.

The old monk Yang Gong knew the drug had taken effect and he could no longer conceal it. This old ancestor was truly more trouble than he was worth.

"I want one too." A metallic, piercing voice came from behind. Startled, the old monk Yang Gong turned around and saw Liu Jinmo, his face flushed and nostrils flaring, gazing at him with deep affection... The old monk Yang Gong was greatly surprised.

How could this be? "Old Sow Grunting" only works on yin, that is, on women... Little did he know that Liu Jinmo had been trained by Mei Yiying, the top eunuch in the Qing Palace, since childhood, mastering extremely yin martial arts. If he were to castrate himself, his martial arts skills would be invincible. More than a month ago, although Han Sheng cured his chronic yin poisoning disease with human placenta extract and a Buddhist robe, his extremely yin constitution remained unchanged. Now, stimulated by the miraculous medicine "Old Sow Grunting" from Guandong, his original strong maternal love transformed into a burning sexual desire for the old monk Yang Gong, to the point that his mind went blank, and the effects of "Yang Gong Powder" were completely suppressed.

As the old monk Yang Gong stared in disbelief, the patriarch pounced like a tiger, grabbing Yang Gong's robes and tearing them apart to reveal Yang Gong's muscular chest. He then bared his teeth and ripped off a large tuft of black chest hair, leaving it bloody.

Xun Wu, standing nearby, beat his chest in regret, realizing he had overdone the dosage of the aphrodisiac.

Mei Xiaoying was completely dumbfounded, staring blankly, utterly bewildered. The

old monk Yang Gong cried out in pain, jolting the patriarch away and leaping backward, only to bump into Liu Jinmo, who was smiling and offering him a kiss… Nika, secretly hiding behind the broken wall, was even more astonished; the sudden chaos left her speechless.

But at that moment, a baby's cry suddenly rang out... Everyone was startled and looked closely. The baby's cry was coming from the ancestor's lower body, and a warm, bloody smell filled the air. The ancestor had given birth. The

ancestor, who had been so frenzied, suddenly quieted down. She loosened her belt and pulled a blood-soaked baby from her crotch... Mei Xiaoying suddenly realized what was happening and rushed forward to help the ancestor. She bent down and bit off the baby's umbilical cord with her teeth. "It's a girl," she whispered.

Liu Jinmo, shocked and jolted, suddenly became clear-headed and was surprised to find himself holding the hideous old monk Yang Gong in his arms.

The old monk Yang Gong stepped forward, his trembling hands cradling the baby, gazing at it with loving tenderness. This was his first child.

He knew in his heart that the ancestor had been stimulated by the aphrodisiac, and the child had been born prematurely.

He walked to the Spirit Spring Well, bent down, and gently placed the baby into the water to wash away the bloodstains. The tiny green fish floated to the surface, rubbing against the baby's warm skin and swimming happily.

Liu Jinmo now fully understood that the wine had been laced with a potent aphrodisiac, and even he had fallen for it.

Soon, the baby nestled in the ancestor's arms, suckling contentedly, and everything finally returned to calm.

Behind the ruins of Tianmen Mountain Temple lay a dense primeval forest, where sparse moonlight filtered in, creating a dappled effect. Under a thick banyan tree, there was a large tree hollow, where Shen Caihua and Xiao Caihua hid and lived.

A faint, familiar scent drifted into the forest—the scent of the amniotic sac that had accompanied Xiao Caihua's development, making him feel safe and warm. He slowly opened his eyes, sniffed the air, and then quietly crawled out, leaping out of the tree hollow with a "whoosh," and then hopping and bounding out of the woods.

Xun Wu was the first to discover Shen Caihua, who was urinating nearby.

In the moonlight, he saw the naked little Caihua hopping towards the brick tower, unaware of his presence.

Xun Wu crept after him, and upon reaching him, without a word, leaped up, unleashing a powerful Guandong Liuhe Qinna technique aimed at the back of Caihua's neck.

The ghost infant Shen Caihua, now seasoned in the martial world, reacted with lightning speed. Sensing the unusual airflow at the back of his neck, he immediately lay down, rolled over, and bit him. Xun Wu, the most skilled of the eight brothers, a true disciple of the old monk Yang Gong, had been careless. He hadn't anticipated that a tiny infant would retaliate, and with such swiftness and ruthlessness. When he imprisoned the Yin Shi mother and child, he hadn't even noticed that the child had teeth.

As the saying goes, "carelessness leads to defeat," Xun Wu felt a sharp pain as the baby bit his little finger, severing the thinnest joint of his finger with the baby's sharp teeth.

"Ah!" Xun Wu roared in pain, raising his left palm and slamming it down with all his might... Facing such a deadly blow from a martial arts master, Xiao Caihua had no chance to dodge. His dark pupils were still adjusting their focus when the palm, accompanied by a whooshing sound, landed.

With a "whoosh," a steel fingernail pierced through the air, embedding itself in the tendon extending from Xun Wu's left elbow. Xun Wu's entire arm immediately drooped down, and the force of the palm swept across Shen Caihua's chest, leaving five faint red finger marks.

Liu Jinmo heard Xun Wu's furious shout and saw him about to kill Shen Caihua with a palm strike. At that moment, even if he aimed at Xun Wu's lung meridian points (Chize or Quchi), he wouldn't be able to stop the powerful blow. In a moment of urgency, Liu Jinmo didn't think twice. He flicked his finger, and the steel armor on his little finger shot out, targeting the numb tendons. His attack was swift and decisive, saving Xiao Caihua by a hair's breadth.

