The Corpse Clothes in the Green Bag [Complete] - 15

Chapter 187

Han Sheng and his group of five were taken directly to Chung Ying Street in Sha Tau Kok, New Territories, by a police car from the Western District Police Station of Hong Kong. Chung Ying Street is very narrow, divided in the middle by the road. One side belongs to Hong Kong and flies the British Union Jack, while the other side is China. The houses on both sides are old-style bungalows.

They sat in a shop on the Hong Kong side to wait. There weren't many people on the street, but two Chinese soldiers could be seen patrolling back and forth, mainly to prevent anyone from crossing the border. After a while, a guide came into the shop and led them east along Chung Ying Street. After walking about 100 meters, they arrived at the Sha Tau Kok Border and Customs Checkpoint.

A customs officer was already waiting there. When he saw the guide leading Han Sheng and his group, he nodded and waved them through.

The guide led them directly onto a dilapidated bus, crossed Wutong Mountain, and arrived in Bao'an County. There were long-distance buses to Guangzhou from here. The guide watched until they were safely on the bus and drove away from the station before turning and leaving.

"It's easier for Hong Kong people to come here. The border is mainly to prevent mainlanders from running to Hong Kong; if you're caught, you'll be imprisoned," Liu Jinmo explained quietly to Hansheng.

After arriving in Guangzhou, they took a train to Nanchang the next day, and then a long-distance bus ride of nearly a day, finally arriving back in Nanshan Village at dusk.

Dr. Zhu and the Shanren family were overjoyed. They started a fire again to cook and arranged for their guests to stay. Benben was especially happy, pulling Hansheng's trouser leg towards the doghouse. Hansheng looked down into the doghouse and saw Heimei, heavily pregnant, sprawled out, sleeping.

"Ha, Benben wants me to deliver Heimei's baby? Cats are three months pregnant, dogs are four months pregnant, it's still a long way off," Hansheng said seriously to it.

Lan'er was humming a Shaanxi folk song in the kitchen, happily preparing dinner.

"Lan'er." Hansheng walked into the kitchen, holding a large red velvet box.

Lan'er excitedly opened the lid, revealing a large, sparkling emerald ring.

"Wow...so beautiful..." Lan'er's eyes glistened with joyful tears.

"See if it fits?" Han Sheng carefully put the dress on Lan'er's ring finger; the size was perfect.

Han Sheng led Lan'er to his room and said, "Tomorrow, I'll go with you to the county town to buy new clothes. Now we have money."

Han Sheng opened his suitcase, inside which were neatly arranged 190,000 RMB.

Lan'er was startled, looking at Han Sheng with questioning eyes: "Where did all this money come from?"

Han Sheng smiled and said, "I sold those few green stones."

"Han Sheng," his father and Wu Chushan walked in with smiles and said, "We've discussed it and will choose a date to hold your wedding."

Dr. Zhu saw the banknotes in the suitcase and was shocked. He hurriedly asked, "Han Sheng, where did you get so much money?"

Han Sheng said, "Dad, there's more. This time we can pay back the money for the house to the town." He picked up the Hong Kong Bank of China bank draft and handed it to his father.

"One hundred and twenty million RMB!" Dr. Zhu exclaimed.

"That's 40 million RMB," Han Sheng said proudly.

"Han Sheng, tell your father, what happened?" Dr. Zhu asked, puzzled.

"I had a few green stones, didn't I? Turns out they were gemstones, very valuable, so I sold them in Hong Kong," Han Sheng replied.

Dr. Zhu was a little incredulous; 40 million RMB—that's an astronomical figure!

Wu Chushan silently looked at the promissory note, his expression quite melancholy.

"This amount is too large; it might not be a good thing," he murmured.

After dinner, Granny Wang and Mingyue returned to their room.

"Mingyue, Granny Wang is getting old and doesn't have much time left. I'll start teaching you the art of incantation healing tonight. You will be the only successor of the Central Plains art of incantation healing," Granny Wang said.

"Yes, Master. What about Yang Gong, Yin Po, and Jing Taiji? Aren't they successors of the art of incantation healing?" Mingyue asked.

"Grandma Yin's original surname was Hua. She was my first apprentice in Lingnan. Later, she ran away to Guandong and married Yang Gong. I then taught them some incantation and witchcraft, but only superficially. Jing Taiji was also only taught a little. This is because later I discovered that they were all wicked and used what they learned to harm people, tarnishing the reputation of the Central Plains incantation and witchcraft school. So this time, I must clean house, otherwise they will cause you trouble in the future," said Granny Wang.

"Yes, Master," Mingyue replied.

Granny Wang began to recount the origins of the incantation and witchcraft school.

Years ago, the Yellow Emperor wrote the first book on traditional Chinese medicine and herbal medicine—"Incantation and Witchcraft." Later generations continuously added to and revised this medical work, gradually forming the later "Huangdi Neijing" and "Huangdi Waijing." Medicine was separated from incantation and witchcraft, forming the later traditional Chinese medicine. During the Eastern Han Dynasty, the shaman Zhang Lu founded the "Ghost Path Sect," which specialized in serving ghosts, and was also a variation of the incantation and witchcraft school. When this religion spread to the Northern Wei Dynasty, Kou Qianzhi advocated the establishment of "Taoism," removing the word "ghost" to indicate that they worshipped gods, not ghosts. They also adopted Lao Tzu's philosophy, thus creating a new religion—Taoism. After Taoism flourished, it joined forces with the court to suppress and exclude the Zhuyou school, considering it a heretical sect. However

, they secretly continued to use Zhuyou talismans and incantations. Zhuyou includes incantations, spells, blessings, talismans, as well as psychological suggestion and hypnosis.

Incantations use the energy and infrasound generated by incantations to limit the occurrence and development of diseases, suppressing lesions, causing them to gradually shrink until they disappear. Similar to modern medicine's antibiotics, they don't directly kill bacteria but inhibit their growth, eventually leading to their death.

Spells are curses, the most mysterious part of Zhuyou, using incantations to curse diseases and expel them from the body. Incantations aren't effective just because anyone can recite them; they require a certain level of practice to produce a specific sound—a type of infrasound, inaudible to the average ear. This sound resonates with the body's organs, generating energy. The method of incantation, on the other hand, involves uttering pleasant words to trick illnesses into leaving the body.

"Master, the art of incantation can be so interesting!" Mingyue exclaimed with great interest.

"Hmm," Granny Wang smiled kindly at the innocent Mingyue, and continued, "Why do people get sick? Humans live by consuming the energy of heaven and earth. Internally, they are harmed by the seven emotions of joy, anger, worry, grief, fear, and shock; externally, they are harmed by the six pathogenic factors of wind, cold, heat, dampness, dryness, and fire. When the Yellow Emperor created the Zhuyou sect, he said, 'If one encounters no evil influences and has no cause for fear or apprehension, yet suddenly falls ill, what is the cause?' This means that besides the seven emotions and six pathogenic factors, the main cause of illness is psychological factors. 'If my heart is free of ghosts, how can ghosts invade it? If my heart is free of evil, how can evil disturb it? If my heart is free of demons, how can demons attack it?' Therefore, illness arises from the mind. When the mind is unhealthy, the seven emotions and six pathogenic factors multiply and attack. Mingyue, do you understand?"

"I understand. Healing the mind heals the body. If the mind is free of illness, the body is free of illness," Mingyue said thoughtfully.

“Yes, to practice Zhuyou (a type of folk healing), one must calm the mind, eliminate distractions, and concentrate the will to achieve a pure Zhuyou ritual, free from evil thoughts and impurities, in order to achieve twice the result with half the effort. Right now, you are worried about Young Master Huang, how can you keep your mind as calm as still water, without any ripples?” Granny Wang patiently guided her.

“Master, I understand,” Mingyue said softly, bowing her head.

Granny Wang smiled and said, "Alright, I will now teach you the introductory techniques of Zhu You. Remember them well. The techniques are as follows: You can sit or stand. Place your palms facing each other, about an inch apart, with your fingertips pointing in opposite directions. Lower your eyelids and focus your inner gaze on your palms, carefully observing the sensations they feel. Then, gently and slowly rotate your palms symmetrically, like a millstone. An energy field will be generated in your palms. The sensation of this energy varies from person to person; it may take several hours or even months. Some people may never experience this energy in their entire lives. The key to achieving rapid results is a peaceful mind, complete relaxation, and focused intention." Carefully feel the energy in your palm. When you feel the energy, further feel for any repulsive or attractive forces. Repeat this movement 108 times daily. When you reach a certain level, it feels as if your Ren and Du meridians are opening and closing throughout your body. Until every pore is opening and closing, breathing and exchanging metabolic energy, you draw in the pure energy of nature and expel waste gas. In time, you will not only be able to adjust your own biofield but also mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to enter your body, allowing the energy to flow to your fingertips. The benefits will become clear in time.

Under Granny Wang's guidance, Mingyue began practicing the Zhuyou technique.

"Master, there's energy! What a powerful energy field! It attracts at the top and repels at the bottom!" Mingyue exclaimed in surprise.

Granny Wang sighed deeply. This girl is truly a natural talent for Zhuyou. Back then, Yin Po practiced for ten days before she could feel the energy, and Yang Gong was even worse, taking a full month. Jing Taiji was the fastest, but it still took him a week. Unexpectedly, Mingyue only needed a few minutes.

Granny Wang breathed a sigh of relief; the Central Plains Zhuyou school finally had its best successor.

Chapter 188

The next day, after dawn, Hansheng and Lan'er went to Wuyuan County to buy wedding supplies and order some new clothes for Lan'er. Liu Jinmo, worried about them, accompanied them.

Dr. Zhu took out 80,000 yuan from his suitcase, intending to return it to the Nanshan Town government as construction costs for their new house.

"Is that enough?" Wu Chushan asked.

Dr. Zhu replied, "The construction cost for the entire house is at most 40,000 to 50,000 yuan. With other expenses, it should be enough."

Wu Chushan nodded, but for some reason, he felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen.

"Fortune and misfortune are intertwined." He sighed as he looked at Lan'er's joyful and happy appearance.

Hansheng and Lan'er happily set off. Liu Jinmo walked about twenty steps behind them, looking at the carefree expressions of the young people, while thinking of Shen Caihua, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Are you thinking of me?" came the old ancestor's sweet voice from behind.

Liu Jinmo turned around and saw that his ancestor had dressed up specially and was walking gracefully behind him.

"What are you doing..." Liu Jinmo asked in surprise.

"I'm also going to the county town to buy some women's products," the ancestor said earnestly.

On the busiest cross street in Wuyuan County, there was a Bank of China branch. Han Sheng and his group pushed open the door and went inside.

At the counter window, Han Sheng handed over a bank draft for HK$120 million.

Taking the draft, the teller behind the counter glanced at Han Sheng, wondering how this local rural lad could possess a bank draft, especially one issued overseas. Then, looking down at the amount, she was so surprised she couldn't close her mouth.

She said in a trembling voice, "Wait a minute," and then hurriedly ran into the director's office in the back.

A moment later, she and an older male director came out warily.

"What do you do? How do you have such a large bank draft?" the director asked sternly.

Han Sheng calmly said, "I'm from Nanshan Village, my name is Han Sheng. These are bills I brought back from the Bank of China in Hong Kong."

The director continued, "You? How did you get them? Did you inherit them?"

Han Sheng shook his head and said, "No."

"Then how did you get them?" The director's wary gaze swept over Liu Jinmo and the old ancestor standing behind Han Sheng.

Han Sheng thought, he couldn't say he got them from buying gems, otherwise Wolong Valley would never have peace, and the Yin Bat leader and his wife, along with their baby Yin Bat, would be in danger.

"I'm a doctor, and this money is what I earned treating people in Hong Kong," Han Sheng said.

"Treating people? How could you have over ten thousand RMB?" The director clearly didn't believe him.

"They're all for difficult and incurable diseases. The richer a person is, the more likely they are to get incurable diseases," Han Sheng said with a smile.

The director thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "You must be that young miracle doctor from Wuyuan, right?"

Han Sheng smiled modestly, neither confirming nor denying.

"I'd only ever heard of this legendary doctor before, I never imagined I'd meet him here today, what luck! My lower back is always sore and weak, I've tried so many tonics, like seahorse and dog penis, but it's still no use. Do you have any good methods?" the doctor complained anxiously.

The old man beside him chuckled, covering his mouth, "A bit too much sexual activity, isn't it?"

The doctor blushed, looking at Han Sheng with pleading eyes.

Han Sheng said, "That's easy, you can use 'living worms' internally, with winter frost as a guide."

The doctor was overjoyed and quickly took out paper and pen, asking earnestly, "What are 'living worms'? What is winter frost?"

Han Sheng explained, "In winter, early in the morning, use chicken feathers to sweep the white frost from the window into a bowl, add several 'living worms,' steam them, and consume them. 'Living worms' are also called 'mysterious fish' or 'water fairy,' basically tadpoles."

"Tadpoles? Toad larvae?" the doctor exclaimed in surprise.

"Exactly, you have to catch them alive, dead ones lose their potency," Han Sheng added.

The director thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped his forehead, exclaiming with sudden realization, "Amazing! Those tadpoles look just like sperm! Alas, before, I was just eating bull penis and dog penis—it was all for show, what use is it without sperm? I'm so grateful to the divine doctor, you've enlightened me!" The director thanked him profusely.

"Can my draft be processed now?" Han Sheng asked.

"Of course, but our branch has never handled such a large sum before. We need to consult with the provincial branch immediately. You can go shopping first, and come back in an hour. The provincial branch will then issue instructions," the director said politely.

"Okay, let's go to the store and buy some things, then we'll come back later," Han Sheng agreed, pulling Lan'er out of the bank.

Outside, two young men silently watched Han Sheng and his group. One followed them, while the other hurried towards the county hospital.

Inside the ward, Huang Qianhui listened to the man's report, a cold smile playing on his lips. The opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived; it was time to close the net.

Han Sheng picked out several beautiful outfits for Lan'er and discussed other wedding bedding.

Lan'er ordered a Shanghai-made Little Bee brand sewing machine, which would make mending much easier in the future. Han Sheng, on the other hand, took a liking to a Forever brand 28-inch bicycle. The two happily went to pay for it.

Old Zu lingered in front of the cosmetics counter, insisting that Liu Jinmo help her choose face cream. She also bought a small mirror, a comb, and a pair of tweezers, determined to pluck all the facial hair and beard to reveal her true female form. Finally, Old Zu also bought a light purple floral-patterned jacket, which Liu Jinmo shook his head at, finding it too tacky.

The group happily returned to the bank at the crossroads.

Han Sheng pushed open the door and went to the counter, asking the manager, "Can the paperwork be processed now?"

"The provincial bank said there's no problem, it can be processed, but..." the manager gestured to the side.

Several people, dressed in white-topped, blue-bottomed police uniforms, sat on chairs in the corner and silently surrounded him.

"Are you Comrade Zhu Hansheng?" the middle-aged policeman at the head asked expressionlessly.

Hansheng nodded and said, "Yes, I am Zhu Hansheng."

"Is that Hong Kong bank draft yours?" the policeman continued.

"Yes, it is. Is there a problem?" Hansheng asked, surprised.

"Please come to the station with your friend. We need to ask you some questions," the policeman said .

Hansheng glanced at the director behind the counter, who shrugged, indicating he couldn't help.

The police station was also on this street, only a five or six-minute walk away. Hansheng and his group sat on a bench in a room. Lan'er fearfully gripped Hansheng's arm, and the old man, seeing this, also pretended to be very nervous and grabbed Liu Jinmo's arm.

"Who is Zhu Hansheng?" A portly man in his forties, dressed in plainclothes, walked in through the door, followed by a young policeman carrying an interrogation record book.

"I am," Hansheng replied.

"Age?" the man asked, while the young policeman sitting beside him quickly took notes.

"21 years old."

"Gender?"

"Of course he's male. You can't even tell that, and you're a policeman?" Old Zu grumbled discontentedly.

"Shut up, it's not your turn yet," the young policeman snapped.

"Home address?" the man asked again.

"Nanshan Village, Nanshan Town," Han Sheng replied.

"Do you know our Party's policies?" the man stared intently at Han Sheng.

"Policies?" Han Sheng shook his head blankly.

"It's 'leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist,'" the man's words were clear and forceful, and the air in the room suddenly became tense.

Han Sheng looked at him, puzzled, without speaking.

"I'm asking you, where did your huge bank draft come from?" the man asked, softening his tone.

"I earned it treating patients in Hong Kong," Han Sheng said.

"How long were you in Hong Kong?" the man asked again.

"About ten days." Han Sheng vaguely sensed trouble was brewing.

"You made nearly 40 million RMB in just over ten days? Zhu Hansheng, you look honest, but you don't tell the truth. I must remind you, the consequence of stubbornly resisting the dictatorship of the proletariat will be tragic." The man's face was unusually serious.

"There are many wealthy people in Hong Kong," Hansheng explained.

The man snorted and said, "How did you get to Hong Kong? Did you go through the proper procedures?"

Hansheng blushed and said, "No." "

So you're saying you smuggled yourself in? What kind of place is Hong Kong? It's a sinful capitalist paradise. Do you know that this is treason?" the man said viciously.

Hansheng raised his head, his clear eyes looking at the man, and calmly said, "I'm a doctor. Wherever someone is sick, I will go to make house calls."

"Haha, Zhu Hansheng, you're still denying it to this day. You're like someone who won't give up until they hit a brick wall," the man sneered.

Han Sheng sighed and said, "Alright, I don't want the money anymore, is that alright? Lan'er and I are getting married soon, and we have so many things to prepare." He stood up, took Lan'er's hand, and said, "Lan'er, we can live without money. Let's go."

