The Corpse Clothes of the Green Bag [Complete] - 3

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Six-Hundred-Year Pact

In Wolong Valley, at dawn, a white mist filled the forest, bringing a chill to the air.

Wu Chushan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the valley where he had lived in seclusion for decades. He sighed deeply and muttered to himself, "Six hundred years. Today, it will finally come to an end."

Jiang Lao Er rushed over in a panic, saying urgently, "Sir, something has happened!"

"What is it?" Wu Chushan didn't turn around, but simply said calmly.

"I went to deliver food to Hansheng, and found they were all gone. Hansheng, that Wu Daoming from Lingnan, the squad leader surnamed Zhu, and that big yellow dog—all gone!" Jiang Lao Er blurted out. Wu Chushan

pondered for a moment, then said calmly again, "Let them be. They haven't come out yet; they might have wandered into an underground cave. That Wu Daoming from Lingnan is truly not simple; I underestimated him. Never mind, it's too late to worry about them now. The important matter is at hand."

"Yes, sir," Jiang Lao Er replied obediently.

The *Corpse Cloth Scripture* is said to be the work of Liu Ji (Liu Bowen), who poured his life's blood into it. It contains extremely strange methods for warding off evil, and no one in the martial arts world has ever seen this book, nor even heard of it.

The *Corpse Cloth Scripture* is the token that the visitor today wants to present. The guardians of the Wolong Valley tomb can only hand over the burial site after seeing this scripture. Since Liu Bowen set up this scheme, no one has ever come to hand it over, and 600 years have passed.

I desperately want to see the *Corpse Cloth Scripture*. Several secret techniques from the scripture have been passed down by generations of tomb guardians, including the "Riding a Horse Cloth" method to ward off lightning. I witnessed the old bat using it that night, and it was indeed incredibly effective.

Today, my wish will come true, I thought, a smile appearing on my face.

Today is the 18th day of the ninth lunar month, the birthday of Zhu Yuanzhang. Only by burying him tonight, at the time of the yin energy's peak between Hai and Zi, can the burial proceed swiftly. The two middle-aged men in tight-fitting clothes who entered the valley a few days ago, despite claiming to be collectors of mountain goods, were clearly skilled martial artists, both possessing considerable martial arts prowess. They spoke fluent Mandarin, and although he was a Manchu, he had been born and raised in Beijing, so it was obvious he came from the capital region. Furthermore, his tone seemed to carry a certain official air of authority. As they left the valley, they turned back and mentioned the "year-old promise in Qingtian." At that moment, he felt as if struck by lightning, almost stunned.

He recalled how, years ago, he had collapsed from hunger and cold at the entrance of Wolong Valley, where a white-bearded old man had taken him in and taught him divination and a unique martial art, making him a highly secretive tomb keeper. After the old man's death, he became the master of Wolong Valley. Since that chance rescue of Hansheng, seeing the boy's strong will, intelligence, introverted nature, and unusual medical skills, he had wanted to take him as a disciple and cultivate his talents. As the next generation's tomb keeper,

everything will end tonight. Wait, what if something goes wrong?

If the visitors are dishonest, they should speak with a Qingtian accent from Zhejiang, but they speak with a thick Beijing accent and an official tone. Who is being buried tonight? You must know that within ten years of this burial, the Central Plains will change hands! This is no small matter; utmost caution is necessary. If a trick is discovered, he must lead them to the fake dragon's lair for burial. Six hundred years of expectation cannot be ruined by his own hand.

"Sir, breakfast is ready! Freshly steamed dried rats!" Jiang Lao Er's voice called from inside the thatched hut.

"Hmm," Wu Chushanren strode confidently towards the hut.

During breakfast, Wu Chushanren looked at Jiang Lao Er's aged face, feeling a pang of sorrow. Alas, this descendant of the Qingtian people had spent his entire life entangled in this feng shui mystery set up by Liu Bowen.

"Lao Er, after this matter is resolved, where do you intend to go?" "Wu Chushan asked.

"Sir, Second Brother is willing to follow you and continue to serve you," Jiang Lao Er said sincerely.

"Alas, you should settle down and start a family, so you'll have someone to accompany you in your old age," the man advised.

"Sir, are you still going to search for your lost wife?" "Jiang Lao Er asked with concern.

Wu Chushan was somewhat saddened and remained silent for a long time.

The sun was setting, and it was almost dusk. Finally, two black crows, who had been harbingers, flew down from the foot of the mountain. Jiang Lao Er waved his hand to indicate that he knew. The crows circled once and then returned to the valley entrance. They had finally arrived, and Wu Chushan breathed a sigh of relief.

The mountain man stood in front of the thatched hut with his hands behind his back, staring at the path leading up the mountain.

The first thing he saw were the two strong-fitting men who had entered the valley last time. They walked briskly and their breathing was steady. Behind them were two sedan chairs, and at the very back were two more strong-fitting men, making a total of eight people.

In front of the thatched hut, the sedan chairs were lowered. Sitting on the first sedan chair was a man with sunken eyes, wrinkled skin and white hair, and a thin frame, wearing a gray Zhongshan suit. The old man stepped lightly out of the sedan chair, his feet landing silently.

Wu Chushan was startled; this man's skill was unfathomable. Looking at the next sedan chair, a thin man was huddled on it, covered by a grass-green military overcoat, his face obscured, seemingly a patient.

The man in the tight-fitting clothes in front whispered a few words to the old man in gray. The old man glanced at Wu Chushan, his gaze extremely cold, and Wu Chushan felt a chill run down his spine.

The old man in gray stepped forward, bowed, and said, "I am Liu Jinmo from Qingtian, here to keep the 600-year promise. Greetings. May I ask who you are, sir…?" His voice was soft yet extremely high-pitched, piercing Wu Chushan's eardrums.

Wu Chushan nodded slightly in return, saying, "A pleasure to meet you. I am Wu Chushan."

Liu Jinmo nodded and coldly said, "Tai Chi covers Tai Chi, Qingtian has no future."

Wu Chushan recited: "On the day the silkworm reappears, the corpse shroud accompanies you." "Where is the token?"

Liu Jinmo stared expressionlessly at the mountain man, silently taking out a cloth bundle from his robes. He gently opened it, revealing a thin, yellowed, thread-bound booklet, which he handed over.

The mountain man felt a surge of heat, his hands trembling slightly as he took it, staring intently at it.

On the yellowed cover were three large, vertically handwritten characters: *The Corpse Clothes Classic*, and in the lower left corner were two smaller characters: Liu Ji.

This was the handwriting of Liu Bowen from 600 years ago? The mountain man was thrilled. He gently turned to the first page…blank. He turned to the second page, still blank! The mountain man flipped through page after page, all blank… The mountain man was shocked, his eyes fixed on Liu Jinmo, and slowly asked, "Why is this?"

Liu Jinmo chuckled coldly, a metallic sound piercing the ear. The laughter abruptly stopped, and he said, "Have you ever seen the *Corpse Clothes Classic*?"

The mountain man replied, "No."

Liu Jinmo continued, "Since you haven't seen it, is there something wrong with this token?" Wu Chushanren replied, “

The Corpse Clothes Scripture is a miraculous book for warding off evil spirits. It was written by Liu Bowen with all his heart and soul, but now it is blank. What is the explanation for this?”

Liu Jinmo smiled slightly and said, “My ancestor Liu Ji faked his death and fled overnight, leaving behind this blank Corpse Clothes Scripture. In fact, it is only a token for future rendezvous, not a real scripture. My Liu family of Qingtian has passed it down for over 600 years. Today, I have come to Wolong Valley to fulfill our promise. If you cannot prove that this book is not a token of my ancestor, please guide me to the Taiji Yin Aura, lest we be late.” These

words left Wu Chushan speechless. None of the tomb keepers throughout history had ever seen the *Corpse Clothes Sutra*, and they truly didn't know whether it contained words or not. He had no reason to refuse the token, but seeing Liu Jinmo from Qingtian, he could tell this man was no good. He also didn't know who was buried there, and tomb keepers were forbidden from inquiring. If things went wrong, it might become a scourge to the world, wouldn't that go against the original intentions of Liu Ji and Liu Bowen?

Wu Chushan pondered repeatedly, while the gray-robed old man, Liu Jinmo, watched coldly from the side.

After a long while, Wu Chushan seemed to finally make up his mind, raised his head, and slowly said, "Mr. Liu, may I ask if the corpse has been brought?"

Liu Jinmo pointed to the sedan chair behind him and said, "Look, that's it."

Wu Chushanren walked over, intending to examine the corpse, but two men in tight-fitting clothes stepped forward to block his way.

Liu Jinmo coughed and waved his hand, signaling them to move aside.

The man gently lifted his military overcoat, revealing a pair of terrified eyes... It was a thin, ashen-faced old man with prominent cheekbones, age spots covering his nose and cheeks, bluish-purple lips, a layer of white frost on his beard, and his whole body hunched over, trembling.

Wu Chushan turned around, his face serious, and said, "He is a living person."

Liu Jinmo chuckled, "Of course he's a living person, otherwise how could he be so quick to bury him? Back then, Zhu Yuanzhang's mother, with great righteousness, buried Taiji Yun alive, which is why the Ming Dynasty was so prosperous and she was deeply respected by the world. Today, the old lady is terminally ill, and she is willing to follow the example of Zhu's mother, Chen, 600 years ago, to help her children achieve their great cause. How noble her sentiments are! Moreover, the old lady's son has also agreed and entrusted me to handle this matter personally. For the sake of the common people, this act of righteousness even at the cost of family is comparable to that of the Hongwu Emperor. Please, don't hesitate, Wu Chushan."

Wu Chushan was dumbfounded. How could such an absurd thing happen in the world!

"Wu Chushan, the Wolong Valley testament does not stipulate that burying a living person is forbidden, does it? Besides, the duties of the tomb keeper also prohibit interference with the specific arrangements of the person fulfilling the contract. I think you know this," Liu Jinmo said sternly.

He knew that the tomb keepers were absolutely forbidden from inquiring about the identity of the person being buried or interfering with the specific burial arrangements. This was a preventative measure taken by Liu Bowen to avoid the leakage of secrets and subsequent retaliation from the court, and he absolutely could not violate it.

However, this wolfish ambition—disregarding human ethics and burying his father alive—in order to seize the throne, if he were to truly ascend to the throne, would he have any pity for the common people? With such a beast in human form, he would surely bring disaster to the country and its people in the future.

Wu Chushan sighed deeply, thinking, "I, the tomb keepers of all generations, have waited bitterly for 600 years, only to find such a treacherous and evil person. Liu Bowen, oh Liu Bowen, the scheme you set up has not only ruined your own lifelong reputation but also brought a catastrophe to the people of the Central Plains.

" "It's getting late, please lead the way," Liu Jinmo urged.

Wu Chushan wanted to make a final effort to prevent this tragedy. He said, "I want to ask the old man if he truly wanted to do this."

Liu Jinmo shrugged and said dismissively, "Whatever."

The man bent down and looked at the old man, saying, "Old man, you don't need to say your name. Just tell me if this was voluntary?"

The old man's eyes widened in terror. He opened his mouth but couldn't speak, his whole body trembling violently.

"The old man has 'human motor neuron atrophy,' one of the world's five major incurable diseases. Look, he's curled up into a ball and can't speak at all. Rather than waiting to die in such pain, he'd rather contribute his remaining energy to future generations. This reflects the noble character of the older generation of proletarian revolutionaries," Liu Jinmo explained from behind Wu Chushan.

The hermit paused, though he understood Liu Jinmo's implied meaning, he couldn't question it, and could only helplessly say, "Please follow me."

Chapter Thirty:

The hermit Wu Chu led the group deeper into Wolong Valley.

At this moment, the setting sun cast a half-hidden glow, the sky ablaze with red, and the valley shrouded in a purple mist, tranquil and solemn.

Turning past the tall camphor trees, a different world appeared before them. There stood a small, round hill, several tens of meters in circumference, with two clear streams flowing gently on either side, forming two small pools in front of the hill. The water in the pools was a deep, emerald green, and the surface was calm.

"This is it," the hermit Wu Chu said, pointing to the small hill.

Liu Jinmo stopped, his body motionless, and lowered his head… After a moment, he suddenly raised his head, squinting his eyes and glancing casually… This casual glance was the essence of the art of observing qi. Generally, auspicious burial sites are characterized by purple energy, followed by yellow. Red energy signifies bloodshed and disaster, while white energy is associated with death, bringing constant mourning to the family. Black energy often indicates strange and unusual events.

These energies are absolutely invisible to the naked eye, even to experienced feng shui masters. Therefore, the secrets of geomancy lie in a casual glance; what one can see depends entirely on individual skill. Even ordinary people, with a casual glance from the corner of their eye, can see things invisible to the naked eye, including unclean spirits.

Liu Jinmo's eyes were filled with purple aura. He nodded and sighed, "A truly auspicious burial site! The Book of Burial says, 'Qi disperses with the wind and stops at water.' Wolong Valley is filled with purple aura, with two waters facing each other, yin and yang breathing in harmony, gathering and storing qi. What a pity..."

