The Corpse Clothes in the Green Bag [Complete] - 16

Chapter 200

In the early hours of the morning, Wuyuan County was shrouded in a misty rain.

Huang Qiansui summoned Jing Taiji, Yang Gong, and the old woman in the living room to discuss countermeasures.

“Wu Chushan infiltrated this place, kidnapped two infants, and killed my brother-in-law. What do you all think about this?” Huang Qiansui’s eyes were swollen; the events of the previous night had greatly traumatized him. Jing Taiji had given him a sedative injection, and he had slept until a quarter of an hour ago.

“Well, to be precise, Director Meng was bitten to death by two bloodthirsty infants,” Jing Taiji corrected.

Yang Gong rolled his eyes at him and said, “That was Shen Caihua’s doing. My daughter couldn’t possibly do such a thing.”

“That’s not necessarily true. Like father, like daughter,” the old woman taunted gloatingly.

"Alright, stop arguing," Huang Qianhui waved his hand impatiently and said, "Meng Zhuqi is the incumbent director of the Nanshan Town Revolutionary Committee. This can't be kept secret. As soon as it's light, they'll have to bring the police here. How are we supposed to explain this? What preparations do we need to make beforehand? I'd like to hear your opinions."

"First of all, the autopsy shows that the wound on Director Meng's neck was a human bite mark, but no one will believe that it was done by two infants under one year old..." Jing Taiji spoke first.

"Doed by an infant," Yang Gong corrected.

"Okay, even if that's what you say, the teeth marks on the left and right sides of the neck are completely different under a microscope. The key question now is, what caused Director Meng's death? Was it a crime of passion, a revenge killing, a robbery-murder, or suicide? If it's confirmed that the cause of death was infant bloodsucking, it could cause a national sensation, and even the Ministry of Public Security in Beijing would send people down. Then things would really get out of hand," Jing Taiji analyzed.

Huang Qianhui glanced at Yang Gong.

"Master Yang, what's your opinion?" Huang Qiansui asked, hoping the visitor might be more knowledgeable.

"I think it's best not to report it to the authorities, otherwise it will involve too many people. Just bury it privately," Master Yang said.

Huang Qiansui frowned, his gaze turning to the old woman.

The old woman chuckled twice, her voice shrill, "A brother-in-law secretly burying his brother-in-law's body will cause trouble sooner or later. He'll be unable to defend himself then. Besides, a director has disappeared without a trace. How can the authorities not keep investigating? If they trace it back to Wu Chushan, they'll create even more trouble."

"So you mean..." Huang Qiansui asked.

"Throw the body away, far away. They'll claim no knowledge, and wild dogs will gnaw at the wounds to heal them," the old woman said coldly.

Huang Qiansui nodded, praising, "Good idea. Clear your name first, then you must immediately silence Wu Chushan and those two children."

"One," Master Yang corrected.

"One is fine. Now, go and dispose of the body and clean up the scene. Pretend nothing happened here, understand?" Huang Qianhui instructed.

Everyone agreed and got up to do their work.

Huang Qianhui walked into the courtyard, a light mist falling on his face, making him seem more awake.

A few days ago, he called Beijing. Jian Guo told him that the Party School had already started its holiday, and he was waiting for his fiancée, the daughter of that high-ranking official, to return to Wuyuan for the New Year.

Sigh, ten years, it's still too long.

Dawn broke, the sky was gray, and freezing rain continued to fall slowly.

Huang Qianhui sat alone in the armchair in the living room, lost in thought. The phone finally rang, and he picked up the receiver with trembling hands.

"This is Huang Qianhui," he said weakly. "

Director Huang, this is Director Zhang from the Public Security Bureau. I apologize for disturbing your rest, but I have an important matter to report to you." Director Zhang's tense and urgent voice came from the receiver.

"Oh, what is it?" Huang Qianhui forced himself to be alert; he knew what it was, of course.

"This morning, a male corpse was found in the moat. Upon arriving at the scene, we identified it as the body of Director Meng Zhuqi of Nanshan Town. The situation is urgent, so we immediately reported to you," Director Zhang said.

"Ah, how could that be? Are you sure you haven't mistaken him for someone else?" Huang Qiansui feigned surprise.

"Yes, I know Director Meng," Director Zhang affirmed.

"How did he die?" Huang Qiansui asked in a hoarse voice.

"The preliminary judgment is homicide. Further conclusions will be confirmed after the forensic examination," Director Zhang said.

"Okay, I understand," Huang Qiansui hung up the phone.

Ever since the old man was buried in the Taiji Yin Aura, why has everything been going wrong? Is this the price one must pay to enter the capital? Huang Qiansui thought with a sense of loss.

In the early hours of the morning, Yang Gong, along with Old Yin Po and Boss Qian, went out to dispose of Meng Zhuqi's body. They carried the corpse to the south of the city and dumped it in the moat, then set off directly for Nanshan Village, intending to find Wu Chushan and the child to silence them.

Early in the morning, a light drizzle continued to fall. The three men, each holding an oil-paper umbrella, walked silently along the muddy mountain path.

"Hey, what does this Director Huang have to do with you? Do we really need to help him like this? We can't go back to Hong Kong anyway, might as well get the Guo Gong Burial Ruler and head back to our hometown in Guandong as soon as possible," the old hag said in a shrill voice.

Yang Gong glanced at the old hag and said, "That's what I think too, but we need to find my daughter first." He couldn't let the old hag know about the person in the capital, he thought.

"Hmph, that little thing who spits since she was little, just looking at her makes me sick," the old hag said disdainfully.

Yang Gong thought of the wrinkled baby girl, a smile playing on his lips. That child was truly adorable; spitting at such a tiny age, her future achievements would definitely surpass mine.

Ahead lay Nanshan Village; in the distance, the scattered farmhouses were shrouded in a white mist.

Yang Gong waved his hand, stopping under a large camphor tree. Gazing at the village shrouded in mist and rain, he slowly said, "Last night, Wu Chushanren encountered Wu Daoming and his group on the road. Two of them were quite skilled, especially the old man with the goatee; he managed to snatch away my phlegm in one swift motion. This man is not to be underestimated. There was also a young man who was very agile; his hidden weapon looked like a flashlight, but it was incredibly bright. One flash and you couldn't see anything. So we can't attack them openly; we need to ambush them from the shadows. Elder Qian..."

"Master," Elder Qian replied.

"Wait a moment, you are responsible for rescuing my daughter. Don't let anything go wrong, understand?" Yang Gong instructed.

Elder Qian nodded and said, "Disciple understands." In

the early hours of the morning, when Granny Wang quietly left the manor's side room, Mingyue was fast asleep. Mingyue

felt that her practice over the past two days had progressed rapidly. The basic introductory skill "Zhu You Xin Fa," which originally took a year to master, was essentially completed in just two days with the help of Guo Gong's Burial Ruler. The mother-in-law was overjoyed and praised the miraculous power of the burial ruler. She told Mingyue that if she continued in this way, the "Eighteen Forms of Zhuyou" would be completed in ninety days, with each form taking five days.

Mingyue practiced her martial arts by sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding one end of the burial ruler to the Laogong acupoints in her palms and the other end to the Yongquan acupoints on the soles of her feet, absorbing the energy that Guo Pu had injected into the ruler and storing it in her eight extraordinary meridians. Last night, at the end of the Hai hour (9-11 PM), she discovered that about one centimeter of the dark blue burial ruler had turned grayish-white. Mingyue was puzzled and asked her master, Granny Wang, who said it was probably because Mingyue had absorbed that portion of the energy. She explained that when the divine skill was fully mastered, the entire burial ruler should turn grayish-white, and the Guo Gong burial ruler would be complete and lose its power. Since no one in the world had ever seen the Guo Gong burial ruler, it was merely a speculation.

Mingyue still held the magical burial ruler tightly in her hand as she slept.

No one noticed that the two infants sitting in the corner of the bed had watched Mingyue use the burial ruler during her daytime practice.

Now, late at night, Granny Wang left the room, climbed over the wall, and Mingyue was fast asleep; the manor was quiet.

Shen Caihua silently got up, crawled to Mingyue's side, and gently pulled the Guo Gong Burial Ruler from her hand. Sitting on the bed, he turned it over and over in his hands, seemingly sensing the ruler's unique and inexplicable magic. Finally, as if possessed, he put it in his mouth and began to suck on it... A powerful magnetic field filled Shen Caihua's mouth, even more stimulating than fresh blood. He trembled all over, his meridians convulsing with excitement. He couldn't even throw it away now. A drop, two drops of blood fell from Shen Caihua's nostrils, splattering on the sheets... The wrinkled baby girl squinted her little eyes and saw it too. She quickly crawled over, grabbed the other end of the burial ruler, and began to suck on it as well.

The two babies' naked bodies trembled. First, they turned pale, as if devoid of blood, then bluish-green, quite frightening, and then jet black, like natives from southern Africa. After a while, their bodies turned crimson, even their eyes were bloodshot, like the setting sun devouring blood. Then their skin began to turn waxy yellow, like little clay figurines from Wuxi, before slowly fading away and finally returning to normal... At the same time, the bluish-black color of the Guo Gong Burial Ruler gradually faded. An hour later, it had completely turned grayish-white. The Yin-Yang Ruler, infused with the lifelong power of the legendary healer Guo Pu 1400 years ago, had been completely sucked dry by the two infants... Shen Caihua quietly put the Guo Gong Burial Ruler back into Mingyue's hands, and he and the wrinkled baby girl quietly crawled back to the corner of the bed, smiled at each other, then pulled the blanket over their heads and went to sleep...

Chapter 201

At dawn, Granny Wang buried the corpses and weapons, and returned to the village's eastern courtyard with a heavy heart. She sighed, leaped over the courtyard wall, and entered her room.

Mingyue heard the door open and slowly woke up.

"Master." Mingyue sat up.

Granny Wang sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed softly, "Mingyue, your master is dead, and so is Mr. Wu."

Mingyue was shocked to hear this, "Master..."

Granny Wang immediately recounted the events of the night, saying with regret, "Alas, I had a premonition that Wu Daoming and the other man might be in trouble, but I was still a step too late. It was fate."

Mingyue then buried herself in Granny Wang's arms and began to sob.

Granny Wang stroked her shoulder, her gaze inadvertently falling on the Guo Gong Burial Ruler... "Huh, why has the burial ruler completely changed color?" Granny Wang exclaimed in surprise.

Mingyue stopped sobbing, picked up the Guo Gong Burial Ruler, and sure enough, the ruler had turned completely grayish-white from top to bottom. She stared blankly at it, then shook her head in confusion.

Granny Wang reached out and took the burial ruler, immediately astonished. The Guo Gong Burial Ruler no longer had any energy at all.

"Strange, perhaps it was buried in the tomb for too long, and the magnetic field was absorbed by the earth," Granny Wang muttered to herself.

"Knock, knock." A knock came at the door.

Granny Wang opened it, and Doctor Zhu came in, saying, "Shanren's condition isn't good."

"I'll go see him," Granny Wang said, following Doctor Zhu to He Xiang's room.

He Xiang and Lan'er hadn't slept all night; both their eyes were red and swollen.

Wu Chushan was weak and still unconscious. Granny Wang pressed her hand to his forehead; it was cold to the touch, indicating that his blood circulation was still poor.

"I'll go and rescue Hansheng right away," Granny Wang said solemnly. Granny

Wang returned to her room. Mingyue was already up and dressed. After saying goodbye to Doctor Zhu, the two set off for Wuyuan County.

Under a large camphor tree on a distant hillside, Yang Gong shushed him and quickly hid behind the tree with Old Yin and Qian Laoda, secretly watching the gate of the manor below.

"It's Master!" Old Yin exclaimed softly.

"Keep quiet," Yang Gong said, watching intently as Granny Wang and Mingyue hurriedly left the courtyard, followed the gravel road out of the village, and headed towards the county town.

"Why is Master at the Zhu family's place?" Old Yin Po murmured, watching Granny Wang and Mingyue's retreating figures.

"I don't know. Hmm, it seems we need to be cautious. Who knows what kind of expert is lurking in this small courtyard? I think it's best if Qian, the eldest, goes to investigate first, to find out what's going on," Yang Gong pondered.

"Yes, Master. I brought back Zhu Biao's body last time. Doctor Zhu shouldn't refuse me entry. I'll improvise once I'm inside," Qian said confidently.

"Alright, Master's wife and I will wait here for your news," Yang Gong instructed.

Qian swayed down the hillside and headed towards the Zhu family's gate.

Doctor Zhu was surprised to see Qian enter.

"Hello, Doctor Zhu! What, don't you recognize Qian, the eldest?" Qian chuckled.

"You...you came with Master Yang?" Dr. Zhu asked warily, thinking, "Oh no! Could it be that Master Yang has come to Nanshan Village to hunt down Wu Chushan?" Granny Wang was already gone; what should he do?

"Master Yang? I haven't seen my master in a long time. Didn't he go to Hong Kong?" Boss Qian asked, feigning surprise.

Dr. Zhu looked at him suspiciously and slowly said, "What brings you here?"

"I was just passing through Nanshan Village and thought I'd drop by to visit Dr. Zhu and Wu Chushan," Boss Qian said casually, glancing around.

Dr. Zhu noticed this and knew he had ill intentions. Master Yang was likely outside, probably here to hunt down Wu Chushan. Thinking this, cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Dr. Zhu, you're sweating," Boss Qian said. He was an old hand at this, and he had already noticed Dr. Zhu's unease.

"Oh, I was busy in the kitchen just now," Dr. Zhu stammered.

At this moment, Lan'er came out of the side room, carrying Shen Caihua in one arm and the wrinkled baby girl in the other, preparing to return to her room. Her mother-in-law and Mingyue had left, and she was here to take care of the two babies.

"Isn't that Yang Gong and the old ancestor's daughter? What's she doing here?" Qian Laoda caught sight of her and stepped forward to stop Lan'er.

Doctor Zhu was anxious and hurriedly said, "Lan'er, it's cold outside, quickly take the child inside."

Qian Laoda thought that snatching the baby girl would be easy at this moment, but he hadn't yet found out if there were any other people in the courtyard, so he wasn't in a hurry. He stepped aside to let Lan'er enter the room.

"The child is growing so fast, let me take a closer look." With that, he took a quick step and followed Lan'er into the room.

Wu Chushan was lying unconscious on the bed... "Hey, isn't this Wu Chushan? Is he sick?" Qian Laoda chuckled as he came to the bedside.

Dr. Zhu's heart leaped into his throat as he followed Wu Chushan into the house.

Wu Chushan was deathly pale, his eyes closed, his breath barely a whisper.

Elder Qian, a martial artist, immediately recognized the man's severe injuries; he was on the verge of death.

"Oh dear, Wu Chushan's injuries are so bad! Is anyone else in the family? Why aren't you taking him to the hospital?" Elder Qian asked tentatively, while simultaneously observing everyone's expressions.

Everyone exchanged glances, but no one answered.

Elder Qian understood; there was no one else in the courtyard.

"Dr. Zhu, you should know Wu Chushan's injuries well. If he's not taken to the hospital soon, he's beyond saving. I'll go get two people to help." Elder Qian said, walking out of the house and waving towards the large camphor tree on the opposite hillside.

Dr. Zhu quickly followed, seeing two people descending the hillside. As they approached, his heart sank. The man in the lead was none other than Yang Gong.

"Haha, Dr. Zhu, how have you been? This old monk has come to pay a visit to Wu Chushanren today." Yang Gong chuckled sinisterly as he stepped through the gate.

Dr. Zhu sighed, looking up at the sky, "Yang Gong, this man has no grudge against you. You've already injured him badly; why must you be so ruthless?" "

Heh heh, he stole my daughter, can't I even come to see her?" Yang Gong said, his eyes bulging.

"You can take your daughter back, but please don't hurt Wu Chushanren anymore," Dr. Zhu pleaded.

Qian Laoda leaned close and told his master about Wu Chushanren and the Zhu family's situation. Yang Gong nodded repeatedly.

"Heh heh, very good. I'll go see Wu Chushanren and my daughter first." Yang Gong chuckled as he walked into the courtyard.