"Sit down! You want to leave? Where do you think this is? You'd better tell me honestly, was this money given to you by the Kuomintang secret service in Taiwan as operating funds? What mission did you accept to infiltrate the mainland?" the man roared.

Han Sheng seemed not to understand and asked in confusion, "What did you say?"

Liu Jinmo sneered from the side, "Han Sheng, isn't it obvious? They're trying to frame you, but their methods are too clumsy."

"You've got some nerve, daring to interfere with the police investigation. Men, handcuff him!" the man roared angrily.

Two policemen standing at the door responded and came over, taking out handcuffs to lock Liu Jinmo up. The old man's face flushed red, and he raised his hand to strike with a dark palm.

"Wait, don't cause trouble for Hansheng." Liu Jinmo quickly stopped the old man's impulsiveness, extending his wrists to have his hands cuffed with gleaming stainless steel handcuffs. The old man looked at Liu Jinmo with a wronged expression.

"Zhu Hansheng, according to the facts we have, you smuggled yourself into Hong Kong, colluded with Wu Daoming, a Taiwanese agent operating in Hong Kong, received a huge sum of operating funds, and secretly infiltrated back, attempting to subvert the proletarian dictatorship. I hereby announce the arrest of Zhu Hansheng, a Kuomintang agent from Taiwan, and the confiscation of his huge sum of money orders, which will be turned over to the national treasury. You come and sign." The man pulled out a pre-prepared arrest warrant and made Hansheng sign it.

"You can't wrong an innocent person!" Lan'er broke free from Hansheng's hand and stood up bravely, saying.

The man in plainclothes stood up from behind the table and said to Han Sheng, "Zhu Han Sheng, you're being arrested even if you don't sign. Men, take them into custody first, then we'll interrogate them." He then ordered the police, "Have this girl lead the way, go directly to Zhu Han Sheng's house in Nanshan Village to search."

Han Sheng remained silent. He knew that saying anything now was useless; there must be something

fishy going on. Liu Jinmo kept sneering. How could handcuffs do anything to him? Making a scene would only worsen things for Han Sheng's family, so he decided to wait and see.

The old patriarch was furious, but Liu Jinmo stopped him with a look, though he remained indignant.

The police took Han Sheng, Liu Jinmo, and the old patriarch to the detention center in the backyard. Lan'er was put into a police car, which headed straight for Nanshan Village.

The man in plainclothes went to the county hospital.

"Director Huang, as per your instructions, we have arrested Zhu Hansheng, a suspected Kuomintang agent, and his accomplices. They are currently being held in the county detention center. The bank drafts have also been confiscated, and we are currently on our way to search his home in Nanshan Village," the man reported respectfully.

"Director Zhang, well done. This is the first case of Kuomintang spies in our county. Because it involves overseas, everything must be handled strictly in accordance with the instructions of the county party committee and the county revolutionary committee. Comrade Zhou Enlai warned us, 'Foreign affairs are never trivial.' Tell the comrades in the political security section to be extremely careful and keep this confidential. This is a strict organizational discipline," Huang Qianhui said, clenching his fist with a resolute expression.

"Yes, please rest assured, we will certainly not let down the expectations of the county party committee and the county revolutionary committee," Director Zhang assured.

"Is there an old woman among Zhu Hansheng's accomplices?" Dean Jing Taiji, standing to the side, suddenly asked.

"No, apart from Zhu Hansheng's fiancée, the other two are men," Director Zhang said.

A few beads of cold sweat appeared on Jing Taiji's forehead.

Chapter 189:

Mingyue had learned the pure Yin-type internal energy cultivation from the nameless nun at the nameless temple, so she already had some foundation. Therefore, her practice was also the Yin-type Zhuyou cultivation method. Mingyue grasped it immediately, which pleased Granny Wang greatly. The master and disciple unknowingly meditated until dawn.

"Master, in that big hotel in Hong Kong, He Wuxing suddenly attacked you, but in that instant, you were sitting across from him at the table. Was that a kind of witchcraft from our sect?" Mingyue asked.

"Yes, it's the Illusion Technique of Zhu You. It's a very profound illusionary technique of our school, involving teleportation and shifting positions. However, even my master could only create one illusion. It's said that the founder of Zhu You, Guo Pu, could create 64 illusions from the Qian position to the Weiji position in one go, and even scatter beans to create soldiers. But since him, no one in our school has been able to match him, despite the many talented and intelligent people throughout history," Granny Wang said.

"Why is that? Did Founder Guo Pu hold something back?" Mingyue asked, puzzled.

Granny Wang smiled and said, "No, because one tool is missing. Therefore, no matter how hard or how clever later generations are, they cannot master it."

"Is it the Yin-Yang Ruler?" Mingyue asked.

"Mingyue, you are indeed incredibly intelligent. Yes, it is indeed the Burial Ruler of Guo Gong. Our patriarch was killed by Wang Dun, the general of Jingzhou during the Western Jin Dynasty, and his body disappeared. Later generations unanimously believed he was buried in Jinshan, Zhenjiang. During the dry season of the Yangtze River, it was exposed, but during the flood season it was submerged. Generations of masters from our sect went to Jinshan to investigate, all wanting to obtain the Burial Ruler of Guo Gong, but no one dared to disturb our patriarch's tomb. They waited for someone from another sect to steal the Burial Ruler before they could seize it back. This is why many members of our sect have lived in Zhenjiang for generations," Granny Wang explained.

Mingyue enjoyed hearing these stories. When she was a nun at the nameless nunnery, her abbess was extremely strict. Besides chanting Buddhist scriptures daily, she rarely had a gentle conversation, so Mingyue felt extremely depressed at that time. Once she met Huang Jianguo, a talkative boy of similar age, she fell in love with him without hesitation. Even when Huang Jianguo wanted her body, Mingyue, naive and innocent, selflessly offered herself to him.

"The Guo family tomb in Jinshan is just a cenotaph; the true burial site has been unknown to anyone since ancient times. It's truly a matter of fate that Han Sheng discovered it and found this burial ruler," Granny Wang exclaimed.

Mingyue thought for a moment, then asked, "Master, what purpose does the ancestral master's burial ruler serve?"

Granny Wang said, "This burial ruler is made of submerged wood. Do you know what submerged wood is?"

Mingyue shook her head and said, "Mingyue doesn't know."

Granny Wang smiled and explained, "The north side of a mountain and the south side of a river are both called 'yin.' Generally, wood born on the north side of a mountain or in autumn and winter is called 'yin wood.' Yin wood is wood that grows on the ground, while submerged wood is wood that has been buried underground for a long time due to earthquakes and flash floods; it is also called 'plant mummy.' The ancients said, 'If the bones of the underworld are not damaged, they will manifest their spirit upon entering the mortal world.' This refers to it. In ancient times, high-ranking officials, nobles, and scholars all regarded it as a family heirloom, a treasure to protect the home, and an object to ward off evil." After nightfall, it often emits a peculiar, lingering fragrance that permeates the air and penetrates the heart. During the Republic of China era, Yuan Shikai, with the nation's resources, finally managed to find several pieces to piece together a fake coffin for him. In the Central Plains, records of submerged wood have only been found in the Three Gorges region of the Yangtze River, specifically within a 200-kilometer stretch of Fengjie, Yunyang, and Wushan counties. This suggests that a massive geological upheaval occurred in the Three Gorges area in ancient times.

The Qing Dynasty scholar Yuan Mei, in his book *Zi Bu Yu*, described submerged wood as a tree that existed since the creation of the world, submerged in sand and waves, surviving countless cataclysmic events, and reappearing in the world. Therefore, when it returns to the earth, it remains intact for ten thousand years. Its color is deep green, and its grain is like brocade. If a piece is placed on the ground, flies and gnats will not fly a hundred paces away. "

Submerged wood is so magical!" Mingyue exclaimed in amazement.

"Well, some types of submerged wood are completely black, some are grayish-brown like clouds, some are red like granite, and some are as bright as gold. Black on the outside and yellow on the inside is Phoebe zhennan, black on the outside and red on the inside is Hovenia dulcis, black on the outside and green on the inside is Phoebe zhennan, and so on. Of course, the best is Zitan submerged wood, which is bluish-black, extremely dense, hard, and heavy; it sinks in water. Ordinary wood burns to produce white ash, but submerged wood burns to produce yellow ash. It often produces sparks when cut with a chainsaw. Soaking it in alcohol or drinking the ash in water can cure evil-related illnesses," Granny Wang patiently explained.

"The Guo Gong Burial Ruler is the best submerged wood," Mingyue said.

"Of course, what makes the Guo Gong Burial Ruler unique is that it's made from a corpse," Granny Wang said.

"A corpse?" Mingyue was startled.

Granny Wang recounted, "Many years ago, my master told me that the burial material for Guo Gong was taken from a piece of dark wood sword from the Kuimen Gorge in Fengjie, also known as the 'Soul of the Ba People.' During the Spring and Autumn Period, the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River belonged to the State of Ba. Later, a civil war broke out, and General Ba Manzi requested military support from the State of Chu, promising to give them three cities after the rebellion was quelled. However, after the rebellion was quelled, the State of Chu sent an envoy to demand the cities back. General Ba Manzi was in a dilemma. If he ceded the cities, he feared that the people of Ba would suffer in the future; if he did not cede the cities, he would break his promise. So, Ba Manzi drew his short sword and committed suicide, 'giving his head to the Chu envoy.' The Chu envoy was deeply moved and returned to Chu with the head to report back, thus relinquishing the three cities. Later, the people of Ba passed down the tragic story of 'a noble act of self-sacrifice that resonates through the ages.' The sword that General Ba Manzi used to commit suicide was not the bronze sword commonly used at the time, but a piece of dark wood sword."

"And then what happened?" Mingyue was deeply moved by the story of General Ba Manzi.

"Later, the general's body, along with the dark wooden sword, was buried at Kuimen. In 316 BC, the State of Ba was finally destroyed by the State of Qin. After conquering Ba, Qin General Bai Qi, upon hearing of this, exhumed Ba Manzi's tomb. Unexpectedly, two hundred years later, Ba Manzi's headless body had not decomposed at all. However, after Bai Qi took the dark wooden sword, the body quickly shrank into a mummified corpse. More than 600 years later, this sword was obtained by Guo Pu of the Western Jin Dynasty and made into the Yin-Yang Ruler, later known as the 'Guo Gong Burial Ruler'," Granny Wang recounted.

Mingyue opened her bright eyes and sighed softly, "A ruler has such a poignant story."

Granny Wang said solemnly, "The Guo Gong Burial Ruler not only contains the loyal soul of General Ba Manzi, but also stores the incantation magnetic field of our ancestor Guo Pu, making it a sacred treasure of our sect."

"What are the magical uses of the Guo Gong Burial Ruler?" Mingyue asked.

Granny Wang looked at Mingyue and said, "With Guo Gong's Burial Ruler, you can master the supreme art of incantation and witchcraft. This is something countless people have dreamed of for thousands of years. I am now old, and the future of the Central Plains' incantation and witchcraft depends on you."

Mingyue was surprised and said, "Master, can I do it?"

"Of course you can. I will do my best to teach you the art of incantation and witchcraft. Soon, you will far surpass Yin Po, Yang Gong, Jing Taiji, and the others. The key is that you have a kind and pure heart, which they and I lack." Granny Wang said.

"Master, Mingyue knows that you have a very kind heart." Mingyue said sincerely.

Granny Wang shook her head and sighed, "Mingyue, you don't know yet, your master was once a demon feared by all in the martial arts world. Many people in the martial arts world died unjustly at my hands. This is also the reason why the ancient immortal could not marry me until his death." "Bang bang,

" came a knock on the door.

Mingyue opened the door, and Wu Chushanren stood at the door.

"It's getting late, aren't you going to have breakfast? Hansheng and the others have already gone to the county town for the market." Shanren asked.

Granny Wang smiled and said, "We chatted so happily last night that we forgot the time."

In the kitchen, Wu Chushanren had already set the food on the table.

"Uncle Shanren, I heard from Master that you met Huang Jianguo in front of Linggu Cave, is that right?" Mingyue asked with wide eyes.

"Oh, you mean that bastard son of Huang Qiansui, right? Yes, I've seen him." Wu Chushanren paused for a moment before answering.

Mingyue blushed, as if she had made a great decision, and asked, "Uncle Shanren, can you tell me what happened back then?"

Wu Chushan then recounted the whole story of burying Old Master Huang that night, concluding angrily, "That bastard Huang Jianguo is heartless and ungrateful! For his own future and career, he actually buried his beloved grandfather alive! He's worse than a beast!"

Mingyue's face turned pale, and she became unsteady on her feet. Granny Wang quickly supported her and said to Wu Chushan, "Let me help Mingyue back to her room to rest." With that, she helped Mingyue back to her room.

Wu Chushan sighed and shook his head.

Around noon, Dr. Zhu returned from town, and Wu Chushan came to the courtyard.

"How did it go? Did you pay the rent?" Wu Chushan asked.

Dr. Zhu nodded: "Meng Zhuqi wasn't in town, so I went to the town's Revolutionary Committee's finance office. They calculated the total price of the house, which was over 70,000 yuan. I've already paid it off and got a receipt. That's great, we're no longer in debt. I feel so relieved."

"Yes, we can start decorating the new house now." Wu Chushan's mood brightened.

Just then, a car horn sounded at the gate, and Lan'er was escorted out of the car by a group of police officers in white and blue uniforms.

"We're from the county public security bureau, ordered to search the home of Taiwanese spy Zhu Hansheng. Who are you two?" The middle-aged policeman in the lead had a burly face and spoke arrogantly.

Dr. Zhu was startled and quickly stepped forward, smiling obsequiously, "Officer, you must have made a mistake. Hansheng is just a child, how could he be a spy?"

"Who are you?" the policeman demanded.

Dr. Zhu said, "I am Zhu Hansheng's father, and this is my in-law."

"Father..." Lan'er could no longer hold back and burst into tears, throwing herself into Wu Chushan's arms.

"You guys stay put," the policeman waved his hand and ordered the other officers, "You begin searching each room one by one, paying attention to collecting written evidence and making a record."

"Yes, Chief Lei." In a flash, the policemen responded and began their work. Chief

Lei, with a face full of fat, looked Dr. Zhu up and down and chuckled, "If you're a true local, how could you afford such a beautiful house? Look at this village, everyone else still lives in mud-brick houses. Where did you get the money?"

Dr. Zhu frankly replied, "A few months ago, my family also had three mud-brick houses. Director Meng of Nanshan Town burned down my house, and this is compensation for us. You can go ask Director Meng."

Chief Lei laughed and said, "Three mud-brick houses, and you get such a nice house and yard in return? Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Just then, two policemen suddenly pushed open the door to the room where Granny Wang and Mingyue lived.

Chapter 190

Mingyue lay on the bed, her eyes red and swollen. She couldn't understand how the man she had always cared for could be so cruel as to harm Old Master Huang, burying him alive in the Yin energy of Tai Chi. Old Master Huang was such a kind person, treating Mingyue like his own grandfather.

Granny Wang held Mingyue's slender hand, accompanying and comforting her.

"Get up, get up, everyone stand outside, we need to search this room," the policeman ordered loudly.

"Out," Granny Wang said softly without turning around.

"What did you say?" The policeman didn't hear clearly.

"I said, get out!" Granny Wang's face darkened.

"What! You old woman, there must be something wrong with you." The policeman was furious, striding forward.

Granny Wang said to Mingyue, "Mingyue, watch closely. The Zhuyou Divine Skill has eighteen forms, and this is the first one, 'Ghost Wall.'" She then moved her lips incessantly, chanting incantations without uttering a sound, while her hands moved horizontally back and forth in front of her chest.

The policeman approached the wooden bed, about two or three meters away, when suddenly he felt an invisible wall blocking his path, preventing him from passing through… The policeman was terrified and tried to break through, but he couldn't find any leverage and remained stuck. Instantly, cold sweat poured down his body.

"Damn it, this old woman knows magic?" he muttered in astonishment.

"What kind of magic is this? How did you learn Marxism-Leninism?" the other policeman mocked, then approached. However, before he could finish speaking, he immediately sensed something was wrong. The air in front of him seemed to form a barrier, soft and yielding. His stepping leg was bounced back, and the force was even greater with each attempt.

The two men stared at each other, then simultaneously drew their Type 51 pistols with a "whoosh"... "The second move of the Eighteen Forms of Zhuyou, 'Transplanting Flowers and Grafting Trees'," Granny Wang chanted, her hands clasped in front of her chest, still silently reciting the Zhuyou incantation.

The two policemen pointed their pistols at each other in unison... "What are you doing?" the first policeman asked angrily.

"What are you doing again? Why are you pointing your gun at me?" the second policeman roared.

"I don't know either," the first one cried out in terror.

The sound carried into the courtyard. Sensing something amiss in the house, Section Chief Lei approached and shouted, "What are you two doing?"

He was then shocked to see his two subordinates holding pistols, their expressions eerie, the black muzzles of the guns pointed at him… Inside the room, Granny Wang stretched out her arms, drawing two semicircles in the air, and chanted, "Watch closely, the third move of the incantation, the walking corpse." She then turned around, still chanting the incantation, her ring fingers pointing at the policemen at the door.

Mingyue was astonished to see that the two policemen were actually forcing their leader at gunpoint towards the courtyard gate.

"Hey, what are you doing? Finished work?" The other two policemen, who were fussing over Dr. Zhu's room, poked their heads out after hearing the commotion.

The armed policeman remained expressionless, seemingly oblivious, and led Section Chief Lei outside the gate.

Something was wrong. The last two policemen inside realized something was amiss and rushed out to see what was happening. Suddenly, one of the men outside turned his gun on them, forcing them into a car. The engine roared, and the car sped off along the road they had come from, heading into the city.