Wu Chushanren stood with his hands behind his back and smiled slightly, "What's a pity?"

Liu Jinmo chuckled, "Two pools in front of the burial site, doesn't that sound like the character 'crying'?"

Wu Chushanren was startled. This man was indeed unfathomable. He had intentionally brought him to this fake burial site, yet the man had still seen through the flaw. It seemed he had to be careful.

"Haha," the hermit laughed, "This is the Heavenly Pool water of the Huangshan lineage, with two pools flanking the dragon. Mr. Liu should have heard Elder Gu Tuo of Kaifeng in the Song Dynasty say, 'Few know of the water of the Heavenly Pool, its color is most wondrously emerald green, capable of holding heavenly water to nourish the dragon vein. A true dragon vein, when strong, condenses early. The two pools flanking the dragon flow with water throughout the four seasons, their fullness and emptiness still revealing prosperity and decline.'

Liu Jinmo listened in silence, and after a while, slowly said, 'Alright, men, first dig open the hole and examine the Taiji egg.'

Two burly men in tight-fitting clothes responded, pulling out two sharp, short-handled military shovels from under their sedan chairs and leaping onto the hill.

'No need to examine it, the Taiji egg is gone,' Wu Chushanren said calmly.

'What did you say!' Liu Jinmo's eyes turned extremely cold."

“Every sixty years, the guardians of Wolong Valley take out a Taiji Earth Egg, break it, and release the Five Elements Silkworms inside. The last white Taiji Gold Egg was released three years ago. This is a secret that Liu Bowen established 600 years ago, a rule that the guardians must follow, and outsiders know nothing about it,” Wu Chushanren said coldly. This excuse was something he had fabricated years ago to deal with people like Liu Jinmo today.

“Why?” Liu Jinmo wasn’t easily fooled.

Wu Chushanren said, “Liu Bowen said that after the last Taiji Egg was released, he would close the valley and leave, and the Qingtian agreement would be unnecessary.”

Liu Jinmo gasped and said, “Why didn’t my Liu family’s ancestral precepts mention this?”

“That’s because Liu Bowen never returned to Qingtian after he went into seclusion in Wolong Valley,” the man said solemnly, secretly laughing to himself.

“Enough, start digging!” Liu Jinmo roared, his voice like the bellowing of a cow in the wilderness.

Night had fallen, the moonlight like water. The mountain man gazed at the starry sky, sighing inwardly, "Today, the 600-year-old Qingtian pact has finally been settled. This Liu Jinmo is a descendant of Liu Ji. Who is that poor old man abandoned in the sedan chair? This unfilial son, blinded by greed, how could I have given him the real Tai Chi stun? Wouldn't such a cold-blooded person bring chaos and suffering to the people if he were in power?" However, the man who could command a martial arts master like Liu Jinmo was certainly no ordinary person. Just look at those burly men in their tight-fitting clothes; they already had the bearing of soldiers. And Liu Jinmo's words about "proletarian revolutionaries"... perhaps that old man was quite someone important.

Liu Jinmo leaped, his toes barely touching the ground. With a whoosh of his clothes, he was already standing on the mound. "This man's skill is above mine," the mountain man thought.

"Open the acupoint here," Liu Jinmo said, pointing to a spot about a third of the way forward from the top of the mound.

"Yes." Without another word, the two men immediately began to dig.

"Wait, that 'Corpse Clothes Sutra' is fake!" someone shouted from an old camphor tree not far away, their voice clear and melodious.

Everyone looked on anxiously. In the moonlight, they heard a hissing sound as a person swiftly slid down from the camphor tree trunk, straightened his clothes, and walked over slowly.

"Mr. Wu!" Jiang Lao Er exclaimed.

"Hehe, it is indeed me, Wu. How have you been, my friend?" Wu Daoming said with a smile.

Liu Jinmo's gaze swept over Wu Daoming, finally settling on Wu Chushanren's face, his doubt evident.

"Mr. Liu, this is not from my valley. He claims to be Wu Daoming from Lingnan, and he trespassed into Wolong Valley yesterday," Wu Chushanren explained to Liu Jinmo. "

Could it be Wu Daoming, the 'Number One Feng Shui Master in Hong Kong's Kowloon Nathan Road, known as 'Hong Kong's Number One'?" Liu Jinmo asked in surprise.

"It is indeed me, Wu," Wu Daoming smiled slightly.

This Wu Daoming had been hiding in the valley without his noticing at all; this was rather strange. He wondered how Han Sheng was doing. Thinking of this, the hermit asked, "Where is Hansheng now?"

Wu Daoming bowed slightly and said, "We got separated, he's probably still wandering underground." He turned to Liu Jinmo and continued, "I've heard your conversation. It's laughable that a descendant of Liu Bowen would try to deceive people with a fake scripture."

"What did you say!" Liu Jinmo said angrily, his murderous aura rising. The two burly men in tight-fitting clothes put down their shovels and reached into their robes; they were carrying weapons.

Wu Daoming didn't actually know the authenticity of the *Corpse Clothes Scripture* in Liu Jinmo's possession. Due to the urgency of the situation, he had lied, and judging from their expressions, he knew he had succeeded.

Since the early hours of last night, when he and Zhu Biao accidentally stumbled out of the Linggu Cave underground, he had gained a complete understanding of this Huangshan mountain range. It turned out that the mouth of the Yin Dragon was the Linggu Cave.

The wonders of nature! The Huangshan mountain range, with its two dragons, one yang and one yin, is a sight to behold. I had never before entered the heart of such a mountain range. I never imagined that "all things are interconnected," and that the dragon's

cavity contained such strange sights as stone ribs and dragon blood. It was truly an eye-opening experience. Thinking of Liu Bowen, 600 years ago, who, through his profound calculations, laid down such an ingenious feng shui trap. It's lamentable that those young men from Qingtian left their homes, willingly hiding in Wolong Valley, forever separated from their families by death. Liu Bowen, you probably never imagined that this trap would last for 600 years. Emperor Hongwu, Zhu Yuanzhang, has long since vanished. No need for revenge; Nurhaci's iron cavalry had already breached Shanhaiguan Pass.

This Wu Chu Mountain Man is no ordinary man; elegant and refined, exceptionally quick-witted. He had fallen into my trap in the midst of our laughter and conversation. If it weren't for that eccentric little doctor, Han Sheng, I probably would have been unconscious for three days, only to wake up to find Wolong Valley long gone.

Where exactly is this Taiji Yin Aura that has been guarded for 600 years? Who is carrying the token to fulfill the promise? More than ten years later, the Central Plains will change hands, and who will wear the dragon robe?

So many mysteries made Wu Daoming's heart itch, and he couldn't help but scratch his head.

"Old Wu, let's go home and make some noodles first, and while we're at it..." Zhu Biao interrupted Wu Daoming's reverie

. "While we're at it what?" Wu Daoming looked at Zhu Biao with a serious expression.

Zhu Biao felt a little uneasy under his gaze and said timidly, "While we're at it, let's change our pants and wash our bottoms."

Only then did Wu Daoming remember that he still had a bag of excrement in his pants.

Wu Daoming followed him through the bamboo forest and returned to Nanshan Village.

Zhu Biao started a fire to cook noodles, first serving a bowl and placing it in front of Shen Caihua's new grave, muttering to himself.

Wu Daoming cleaned his genitals and sat there until the rooster crowed three times. As dawn broke, he woke Zhu Biao: "Remember, don't mention yesterday's events to anyone."

Zhu Biao nodded in agreement, promising not to spread the word.

Wu Daoming left Nanshan Village, first going to the county town to make necessary preparations, and then returning to Wolong Valley.

Wu Daoming felt a noticeable change in his body; not only was his true energy abundant, but he also felt light and agile as he walked along mountain paths. He knew this was due to Han Sheng's strange methods opening up his meridians.

He climbed Dazhang Mountain, then detoured slowly down the cliff face along a crevice, avoiding the crows that signaled the arrival at the valley entrance, and concealed himself in the camphor forest.

When Liu Jinmo and his group entered the valley, he hid in a tree, holding his breath, and eavesdropped on the conversation between Wu Chushanren and Liu Jinmo of Qingtian without missing a single word. It turned out that the token of fulfillment was a book called "The Corpse Clothes Scripture," but unexpectedly, it was a blank scripture.

The frail old man hunched over in the sedan chair was suffering from "Iceman Syndrome," one of the world's five most incurable diseases, but Han Sheng cured him instantly, though the Tai Chi Earth Egg was needed as medicine. All that talk about emulating Zhu Yuanzhang's mother's live burial, noble deeds, and that bastard son's righteous betrayal of his family—it's all bullshit.

When he heard the word "revolutionary," Wu Daoming wondered if this person was the leader in Beijing Huang Qiansui had mentioned. He laughed. What did Director Huang's attempt to curry favor with Beijing have to do with me? My goal is to find the location of the Tai Chi Yin Aura.

Wu Chushan led them deep into the valley, Wu Daoming following in the forest, eventually hiding in a camphor tree.

When Wu Chushan told Liu Jinmo that the last Tai Chi Egg was gone, Wu Daoming chuckled inwardly. Who were they trying to fool? And where did Han Sheng's egg come from?

Just as the strong-looking man in sturdy clothes was about to dig with his shovel, Wu Daoming couldn't contain himself any longer. Without thinking, he shouted and slid down from the tree.

The autumn night was chilly, the moonlight flickering and hazy. In Wolong Valley, the foremost Feng Shui master of Lingnan and the descendant of Liu Bowen of Qingtian faced off, their tension palpable.

Wu Chushanren stood silently by, observing.

Chapter Thirty-One:

Han Sheng bid farewell to Granny Wang and Ping'er, carrying the silkworm coat, and left the quiet waterfall canyon. Even after walking a long way, looking back, he still saw the little girl waving her hand, and even Benben kept turning back, reluctant to leave.

Granny Wang and Ping'er are so kind; I should visit them often in the future, Han Sheng thought.

It would probably take at least a day to walk back to Nanshan Village; he'd be lucky to get home before dark. After crossing a small hill covered in bamboo groves, a dirt road suddenly appeared ahead. Han Sheng approached and saw tire tracks on the ground.

After driving for about an hour, they heard a "putt-putt" sound behind them, and a Dongfanghong brand tractor carrying goods approached.

"Hey, is that a dog?" the driver asked in surprise, looking at Benben. The tractor stopped.

"Its name is Benben, of course it's a dog," Hansheng replied.

"Where are you going? I can give you a ride." The young driver still stared at Benben with suspicion.

The tractor was loaded with corn and headed to Wuyuan County. Hansheng and Benben climbed on, arriving in the county town around noon.

They knew the road to Nanshan Village well, but how could they tell their father and Lan'er when they got home? If they said they were going to find Lan'er's biological father, Wu Chushanren, the mother and daughter would be frantic. No, it would be best to bring Chushanren home with them so they could recognize each other. That way, their father wouldn't blame them; he might even be overjoyed.

But why did Chushanren avoid them in Wolong Valley? Was he controlled by that forest ranger named Jiang Lao Er?

No, I should go to Wolong Valley first and find out what's going on. I must bring Wu Chushan home so his family can be reunited. For Lan'er's sake, no matter how hard or dangerous it is, it's worth it.

Han Sheng made up his mind and led Benben towards Dazhang Mountain.

Han Sheng and Benben first arrived at the market in Wuyuan County. Every day after the market closed at noon, there would be some vehicles returning to the surrounding towns, mostly tractors.

Han Sheng's clumsy appearance attracted the attention of people at the market, so he quickly led him aside while asking if anyone could hitch a ride to Dazhang Mountain.

"Hey, aren't you that little miracle doctor?" a white-bearded old man greeted them. Han Sheng recognized him as the old man who sold dog-skin plasters at the market.

Han Sheng smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries.

"I'm from Dazhang Mountain. I have a ride with me," the white-bearded old man said enthusiastically.

Han Sheng hitched a ride on a small diesel truck belching black smoke heading to Dazhang Mountain. In the truck, the white-bearded old man introduced himself as Bai, known as "Bai Yigao," meaning his plasters were incredibly effective.

"Young man, just call me Bai Yigao. The story of how you cured the old woman's strange illness at the market last time has spread. It's amazing that such a small green worm has such great abilities. Truly, healing knows no bounds!" Bai Yigao exclaimed in admiration.

"Senior Bai..." Han Sheng was interrupted abruptly.

“Young man, please don’t call me senior. I’ve been selling plasters my whole life, but I’ve achieved nothing,” Bai Yigao said with shame.

“Senior Bai, you’ve been dealing with medicine since childhood, of course you’re a senior. Just from how you diagnosed the old woman’s illness at the market, I know you must be an extraordinary person,”

Bai Yigao said with a smile, seemingly very pleased.

The small truck stopped at a village at the foot of Dazhang Mountain. Hansheng and Benben bid farewell to Senior Bai Yigao.

“Wolong Valley? You’re going there?” Bai Yigao asked in surprise.