Dr. Zhu saw the old woman with a large red peony-patterned headscarf and tiny, delicate feet, and his heart pounded with unease. This was the "Flower of Hong Kong" that Han Sheng and the others had mentioned—the brain-eating female demon.

Old Master Qian led the Yang Gong and Yin Po directly into the side room with practiced ease. Lan'er and He Xiang stared at them with terrified expressions.

Yang Gong glanced at the two children sitting in the corner of the bed and Wu Chushan lying silently on the bed.

The wrinkled baby girl still had a face full of wrinkles, and her bald head was bronze in color, shining like a mirror. It seemed that Han Sheng's treatment was completely ineffective, or perhaps he never intended to treat her properly, Yang Gong thought resentfully.

Although they had only been apart for one night, Yang Gong still sensed some changes in the wrinkled baby girl. What was different?

At this moment, Shen Caihua reached out and hugged the baby girl, and both children showed wary eyes.

Yang Gong finally saw the difference: fingernails. The baby girl had grown fingernails, a purplish-red color, although not very long, but not like last night... The baby boy, Shen Caihua, also had fingernails, but the color was bluish-black. How damn strange, Yang Gong muttered to himself.

Looking at Wu Chushan, he lay there with his eyes closed, his life hanging by a thread, barely clinging to life.

Yang Gong stared at Wu Chushan, thinking, "I have no real grudge against you, but Huang Qianhui wants you to shut up forever, so don't blame me." He held his breath, preparing to strike.

"Yang Gong," the old woman said, "this Wu Chushan is already dead anyway. I've been running around all night, and I'm starving. Let's make use of him and get his brains out to fill our stomachs first. These brains have a wealth of experience; they might even be quite interesting." The old woman clicked her tongue, her eyes flashing with malice, and with a flick of her wrist, a sharp dagger appeared in her hand.

Yang Gong smiled and said, "Old men's brains reek of filth. I still prefer this young girl, Lan'er. She's guaranteed to be incredibly fresh and sweet. She looks like she's still a virgin, pure yin. Come here and take a look." With that, he smiled wickedly at Lan'er, his lips already completely wet, with a few drops of white foam. Then, he reached out to grab her. Seeing this,

Doctor Zhu was furious and shouted, "Beast!" He stepped in front of Lan'er.

Yang Gong, his murderous intent unleashed, channeled his strength into his arm, transforming his claw into a finger. With a "plop," his index finger pierced Doctor Zhu's throat at the Tian Tu acupoint… The Tian Tu acupoint, also known as Tian Qu or Yu Hu, is the meeting point of the Yin Wei and Ren meridians. Subcutaneously, it contains the jugular venous arch, branches of the inferior thyroid artery, the brachiocephalic vein, and the aortic arch—a dense network of blood vessels. This finger had pierced the aortic arch, and as the finger was pulled out, a spray of red blood mist gushed out.

Blood splattered on Yang Gong's face, the bed, and the naked bodies of the two infants.

Dr. Zhu, eyes wide with rage, collapsed. To protect his family, he died without hesitation… Lan'er screamed and threw herself on top of Dr. Zhu, immediately fainting.

He Xiang was a frail woman, always quietly fulfilling her duties as a kind mother and wife, never even raising her voice. Now, facing these two bloodthirsty demons, an instinct to protect her daughter and husband suddenly erupted within her. She let out a near-mad, piercing scream, lunged at Yang Gong, and bit down… Yang Gong hadn't anticipated such explosive power from this seemingly weak woman; a chunk of flesh was torn from his right arm by He Xiang's teeth.

Enraged, Yang Gong raised his left hand and viciously struck He Xiang on the back of the head. With a thud, He Xiang also collapsed.

In that instant, Qian Laoda was utterly shocked. He couldn't help but take a few steps back. It was too gruesome. A top martial arts master was slaughtering two ordinary people who knew absolutely no martial arts. His heart was shaken in that instant.

Yang Gong laughed loudly: "Hahaha..."

Just then, Shen Caihua's eyes were bloodshot. He leaped into the air naked, brandishing his bluish-black fingernails. Behind him, the wrinkled baby girl spat out a mouthful of sticky phlegm and also sprang into the air naked, extending her purplish-red fingernails as they pounced towards Yang Gong...

Chapter 202

Dispersing Power Yang Gong caught a glimpse of the two naked babies rushing towards him and completely disregarded them. At this moment, the old woman chuckled coldly and seized the opportunity to strike out with both palms, viciously attacking the wrinkled baby girl, determined to kill her. That was Yang Gong and the patriarch's bastard child.

Upon hearing this, Yang Gong was greatly alarmed. Without thinking, he spat out a mouthful of sticky phlegm, aiming it straight at the old woman's face, forcing her to defend herself.

At that moment, Shen Caihua, who was in mid-air, suddenly turned around, his blood-red eyes glaring, and fiercely grabbed at the old woman. He would never allow anyone to harm the wrinkled baby girl.

Seeing the phlegm coming through the air, the old woman hurriedly withdrew her palms to block it in front of her, but because the distance was so close, there was no time to dodge.

With a "smack," the whistling phlegm struck the old woman's palms, the huge impact forcing her palms almost to slap her own face. A stench like rotten salted fish entered the old woman's nostrils.

"You old hag, how dare you attack me!" the old woman roared in fury.

However, in that instant, Shen Caihua's bluish-black fingernails had already scratched the old woman's right cheek, leaving several bloody marks, the color of which was bluish-black. The old hag was startled and was about to turn her attention to Shen Caihua when the wrinkled baby girl, seemingly telepathic with him, attacked her instead, leaving several shallow, purplish-red scratches on the old hag's left cheek. Shen Caihua and the

wrinkled baby girl fell to the ground. Old Qian kicked Shen Caihua lightly on the buttocks, sending him flying out of the room. Old Qian knew the child was Zhu Biao's son, and was moved by his heroic death, which was why he had carried Zhu Biao's body back to Nanshan Village. Alas, he couldn't bear to see his son die a tragic death, so he kicked him to save the child's life.

Seeing Shen Caihua fly out the door, the wrinkled baby girl bounced along the ground and followed him out.

The old hag touched her cheeks, yelling angrily. She leaped out to chase after them, but was stopped by Yang Gong. The two then began to fight again.

Shen Caihua rolled into the courtyard, getting up unharmed. This was thanks to the perfect force of Qian Laoda's kick. The wrinkled baby girl also jumped over like a toad. The two infants, hand in hand, leaped several times and rushed out of the manor gate.

"Stop!" Yang Gong shouted at the old hag to stop, but she pounced like a madwoman, scratching and biting, making strange hissing sounds. Yang Gong stared

in astonishment at the old hag's distorted face, noticing that half of her face was bluish-black, while the other half was purplish-red like a pig's liver. He was immediately puzzled. What kind of evil kung fu was she practicing?

With his master and mistress fighting, Qian Laoda had some free time. He went out to check on the two children, but they were nowhere to be found in the courtyard.

Yang Gong fought and retreated, eventually reaching the courtyard. The old woman, Yin Po, pursued him closely. Her peony-patterned headscarf had fallen off, revealing disheveled hair, and her eyes were glazed, her right eye a dark blue-black, her left a purplish-red, the same color as half her face—a truly bizarre sight.

Yang Gong bent down and grabbed a 100-pound sow from Lan'er's pigpen behind him, throwing it at the old woman.

The old woman's arms were now wildly flailing, her hands tightly gripping the sow, and she bit down hard on its nose. The sow, enraged, opened its blood-red maw and bit down on the old woman's chin… The Guo Gong Burial Ruler was a sacred artifact left behind by Guo Pu of the Western Jin Dynasty, used for incantations and exorcising witchcraft. The ghost infant was born with pure Yin energy, while the wrinkled baby girl was pure Yang energy. Although Han Sheng used the "Yin-Yang Reversal Technique" to merge their Ren and Du meridians, the crucial moment failed to guide them, instead amplifying their power. Then, by accident, they absorbed the Yin-Yang magnetic field of Zhu You that Guo Pu had injected into their bodies. At this moment, Shen Caihua's body was filled with the Yin energy of Zhu You, while the wrinkled baby girl's body was filled with the Yang energy of Zhu You. The combined Yin and Yang power of the two was like Guo Pu himself, truly extraordinary.

The old woman's right cheek was scratched by the Yang energy of Zhu You, turning bluish-black, while her left cheek was broken by the Yin energy of Zhu You, turning purplish-red. The Yin and Yang attack was like the intervention of the ancestor Guo Pu from 1400 years ago, instantly shattering the old woman's years of Zhu You power.

At this moment, the old woman was in a state of frantic pain as her power dissipated.

Yang Gong silently watched the old woman writhe on the ground in agony, clutching the sow, not bothering to help.

"Master, what should we do about Master's wife?" Qian Laoda asked anxiously.

Yang Gong snorted and said disdainfully, "Let her fend for herself. Come on, let's see where my daughter has gone."

The eldest son, Qian, obediently followed behind his master. Before leaving the manor, he couldn't help but look back twice, then sighed and stepped out.

The two searched the vicinity of the manor but found no trace of the two infants.

The eldest son said, "Children are born with the ability to discern their mother's location. Now that the ancestor is imprisoned in the city, could the children have gone towards the county town?"

"Hmm, my daughter has a special talent; that's possible. Then we'll head towards Wuyuan to search. We shouldn't have gone too far, but we must travel stealthily and avoid the main roads. We've killed Doctor Zhu and that woman, and Wu Chushan is practically a dead man. If we run into our Holy Mother Master, it'll be troublesome," Yang Gong said.

"Yes, Master," the eldest son replied.

The two slowly made their way towards the county town through the woods beside the mountain path, keeping a watchful eye on the road.

In front of Linggu Cave, Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl held hands, skipping and hopping through the thick bamboo grove.

"Caw, caw." Several large black crows poked their heads out of their nests overhead, staring at the two naked little figures with strange eyes.

Shen Caihua looked up at the twig nest and the black crows, his tongue involuntarily licking his lips. He looked back at the wrinkled baby girl; she was also licking her little lips. Both were hungry.

With a "whoosh," Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl sprang up, each grabbing a bamboo stalk, and hopped towards the top.

The crows cawed loudly, flapping their wings and angrily threatening him.

Shen Caihua was the first to climb to the top of the bamboo. The crows took flight and circled above his head, cawing loudly. Two of them even turned their tails around, dropping two white turds that landed viciously on Shen Caihua's head.

Inside the nest were more than ten mottled bird eggs, the crows' unborn chicks. Shen Caihua reached out a small hand, picked up an egg, sniffed it, and, finding it tasteless, knocked it onto another egg. The shell broke, and some liquid flowed out. He scooped some out with his finger, licked it, and was immediately overjoyed. He grabbed another egg and began sucking on it.

The wrinkled baby girl did the same, devouring crow eggs on another bamboo stalk. The angry crows' threats and intimidation were ineffective; they watched helplessly as the crows cracked and ate the eggs one by one.

"Woof woof..." The urgent barking of dogs came from the entrance of Linggu Cave.

Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl slid down from the bamboo stalk, hand in hand, heading straight for the sound of the barking.

In a patch of low grass near the entrance of Linggu Cave, the big yellow dog Benben and his pregnant girlfriend Heimei were hunting a badger. The badger struggled left and right but couldn't break through the dogs' encirclement, but Benben and Heimei dared not attack rashly. The stalemate had been going on for an unknown amount of time.

Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl exchanged a smile; another prey had come knocking.

"Whoosh!" Two white figures darted over Benben and Heimei's heads and leaped into the enclosure.

The two dogs stared in astonishment at the two naked infants, exchanging bewildered glances.

Facing the two little figures, the badger let out a low growl. Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl remained unmoved, then suddenly launched a fierce attack, flanking from both sides. With lightning speed, they grabbed the badger's ears and neck fur in an instant. Before it could react, the two babies' sharp teeth were already deeply embedded in the badger's neck... Benben and Heimei stared blankly as the little figures sucked the hot blood from the badger's carotid artery, their bellies slowly swelling.

The babies, having drunk all the badger's blood, let out satisfied burps, rubbed their bellies with their little hands, and then, hand in hand, walked towards Linggu Cave.

Benben and Heimei, recovering from their shock, pounced on the badger's carcass and began tearing at it. Heimei, more than two months pregnant, needed to replenish her nutrition, especially meat.

After eating their fill, Benben forcefully dragged the remaining badger carcass down the mountain towards the manor.

Chapter 203

Strangers Wuyuan County was shrouded in a misty drizzle. White walls and black tiles, small bridges and flowing water, verdant bamboo—it was like a light ink landscape painting, quiet and peaceful.

Granny Wang and Mingyue, holding oil-paper umbrellas, walked along the gravel path. The long-distance bus station was right beside them.

As they walked, Mingyue subconsciously glanced at the station, then suddenly stopped, her face pale, her tense gaze fixed on the station exit… Granny Wang followed her gaze in surprise.

A young couple emerged from the station. The man was tall, fair-skinned, and handsome, wearing a dark blue Zhongshan suit, exuding an air of confidence and a smile. The young woman, however, was short and stocky, with dark, rough skin, a round face covered in purplish-red acne, thick lips, and slanted eyes—her appearance was plain. The young man carried a brown leather suitcase, and the two shared a floral umbrella. The girl's left arm was tightly wrapped around the young man's waist, and she leaned against him.

Granny Wang guessed what was going on, and softly said, "Is it Huang Jianguo?"

Mingyue's eyes were filled with tears, and she nodded almost imperceptibly.

Mingyue could no longer move, her eyes blurred with tears, silently watching Huang Jianguo and the woman slowly approach.

Granny Wang simply stood aside, not urging Mingyue, observing how things would unfold. Huang Jianguo

carried his bag in his left hand and had his right arm around the young woman's shoulder; the winter rain in Jiangnan was quite cold.

Inadvertently, he glanced at Mingyue, then suddenly looked up, staring intently at her, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

His steps slowed, finally stopping a good ten feet away from Mingyue.

"Xiaoguo, what's wrong?" The young woman noticed Huang Jianguo's strange behavior, glancing at Mingyue and Granny Wang, speaking in a thick Beijing accent.

Huang Jianguo seemed not to hear the young woman's question, just staring blankly at Mingyue.

"I asked you what's wrong? Who is she?" The young woman seemed to realize something and loudly pressed him for an answer.

Huang Jianguo was taken aback and quickly said, "Oh, Dongdong, I don't know this person. They're blocking my way."

The young woman named Dongdong playfully pinched Huang Jianguo, pouting and saying in a coquettish voice, "You can't resist pretty women? Be careful, I'll tell Daddy." With that, she puffed out her large chest and swaggered past, giving Mingyue a disdainful look.

Huang Jianguo hurriedly followed, brushing past Mingyue, but never looked back. He vaguely heard her saying to the young woman, "These village girls are so ignorant and naive. Who stands in the middle of the road blocking people's way?"

The laughter of the two gradually faded away, and Mingyue could no longer hold back her tears.

After a long while, Granny Wang gently patted Mingyue's shoulder and said softly, "Mingyue, this man is all show and no substance, heartless and ruthless, definitely not a good person. Let your master finish him off and avenge you."

Mingyue shook her head, looked at her master with tears in her eyes, and said, "Master, don't hurt Jianguo. He must have some unspeakable reason."

Granny Wang sighed and said nothing more. This disciple was too infatuated. There are heartless men everywhere in the world, and it's always women who get hurt. Huang Jianguo was coaxing Dongdong. This high-ranking official's little daughter was someone he couldn't afford to offend. Looking at her ugly appearance yet feigning coquettishness, scratching her head and gesticulating, she was simply a pathetic sight. But on the surface, he had to pretend to be steadfastly loyal in his love. Ten years—it was just ten years of endurance. Once he took control of the capital, wouldn't getting Mingyue back be as easy as taking candy from a baby?

Mingyue had clearly lost weight; she must have suffered a lot. How could she have suddenly disappeared? He sensed that this matter was definitely related to his father, Huang Qianhui, but it was best not to say anything. If his father had really done something to wrong him, it was for his own good, but he still needed to teach him a lesson. No one, including his father, should do anything against Huang Jianguo's will.

"Xiaoguo, what are you thinking about? It's not that girl from earlier, is it?" Dongdong looked directly at Huang Jianguo with a questioning gaze.