"Master, this is simply amazing!" Mingyue exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise as she stared blankly at Granny Wang.

Granny Wang smiled and said, "Mingyue, the folk practices of incantation and witchcraft circulating among the common people are mostly unorthodox. The most profound incantation techniques in the Central Plains are the Eighteen Forms of Incantation, also known as the 'Eighteen Forms of Guo Gong.' These incantations are loaded onto the practitioner's powerful biomagnetic field and spread outwards, influencing and controlling a person's thoughts within a certain time and distance. For example, the first form, 'Ghost Wall,' mainly affects the cerebellum's motor nerves, preventing the person from taking another step forward, as if there were a wall in front of them. The second form, 'Transplanting Flowers and Grafting Trees,' controls the person's sense of direction. Even though their guns are pointing at each other, each person's consciousness doesn't perceive that direction; they think the guns are aimed at us. The third form, 'Walking Corpse,' can temporarily block logical thinking in the brain, causing a loss of discernment and making the person act according to the practitioner's will."

"Oh, so Master sent them back," Mingyue said.

"That's the only way; otherwise, it would cause trouble for Doctor Zhu in the future," Granny Wang said.

"Master, do Senior Sister Yin Po and Senior Brother Yang Gong Jing Taiji also know the 'Eighteen Forms of Guo Gong'?" Mingyue asked.

Granny Wang looked at Mingyue with affection and said, "They have no idea about the existence of 'Guo Gong's Eighteen Forms.' I have never told them about it."

Mingyue was moved and held her master Granny Wang's hand tightly.

Granny Wang sighed softly and said slowly, "Mingyue, of these eighteen profound forms, even I only know five. No one in the entire Zhu You sect has ever mastered more than these five forms, no matter how intelligent they are. But you have done it. I hope you can become the second Guo Gong in over 1400 years."

"Is it because of the 'Guo Gong Burial Ruler'?" Mingyue asked.

"Yes, it's fate that your master met you before he passed away, and that the Burial Ruler reappeared in the martial world. I will take you back to the Poyang Lake Valley to practice your skills as soon as possible. It will take at least one or two years, and at most eight or ten years, until you can master all of the 'Guo Gong Eighteen Styles'," Granny Wang said.

"Master, even if I master this Zhu You Divine Skill, what will I use it for?" Mingyue asked, confused.

"This... I haven't thought about it. Looking at the many injustices in the world, with evil people in power and the common people suffering, I think Han Sheng can heal people and help the world. You can suppress evil and promote good, and punish bad people," Granny Wang replied after thinking for a moment.

Mingyue still looked confused and said softly, "There are courts and police stations in the world, and so many government officials. What can I do?"

Granny Wang said kindly, "You are still young. You will understand in a few years."

Doctor Zhu, Wu Chushan, and Lan'er walked into the room in surprise.

"Grandma Wang, what happened just now? It seems the policemen are fighting amongst themselves," Dr. Zhu asked.

Grandma Wang smiled and said, "They brought this on themselves." Wu

Chushan pondered for a moment, then tentatively asked Grandma Wang, "Could it be that they've been affected by some kind of incantation?"

Grandma Wang smiled but didn't answer.

Dr. Zhu looked at Wu Chushan, then at Grandma Wang, and said doubtfully, "Incantation? That's a long-lost, unorthodox method of traditional Chinese medicine. Do you know it, Grandma?"

Grandma Wang nodded in agreement, then asked, "What are these policemen searching for?"

Wu Chushan sighed, "Hansheng is in trouble. The government says he's a Kuomintang spy from Taiwan and has arrested him and put him in detention. These policemen are taking Lan'er with them to search the house."

"They're talking complete nonsense!" Dr. Zhu exclaimed angrily.

Granny Wang pondered, "This matter is quite strange."

Wu Chushan nodded and said, "Hansheng is currently detained. We must find a way to rescue him. I suspect this matter may be related to the Meng family. In addition, the huge bank draft that Hansheng and his group were carrying is the fuse."

Granny Wang asked, "Who are the Meng family?"

Wu Chushan explained, "Meng Zhuqi is the director of the Revolutionary Committee of Nanshan Town. His son lost both testicles at a young age and is named Meng Hongbing. This father and son are not kind people. They once murdered a woman named Shen Caihua and even set fire to Dr. Zhu's house. Later, Hansheng transplanted two pig testicles into Meng Hongbing, and subsequently his mind became abnormal, like that of a boar. Recently, I heard that he even raped several sows, causing extremely bad influence. After Zhu Biao returned, he avenged Shen Caihua. County Magistrate Huang Qiansui, who is Huang Jianguo's father, and the Meng family father and son—all three men had their genitals crippled, and Zhu Biao also died from his injuries. I think they must be retaliating against Hansheng, using the government's dictatorship." machine to frame someone.

After hearing this, Granny Wang couldn't help laughing and said, "Well done to this naughty Xiao Hansheng. He can come up with such a wonderful way to punish evil people. It's really hilarious." "

Wu Chushan said in deep thought: "That being said, this has forged a hatred with the local evil forces. I don't think they will give up until Han Sheng is put to death this time. The problem we are facing now is that it is easy to save Han Sheng with our martial arts, but how can we live peacefully in Wuyuan in the future? We can't let Han Sheng and Lan'er spend their entire lives on the run. "

Grandma Wang nodded in agreement and said slowly: "Although Zhu Youshu can affect it for a while, it cannot guarantee it for a lifetime. It seems that the only way is to completely eradicate those evil people. Wu Chushan frowned

and finally said: "This matter needs to be discussed in the long term. We must find a perfect strategy. I will go to the city to investigate first and understand the situation clearly before making a decision." "

Grandma Wang said: "It's okay to know yourself and your enemy. Don't worry. I will take care of Lan'er here. There will be absolutely no problem. "

“Then I’ll leave it to Mother-in-law,” Wu Chushan said, then gave Dr. Zhu a few instructions before returning to his room to prepare.

Inside, He Xiang looked at her husband with worry.

Wu Chushan took He Xiang’s hand and said solemnly, “He Xiang, Han Sheng saved your and Lan’er’s lives. This child has been kind to our family. Now that he’s in trouble, I must do everything in my power to protect him. This is also for Lan’er’s sake.”

“I know,” He Xiang silently took her husband’s hand and gently pressed it to her face, two streams of tears slowly welling up.

Wu Chushan left, turning back to look at Nanshan Village after crossing the mountain. He Xiang and Lan’er were still silently standing side by side at their door… Wu Chushan took a deep breath. In this world, if the wicked aren’t eliminated, there will never be peace.

Chapter 191:

Lujiang County is located in central Anhui Province, bordering Chaohu Lake to the north, near the Yangtze River to the south, and backed by the Dabie Mountains. It has been a “land of fish and rice” in northern Anhui since ancient times.

Jinniu Town, located in the northwest of Lujiang County, is an ancient town with a history of over a thousand years. Also

known as Ancheng, it was founded during the Three Kingdoms period and originally belonged to the territory of Eastern Wu, under the jurisdiction of Xirunan County. It is the hometown of the famous anti-Japanese general Sun Liren. To the southeast of the town, a mountain rises abruptly from the plain, a solitary peak with verdant greenery, a place of natural beauty and abundant resources, evergreen year-round. Legend has it that a "golden ox" once split the earth and emerged from it, hence the name "Jinniu Mountain" (Golden Ox Mountain). On the southwest slope of Jinniu Mountain, dense forests once stood. Nanyang Temple was built here in the early Ming Dynasty and flourished in the Qing Dynasty, with its incense burning brightly and the sounds of morning bells and evening drums filling the air. Unfortunately, the ancient temple was destroyed in the war during the Republic of China era, and only ruins remain today. Every evening at sunset, the setting sun casts its golden rays, and the clouds swirl around the trees. Climbing the mountain and looking west, one can see the clouds rising and the setting sun melting into gold, spreading across the long fields, creating one of the eight scenic spots of Lujiang: "Jinniu Evening View".

At dusk that day, a young couple walked along the alleyway leading to the tomb in the county town, standing in the chilly wind to contemplate the tomb of Zhou Yu. Few people were around.

Zhou Yu's tomb was built in the fifteenth year of Jian'an in the Eastern Han Dynasty (210 AD), more than 1500 years ago. The tomb has no official seal, just a mound built on flat ground, constructed of large Han Dynasty bricks with a small cart pattern. The tomb entrance faces east. Over the millennia, the mound has collapsed, the pavilion has crumbled, and the stone railings are gone. Originally, a stone tablet inscribed "Tomb of Zhou Gongjin, Famous General of Wu" stood in front of the tomb, with a couplet inscribed on either side: "The bones of ruler and minister flow like the waters of Jiangdong; the sons and daughters of heroes are buried in the graves of northern Anhui." During the Cultural Revolution, the tablet was shattered and the tomb destroyed, leaving only withered grass and a desolate mound.

"Section Chief, General Sun Liren's ancestral home is this Lujiang," Lieutenant Li remarked with emotion.

Section Chief Huang said with a solemn expression, "The files record that his hometown is Jinniu Town, more than 20 kilometers away. The county town was just where he lived and studied. The Yangtze River basin is truly a place of outstanding people and beautiful

scenery. It's a pity that such a famous general would rebel. In the end, he probably wouldn't be as remembered as Zhou Yu." "What is the relationship between that Lu Taiguan and General Sun Liren? We didn't find any contact between the bearded Taoist priest and General Sun in Taipei. How can you be so sure that their visit to Lujiang this time is related to General Sun?" Lieutenant Li asked.

Section Chief Huang smiled and said, "Ever since Sun Liren was placed under house arrest 20 years ago, some of his subordinates have harbored resentment. With Chiang Kai-shek's passing this year, some generals have begun to stir. The higher-ups have ordered us to strengthen our surveillance. However, at this sensitive time, the old Taoist priest has been hired to sneak into Lujiang

on the mainland to find an old tomb from decades ago. I can't help but suspect their purpose is related to Sun Liren." "Hmm, what you say makes a lot of sense, Section Chief. They should arrive tonight, right?" Lieutenant Li looked at Section Chief Huang with admiration.

"Let's go to the post office and call the Guangzhou station again to see where they are," Section Chief Huang said. He glanced at his young, voluptuous, and charming subordinate, wanting to take her arm, but he couldn't; doing so on the mainland would attract attention. Sigh, what era is this? It still seems so uncivilized here.

Wu Daoming and his party arrived in Lujiang that evening and stayed at the county government guesthouse. They used fake documents provided by Lu Taiguan, including a letter of introduction from the Guangdong Provincial Office for the Study of the History of the Chinese Communist Party, and each person also had a researcher's work card with a photo attached. In 1975, the mainland had not yet implemented an ID card system.

Among the passengers disembarking on the long-distance bus they were traveling with were two unremarkable middle-aged men with Cantonese accents. These two were subordinates of "Big Gold Tooth," the head of the Hong Kong station of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and had been following them all the way. Across the street from the county government guesthouse was a small inn called "Weidong." The two men checked in as purchasing agents. Their room window faced the guesthouse entrance, facilitating surveillance.

After dinner, Section Chief Huang and Lieutenant Li met with the two men in their room at the Weidong inn. This was arranged by phone from Guangzhou. In those days, communication was very backward; there were no program-controlled telephones, and long-distance calls required manual connection by the post office's switchboard operator.

The two men, surnamed Luo and Lin, reported on their journey and awaited orders from Section Chief Huang. At the same time, following "Big Gold Tooth's" instructions, they brought Section Chief Huang a Belgian Browning 7.65mm pistol. This type of pistol had been widely circulated in China before liberation and was known as the "Gun Brand" pistol. Due to its small size, many were scattered among the people during the Cultural Revolution.

“Only one magazine, seven bullets,” the man surnamed Luo said.

“Comrades, you’ve done well. Working behind enemy lines is extremely arduous and dangerous. The Party and the State will remember you and commend you. Your current task is to continue monitoring the movements of those five men. If anything happens, notify me immediately by phone, remembering to use code words,” Section Chief Huang instructed, giving them the phone number of his and Lieutenant Li’s hotel room and demanding they memorize it and not write it down.

They’ll definitely go to Jinniu Town tomorrow, Section Chief Huang thought.

Back at their hotel room, Section Chief Huang carefully inspected the Browning pistol. He said to Lieutenant Li, "You should check your weapon too. The work ahead will become increasingly dangerous."

Lieutenant Li took the pen from the pocket of his blue jacket, gently unscrewed the jacket tube to reveal a charging handle, and the pen rest was a sear button. This was a German-made pen-style Mauser pistol from 1940, issued to agents of the Taiwanese intelligence agency. Its main features were its portability and inconspicuousness, making it a special type of pistol for self-defense, especially for assassinations. It had a 7.9mm caliber and a lethal range of ten meters.

"Will our lives be in danger?" Lieutenant Li asked with some concern.

"Yes, we're in enemy-occupied territory. We could die for the Party and the State at any moment," Section Chief Huang said.

Lieutenant Li sighed softly, took off his coat, lay down on the bed, and pulled up the covers. The nights in northern Anhui in December were very cold. Section

Chief Huang turned off the light, took off his clothes, and got into bed.

In the darkness, Lieutenant Li murmured, "It's a pity I've never had a boyfriend in my life..."

Section Chief Huang struggled with his thoughts for a long time before finally making up his mind. He gently walked to Lieutenant Li's bedside and timidly slipped into her blankets... Lieutenant Li hesitated and weakly pushed him away twice, then stopped moving...

At the county government guesthouse,

Wu Daoming and the nun went back to their room to rest. The bearded Taoist priest and his assistant, Ah Xiong, arrived at He Wuxing's room.

The bearded Taoist priest sat on the sofa, squinting at He Wuxing, and asked solemnly, "Master He, I've been friends with Master Lu for many years. We've come all the way from Taiwan, braving hardships and risks, to Lujiang. Now that there are no outsiders here, you should reveal who this Sun Xize, the person we're looking for, really is, right? A scholar who passed the imperial examination in the Jiawu year of the Guangxu reign, he served as the prefect of Dengzhou, the circuit intendant of Dengzhou, Laizhou, Qingzhou, and Jiaozhou, and even worked in Duan Qirui's government. Hmm, why were his remains exhumed and buried in Wuyuan, Jiangxi?"

He then fixed his sharp gaze on He Wuxing's face.

"Master Lu instructed me to tell you in a specific setting after we arrive in Lujiang. Now that Mr. and Mrs. Wu Daoming are not present, I can speak. This Sun Xize is the father of General Sun Liren," He Wuxing said slowly.

"Oh..." The bearded Taoist priest grunted, listening intently for what he would say next.

He Wuxing glanced at the two of them and continued, "You two must both be familiar with General Sun's situation, right? The General loved his soldiers like his own children, and made outstanding contributions in the fight against the Japanese invaders. He led his troops in the 'August 13th' Shanghai Resistance and led the expedition to Burma, earning him the title of 'Rommel of the East.' After arriving in Taiwan, he became the Commander-in-Chief of the Chinese Army, a Second-Class General. However, simply because he was not a direct descendant of the Whampoa Military Academy graduates, he was ostracized by Chief of the General Staff Zhou Zhirou, Navy Commander-in-Chief Gui Yongqing, and Air Force Commander-in-Chief Wang Shuming, and also aroused the suspicion of Chiang Kai-shek. In 1955, the General was falsely accused of plotting with 103 subordinates, including Guo Tingliang and Jiang Yunjin, to provoke Chiang Kai-shek during his military review." "They staged a military coup, forcing the general to resign. He was then placed under house arrest in Taichung for twenty years on charges of 'condoning his subordinates' armed rebellion and harboring spies plotting

against the emperor.'" The bearded old man sighed, "The general wasn't wrong. He opposed Chiang Ching-kuo's establishment of a political work system in the military, opposed the rule of secret agents, and opposed Chiang's unrealistic proposal to counterattack the mainland. He demanded that the government 'take care of Taiwan first.' Everyone knows that General Sun Li-ren's most important role was simply to hinder the expansion of Chiang Ching-kuo's power. Alas, the 'Rommel of the East' ultimately met the same fate as Rommel."

"Therefore, we must use our strength to help the general rise again," He Wuxing said, tears welling in his eyes.

The bearded old man asked in confusion, "We? How is that possible?"

"Yes, we can do it," He Wuxing said, clenching his fist.

The bearded old man looked at He Wuxing with a questioning gaze.

"Have you ever heard of 'Tai Chi Yin Halo'?" He Wuxing asked.

"Of course, that's a dragon's lair, a sacred place of feng shui, a place beyond reach and unattainable. I doubt I'll ever see it in my lifetime," sighed the bearded Taoist.

He Wuxing smiled and said, "That's not necessarily true."

The bearded Taoist was startled, his eyes widening as he stared directly at He Wuxing.

"At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, when Zhu Yuanzhang stationed his troops at Poyang Lake, preparing for a decisive battle with Chen Youliang, his strategist Liu Bowen found the Taiji Yang Halo and buried Zhu Yuanzhang's mother alive, breaking the 'Double Phoenix Facing the Sun' feng shui of Chen Youliang's ancestral tomb. This led to Zhu Yuanzhang's great defeat of Chen Youliang, ultimately making him the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty. The Taiji Halo is created by the essence of heaven and earth; once it's born, it's always a pair. Therefore, there is also a 'Taiji Yin Halo' that has never been used," He Wuxing said mysteriously.

"Oh, so the Taiji Yin Halo is in Wuyuan, Jiangxi," the bearded Taoist exclaimed in sudden realization.

"That's right, somewhere in Wuyuan, Jiangxi," He Wuxing said.