“Senior Bai, is there something wrong?” Hansheng asked.

“Well, I heard that it’s a bit…unclean.” Bai Yigao stammered.

“What’s unclean?” Hansheng asked.

“In other words, the yin energy in that valley is too heavy, very eerie,” Bai Yigao told Hansheng.

Han Sheng had also sensed the unusual atmosphere in the valley, especially the forest ranger who called himself Jiang Lao Er, who had actually attacked him. He knew absolutely no martial arts skills.

However, he remembered his fall from the mountain last time, breaking his right leg. If it weren't for Wu Chushan's rescue, he would likely be dead. Moreover, given his unfortunate past, he seemed to be a respectable scholar, not the Hong Kong Master Wu who claimed to be the master of Wolong Valley and Jiang Lao Er's leader.

If Wu Chushan were in the valley, he wouldn't have refused to save him; at the very least, he would have pleaded for him with Jiang Lao Er.

In short, Bai Yigao was right; Wolong Valley was eerily strange.

"Do you really want to go to Wolong Valley?" Bai Yigao asked.

Han Sheng pondered for a moment, then nodded firmly, "Yes, I must go."

"Alright then, I know a shortcut," Bai Yigao said, stroking his long beard.

"A shortcut?" Han Sheng asked doubtfully.

Bai Yigao smiled: "That's a cave that leads directly through the ridge to the valley. If there's any danger, you can run back from there. You know, there are many underground caves in Dazhang Mountain. They're interconnected, and most people get lost. A child from our village once got lost there, and they couldn't even find his body." "

What if I get lost in one of those caves too?" Hansheng asked worriedly.

"You're safe with the dog. It'll leave its mark by urinating along the way, and if it gets stuck, it'll find its way back," Bai Yigao explained.

Hansheng looked at Benben, whose eyes were filled with certainty.

Bai Yigao led Hansheng and Benben through the mountains and forests. Benben would run back and forth, chasing small animals like mountain mice or hedgehogs in the grass.

After about an hour, they arrived at a cliff. Pushing aside the waist-high weeds, they found a stone cave at the foot of the cliff.

"This is the cave leading to Wolong Valley, called 'Fairy Cave.' According to the elders, about 600 years ago, an immortal cultivated in the cave and ascended to heaven after achieving enlightenment. Therefore, this cave is called 'Fairy Cave.' When I was a child, my friends and I often came into the cave to play, and one day we accidentally discovered that this cave leads to Wolong Valley," Bai Yigao explained to Hansheng.

Bai Yigao insisted on taking Hansheng to Wolong Valley, but Hansheng declined repeatedly, not wanting to cause any trouble for this kind-hearted elder.

"If you encounter red-eyed bats in the cave, hide your fur well; they'll give up if they can't pull it out," Bai Yigao said. Seeing Hansheng's resolute attitude, he took a flashlight from his canvas travel bag containing plasters and handed it to him, repeatedly instructing Hansheng to return immediately if there was any danger.

Hansheng, leading Benben, resolutely stepped into Fairy Cave.

Turning on the flashlight made navigating the cave much easier. Following the instructions of the elder Bai Yigao, they traversed three large caves followed by one small one, repeating this process twice to reach Wolong Valley. Under

the flashlight's beam, the gray rock walls of the cave were damp, covered in patches of green moss. Occasionally, a few geckos would appear, staring blankly at the light with their small red eyes.

This was the second time they had passed through two large caves; only one more large and one smaller one remained before reaching Wolong Valley. Han Sheng quickened his pace, the echoing "thump-thump" resonating loudly in the silent underground cave.

Suddenly, a huge bat leaped out from the side, blocking the path. It was over a meter tall, with dark brown, furry skin, two blood-red eyes like copper bells, and a menstrual belt hanging around its neck. Han Sheng chuckled upon seeing it; this was none other than the leader of the Red-Eyed Shadow Bats.

Looking at its silver hair and white beard, Han Sheng estimated it to be over a hundred years old.

"It's you again?" Han Sheng greeted it amicably.

The leader of the Shadow Bats gave a soft whistle, blinked its eyelids as if to say something, and gestured by leaping towards a small hole at the side.

"You need something from me? Do you want me to come with you?" Han Sheng wondered to himself.

The Shadow Bat leader repeated the same action, looking at Han Sheng, tears welling in its blood-red eyes.

It must want me to help. Perhaps some bats are sick. Since I am a healer, I should treat humans and beasts equally. A sense of pride in relieving suffering welled up within Han Sheng.

Somehow, Han Sheng felt a connection with it, as if they were on the same wavelength. He didn't realize that this feeling was the embodiment of the compassionate heart of a healer, revered in ancient times, and only those with this kind of emotion could become good doctors.

Han Sheng followed the leader of the red-eyed shadow bats into a small hole on the side. Benben followed closely behind, occasionally raising a hind leg to squeeze out some urine as a mark.

After walking through the maze-like underground passages for about half an hour, the space suddenly opened up ahead. The rock walls were covered with small, blood-red eyes. Han Sheng had been here before; he could already hear the rushing sound of an underground river. This was a bat cave.

Han Sheng instinctively covered his hair, and even Benben burrowed in fear between Han Sheng's legs. Fortunately, the red-eyed shadow bats, which were known for plucking hair, did not swoop down to attack, remaining motionless on the rock walls.

The shadow bat leader jumped onto a stone platform and shone his flashlight. Under the light, a similarly large bat lay on the platform, its abdomen swollen, groaning in pain. Han Sheng understood; this was a mother bat experiencing a difficult birth, and he was going to help her deliver the baby… The shadow bat leader watched Han Sheng nervously.

Han Sheng was a little flustered. Although he had watched his father deliver babies, he had never done it himself. He knew that delivering a baby required hot water, sterilized scissors, and other medicines, but he had none of those on hand.

The mother bat's belly trembled and throbbed, emitting painful squeals, tears streaming down her face.

What could be done? Han Sheng approached and examined her closely, gently pressing on her swollen abdomen. The mother bat groaned, seemingly enduring extreme pain. Observing her vulva further, Han Sheng discovered that the mother bat's birth canal was red, swollen, and inflamed, completely sealing it off, with black, clotted blood seeping from the gaps.

Emergency anti-inflammatory treatment was needed immediately, but there were no anti-inflammatory drugs, not even the simplest things like alcohol or iodine. He had to find a way quickly, or the mother bat would surely die.

The *Qing Nang Jing*… Han Sheng desperately tried to recall methods for reducing swelling and inflammation from the text, methods that had to be found within this cave, but this cave was filled with nothing but rocks.

Rocks? He remembered that the scriptures recorded a method of treating postpartum hemorrhage, stillbirth, placental abortion, and lochia with "flower stalactite." This "flower stalactite" was also called "flower stamen stone." He wondered if the stalactites in the cave were the same as "flower stalactite." Regardless, he had to try. The medicinal ingredient was easy to obtain; he just needed a child's urine, which he could provide himself.

Without further ado, Han Sheng turned and kicked a section of a stalagmite off the ground. He then used the broken section to smash a small piece of stalactite hanging from the wall. On the stone floor, Han Sheng used the stalagmite to crush the stalactite. In no time, he had reduced it to dust. He swept the dust into a depression in the ground, then unbuckled his belt, pulled out his penis, and urinated into the depression.

Benben noticed and rushed over, raising its hind leg towards the depression… Hansheng tried to stop it, but it was too late. Benben had already squeezed its urine into the pit and jumped aside to watch the spectacle.

Benben should also be a male dog; Hansheng hadn't yet discovered any connection between it and the village's female dogs, so the medicine he concocted should be usable.

Hansheng quickly stirred it with his fingers, ignoring the pungent odor, and after mixing it thoroughly, he applied it all to the female bat's vulva.

The flashlight's beam gradually dimmed; the battery was almost dead. Hansheng turned it off and waited quietly in the darkness.

He hoped this medicine would quickly eliminate the inflammation. The *Qingnang Jing* recorded this formula as "Huairui Shisan," with remarkable effects. Of course, every formula in the *Qingnang Jing* was exceptionally effective.

In the darkness, countless small red eyes above remained motionless, watching below. The leader of the female bats' two large, blood-red, copper-bell-like eyes were almost within reach. The female bat's moans gradually subsided.

After an unknown amount of time, a weak, first squeak rang out, followed by a chaotic chorus of squeaks that filled the empty cavern.

Han Sheng switched on his flashlight. Dozens of pink, chubby newborn shadow bats, resembling tiny mice, surrounded the mother shadow bat, their eyes still closed…

Chapter Thirty-Two:

The mother shadow bat slowly sat up, her blood-red eyes filled with gratitude. In the flashlight's beam, Han Sheng saw that her inflammation had almost completely subsided.

The shadow bat leader expressed its joy with a very soft whistle. At that moment, the mother shadow bat spread her wings, cradled her babies, and began to nurse them. Han Sheng

finally breathed a sigh of relief; all things in the world have a spirit. Benben came closer, staring at the little creatures, finding them quite amusing.

The shadow bat leader gestured for Han Sheng to follow it, leaping towards a small hole on the side—the direction to Stone Egg. They crawled through the small hole, following the same passageway as before. The sound of flowing water grew louder, and they arrived at the cave where they had been entangled by the white hairy creature—the Heavenly Silkworm Cave.

The broken stone egg was still there, but the white, clinging silk was gone. The leader of the Shadow Bats leaped onto the stone egg and winked at Han Sheng.

Han Sheng walked over. He shone his dim flashlight inside.

There, lying at the bottom of the stone egg, was a person… This person was covered in long white hair, even on their face, obscuring their features. Han Sheng was startled. How could there be someone inside?

According to Granny Wang, this stone egg must be a Heavenly Silkworm, but who was inside, and how did they get inside?

Han Sheng was completely baffled. There seemed to be something next to the person's head inside the silkworm, mostly obscured by the white hair. Han Sheng reached out, but couldn't reach it. He looked around; there were no branches or sticks in the cave.

With a soft call, the leader of the Shadow Bats gestured for Han Sheng to step aside, then shrunk away and slipped inside. It parted its white fur, and two small claws on its wings held up a thin booklet, which it respectfully presented to Han Sheng.

Han Sheng immediately recognized the three characters on it—"The Corpse Clothes Scripture.

" "...On the day the Heavenly Silkworm reappears, the Corpse Clothes will accompany you on your journey," Granny Wang's words echoed in his ears.

Oh, so the Corpse Clothes refers to the *Corpse Clothes Scripture*!

Han Sheng was startled. Could this be the ancient book that Wu Chushanren had said was long lost?

The flashlight beam dimmed, and Han Sheng quickly flipped through a few pages. Before the light went out completely, he saw a few lines: "I, Liu Ji of Zhejiang, courtesy name Bowen, have compiled all the methods of warding off evil in the world..." In the darkness, only two large, blood-red eyes like copper bells were visible.

Methods of warding off evil? This is quite a strange book! Recalling that stormy night, atop the old camphor tree, a giant black bat stood majestically, gazing up at the sky, its silver hairs fluttering in the wind. Its claws were raised high above its head like a menstrual belt… fending off the lightning strikes. The hermit said it was a warding-off-evil technique from the *Corpse Clothes Classic*.

So the world really is full of strange things. Han Sheng carefully tucked the book into his robes. "When the Heavenly Silkworm reappears, the Corpse Clothes will accompany you." This stone egg, the Heavenly Silkworm, has been broken and reappeared. It seems Liu Bowen wanted me to carry this book with me at all times; it can do many things. Now that I've learned the art of the Green Bag, plus the warding-off-evil technique from the *Corpse Clothes Classic*, wouldn't that be…? Han Sheng couldn't help but laugh out loud at this thought.

The person inside the Heavenly Silkworm must be Liu Bowen from 600 years ago. His grandmother said he later lived in seclusion in Wolong Valley, and no one knew his whereabouts. It turns out he hid inside the Heavenly Silkworm and died there. But how did he get inside the Heavenly Silkworm? I must ask the hermit sometime; he's a learned man, he might know.

Now that I've obtained the *Corpse Clothes Classic*, Liu Bowen should be my mentor, even though 600 years have passed.

Han Sheng silently knelt before the Heavenly Silkworm, saying to Liu Bowen in the darkness, "Master, please accept my bow from your disciple, Han Sheng of Nanshan, Wuyuan, Jiangxi." He then respectfully kowtowed three times.

Alas, the flashlight batteries are dead; how are we going to get out?

Han Sheng and Benben continued their old method, following behind the two red-eyed leaders of the Yin Bats, groping their way through the darkness.

They didn't know how much time had passed, traversing countless caves of varying sizes, when finally a faint light appeared ahead. Reaching the front, they saw that they were already in the Wolong Valley at dusk. Deep within Wolong Valley, beside a camphor tree grove, on a raised mound, Wu Daoming from Lingnan and Liu Jinmo from Qingtian faced off in a tense standoff.

A crescent moon hung in the sky, its desolate light casting a chilling glow over the valley. All was silent except for the sound of everyone's heartbeats.