"No, I was thinking that we're almost home. How should we surprise him?" Huang Jianguo said.

"Isn't this a surprise? It's the first time I've come to the countryside to see your father. He'll definitely be overjoyed." Dongdong said.

"We're here." Huang Jianguo said, but in his heart he was thinking, "The countryside?" The remote mountain village where your father lived before he joined the revolution was what I called the countryside.

"Is this Comrade Dongdong? Welcome, welcome! You must have had a long journey." Huang Qianhui greeted him with a smile as he came out of the living room.

At first glance, Huang Qiansui's heart skipped a beat. The leader's daughter was so plain-looking; it was truly a pity for his son, Jianguo. But then again, if she were beautiful, their family wouldn't be able to reach her level. Oh well, it didn't matter. Ten years later, Jianguo would be crowned emperor, and then they could choose a beautiful and talented virgin to be the nation's mother. As for this daughter-in-law, she could fend for herself.

"Uncle Huang, Dad asked me to give you his regards, and he also brought you a gift," Dongdong said enthusiastically, taking a red cloth bag from his suitcase. Inside was a set of the latest edition of four volumes of Mao Zedong's Selected Works, with a bright red cover and gold lettering.

"That's wonderful! Thank you for your concern, Leader. I will definitely study hard," Huang Qiansui said, feigning excitement.

"Dad, the Leader also gave me a copy, and he even wrote the inscription: 'Study Chairman Mao's works diligently and strive to be a successor to the red revolution,'" Huang Jianguo said.

"Good, good, you must not let the leader down, strive to be his successor." This time, Huang Qianhui was genuinely excited.

"Dad, what about Uncle and the others?" Huang Jianguo asked.

Huang Qianhui's expression changed, and he said sadly, "Jianguo, your uncle heroically sacrificed his life last night."

"What! Uncle is dead?" Huang Jianguo was shocked.

"This morning, his body was found in the moat. Zhu Qi was a good cadre with a firm revolutionary will. He was killed by class enemies. The public security organs are investigating the case, and the county committee and the county revolutionary committee have decided to posthumously recognize him as a revolutionary martyr." Huang Qianhui said heavily.

"What about Xiaobing?" Huang Jianguo asked sadly.

"He is very ill and is still hospitalized in the county hospital." Huang Qianhui told him.

"I'll go see him in a while." Huang Jianguo said that he had always had a good relationship with Xiaobing since childhood, and he was truly saddened to learn of his serious illness.

Huang Jianguo arrived at the county hospital. Dongdong wanted to come with him, but Huang Qianhui said the weather in the south was different from that in Beijing; winters were cold and damp. He insisted that she stay with him by the charcoal brazier to warm herself and chat, so Dongdong had to give up.

A group of people had gathered at the hospital entrance, shouting and demanding compensation from the hospital. The hospital staff tried to explain, but to no avail, and finally, a fight broke out.

Huang Jianguo understood what had happened: an old man had passed away, and before cremation, it was discovered that his testicles were missing. The family believed that the hospital had secretly removed them, so they gathered a crowd to cause a disturbance. Several burly young men knew some martial arts, and with a few punches and kicks, they beat several young male medical staff to the ground. Some female nurses were terrified and screamed loudly.

"Stop! I am the hospital director!" A loud shout came from inside the door. Director Jing Taiji strode out, stood on the steps, and looked imposing, like a god.

"This is the people's hospital. We are all brothers from the poor and lower-middle peasant class. Let's talk this out. If you cause trouble here, you are hindering the treatment of the people of the whole county, understand?" Jing Taiji said righteously and sternly.

The crowd fell silent. Then someone asked, "What about the old man's testicles?"

Jing Taiji explained patiently, "The old man has testicular cancer. His testicles have atrophied and dissipated."

"No, we saw a knife wound on his scrotum. The hospital must have stolen them. This director is protecting them. Let's beat that bastard!" Someone in the crowd rushed forward.

At this moment, Jing Taiji turned his body, and his hands moved like the wind. With a series of muffled "snap, snap, snap," the young men who knew martial arts at the front were all struck in pressure points and couldn't move. The crowd immediately calmed down.

"A master! This is a peerless master that is hard to find in the martial arts world." An old man sighed sincerely.

Seeing this, Huang Jianguo's heart stirred. This Dean Jing was not only skilled in medicine but also possessed superb martial arts skills, and he was also acquainted with his father. If he were to achieve great things, this would be an invaluable asset. He should start looking for advisors to assist him now.

"Excellent skill! He stopped short of causing trouble, ensuring the safety of the hospital while quelling the unrest. Dean Jing handled it perfectly!" Huang Jianguo clapped his hands and walked forward.

"Oh, it's Jianguo! When did you return from the capital?" Jing Taiji greeted him warmly.

Huang Jianguo smiled slightly, turned around and said to the crowd, "Folks, I am the son of Director Huang Qiansui of our county. Please trust the government; the government will give an explanation to the people after investigating this matter. Now, I would like to ask Dean Jing to release their pressure points. You can all go back and wait for news, how about that?"

No one in the crowd objected. Everyone had already witnessed the dean's superb pressure point skills; who would dare to overestimate themselves?

Jing Taiji swiftly released their pressure points with an extremely elegant posture. The men were ashamed and slipped out of the crowd and left. Upon seeing this, the crowd dispersed.

"Dean Jing, I didn't know you were not only a skilled doctor but also so proficient in martial arts," Huang Jianguo praised.

"Jianguo, you flatter me. It's just fancy footwork," Jing Taiji said casually.

Talented yet humble, poised and measured—hmm, indeed a talented person, Huang Jianguo nodded.

"Dean Jing, I would like to see my cousin, Meng Hongbing. Could you please take me there?" Huang Jianguo said.

"Of course, please follow me." Jing Taiji led the way, and Huang Jianguo followed behind to a ward on the second floor of the inpatient department.

On the hospital bed, Meng Hongbing lay pale and unconscious, barely alive.

"What illness does he have? How did he become like this?" Huang Jianguo asked anxiously.

"Didn't Director Huang tell you?" Jing Taiji asked cautiously.

Huang Jianguo shook his head and replied, "He didn't."

Jing Taiji pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "One night not long ago, Zhu Biao from Nanshan Village broke into your house and shot and wounded your father, Director Meng, and Xiaobing."

"Ah, is that so? Where were they injured? How serious are they?" Huang Jianguo asked in quick succession.

Jing Taiji looked at Huang Jianguo and finally said, "They were both injured in the male reproductive organs. Your father and Director Meng have recovered and been discharged from the hospital, but Xiaobing's immune system has failed, so he can only be kept alive with medication."

Huang Jianguo silently grasped Meng Hongbing's hand, his eyes moist as he murmured, "Xiaobing, you probably don't know, but last night, your uncle heroically sacrificed himself. He was assassinated by class enemies, and the government has decided to posthumously recognize him as a revolutionary martyr. Alas, Xiaobing, your life has been truly miserable."

Sacrificed? Jing Taiji chuckled inwardly. A grown man was bitten to death by two infants, and he could be considered a revolutionary martyr?

"Isn't there any other way to treat Xiaobing's illness?" Huang Jianguo asked.

Jing Taiji thought for a moment and said, "Unless..."

"Unless what?" Huang Jianguo pressed.

Jing Taiji calculated that Han Sheng was currently detained in the county public security bureau detention center, and it wouldn't be easy to get him out. If he could get him out to treat Meng Hongbing, he would have a chance to kidnap him. The risk was that Han Sheng would discover that the testicle he had just transplanted into Meng Hongbing had testicular cancer, which would be disadvantageous to him. However, weighing the pros and cons, capturing Han Sheng should be the primary objective.

"Unless Han Sheng is released to treat Xiaobing, there's no chance of saving his life," Jing Taiji said.

"Where is Han Sheng?" Huang Jianguo asked.

"In the county public security bureau detention center," Jing Taiji said.

"Make arrangements immediately, I'll go get him out right away," Huang Jianguo said.

"Good, the sooner the better, the greater the chance of success," Jing Taiji encouraged.

"Have you considered leaving here?" Huang Jianguo suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?" Jing Taiji asked warily.

"Have you thought about working in Beijing?" Huang Jianguo said.

Jing Taiji pondered for a moment and said, "I couldn't ask for more."

Chapter 204

Reunion "Release Hansheng," Huang Jianguo said.

Huang Qiansui stared intently at his son and slowly said, "What did you say?"

"Release Hansheng and let him save Xiaobing," Huang Jianguo solemnly repeated.

"Hmm, do you know? Xiaobing's current state is all Hansheng's fault," Huang Qiansui said, then told his son how Hansheng secretly transplanted a pig's testicles into Meng Hongbing, causing his personality to drastically change. He even fell in love with a sow, eventually raping her and becoming a shameful, mute rapist. The entire Wuyuan County was laughing at our family. In the end, Hansheng even smuggled himself to Hong Kong and somehow obtained a huge sum of money, which has now been confiscated by the government. The public security organs are investigating and will convict him according to the law, punishing him severely.

After listening, Huang Jianguo pondered for a moment, then calmly said, "This man is arrogant and unruly. Since he can't be used by me, I must eliminate him decisively. However, he still has some use for me. It's not too late to deal with him after he has cured Xiaobing."

Huang Qiansui looked at his son with satisfaction. Jianguo was indeed clear-headed, resourceful, and possessed the ruthlessness and decisiveness of a great man.

"Okay, I'll make a call. Go find Director Zhang of the Public Security Bureau, who is in charge of political security. He will arrange it for you," Huang Qiansui said with a smile.

Huang Jianguo told Dongdong, who was taking a nap in the room, that he had to go out to take care of something.

"You're not going to see your old flame, are you?" Dongdong looked into his eyes and asked.

"I've told you so many times, and I swore to Chairman Mao, that you are my first love. I'm going to run errands for my cousin. Please believe me," Huang Jianguo explained.

"Okay, you'd better come back soon," Dongdong pouted.

Huang Jianguo responded and left the room, heading towards the crossroads where the county public security bureau was located.

Director Zhang warmly greeted Huang Jianguo and led him to the detention center in the back courtyard. A policeman released Zhu Hansheng separately.

"We need to go out too!" Old Zu shouted from inside the cell.

"Zhu Hansheng needs to see a patient; you must stay for now," Director Zhang explained to Old Zu.

Liu Jinmo remained silent, listening intently to Hansheng's conversation with the young man

in the courtyard. "Hansheng, you transplanted pig testicles into Xiaobing, and now he's about to die. I know Xiaobing acted rashly and offended your family, but you're a doctor. How can you let personal grudges interfere with the treatment? Such irresponsibility towards patients is a breach of medical ethics," Huang Jianguo said calmly.

Hansheng blushed slightly, remaining noncommittal.

"Could you please come with me to the county hospital to see if there's any way to save his life?" Huang Jianguo asked.

“I’ll go with you,” Han Sheng nodded, then walked back to the iron fence.

“Mr. Liu, Huang Jianguo and I are going to the county hospital. We’ll be back after seeing Meng Hongbing,” Han Sheng said.

Liu Jinmo pondered, “Okay, be careful. If we’re not back by sunset, my ancestor and I will have to break out.”

Han Sheng nodded, reassuring him, then followed Huang Jianguo out of the detention center. At the entrance of a small shop on the crossroads, Granny Wang and Mingyue stood, observing the layout of the county public security bureau. Han Sheng and the others were imprisoned in this compound. Watching the police coming and going, Granny Wang thought it would be easier to act at night.

“Let’s go find my rebellious disciples first, then we’ll break them out after dark,” Granny Wang said to Mingyue.

“Master,” Mingyue suddenly grabbed Granny Wang’s arm tightly.

Three people walked out of the public security bureau gate: a middle-aged policeman in uniform, and Han Sheng and Huang Jianguo. The three walked south.

"Come on, let's follow behind them," Granny Wang said, and the two of them quietly followed behind them.

The three men walked directly into the Wuyuan County People's Hospital.

Inside the ward, Jing Taiji was waiting for them. Upon seeing Han Sheng, he blushed slightly, looking quite embarrassed.

Han Sheng ignored him, went straight to the bedside, looked at the unconscious Meng Hongbing, then lifted the blanket, reached out and pinched his scrotum, saying in surprise, "Huh, these aren't the original pig testicles."

Jing Taiji explained from the side, "That's right, those pig testicles were smashed by Zhu Biao. These are human testicles that I transplanted." He glanced at Director Zhang, who was dressed in a police uniform, thinking that since he was going to abandon his post and kidnap Han Sheng anyway, there was no need to hold back.

Director Zhang seemed oblivious, gazing out the window.

Han Sheng continued observing, asking, "This testicle didn't survive, how did you transplant it?"

Jing Taiji swallowed hard and said, "I used the half-bottle of snot you had left."

At that moment, Huang Jianguo had a sudden realization. He asked Jing Taiji suspiciously, "Dean Jing, the donor you used for the transplant wasn't the dead man's testicle that those troublemakers were talking about, was it?"

Jing Taiji blushed and stammered, "Where would I find a live testicle?"

"But that person died of testicular cancer, didn't he?" Huang Jianguo questioned sternly.

Jing Taiji was speechless, extremely embarrassed.

Just then, a nurse came in and saved him, "Dean Jing, someone's looking for you outside. The guest is waiting in the dean's office." The nurse said.

Jing Taiji felt relieved and quickly went out, still very angry. He stomped upstairs and pushed open the door to the dean's office, only to freeze there... His master, Granny Wang, was sitting on the sofa, staring at him sternly.

“Master…” Jing Taiji called softly, a wave of panic washing over him.

Granny Wang’s cold face was like ice. She sneered, “Do you still consider me your master? You dared to put Zhuyou powder in Hansheng’s tea, tricking him into giving up the *Qingnang Jing*, and even openly kidnapped Hansheng, violating my sect’s rules. I wasted my time taking you in as a rebellious disciple.”

“Master, please forgive my momentary lapse of judgment. I will never dare to do it again,” Jing Taiji said, feigning a pitiful look.

Granny Wang sneered, “You think there will be a next time? Today I’ll cripple you to prevent future trouble.” She then slowly raised her arm.

“Master, I know I was wrong and am willing to accept punishment, but I beg you to allow me to finish this surgery. I will come back to receive my orders in half an hour,” Jing Taiji pleaded earnestly, two tears falling from his eyes.

Granny Wang hesitated for a moment, then lowered her arm and said to Mingyue behind her, "Mingyue, go with him and call Hansheng here."

"Yes, Master," Mingyue replied, then followed Jing Taiji downstairs to the inpatient department.

In the corridor, hearing footsteps, Huang Jianguo, who was pacing, slowly turned around.

"Mingyue, it's you..." A warm feeling welled up in Huang Jianguo's heart, and he quickly took two steps forward to take Mingyue's hand.

Mingyue's mind went blank for a moment. She took two steps back and murmured, "Didn't you say you didn't recognize me?"

Huang Jianguo, tears streaming down his face, said excitedly, "You're the one I've been longing for day and night. How could I not recognize you? Today on the road, it was just a show for Dongdong. Since you disappeared, I haven't been able to eat or sleep, searching everywhere for you. What happened to you? You must have suffered a lot."

Mingyue's long-held longing and emotional torment surged up like a burst dam. Tears streamed down her face, and she swayed, falling to one side.

Huang Jianguo rushed forward to support her.

Jing Taiji pushed open the door to an empty ward next door, letting Huang Jianguo help Mingyue inside, saying, "Jianguo, you two talk here for a while." Then he left and quietly closed the door behind him.

He quickly returned to Meng Hongbing's ward. Seeing him return, Han Sheng said, "Then let's prepare to begin the surgery."

"No need," Jing Taiji said with a sinister smile, pointing a finger at Han Sheng's Tanzhong acupoint. Han Sheng felt a numbness in his chest and immediately lost consciousness.

"Dean Jing, what is this…" Director Zhang, standing at the window, turned around and asked in surprise.

Jing Taiji didn't answer, reaching for a pen. With a flick of his finger, the pen shot out like lightning, striking the high bone behind Director Zhang's ear. Director Zhang opened his mouth, but before he could utter a sound, everything went black, and he collapsed onto the bed, nearly biting Meng Hongbing's genitals.