"Where exactly is it? What's the terrain like? Is it part of the Huangshan range?" the bearded Taoist asked impatiently.

He Wuxing shrugged and said, "Only Wu Daoming knows that."

"So, this 'Number One Feng Shui Master of Lingnan' isn't just a name without substance," the bearded Taoist pondered.

"Taoist Master, Magistrate Lu specifically instructed us that this matter concerns General Sun's life and safety, and we must not divulge it," He Wuxing warned.

"Of course, General Sun is a hero of the nation, and I would never do anything to harm him. By the way, does General Sun know about our operation?" the bearded Taoist asked.

"No, the General knows nothing about it. This was planned privately by Magistrate Lu and several colleagues from the Chinese Expeditionary Force. If the General knew, he certainly wouldn't agree; he wouldn't want more people to shed blood for his own personal reasons," He Wuxing shook his head.

"General Sun is indeed a man of great benevolence and righteousness. We are willing to go through fire and water for you," the bearded Taoist priest said solemnly.

"Official Lu instructed us that after the remains of the general's biological father are buried in the Taiji Yin Aura, that Wu Daoming couple must be eliminated on the spot to prevent future troubles," He Wuxing said decisively.

"Leave this matter to me," the bearded Taoist priest said with a hint of disdain.

"Master, General Sun's former residence is located on the southern slope of Jinniu Town in Lujiang. It is said to have had over a hundred rooms, but they were gradually demolished. The remaining site is now a middle school in Jinniu Town. His grandfather, Sun Bingyan, moved from the eastern part of Shucheng to the south of Jinniu Mountain in the early years of the Tongzhi reign, and the General was born there. The General's biological father, Sun Xize, was known as 'Sun the Second Beard.' His tomb is said to have been destroyed during the Cultural Revolution on the mainland. We need to find people who knew about this at the time, find the remains of the old man Sun, and then secretly bury them in the Taiji Yinyun. This matter needs to be resolved quickly. If it drags on, it will inevitably be exposed, and then we won't be able to return to Taiwan," He Wuxing said.

The bearded Master nodded and pondered, "We are not familiar with the situation on the mainland. I think it would be better to ask Wu Daoming for his opinion and see what he thinks."

He Wuxing nodded in agreement and said, "I'll go find him."

A moment later, Wu Daoming followed He Wuxing into the room.

“Mr. Wu, you are quite familiar with the situation on the mainland. Let’s discuss how to find Mr. Sun Xize’s tomb as soon as possible. It is said that the tomb was destroyed during the Cultural Revolution a few years ago. What do you think we should do?” He Wuxing said.

Wu Daoming thought for a moment and said, “During the Cultural Revolution on the mainland, all the culture of the previous dynasty was subject to eradication, such as historical sites, temples, and tombs. General Sun Liren was a high-ranking Kuomintang general, so it is to be expected that his ancestors’ tombs would not be preserved. I think there are two paths we can take. One is to investigate the original inhabitants under the guise of studying the history of the Party. There must be people who know about it. However, we need to contact the relevant departments of the Lujiang County government first and obtain permission. Otherwise, going down rashly will arouse suspicion from the masses and may be reported. We cannot withstand scrutiny and it will be easy to find out that we are from Taiwan.”

Everyone nodded. This was too risky.

"Secondly, we can deduce the approximate location of the tomb using feng shui theory. Based on the mountain shape, landform, watercourse, and energy field, and comparing it with General Sun's life destiny, we can calculate the specific location of the tomb. This method is rather secretive," Wu Daoming said.

"Haha, this is a great idea! We have the top feng shui master in Lingnan, a national treasure-level geomancer from Taiwan, and this humble Taoist priest. We can all compete and see who is more skilled and finds Sun Xize's tomb," the bearded Taoist priest chuckled.

"Very well, we will set off for Jinniu Town tomorrow," He Wuxing said.

Chapter 192

A group of people walked down Jinniu Mountain, stopping and starting. Although few tourists came here at this time of year, no one paid any attention. These people who looked like tourists were none other than the bearded Taoist priest and his companions.

The bearded Taoist priest gazed northwest, where he saw verdant peaks stretching as far as the eye could see, a vast and majestic expanse of rolling hills. He couldn't help but exclaim, "What a magnificent Dabie Mountains! Spanning three provinces and dividing the Yangtze and Huai Rivers, their grandeur is truly extraordinary!"

Wu Daoming nodded and explained, "The Dabie Mountains belong to the Qinling Mountains, located at the junction of Hubei, Henan, and Anhui provinces, the watershed between the Yangtze and Huai River systems. They generally run north-south. This area is a spur of the Dabie Mountains, a low-mountain and hilly region, making it difficult to find suitable burial sites."

"Mr. Wu, in which direction do you think Sun Xize's tomb might be?" the bearded Taoist priest asked.

Wu Daoming smiled faintly and said, "Could someone give a brief introduction to General Sun himself?"

He Wuxing replied, "General Sun Liren was born on December 8, 1900, the second of three brothers. His father, Sun Xize, died in 1932. In his early years, the General studied in the Department of Civil Engineering at Tsinghua University in Beijing. After graduation, he went to the United States on a government scholarship to study at Purdue University in Indiana. Later, he entered West Point Military Academy in Virginia, where he was classmates with renowned American generals George Marshall, Eisenhower, and Stilwell. He returned to China in 1928 and, through the introduction of Song Ziwen, joined the General Staff of the Army, Navy, and Air Force as deputy commander. After the Marco Polo Bridge Incident, the General led a regiment in the Battle of Shanghai, sustaining 13 wounds, one of which remains unremoved to this day. 1942..." In the spring, the Chinese Expeditionary Force was formed, and the general led the New 38th Division to Burma to fight against the Japanese army. In 1944, he became the commander of the New First Army. During the three-year expedition, he accumulated numerous military achievements and became known as the bravest general in the Chinese army. In 1950, he became the Commander-in-Chief of the Taiwan Army and concurrently the Commander-in-Chief of the Security Forces, holding the rank of Second-Class

Army General. General Sun was upright and incorruptible, with a frank and straightforward personality. For example, he often said, "I don't care about party affiliation; a soldier should do his part for the country and the nation." After the "Southern Anhui Incident" in 1941, the Kuomintang Central Committee strictly ordered all units to thoroughly investigate communists, but the general remained indifferent, which foreshadowed his later persecution. In June 1955, the general was dismissed from his post and placed under house arrest in Taichung because his subordinate, Guo Tingliang, plotted a military coup against President Chiang Kai-shek. He has been there for twenty years.

“General Sun’s deeds are indeed moving, but he is already seventy-five years old this year. Even if his ancestors’ remains are found and buried in the Taiji Yin Aura, it will take ten years for the effects to fully manifest. By then, the general will be eighty-five years old and very old,” Wu Daoming said with a puzzled expression.

He Wuxing said frankly, “Official Lu’s intention is to use the power of the Taiji Yin Aura to exonerate the general and release him as soon as possible, and to bring blessings to his descendants. There is no other intention.”

“I see. I understand now. We can begin our work,” Wu Daoming said.

The bearded Taoist pointed northwest and said, “Look, behind the pine forest in front, there’s a mountain hollow. The ancestral mountain and its surrounding features are clearly defined. A small river flows gracefully from left to right in front, its mouth tight, the plain wide and open. With Golden Ox Mountain as its backdrop, this is an excellent choice, surely containing a fine burial site.”

He Wuxing observed for a moment and praised, “Taoist Master, your insight is truly remarkable! But look at that towering cliff of the ancestral mountain behind, so rugged and imposing—it must be a place with the feng shui to produce a military general.”

The bearded Taoist nodded in satisfaction to He Wuxing, stroking his black goatee with pride, and said, “In feng shui, those who seek dragon veins and locate auspicious sites believe that the most valuable sites are those that can gather and retain qi. But the wind is fickle; if qi rides the wind, it will dissipate. Water is restrained; if qi…” When it encounters water, it can condense and gather. Therefore, the Book of Burial says, "Qi disperses when carried by the wind, and stops when it encounters water." Wind is yang and water is yin, and the key is to hide from the wind and gather qi.

He Wuxing shook his head and added, "Whenever flowing water comes to the front of the burial site, it must circle around to the left and right to be considered auspicious. However, the flowing water here turns away as soon as it reaches the mountain hollow without turning back. This is called 'reverse jumping water.' The Water Dragon Classification records, 'Reverse jumping water, shaped like a reverse bow, is also called reverse jumping water. This water leaks the qi of the hall and is heartless water.' General Sun suffered from this reverse jumping water in his later years, hence this calamity."

The bearded Taoist priest looked at Wu Daoming with self-satisfaction and said, "Mr. Wu, what do you think of my deduction?"

Wu Daoming was staring at Golden Ox Mountain in thought, his brows furrowed. The nun gently tugged at him.

Wu Daoming, realizing his mistake, shook his head and said, "I disagree. The *Xuexin Fu* says, 'Water that flows past a burial site and then bounces back is worthless.' The feng shui there is inauspicious, and General Sun's ancestors' tombs certainly wouldn't be there. Sun Xize was no ordinary man; he was skilled in both literature and commerce. He would have chosen a burial site that would bring wealth and prosperity to his descendants, and he abhorred war and violence. Therefore, I don't believe the tombs are in that mountain hollow."

The bearded Daoist, taken aback by this rebuke, immediately turned pale and said angrily, "Then, according to Mr. Wu's insight, it should be in..." " Where?"

Wu Daoming said, "First, the grave; second, the house; third, the birth chart; fourth, accumulating good deeds; fifth, studying. Choosing a burial site requires flexibility. A person's fate is influenced by more than just the burial site. The influence of the house on one's health, the fortune of one's birth chart, ancestral good deeds, and personal knowledge and open-mindedness are all important factors in shaping one's destiny."

He Wuxing smiled and said, "Mr. Wu, there's no need to explain further. Just tell me the location of the general's ancestors' graves."

The bearded Taoist priest glanced at Wu Daoming with disdain.

"Sun Xize's grave is right beneath our feet," Wu Daoming said.

He Wuxing and the bearded Taoist priest looked around, their faces filled with confusion.

"Look," Wu Daoming said, "this Golden Ox Mountain rises abruptly from the flat ground like a crouching ox, its belly constricted inwards, flanked by protective hills on both sides. The Azure Dragon on the left side of the burial site is not dormant, but rather raises its head high, defiant and unruly, refusing to submit, looking back and gazing sideways, displaying a posture of defiance—a sign of jealousy towards its master. The Burial Classic says, 'Therefore, a crouching tiger is said to be carrying a corpse, and a crouching dragon is said to be jealous of its master.' Moreover, rising abruptly from the ground without a gentle foothills or supporting branches is called 'a green dragon without feet,' which means the descendants risk extinction. General Sun was an unparalleled hero, defiant and unruly. In his middle age, he disobeyed Du Yuming in the expeditionary force, and later defied the Chiang family, father and son, all because of this Azure Dragon raising its head. However, the Green Dragon without feet led to internal strife." Wu Daoming explained eloquently.

"In that case," He Wuxing said, "please point out where the burial site is."

"Follow me." Wu Daoming took the lead and headed towards Jinniu Mountain. The mountain wasn't high, only about 100 meters. All of them were skilled in martial arts, and they quickly reached the summit.

Wu Daoming pointed northwest and said, "This branch of the dragon vein lies dormant underground, like waves or a galloping horse. When it comes, it's like a galloping horse, unstoppable; when it stops, it's like a corpse, lifeless. This indicates that the descendants of the tomb owner will be constantly moving, like a post horse, to achieve great fortune and prosperity. Once it stops, it signifies misfortune. General Sun's triumph on the battlefield is auspicious, but his confinement in Taiwan is inauspicious."

He Wuxing and the bearded Taoist priest exchanged glances, speechless.

"Also, the plot of land facing southeast, the burial site is shaped like a hoe, divided into three parts, with a prominent middle section. This indicates that the tomb owner has three male descendants, with the second son being the most respected and having the longest lifespan," Wu Daoming explained.

“Mr. Wu is right. The general’s elder brother died in Japan in his early years, and his younger brother died during the Cultural Revolution. Do you have any further evidence?” He Wuxing couldn’t help but feel a deep respect.

Wu Daoming looked at the nun, whose gaze was filled with admiration and tenderness.

“It’s very simple. See that large, dark blue stone embedded in the back of the Azure Dragon Sand? There should still be a piece of shrapnel on the left side of the general’s spine.” Wu Daoming said, his eyes full of pride as he looked at the nun.

“The thirteenth piece of shrapnel that the general couldn’t remove is in his back, diagonally inserted into the spine from the left side, so it cannot be surgically removed.” He Wuxing said in astonishment.

“Blow up that piece of shrapnel, and the general can have surgery.” Wu Daoming said with a smile.

Suddenly, the nun said, "Someone's coming."

The sound of chopping wood came from the woods behind the mountain. Everyone listened intently. Amidst the chopping sounds, a low, mournful song could be heard: "Our army must rise to prominence, united in spirit and without deceit, determined to save the nation from peril. Our brave warriors can defend the four corners of the earth, unafraid of swords and spears, vowing to subdue the enemy. We will personally lead our troops to the death, serving on the battlefield—only then can we be considered true sons.

First, our bodies must be strong, our muscles and bones forged like tempered steel. We will not complain of injury in the sweltering heat or the freezing winter, enduring hardship as a matter of course. We will eat only chaff and bran when hungry, and sleep on firewood. We will even taste gall, learning from King Goujian.

Morality must be promoted, upholding propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame." "Who pays our wages? The people's hard-earned money and the public's grain. We must be vigilant at every step, guarding

against arrogance and corruption. The superiors set an example, and the military and national regulations must never be forgotten. We bear great responsibilities, and we will not yield even to the most righteous among our troops. Standing tall and proud, we always keep our duties in mind. If we love our country, our country will be strong; if we love our people, our people will be healthy. Protecting the people and being pillars of the nation is the priority of our army."

Chapter 193

"Strange, this is the anthem of the New First Army of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, and also the division anthem of the New 38th Division. The general, imprisoned at home

, often hums it softly. I've heard it several times. Today, I never expected to hear it in enemy-occupied territory on the mainland." He Wuxing said in extreme surprise. "Let's go take a look." The bearded Taoist priest said, taking the lead towards the pine forest, and everyone followed closely behind.

On the riverbank in the distance, a couple of tourists sat. The woman was nestled in her husband's arms, and the young man was holding a small high-powered telescope, observing the movements on the mountain.

"Section Chief, is that grave here?" Lieutenant Li asked in a coquettish voice. Since what happened last night, the two had been inseparable, even though she knew Section Chief Huang was married.

"Yes, judging from their pointing, the grave should be on this Golden Ox Mountain. They're heading towards the back of the mountain now," Section Chief Huang said, watching their figures through his binoculars.

"Should we follow them?" Lieutenant Li asked.

"No, that would give us away," Section Chief Huang said.

"Then we..." Lieutenant Li's eyes became misty, her full breasts heaving.

"We can wait..." Section Chief Huang lowered his binoculars, wrapped his arms around Lieutenant Li, and gently pressed his lips to hers.

In the woods behind the mountain, a woodcutter looked at the strangers with suspicion.

He was an old man in his fifties or sixties dressed in local clothes, holding a wood-chopping knife, his face dark, his clothes shiny with grease.

"Fellow villager, you sing very well. What song is it?" He Wuxing asked.

"Who are you?" the old man asked warily.

"We're tourists, sightseeing on Jinniu Mountain, and we came down following the song," He Wuxing said with a smile.

"Oh, it's nothing, just a Tongcheng folk song," the old man said, bending down to tie firewood with ropes.

Suddenly, the bearded Taoist priest said, "Fellow villager, the New 38th Division's anthem isn't some local folk song."

The old man was shocked, stammering and unable to speak, his face filled with terror.

"Don't be afraid, fellow villager, we're not from the government," Wu Daoming, knowing the source of the people's fear, quickly reassured him.

"Then who are you…" the old man asked doubtfully, his tense expression easing slightly.

"We are friends of General Sun Liren," He Wuxing said slowly.

The old man froze, staring at them blankly, speechless for a long time.

"Fellow villager, you're from the Chinese Expeditionary Force, aren't you?" Wu Daoming asked tentatively.

After a long while, the old man finally nodded.

Taking the opportunity, He Wuxing asked, "Are you from the New 38th Division?"

The old man slowly replied, "I'm Sun Daniu, a soldier in the 2nd Battalion, 2nd Regiment, New 38th Division."

"You're also surnamed Sun? Are you related to General Sun Liren?" Wu Daoming asked.

"The commander is my distant uncle." A hint of pride appeared on the old man's face.

"I heard you once wiped out the Japanese Kyushu Yonekuru Division? Can you tell us about it?" He Wuxing said with admiration. He was a very shrewd man and knew how to flatter and ingratiate himself.

A slight smile appeared on Sun Daniu's face. He took a cigarette from Ah Xiong, lit it, took a deep drag, and exhaled a large smoke ring.

"You know the 'Yekuru Division'? That was the most elite unit of the Japanese army, entirely composed of miners from northern Kyushu. They were fierce in battle and extremely disciplined. The 'July 7th Incident at Lugou Bridge' was launched by this division, and they also committed the Nanjing Massacre. In Singapore in 1942, the Yekuru Division's 30,000 Japanese troops captured 80,000 British troops, shocking the world. They were invincible. But when they met General Sun and his men, they were completely finished. Our New 38th Division was the Chinese army's revenge force, equipped entirely with American weapons. Our infantry were all armed with Thompson submachine guns. With a flick of their fingers, bullets flew like beans. The Japanese Type 38 rifles couldn't handle it. But the Japanese were clever too. When we were retracing our steps through the Hukawng Valley, they surrounded our advance force's 2nd Battalion on the Galasu Heights. Relying on their numbers, they waited until we ran out of shells, bullets, and food before launching a full-scale attack." Sun Daniu recounted the story vividly, spitting as he spoke with pride.