Liu Jinmo chuckled coldly and spoke first: "Wu Daoming from Lingnan, what business is this of yours?"

Wu Daoming concealed two daggers in his hand, which he had painfully pulled from his crotch while clinging to a tree earlier—better safe than sorry, as was his motto.

"Hehe, that's a misconception. Senior Liu Bowen was a master of feng shui, someone I, Wu, have always respected. Moreover, this 600-year Qingtian Pact concerns the safety of all people in the world. If a cold-blooded usurper were to ascend to the throne, wouldn't that be a great calamity for the Central Plains? It would also tarnish Liu Bowen's lifelong reputation. This concerns the lives of all people, and although I, Wu, live in a remote corner of the South China Sea, I cannot stand idly by." Wu Daoming's words were righteous and resounding.

Hearing this from the side, Wu Chushan thought to himself that although Wu Daoming of Lingnan was a man of mixed character, his words made sense.

Liu Jinmo sneered, "Wu Daoming, it seems you do know quite a lot. To tell you the truth, firstly, I am carrying the token of our agreement from back then, and Wolong Valley cannot refuse me. Secondly, the old man's descendant is a son of a military family, a future elite of China, who will surely benefit the people. You are spouting nonsense with malicious intent. Based on this alone, I can identify you as a class enemy, and I can represent the higher-ups to execute you on the spot."

"Elite? Benefit the people? Tell me that person's name, who is it?" Wu Daoming chuckled.

Wu Chushan was also eager to know who the old man's son was, and having Wu Daoming here to ask questions was naturally very good.

"Hmph, this is too much! Kill him!" Liu Jinmo coldly ordered.

Two burly men in tight-fitting clothes on the hilltop swiftly drew pistols from their robes, eliciting a gasp from someone… In the blink of an eye, Wu Daoming flicked his wrist, and two thin, hair-like black beams shot out, heading towards the two men. Two cries of "Ouch!" were heard as the pistols fell to the ground.

The onlookers stared in disbelief; each man's hand, holding a gun, had a black, fleshy cone embedded in it, the trembling cone's tip curling… A figure flickered on the hilltop; Liu Jinmo had already closed in, his hands grabbing simultaneously, his movements swift and silent like a phantom. Wu Daoming was shocked, not expecting Liu Jinmo from Qingtian to possess such strange martial arts skills. He hastily dodged, but felt a chill on his chest; two pieces of his shirt had been torn off, leaving two bloody fingernail marks on his skin. Immediately, under the moonlight, Liu Jinmo's withered, slender claws danced in the air. Wu Daoming had no chance to retaliate.

Generally, the faster a master's fists and palms move, the louder the wind they create—this is due to air friction. But Liu Jinmo's movements were so fast that there was no wind at all. Wu Chushan, watching from the sidelines, was secretly astonished; this practically defied the principles of aerodynamics.

Wu Daoming regretted underestimating Liu Jinmo's skill. It seemed he was no match for him. If only he hadn't pulled out more Yin Cones (his powerful attacks), now it was too late.

Wu Chushan wanted to help, so he leaped onto the mound, picked up a military shovel, and shouted, "Wait!" He forcefully plunged the shovel into the circle.

A piercing metallic scraping sound followed as Liu Jinmo's claws gripped the shovel head, scratching several marks into the steel.

Liu Jinmo jumped out of the circle and said coldly, "Does the hermit intend to help outsiders?"

Wu Daoming stood there, sweat beading on his forehead, his expression extremely awkward.

Wu Chushanren said calmly, "The tomb guardians won't interfere with burial matters, but Wolong Valley also doesn't want to see bloodshed. Your feud can be settled outside the valley."

With a slight hum, the hermit glanced sideways and saw Wu Daoming painfully plucking his beard.

"No need. Is there any way to leave any survivors in this valley?" Liu Jinmo laughed shrilly.

"What did you say? Do you intend to silence the tomb guardians as well?" Wu Chushanren exclaimed in surprise.

Liu Jinmo's shrill laughter grew even more piercing, the high-frequency metallic scraping sound making the hermit's eardrums extremely uncomfortable.

"Liu Bowen's family precepts in Qingtian instructed us to fulfill our promise and leave no survivors in Wolong Valley for safety, hahaha..." Liu Jinmo's laughter was cut short when he suddenly attacked like a ghost, grabbing Shanren and Wu Daoming with both hands.

Just as they were about to dodge, black shadows suddenly swelled from his claws, and ten black lights shot out. Shanren and Wu Daoming leaped backward, but it was too late to dodge... They were ten fingernail covers, the same color as their nails. Normally, they were embedded in their nails, but in an emergency, they were activated with internal force. They were Liu Jinmo's unique and vicious hidden weapons, impossible to defend against.

Wu Chushanren and Wu Daoming's five vital acupoints—Tiantu, Xuanji, Shencang, Huagai, and Tanzhong—had been struck by the fingernails. The two felt a tightness in their chests and immediately collapsed to the ground. Wu Daoming's several Yang cones had not yet been launched.

Jiang Lao Er shouted, about to leap to his rescue, but two other burly men in tight-fitting clothes beside the sedan chair had already drawn their pistols and held him at bay, making Jiang Lao Er stamp his feet

in frustration. The old man hadn't expected Liu Jinmo to have such a vicious trick, and had fallen into his trap. However, he also knew very well that even if he and Wu Daoming joined forces, they would be no match for Liu Jinmo; this man was simply too powerful.

Liu Jinmo's cold laughter echoed incessantly, and the old man in the sedan chair trembled uncontrollably.

"Old man, your duty has been fulfilled. I am very grateful. Now, prepare to die." Liu Jinmo stepped forward, raised his right palm, and chopped down at Wu Chu Shanren's skull… "Stop!" A childish voice suddenly rang out from behind the tree.

Liu Jinmo's hand, poised to strike, stopped mid-air. He turned his head and saw a young man standing under the camphor tree, with a hairless, strange dog beside him.

"Hmph, who goes there?" Liu Jinmo's gaze was chilling.

"I am Hansheng from Nanshan Village. Who are you? How dare you kill someone here?" Hansheng led Benben closer. "

Hmph, might as well finish him off and ensure a safe burial," Liu Jinmo thought, channeling his energy into his arm. He was about to finish him off with a single blow when he got any closer.

"Hansheng, don't come any closer! Run!" the mountain man cried anxiously.

"No, I can't leave Uncle Shanren behind," Hansheng said as he ran. "

Hmm, this kid has some guts. Too bad your luck. Don't blame me for being ruthless," Liu Jinmo slowly raised his arm.

"Liu Jinmo, you can't kill him! He can cure this old man's 'ice man syndrome'!" Wu Daoming shouted from the side.

"Nonsense! Who can cure this incurable disease in the world today?" Liu Jinmo said coldly.

"I can cure him," Hansheng said calmly.

"You greenhorn, even the experts in Beijing are helpless. Who do you think you are? Are you Hua Tuo?" Liu Jinmo mocked.

Han Sheng thought to himself, "You were right."

"He's a famous little miracle doctor from northern Jiangxi. He's already cured a patient with 'human motor neuron atrophy,' and everyone in Wuyuan County knows that," Wu Daoming shouted hoarsely.

At that moment, a glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of the old man huddled inside the sedan chair.

"How will you cure him?" Liu Jinmo stared at Han Sheng.

"I have my own way, but you have to release them all," Han Sheng said.

Dream on, Liu Jinmo sneered, raising his hand.

"Liu Jinmo, you're too despicable! The miracle doctor has a way to cure the old man, are you still going to use poison!" Wu Daoming saw through Liu Jinmo's intentions and cried out in despair.

"Haha, Wu Daoming of Lingnan, I knew you were so clever, but you're just a fool. Why does the old man need treatment? If the old man could be cured, when would his son ever be able to wear the imperial robe? Today is September 18th, an auspicious day and time. The old man must be buried, and this is also the wish of his family, hahaha." Liu Jinmo let out a sharp, sinister laugh.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Liu Jinmo pointed to the dragon's lair

and said, "You two, dig quickly, you must bury him at the hour of Hai (9-11 PM)." "Yes." The two burly men in tight-fitting clothes responded, forcefully plucking the pubic hairs from the back of their hands, disgustedly throwing them on the ground, then picking up their pistols and putting them in their pockets, and picking up steel shovels to dig vigorously.

Two crows flew in the night sky, circling overhead, cawing.

Liu Jinmo chuckled coldly, "Look, even the crows have come to mourn you. September 18th, Zhu Yuanzhang was born, you will die, it's not unfair to you." After saying that, he gathered his energy in his arms and poured it into his palms.

"Your name is Han Sheng, right? I'll remember that." Liu Jinmo struck Han Sheng with a palm... Han Sheng didn't even have time to dodge. In an instant, a cold wind swept over him, chilling him to the bone.

Suddenly, a whistle rang in his ears, followed by a whooshing sound of wind. In an instant, the night sky was filled with blood-red eyes. Countless red-eyed Yin Bats descended from the sky like a whirlwind, swarming towards Liu Jinmo and everyone else, except for Han Sheng and Benben.

The Yin Bat leader, with a menstrual belt hanging around its neck, was the first to pounce on Liu Jinmo, squeaking angrily as it bit into a tuft of his hair and pulled it out with all its might.

Liu Jinmo was enraged and struck the leader's right wing with a palm strike. The leader tumbled and fell to the ground. This enraged all the Yin Bats, who swarmed over Liu Jinmo, tearing at him before taking flight again to continue attacking the others.

Amidst the chaos, Benben slipped to Liu Jinmo's side and viciously bit his thigh, tearing off a chunk of flesh. The pain brought tears to Liu Jinmo's eyes.

Han Sheng rushed forward and carried the Yin Bat leader back… He was badly wounded, his right wing broken, his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes listlessly staring at Han Sheng, half his body covered in blood.

The attack gradually ceased, and everything returned to calm.

In the moonlight, Liu Jinmo's hair, beard, and even eyebrows had been plucked out, his bald head covered in bloodstains, and at his feet lay the corpses of more than ten Yin Bats.

Except for Han Sheng, everyone else had perished: Wu Chushan, Wu Daoming, Jiang Lao Er, the six strong men, and even the old man huddled in the sedan chair—all had their hair plucked from their heads and faces.

The cawing of the crow that had brought the message had gone unnoticed by the others, except for Wu Chushan and Wu Daoming.

Wu Chushan knew that outsiders had entered the valley, but who else would enter the valley at night? It might be someone who was there to meet Liu Jinmo; it seemed today was likely to be a dangerous day.

Wu Daoming heard the cawing of crows and his heart skipped a beat.

The red-eyed shadow bats weren't as bloodthirsty as vampire bats; they only cared about plucking people's hair. Once there was no more hair to pluck, they lost their will to attack. Now they were all lying motionless on the camphor tree.

"Commander, we've finished digging." The two strong men, despite being bald, were well-trained and dug a pit without being disturbed.

Liu Jinmo rubbed his bald head, his palms stained with blood in the desolate moonlight. He cursed through gritted teeth, wondering why so many strange things happened in these mountains.

He glanced at his watch; the hour hand pointed to 10:50 PM.

"The time for the transition between Hai and Zi hours is approaching. Come, please place the old man in the grave," he commanded, glancing at the mountain man and Wu Daoming below, and adding menacingly, "I'll deal with you later."

Two men beside the sedan chair lifted their grass-green military overcoats, grabbed the frail old man, and carried him straight up the hill.

Moonlight, like water, softly spilled onto the bottom of the pit. The pit wasn't large; although the coffin couldn't fit, the old man was being buried alive, so the size was sufficient.

"Old man, death can be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. Today, your death is far heavier than Mount Tai; your descendants will remember you for generations," Liu Jinmo solemnly said to the old man, then waved his hand, signaling to place him in the pit.

Despair filled the old man's eyes; he struggled and twisted desperately, but to no avail, and was carried to the bottom of the pit.

People never want to die, even those suffering from terminal illnesses, Wu Chushanren thought.

"Hey, Liu Jinmo, you're being too cruel! Burying an old man alive like this will cause him a lot of pain," Wu Daoming couldn't bear to watch and shouted.

Liu Jinmo coldly replied, "As the top feng shui master in Lingnan, don't you know that burying someone alive can bring rapid wealth? The more they struggle in the tomb, the more their energy merges with the dragon's lair, and the faster they'll prosper. Let me tell you, within ten years, the Central Plains will surely change hands."

"You're killing people!" Han Sheng was furious.

Liu Jinmo snorted, ignoring him, and ordered, "The time has come, bury them immediately."

Two burly men in tight-fitting clothes shoveled soil and threw it down... "Don't move!" A loud shout came from afar.

Under the moonlight, a group of militiamen armed with semi-automatic rifles surrounded the area. The leader, with a grim face, stepped forward. This man was Huang Qianhui, the director of the Wuyuan County Revolutionary Committee, followed by Meng Zhuqi and Zhu Biao from Nanshan Town.

"You've finally arrived," Wu Daoming breathed a long sigh of relief.