Xun Wu was startled and quickly looked up, recognizing it as Liu Jinmo from Qingtian.

While still in shock, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, followed by a sharp pain. Turning his head, he saw the female corpse biting his neck…

Chapter 134:

Xun Wu was the beloved disciple of the old monk Yang Gong and a top-tier martial arts expert. Although he had suffered two serious injuries due to repeated negligence, he remained calm under pressure. He struck Shen Caihua's vital point (Shanzhong) with a powerful backhand strike.

Unexpectedly, the corpse remained unmoved, still biting down. Only then did he realize that she was merely a corpse, her meridians completely ineffective.

A whooshing sound followed, and with a sharp crack, a spittle from the old monk Yang Gong struck Shen Caihua in the face. The powerful impact sent her flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

Xun Wu, clutching the wound on his neck, rushed forward, raising his foot to stomp down on the corpse's head.

A figure flashed before him; Liu Jinmo stepped in front, shielding Shen Caihua, and hissed, "Stop!"

Xun Wu took two steps back, turning to look at the old monk Yang Gong.

The old monk Yang Gong approached and said sternly, "Liu Jinmo of Qingtian, how dare you injure my disciple! You've gone too far! If it weren't for the fact that Xiaoying is your aunt, I would have been much more ruthless."

Liu Jinmo chuckled coldly, not replying, but looking down at Shen Caihua's injuries. He found that half of her face was swollen and she lay on the ground, staring at Liu Jinmo with terrified eyes, trembling all over.

Alas, this woman was already so unfortunate in life, and now even in death, she is still haunted by grief.

"This woman is Zhu Biao's wife. He traveled a long way specifically to find her," Liu Jinmo said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the old monk Yang Gong was secretly surprised. Zhu Biao had driven away the never-say-die old hag with one move. It was best for him to avoid trouble. After all, he had come for the Wild Beast Treasure and couldn't afford to make another powerful enemy.

Thinking of this, the old monk Yang Gong laughed and said, "Look, today is the day my Yang Gong is blessed with a newborn daughter. Let them be."

"Wah..." The continuous cries of a newborn baby came from below the tower.

The old ancestor tried desperately to shake and soothe the baby, but to no avail. The newborn continued to cry incessantly. Xiao Ying was also busy helping, but unfortunately, despite being a hundred years old, they knew nothing about caring for an infant.

Just as they were feeling helpless, the baby girl suddenly stopped crying, her tearful eyes widening, pupils dilating, as she peered down at the ground.

Standing naked on the ground was little Caihua, looking up at her, his bright red tongue licking his lips... Xiaoying exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, whose child is this? So cute!"

Liu Jinmo walked over and said, "His name is Shen Caihua, and the woman over there is his mother."

"Mommy," Shen Caihua called softly, looking at Liu Jinmo. Liu Jinmo felt

a surge of warmth in her heart; that strong current of maternal love filled her body again, and her eyes welled up with tears.

When the "Old Sow Grunting" drug took effect, Liu Jinmo broke out in a sweat, and the Buddhist robe substance she had absorbed evaporated. The ghost infant Shen Caihua had come out to search because of that familiar scent.

Liu Jinmo picked up little Caihua and said to Mei Xiaoying, "Auntie, let's go back." Then she walked to Shen Caihua, who was still terrified, and reached out to pull her up.

Shen Caihua glanced timidly at Liu Jinmo, then at the child in her arms, and tentatively stretched out her hands. Liu Jinmo sighed and reluctantly handed the ghost infant to Caihua.

The old monk Yanggong waved his hand and said, "You all go down the mountain."

The patriarch, holding the newborn girl, hesitated whether to leave.

"You go too. I'll come to visit you at the stilted house," the old monk Yanggong said.

Liu Jinmo, Mei Xiaoying, the patriarch and her daughter, and Shen Caihua and her daughter descended the mountain under the moonlight, leaving Tianmen Mountain Temple.

The old monk Yanggong remained silent for a long time, then raised his head and said, "Come out."

Two people hurried out of the dark, gloomy woods and came directly to the old monk Yanggong, respectfully bowing and saying, "Dui Er and Li San greet Master."

"Hmm, your master's wife dumped you two?" the old monk Yanggong asked.

Dui Er, his face flushed, said awkwardly, "Master, we..."

"No need to say anything, it's good that you're here. I'm short-handed right now. Kan Liu is trapped in Guigu Cave, his fate unknown. Gen Qi and Kun Ba are useless and have already been executed according to the sect rules. Let's plan carefully and attack Guigu Cave tomorrow." After saying this, the old monk Yang Gong took the lead and walked towards the secret chamber under the stone wall.

Dui Er, Li San, and Xun Wu nodded in acknowledgment and then followed quietly behind.

The moonlight was faint, the temple was empty, and the ruins of Tianmen Mountain Temple returned to tranquility.

Nika, dressed in white, got up from behind the ruins, quietly retreated and hid in the depths of the woods on the other side, found her white horse, jumped on its back, and headed towards Moon Lake.

On the canopy of a tall and lush old camphor tree, stood an old man from western Hunan, his body as white as snow, silently watching all of this.

The autumn wind rose, and the branches and leaves in the woods rustled.

A gentle breeze stirred, causing the old man from western Hunan to scatter his silver hair and ruffle his long, white hair. His expression was solemn and profound, like a majestic white marble sculpture in the cool moonlight.

"Then, I'll see you at Guigu Cave," he said softly.

He then leaped down from the treetop, his movements as graceful as a flying celestial being…

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