"Wouldn't that be very dangerous?" the nun said anxiously.

Sun Daniu waved his hand and said, "It's alright. The Americans airdropped us ammunition, canned food, medicine, and water, as well as razors, sleeping bags, underpants, champagne, a hand-cranked phonograph, and records—all in English, which we couldn't understand. The funniest thing was that the American pilots even humorously dropped down a sack full of photos of naked women, which made everyone lose their will to fight..." As he said this, a childlike, innocent, and shy smile appeared on his face.

"I heard that General Sun ordered the execution of Japanese prisoners of war?" Wu Daoming asked.

"Yes, after the battle, the division's staff officers asked General Sun how to deal with the captured Japanese soldiers. The general ordered with disgust, 'These bastards! Go and interrogate them. Anyone who has been to China, shoot them on the spot. Do this from now on.' The Mikuru Division had burned, killed, raped, and looted in China. In Nanjing alone, they killed more than 300,000 of our civilians. Every one of them had the blood of Chinese people on their hands. Therefore, later, the various units simply canceled interrogations. Anyone captured as Japanese was shot on the spot or beheaded according to Chinese punishment, an eye for an eye, avenging the people. From then on, the New 38th Division went on a killing spree. Until the end of the war, no Japanese prisoner could escape the punishment of our vengeful army." Sun Daniu spoke passionately, as if he had returned to the battlefield with his sword and spear.

"Amitabha... war is too cruel," the nun murmured beside him.

At this moment, the old man, Sun Daniu, suddenly realized something and asked in confusion, "You are General Sun's friends? Where did you come from?"

He Wuxing frankly replied, "Mr. Sun, to be honest, we are from Taiwan."

"Ah!" Sun Daniu couldn't help but exclaim, then lowered his voice and said, "Are you Taiwanese spies? No, I mean, you are..."

He Wuxing smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, we are from Taiwan. A few days ago, I met General Sun Liren in Taichung. He has always been thinking about his hometown in Lujiang."

"And his father Sun Xize's grave," the bearded Taoist priest added.

"Oh," the old man said, his heart finally at ease. "The commander's younger brother died a few years ago. His family's more than one hundred houses were all distributed to the villagers long ago, with only about ten left to be used as a middle school. Grandpa Sun's grave was leveled, but his remains are still there. I've been secretly watching over them. You can tell the commander not to worry when you go back. With me, Sun Daniu, here, I will definitely protect his family's ancestral graves."

"Where is Grandpa Sun's grave? Take us to see it, take a picture, and bring it back to the general," He Wuxing coaxed.

Sun Daniu thought for a moment and finally said, "Alright, come with me."

The old man picked up his firewood and followed the mountain path to the front of Jinniu Mountain.

"Look, it's right here. There used to be a large stone tablet, but it was all smashed by the people," Sun Daniu said, pointing to a flat area in a hollow in the mountain.

That was the place where Wu Daoming had previously speculated about the location of the grave.

It proved that the number one feng shui master in Lingnan was indeed far more skilled than the bearded Taoist priest and He Wuxing. At this moment, the bearded Taoist priest's face turned pale and then green.

The nun smiled proudly.

He Wuxing took out a Zeiss SLR camera, adjusted the aperture, shutter speed, and focus, and took several pictures in a row.

"Mr. Sun, we plan to take Grandpa Sun's remains back to Taiwan. It's been 43 years. The general wants to bury his father's remains next to him so that a memorial service can be held, with incense offered morning and evening. Can you help us?" He Wuxing put down the camera and asked tentatively.

"This..." Sun Daniu hesitated. He was worried about this group of complete strangers, so he stammered, "This... I can't agree to that unless it's the General himself..."

The bearded Taoist priest said impatiently, "We ourselves..."

He Wuxing stopped the priest from continuing, and said kindly to Sun Daniu, "Mr. Sun, you are a relative of the General and a soldier of the Chinese Expeditionary Force. We won't make things difficult for you. Since we've arrived in Jinniu Town, why don't you come to my house for a while? Is that convenient?"

Sun Daniu quickly replied, "Yes, it's convenient. I live alone in two dilapidated thatched huts."

He Wuxing gave a wink, and the bearded Taoist priest understood. He said nothing more, and everyone followed Sun Daniu towards the small village south of Jinniu Mountain.

On the riverbank, Section Chief Huang saw this group heading towards the nearby village but didn't move, continuing to observe through his binoculars.

These were two dilapidated thatched huts, standing forlornly at the north end of the small village. The huts were empty and destitute. He Wuxing's eyes caught sight of the hoe and shovel leaning against the mud walls.

"Where are your family?" the nun asked Sun Daniu.

"I'm a bachelor, unable to marry, all because of my 'historical counter-revolutionary' class background," Sun Daniu sighed.

"Weren't you a member of the Chinese Expeditionary Force who fought against the Japanese?" the nun asked, puzzled.

"But that was the Kuomintang reactionary army, so I couldn't hold my head high. That's how I've lived all these years," Sun Daniu explained with a bitter expression.

"I'll make you some tea," Sun Daniu said, preparing to start a fire to boil water.

“No need, Mr. Sun. You are an anti-Japanese soldier of the New 38th Division. On behalf of General Sun Liren, I'm giving you some consolation money. Here, you can take it,” He Wuxing said, holding a stack of RMB worth about two or three thousand yuan. “However, you must agree to let us open the coffin, retrieve Sun Xize's remains, and take them back to Taiwan to give to the general. What do you think?”

The bearded Taoist priest was already standing behind Sun Daniu.

Sun Daniu looked at the stack of banknotes—a huge sum—but he still shook his head and said, “No one can touch the Sun family's ancestral graves without the army commander's personal order.”

“Really not okay?” He Wuxing waved the banknotes in his hand.

“No.” Sun Daniu's tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

He Wuxing raised his eyes and looked at the bearded Taoist priest.

The bearded Taoist priest understood, and with a swift movement, gently pressed his palm on Sun Daniu's crown, making a “plop” sound.

Wu Daoming and the master were shocked and tried to stop him, but it was too late.

A look of bewilderment crossed Sun Daniu's face, blood slowly seeping from his ears, eyes, nostrils, and mouth... The bearded Taoist gently withdrew his hand, and Sun Daniu's body collapsed in front of the stove, his eyes wide with confusion, staring blankly at everyone.

"What are you doing!" The nun glared angrily at the bearded Taoist.

The bearded Taoist scoffed dismissively, saying, "He hindered our plans."

Wu Daoming said discontentedly, "There was no need to kill him. Stimulating his pressure points would have been enough."

He Wuxing chuckled, "Alright, he's already dead. What's the use of saying all this? Since a murder has occurred, we need to start exhuming the body and opening the coffin immediately. We must leave Lujiang today."

Wu Daoming shook his head, closed Sun Daniu's eyes, stood up, went to the nun's side, and gently stroked her arm, comforting his junior sister.

He Wuxing grabbed Sun Daniu's corpse and placed it on the bed inside the house. Then he pulled over a greasy, tattered quilt with exposed cotton and covered him with it.

The bearded Taoist priest and Ah Xiong picked up hoes and shovels and headed forward. He Wuxing shrugged, indicating helplessness, and quickly went out as well.

"Junior sister, let's go," Wu Daoming sighed.

"Brother, these people are wicked and vicious. We should leave," the nun said worriedly.

Wu Daoming pondered, "Yes, we'll see how things go when we get to Jiangxi."

Chapter 194

"They're back, with their gear. Looks like they're going to dig up the grave," Section Chief Huang said softly, sitting on the riverbank.

Lieutenant Li, lying face down on the section chief's lap, tensed up immediately. "What do we do?" he asked, clumsily tucking Section Chief Huang's penis back into his pants and zipping it up.

"Don't get up. Keep watching them," Section Chief Huang said righteously.

He adjusted the focus of his binoculars, wondering, "Something's strange. Where's that villager who went back to the village with them?"

Through the binoculars, he could clearly see the bearded Taoist priest and his assistant digging away with all their might, while He Wuxing looked around warily. Only the elderly nun and Wu Daoming from Hong Kong stood somewhat out of place under a pine tree.

"Brother, they're going to bury the remains in the Taiji Yin Aura. Can we return to Wuyuan tomorrow or the day after?" The nun felt a surge of excitement at the thought of returning to her hometown. She had traveled to many places over the past few months, but she felt that Wuyuan was still the best.

Wu Daoming nodded, comforting her, "Do you miss the Nameless Nunnery? We can sneak over to see it this time."

The nun sighed, "And Mingyue, I wonder how they are."

"After burying the remains tomorrow or the day after, I'll accompany you to the Nameless Nunnery first, then to the Poyang Lake Valley to see Mingyue," Wu Daoming said softly.

"Got it!" The bearded Taoist priest exclaimed softly from the other side.

Wu Daoming and the nun hurriedly went forward to look, and saw a dark brown coffin lid in a pit more than a meter deep, surrounded by clumps of solidified white lime.

"Dig it open," He Wuxing ordered.

Ah Xiong swung his hoe hard, and the coffin lid shattered... "Be careful of the corpse's aura!" He Wuxing shouted, then took out a packet of powder from his pocket and sprinkled it into the pit. It was a specially prepared corpse-dissolving powder that could neutralize the toxic light gray or even black corpse's aura, a kind of incantation magic.

After the lingering stench of the corpse dissipated, Ah Xiong pried open most of the coffin lid, revealing a dark yellow skeleton lying inside, half-buried in fine dust.

He Wuxing looked up at the sky and said, "While the thin clouds are obscuring the sun, quickly take out the bag and collect the bones. Be careful to look for any burial items."

Ah Xiong put on a pair of white gloves, jumped into the coffin, took a travel bag handed to him by the bearded Taoist priest, and began to collect the bones into the bag.

Wu Daoming observed and said, "The soil is fine and firm, without any dampness or seepage. The dragon's belly energy is gathered, which is very auspicious. It's a pity that such an auspicious site is being used for an inauspicious burial. The dragon's head is weak, so a sudden burial site should be used. The energy is deep and the burial site is yin, so a deep burial is advisable. This burial site is too shallow, and the wind is dry and harsh, so the effort is too small to achieve great things, ultimately bringing misfortune to the general."

"Mr. Wu is right. I don't know what kind of half-baked geomancer we hired back then, causing the general to suffer misfortune in his later years," He Wuxing said indignantly.

"It's all collected, and no burial items were found," Ah Xiong

said, jumping up from the pit. "Good, let's leave Lujiang immediately. We don't need to go back to the county guesthouse; let's head straight to Jiangxi," He Wuxing said with satisfaction.

The bearded Taoist priest tossed his shovel into the pit, brushed the dust off his clothes, and chuckled, "Mr. Wu, the next step is up to you."

They left Jinniu Mountain and headed towards the town. Section

Chief Huang and Lieutenant Li arrived at the pit.

"This is the old tomb they've been searching for all this way. What are they going to do with the bones they've collected?" Section Chief Huang pondered.

"Yes, what use would bones from decades ago have?" Lieutenant Li was even more puzzled.

"In short, there's definitely a conspiracy involved," Section Chief Huang said decisively.

On the way from the Bank of China in Wuyuan County to the county public security bureau, Han Sheng, Liu Jinmo, and the old ancestor were being escorted by the police

. A man standing in front of a shop on the side of the street saw this scene from afar and was somewhat confused. He quickly bought his things and hurried back to a small inn in the alley. After entering his room, he gently closed the door and said, "Master, I just saw Han Sheng and Liu Jinmo on the street, and..."

"Speak, why are you hesitating?" Yang Gong muttered unhappily.

"And the old ancestor," Qian Laoda said softly, glancing at the old woman sitting cross-legged on the bed.

The old woman rolled her eyes and said to Yang Gong in a strange, shrill voice, "Old ancestor? Is that your old flame?"

Yang Gong looked embarrassed and asked Qian Laoda, "What are they doing?"

"The police arrested them from the bank," Qian Laoda described what he had seen.

"No, the seven-day deadline has passed, and I haven't retrieved my 'Guo Gong Burial Ruler' yet. I have to go rescue Han Sheng." The old woman stretched out her legs and got off the bed.

"Junior sister, this matter is quite strange. Don't rush. You two keep an eye on the children. I'll go out and investigate." Yang Gong said with a heavy heart.

The bandages binding the two infants had been removed last night, and Qian Laoda had even given them a bath. As for the children's physical condition, there was no improvement. The wrinkled baby girl could still drink some milk, but Shen Caihua lay in the corner, neither eating nor drinking, and his body had obviously become thinner, with red blood vessels filling his dark pupils.

Yang Gong also wanted to see Han Sheng as soon as possible. He had no interest in the Burial Ruler; he only wanted to ask Han Sheng how to treat his and the ancestor's child.

He walked to the street, looked back, and then slipped into the post office.

Finally, that familiar voice from the capital came through the telephone receiver. Yang Gong gave a brief and quick report of the situation.

"You mean Liu Jinmo was arrested and taken to the Wuyuan County Public Security Bureau today?" the man asked.

"Yes, I'm considering sneaking into the Public Security Bureau tonight and killing Liu Jinmo," Yang Gong replied.

The man pondered for a moment and said, "No, Huang Qianhui, the director of the Wuyuan County Revolutionary Committee, has been assassinated. You go find him immediately and are responsible for his safety. For now, you must obey his orders, understand? As for Liu Jinmo, since he's already in the Public Security Bureau, he won't have a chance to leave alive. I'll make the arrangements."

The phone clicked off, and a busy tone sounded.

After confirming the news, Yang Gong went straight to the inpatient department of the county hospital.

Inside the ward, Huang Qianhui was talking to Meng Zhuqi. He was startled when Yang Gong pushed the door open. Meng Zhuqi immediately recognized him as the recipient of the letter he had met at the small inn a month ago, so he whispered a few words in his brother-in-law's ear.

Upon hearing this, Huang Qiansui smiled and quickly stood up to shake Yang Gong's hand, saying, "I am Huang Qiansui, and this is my brother-in-law, Meng Zhuqi. You've met before. I just received a call from Beijing, and you've arrived. That's wonderful! I'll arrange for you to stay at my house. Is anyone else with you?"

Yang Gong nodded and said, "There are three of us in total."

Huang Qiansui said, "We're being discharged from the hospital today. Zhuqi, go and call Dean Jing."

Meng Zhuqi responded and went out.

"I will follow your orders here and be responsible for your safety," Yang Gong said. "We'll discuss the specifics after we get home," Huang Qiansui nodded.

The door opened, and Jing Taiji walked in. He was surprised to see Yang Gong and said, "Senior Brother Yang Gong, what are you doing here?"

Yang Gong smiled slightly and said, "Director Huang and I are old acquaintances. I came here specifically to pay a visit."

Huang Qiansui asked in surprise, "You know each other?"

Jing Taiji said, "He's my senior brother." But in his heart, he thought, "An old acquaintance? I don't believe it."

Huang Qianhui said to Jing Taiji, "Dean Jing, we'll be discharged immediately and move home. Xiaobing will continue his treatment."

"Alright, I'll handle the formalities," Jing Taiji agreed.

Yang Gong followed Huang Qianhui and Meng Zhuqi to the secluded mansion in the city. Yang Gong secretly thought, "Good, living here is both secluded and comfortable.

" "Director Huang, I heard Liu Jinmo and Han Sheng were arrested by the Public Security Bureau. Do you know about this?" Yang Gong asked.

"Oh, Han Sheng smuggled himself into Hong Kong. The Public Security Bureau suspects they had contact with Taiwanese intelligence agencies in Hong Kong and is investigating," Huang Qianhui said, blinking. "

Nonsense, nobody believes that," Yang Gong thought to himself.

Yang Gong returned to the small inn, informed the old woman of the situation, then, carrying the wrinkled baby girl, and with Qian Laoda carrying Shen Caihua, they all went to Huang's residence.

Qian Laoda thought to himself, "This is it, we've walked into the tiger's den." A few days ago, he and Zhu Biao had sneaked into this mansion at night. He had stolen some money and food coupons, but Zhu Biao had died here. Since he was already here, he had no

choice but to pretend to be deaf and dumb. Huang Qiansui looked at the two babies in surprise. Yang Gong introduced the wrinkled baby girl as his daughter. Huang Qiansui and Meng Zhuqi looked at Yang Gong, then at the wrinkled baby girl, and couldn't stop smiling.

"This baby boy is Zhu Biao's son from Nanshan Village," Qian Laoda said tentatively, observing Director Huang's reaction.

"Zhu Biao?" Huang Qiansui and Meng Zhuqi looked at each other, puzzled. "Zhu Biao has never been married."

Actually, Meng Zhuqi had seen Xiao Caihua at Dr. Zhu's house before, but he couldn't remember clearly. Most babies look similar, and ghost babies grow much faster than normal babies. Now he looks like he's already two years old.

"It's true, and we've even seen his wife," Qian Laoda said with a smile.

"Ah, his wife?" Huang Qianhui looked at his brother-in-law, while Meng Zhuqi shook his head decisively.

"Her name is Shen Caihua," said the eldest brother, Qian.

Meng Zhuqi's face changed drastically upon hearing this, and he stammered, "You, you said Shen Caihua!"

Although the eldest brother wasn't a kind person, he still possessed the straightforwardness typical of people from Northeast China. He felt a sense of sympathy for Zhu Biao, even though he wasn't a good person, because he acted like a man on his deathbed. He wanted to provoke Meng Zhuqi and vent his anger.

"That's right, Shen Caihua has fair skin and a pretty face. She and Zhu Biao were very affectionate and a perfect match," the eldest brother described, embellishing the description.