It turned out that early in the morning, he instructed Zhu Biao to stay at home, then returned directly to the county town to discuss the plan of splitting up and heading to Wolong Valley with Huang Qiansui. He would first sneak into Wolong Valley to observe

the situation, while Huang Qiansui would go to find Meng Zhuqi and Zhu Biao, with Zhu Biao leading a militia squad to Wolong Valley to provide support. "I want to see what this '600-year agreement in Qingtian' is all about!" Huang Qiansui thought about this all day.

"Well, you actually dare to bury people alive in broad daylight! Come on, tie them all up!" Huang Qiansui ordered.

In those days, stainless steel handcuffs were extremely rare; ropes were the usual method. Hemp rope was an essential item for every militia operation, and the more the better.

"Wait, who are you?" Liu Jinmo stepped forward and said coldly.

"Bah! You bunch of counter-revolutionaries! Caught red-handed, you dare question me? Let me tell you, I am Huang Qianhui, the director of the Wuyuan County Revolutionary Committee." Huang Qianhui always spoke bluntly.

"Oh, so you're just the director of a small Wuyuan County? But do you know who I am?" Liu Jinmo said with a gloomy face.

"I don't care who you are, tie them all up!" Huang Qianhui shouted, never showing any mercy to class enemies.

Under the threat of more than twenty semi-automatic rifles, the militiamen tied up a total of six burly men in tight-fitting clothes: Wu Chushanren, Jiang Lao Er, and finally Liu Jinmo.

"Reporting to Director Huang, these men are all armed!" The militiamen discovered and confiscated the pistols from the men in tight-fitting clothes.

"Good, maybe they're an armed counter-revolutionary group." Meng Zhuqi said excitedly.

Huang Qianhui was also in a good mood. He walked to the edge of the pit, lowered his head, and said softly, "Old man, you've suffered. You've been rescued by the revolutionary masses of the old revolutionary base area." Although the old man didn't answer, his eyes revealed immense gratitude.

The militiamen lifted the old man out of the pit and put him back into the sedan chair. Over there, Zhu Biao had already helped Wu Daoming up immediately.

Wu Daoming staggered to Huang Qianhui's side and whispered in his ear, "Director Huang, I suspect that old man might be the old revolutionary you mentioned suffering from ice man syndrome."

"Ah!" Huang Qianhui was startled, but then his surprise turned to joy as he glanced at the old man.

"Let us go, or you'll regret it!" Liu Jinmo said angrily.

Heaven's will! If what Wu Daoming said is true, and the old man is indeed that proletarian revolutionary in Beijing, then haven't I saved him...? Huang Qianhui thought, his heart filled with joy.

"Hey, did you hear me!" Liu Jinmo shouted angrily.

"Take them all away," Huang Qianhui ordered.

At this moment, he was all smiles, respectfully tucking the old man's military coat in, having no time to pay attention to Liu Jinmo… "Isn't this our little miracle doctor from Wuyuan? What are you doing here? Come back to the county town with us," Huang Qianhui asked Han Sheng with great confidence and affability.

Han Sheng, holding the injured Yin Fu leader in his arms, ignored him.

"Han Sheng can cure that old man," Wu Daoming whispered to Huang Qianhui.

Huang Qiansui was overjoyed. If he had not only saved the old man's life but also cured his terminal illness, his contribution to the revolution would be immense, and he might even receive a transfer order from Beijing next month.

"Xiao Hansheng, let's go together. You and your father can work at the county hospital from now on, with government-issued certificates and government-subsidized food rations, okay?" Huang Qiansui's tone became even more amiable.

"No, I want to stay here and heal the bat's wound," Hansheng replied.

"Hansheng is such a kind-hearted doctor. Wouldn't it be better to take the bat back to the county hospital for treatment? There's no medicine here," Huang Qiansui coaxed.

"I won't go," Hansheng's attitude was firm.

Huang Qiansui had witnessed the boy's stubbornness before and knew that forcing him would backfire. So he instructed Meng Zhuqi, "Find someone to accompany Hansheng. After healing the bat, take him back to the city immediately. Also, ask his father to prepare to start working at the county hospital tomorrow."

"Yes, brother-in-law," Meng Zhuqi replied.

Meng Zhuqi assigned Zhu Biao to stay in Wolong Valley to accompany Han Sheng, instructing him to take good care of Han Sheng and hold Zhu Biao accountable if anything went wrong.

Huang Qiansui waved his hand, and the militiamen, armed, escorted the prisoners down the mountain. Han Sheng suddenly remembered something, ran forward two steps, and shouted, "Uncle Shanren, I found He Xiang and your daughter..."

A wind rose, rustling the fallen leaves. In this chilly autumn wind, the sound of Uncle Shanren reciting poetry could be heard intermittently: "...In the cold, twilight valley, I have no letter from the Central Plains and cannot return. Alas, a song is already mournful, a sorrowful wind comes from the heavens for me..." Han Sheng held the weak leader of the Yin Bats, gazing at the desolate night sky, cold tears streaming down his face.

He silently walked through the camphor forest, crossed the vegetable garden, and arrived at the thatched hut. He lit the oil lamp, gently placed the leader on the bed, and outside the door, the Yin Bats quietly waited. Red eyes were everywhere—on the trees, on the thatched hut, on the walls, and in the vegetable garden.

"Hansheng, are you hungry? I'll go cook," Zhu Biao said ingratiatingly, then went to the kitchen to start a fire.

Under the lamplight, Hansheng carefully examined the wounds of the Yin Bat leader... Its right wing had been severed by Liu Jinmo's heavy blow. The leader endured the pain, beads of sweat forming on its white-haired forehead, its blood-red eyes bravely staring at Hansheng.

Hansheng found a broom and began sweeping soil from the eaves and thatched roof, gathering up the dust. He figured it was enough; next was the medicinal ingredient, the boy's urine.

Hansheng found the glass bottle he used before under the bed, shook it in the lamplight, and saw a little white powder left over from treating his leg last time, but it wasn't enough.

Looking at the silent, strong-willed Yin Bat leader, Hansheng couldn't bear to wait until tomorrow to treat it. He silently urinated into the bottle, mixed it with the little white powder, and added it to the soil from the beams, stirring it. Then, he gently repositioned the leader's right wing, applied a thin, mixed medicine, and left it like this since a splint couldn't be used.

The leader seemed to feel the coolness; the cold sweat on its forehead stopped, and it gave Han Sheng a grateful look.

Han Sheng let it lie quietly on the bed, pulled the blanket over it gently, and said, "Sleep well, you'll be fine by tomorrow morning."

Zhu Biao's voice came from the kitchen: "Han Sheng, come eat!"

Only then did Han Sheng realize he hadn't eaten all day.

In the kitchen, Benben glanced at Han Sheng shyly, then lowered its head again to concentrate on gnawing on the dried rat.

Zhu Biao handed him a large, rough porcelain bowl filled with rice, on which lay a red-hot dried rat, smelling delicious.

"Shall we go to the county town tomorrow? Dr. Zhu is going too," Zhu Biao asked while eating.

Han Sheng remained silent, eating his meal in quiet contemplation. Today's events had indeed been extremely dangerous. That Liu Jinmo was truly wicked; in his haste to expedite things, he had buried people alive, only to find it was a false acupoint. It seemed Uncle Shanren had tricked them. His father and he both knew where the Taiji Yin Yun was located; could it really be that effective?

He wondered who the old man with the "Ice Man Syndrome" was; his symptoms resembled Lan'er's mother's. Should he treat him?

His grandfather had told him that Hua Tuo had treated Cao Cao's headaches, but Cao Cao was a bad man and had Hua Tuo killed.

Was this old man a bad person?

Chapter Thirty-Four:

Huang Qiansui and Meng Zhuqi led the militia, escorting Liu Jinmo and the others down the mountain from the valley, heading towards Nanshan Town. As dawn broke, they finally arrived at the courtyard of the Nanshan Town Revolutionary Committee.

Meng Zhuqi ordered the militia to stuff the eight burly men, along with Liu Jinmo, Wu Chushan, and Jiang Lao'er, into a large, iron-barred solitary confinement cell. He also sent someone to notify the canteen to immediately start a fire and cook. After a whole

night of commotion, everyone was exhausted and hungry. Huang Qianhui invited the old man and Wu Daoming to sit on the sofa in the reception room to rest.

"Commander, this is this year's finest autumn tea from Hanyang Peak in Lushan. Please try some." Huang Qianhui personally brewed a pot of tea and placed it before the old man.

The old man looked on with gratitude

. "May I ask your surname, sir?" Huang Qianhui asked respectfully.

The old man's gaze remained full of gratitude.

"Where are you from, sir?" Huang Qianhui asked even more respectfully.

The old man did not answer, and a tear rolled down his cheek. Huang Qianhui quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped it away for the old man.

“Director Huang, the old man is suffering from ‘ice man syndrome.’ His body is as stiff as an ice cave, and his oral organs have basically lost their function, so he can’t speak,” Wu Daoming said from the side.

Huang Qianhui stood up, frowning, and said, “What should we do?”

Wu Daoming’s five acupoints on his chest, which had been attacked, had been cleared, so he figured he was fine. He moved closer and said, “Director Huang, may I ask the old man a question?”

Huang Qianhui nodded, sat down, and picked up his teacup.

Facing the old man, Wu Daoming cleared his throat and asked first, “Old man, you’ve been frightened.”

The old man still looked grateful.

Could this old fellow be demented? Wu Daoming thought dejectedly.

“Old man, if I ask you a question, please nod if I’m right,” Wu Daoming asked, changing his approach.

Huang Qianhui glanced over, watching closely.

“Old man, are you a leader?” Wu Daoming asked.

The old man nodded.

Wu Daoming and Huang Qiansui felt a surge of excitement simultaneously.

"Commander, you've come from Beijing?" Wu Daoming asked again.

The old man nodded again.

Huang Qiansui's heart pounded, and he looked at Wu Daoming, urging him to continue.

"Commander, do you suffer from 'human motor neuron atrophy'?" Wu Daoming pressed on.

The old man nodded again.

Wu Daoming glanced at Huang Qiansui with a smug look.

Huang Qiansui rushed forward and said, "Commander, were you kidnapped here by your son and a small group of counter-revolutionaries with ulterior motives? They want to assassinate you, a veteran proletarian revolutionary? Is this the latest development in class struggle? At the most critical moment, I arrived in time with the revolutionary masses of Wuyuan County..."

The old man rolled his eyes and fainted.

Wu Daoming stood up helplessly.

Huang Qiansui said dejectedly, "Let's go interrogate Liu Jinmo." With that, he left the reception room.

Wu Daoming followed Huang Qiansui to an office.

The gray-robed old man, Liu Jinmo, was brought in by Meng Zhuqi. He was still bound hand and foot; this man's skill was too strong, and they had to be wary.

The interrogation began, and Liu Jinmo was forced to sit on a wooden chair.

"Liu Jinmo, who exactly are you?" Huang Qiansui glanced at him and asked.

Liu Jinmo snorted dismissively and said coldly, "My letter of introduction is in my inner shirt pocket."

Huang Qiansui waved his hand, and Meng Zhuqi stepped forward, took an envelope from Liu Jinmo's inner pocket, glanced at it, and his hands trembled as he handed it over.

Huang Qiansui looked at his brother-in-law with some curiosity, then looked down at the envelope. The envelope was printed with large, vermilion characters: XXXX General Office. Huang Qiansui was somewhat nervous. He pulled out a letter of introduction, which read: "Comrade Liu Jinmo from our office is going on official business. We hereby instruct all local Party, government, and military organs to provide full assistance and to follow Comrade Liu Jinmo's instructions. "

The letter was stamped with the bright red seal of the [redacted] General Office.

Huang Qiansui felt a chill run down his spine, cold sweat dripping onto the letter. Liu Jinmo stood to the side, a gloating expression on his face.

"Did you see that clearly? Hurry up and untie me!" Liu Jinmo said coldly.

Huang Qiansui quickly ordered the ropes to be loosened, and Meng Zhuqi untied them.

Liu Jinmo stepped forward, grabbed Huang Qiansui by the collar, and gritted his teeth, saying, "You bastard, you ruined a top-secret mission by the Central Committee! I'm going to dismiss you and punish you severely!"

Huang Qiansui's face flushed red, and he finally managed to stammer, "I'm sorry, we'll cooperate with you to get it done."

"Too late, the opportunity is lost, irreversible. You must pay the price for this," Liu Jinmo said angrily, pointing his finger at Huang Qiansui's nose. Wu Daoming

glanced at the letter of introduction. Quite a powerful figure, but unfortunately, not from the legitimate world, so he couldn't be openly acknowledged. The hour of Hai-Zi transition had long passed, and it was already dawn. Liu Jinmo had missed the auspicious time for the burial; it seemed the Central Plains wouldn't change hands.

He smiled and said, "Mr. Liu Jinmo, please let go. Things have come to this point; we should sit down and discuss remedial measures. I think even the authorities in Beijing wouldn't want this matter to become a public scandal, would they?"