Jing Taiji caught Han Sheng, put his arm around his waist, and lifted him off the ground, as if supporting him. He opened the door and headed to the other side of the corridor, then went out the back door to the garage. He left Han Sheng lying down in the dilapidated ambulance, then jumped into the driver's seat, started the engine, and drove out of the hospital, heading southeast in a panic.

Chapter 205 Unwavering Devotion

Huang Jianguo sat on the hospital bed, holding Mingyue tightly in his arms, gazing at her with tender affection. All worldly matters ceased to exist at that moment. The two embraced like that for a long, long time.

"On the fifteenth of August, I ate the mooncakes your family sent and got poisoned, Jianguo, you must not know, right?" Mingyue said softly.

"You got poisoned? Of course I didn't know! Who did it?" Huang Jianguo was shocked, but his mind raced, and he immediately realized that the only person who could want to get rid of Mingyue was his own father, Huang Qianhui.

"I was abandoned in the wilderness of Jingdezhen and almost cremated..." Mingyue said, tears of grievance welling up again.

"Damn it! I will never forgive him, one day..." Huang Jianguo gritted his teeth.

"Who are you talking about?" Mingyue asked, puzzled.

Huang Jianguo calmed down instantly and said softly, "I'm talking about the murderer. Whoever he is, I won't let him get away with it."

Mingyue slowly sat up, looking at Huang Jianguo with a resentful expression, and whispered, "Who is that woman named Dongdong?"

Huang Jianguo was taken aback, then said, "She's the daughter of a high-ranking official in Beijing. I've settled down and developed my career in Beijing, and I still need her father's help. But please believe me, the person I love will always be you."

"Then will you marry her?" Mingyue asked anxiously, looking down.

"Mingyue, I swear to you, I will definitely marry you within ten years," Huang Jianguo said confidently.

Mingyue trembled and murmured, "Ten years? Why ten years? Didn't we agree that you would come back to marry me after you graduated?"

"Mingyue, there are some things I can't tell you, but you must believe me, okay?" Huang Jianguo sincerely held Mingyue's hand.

Mingyue gently withdrew her hands, her clear eyes looking at him, and slowly said, "I heard that you and your father buried Grandpa Huang alive in the Taiji Yin Aura, is that true?"

Huang Jianguo's heart sank. He thought, how could she know this? It must have been Wu Daoming and her master, the old nun, who told him.

"Mingyue, how could that be? You know how much Grandpa loves me. I would never have the heart to hurt him, not even a single hair," Huang Jianguo said softly.

Mingyue looked at him blankly, unsure whether to believe him.

"By the way, Mingyue, who is that old woman with you?" Huang Jianguo seized the opportunity to change the subject.

"Oh dear, I forgot what Master asked me to do," Mingyue suddenly realized, and hurriedly stood up.

They arrived at Meng Hongbing's ward, but Jing Taiji and Han Sheng were nowhere to be seen. Only the unconscious Meng Hongbing lay naked on the bed, his swollen testicles exposed. Director Zhang was slumped over him, his limbs twitching uncontrollably.

"What? Han Sheng and Jing Taiji are both gone? Take me to see them!" Granny Wang exclaimed, her sharp gaze fixed on Huang Jianguo standing behind Mingyue.

"Granny, hello," Huang Jianguo greeted politely.

"Hmph," Granny Wang stood up, her voice sharp, "Mingyue, let Granny cripple this wretched man."

Mingyue grabbed her master's hand, pleading, "Master, no, Jianguo has his reasons."

Granny Wang sighed, "All show and no substance, just a shell. Mingyue, let's go." She then grabbed Mingyue's arm and dragged her out.

"Mingyue, remember to wait for me..." came Huang Jianguo's earnest voice from behind.

Upon arriving at the ward, Granny Wang stepped forward and pressed her finger on the philtrum below Director Zhang's nose. Director Zhang immediately stopped convulsing and slowly regained consciousness.

"What happened? Where's Hansheng?" Granny Wang asked, looking at Director Zhang.

Director Zhang slapped his head, rubbing behind his ears, and said, "Dean Jing knocked Hansheng unconscious with his finger, and then some kind of hidden weapon flew over and knocked me unconscious. I don't know anything else. What happened?" He was completely bewildered.

"That traitor! I'll definitely kill him!" Granny Wang's eyes widened, her anger reaching its peak.

Leaving the hospital, Mingyue kept looking back, but Huang Jianguo never reappeared.

"Master, where are we going?" Mingyue asked timidly.

"I'll go and cripple those two traitors, Yang Gong and Yin Po, first," Granny Wang said angrily.

The master and apprentice inquired their way to Director Huang Qiansui's house, and soon arrived at the grand, traditional Hui-style courtyard. A pair of majestic lions sat at the entrance of the main gate, and two armed militiamen stood guard beside the vermilion gate. These were the elite militiamen recently transferred by Huang Qianhui.

Granny Wang led Mingyue around the courtyard. Although the courtyard wall was high and she could easily enter, Mingyue couldn't climb it in one go. Although she had mastered the Zhuyou Heart Sutra, she hadn't yet learned the lightness skill.

"Mingyue, wait for me here. Master will go in and take a look," Granny Wang said.

"Master, please have mercy on Jianguo and his father," Mingyue said pitifully.

Granny Wang sighed, bent down, and leaped into the courtyard. Upon landing and looking around, she realized this was the backyard of the main house. She tiptoed to a back window and quietly peeked inside. It was a living room. A middle-aged man sat in a grand chair with his back to her, his face obscured, but his figure was slightly plump.

On the other side sat a man, Yang Gong.

Granny Wang listened intently as the two discussed Nanshan Village.

"Wu Chushan is now in a vegetative state, so he's no longer a threat. But you killed Dr. Zhu and Wu Chushan's wife; that's a bit troublesome. How are you? Is your arm alright?" the middle-aged man said.

Yang Gong smiled and said, "Director Huang, my arm is fine. Don't worry about Nanshan Village. That old hag suddenly lost her powers, and she's probably dead at Han Sheng's house now. Even if the police investigate, they'll just assume she died along with Dr. Zhu and the others. As for her identity, once Han Sheng and the others are eliminated, no one will recognize her, let alone guess her background. It'll become a cold case." "

Hmm, my son Jianguo took Han Sheng to the People's Hospital to treat Xiaobing. He'll be back at the detention center tonight. Are you confident you can eliminate Han Sheng, Liu Jinmo, and Lao Zu? And you even have a child with that woman called Lao Zu," Huang Qianhui said.

"Haha, that ugly old hag, neither male nor female, I've wanted to get rid of her for a long time. Director Huang, you can rest assured, I'll make my move tonight," Yang Gong chuckled.

Hearing this, Granny Wang broke out in a cold sweat, inwardly cursing. She'd only been gone half a day, and Dr. Zhu and the mountain man's wife had already fallen victim to Yang Gong and the old hag's wickedness. And these two were her own apprentices! She felt utterly ashamed. It was best the old hag was dead, saving her the trouble. Yang Gong had committed countless evils and indiscriminately killed innocents; he had to be eliminated as soon as possible. But if she acted now, she would have to kill Huang Qianhui as well, which would likely break Mingyue's heart.

While Granny Wang hesitated, another person hurried into the living room. Looking closely, it was the unfaithful Huang Jianguo.

Huang Jianguo saw Yang Gong sitting in the living room and hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

“Master Yang, this is my son, Jianguo,” Huang Qianhui introduced. “Jianguo, come and meet your father’s good friend from Northeast China, Master Yang. Speak freely; we’re not strangers.”

Huang Jianguo nodded slightly to Master Yang, then said expressionlessly to his father, “Father, Dean Jing has taken Hansheng hostage and fled, and he also knocked Director Zhang unconscious.”

“You mean Jing Taiji? How is that possible? They have no grudge against each other. Where is Director Zhang now?” Huang Qianhui asked doubtfully.

“He’s at the county hospital getting a medical checkup,” Huang Jianguo replied.

Huang Qianhui stood up, pacing back and forth, his brow furrowed in deep thought.

“Where could Jing Taiji have taken Hansheng? He doesn’t have any relatives or close associates in this area. I’ve heard he has a master in the Poyang Lake Valley area; could he have gone there?” Huang Qianhui said.

“No,” Yang Gong said decisively, then explained, “Jing Taiji is my junior brother. He and I are both afraid to leave our master, he would never walk into a trap.”

Just then, the phone on the coffee table rang. Huang Qiansui grabbed the phone and immediately became respectful.

“It’s me, okay, okay, I will do as you say.” Huang Qiansui said obsequiously, then put down the phone, walked to Yang Gong’s side, and whispered, “The commander wants you to return to Beijing immediately.”

Yang Gong breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Okay, I’ll get ready to leave now.”

Chapter 206 The Death of Boss Qian

Granny Wang thought to herself, this is good, I’ll make my move after Yang Gong leaves the Huang family’s house. So she quietly climbed back over the wall along the same route, met up with Mingyue, and went around to the front, watching the gate from a relatively hidden spot on the street corner.

Yang Gong and Boss Qian walked out of the Huang family’s gate and headed towards the bus station.

"Brother Qian, I have business to attend to in Beijing. You stay here and continue searching for my daughter. Once you find her, take her directly back to our hometown in Guandong. I'll return as soon as I'm done, understand?" Yang Gong instructed.

"Yes, Master, don't worry," Brother Qian replied.

They arrived at the county's long-distance bus station. The streets were bustling with people, and Granny Wang hadn't found an opportunity to act, only keeping a watchful eye on things from a distance with Mingyue.

A long-distance bus from Wuyuan to Nanchang, the provincial capital, was about to depart, and passengers were boarding. Yang Gong quickly bought a ticket, but seemingly needing to urinate, he and Brother Qian went behind some bushes to relieve themselves.

If they didn't act now, they'd miss their chance. Granny Wang told Mingyue to stay where she was and then slipped into the bushes.

"Whoosh..." Yang Gong's urination was particularly strong, and Granny Wang patiently waited for him to finish.

“Brother Qian, if you run into my master, you'd better stay far away. That old woman is extremely unreasonable and tyrannical; she doesn't have many days left to live,” Yang Gong said while fastening his trousers.

“But there's still time to clean house,” Granny Wang said, emerging from behind a tree like a ghost.

Yang Gong was terrified and exclaimed, “Master, you…”

Granny Wang snorted and scolded, "Yang Gong, you've been indiscriminately killing innocent people! Today, I, your master, will cleanse your sect! Prepare to die!" With that, she lunged forward, grabbing at Yang Gong's bald head.

Yang Gong felt a suction force enveloping his body, knowing he was facing certain death. He had no choice but to fight to the death. With a "splat," he spat out a large, greenish-blue phlegm, which, carrying a foul stench, hurtled towards Granny Wang.

Granny Wang was enraged. She withdrew her arms, crossed them in front of her chest, and chanted the second move of the Zhu You Divine Skill, "Transplanting Flowers and Grafting Trees."

Yang Gong had already spat out the poisonous phlegm when suddenly his chest caved in, his inner energy violently drawing back, pulling the phlegm that was about to reach Granny Wang back into his mouth. His mouth throbbed with pain.

Knowing his escape was impossible, he grabbed Qian Laoda and pushed him towards his master, using the opportunity to leap backward.

Caught off guard, Qian Laoda was pushed in front of Granny Wang by Yang Gong. This man, with his strong sense of justice and unwavering loyalty, instinctively grabbed Granny Wang's legs tightly, tears streaming down his face, crying out, "Grandma, spare Master!"

"Get out of the way!" Granny Wang shouted sharply.

Qian Laoda, already a skilled martial artist, held on with all his might, buying precious time for his master. Granny Wang, as Qian Laoda's grandma, couldn't possibly harm her grand-disciple. In that moment of hesitation, Yang Gong had vanished. Finally,

Qian Laoda slowly released his grip, tears streaming down his face. A man in his sixties, he wept like a child.

Granny Wang shook her head and ran after Yang Gong.

"Grandma, Qian Laoda has disobeyed you to save Master, a crime deserving death. He should atone for his sins by committing suicide." With that, he struck his own face.

With a muffled "thud," Qian Laoda had already collapsed to his knees, his skull flipped open to reveal his still-wriggling, white brain... Granny Wang stopped, letting out a long sigh. Her disciple was so disappointing, while this grand-disciple named Qian Laoda was a truly courageous and spirited man.

Granny Wang walked dejectedly out of the bushes. The bus bound for the provincial capital was long gone. It was dark, and in the drizzling rain, only the lonely moon stood there.

County Public Security Bureau Detention Center.

Liu Jinmo looked up and saw that it was already dark. He sighed, "It's getting late, we should go." He twisted the iron bars with both hands, and with a twist of his arms, the finger-thick steel bar bent. He and his ancestor squeezed through the bars and leaped over the wall.

The two arrived at the county hospital, went up the stairs through the side door, and went through the wards on the second floor, finally finding Meng Hongbing's room.

Meng Hongbing lay unconscious on the bed, but Han Sheng was nowhere to be seen.

Liu Jinmo pondered, "Many of Han Sheng's misfortunes were caused by this kid. The grievances have their source, the debts have their debtors; keeping him around will only bring trouble." With that, he struck down with a palm, instantly shattering Meng Hongbing's skull, causing him to bleed from all seven orifices, and he died instantly.

"Han Sheng must have encountered some trouble," the patriarch said confidently.

"Let's go, let's go inquire further," Liu Jinmo said, and walked out of the ward with the patriarch.

At the hospital entrance, Director Zhang, having finished his comprehensive physical examination, looked up at the drizzling sky, hesitating whether to brave the rain and go home.

Suddenly, his arm was gripped by a large, powerful hand, like a steel clamp. He let out a soft cry of pain, gasped, and turned to see Liu Jinmo standing behind him, coldly watching him.

"Huh, why are you out here?" Director Zhang asked, puzzled.

"Where's Han Sheng?" Liu Jinmo's shrill voice rang out.

"I'm asking how you got out?" Director Zhang calmed down and adopted an official tone.

Liu Jinmo sneered and increased the pressure on his hand.

"Ouch!" Director Zhang's forehead broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, and he hurriedly said, "Dean Jing knocked me unconscious and kidnapped Han Sheng and ran away."

"Where did they run off to?" Liu Jinmo pressed.

"I fainted in the ward, I don't know where they went." Director Zhang's eyes were filled with tears.

"It seems to be true." The old ancestor analyzed again.

Liu Jinmo thought for a moment, grabbed him and went back upstairs to the second floor, found an empty ward, and dragged Director Zhang inside.

"What are you going to do?" Director Zhang's eyes showed fear.

"You should get some sleep." Liu Jinmo said, knocking him down and laying him on the bed, pulling a blanket over him.

"Let's go, he won't bother us tonight." Liu Jinmo said shrilly.

"Where are we going now?" the old ancestor asked.

"To Huang Qianhui's house." Liu Jinmo smiled coldly.

The two walked out of the hospital. The sky was dark, and a light drizzle was still falling.

"Look, who's that?" the old man pointed ahead.

Liu Jinmo had already spotted them; it was Granny Wang and Mingyue.

"Why are you here too?" the old man asked Granny Wang as he ran up.

"Oh, it's you and Mr. Liu. Something happened at Hansheng's house," Granny Wang recounted what she had heard at Huang Qiansui's house.

"Hansheng is missing, and we don't have any leads yet. We need to hurry back to Nanshan Village to check," Liu Jinmo said anxiously.

The four of them hurriedly traveled through the night, rushing back to Nanshan Village without stopping.

The courtyard in the east of the village was pitch black, with the night rain pattering down. A faint smell of blood permeated the air, and a hoarse, mournful cry came from a side room. Liu Jinmo darted into the room and struck a match to light the oil lamp.

Inside the house, Dr. Zhu and He Xiang lay motionless on the floor, Lan'er clinging to Dr. Zhu's body... Large patches of blood had congealed on the ground. Benben and Heimei, their eyes red and swollen, lay beside Dr. Zhu, silently gazing at their lifeless master, uttering weak cries of sorrow.

Liu Jinmo reached out; Dr. Zhu and He Xiang had long since died, while Lan'er was merely unconscious. He quickly called for the old ancestor to carry her to the bed.