Meng Zhuqi stared nervously at Huang Qianhui, his face turning purplish-red.

Huang Qiansui stared warily at Qian Laoda and slowly said, "How do you know Zhu Biao?"

Yang Gong chimed in, "I know that kid Zhu Biao too, and I've also met Shen Caihua, but she's a 'yin corpse'."

"A 'yin corpse'?" Huang Qiansui asked, puzzled.

Yang Gong explained, "A 'yin corpse' is someone who died unjustly and harbored resentment, then turned into a zombie. They like to bite people's necks, and they're very fierce." When

Meng Zhuqi heard the words "died unjustly," he recalled the bloody scene outside Zhu Biao's house that night, where two militiamen had their necks bitten off, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"Alright, let's not talk about these superstitious things anymore. So where are Zhu Biao and Shen Caihua now?" Huang Qiansui asked intently.

Old Master Qian shook his head and said, "My master and I met at the Tianmen Inn in Xiangxi a month ago."

Yang Gong nodded and said, "Yes, he was with Han Sheng and the others at the time. Does Zhu Biao have some kind of grudge against Director Huang?"

"Ah, nothing. Let's have dinner first; it's getting late," Huang Qian Sui said, changing the subject.

The group arrived at the restaurant, where a table had already been set. The food was plentiful, and there was also a jar of local rice wine.

"Director Huang, senior brothers and sisters, I specially brought wine to welcome you," Jing Taiji appeared at the restaurant entrance, carrying two bottles of Guizhou Moutai.

Yang Gong and Old Lady Yin had smuggled themselves back from Hong Kong, and after several days of eating and sleeping outdoors with their two babies, they were finally able to have a proper meal tonight. He even fed the wrinkled baby girl some meat broth from time to time.

Shen Caihua, on the other hand, was left on a stool to the side, his little belly flat. Watching those people eating and drinking heartily, a long-suppressed resentment was gradually building up.

Jing Taiji saw Shen Caihua and felt an unusual discomfort in his groin. He glared at him fiercely, gritting his teeth as he thought he must kill this little devil with his own hands.

"Senior Sister, when can we hand him over to Junior Brother for disposal?" Jing Taiji asked hatefully.

"Don't rush, wait until Hansheng returns that ruler," the old hag said shrilly.

Huang Qiansui looked at Jing Taiji deeply and said, "Dean Jing, you want to..."

Jing Taiji briefly explained how Shen Caihua had ruined his manhood. Huang Qiansui nodded after listening; it turned out Jing Taiji was in the same boat.

"Dispose of him as soon as possible to prevent future troubles," he said, picking up a piece of pork belly and putting it in his mouth.

Shen Caihua's two bloodshot, dark pupils were silently contracting and expanding, an invisible aura of malevolence enveloping his entire body.

"Mom," he murmured softly...

Chapter 195

A van bearing the county public security bureau's insignia sped towards the county seat, then suddenly braked and stopped on the side of the road after more than ten minutes.

The two policemen looked down in surprise at the pistols they were holding, and said in astonishment, "Huh, what happened? Why did you pull out your guns?"

Chief Lei, having recovered slightly from his initial shock, immediately disarmed the other officer.

"What's wrong with you two! You actually threatened me with a gun? From now on, you're suspended from duty and will be subject to organizational investigation," Chief Lei said angrily.

The two policemen looked at each other, confused, and said, "What happened to us?"

"Keep driving, we'll talk about it back at the county bureau," Chief Lei ordered.

Back at the county bureau, Chief Lei angrily led the two disarmed officers to the office of Director Zhang, who was in charge of political security.

Director Zhang listened carefully to Section Chief Lei's report, then looked up and asked the two dejected police officers, "How do you explain this?"

"We really don't know what happened, we just felt that the house was very eerie, haunted, and there was even a ghost wall..." the two stammered.

"Hmph, you're supposed to be police officers, yet you're so superstitious! From now on, you two are suspended from duty and must submit a formal written report to the Party Committee. Your firearms are temporarily confiscated. Go!" Director Zhang reprimanded.

"Director, should we send someone to search again?" Section Chief Lei asked for instructions.

Director Zhang gave a sly smile and said, "A token amount will suffice. Zhu Hansheng is just an ordinary farmer. Look at his simple-minded appearance, how could he be a Chiang Kai-shek agent? The Taiwanese intelligence agencies aren't made of pigs. What valuable intelligence could they possibly obtain from a barefoot doctor like him? Besides, such a huge sum of money, to say it's intelligence funding, anyone who believes that must be out of their mind." Section

Chief Lei didn't speak. He let the higher-ups handle things; he wasn't going to worry about it. So he quietly awaited his leader's next instructions.

Director Zhang said, "The only suspicious thing is where Zhu Hansheng got such a huge sum of money. Once we figure that out, everything will be clear. Don't rush, go back and rest first. We should wait for the county committee's instructions. We'll do whatever they say."

"Yes." Section Chief Lei turned and left.

Hmm, what's Director Huang's purpose in focusing on Zhu Hansheng? Whatever, let those guys stay inside. I need to go back early too. Tonight, the county government auditorium is showing an internal film, "Manhunt." This is the first time a Japanese film has ever been shown. It's said to be about the Japanese public security front. My wife and kids are already waiting to go see it together, Director Zhang thought leisurely.

As night fell, the police officers in the detention center in the backyard of the county public security bureau left their dinners inside the iron gate and went home one after another. Everyone had received their tickets for "Manhunt" and left happily, leaving only the two police officers on duty in the gatehouse and the dim light in the backyard corridor.

The old patriarch glanced at the dinner left outside the iron bars; each person had nothing more than a bowl of porridge, crispy rice, and a pickled chili pepper.

"Sigh, no wine. Life on Tianmen Mountain was so much better," the old patriarch sighed repeatedly.

"Hansheng, have some porridge," Liu Jinmo said, bringing over the bowls. The handcuffs had already been removed when he was put in the cell.

Hansheng said thoughtfully, "Mr. Liu, this doesn't seem to make sense. It seems someone is trying to frame me. Who could it be?"

"Only Huang Qiansui could do this," Liu Jinmo pondered.

"Why?" Hansheng muttered to himself.

"Here's what I'll do. I'll go out and inquire. This broken iron cage can't do anything to me, Liu Jinmo. Shh, someone's climbing over the wall." As Liu Jinmo spoke, he suddenly raised a finger alertly.

A slight sound of something falling to the ground came from the courtyard, and a moment later, footsteps quietly approached the iron bars.

"Hansheng." In the dim light, Wu Chushanren's figure appeared.

"Uncle Shanren!" Hansheng exclaimed softly.

"Are you all alright? The police came to Nanshan Village to raid our homes today, and that's when we found out what happened. I think it must have been Huang Qiansui and Meng Zhuqi who did it," Wu Chushanren said in a low voice.

"Why would they do that?" Hansheng asked, puzzled.

"Well, I guess it's because of Meng Hongbing's pig testicle transplant," Wu Chushanren said.

"That pig testicle..." Hansheng blushed, looking embarrassed, but he couldn't care less about himself and asked worriedly, "Is Lan'er alright?" "

Lan'er is fine. Granny Wang is taking care of her, so you can rest assured. Hansheng, we can't confront the government head-on. You two should hold out for the night. I'll go and find out what's going on. Remember, never offend those powerful and influential people in the future. You and Lan'er still have a long way to go in life," Wu Chushanren said, his mood seemingly particularly heavy.

Han Sheng nodded and said, "Uncle Shanren, I understand. You go back and take care of Lan'er. Mr. Liu and the Old Ancestor are here with you. Tell your father and Lan'er not to worry, everything will be alright. Also, have Yang Gong and Yin Po returned to Nanshan Village today?"

Shanren shook his head and said, "Not yet, why?"

Han Sheng said worriedly, "Today is the eighth day. The Old Yin Po used Shen Caihua to blackmail Guo Gong for the Burial Ruler. Granny Wang is waiting for their arrival to rescue the two children. The ghost infant and the Old Ancestor's daughter's Ren and Du meridians are mutually absorbing each other, and their Yin and Yang are mutually nourishing and harmonizing. However, the Ren and Du meridians are the path of life and death. When the bandages on the two infants are removed in seven days, they need to be guided by internal force to pass through three trials."

"What three trials?" the Old Ancestor asked anxiously from behind.

"The three gates of a person can determine life or death: the upper Jade Pillow, the middle Kidney Spine, and the lower Tailbone. Only when the Qi passes through these three gates can the bones store marrow, the vessels store blood, the marrow store Qi, and the brain store essence. All Qi, blood, essence, and marrow then ascend to the Niwan Palace," Han Sheng explained.

"Oh dear, what if no one helps the child pass through these three gates? Will there be any danger?" The old ancestor became even more anxious.

Han Sheng shook his head and said, "There won't be any danger to his life, but the Yin and Yang of the two meridians will be blocked, doubling his power. Shen Caicai might become even more bloodthirsty, and the female infant's temperament might also follow suit."

The old ancestor paced anxiously on the ground, saying, "Why haven't those damned Yang Gong and Yin Po returned yet?"

Han Sheng comforted him, "Ancestor, don't worry, there are still other ways to remedy the situation."

Wu Chushan gave Han Sheng a few instructions, then said, "Han Sheng, I'm going. Trust me, things will be resolved quickly."

Wu Chushan quietly withdrew, leaped onto the wall, and headed towards the Huang family's deep mansion.

The wrinkled baby girl had been fed quite a bit of milk, and her belly gradually swelled. Old Man Yang, well past seventy, had unexpectedly conceived a child and was naturally overjoyed with her. However, seven days had passed, and the wrinkles on the baby's skin showed no improvement, causing him to lose interest.

The old hag watched him gleefully and said, "This girl looks like a little monkey; she'll never get married when she grows up."

With a "smack," the wrinkled baby girl spat a small wad of sticky phlegm at the old hag, which landed in the soup bowl in front of her. The phlegm was greenish-blue, floating conspicuously on the yellow egg drop soup.

The old hag was furious, cursing, "This disgusting little monster, so disrespectful!"

The wrinkled baby girl looked at the old hag with a mocking gaze, then suddenly "waa!" vomited up all the milk she had drunk, splashing it all over the table.

Old Man Yang was immediately embarrassed and flustered.

Upon seeing this, Huang Qianhui felt nauseous and lost her appetite. She waved to Meng Zhuqi and said, "Zhuqi, I see the two babies are sleepy. Take them back to their rooms to rest."

Meng Zhuqi took the wrinkled baby girl and held her in his arms. Then, he scooped Shen Caihua up from the stool and carried her out of the dining room, heading towards the west wing of the back courtyard. Yang Gong was arranged to stay there, close to the main house, to protect Huang Qianhui.

Once inside the room, Shen Caihua was thrown roughly onto the bed.

"You son of Zhu Biao, see how I deal with you!" Meng Zhuqi cursed incessantly.

At that moment, a dark figure scaled the courtyard wall and landed in the backyard. Hearing Meng Zhuqi's shouts, it crept over.

Shen Caihua glared angrily at Meng Zhuqi, her dark pupils rapidly contracting and focusing, her small tongue licking her dry lips.

Just as Meng Zhuqi bent down to put down the wrinkled baby girl, the starving Shen Caihua suddenly attacked. With a "whoosh," he leaped from the bed and lightning-fast bit into Meng Zhuqi's neck, his sharp teeth slicing into the carotid artery. Warm blood sizzled and dripped into Shen Caihua's mouth.

Meng Zhuqi let out a piercing scream, exceptionally loud in the night.

Wu Chushan, who was traveling at night, heard the commotion and rushed into the room. The bloody scene before him shocked him.

Meng Zhuqi stood on the ground, a blank smile on his face. Shen Caihua clung to his left shoulder, his teeth biting into his neck, desperately sucking Meng Zhuqi's arterial blood, drops of red liquid trickling down his lips. Meanwhile, on the right side of Meng Zhuqi's neck, a wrinkled baby girl clung, her tiny hands gripping Meng Zhuqi's right ear, having already bitten through the skin of his neck and was gnawing deeper...

Chapter 196

Meng Zhuqi's sudden scream echoed into the dining room.

"Not good!" Yang Gong shouted, pressing his hands down and leaping from his chair, soaring over the dining table and rushing out the door towards the backyard.

The west wing was lit, and two infants were viciously clinging to Meng Zhuqi, sucking his blood. Facing them was Shen Caihua, wriggling his white bottom and desperately pulling and biting at Meng Zhuqi's neck.

Without thinking, Yang Gong spat out a mouthful of sticky phlegm with a whooshing sound, aiming straight for Shen Caihua's back… Yang Gong was ordered to protect Huang Qiansui, and this sudden mishap upon arrival was incredibly embarrassing, so he used all his strength from the start. "

Not good!" Wu Chushan thought to himself. Just from the sharp sound of the weapon cutting through the air, he knew its power was extraordinary. If Shen Caihua were hit, he would surely die. At this moment, saving the infants was paramount. In an instant, he leaped up, blocking Shen Caihua's path, and simultaneously grabbed at the weapon… Unexpectedly, Yang Gong's unique phlegm technique was too fast; Wu Chushan's hand grasped at empty air, and the sticky phlegm struck his heart.

"Ah..." Wu Chushan felt a sweetness in his throat, and a spurt of hot blood gushed out, drawing a pinkish mist under the lamplight.

Without thinking, he quickly pulled Shen Caihua down, embracing the wrinkled baby girl in his other hand. He pushed off the ground with both feet, his body leaping into the air. With a "whoosh," he crashed out of the window... "Whoosh!" Two silver streaks shot out, heading straight for Wu Chushan—two coins flicked by Jing Taiji.

Unable to dodge in mid-air, Wu Chushan could only hold the two infants tightly, his back taking the brunt of the two coin darts. Half his body went numb. Wu Chushan, however, managed to suppress a surge of internal energy, tumbling to the corner of the wall. Then, with all his might, he leaped over the wall, scrambled to his feet, and stumbled away.

Inside the courtyard, Huang Qianhui rushed into the side room. His brother-in-law, Meng Zhuqi, was covered in blood, swaying a few times before collapsing onto the concrete floor.

Jing Taiji quickly reached out; Meng Zhuqi was already dead.

"Director Meng is dead," he said.

Huang Qianhui, trembling with shock, stammered, "Who...who is it? The murderer..."

"It's Wu Chushanren," Jing Taiji had recognized him at a glance.

Yang Gong told the old woman to protect Huang Qianhui, then leaped onto the wall, discerning the direction Wu Chushanren had fled, and gave chase.

Wu Chushanren, carrying two infants, ran at breakneck speed, relying on the last ounce of his inner energy.

His injuries were indeed severe. Yang Gong's spit hit his Jiuwei acupoint, a vital point located seven inches above the navel and half an inch below the xiphoid process. This point belongs to the Ren meridian and is considered a fatal point. The impact on the mountain man's abdominal arteries and veins, as well as his liver and gallbladder, and the shock to his heart, could easily lead to blood stasis and death. Meanwhile, Jing Taiji's two darts struck the Jueyinshu and Mingmen acupoints on his back and waist. The Jueyinshu acupoint, located below the spinous process of the fourth thoracic vertebra, belongs to the Bladder meridian and impacts the heart and lungs, disrupting the flow of Qi. The Mingmen acupoint, located between the spinous processes of the second and third lumbar vertebrae, is a fatal point on the Du meridian. Wu Chushanren was first severely injured at the Jiuwei acupoint, and then struck at the Jueyinshu and Mingmen acupoints. If it weren't for his vital energy holding him up, he would likely have already fainted.

Wu Chushan realized his negligence too late. He had never imagined that Huang Qianhui's house would harbor such a top-tier martial arts master as Yang Gong. Jing Taiji was at best on par with him, but he was already injured, and there was no way he could dodge those two darts. Alas, he had been focused on saving Shen Caihua, and it seemed he would lose his life this time. If he had time to meditate and regulate his qi, perhaps he wouldn't have died, but now that opportunity was gone. A bitter smile appeared on the weathered face of the mountain man.

The footsteps chasing behind him grew closer, and his legs became heavier and slower. Waves of dizziness washed over him. He gritted his teeth and persevered, staggering forward until he finally stumbled and fell on the road. He vaguely saw a group of people approaching in front of him.

He struggled to hold the two infants close to his arms, his eyes blurry as he gazed at the familiar figure approaching. Behind the figure was an elderly nun with white hair… “Wu Chushanren?” Wu Daoming leaned down and whispered.

Wu Chushanren smiled faintly and said with difficulty, “Old Wu, give the children to Hansheng…”

The nun reached out and took the two infants into her arms.

The footsteps stopped about two zhang away. Yang Gong said expressionlessly and coldly, “Hmph, so it’s Wu Daoming. For your master’s sake, hand over the two children to me, and I won’t make things difficult for you today.”

Wu Daoming calmly said, “Yang Gong, one should be lenient when possible. Why be so aggressive?”

“What a joke! I’ve come to get my daughter back; are you going to obstruct me?” Yang Gong chuckled.

Wu Daoming was stunned for a moment. Yes, this wrinkled baby girl was Yang Gong's child. I had no reason not to give her to him... "Give her to the ancestor... Her mother is with Han Sheng..." Wu Chushan's true energy had begun to dissipate, and blood foam flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The nun said loudly, "Yes, the child must be delivered to her mother; she absolutely cannot give her to you."