Liu Jinmo slowly released his grip and coldly asked, "How can we remedy this?"

Wu Daoming chuckled and said, "Cure the leader's illness, make amends, and you can report back. That way, no one can say anything."

Liu Jinmo pondered. The leader must already hate him to death. If he really cured the illness, the first person he'd deal with would be him. Even his son wouldn't be able to save his life then. If he didn't do this, firstly, the auspicious time had passed, and secondly, the matter had already leaked. It was hard to guarantee it wouldn't reach Beijing, which would be even more troublesome. It seemed he needed to appease these Jiangxi folks first, and then act according to circumstances.

"Can this incurable disease really be cured?" Liu Jinmo asked sincerely, his expression changing.

Wu Daoming nodded and said, "It will definitely be cured, please rest assured."

Liu Jinmo paused, then solemnly said, "This matter ends here. No one is allowed to leak this information, otherwise they will be punished according to the law. Remember, we have never been here, and you have never seen us, understand?"

Huang Qiansui quickly echoed, "Of course, as the director of the Wuyuan County Revolutionary Committee, I guarantee with my Party spirit that we have never seen you." He looked at Liu Jinmo and Wu Daoming's bald heads and chuckled inwardly. He knew that a person without eyebrows was extremely ugly.

"Alright, do as I say. First, immediately release those two forest rangers without saying a word; they will return to Wolong Valley on their own. Second, secretly arrange for the people I brought to stay in the guesthouse. They are very disciplined and will not talk or act recklessly. Do not let anyone approach them. Third, immediately begin treatment for the leader. Approximately how many courses of treatment will be needed?" Liu Jinmo, as expected of a big shot from the capital, was quick and decisive in assigning tasks.

Huang Qianhui and Wu Daoming laughed at each other. Liu Jinmo angrily said, "What are you laughing at?"

Wu Daoming said, "Why would you need several courses of treatment? One day is enough."

"Are you joking?" Liu Jinmo said irritably, it was simply a fantasy.

Huang Qianhui solemnly said, "It's absolutely true. The little miracle doctor from northern Jiangxi treated an old woman with ALS in less than an hour last time."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's start right away." Liu Jinmo still didn't believe it and said doubtfully.

"Zhuqi, you personally go to Wolong Valley and quickly invite Hansheng back to treat the leader. Remember, Hansheng is a very stubborn boy. You have to do ideological work from the perspective of saving lives and treating the sick. You can't be forceful, otherwise it will only backfire and delay Comrade Liu Jinmo's important matter. I won't be polite to you then." Huang Qianhui instructed.

"Yes, brother-in-law, I will definitely invite Hansheng." Meng Zhuqi promised confidently.

Wu Daoming said, "Hansheng said last night that as long as Wu Chushanren and Jiang Lao Er are released, he will treat the old man. You will return to Wolong Valley with them later. Hansheng will keep his promise."

"I know." Meng Zhuqi went out.

"Now you go and arrange other things. I'm going to talk to the leader about the treatment arrangements." Liu Jinmo walked towards the conference room alone.

He entered the conference room and saw the leader who had just woken up. He gathered his strength in his arms and pondered whether he should kill him now... Chapter Thirty-Five "Green mountains, clear waters, and clear springs, a rare pure land indeed. The most unforgettable place in my life, I never dream of Huizhou." On the mountain path leading to Wolong Valley in Dazhang Mountain, Wu Chushanren stood with his hands behind his back, sighing.

Jiang Lao Er stood silently behind him. In the distance, Meng Zhuqi's panting, short, fat figure was still trying to catch up.

"Master, should we continue to guard Wolong Valley?" Jiang Lao Er asked timidly.

Wu Chushan pondered, "The world is vast, filled with petty squabbles and mundane affairs. People are busy and materialistic, which has long been tiresome. Here we are, under the moonlit night, with a gentle breeze, reciting poetry and sipping wine—isn't that delightful?"

"You're right," Jiang Lao Er replied.

"I never imagined that the Liu family of Qingtian would produce such a scoundrel after 600 years, selling this secret to high-ranking officials in the capital. Alas, I fear that from now on, every September 18th, Wolong Valley will never have a peaceful day again," Wu Chushan sighed.

"Then what should we do?" Jiang Lao Er asked.

“I believe Liu Bowen’s original intention wasn’t merely to avenge Zhu Yuanzhang for personal gain, but rather to use the Taiji Yin Aura to save the people from suffering should a tyrannical ruler like Jie or Zhou appear in the Central Plains. Unfortunately, the secret has been leaked, and unscrupulous people covet it, which might turn it into a scourge. Therefore, I no longer need to abide by the Qingtian Pact. For the sake of the people, I have decided to destroy the Taiji Yin Aura.” Wu Chushanren’s face showed pain.

“Destroy the Taiji Yin Aura!” Jiang Lao Er exclaimed in shock.

“It can’t be destroyed! The Taiji Yin Aura can’t be destroyed…” Meng Zhuqi behind him gasped, having overheard Jiang Lao Er’s exclamation.

Wu Chushanren turned around, his gaze stern.

“It can’t be destroyed! My brother-in-law and I have been searching for the Taiji Aura for a very long time. We even invited Master Wu Daoming from Hong Kong specifically to find it,” Meng Zhuqi said urgently.

"What are you looking for the Taiji Yin Aura for?" Wu Chushan asked coldly.

"This..." Meng Zhuqi stammered and stopped talking.

"You won't tell me, huh? I'll destroy the Taiji Aura immediately." Wu Chushan sneered.

“I… I mean, my son is childless, he’s lost his fertility, but my brother-in-law’s son is a real talent, a pillar of the nation. He’s only in his twenties, but he’s already a worker-peasant-soldier student in the Political Science Department at Peking University, and he’s been a Party member for two years. We’re thinking that once we find the Taiji Halo, we’ll move my brother-in-law’s father’s remains here for burial,” Meng Zhuqi stammered.

Wu Chushan sneered, “Oh, so your family wants to be emperors.”

Meng Zhuqi said somewhat shyly, “Tell me the location of the Taiji Halo, and after it’s done, you two can move directly to the county town. We’ll give you a large mansion, a marriage certificate, and a government-subsidized food ration. The organization will find you two beautiful middle-aged women to marry. You can even join the Party if you want; I’ll be your introducer.”

“Haha, truly ‘life is short, yet worries are long,’ how laughable, how laughable!” Wu Chushan laughed loudly.

Before his laughter had even subsided, Wu Chushan turned and headed straight for Wolong Valley.

Meng Zhuqi turned and looked at Jiang Lao Er with a puzzled expression, gave a dry laugh, and hurriedly followed.

At the entrance of Wolong Valley, the crows on the old camphor tree saw their master return and perched on the treetop, cawing loudly.

The valley was shrouded in mist and quiet. After turning past the camphor grove, the thatched hut was already ahead.

Wu Chushan stepped into the thatched hut. A sentence from Han Sheng last night stirred up his heart, which had been as still as water for many years: "Found He Xiang, and a daughter." What exactly did that mean? He and He Xiang, who was about to be married, had been separated for decades. He had searched all over the Central Plains, but still had no news. He had long since believed that the poor He Xiang must be dead. The great flood, the three years of famine, and the ten years of chaos of the Cultural Revolution—it was difficult for a weak and naive girl to survive.

But now, Han Sheng, who had never left his home, was saying... A snoring sound came from the woodpile in the kitchen. Upon closer inspection, it was Zhu Biao, reeking of alcohol. Stepping into the room, they found the bed empty; Han Sheng was nowhere to be seen.

Enraged, Meng Zhuqi kicked Zhu Biao awake.

Zhu Biao, still half-asleep, stared blankly at Meng Zhuqi, utterly bewildered.

"Where's Han Sheng?" Meng Zhuqi roared.

Zhu Biao paused, finally regaining his composure, and stammered, "The wine from Wolong Valley is really potent! Han Sheng... Han Sheng is sleeping in the room."

"Nonsense! There's no sign of him!" Meng Zhuqi snapped, his anger blazing.

Wu Chushan, a man of few grayish-brown hairs, picked up a few strands of downy feathers from the bed and stood there, deep in thought.

Meng Zhuqi leaned over and said, "This doesn't look like Han Sheng's fur."

Wu Chushan ignored him, pondering to himself, "This is the old bat's fur. It was struck by Liu Jinmo's palm and must be badly injured; it definitely won't heal overnight. Where did they go? Did they go down into the cave? It's a maze of interconnected passages, easy to get lost in, that would be dangerous.

" "Everyone, split up and search the valley, see if there are any clues," Wu Chushan ordered.

"Was the place where we buried that old man last night a fake dragon's lair?" Meng Zhuqi whispered in Wu Chushan's ear.

"Why do you say that?" Wu Chushan became alert.

Meng Zhuqi chuckled and said, "I checked, there are no Taiji Earth Eggs in that pit."

Wu Chushan was startled again. It seemed the secret of Wolong Valley would be exposed sooner or later. "Hmph," Wu Chushan thought, his resolve to destroy the Taiji Yin Aura strengthened.

The group searched the entire valley but found no trace of Han Sheng.

Meng Zhuqi bid farewell to Wu Chushanren and returned to Nanshan Village with Zhu Biao to see if Hansheng had returned home. Before leaving, Meng Zhuqi advised the man to consider his proposal.

Watching them depart, the man pondered whether he should also go down the mountain. Smoke rose from the thatched hut as Jiang Lao Er started a fire to cook.

"Man, we're running low on rats. Should we catch more this winter?" Jiang Lao Er asked.

"No need. After we finish eating, you and I should hurry down the mountain to Linggu Cave. We'll destroy the Taiji Yin Aura at midnight tonight," Wu Chushanren instructed, already noticeably out of breath.

"Man, how do we do it? Is there anything else we need to prepare?" Jiang Lao Er asked.

"Go to a villager's house and buy an old sow, and bring a hoe," the man instructed.

"Man, I don't understand. What do we need an old sow for?" Jiang Lao Er asked, puzzled.

"Destroying the Tai Chi halo and replacing the soil won't help. It's the nature of the dragon vein's energy. Burying an old sow there is the same as burying a person. The dragon's lair is used up, and even if someone else buries another person there, it won't have any effect. It's like a useless lair," Wu Chushanren explained.

"Oh, I understand. But wouldn't the sow's offspring be rich?" Jiang Lao Er speculated.

Wu Chushanren nodded with a pained expression and said, "Sows are also viviparous mammals, and their body structure is very similar to humans, so they can merge with the dragon's lair's energy. Of course, her offspring can't rise to the top like us humans, but they will mutate to be very large, fat and strong, and their meat will be of very good quality."

"Chushanren, I've made up my mind. I'll just raise pigs from now on and take the offspring of this old sow," Jiang Lao Er planned his life after leaving the valley.

"Alas... If Liu Bo of Qingtian knew what was happening beneath the hot springs, how would he feel if the feng shui maze he

painstakingly laid out over half his life was replaced by an old sow by us 600 years later?" Wu Chushan felt a pang of sorrow. With a "pfft," he coughed up a mouthful of hot blood... "Master, what's wrong!" Jiang Lao Er rushed forward and supported him.

Wu Chushan coughed up more black blood and slowly said, "Liu Jinmo's skill is truly unfathomable, unlike anything I've ever seen. His fingernails severely injured five vital acupoints on my chest's Stomach Meridian of Foot Yangming. This internal injury is quite serious. I tried to unblock the meridians by sealing the acupoints with my true qi, but it was useless. It seems bad."

"Master, is there any way to cure him?" Jiang Lao Er asked, his voice trembling with tears.

The master shook his head.

"Han Sheng, I'll go find Han Sheng! He can definitely cure him!" Jiang Lao Er shouted.

Chapter Thirty-Five:

"Green hills, clear waters, and clear springs—a rare and pure land indeed. My life's greatest obsession is to reach Huizhou, a place I never dreamed of." On the mountain path leading to Wolong Valley in Dazhang Mountain, Wu Chushanren stood with his hands

behind his back, sighing deeply. Jiang Lao Er stood silently behind him, watching Meng Zhuqi's panting, stout figure struggling to catch up.

"Master, should we continue guarding Wolong Valley?" Jiang Lao Er asked timidly. Wu Chushanren

pondered, "The world is vast, filled with petty squabbles, busy people, and rampant materialism—it's all become tiresome. Here, under the moonlit breeze, we can compose poetry and sip wine; wouldn't that be delightful?"

"Master is right," Jiang Lao Er replied.

"I never imagined that the Liu family of Qingtian would produce such a scoundrel after 600 years, selling this secret to high-ranking officials in the capital. Alas, I fear that from now on, every September 18th, Wolong Valley will never have a peaceful day again," Wu Chushanren lamented.

"Then what do we do?" Jiang Lao Er asked.

"I think Liu Bowen's original intention wasn't just to avenge Zhu Yuanzhang for personal gain, but rather to use the Taiji Yin Aura to save the people from suffering should a tyrannical ruler like Jie or Zhou appear in the Central Plains. Unfortunately, the secret has been leaked, and villains covet it, which might turn it into a disaster. In that case, I no longer need to abide by the Qingtian Pact. For the sake of the people, I've decided to destroy the Taiji Yin Aura." Wu Chu Shanren's face showed pain.