Liu Jinmo had learned from Granny Wang that Wu Chushan was severely injured and had become a "wooden corpse," and indeed, he appeared completely unconscious.

"It's a pity we couldn't catch Yang Gong, that traitor!" Granny Wang said angrily.

"Master, Old Yin Po!" Mingyue's voice called from the courtyard.

Old Yin Po's face was half blue-black and half purple, her muscles contorted, her hands tightly clutching a dead sow, biting it. Her embroidered cloth shoes had fallen off, and she appeared to have been dead for some time.

Granny Wang performed a bloodletting procedure on Lan'er, and after a short while, Lan'er slowly woke up. Seeing her mother and Doctor Zhu's bodies, she immediately burst into tears. The matriarch gently stroked Lan'er's shoulder; everyone's hearts were heavy, and no one spoke.

After a long while, Lan'er stopped crying and looked at everyone, asking, "Where's Hansheng?"

Liu Jinmo slowly said, "He was captured by Jing Taiji. We're looking for him."

"Why did this happen..." Lan'er sobbed, but no one answered.

"Where are the children? Where is my daughter?" The matriarch, regaining her composure, hurriedly asked.

Granny Wang said, "Yes, where have those two little ones gone?"

Everyone quickly searched everywhere, but they couldn't find any trace of the children.

"Could they have been taken away by Yang Gong?" Liu Jinmo wondered.

Granny Wang shook her head and said, "Yang Gong doesn't have any children."

"That's strange." Liu Jinmo pondered. Could it be that Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl had run away again during the chaos, just like in Hong Kong? A faint feeling welled up deep within him. He knew it was a mother's longing for her child, and it seemed the distance wasn't too far. Where was it?

Liu Jinmo turned his body and found that the feeling was stronger when facing southeast. His blood surged, and he had an urge to cry. He looked up at the southeastern night sky, which was the direction of Linggu Cave.

"I think I can sense where the child is," Liu Jinmo murmured.

"Where?" the old ancestor asked anxiously.

Liu Jinmo turned to Granny Wang and said, "Granny, please take care of Lan'er and Wu Chushan. I'm going to find the child. I'll be back at dawn, and then we'll go look for Hansheng's whereabouts."

"I'll go too!" the old ancestor said firmly.

Liu Jinmo nodded, found a flashlight, and hurriedly left the manor with the ancestor, heading towards Linggu Cave.

Chapter 207 Kidnapping

Shen Caihua Holding the wrinkled baby girl's hand, the two of them hopped into Linggu Cave. The pitch-black cave was impenetrable. The two infants' pupils dilated rapidly, eventually filling their entire eye sockets, absorbing and amplifying even the faintest light. Gradually, their pupils turned crimson, and the scenery inside the cave became clearer. Several

geckos on the stone walls were startled and scrambled about, while some mosquitoes and flies buzzed in the air, but none dared to land on their naked bodies.

The two infants had absorbed the lifelong power infused by a master of incantation, granting them superhuman abilities. However, because they were too young, they didn't know how to use them, only reacting instinctively.

Shen Caihua had been inside the cave once before, so he remembered that it was very warm. For the naked two, the temperature was very comfortable, which was why he had pulled the wrinkled baby girl inside.

The two strolled deeper into the cave, feeling completely safe there. They

walked for an unknown amount of time, resting whenever they felt tired before continuing. On the stone wall, a pair of enormous, bell-like red eyes stared intently at them. Then, with a whoosh, they swooped down, circling above the children's heads several times. Immediately afterward, a dozen or so smaller monsters flew in from behind, leaping and swooping. The infant watched these flying creatures with curiosity, giggling.

The leader of the red-eyed shadow bats and its children stared in astonishment at the two little ones, wondering why they had no hair to pluck… The little shadow bats landed curiously at their feet, and two of the bolder ones perched directly on the infant's shoulders. The wrinkled baby girl reached out her tiny hand and tentatively touched the shadow bat's furry limbs, overjoyed.

The little shadow bats led their two children to the large stone chamber where the shadow bats lived. On a stone platform, the shadow bat mother was nursing a group of newborn shadow bat babies. The two little ones stared at the chubby, adorable baby shadow bats, their eyes glued to them, completely enamored.

The shadow bat leader, wearing a riding cape around his neck, brought out several bunches of wild fruit from somewhere and offered them to the children. Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl sniffed the fruit, showing little interest.

Shen Caihua then touched the chubby baby shadow bat, subconsciously licking his lips, but it seemed the badger's blood hadn't been fully digested, and his belly was still a little bloated, so he swallowed and withdrew his hand; he had no appetite yet.

After a while, the two babies felt tired and climbed onto the stone platform, falling fast asleep.

Jing Taiji drove the ambulance at breakneck speed, not knowing where to go. His master's Poyang Lake Valley was in the northwest, so he subconsciously drove in the opposite direction, southeast.

The winter rain in Jiangnan was damp and cold, but sweat beaded on his forehead. The road outside the county town was extremely bumpy. After driving for about several dozen miles, the engine suddenly sputtered and stalled. He quickly tried to start the engine several times, but it wouldn't start. Upon closer inspection, he realized the fuel tank was empty.

Damn it! This was really bad luck. Jing Taiji jumped out of the car and looked around. There was no village in sight, and the small village at the foot of the mountain ahead was at least five miles away. He thought for a moment, opened the back door, and pressed a pressure point under Han Sheng's ribs to release his pressure.

"Get out, Han Sheng," Jing Taiji said.

Han Sheng rubbed his numb waist and lower limbs and slowly climbed out of the car.

"Jing Taiji, it's no use. I will never tell you anything from the *Qing Nang Jing*," Han Sheng said calmly.

"Don't be so stubborn. Let me find a place to rest, then we can discuss this further," Jing Taiji said with a forced smile.

Han Sheng ignored him and looked around. Where was this place? It seemed vaguely familiar.

"Let's go, let's go to the village at the foot of the mountain ahead," Jing Taiji pushed Han Sheng, urging him to move forward.

Han Sheng and Jing Taiji braved the drizzle and walked towards the village at the foot of the mountain. The road was rugged and muddy, a truly arduous journey, and it took them an hour to reach the village entrance. The village

paths were deserted, not a soul in sight.

"Hey, where did you come from, old man? What's the matter?" An old man with a white beard stood under the eaves, staring at the two uninvited guests with a suspicious look.

Han Sheng was delighted to see him; he recognized the man as Bai Yigao, the dog-skin plaster seller at the market.

Jing Taiji stepped forward and politely asked the old man, "Fellow villager, do you have any vacant rooms for rent here?"

Bai Yigao shook his head, indicating no. He glanced at Jing Taiji, then at Han Sheng, seemingly startled, before looking up at Han Sheng with a bright light in his eyes.

Han Sheng knew Bai Yigao recognized him and hurriedly waved his hands behind Jing Taiji.

Bai Yigao, with years of experience selling herbal remedies at the market, immediately understood something was amiss when he saw Han Sheng waving. He quickly looked away and asked Jing Taiji, "What do you need the room for?"

"We're from a geological team, investigating the geological structure of this area," Jing Taiji lied.

Han Sheng suddenly spoke up, "A cave would be fine too." He then winked and nodded.

Bai Yigao immediately understood Han Sheng's meaning. He pretended to look at the sky, then said to Jing Taiji, "There are many caves in Dazhang Mountain. It would be a good place to stay and avoid the rain, and it wouldn't cost any money. Is

that alright?" Jing Taiji thought to himself, "A cave would be perfect. I can slowly interrogate Han Sheng there. He'll talk eventually, and there will be no outside interference. It'll also be convenient to dispose of the body afterward. Why didn't I think of that? Han Sheng, you've brought this upon yourself. Don't blame me, Jing Taiji.

" "Of course, please take us there," Jing Taiji said readily.

"Wait a moment, I'll go home and change my shoes," Bai Yigao said.

A little while later, Bai Yigao returned wearing rain boots and carrying a cloth bag.

"What's this?" Jing Taiji asked, puzzled.

Bai Yigao unwrapped the package, revealing a large white cocoon silk thread inside. He touched the silk and gave Han Sheng a meaningful look, saying, "A friend of mine forgot this with me before. It's moisture-proof, and I thought you might find it useful, so I brought it along."

Han Sheng smiled, took the package, and thought to himself, "I completely forgot about this."

"Ah, my fellow villager is so thoughtful, thank you so much," Jing Taiji said approvingly.

Bai Yigao led the way, and after about half an hour, they arrived at a huge cliff. Pushing aside the waist-high weeds, they revealed a stone cave at the foot of the cliff.

"This is the 'Immortal's Cave.' According to the elders, about 600 years ago, an immortal cultivated in this cave. He probably achieved enlightenment and ascended to heaven, so the villagers call this cave 'Immortal's Cave,'" Bai Yigao explained. Han

Sheng smiled silently. This was his second time visiting the 'Immortal's Cave.' "

A good omen! I, Jing Taiji, will also achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven in this cave today," he thought happily. Then he said to the white-bearded old man, "Fellow villager, please go back. This is nothing." He took out twenty yuan from his pocket and handed it to him.

Bai Yigao declined.

Han Sheng said from the side, "Why won't you take the money that's given away for free?"

Hearing this, Bai Yigao chuckled and readily accepted it.

"That's right, fellow villager, please go back," Jing Taiji said to the old man.

Han Sheng tugged at Jing Taiji and said, "Dean Jing, should we ask this fellow to keep an eye on that ambulance that broke down on the road, so it doesn't get stolen?" He then bent down and disappeared into the cave.

"Comrade, if you need anything else, just let me know," Bai Yigao said earnestly, waving two ten-yuan bills in his hand.

Jing Taiji quickly waved his hand, saying, "There's nothing needed. Don't listen to my colleague's nonsense; he loves to joke."

"Alright, really nothing else?" Bai Yigao looked down at the bills in his hand, saying regretfully.

"Really nothing else. Please go back," Jing Taiji said calmly.

"Alright, I'm leaving. Come find me in the village if you need anything," Bai Yigao said, reluctantly leaving.

These fellows are all greedy for money. Humph, Han Sheng still wants to play me? Let's see how I deal with him, Jing Taiji thought resentfully.

Jing Taiji then bent down and crawled into the 'Immortal's Cave'. The depths of the cave were pitch black, and Han Sheng had long since vanished…

Chapter 208 The Mask of Humanity

Jing Taiji hadn't expected the cave to be so deep. Helpless, he could only grope his way forward in the darkness, listening intently for any sounds Han Sheng might make. When he calmed down, he finally heard Han Sheng's stumbling footsteps not far ahead.

"Han Sheng, stop running! Why bother? Where can you run to?" Jing Taiji shouted, and the cave echoed.

"Jing Taiji, good and evil will be rewarded in the end. Your retribution is coming soon," came Han Sheng's reply from the darkness, seemingly just ahead.

Jing Taiji gathered his inner energy, trying to quicken his pace, but it was no use. The stone walls in the darkness were uneven; one wrong step and he would be bleeding profusely. The two were only about ten feet apart, yet Jing Taiji could only hear his voice, not see him.

The cave passageway grew narrower, and Jing Taiji could only discern the direction he was tracking by the heavy breathing of Han Sheng. Han Sheng, who knew no martial arts, was panting heavily, and the sound of his labored breathing grew ever closer. Jing Taiji, on the other hand, possessed superior internal energy, his breathing was effortless, and he showed no signs of fatigue or panting.

"Jing Taiji, Granny Wang is an upright and kind person, so why are her three disciples so wicked?" Han Sheng's voice came from ahead, interspersed with heavy breathing, as if he had stopped running.

Jing Taiji knew Han Sheng was exhausted, so he gave a perfunctory reply while quietly moving forward, trying to make as little noise as possible.

“There is no such thing as good or evil in this world, no such thing as a righteous or wicked heart; those are all fabrications,” he said, lowering his voice as he walked, as if the distance hadn’t changed. “So-called kind-hearted people are often those who lack ambition, are content with the status quo, and don’t strive for improvement. If human society is to move forward, can it rely on kind-hearted people to drive it? So-called wicked people are those small group who push the limits of human potential, work hard, fight bravely, and stand out. Naturally, they will be labeled as wicked by those foolish people who are content with the status quo. There will always be different opinions about anyone; history is full of such cases. Are you still listening?” He stopped speaking and listened intently.

“I am listening,” came Han Sheng’s reply from the darkness.

Jing Taiji felt the distance between him and Han Sheng shrink by several feet, so he lowered his voice further and said, "Take the great leader Chairman Mao for example. The revolutionary masses praise him as the great savior of the people, a great benefactor, while the class enemies hate him to the bone, cursing him as a white tiger incarnate, hairless, and a ruthless killer. Han Sheng, you say my master, Granny Wang, is an upright and kind person, but do you know? In her youth, she was also a notorious bandit who indiscriminately killed many innocent people."

"You're talking nonsense. Granny Wang is definitely not that kind of person. Can you name any innocent people she indiscriminately killed?" Han Sheng retorted.

"The Mei family in Fenghuang Ancient Town, Xiangxi, were killed by my master..." Jing Taiji said.

"The Mei family!" Han Sheng was shocked. Weren't those Mei Xiaoying's parents? In Fenghuang Ancient Town, Xiangxi, lived the wealthy Mei family—yes, the home of Granny Xiaoying and Liu Jinmo's master, Mei Yiying, one of the guardians of the Wild Beast Treasure of Tianmen Mountain… "You're talking nonsense…" Han Sheng said hoarsely.

"I'm not talking nonsense," Jing Taiji retorted. "That Mei couple possessed unparalleled martial arts skills, unfathomable. My master knew he might not be able to defeat them, so he tampered with their Buddhist shrine. As a result, the Mei couple were poisoned by the incense of incantation, and my master easily sealed their mouths and noses with wet cotton paper, suffocating them to death. This is what my master told me personally when I was young."

Han Sheng was bewildered. Jing Taiji was right; the black witches of Guandong had always coveted the Wild Beast Treasure, and Yang Gong and Lao Yin Po's master was none other than Granny Wang, known as the "Holy Mother of the Hakka." After the Mei couple's tragic death, the sandalwood box in their home disappeared; it turned out Granny Wang had given it to her disciple, Yang Gong. Yang Gong hid in Tianmen Mountain Temple for ten years, searching for the Wild Beast's treasure according to the map. Finally, he fought a fierce battle with the last guardian, the old man from Xiangxi, in Guigu Cave, and his army was almost completely wiped out.

Granny Wang…could she really be such a person? Can a person hide themselves so deeply? Han Sheng was confused. Who in this world is good, and who is bad? Thinking about this, Han Sheng felt a chill run down his spine.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Jing Taiji asked.

There was no answer from Han Sheng in the darkness, but Jing Taiji could feel Han Sheng's disordered breathing, so close.

Han Sheng suddenly felt a sense of utter despair. He didn't want to run anymore. How many people in this world live behind masks? He had only obtained a copy of the *Qing Nang Jing* by chance, and within a few months, his peaceful life with his father had been completely shattered. He had witnessed the filth and bloodshed of the world. He was weary; how he longed to return to his former ordinary life… Lan'er… He suddenly thought of Lan'er. He recalled the first time he saw her at the market, her ugly face and her selfless act of selling herself to save her mother. Yes, Lan'er was real; she didn't live behind a mask. Han Sheng smiled. There was still true love in the world. He felt a surge of warmth coursing through his veins.

Just then, a strong hand gripped his arm, the nails digging deep into his flesh… “Ha, Han Sheng, I finally caught you!” Jing Taiji chuckled loudly.

Han Sheng said calmly, "So what if I catch him or not? I'm not going to tell you about the *Qing Nang Jing*."

"Really?" Jing Taiji chuckled sinisterly, then continued, "Han Sheng, although I've run out of Zhu You San, I have a more direct way to get you to tell me. Let me explain the procedure first. We're both doctors; there's no need to beat around the bush."

"Go ahead, I'm listening," Han Sheng said calmly.