Yang Gong flew into a rage, letting out a long, sinister laugh. A huge, sticky phlegm moved in his throat, and suddenly he opened his massive mouth, shooting it out with a "whoosh," like lightning straight towards Wu Daoming's face…

Wu Daoming was terrified. He hadn't expected Yang Gong to appear so suddenly and so mercilessly, showing no regard for the past ties between Bai Suzhen and the ancient immortals. In a panic, he hurriedly shook his head to dodge, already smelling a foul stench in his nostrils. His mind slowed instantly, and he watched as the phlegm was about to hit his cheek… Just at this critical moment, under the moonlight, the Bearded Taoist had already stepped forward, rushing to Wu Daoming's side, reaching out with his "Yang" hand to grab the watery hidden weapon.

The Bearded Taoist knew that the Taiji Yin Aura hadn't been found yet; how could Wu Daoming be allowed to fall at this moment? Therefore, he was already on guard and struck suddenly at the crucial moment. He possessed an extremely strange martial art called "Sun and Moon Hands," with a left "sun" hand and a right "moon" hand, one yang and one yin, yang being hot and yin being cold, and the Ren and Du meridians controlling each hand separately, making it truly unfathomable. He had never met an opponent in Taiwan and Southeast Asia. During those years when the mainland was closed off from the world, the martial arts world of the Central Plains was unaware of this martial art.

With a "hiss," the bearded Taoist priest's yang hand had already firmly grasped the high-speed flying hidden weapon, and then a puff of steam rose from his palm, emitting a foul stench.

"Achoo..." The bearded Taoist priest involuntarily sneezed, feeling a little dizzy. "Poison!" he cried out.

In the blink of an eye, his assistant, Ah Xiong, silently pounced on Yang Gong's side, holding a miniature black plastic flashlight. Yang Gong caught a glimpse of his movements, gave him a disdainful look, and didn't take him seriously at all. However, just as Yang Gong glanced at it, Ah Xiong had already pressed the switch. With a "crack," the flashlight suddenly flashed with a dazzling, blinding light—a glare flashlight used by CIA agents.

Yang Gong's vision blurred instantly; his retina was momentarily blinded by the powerful stimulus. Yang Gong was truly startled, realizing he'd encountered a formidable foe. First, the old man with the goatee had grabbed a large wad of phlegm from him with his bare hands, and now this young man had used an inexplicable hidden weapon. He couldn't see anything. Damn it, a wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him; survival is paramount. With that thought, Yang Gong used his legs to leap backward several times, jumping out of the circle. Then, without a word, he fled, relying on his memory of the way he'd come.

The glare from blocking the optic nerve only works temporarily; it will return to normal in a moment. Given Yang Gong's martial arts skills, the Bearded Taoist and Ah Xiong were indeed not confident of victory. Moreover, their purpose in intervening was to protect Wu Daoming; without him, Sun Xize's remains could not be buried in the Taiji Yin Aura. As for Yang Gong, he was irrelevant, so neither of them pursued him.

"Thank you both for your help," Wu Daoming said, cupping his hands.

The nun, who had been holding two infants and hadn't had time to help, now felt a greater sense of goodwill towards the Bearded Taoist and his assistant Ah Xiong.

"Wu Chushanren, how are you?" Wu Daoming looked down at the mountain man lying on the ground, only to find his inner energy dissipated and he had lost consciousness.

"Brother Dao, he's badly injured. We need to find Hansheng immediately to treat him," the nun said after examining him.

"Hmm," Wu Daoming nodded and said, "Junior Sister, you carry the child, and I'll carry Shanren on my back. We'll head to Nanshan Village to find Hansheng."

He Wuxing coughed as he approached and said, "Mr. Wu, we don't have much time..."

Wu Daoming replied, "I know. The Taiji Yin Aura is in Nanshan Village, which is the same route. Wu Chushan is my friend, and I can't abandon him."

With that, Wu Daoming carried Wu Chushan on his back, while the nun carried an infant in each arm, and they strode towards Nanshan Village. He Wuxing and the others hurriedly followed behind.

In the distance, Section Chief Huang, Lieutenant Li, and the two Guangzhou undercover agents quietly followed.

Chapter 197

Under the cold moonlight, the group of Daoist Bearded Man could be seen hurrying along the mountain path.

Section Chief Huang, observing through binoculars, warned everyone to be careful while following them.

The group ahead were all skilled in martial arts and had keen senses. Judging from their hurried nighttime movement, tonight seemed to be the time to uncover their secrets. The pocket-sized binoculars were dual-use, both ordinary and infrared. At night, switching on the switch turned them into passive night vision devices, reconstructing images by reading the infrared heat emitted by the target. The images appeared greenish-blue, barely enough to make out the target's general movements.

"Section Chief, about the fight in the county town earlier, we don't know which gang they were from," Lieutenant Li asked.

Section Chief Huang pondered, "Perhaps it's a personal grudge. That Wu Daoming from Lingnan carried the injured man and the two babies all the way. We don't know their purpose yet. Tonight, things might change unexpectedly. Everyone, check your weapons, load them, just in case."

Lin and Luo, the two undercover agents from Guangzhou Station, each drew their pistols and loaded them.

"Section Chief, are you worried?" Lieutenant Li asked gently.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Section Chief Huang said worriedly. He remembered that the old man's assistant used a glare flashlight, the kind used by CIA agents. It was he who had discovered the listening device by fiddling with that radio last time. This man had superb counter-surveillance skills and was not easy to deal with.

"What feeling?" Lieutenant Li asked worriedly. Section Chief

Huang shook his head with a wry smile and continued walking.

At the end of Hai hour, Wu Daoming and the others had arrived at the gate of Han Sheng's manor in Nanshan Village.

"Mr. He, please wait for me on that hillside. I will come to meet you immediately after I have settled Shanren and the two babies. It's only a half-hour journey to Taiji Yinyun," Wu Daoming said.

He Wuxing nodded and walked towards the hillside with the old man and A Xiong, disappearing into the darkness.

"Knock knock knock." Wu Daoming knocked hard on the gate.

"Woof woof." Benben's alert barking came from inside the yard.

The door opened, and Dr. Zhu and Lan'er, still awake and worried about Wu Chushan and Hansheng, were talking in the living room.

"Wu Daoming! What happened to Shanren?" Dr. Zhu asked in surprise.

"Father!" Lan'er cried out in alarm.

Wu Daoming, covered in sweat, carried Wu Chushan on his back, while the nun, holding two infants, hurried into the courtyard.

"Shanren is seriously injured. Quickly, call Hansheng out," Wu Daoming said hoarsely.

"Hansheng isn't home. He's been arrested by the county police. Carry Shanren inside first, let me see him," Dr. Zhu sighed.

Wu Chushan lay quietly on the bed. He Xiang sat beside the bed, staring intently at her husband's weathered face, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Shanren's injuries are truly too severe. His pulse is rapid and weak, a sign of impending collapse. His pulse is knotted and slow, intermittent, his internal organs are weak; he's practically a catatonic being," Dr. Zhu said softly, his face showing pain.

"What is a 'wooden corpse'?" Wu Daoming asked, puzzled.

"A 'wooden corpse' is what Western medicine calls a vegetative state, and in traditional Chinese medicine it's called a 'living dead'," someone answered from the doorway. Granny Wang and Mingyue entered.

"Master's wife," Wu Daoming said respectfully.

"Hmm, let me see, is the mountain man's head injured?" Granny Wang said, bending down to examine the mountain man's injuries.

No injury was found on Wu Chu's head, but a hole was found in the front of his clothes. After untying it, a large patch of bruising was seen seven inches below the Tanzhong acupoint and above the navel, faintly emitting a smell of rotten salted fish.

"Hmm, the Jiuwei acupoint is a fatal point on the Ren meridian, directly affecting the liver, gallbladder, and heart, easily disrupting the flow of Qi and causing blood stagnation and death. But now it has affected the brain, causing a wooden corpse. Granny, I don't know why? This must be the work of my traitorous disciple, Yang Gong," Granny Wang said, frowning.

"Granny, how do you know it was Yang Gong who did it?" Doctor Zhu asked suspiciously.

"Master Yang has mastered a wicked 'phlegm skill,' the phlegm of which is extremely poisonous and disgusting. You can tell just by the smell. No one else in the world knows such a low-class martial art," Granny Wang said.

"Master Yang has been chasing this mountain man, and we rescued him when we encountered him on the road. He was also injured on his back," Wu Daoming explained.

Doctor Zhu turned Wu Chushan over and indeed found two bruises on his back and waist.

"Hmm, the Jueyinshu and Mingmen acupoints, the Bladder Meridian of Foot Taiyang. These are marks from a golden dart, quite powerful. Judging from the direction of its rotation, it resembles the flicking of a finger in a Zhuyou technique. Could it be Jing Taiji?" Granny Wang muttered to herself.

"You mean Dean Jing?" Doctor Zhu suddenly realized and then said, "More than half a month ago, Dean Jing came to my house to inquire about Hansheng's whereabouts. Later, he may have poisoned us. Everyone in my family lost their memories for a period of time."

Granny Wang cursed inwardly, "Zhuyou powder! Jing Taiji, that traitor, has gone too far."

"Grandma, please save my father!" Lan'er pleaded, her face streaked with tears.

Grandma Wang sighed, "He's a catatonic; I'm afraid I can't help him. Perhaps only the medical skills in Han Sheng's *Qing Nang Jing* can save him."

In a corner of the room, Mingyue and the nun, each holding an infant, chatted happily. Mingyue told her master about her plans to follow Grandma Wang to the Poyang Lake valley to live and diligently practice the Eighteen Forms of Zhu You.

"Mingyue, life is like a dream, fleeting in an instant. You must calm your mind, put aside personal feelings, and diligently learn from Grandma Wang. Your master will come to see you later," the nun said. "Master, why did you also return from Hong Kong?" Mingyue asked.

The nun glanced at Wu Daoming and said, "It's a long story."

Wu Daoming was speaking to Doctor Zhu at that moment: "Doctor Zhu, my junior sister and I have to leave soon. Before Wu Chushan fell unconscious, he instructed me to bring Shen Caihua and Yang Gong's daughter to Hansheng, and especially to return the wrinkled baby girl to the Ancestor. We'll leave the two children here; please pass them on."

"So urgent? Leaving in the middle of the night?" Doctor Zhu asked in surprise.

Wu Daoming hesitated, a premonition that something bad would happen in the next few days, as if danger was drawing ever closer.

"Doctor Zhu, I want my junior sister to stay here and rest. I'll be back by dawn," Wu Daoming said earnestly, taking the nun's hand.

The nun shook her head, her bright eyes looking at Wu Daoming, and slowly said, "Brother Dao, I will never leave you."

Doctor Zhu sensed the hidden meaning in their words and asked, "Mr. Wu, what exactly happened?"

Wu Daoming shook his head and said, "I promised them, so please forgive me for not being able to speak frankly."

Doctor Zhu nodded and said, "Alright, if you wish, Abbess, you can stay at my humble abode as long as you like."

Wu Daoming suddenly remembered and asked, "How is Zhu Biao now?"

"Alas, he's dead." Doctor Zhu sighed, and then recounted how Zhu Biao returned to seek revenge, was seriously injured, and how he and Wu Chushan buried Zhu Biao and Shen Caihua together in the Taiji Yin Halo. "

Taiji Yin Halo?" Wu Daoming was taken aback, thinking to himself, "This is going to be lively; the Taiji Yin Halo is incredibly crowded." He then asked, "Which side are Zhu Biao and his wife buried on? Did you encounter Old Master Huang?"

"They're buried on the west side. The hermit said they can reunite in the Western Paradise in their next life." Doctor Zhu said with a wry smile.

Wu Daoming nodded, cupped his hands, and said, "I have urgent business to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."

The abbess held Wu Daoming's hand affectionately, then bid farewell to Granny Wang, Mingyue, and Doctor Zhu's family, insisting on following her Daoist brother.

Dr. Zhu and the others saw them off at the gate, watching their figures gradually disappear into the darkness.

Mingyue said softly, "Master, why are they going up the mountain so late?"

Granny Wang sighed softly, "Your master and nun must have had a reason to go; outsiders shouldn't ask too many questions."

Dr. Zhu closed the gate and said, "With Mr. Wu's experience in the martial world and their superior martial arts skills, they shouldn't be in any danger."

Back in the room, Lan'er held her father's hand tightly, sobbing softly, while He Xiang gently stroked Wu Chushan's cheek, staring blankly at him, tears still on her face.

"I'll go to the county to find Hansheng after dawn," Dr. Zhu comforted the mother and daughter.

"No, Dr. Zhu, you stay home and take care of them. This is all Granny's fault for being a step too late. If we had cleaned up the mess earlier, this wouldn't have happened. Sigh, I'll go to the county at dawn. Mingyue, you should go with Master too," Granny Wang sighed.

"I'll take you," Lan'er stood up, wiping her tears, and said resolutely.

Chapter 198

The winter nights in northern Jiangxi were chilly, and the moon seemed veiled in a thin gauze, its pale light carrying a melancholic air. From the distant, dark, silent mountains, the occasional lonely howl of a feline could be heard. Crows in the bamboo grove peeked out from their nests, glanced at the uninvited guests traversing the forest in the dead of night, then listlessly withdrew their heads.

Wu Daoming and the nun walked silently hand in hand, leading He Wuxing and the others out of the bamboo grove to the entrance of Linggu Cave.

“Junior sister, do you remember? You and I were deep underground in this cave…” Wu Daoming said softly, his face slightly flushed, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the nun’s hand.

"Of course I remember, Brother Dao. You introduced me to the world of women, and from this day forward, I will spend my life with you, together we'll roam the martial world, 'What is love in this world? It makes people willing to die for each other!'" The nun gazed at her brother with deep affection as she spoke softly. Having been a nun since childhood, spending decades with only the flickering lamp and the ancient Buddha, she knew little of the ways of the world, and thus spoke freely, without any taboos or reservations.

The bearded Daoist walked behind them, the nun's soft, charming words reaching his ears, and he couldn't help but feel his face burning. He cursed inwardly, "These two heretical lovers are utterly disgusting. After this is all over, I will personally kill them to uphold the reputation of a nun.

" "We've arrived. This is the Tai Chi Yin Aura that martial artists have dreamed of for thousands of years," Wu Daoming said, standing in the bushes, pointing to the ground.

Under the moonlight, the five-colored earthen rings were clearly visible, divided into five circular rings of white, blue, black, red, and yellow, faintly reflecting a halo of light, mysterious and eerie.

Wu Daoming thought to himself, "The Taiji Yin Aura is indeed extraordinary. The scattered earthen rings have automatically reconciled, magnetically reforming the five-colored earthen rings, as if no one had ever disturbed the earth. This shows the abundance of the earth's energy.

" He Wuxing stared blankly, then knelt on the ground, gently stroking the earthen rings, tears welling in his eyes, murmuring repeatedly, "Truly the spirit of heaven and earth, the creation of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements!"

"This is the Taiji Yin Aura?" The bearded Taoist priest was also extremely excited, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

"That's right, this is the Taiji Yin Aura discovered by Liu Bowen 600 years ago. He originally intended to use it to overthrow Zhu Yuanzhang's tyranny, but later, out of pity for the common people, he did not want to start another war and gave up," Wu Daoming said with emotion.

"Hmm, Mr. Wu, you are the foremost feng shui master in Lingnan. What do you think is the best way to bury General Sun Liren's father's remains to ensure a swift rise in fortune?" He Wuxing stood up and humbly asked for advice. Since his trip to Lujiang, he had been utterly impressed by Wu Daoming's feng shui skills.

Wu Daoming pondered, "Burying remains is different from burying the body, and the time it takes for such a burial to bring good fortune is far greater than that of a live burial. Even when Zhu Yuanzhang buried his mother alive, it took ten years for his fortune to rise. General Sun is already quite old, I'm afraid..."

He Wuxing said solemnly, "Mr. Wu, we hope that the General will receive the protection of this Taiji Yin Aura during his lifetime, so that his injustice can be redressed and he can be reinstated to his original position as soon as possible. We don't necessarily want him to be promoted to the highest rank. This is the wish of Mr. Lu Taiguan and the entire 100,000 soldiers of the Chinese Expeditionary Force."

"Hmm, if that's the case, it's not difficult," Wu Daoming's mind raced, and he had an idea. He said, "Please tell me the specific location where the General is currently under house arrest."

"Taichung City," He Wuxing replied.

"Do you know the approximate coordinates?" Wu Daoming asked.

He Wuxing thought for a moment and said, "Around 120 degrees east longitude and around 24 degrees north latitude."

"Good, Wuyuan is a little over 117 degrees east longitude and about 29 degrees north latitude. This Taiji Yin Halo can be compared to the coordinates of the county town. So General Sun is located in the Xun position in the southeast direction. In order to achieve rapid advancement, he can be buried in the Xun direction within the Taiji Yin Halo. Here it is." Wu Daoming roughly calculated the location and pointed to the southeast of the Yin Halo, just near the inner circle of the five colors.

The bearded Taoist priest nodded and said, "Mr. Wu is absolutely right. The Book of Changes says, 'Its greatness has no bounds, its smallness has no limits.' Don't underestimate this small Taiji Yin Halo; it contains the information of the entire universe. Burying it in the southeast Xun direction is equivalent to indicating the direction in which the Taiji Yin Halo concentrates its energy. In terms of timing, it is most advantageous for the general in Taiwan, which is in the southeast."

He Wuxing smiled sinisterly and said to Wu Daoming, "Mr. Wu, is there anything else you want to say? I will definitely thank you handsomely."

At this moment, Wu Daoming suddenly felt a trace of murderous intent emanating from He Wuxing.

The pale moonlight scattered in front of Linggu Cave. In the dark shadows inside the cave, Section Chief Huang held the long-range pen-shaped directional microphone, pointing it towards the bushes. Although it exceeded the theoretical effective detection range, because it was late at night in the mountains, the conversation of He Wuxing and others could still be clearly heard through the earpiece.