"Destroy the Taiji Yin Aura!" Jiang Lao Er was shocked.

"It can't be destroyed! The Tai Chi Yin Aura can't be destroyed..." Meng Zhuqi gasped from behind, having overheard Jiang Lao Er's exclamation.

Wu Chushan turned around, his gaze stern.

"It can't be destroyed! My brother-in-law and I have been searching for the Tai Chi Aura for a very, very long time. We even hired Master Wu Daoming from Hong Kong specifically to find it," Meng Zhuqi said urgently.

"What are you looking for the Tai Chi Yin Aura for?" Wu Chushan asked coldly.

"This..." Meng Zhuqi stammered, unable to continue.

"You won't tell me, huh? I'll destroy the Tai Chi Aura immediately," Wu Chushan sneered.

"I... I'll tell you, my son is childless, he's lost his testicles, but my brother-in-law's son is a talented man, a pillar of the nation. He's only in his twenties, but he's already a worker-peasant-soldier student in the Political Science Department of Peking University, and has been a Party member for two years. We thought that once we find the Tai Chi Aura, we'd move my brother-in-law's father's remains here for burial," Meng Zhuqi stammered.

Wu Chushan sneered, "Oh, so your family wants to be emperors, huh?"

Meng Zhuqi said somewhat shyly, "Tell me the location of the Taiji Dizziness, and after it's done, you two can move directly to the county town. We'll approve a large mansion for you, issue you a marriage certificate, provide you with government-subsidized food rations, and the organization will find you two beautiful middle-aged women to marry. You can even join the Party if you want; I'll be your introducer."

"Haha, truly 'life is short, yet worries are endless,' how laughable, how laughable!" Wu Chushan laughed loudly.

Before his laughter subsided, Wu Chushan turned and headed straight for Wolong Valley.

Meng Zhuqi turned and looked at Jiang Lao Er in confusion, gave a dry laugh, and hurriedly followed.

At the entrance of Wolong Valley, the crows on the old camphor tree saw their master return and perched on the treetop, cawing loudly.

The valley was shrouded in mist, utterly tranquil. After turning past the camphor grove, the thatched huts were already ahead.

Wu Chushan stepped into the thatched hut. A single sentence from Hansheng the previous night stirred ripples in his heart, which had remained calm for years: "He Xiang has been found, and she has a daughter." What did this mean? He and He Xiang, who was about to be married, had been separated for decades. He had searched throughout the Central Plains, but to no avail. Years ago, he had assumed that the poor He Xiang was dead. The great flood, the three years of famine, and the ten years of the Cultural Revolution—it was impossible for a frail, naive girl to survive.

But now, Hansheng, who had never left his home, was saying… A snoring sound came from the woodpile in the kitchen. Approaching, he saw Zhu Biao, reeking of alcohol. Entering the room, he found the bed empty; Hansheng was gone.

Meng Zhuqi, enraged, kicked Zhu Biao awake.

Zhu Biao, drowsy, stared blankly at Meng Zhuqi, bewildered.

"Where is Hansheng?" Meng Zhuqi roared.

Zhu Biao was stunned for a moment, finally recovering his senses, and stammered, "The wine in Wolong Valley is really strong. Han Sheng, Han Sheng is sleeping in the room."

"Nonsense! Where is he?" Meng Zhuqi said angrily.

Wu Chushanren picked up a few grayish-brown downy hairs from the bed and stood there deep in thought.

Meng Zhuqi leaned over and said, "These don't look like Han Sheng's hair."

Wu Chushanren ignored him, pondering in his mind, these are the old bat's hairs. It was hit hard by Liu Jinmo's palm, so it must be badly injured and definitely wouldn't recover overnight. Where did they go? Did they go down into the cave? It's a maze, full of crisscrossing passages, and it's easy to get lost in there, which would be dangerous.

"Everyone, split up and search the valley, see if there are any clues," Wu Chushanren ordered.

"The place where that old man was buried last night was a fake dragon's lair, wasn't it?" Meng Zhuqi whispered in the mountain man's ear.

"Why do you say that?" The mountain man became alert.

Meng Zhuqi chuckled and said, "I checked, there are no Taiji earth eggs in that pit."

Wu Chushan was startled again upon hearing this. It seemed the secret of Wolong Valley would be exposed sooner or later. "Hmph," Wu Chushan thought, his resolve to destroy the Taiji Yin Aura strengthened.

The group searched the valley thoroughly but found no trace of Hansheng.

Meng Zhuqi bid farewell to Wu Chushan and took Zhu Biao back to Nanshan Village to see if Hansheng had returned home. Before leaving, Meng Zhuqi advised Wu Chushan to consider his suggestion.

Wu Chushan watched them leave, secretly pondering whether he should also go down the mountain. Smoke rose from the thatched hut as Jiang Lao Er started a fire to cook.

"Wu Chushan, we don't have many rats left. Do you think we should catch more this winter?" Jiang Lao Er said.

"No need. After dinner, you and I will hurry down the mountain to Linggu Cave. We'll destroy the Taiji Yin Aura at midnight tonight," Wu Chushanren instructed, already visibly out of breath.

"Master, how do we do it? Is there anything else we need to prepare?" Jiang Lao Er asked.

"Go to a local villager and buy an old sow, and bring a hoe," the master instructed.

"Master, I don't understand, what's the use of an old sow?" Jiang Lao Er asked, puzzled.

"Destroying the Taiji Aura, digging and replacing the soil won't help. It's the nature of the dragon vein's energy. Burying an old sow is like burying a person; the dragon's lair is used up. Even if someone reburies someone later, it won't have any effect, making it a useless lair," Wu Chushanren explained.

"Oh, I understand, but won't the sow's offspring prosper?" Jiang Lao Er speculated.

Wu Chushan nodded with a pained expression and said, "The sow is also a viviparous mammal, and her body structure is very similar to that of humans, so she can merge with the earth's energy in the dragon's lair. Of course, her offspring cannot ascend to kingship like us humans, but they will mutate to be very large, fat and strong, and their meat is also quite good."

"Chushan, I've made up my mind. I'll simply raise pigs from now on, and I'll take the offspring of this old sow." Jiang Lao Er arranged his life plan after leaving the valley.

"Alas... if Uncle Liu of Qingtian knew that the feng shui puzzle he spent half his life setting up was replaced by an old sow 600 years later, I wonder what he would think?" Wu Chushan felt a pang of sadness.

With a "pfft," a mouthful of hot blood spurted from his mouth... "Chushan, what's wrong with you!" Jiang Lao Er quickly rushed forward and helped Wu Chushan up.

Wu Chushan coughed up some more black blood and slowly said, "Liu Jinmo's skill is truly unfathomable, unlike anything I've ever seen. His fingernails severely injured five vital acupoints on my chest along the Stomach Meridian of Foot Yangming. This internal injury is quite serious. I tried to unblock the meridians by sealing the acupoints with my true qi, but it was useless. It seems bad."

"Master, is there any way to cure him?" Jiang Lao Er asked, his voice trembling with tears.

The master shook his head.

"Han Sheng, I'll go find Han Sheng! He can definitely cure him," Jiang Lao Er shouted.

Chapter Thirty-Six:

Han Sheng took care of the Yin Bat leader until he fell asleep. Looking at the riding cloth hanging around the leader's neck, he smiled bitterly. The world is truly full of wonders. Exorcising objects are incredibly diverse. Who would have thought that a menstrual belt used by an ordinary rural woman would be stolen by bats to ward off lightning? All things have a spirit.

Zhu Biao was snoring loudly in the kitchen. He had drunk too much of the wine the master had brewed himself.

Han Sheng lit the oil lamp, took out the "Corpse Clothes Sutra" from his robes, and began to read it under the light.

It was a handwritten book, the characters slender and elegant, with no signature. Han Sheng guessed it was Liu Bowen's handwriting.

Turning to the first page, a line of tiny characters caught Han Sheng's eye: "Tai Chi covers Tai Chi, Qing Tian has no end in sight. When the Heavenly Silkworm reappears, the Corpse Clothes Sutra will accompany you."

I am Liu Ji, courtesy name Bowen, from Qingtian. In the first year of the Hongwu reign (1378), when Emperor Taizu ascended the throne, I served as Imperial Censor and Grand Astrologer. In the third year of Hongwu (1378), I was bestowed the title of "Founding Minister of State, Assistant to the Throne, Upright Official, Senior General of the Army" and granted the title of Earl of Chengyi. In the fourth year of Hongwu (1378), I retired to my hometown. In the eighth year of Hongwu (1379), I foresaw that Emperor Taizu would soon send an imperial envoy to Qingtian to order

my execution, so I faked my death three days earlier and was posthumously honored with the title "Wencheng". I hid in this Wolong Valley, where I used all the extraordinary arts I had learned in my life to compile the world's most miraculous book of exorcism, the *Corpse Clothes Scripture*, which I buried with me within a silkworm cocoon. As time passes and the world changes, if one day a destined person emerges from the silkworm cocoon, this book will be presented to them for the benefit of all living beings.

This verse and the subsequent self-narration appear to have been added later. The main text follows, and Han Sheng continues reading with great interest. The book states: "All evil arts in the world are nothing more than natural phenomena and man-made techniques, nothing more than the predominance of Yin and the decline of Yang. Yin energy invades the body, becoming evil when it enters the exterior, and demonic when it enters the interior. People in the world mostly use yang techniques to exorcise evil spirits, such as Zen scriptures, Taoist talismans, and secret incantations to invoke the Great Luo.

I am different." "The evil in this world, I will subdue with filth. Humans and women are born the most intelligent of all beings; hair, essence, blood, urine, excrement, saliva, eye boogers, earwax—all are weapons, invincible against evil, unstoppable by ten thousand men..." Upon reading this, Han Sheng couldn't contain his joy, scratching his head and cheeks. He realized that humans possessed so many treasures! No wonder that extremely filthy riding cloth could be used to withstand lightning strikes—truly unbelievable... The book then divided into two parts, one for men and one for women, describing the collection and uses of filth from their bodies for warding off evil. Especially when discussing women's secret filth, Han Sheng felt a surge of heat and a dry mouth.

He abruptly closed the book, the heat slowly subsiding, his mind gradually calming down.

The oil lamp wick flickered, and Han Sheng lit it again, about to open the book to continue reading, when he heard a "squeak." Turning around, he saw the leader of the Yin Bats had awakened, staring at him with two large red eyes.

Han Sheng approached and carefully examined its injuries, finding them much better; the inflammation had subsided. He stroked its forehead, which was covered in scattered white hair, and the fever had subsided.

"Squeak," the leader struggled to sit up, blinking its eyes as if trying to get down.

"Do you want to go back to the cave?" Han Sheng guessed its meaning.

Alright, Han Sheng carefully put away the *Corpse Clothes Sutra*, took the flashlight hanging from the mountain man behind the door, gently picked up the leader, blew out the light with a "poof," and stepped out of the room.

The moon was crescent-shaped, a gentle breeze blew, and a cool sensation permeated the air. Han Sheng walked towards the cave entrance at the foot of the cliff, switched on the flashlight, and entered the cavern.

When he carried the leader back to the bat cave, countless shadow bats squeaked in unison, and the mother shadow bat rose from the stone platform to greet him.

Han Sheng put the leader down, gazing at the chubby, pink shadow bats less than a day old, his heart filled with sweetness; after all, this was the first time in his life he had delivered babies.

"I'm leaving now, I'll come back to see you again later," Han Sheng said to the leader and his wife of the Shadow Bats, gesturing with his hands.

"Squeak," the leader summoned a middle-aged Shadow Bat with red feathers and gestured for it to lead the way for Han Sheng.

The red-feathered Shadow Bat blinked and leaped towards a side entrance.

Han Sheng took a few steps and looked back; in the darkness, the leader's large red eyes seemed to glisten with tears.

This wasn't the way he came. Han Sheng shone his flashlight on the cave wall and found it completely unfamiliar.

Anyway, the Shadow Bats wouldn't harm him, so he'd just follow.

The cave was sometimes wide, sometimes narrow. After traveling for over an hour, a faint light finally appeared ahead—the entrance to the cave had arrived.

Han Sheng stepped out and was delighted; so this was the entrance to Linggu Cave.

"Squeak," the red-feathered Shadow Bat greeted them, then spread its wings and flew into the cave.

The east was already showing the first light of dawn; daylight was approaching.

"We're home, Benben," Han Sheng called back.

Benben whined excitedly and dashed into the bamboo grove, running without looking back. It hadn't been back to its doghouse for days. Hansheng didn't call it back; it was better to go home and let his father know first, lest his father worry. Lan'er was probably already up and cooking.

The crows in the bamboo grove were probably awake; Hansheng heard a few cawing cries. Hidden in the continuous thicket to his left was the Tai Chi Yin Aura that Liu Jinmo and Wu Daoming, these outsiders, had been dreaming of.