Human anatomy is too profound for me to go into detail. First, I'll cut open your scalp and gently lift the crown of your head to expose your brain. Then, I'll use a metal probe to connect your brain's memory and language sections. This way, you'll be able to continuously reveal the secrets of the *Qing Nang Jing*, even including your history of masturbation and your private moments with Lan'er in bed. Of course, this requires testing area by area, but we have plenty of time. We'll eventually find the memory channels in your brain that store the *Qing Nang Jing*. How about that? Extremely simple, right?" Jing Taiji laughed heartily, his coldness chilling.

"Despicable! You're worse than an animal!" Han Sheng shouted.

"This world is inherently filled with animals. I'll ask you one last time, will you talk or not?" Jing Taiji increased the pressure on his hand, and Han Sheng's arm went numb. "

I, Han Sheng, am just a country bumpkin doctor, a worthless life, not worth mourning. It's a pity that the 'Qing Nang Jing,' left behind by Hua Tuo at the cost of his life, has fallen into the hands of a villain like you. How tragic!" Han Sheng murmured.

Jing Taiji was secretly delighted upon hearing this, thinking there was a way. He then further coaxed, "Han Sheng, if you tell me, then we can use the medical techniques in the 'Qing Nang Jing' together to treat the sick and save lives, practicing medicine to benefit the world. Wouldn't that be wonderful? As long as the patient can be cured, why should the patient care about the doctor's morality? Besides, in this materialistic world, are doctors really that virtuous?"

"Why aren't they here yet?" Han Sheng muttered.

"Who? Who hasn't come yet? There are only the two of us here, so don't expect anyone to come." "Jing Taiji said, wondering if Han Sheng had lost his mind.

In the darkness, a group of red eyes appeared from afar, the leader's pair of blood-red eyes as large as copper bells. Han Sheng knew that was the leader of the Yin Bats...

Chapter 209 Evil Has Its Retribution

"Squeak... squeak... squeak." The Yin Bat leader issued a targeted order for individual attacks, and the young Yin Bats swarmed towards Jing Taiji like a tidal wave.

Caught off guard, Jing Taiji was shocked as strands of hair and eyebrows were plucked from the top of his head. He screamed in pain, jumped up, and waved his hands wildly.

With a whooshing sound, the wind howled, and he was utterly unable to withstand the relentless attacks of the shadowy bats in the darkness. In moments, his beard was completely plucked, and even the few longer nose hairs were carefully pulled from his nostrils, leaving him with a stinging sensation and tears streaming down his face.

The bat leader charged forward, its sharp claws hooking onto Jing Taiji's crotch and tearing it open with all its might. The smaller bats quickly scurried inside, excitedly plucking his pubic hair. Jing Taiji felt a burning sensation in his groin, and even experienced an erection.

However, he was, after all, a highly skilled martial artist. With a series of flicks of his ten fingers, he managed to break skin and sever tendons, injuring quite a few of the smaller bats as well.

As his fur was plucked, the Shadow Bats lost interest in him and retreated. Jing

Taiji, out of the corner of his eye, fixed his gaze on those blood-red, bell-like eyes. He leaped forward, grabbing the Shadow Bat leader by the neck. It felt soft to the touch, like cotton cloth—the leader's sacred relic—his riding cloth.

The Shadow Bat leader struggled desperately, and Jing Taiji raised his other hand, forcefully slashing at the leader's neck… Just at that critical moment, two white figures rolled in, leaping up with a "whoosh" and biting at Jing Taiji's neck.

Jing Taiji suddenly felt a chill on both sides of his neck, then a sharp pain shot through his brain. "Shen Caihua!" He realized it immediately, but it was too late. His left and right carotid arteries had already been severed by Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl's sharp teeth... As the blood in his arteries rapidly drained away, his legs gradually weakened, and he could no longer stand and collapsed to his knees. A languid feeling filled his entire body, his thoughts slowly slowed down, and the sphincter muscles that controlled his urination and defecation relaxed, causing feces to gush out. The last fragment of his memory was of his erect penis, with semen gushing out, leaving behind a final trace of pleasure before his death.

Outside the "Fairy Cave," Bai Yigao pondered the meaning behind the young miracle doctor Han Sheng's words on his way back to the village. Dean Jing? An ambulance? He decided to get to the bottom of it, so he trudged five miles along the muddy country road, umbrella in hand, until he saw the white van with "Wuyuan County People's Hospital" printed on it.

Bai Yigao reported the incident to the local town government, of course, without mentioning the twenty yuan.

The town government contacted the Wuyuan County Revolutionary Committee, and after verifying with the county hospital, the office staff reported to Director Huang Qianhui. Huang Qianhui didn't notify the county public security bureau, but instead dispatched Huang Jianguo with a team of heavily armed militia to Dazhang Mountain overnight, determined to kill Han Sheng and Jing Taiji on the spot. Hours later, armed militiamen carrying flashlights and torches finally found Jing Taiji 's

gruesome body deep inside the "Fairy Cave," while Han Sheng was nowhere to be found. They carried Jing Taiji's body out of the "Fairy Cave," where the entrance was crowded with villagers who had come after hearing the news. The villagers discussed among themselves, saying that the "Fairy Cave" had always been forbidden to enter, and look, another death had occurred.

Back home, Huang Jianguo told his father what had happened.

Huang Qianhui remained silent for a long time, pacing back and forth in the living room. After a long while, he finally spoke: "Dr. Zhu is dead, Mr. and Mrs. Wu Chushan are dead, Zhu Qi and Xiaobing are dead too. Just now, the hospital called; Xiaobing is bleeding from all seven orifices, his skull was smashed by a heavy blow. Yang Gong returned to Beijing this afternoon, but his apprentice, Boss Qian, was found dead in the woods next to the bus station, his head cracked open. This must have been done by people from the martial arts world." "And then there's Liu Jinmo and the old ancestor, who actually escaped from prison. Add to that Han Sheng's disappearance, and now Jing Taiji has died tragically in a remote mountain cave. Is this the price we have to pay for Taiji's 'yin'?"

Huang Jianguo remained silent, simply gazing calmly at his father.

"A phone call came from Beijing this evening. These are turbulent times, the political situation is volatile. The leader wants you and Dongdong to return to Beijing immediately, and I'm to come along too," Huang Qiansui said.

"Did Dongdong's father say anything specific?" Huang Jianguo asked.

"No," Huang Qiansui shook his head, then continued, "Pack your things and leave tomorrow morning. Maybe that escaped Liu Jinmo will come and cause trouble."

Huang Jianguo nodded. The real stage is in Beijing; that's where I can realize my ambitions.

"Xiaoguo, you're back!" Dongdong rushed in, beaming.

Huang Jianguo smiled brightly.

"Dad wants us to go back. It's been raining and cold here, it's damp and chilly, my heart is cold too." "Dongdong pouted his thick lips and pointed to his chest.

"We'll leave tomorrow morning," Huang Jianguo said calmly.

News of Dean Jing's sudden murder at the county hospital spread rapidly among the night shift medical staff, leaving everyone horrified and incredulous. A night shift nurse in the inpatient department, during rounds, inadvertently discovered Director Zhang unconscious on an empty bed in a ward. He was rushed to the emergency room. Blood tests showed all indicators were normal, and an electrocardiogram and ultrasound revealed only fatty liver and benign prostatic hyperplasia; nothing else was found abnormal, but he remained unconscious. Finally, defibrillation was used, and Director Zhang slowly regained consciousness.

"Director Zhang, how did you end up unconscious on the bed in the ward? And covered with a blanket?" the vice-dean on duty asked.

Director Zhang thought blankly for a long time before recalling that Liu Jinmo had acupunctured him. "I can't remember right now. Contact Director Huang Qianhui immediately; I need to report to him right away." "He said hurriedly.

Director Huang's jeep arrived at the hospital entrance, and Director Zhang weakly climbed into the back seat. A moment later, they arrived in front of the deep mansion.

"I was first knocked unconscious by Dean Jing, and then knocked unconscious again by Liu Jinmo when I left the hospital in the evening. My head is still spinning," Director Zhang said incoherently.

Huang Qiansui smiled, patted his shoulder, and said, "Director Zhang, you did a good job. Go home and rest. The organization will handle this matter."

On the way home, Director Zhang was still grumbling to himself, "What did I do well?"

It was late at night, and Jianguo and Dongdong had already gone to their rooms to rest.

Huang Qiansui was wide awake. He sat alone in the living room, deep in thought, while the footsteps of armed militia patrolling the courtyard echoed intermittently. The rooster crowed three times, and the dawn broke in the east. He pushed open the door, took a deep breath of the cool air, and felt a surge of energy. Ten years? It was just a blink of an eye.

Chapter 210: Leaving Home .

Han Sheng sat in the corner of the stone cave, silently listening to the thrilling, bloody battle. When everything calmed down… he smelled the stench of Jing Taiji's excrement before his death.

Two affectionate "squeaks" followed, and then a furry head nestled into his arms. He reached out and first grasped the riding cloth in his hand. Han Sheng smiled wryly.

"Mama," a soft voice whispered in his ear.

Two naked, chubby babies climbed onto him. "Shen Caihua!" Han Sheng was overjoyed. Needless to say, the rough, wrinkled skin he felt in the darkness was definitely the wrinkled baby girl. It seemed these two little ones had saved his life.

Han Sheng had delivered Shen Caihua with his father and treated him and the wrinkled baby girl, so they naturally recognized him. The children immediately felt safe.

"Squeak," the red-eyed bat leader extended an invitation, leading Han Sheng and the two babies back to the stone hall where the bats lived. It turned out it wanted Han Sheng to see its newly born bat babies.

"Let me give you a gift." Han Sheng untied the bundle, took out the large white cocoon, and spread it flat on the stone platform for the mother and babies of the Shadow Bats to sleep on, which was both warm and moisture-proof.

Just then, Shen Caihua softly called out again, "Mama."

A flashlight beam appeared in the distance of the dark cave, and someone was walking this way.

"Squeak, squeak," the leader raised his head and sounded the alarm, and all the little Shadow Bats immediately took to the air and circled, ready to attack at any moment.

"I can feel that little Caihua is nearby." A familiar voice came clearly from inside the cave.

"Liu Jinmo!" Han Sheng shouted.

"Ah, it's Han Sheng!" Liu Jinmo was startled, and then with a few leaps, she was in front of Han Sheng in an instant.

"It really is you, Han Sheng." You could see that Liu Jinmo's eyes were filled with tears.

"Mama." Shen Caihua called out again, and Liu Jinmo stepped forward and hugged him tightly.

"Mama." The wrinkled baby girl also called out awkwardly.

The old ancestor was overjoyed: "My daughter can call me 'Mama' now! I've missed you so much!" Tears streamed down his face as he scooped up the baby girl and kissed her wrinkled skin repeatedly.

"Hansheng, what are you doing here?" Liu Jinmo asked calmly.

Hansheng recounted his kidnapping and how the Yin Bat and the ghost infant killed Jing Taiji.

"Hansheng, I must tell you..." Liu Jinmo couldn't continue, overwhelmed with grief.

"What?" Hansheng asked.

"Your father is dead..." Liu Jinmo finally blurted out.

"What!" Hansheng's head buzzed.

"Doctor Zhu and Hexiang were killed by Yang Gong, Wu Chushan is now in a vegetative state, and Lan'er is heartbroken." Liu Jinmo explained the whole story.

Suddenly, the air seemed to freeze, and silence enveloped them.

Hansheng didn't cry, but held back his tears. He abruptly stood up and strode towards the entrance of Linggu Cave without looking back.

A light rain continued to fall from the night sky. The gate of the East Manor in Nanshan Village was wide open, and Hansheng rushed into the courtyard. A light was on in the side room. His father's body lay on one bed, while Hexiang and Wu Chushan lay on another. Lan'er knelt on the floor, her upper body pressed against her mother's body.

Hansheng walked dazedly to his father's side, silently gazing at that familiar face. He could hear his father's voice, which used to wake him every morning: "Hansheng, it's time to get up. You'll become useless if you keep going like this."

He knelt down before the bed, burying his face in his father's chest.

Everything had changed in just a few months… "Father, I long to go back to the past. You treated patients, and I prepared medicine for you. Although we were poor then, we were happy…" Tears blurred Hansheng's vision, and he could no longer hold back, bursting into tears.

Benben, with swollen, red eyes, gently approached him, nuzzling against his leg and lying down beside him.

No one spoke, only silently watching him.

The village rooster crowed, the eastern sky began to lighten, and the rain finally stopped.

Hansheng silently stood up, walked to Lan'er's side, gently helped her up, and held her in his arms. After a long while, he gently released Lan'er, grasped Wu Chushanren's wrist, and severed three slits. At this moment, Hansheng's face appeared unusually pale and haggard.

"Uncle Shanren needs a secluded and quiet place to heal," Hansheng said calmly.

"Go to my Poyang Lake Valley; it's safe and secluded there, and no one will know," Granny Wang said.

Hansheng looked at Granny Wang with a strange gaze, and finally nodded.

Granny Wang saw his icy eyes and felt a chill in her heart. Although somewhat surprised, she thought that Hansheng was probably overwhelmed with grief.

“We must leave Nanshan Village immediately. Director Zhang will send the police here once he wakes up,” Liu Jinmo said. Everyone nodded in agreement, and they began to prepare separately.

Liu Jinmo first went to a familiar villager's house, paid for an oxcart, and drove back to the gate of the manor. Hansheng carried his father's body and placed it on the oxcart, while the old ancestor brought Hexiang's body, preparing to bury it in the Poyang Lake valley. Finally, Liu Jinmo also loaded Wu Chushanren onto the oxcart and covered them with quilts. In addition, Liu Jinmo also dug up the bag of Taiji soil eggs that Lan'er had buried under the tree in the yard and put it on the cart, knowing that Hansheng would definitely need it in the future.

Hansheng sat on the oxcart with his arm around Lan'er's shoulder, and the old ancestor also came up and sat beside him with the two babies in his arms.

"Grandma, you go ahead with the oxcart. I still have some things to take care of in the martial world, including Old Yin's body. After that, I'll go find you in the Poyang Lake Valley," Liu Jinmo said expressionlessly.

"Alright, we'll be going then." Grandma Wang cracked her whip, Mingyue sat on the right, and the oxcart slowly left Nanshan Village, heading northwest. Benben and the pregnant Heimei followed behind, looking back every few steps, gazing longingly at their homeland.

Hansheng gazed at the small mountain village where he had lived for twenty years. It held so many childhood memories for him. Life back then was carefree, filled with laughter, but all of that vanished on a winter morning.

The oxcart traveled far, far away, until a plume of smoke rose from Nanshan Village. Liu Jinmo had disposed of the manor according to the rules of the martial world.

"Hansheng, I'm scared," Lan'er nestled in Hansheng's arms, shivering.

Han Sheng didn't speak, but simply held Lan'er's frail body tighter. A few cold tears clung to the corners of his eyes, and his face seemed to have aged considerably overnight.

Fog rose, and Nanshan Village gradually disappeared into the white mist, the world a chaotic blur.

Chapter 211.

The Year of the Dragon, a year destined to be turbulent for China.

At the beginning of the year, on January 8th, Premier Zhou Enlai passed away. On April 5th, the "4.5" bloodshed commemorating Zhou Enlai erupted in Beijing. Then, on July 6th, Chairman of the Standing Committee of the National People's Congress, Zhu De, died. At 3:42 AM on July 28th, the Tangshan earthquake struck the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region, a magnitude 7.8 earthquake that killed 240,000, disabled 160,000, and injured over one million. Finally, on September 9th, the great leader Mao Zedong passed away at the age of 83.

This year was marked by political upheaval and dramatic changes.

Poyang Lake Valley. Golden sunlight filtered through the clouds, a light mist rose from the valley, waterfalls cascaded down the cliffs like ribbons, ripples spread across the emerald pools, verdant bamboo groves lined the banks, and smoke curled from the thatched stoves, carrying the refreshing scent of burning thatch. Ping'er was peeling bamboo shoots in front of the house, while Benben and Heimei groomed each other's manes nearby.

Han Sheng had been standing silently by the pool for a long time. Since arriving in the Poyang Lake valley, he had stood there every day, lost in thought.

His father and He Xiang were both buried in the valley, in a grove of wild jujube trees, next to the grave of Granny Wang's master. There were no tombstones; after all, this wasn't where their ancestors lived. When everything was over, his father's remains would return to Nanshan Village.