"Oh, so they are plotting to make Sun Liren make a comeback..." Section Chief Huang said in surprise.

"How can they make a comeback?" Lieutenant Li asked, puzzled. Section Chief

Huang lowered his voice and said, "This is some kind of Tai Chi Dragon Cave. Burying the bones of our ancestors here can use the power of feng shui to change the fortunes of their descendants, allowing Sun Liren to regain his official position. Hmph, Chiang Kai-shek just passed away, and these people are already plotting a restoration. They really haven't given up their evil intentions."

"If Sun Liren becomes the Commander-in-Chief of the Army again, it will be very detrimental to President Chiang Ching-kuo. But I'm afraid this kind of feng shui stuff can't be taken seriously," Lieutenant Li speculated in a low voice.

"Of course. The old Taoist priest left Taipei for Hong Kong and secretly met with Lu Taiguan, a former member of the Chinese Expeditionary Force. Then he risked his life to sneak into the mainland. We have to give our superiors an explanation for this when we get back," Section Chief Huang said thoughtfully.

"Then what do we do?" Lieutenant Li asked. Section Chief

Huang smiled and said, "We'll dig it up after they bury Sun Xize's remains and leave."

"Great! We'll take the bones back to Taipei, dump them on the director's desk, and I want to see the boss's dumbfounded expression." Lieutenant Li said, chuckling softly.

"Oh no! Something seems wrong..." Section Chief Huang suddenly waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

He Wuxing chuckled, took a small imitation military shovel from Ah Xiong's backpack—something he'd bought in Lujiang County—spit into his palm, rubbed it, and began digging in the southeast direction, as indicated by Wu Daoming.

"If you only want to be reinstated, a shallow burial will suffice," Wu Daoming said.

He Wuxing was also skilled in martial arts; he wielded the shovel with lightning speed, and in a short while, he had dug a trench about half a meter deep.

"Mr. Wu, what do you think?" He Wuxing stood up and asked.

"Alright, please arrange them in the pit in the order of skull, chest cavity, and finally the limbs, facing southeast," Wu Daoming instructed.

"Could you please help, Mr. Wu? You're an expert in this," He Wuxing said sincerely, panting heavily as he wearily handed over his travel bag.

"Very well, General Sun is a hero of the Chinese nation, and I, Wu, am willing to do it myself." Wu Daoming tugged at the nun's hand, giving her a wink to be on guard, then squatted down in the pit and skillfully arranged Sun Xize's skull and other bones one by one from the bag.

Ah Xiong secretly pulled out a flashlight and stood beside the nun, while the bearded Taoist priest stood to Wu Daoming's side, ready to intervene at any moment.

In this world, many things often happen where the wicked gain power and the good suffer, because kind people don't know how to scheme against others, while bad people are always scheming and waiting for an opportunity to strike, making them impossible to guard against.

Wu Daoming was no stranger to the ways of the martial world, but he never imagined that He Wuxing would tamper with the bones of the general's ancestor... A colorless and odorless "Zhu You Shi Jing San" (a type of medicinal powder) touched his hands, invading along the acupoints of his thumb (Shaoshang), index finger (Shangyang), middle finger (Zhongchong), ring finger (Guanchong), and little finger (Shaochong). After Wu Daoming had arranged all the bones, he tried to stand up, but he couldn't! Moreover, the six meridians of the hand (three Yang and three Yin) were completely blocked... Only then did he realize that he had been ambushed.

At this moment, the bearded Taoist priest suddenly attacked, his right crescent hand striking Wu Daoming's Baihui acupoint on the Du meridian with lightning speed, while his five fingers pressed against the Touqiaoyin, Tianchong, Naohu, and Sishencong acupoints.

The nun was also a guileless person. She originally had no good feelings towards the bearded Taoist priest and his group, but when she saw the Taoist priest intercept Yang Gong's hidden weapon and help Wu Daoming, she developed some goodwill towards him and relaxed her vigilance. So when she saw the bearded Taoist priest's palm on her brother's head, she did not realize for a moment that it was a killer move... Wu Daoming had been on guard at all times, but he always took chances, thinking that he and Superintendent Zhou would be safe together. Therefore, he was careless this time. However, just one oversight was enough to be fatal.

Blood seeped from Wu Daoming's eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth... The bearded Taoist priest was a top-tier internal martial arts master in Taiwan. Furthermore, He Wuxing's "Zhu You Shi Jing San" had destroyed six of Wu Daoming's meridians. He had fully expected Wu Daoming to die instantly with his Moon Hand strike, but he hadn't anticipated that although Wu Daoming wasn't a renowned master, his Ren and Du meridians had been accidentally opened by Han Sheng, though he had never properly practiced breathing exercises. At this critical moment, the innate true energy of his Ren and Du meridians was compressed and fused together, yin and yang flowing smoothly, water and fire in harmony. Although bleeding from all seven orifices under the heavy pressure of the Moon Hand, he didn't die immediately. The bearded Taoist priest was greatly surprised. He immediately slapped down with his left Sun Hand, repeatedly pressing it onto the back of the Moon Hand. This Yin-Yang Sun-Moon Heavy Hand was no ordinary technique; he believed few in the martial world could withstand it.

Despite the heavy pressure and pressure applied to his pressure points, Wu Daoming still managed to slowly stand up…

Initially stunned, the nun quickly recovered, letting out a furious shout of grief and anger. She lunged at her fellow Daoist, simultaneously unleashing a powerful palm strike at the bearded Daoist… The bearded Daoist was taken aback. The force of the palm strike from the side compressed the air, making him feel suffocated. Only then did he realize that the nun was the true master, her martial arts no less than his own. Moreover, his left and right Sun and Moon Hands were already pressing down on Wu Daoming's head; it was too late to withdraw and defend.

He Wuxing was extremely nervous. Initially, he hadn't taken the nun seriously, assuming she possessed only mediocre martial arts. But seeing her leap and attack, he realized he had encountered a top-tier master of the martial world.

Ah Xiong, a CIA expert in hand-to-hand combat, prided himself on his agility and lightning-fast reflexes, having once tied the CIA's record of 0.11 seconds, second only to Bruce Lee's 0.1 seconds. But now, he was too late. As he switched on his flashlight, the nun's palm strike landed squarely on the bearded Taoist's back.

With a cry of "Ouch!", the bearded Taoist coughed up blood. Simultaneously, a blinding white glare shone directly onto the nun's retinas. Unable to close her eyes in time, she was instantly blinded by dazzling golden spots.

Ah Xiong, having landed a successful blow, swiftly drew a sharp, black steel dagger from his high-top leather shoe and thrust it diagonally towards the nun's heart.

Wu Daoming felt the pressure on his head ease, and in the corner of his eye, his bloodshot eyes caught a glimpse of the dagger

's dark shadow. Knowing something was wrong, he roared with all his might, shattering the Yin-Yang Sun and Moon Hand technique on his Baihui acupoint. He leaped from the pit, meeting the nun's attack mid-air and blocking her chest. With a soft "thud," the black steel dagger in Ah Xiong's hand pierced Wu Daoming's back. Then, he activated the spring mechanism on the dagger's hilt, and with a "hiss," the dagger suddenly expanded, growing a foot longer and piercing through Wu Daoming's left ventricle... Wu Daoming stared blankly at the nun with his bloodshot eyes, tightly embracing her in mid-air, "Junior sister, I've harmed you..." he murmured his last words.

Silence, a deathly silence... "Ah..." The nun embraced Wu Daoming in her arms. Although she could no longer see, she could sense that her Daoist brother was dead. All the silver hair on her head stood on end, trembling under the influence of her true energy, emitting a hissing sound.

He Wuxing trembled, his legs went weak, and he could barely stand. Seeing that things were going badly, he simply let his body go limp and lay down on the ground. Ah Xiong also knew that this was a critical moment, and there was no time to hesitate. So he straightened his arm and lunged forward. The sharp dagger pierced through Wu Daoming's chest and then into the nun's heart... With a crisp "bang," the nun's silver hair was severed at the root and shot out in all directions.

Ah Xiong's face was studded with silver hairs like steel needles, and his eyes had been instantly pierced and burst, black liquid splattering out. Several hairs pierced his skull, tearing apart his brain tissue. Ah Xiong screamed and died instantly.

The bearded Taoist priest was not spared either; his hair rained down, piercing his skull. In the moonlight, he looked like a hedgehog covered in white bristles. His body swayed and he collapsed at the edge of the pit.

The nun, holding her Taoist brother, felt her legs go weak and slowly sat down on the ground, softly sighing, "Brother, I have never regretted it..." Then her breath weakened and she finally stopped breathing.

The moonlight was pale. After a long time, He Wuxing quietly got up from the ground.

Chapter 199

"Hahaha..." He Wuxing laughed loudly, his hair disheveled.

The moonlight was pale, and a damp, bloody smell hung in the night air. He gazed at the four corpses on the ground and murmured thoughtfully, "Good ending. They've all shut their mouths. The general's secret is safe."

He Wuxing began to bury the general's father's remains, shoveling five-colored soil over the bones. In a short while, the pit was filled.

He Wuxing stepped on the corpses, stomped on them, and then smoothed out the marks. Satisfied, he muttered to himself, "These corpses need to be disposed of, otherwise it'll attract the attention of the locals and the government, which will be troublesome." He looked around and caught sight of the Linggu Cave, which was just a stone's throw away.

In the shadows of the cave, Section Chief Huang had just heard a brief fight through his earpiece, followed by a rapid return to silence.

"There was a fierce battle just now, and it seems only one person is left alive," Section Chief Huang said softly as he listened.

"Who?" Lieutenant Li asked nervously.

"He Wuxing, he's the only one alive, and he's coming this way." Section Chief Huang gestured, and everyone quietly retreated into the darker depths of the cave.

Under the moonlight, He Wuxing carried the body of the Bearded Taoist Priest step by step towards the Linggu Cave, gently tossing the corpse into the shadows at the cave entrance before returning to continue carrying the body.

Finally, they brought in the nun's body. He placed it next to Wu Daoming's corpse, thought for a moment, then bent down, grabbed Wu Daoming's hands, and hugged the nun tightly, panting heavily, saying, "Sigh, let you two embrace each other in life and death. Don't blame me, He Wuxing. When the general returns to the mountain, I will definitely offer incense to you."

"Still dreaming of Sun Liren's comeback? Don't dream." A cold laugh came from the depths of the dark cave, chilling everyone to the bone.

He Wuxing was terrified, trembling as he looked in the direction of the voice, his mouth trembling as he stammered, "Who...is it?"

Footsteps sounded on the stone floor of the cave, and several dark figures gradually approached. In the dim moonlight, He Wuxing could see who they were; they were all holding guns.

"Who are you?" He Wuxing said in terror.

"Shanzhu Camp," Section Chief Huang said with a smile.

"Ah, you're from the Military Intelligence Bureau!" He Wuxing was extremely shocked.

“Major Huang Han-hui, Fourth Division of the Military Intelligence Bureau,” Section Chief Huang said smugly.

“So it was the Military Intelligence Bureau that had been monitoring us in Hong Kong?” He Wuxing knew this plan had completely failed.

Section Chief Huang said, “He Wuxing, we’ve been watching you ever since Master Ranweng flew from Taipei, and we even had the honor of touring Sun Liren’s hometown, Lujiang, with you.”

“What do you want?” He Wuxing, knowing he couldn’t escape his fate, calmed down.

“Take Sun Xize’s remains with you. Our Director wants to talk to you; perhaps President Chiang Ching-kuo will even personally receive you,” Section Chief Huang said with no small amount of pride.

“Sigh, you killed someone, and you think you can just walk away?” A long sigh echoed clearly through the mountains and forests.

Everyone was startled and looked up. Outside Linggu Cave, under the pale moonlight, stood an old woman… “Who are you?” Section Chief Huang asked warily.

The old woman sighed, "Alas, I'm too late. The ancient immortal's disciple has died so mysteriously. If I were to meet him in the afterlife, I would be utterly ashamed."

"The Hakka Holy Mother?" He Wuxing recognized Granny Wang, as if grasping at a straw, and hurriedly shouted, "Holy Mother Granny, you are my aunt! Please save your nephew!" Section

Chief Huang was startled. In the dead of night, in the desolate wilderness, an old woman had suddenly appeared, and she knew He Wuxing, possibly even possessing superior martial arts skills. He couldn't afford to be careless. Granny Wang

looked up at the night sky. The moonlight was pale and dark red, and large patches of dark clouds were gathering on the horizon, drifting in heavily—the weather was about to change.

"What do you want?" Section Chief Huang asked, brandishing his pistol.

"You should just kill yourselves," Granny Wang said expressionlessly, her arms crossed over her chest, her voice icy cold. "What did you say!" Section Chief Huang chuckled softly. This old woman's tone was far too arrogant. He was laughing... when suddenly his expression froze. He turned slightly, staring in astonishment at the two agents from Guangzhou Station, two gun barrels pressed against his lower back.

"What are you two doing!" Lieutenant Li shouted in bewilderment.

The two agents' eyes were unfocused, their pupils seemingly unable to concentrate, blank and expressionless.

"Put down your guns!" Section Chief Huang commanded loudly.

The two remained unmoved, the gun barrels still firmly pressed against Section Chief Huang's lower back.

"Zhu You Divine Skill!" He Wuxing exclaimed in a low voice in surprise.

Section Chief Huang looked up and saw the old woman's mouth moving incessantly. He immediately realized the problem lay there; she must be a witch. He slowly raised his pistol and aimed at her… Granny Wang watched Section Chief Huang's actions, shook her head, and suddenly swung her arms down from her chest.

"Bang! Bang!" Two muffled gunshots rang out suddenly, the air thick with the smell of burning gunpowder. Section Chief Huang stared in disbelief at his waist, then his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground. There were two bullet holes in his waist, and blood gushed out.

"Section Chief!" Lieutenant Li cried out, throwing himself onto Section Chief Huang's body and bursting into tears.

He Wuxing was even more astonished, because the two men had already pointed their pistols at each other's chests. Before he could even see what was happening, the triggers were pulled, and with two crisp gunshots, the two agents, their eyes wide with confusion, fell to the ground.

"Holy Mother, that's wonderful! You used the 'Eighteen Forms of Incantation', didn't you?" He Wuxing exclaimed excitedly.

"Did you kill Wu Daoming and the nameless old nun?" Granny Wang stared coldly at He Wuxing.

"No! I didn't kill them!" He Wuxing protested, his face flushed.

"Then who did it?" Granny Wang stared at him with icy eyes, radiating a chilling aura.

"They, they killed them!" He Wuxing pointed to the corpse of Section Chief Huang on the ground.

"No, we didn't even go there. It was an internal shootout between them." At this moment, Lieutenant Li suddenly said.

"You're talking nonsense!" He Wuxing roared in anger, kicking Lieutenant Li in the chest, specifically at the Tanzhong acupoint.

Lieutenant Li coughed up blood, panting heavily. She said bitterly, "General Sun Liren is a truly upright man, but his men are all despicable and shameless scoundrels."

Lieutenant Li quietly pulled the pen from her pocket… Granny Wang walked forward with a cold smile, bending down to examine the wounds of Wu Daoming and the nun.

"Oh, so it was you who administered 'Zhu You Shi Jing San'. No wonder Wu Daoming fell for it so easily. Alas, why are all the followers of the Zhu You sect so treacherous and cunning? He Wuxing, today this old woman will clean up your master's mess. Do you have anything to say?" Granny Wang turned to He Wuxing and said.

"Holy Mother, please listen to me. If I have done anything wrong, I will return to Miaoli to apologize to my master. Whether I am killed or tortured, I will have no complaints. Please, for the sake of my master and fellow Zhu You disciples, show leniency." He Wuxing raised his head arrogantly.

Granny Wang smiled calmly and said, "How could an old woman like me trust a despicable person like you? Just end it all yourself, hmph." She turned to look at the corpses of Wu Daoming and the nun, and sighed, "Ancient Immortal, Bai Suzhen is old now, she couldn't even take good care of her beloved disciple." With that, tears streamed down her face.

He Wuxing knelt down with a thud, saying, "I, Wuxing, will obey the orders of my Holy Mother Aunt and take my own life." He then quietly picked up the pistol from the ground, quickly aimed at Granny Wang's back, and pulled the trigger.

A gunshot rang out, followed by another, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder.

He Wuxing rolled his eyes in astonishment, looking up at the hot blood streaming down his forehead and into his eyes. He couldn't understand how he had been shot… “Zhu You Illusion,” he uttered his last words before dying.

Lieutenant Li looked at the smoking pen-pistol in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

“That’s right, it was ‘Zhu You Illusion.’ You can go now.” Granny Wang appeared behind He Wuxing, gently pushing him to the ground.

“Hmm, little girl, you’ve got some skills. Go back now, Granny won’t make things difficult for you.” Granny Wang smiled slightly at Lieutenant Lieutenant Li.

“You’re letting me go?” Lieutenant Lieutenant Li struggled to his feet and asked.

Granny Wang nodded and said, “Child, please remember, the Chinese Expeditionary Force 30 years ago were heroes in the hearts of the people of the Central Plains. Treat General Sun Liren well.”

Lieutenant Lieutenant Li didn’t answer. She silently glanced at Section Chief Huang one last time, gently took the watch from his wrist, and then, without looking back, staggered away, disappearing into the darkness in an instant.

Granny Wang sighed deeply, walked to the Tai Chi Yin Aura, picked up Xiao Jun's shovel, and dug two large pits on the outer side of the Tai Chi Yin Aura. In one pit, she buried Wu Daoming and the nun, still embracing each other. In the other pit, she buried the remaining five corpses together.

A wind picked up, and the air carried a fishy smell of rain; a mountain rain was imminent.

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