Lan'er's grief over her mother's death was gradually subsiding. Now, she prayed every day that her father would wake up soon, but Han Sheng hadn't yet figured out a definite treatment. She didn't dare urge him, because Han Sheng's spirit hadn't fully recovered from his father's sudden passing.

Granny Wang was diligently teaching Ming Yue the Zhuyou Divine Skill every day, but the Guo Gong Burial Ruler had inexplicably faded to gray. Without the ruler's assistance, Ming Yue's progress in her practice was slow.

Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl's yin and yang constitutions not only failed to merge, but instead became even stronger. To Han Sheng's surprise, the two children not only grew much faster than ordinary babies, but also developed well. The old ancestor felt sorry for the wrinkled baby girl and was unwilling to continue the "yin-yang reversal" treatment.

Liu Jinmo had returned three days ago. That day, he stayed to inspect the manor, took the remaining 100,000 yuan from Dr. Zhu, and set fire to the house and the old woman's corpse. Afterward, he went straight to the county town, intending to eliminate Huang Qianhui and his son, only to find that they had already left Wuyuan for the capital early that morning, leaving him empty-handed.

At this moment, Liu Jinmo quietly walked behind Han Sheng and stood there silently for a long time before speaking, "The deceased is gone, and the living should grieve in moderation. Han Sheng, in such a state of destitution, how can you possibly practice medicine and help the world?" Upon

hearing this, Han Sheng slowly turned around to face Liu Jinmo and said slowly, "Mr. Liu, I have a question that I cannot understand. Why do people hide their true faces behind masks? Which one is real, the face or the mask?"

"Face and mask?" Liu Jinmo was puzzled as to what Han Sheng was talking about.

Han Sheng continued, "Is a kind and benevolent face masking a truly wicked person? And you, Mr. Liu, though unassuming in appearance, are a man of unwavering integrity."

Liu Jinmo slowly replied, "Actually, everyone has both good and evil sides. Completely good or utterly evil people find it difficult to survive in this world. Take me, for example. I was originally a villain in the martial world, but now I find that doing good deeds is actually quite enjoyable."

Han Sheng thoughtfully said, "Good and evil are often separated by a single thought. A true face may not be true, a false mask may not be false. The world is constantly changing; why be so demanding of a single moment?"

"That's right, life is only a few short decades. If you want to practice medicine and save lives, you'd better hurry. Wu Chushan remains 'stiff' and unconscious, and Lan'er is extremely grieved. Is there any way to cure him?" Liu Jinmo asked.

Han Sheng said, "We're missing a medicinal ingredient."

"What medicinal ingredient? I'll help you find it," Liu Jinmo eagerly asked.

"Master Yang, this medicinal ingredient is on Master Yang," Han Sheng replied.

“Master Yang went to the capital.” Inside the thatched hut, Granny Wang recounted in detail what she had heard that day.

“Do you know where he is staying in the capital?” Liu Jinmo asked.

“I don’t know, but I seem to have heard before that he was acquainted with Abbot Jin of the Baiyun Temple in Beijing,” Granny Wang recalled.

“Abbot Jin?” Han Sheng asked.

“Yes, I heard about him when I was in the capital. The abbot is blind and a very virtuous person. He had many followers before the Cultural Revolution. The surname Jin in Northeast China is generally changed from Aisin Gioro, so Abbot Jin is likely a Manchu, just like Master Yang,” Liu Jinmo said.

“Do we really have to find Master Yang?” Granny Wang asked.

"Uncle Shanren's acupoint is poisoned by phlegm, and the rapid journey caused the phlegm to enter the Ren meridian and rush to the brain, resulting in 'stiffness.' Han Sheng is powerless and currently cannot think of a way to clear the phlegm from the brain. I think I can scrape some mucus from Yang Gong's upper respiratory tract to cultivate antibodies as a medicinal guide, which can then resolve the 'stiffness' and cure Uncle Shanren," Han Sheng explained.

"Father, can you really wake up?" Lan'er asked excitedly, but then became worried and said uneasily, "But Yang Gong is so wicked, you will be in danger."

Liu Jinmo solemnly assured Lan'er, "I will protect Han Sheng along the way."

Upon hearing this, Granny Wang's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible worry.

The next day, Liu Jinmo packed up and set off for the capital with Han Sheng.

Lan'er silently packed Han Sheng's belongings, including one of each of the five-colored Tai Chi earthen eggs. She also took out the 100,000 yuan Liu Jinmo had brought from the manor that day, giving 50,000 yuan to Han Sheng and Liu Jinmo. Money was needed everywhere while traveling, and she repeatedly urged Han Sheng to be extra careful on the road.

"Father said that the capital is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers; most of the worst people in the world live there. Go early and come back early. Lan'er is waiting for you," Lan'er said softly.

Han Sheng confidently replied, "Mr. Liu is familiar with the capital, and he has a lot of experience in the martial world. Nothing will happen."

Liu Jinmo also assured Lan'er, guaranteeing that as long as he had a breath left, he would never let Han Sheng be harmed.

Before leaving, Liu Jinmo looked at Shen Caihua with reluctance.

"Mother," the ghost baby's eyes actually welled up with tears.

The old ancestor, her face covered in even more purplish-red pimples, also looked tenderly at her. She pulled Liu Jinmo into the house, tossed the wrinkled baby girl onto the bed, and had something to say to him.

"Get rid of Yang Gong for me," the old ancestor said bitterly.

"Isn't he the child's father?" Liu Jinmo glanced at her and said calmly.

"He ruined my youth..." the old ancestor said angrily, tears welling up in her eyes.

Liu Jinmo was a little stunned, remaining silent.

"I can start a new life," the old ancestor said weakly, lowering her head as if somewhat shy.

Liu Jinmo felt a wave of discomfort in her stomach.

At this moment, the old ancestor leaned gently against Liu Jinmo's chest, bravely raising her head, her eyes burning with passion.

"Pah!" The wrinkled baby girl on the bed spat out a small spit, almost landing on Liu Jinmo's leather shoes.

The old ancestor stared in astonishment at the vicious look in the baby's eyes, walked to the bedside, picked her up, and Liu Jinmo took the opportunity to leave the room.

In front of the thatched hut, Benben sensed that its master was about to leave, rubbing against Han Sheng's trouser leg and whimpering sadly.

"Benben, stay home and take good care of Heimei. You're about to become a father, it's a big responsibility." Hansheng squatted down and stroked Benben's newly grown fur.

"Hansheng, come here, Grandma has something to tell you." Grandma Wang gestured for Hansheng to follow her along the pond to the jujube grove.

“Hansheng, come here, Granny Wang has something to tell you.” Granny Wang gestured for Hansheng to follow her along the pond to the jujube grove.

Three solitary graves stood in the grove—the tombs of Granny Wang’s master, Hexiang, and her father.

“Hansheng, join my Zhuyou Sect,” Granny Wang whispered.

“No!” Hansheng’s sudden, clear reply startled Granny Wang.

“Why? I want to help you. On your journey to the capital, Liu Jinmo is no match for Yang Gong, and this is merely a grudge between martial artists. Granny Wang fears you will be drawn into the political vortex of the government, which is extremely dangerous,” Granny Wang said sincerely.

This was a genuine expression of her feelings, Hansheng thought.

“Granny Wang, Hansheng only wants to be a healer, using the medical skills from the *Qingnang Jing* to save lives. I don’t want to join any sect. Please understand,” Hansheng said.

After a long while, Granny Wang sighed, "Everyone has their own ambitions, that's fine. If you have any questions about incantation healing in the future, just come and ask Granny Wang." With that, Granny Wang quietly withdrew. Han Sheng

stood silently before his father's grave, murmuring, "Father, I'm going on a long journey for a while, but please rest assured, after all these things, I've understood the principles of being a person. Han Sheng has grown up."

The mountain wind whistled, withered leaves fluttered down, and Han Sheng and Liu Jinmo left, their figures gradually disappearing into the valley's bushes. Lan'er and the old ancestor stood silently before the thatched hut… Inside the hut, Granny Wang said solemnly to Mingyue, "It seems we two must also go to the capital. Han Sheng and the others' journey will surely be fraught with danger."

A hint of joy flashed in Mingyue's eyes.

Chapter 212:

Baiyun Temple, located outside the West Gate of the capital, was originally built in the Tang Dynasty and named Tianchang Temple. It was one of the ten major Taoist temples of the Quanzhen School, and during the reign of Emperor Shizong of Jin, it was the largest Taoist temple in northern China.

In the early Yuan Dynasty, Qiu Chuji (also known as Changchunzi) traveled from the Great Snowy Mountains of the Western Regions to meet Genghis Khan. Upon returning to Yanjing (Beijing), he was granted residence in the Taiji Palace. In May of the 22nd year of Genghis Khan's reign, the Taiji Palace was renamed "Changchun Temple." In July, Qiu Chuji passed away at Changchun Temple. The following year, his disciple Yin Zhiping built the Chushun Hall in the lower courtyard on the east side of Changchun Temple to house Qiu Chuji's remains. In the early Ming Dynasty, it was renamed "Baiyun Temple."

The headquarters of the China Taoist Association, established in 1920, was located within Baiyun Temple, making it one of the few temples in Beijing that escaped destruction during the Cultural Revolution.

The temple's rear courtyard is a tranquil garden called Yunji Garden, also known as Little Penglai. It consists of three interconnected courtyards, with winding corridors, artificial hills, lush flowers and trees, and shady greenery. At the center of the garden are the Ordination Platform and Yunji Mountain House. The Jietai (戒台) is the altar for the Quanzhen School of Taoism to transmit the "Three Great Precepts" (the Initial True Precepts, the Middle Extreme Precepts, and the Heavenly Immortal Precepts). Yunjishanfang (云集山房) is where Quanzhen Taoist priests preach to their disciples.

The abbot, Master Jin, is blind and lives a secluded life in the garden, rarely venturing out, and is seldom seen by ordinary people. It is said that once, a group of Red Guards attempted to storm Baiyun Temple. On that day, dark clouds filled the sky, and a torrential downpour began. Master Jin sat upright on the stone steps in front of the main hall

, his eyes closed. Strangely, within a two-meter radius of him, not a single raindrop fell, and his clothes remained dry, while the surrounding Red Guards were soaked to the bone. The young Red Guards realized they had encountered a highly accomplished master and quietly retreated. From then on, everyone in the streets and alleys knew that the old blind Taoist priest of Baiyun Temple was a reclusive master, and no one dared to cause trouble again.

It was dusk, and the pale winter sun cast a soft glow on the garden. Master Jin sat cross-legged on a large blue stone, surrounded by utter solitude.

A buzzing sound came from the west—a winter bee, perhaps using the last warmth of the twilight to hunt for food.

Master Jin's ears twitched.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew, and a spiderweb under the eaves billowed in the wind, swaying and drifting in the air like a celestial net. The little bee, however, remained oblivious to the impending danger.

The spiderweb silently descended upon the little bee, the silk clinging to its wings. The terrified bee thrashed about, twisting and turning, but the web only tightened around it… Master Jin sighed, saying, “The spider escapes its web like a celestial army, trapping the bee's wings and feathers. Fortunately, a strong wind blew the web apart, freeing it from its predicament and allowing it to fly away freely.” With that, he blew into the air, and a burst of true energy shot through the air. The spiderweb instantly snapped into countless small pieces, and the bee broke free, flapping its wings and flying away.

Could this be an external omen? Master Jin felt a little strange. A thought struck him, and he used the Plum Blossom Divination method to cast a hexagram based on the year, month, day, and hour. He calculated with his fingers: Dui above Qian below, forming the “Guai” hexagram, with the second line moving.

“Nine in the second place: A warning; Do not worry, for there may be trouble at night. Hmm, a villain may attack tonight. Who could it be?” Master Jin muttered to himself.

A cold front from Siberia swept through the capital, and snowflakes began to fall at night.

In a humble room of the Garden Gathering Mountain Lodge, a small coal stove stood in the corner, its fire blazing, the iron rim glowing red-hot, making the room warm and cozy.

Master Jin sat cross-legged on a futon, a large tea mug beside the stove containing a pot of warm wine, and two empty porcelain wine cups on a small table, their rich aroma filling the air.

“Since you’re already here, and the door is still open, why not come in and have a cup of warm wine?” Master Jin suddenly spoke.

After a moment of silence, a sigh was heard at the door: “Master, your hearing is indeed excellent. Liu Jinmo from Qingtian has come to visit.” The door opened, and a cold wind carrying snowflakes blew in, revealing a tall, thin man.

“Liu Jinmo from Qingtian, hmm, I’ve heard he’s a hidden master of the evil sect in the capital. Please sit,” Master Jin said, gesturing to the other futon.

"Please excuse my poor taste," Liu Jinmo said without ceremony, plopping down on the futon. He then sniffed the air and said, "Good wine, the Zhao family's 'Tongquanyong' baijiu from old Beijing. It must have been treasured for a hundred years, right?"

Master Jin smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Liu has a good eye. This wine of mine was smuggled from the Forbidden City in the early years of the Republic of China. My late master has treasured it ever since, which means it's been nearly a hundred years. Even searching the entire capital, it would be difficult to find."

Beijing baijiu, also known as Erguotou, is a typical representative of Chinese light-aroma baijiu. It is smooth and refreshing on the palate, with a clear and crisp aroma and a long aftertaste. It is famous for its colorless transparency and fragrant, mellow aroma. Aroma is very important in judging the quality of baijiu. Chinese baijiu is divided into different aroma types, such as light aroma, strong aroma, sauce aroma, fruit aroma, and mellow aroma. This is due to the role played by trace amounts of aromatic microorganisms during fermentation. When these aromatic microorganisms are in harmony with the main component of the baijiu, ethanol, the taste is pure; otherwise, the taste is poor. In terms of brewing techniques, "Tongquanyong" baijiu uses the old five-still fermentation method, mixed steaming and distillation, and the "watching the flowers" method of collecting the liquor—all mysterious and unique skills passed down through generations of brewing masters. The method of collecting the liquor by cutting off the head, tail, and middle section was pioneered by brewing masters in Beijing. In the nineteenth year of the Kangxi Emperor's reign (1680), the Zhao family of Beijing had been brewing baijiu for nine generations, their tradition continuing unbroken. To this day, three alleys in Beijing still retain names related to "baijiu" from the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Although blind, Master Jin accurately reached into the teacup and retrieved the wine pot, pouring it into two small porcelain cups without spilling a drop—his precision was truly admirable.

"Please," Master Jin said, taking the first sip and drinking it down in one go.

Liu Jinmo, already drooling, quickly followed suit, downing his own cup in one gulp. A burning sensation immediately spread through his throat, followed by a warm rush to his head—a truly comfortable feeling.

Master Jin smiled slightly: "Mr. Liu only mentioned the name and vintage of this wine. Can you taste anything else?"

Liu Jinmo pondered for a moment and said, "There seems to be a faint fragrance that rises to both sides of my head, giving me a sense of transcendence."

Master Jin nodded and said, "Mr. Liu is indeed a man of character. That's right. This wine was brewed in early summer when white lotus flowers were in full bloom in the Haidian area. Using white lotus flowers with dew at sunrise to infuse the wine naturally produces a fragrance as pure as a fairy's. However, from midsummer to autumn, the lotus leaves wither, and it can no longer have such a pure aroma."

"Master, your learning is truly profound. I have learned much today," Liu Jinmo said sincerely and admiringly.

"Alright, Mr. Liu, now that we have tasted the wine, let's discuss the purpose of your late-night visit," Master Jin said calmly.

"Master, as far as I know, after the Republic of China was established, most of the Aisin Gioro clan in Guandong changed their surname to Jin. Are you Manchu?" Liu Jinmo asked, looking at Master Jin's face.

Master Jin slowly opened his eyes. Deeply recessed in their sockets were two grayish-white eyeballs, as if draped in plain white robes, staring intently at Liu Jinmo without moving.

"This humble Daoist is Jia Shiming, my Daoist name is Jin Yi," Master Jin said calmly.

Liu Jinmo paused, then continued, "May I ask, Master, do you know the Black Witch Yang Gong of Guandong?"

Master Jin's gaze flickered slightly at Liu Jinmo's white eyeballs, then he slowly said, "Ten years ago, Yang Gong traveled south from Guandong, passing by Baiyun Temple. We only met briefly."

"Where is Yang Gong now?" Liu Jinmo pressed.

The Taoist priest smiled slightly and said, "It's freezing outside. Why don't Mr. Liu's companion come inside to warm up? How can an ordinary person's body withstand the cold as well as ours, who are martial artists?"

Liu Jinmo looked slightly embarrassed and said, "Taoist priest, you are wise. I am ashamed." He then stood up, pushed open the door, and went to the eaves. He caught sight of Han Sheng shivering in the snow, hiding under the altar. He quickly called out, "Han Sheng, the Taoist priest invites you in as well."

He had originally asked Han Sheng to wait outside because he was afraid that if they disagreed and a fight broke out when he met Taoist priest Jin, Han Sheng might get hurt

. Now that the Taoist priest had discovered him, he had no choice but to go inside first. Han Sheng entered, and a warm current greeted him. He stamped his numb feet on the ground a few times and rubbed his cold hands, feeling much better immediately. He hadn't expected winter in the capital to be so cold.

"Taoist priest, I apologize for disturbing you," Han Sheng greeted politely.

Master Jin nodded and said, "Judging from the voice, it's just a child. What's your name? Would you like some warm wine?"

"This junior is Han Sheng. I don't drink. Thank you, Master.

" Han Sheng said respectfully. "Master Jin, we apologize for our sudden visit and the intrusion. Please tell us the whereabouts of my ancestral master, Yang Gong. We won't disturb your meditation any longer." Liu Jinmo's tone was sincere, but it revealed an underlying sense of assertiveness.

Master Jin smiled and said, "As the abbot of Baiyun Temple, although Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism have gradually declined since the Cultural Revolution, I have no need to stoop to the level of shamanism." "

Shamanism?" Han Sheng was startled.

"Yes," Master Jin explained, "Shamanism and black magic are widespread in the rural areas of Northeast China. They are commonly known as 'shamanism,' and they worship 'Hu Huang and Qingfeng.' They are completely different from my orthodox Xuanmen sect, so I rarely associate with them."

"What are 'Hu Huang and Qingfeng'?" Han Sheng asked, puzzled.

“It’s a fox, a weasel, and Cuihua,” Liu Jinmo said from the side.

“What’s Cuihua?” Han Sheng was even more confused.

“It’s a female ghost,” Master Jin smiled.

At that moment, Liu Jinmo’s ears twitched slightly; he heard a night traveler approaching.

“Haha, old Daoist Jia Shiming, secretly drinking your good wine again, huh? Old Man Liu has come to chat for a couple of cups.” Immediately afterward, a polite knock came at the door.

Liu Jinmo was secretly surprised; the person had arrived before the words were even finished, their movements so fast, they were clearly a master of internal martial arts.

“So it’s Professor, please come in,” the Daoist replied with a smile.

The door opened, and a lean, fair-skinned old man walked in. “Eh, old Daoist has a guest? Why didn’t you turn on the light?” He reached out and pressed the light switch on the wall, and a light bulb on the ceiling lit up.

The old Daoist was blind; whether the light was on or off made no difference, Han Sheng thought.

"Professor, let me introduce these two unexpected guests. This young man is Hansheng, and this gentleman is quite famous, Liu Jinmo from Qingtian," the Taoist priest introduced.

"Oh, a true hermit in plain sight. I've heard that Liu Jinmo is the disciple of Mei Yiying, the top martial arts master in the Forbidden City. It's a pleasure to meet you," the old man said, cupping his hands in greeting.

"He is my drinking buddy, Professor Liu Yisou, a history professor at Peking University," the Taoist priest said, pointing to the old man.

Liu Jinmo and Hansheng were surprised to find that Professor Liu Yisou was one-armed, with one sleeve empty.

Liu Yisou sniffed the air and said, "'Talented men have always been regretted, but now we drink Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor)'."

"He's a scholar after all; even drinking has such beautiful poetry," Hansheng said quietly in admiration.

The professor glanced shyly at Han Sheng and said in a low voice, "This is from the poem 'Liu Ling's Lonely Tomb' by the Qing Dynasty poet Wu Yanqi."

Master Jin reached for the wine pot, poured a small porcelain cup into it, and the aroma of the wine filled the air.

Professor Liu Yisou, with his one arm, gracefully and gently picked up the cup… At that moment, the door suddenly swung open, and a blast of cold air rushed in, causing Han Sheng to shiver involuntarily.

"So you two are here! Quickly come with me to the Yonghe Temple, or it will be too late… Eh, why is there another stranger here?" A cold wind arose, and inside stood a woman in her fifties, with short, trendy hair reaching her cheeks, a pale face, a hooked nose, delicate lips, willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and a prominent black beauty mark on her chin.

Liu Jinmo was greatly alarmed. This woman had appeared silently, like a ghost, without him noticing at all. Her skill was clearly extraordinary, unlike anything he had ever seen before. Tonight, during his visit to Baiyun Temple, he had encountered three peerless masters in succession. The capital city truly was a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers resided.

Liu Yisou put down his wine cup and hurriedly asked, "What happened to Danba?"

The woman replied, "Danba's condition has worsened. He will die tonight. His meridians have collapsed, his face is contorted, and he is only half-conscious. He wants all three of us to be present; he has something extremely important to entrust to us."

"In that case, we will go immediately," Liu Yisou said.

Master Jin turned to Liu Jinmo and said, "Mr. Liu, I'm sorry, I don't know where the person you're looking for is. Please excuse me, sir."

Liu Jinmo chuckled, then sighed in a metallic, high-pitched voice, "My young brother, Hansheng, is a renowned physician, possessing the ability to bring the dead back to life and a benevolent heart. Of course, if there's no need, I'll take my leave now. Hansheng, let's go."

Outside, the wind was biting, and snow was falling heavily. Liu Jinmo pulled Hansheng along, stumbling towards the courtyard wall... Master Jin thought for a moment, then finally made up his mind and called out loudly, "Please wait, you two."

Chapter 213:

Yonghe Palace is located in the northeast corner of Beijing. In the 33rd year of the Kangxi Emperor's reign (1694), the Kangxi Emperor built a residence here and bestowed it upon his fourth son, Prince Yong, calling it the Prince Yong's Mansion. In the 3rd year of the Yongzheng Emperor's reign (1725), the mansion was converted into an imperial palace and named Yonghe Palace. In the 13th year of the Yongzheng Emperor's reign (1735)... When Emperor Yongzheng passed away, his coffin was temporarily placed here. Therefore, the original green glazed tiles of the main halls of Yonghe Temple were changed to yellow glazed tiles. Furthermore, because Emperor Qianlong was born here, Yonghe Temple produced two emperors, becoming a "blessed land where dragons hid," so the halls have yellow tiles and red walls, the same specifications as the Forbidden City. In the ninth year of Qianlong's reign (1744), Yonghe Temple was converted into a Tibetan Buddhist temple, becoming the highest-ranking Tibetan Buddhist temple in the country.

Yongyou Hall was once Prince Yong's study and bedroom. The furnishings remain, but everything has changed . On the carved sandalwood bed, a lonely elderly lama in red robes lies.

The old lama's eyes are tightly closed, his face is ashen, and his facial muscles are twitching and distorted, making him appear extremely ferocious and terrifying, seemingly in a coma.

"Danba, it's me, Xiao Yanfang. The old Taoist priest and the professor have arrived. Did you hear me?" the woman said urgently, leaning forward.

Han Sheng then learned that this strange woman was named Xiao Yanfang, and that she was indeed quite alluring, he thought.

The old lama didn't react.

"Let me take a look." Han Sheng stepped forward, reaching out to grasp the old lama's arm at heart level, wrist extended, palm facing upward, and gently pressed on the three points of the lama's withered wrist.

The three points on the old lama's wrist were silent, and he couldn't feel anything despite trying to sense them. After a long while, Han Sheng vaguely felt the cun pulse throb slightly, then fall silent again. A moment later, the chi pulse suddenly throbbed. Han Sheng held his breath, concentrating to detect the erratic pulse. Strange! This should be a rapid pulse; a rapid and weak pulse often indicates qi deficiency and impending collapse, but this one had no regularity, throbbing erratically at each point, yet each throbbing at a guan pulse was very strong, as if playing hide-and-seek, quite spirited.

"How is it, young man?" Professor Liu Yisou asked anxiously.

Han Sheng seemed not to hear him, his brow furrowed, still focused intently.

Xiao Yanfang's eyebrows gradually furrowed, her almond eyes widened, and an unnamed rage seemed to rise within her, two red spots appearing and disappearing on her cheeks.

Liu Jinmo was anxious, holding his breath, his ten claws filled with true energy, his steel armor ready to fire at any moment, just in case. But he also understood that these people were all unparalleled masters, and he probably wouldn't be able to handle that alluring woman, Xiao Yanfang, alone. "The lama is under a curse." Han Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked up.

"A curse?" everyone exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, look at Lama Danba's arms, isn't the skin rougher than before?" Han Sheng asked.

Xiao Yanfang eagerly grabbed Danba's arm to examine it closely, nodding and saying, "I feel that Danba's pores are indeed much larger, almost more than twice as large."

"Look at his chest, it should be even more obvious." Han Sheng unbuttoned the lama's robe.

Under the light, on Danba's chest, around her two nipples, many uneven, withered yellow hairs, about half an inch long, were growing at the areolas. They were trembling slightly and intertwined with each other... The professor and Xiao Yanfang were both shocked, and even Liu Jinmo was dumbfounded.

"This is the most powerful type of black magic in the world today, called 'Yin-Yang Black Magic Grass'," Han Sheng explained, recalling the black magic mentioned in the *Corpse Clothes Scripture*. "Yin-Yang Grass grows in Southeast Asia; the thicker one is yang, the thinner one is yin. They usually grow together. Even after being dried and placed on a table, the two grasses will still wriggle inexplicably until they come together. After the black magic grass is cast, it will quietly grow inside the body until a certain critical point, after which it will multiply at an astonishing rate. At this time, the person under the spell will inexplicably develop a high fever, their face will contort, and then they will go mad and die. At the time of death, the Yin-Yang Grass will emerge from the body, and the corpse will resemble a scarecrow. The terrifying aspect of this type of black magic is that it is currently the most difficult 'ultimate black magic' to break in the black magic world; the person under the spell can only wait to die."

"So, Danba is beyond saving?" Master Jin said disappointedly, staring with his grayish-white eyes.

"There's still hope, but..." Han Sheng stammered, glancing at Liu Jinmo. The world is full of treacherous people, and his experience in the martial world was still limited. He was certain he would treat the old lama, but he wanted to consult Liu Jinmo's opinion.

Liu Jinmo laughed, his voice shrill, "My brother Han Sheng is a skilled physician, dedicated to healing and relieving the suffering of the people. However, we have limited time; we must hurry and find Master Yang..."

Xiao Yanfang glared angrily, but Liu Jinmo pretended not to see it.

"Heal Danba, and I'll tell you Master Yang's whereabouts," Master Jin said softly, his eyes closed. "

Han Sheng, thank you for your hard work," Liu Jinmo gestured for Han Sheng to begin. A man of the martial world keeps his word; he would never break it.

Han Sheng found it amusing; in the martial world, favors could indeed be traded.

The Yin-Yang Grass curse, though the most powerful curse in the world and the first one he had ever encountered, still held the power to ward off evil in the *Corpse Clothes Sutra*. The "Kanzi Renhao" was the most powerful talisman in the world, and Liu Bowen's strong recommendation couldn't be wrong.

"All of you, leave. I must treat Lama Danba alone," Han Sheng said.

"Why? Will we interfere?" Xiao Yanfang asked, dissatisfied.

Han Sheng smiled slightly and said, "I need to strip Danba naked. Men and women shouldn't touch each other. Besides, treating him alone is my usual practice."

"Hmph," Xiao Yanfang turned her face away in a huff.

"We'll all wait outside the hall," Master Jin said firmly, his greyish-white eyes darting around. He then led the way out of the hall, followed closely by Professor Liu Yisou. Xiao Yanfang reluctantly followed, and Liu Jinmo, after a moment's thought, also went out.

The Yongyou Hall was empty, except for Han Sheng and the old Lama Danba lying on the bed.

Han Sheng stepped forward and removed the old lama's clothes, pulling off his underwear. It turned out lamas didn't wear shorts. Upon closer inspection, the naked Danba lama's waist and thighs were covered in fine, withered hair.

Was this what Yin-Yang Grass looked like? It looked more like body hair than grass.

Han Sheng thought, then began to remove his own clothes. Underneath him was the "corpse garment" Lan'er had woven herself, made from the green hair of the "Twin Fish" from the Tianmen Mountain spring and the white hair from Liu Bowen's body within the Heavenly Silkworm. The corpse garment's power to ward off evil had only been demonstrated once, resulting in the death of the Yin Corpse Shen Caihua, even dissolving her flesh and leaving only a skeleton.

According to the *Corpse Clothes Sutra*, the most sacred object for warding off evil is human hair, while the most malevolent object is green hair. Human hair originates from the silkworm, while green hair grows from the *Kanzi* fish. Both the silkworm and the *Kanzi* fish are rare and highly sought-after. The sutra's final verse states, "Human hair and green hair, righteousness and evil united, water and fire in harmony, the Corpse Clothes Sutra reigns supreme."

However, how is it used to break curses? The sutra doesn't mention it.

Curses originated from the Miao witchcraft of Yunnan, Guizhou, and western Hunan, later separating from poisons and developing in Southeast Asia and the South Seas, especially the ten most powerful curses of Thailand, which are enough to strike fear into the hearts of many. The curse that Danba Lama was afflicted by was the most potent, the "Yin-Yang Grass" curse, which should be considered the most malevolent object in the world. What would happen if he encountered the most malevolent sacred object from the Central Plains, the "Green Hair"?

Han Sheng carefully removed the "corpse shroud" and draped it over the old lama's body... "Crackling..." A series of static crackling sounds rang out, and a brief white light flashed across the old lama's skin. The chaotic "yin-yang grasses" within his pores swayed frantically, frantically shrinking back into his body, emitting soft "squeaking" sounds, as if trying to escape.

Several thick, long "yang grasses," trying to protect the slender "yin grasses," retreated too slowly and were burned by the static electricity, emitting a burnt smell.

In a short while, Han Sheng had forced all the "yin-yang grasses" from the old lama's body into his body. But what to do next? Han Sheng put the corpse shroud and coat back on, staring blankly at the old lama, his heart filled with anxious thought. It seemed these yin-yang grasses were alive, even quite spiritual. Would they reappear once they realized the "corpse shroud" was gone?

"Did you save this old monk?" The old lama suddenly opened his eyes, looked at his naked body, and asked.

Han Sheng smiled shyly and said apologetically, "Master, you were cursed with 'Yin-Yang Grass.' I have forced them back into your body, but I don't know how to completely remove them."

The old lama Danba nodded and said, "So it's the most vicious curse in Southeast Asia. I understand now. But, young brother, it's truly amazing that you were able to subdue these 'grass spirits.'"

Han Sheng smiled without speaking. The world is dangerous, and although the old lama Danba seemed like a kind and amiable old man, the secret of the corpse shroud could not be revealed.

Knowing Han Sheng was reluctant to speak, the old lama Danba didn't press him further and said kindly, "Child, I often traveled in southern Xinjiang and know a little about the sorcery of Southeast Asia. You've already helped me drive away the 'grass spirits,' so things will be easier from here on out. I have an acquaintance at the Thai consulate in China named Kun Weichai. He's actually a very skilled sorcerer. Let him handle the rest. I'll ask Xiao Yanfang to fetch him later."

"Won't those 'grass spirits' reappear? Can I wait until that sorcerer arrives before leaving?" Han Sheng asked anxiously.

"Young man, you have a kind heart. What's your name, and where do you come from?" the old lama Danba asked.

"My name is Han Sheng. I'm a barefoot doctor from the countryside. I originally came to ask Master Jin for information, but I happened to encounter the master's illness. It was purely coincidental," Han Sheng replied.

"Child, this is fate. There is no coincidence without fate, and no effect without cause. It's rare." Danba smiled and said slowly.

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