A strong desire surged within him. Looking around to make sure no one was there, he measured his steps, walked three zhang from the entrance, then fifteen steps to the left, and plunged into the thicket.

Dawn was just breaking, the light still dim. Hansheng found the Tai Chi Aura with its five-colored circular earthen rings, surrounded by lush green grass.

"Huh, what's that?"

Han Sheng noticed something strange: a mound about the size of a pot lid rose from the center of the Tai Chi symbol, surrounded by smaller, slightly raised mounds. He tiptoed over and squatted down beside one of the mounds.

After a while, seeing no movement, Han Sheng reached out and gently scraped the soil off the large mound, revealing a hard, dark brown object with yellow patches. He

hesitated, then saw the object begin to wriggle.

Han Sheng was startled, his eyes wide as he stared at it… The loose soil slowly rose and slid down, revealing a huge, tortoise-like creature that slowly rolled over and emerged from the ground. Its carapace was dark brown with pale yellow patches, its plastron was yellow, and its scutes had symmetrically arranged red markings. Its head was golden yellow, its neck was covered in golden warts, and its limbs had webbed toes.

The creature stared at Han Sheng with two round, dark eyes, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"It might be a grass turtle from the mountain," Han Sheng thought, but the more he looked, the less it resembled it. He didn't know that this was the female golden-headed softshell turtle that Wu Daoming had chased away from the old locust tree by the pond in front of Zhu Biao's house.

Just then, small heads popped out of the mounds in the soil, looking around curiously. They were baby softshell turtles.

Han Sheng remembered that he hadn't seen these turtles when he came here with his father last time. Could they have hatched from Taiji eggs? Otherwise, how could so many things appear out of thin air?

Han Sheng was puzzled.

Then, he suddenly noticed that the turtles' behavior seemed a little strange.

Han Sheng noticed that the necks of these grass turtles seemed very stiff, and they were very inflexible when turning, unlike the turtles he had seen before. Out of a doctor's instinct, Han Sheng carefully observed their necks.

Soon, he made a discovery: on the wart-like protrusions on the necks of those grass turtles, there was a strange hair—actually two hairs, one white and one black, twisted together, with curled ends.

How strange! He pondered this as he flicked the strange hair with his fingertip. The large grass turtle seemed terrified, its neck trembling. Han Sheng pulled hard and actually yanked the hair off.

The grass turtle's neck immediately moved freely, and Han Sheng saw the large turtle actually spinning 360 degrees. Han Sheng was overjoyed and reached out to pull all the strange hair off the necks of all the smaller turtles. The smaller turtles happily moved their necks and spun around too.

Holding the black and white hair in his palm, Han Sheng felt a sense of déjà vu. Little did he know, these were Wu Daoming's Yin-Yang Cones, extremely powerful feng shui hidden weapons.

What the hell was this hair? It even smelled slightly foul. Han Sheng casually tossed it on the ground.

The female grass turtle seemed very grateful to Han Sheng. She stretched out her strong claws and dug into the soil, soon unearthing five earthen eggs—one white, one blue, one black, one red, and one yellow. She then pushed them towards Han Sheng with her front paws, nodding to indicate that he should keep them.

Han Sheng smiled, accepted the earthen eggs, tucked them into his robes, and stood up.

The Golden-Headed Turtle had been freed from its restraints and restored its thousand-year-old Yin energy—something Wu Daoming had never expected.

Daylight had broken. Hansheng glanced at the tortoises, then turned and emerged from the bushes, passing through the bamboo grove, heading towards Nanshan Village.

In the distance, Hansheng saw a wisp of smoke rising from his thatched cottage at the east end of the village; it must be Lan'er starting a fire to cook.

A warm, sweet feeling welled up inside him, a feeling he had never experienced before.

Standing on the hillside, silently gazing at the thatched cottage where he had lived for twenty years, he couldn't help but feel tears welling up in his eyes.

Just then, he saw a jeep approaching in the distance, kicking up a cloud of dust. The jeep stopped in front of the cottage, and several people jumped out and went into the yard.

A moment later, he saw his father being pushed into the jeep, which then drove away, leaving a trail of dust.

Hansheng was terrified and rushed down the hillside, running towards home.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

As soon as Hansheng entered the courtyard, Benben spotted him and whimpered. Lan'er appeared at the door, wearing an old blue printed cotton jacket, her face full of surprise, tears welling in her eyes.

"Hansheng!" she exclaimed softly.

Lan'er's mother also appeared, anxiously saying, "Eh, Hansheng, weren't you at the county hospital? How come..."

Hansheng asked, puzzled, "County hospital?"

"They said you'd gone to work at the county hospital, and people from the county just took Dr. Zhu away," Lan'er's mother said.

"So many things have happened these past few days. I haven't been to the county at all. They're lying." Hansheng remembered the last time his father was detained in the county, also deceived and held hostage.

"They're bad people!" Lan'er's mother said, her eyes wide with fear.

"It's alright, they won't dare do anything to Dad," Hansheng comforted her. He knew that those people were only trying to force him to go and treat the old man.

"Auntie, your old name was Hexiang, wasn't it?" Hansheng suddenly asked.

Lan'er's mother was taken aback, then nodded, puzzled. "Hansheng, why are you asking this? Did Lan'er tell you?"

Lan'er also looked at Hansheng in surprise.

"Lan'er's father is from the capital, his surname is Wei..." Hansheng continued.

"Yes, child, what are you trying to say?" Lan'er's mother looked at Hansheng with a puzzled expression.

"Lan'er, I've found your father." Hansheng said, his nose tingling, tears almost falling.

Silence fell. For a moment, the air seemed to freeze, and they could hear each other's heartbeats... Lan'er and her mother stared blankly at Hansheng, as if he were a complete stranger.

"He lives not far from here. I even met him yesterday," Hansheng said quietly, his head bowed.

Lan'er and her mother remained silent, as if they hadn't yet grasped the meaning behind Hansheng's words.

He was a Manchu, an orphan, and a teacher at Peking University. In 1957, he was labeled a rightist and sent to the Wei River area in Guanzhong, Shaanxi. His landlord had an only daughter named He Xiang, who wore two long braids. She was hardworking and dignified, and suitors came to her door every day, but He Xiang rejected them all. He Xiang loved him, but he felt that as a rightist, he was afraid of implicating her. In the end, he and He Xiang secretly pledged their lives to each other, deciding to farm for the rest of his life and never be separated from He Xiang. He left the Wei River area to go to Beijing to handle his property and related procedures, planning to marry her upon his return. Before parting, He Xiang gave him a purse containing a lock of her hair.

When he returned, a great flood struck Weinan, inundating Tongguan. The village and He Xiang's family were all gone. He searched frantically along the way, scouring Guanzhong, until he finally fell ill and never recovered. More than a year later, just as he was recovering from his illness, he was exiled by the government to his ancestral home in Heilongjiang. Later, he returned to Guanzhong many times, but the village no longer existed, and he could no longer find out He Xiang's whereabouts. He simply believed that He Xiang had suffered a tragic fate and was no longer alive. From then on, he vowed never to marry. Every full moon night, he would take out his purse, thinking of He Xiang, gazing at her flowing black hair and weeping bitterly..." Han Sheng said, his face already streaked with tears. With

a thud, Lan'er's mother collapsed.

Han Sheng helped her up, carried her back to the house, and placed her on the bed in the west room.

"What's wrong with my mother?" Lan'er sobbed. She understood perfectly well that her mother had endured decades of hardship, and was now utterly exhausted, unable to withstand such a dramatic shift in emotions.

Han Sheng extended three fingers and gently pressed them against the cun-kou point on Lan'er's mother's left wrist.

He had initially only assisted his father in preparing medicine and hadn't systematically studied pulse diagnosis. Fortunately, he had followed his father around since childhood, learning through observation and experience, and thus had a general understanding.

His father had once said that the pulse about an inch above the wrist crease was divided into three sections: cun, guan, and chi. These sections corresponded to different organs on the left and right hands. The right cun reflected the condition of the lungs, the right guan the spleen and stomach, and the right chi the kidneys (mingmen); the left cun reflected the heart, the left guan the liver, and the left chi the kidneys and bladder.

At this moment, Han Sheng gently pressed his fingers on the skin of Lan'er's mother's left wrist, trying to feel her pulse, but he couldn't feel anything. He then increased the pressure slightly, pressing down to the muscle, but still couldn't feel anything. He pressed down hard on the tendons and bones, trying to feel her pulse deeply,

and he knew something was wrong. With Han Sheng's current skill in pulse diagnosis, he couldn't distinguish between the different types of pulses like surging, wiry, slippery, and hesitant. He only felt that her pulse was extremely weak, almost wriggling, indicating a deficiency of both qi and blood. He knew that Lan'er's mother had collapsed because she couldn't bear the shock of hearing the news that her husband was still alive. The seven emotions—joy, anger, worry, thought, grief, fear, and shock—are most likely to cause internal injuries. She had been grieving for years, and then suddenly experienced extreme joy. The extreme fluctuations in her emotions overwhelmed her heart and liver, causing severe internal damage.

Han Sheng pressed his thumb into Lan'er's mother's philtrum.

A moment later, Lan'er's mother slowly awoke, tears streaming down her face as she murmured, "Where is he now?"

"You lie down and rest well. I'll go find him for you," Han Sheng said.

Han Sheng pulled Lan'er to the gate.

"Han Sheng, is my mother alright?" Lan'er, still tear-streaked, looked pitiful.

Han Sheng comforted her, "Your mother's heart ailment is the result of years of unresolved emotions. A heart ailment needs a heart remedy. I'll go and bring Shanren here."

"Is he really my father?" Lan'er still couldn't believe it.

"Yes, Wu Chu Shanren is your father," Han Sheng said.

A commotion came from inside, and Han Sheng and Lan'er quickly ran back inside.

The scene before him filled Han Sheng with a pang of sorrow.

In the west room, Lan'er's mother sat in a chair, smiling as she combed her hair in front of the mirror, braiding her already sparse, graying, and messy hair into two small braids… Han Sheng silently withdrew, his heart filled with only one wish: to find Shanren immediately.

In the east room, Hansheng took out five different colored earthen eggs from his pocket, keeping only one blue wooden egg in his pocket and giving the rest to Lan'er. Lan'er knew these things were very precious, so she carefully wrapped them in a cloth and took them back to the west room. "

Where did the silkworm coat go?" Hansheng wondered to himself.

"I'm leaving now. Take good care of your mother." Hansheng grabbed two sweet potato buns from the kitchen, said goodbye to Lan'er, and headed towards the county town.

Benben, naked, hid in its doghouse, refusing to come out, watching Hansheng's departing figure from afar, whimpering softly.

The sky was overcast, as if it were about to rain, and a faint fishy smell wafted in the air.

"Is Dr. Zhu home?" a man's voice called from the courtyard gate.

Lan'er went out to greet him. A middle-aged couple stood in the courtyard, holding a baby in their arms and carrying a piece of pork and two chickens.

"Who are you?" Lan'er asked.

The middle-aged man spoke first, "We've come to thank Dr. Zhu. He saved my wife and child. My name is Shen Tianhu."

"Woof woof!" Benben rushed out of its kennel and barked wildly at them.

The baby in the woman's arms turned its head and grinned eerily at Benben... Benben tucked its tail between its legs and scurried back into its kennel, whimpering softly twice before shrinking back into its shell, too afraid to make a sound.

"Please come in quickly," Lan'er said, ushering them in.

The middle-aged couple and the baby entered the house and sat at the table in the east room. Lan'er served them tea.

"Uncle Zhu went to the county town, and Hansheng just left too," Lan'er said.

"Oh, when will they be back?" Shen Tianhu asked.

"I don't know yet, probably not very soon," Lan'er replied.

"And you are?" Shen Tianhu asked.

"I..." Lan'er blushed, unsure how to answer.

"This little girl is so beautiful, is she Han Sheng's wife?" The woman, seeing Lan'er's shy demeanor, guessed pretty much the answer.

Lan'er saw the baby was chubby and fair-skinned, with exceptionally large, dark eyes; she was truly adorable and couldn't resist wanting to hold her.

"What's his name?" Lan'er asked, holding the baby and playing with him.

"Shen Caihua," the woman said with a smile.

"What a resounding name! He'll definitely be very talented in the future. Look how strong he is!" Lan'er praised.

The Shen Tianhu couple, however, weren't happy to hear the praise; their faces showed a helpless expression.

Lan'er looked at them in surprise.

"We'll wait here until Dr. Zhu returns," Shen Tianhu said, frowning.

"Is there something wrong with the child?" Lan'er wondered.

“Alas, it’s strange, but since you’re not an outsider, young lady, it’s alright to speak. This child was born with two rows of tiny teeth, and every time he’s breastfed, he bites his mother’s nipple, sucking blood as he nurses. His mouth and teeth are stained red, so we need to have Dr. Zhu take a good look at him.” Shen Tianhu said, shivering.

Lan’er wondered how such a strange thing could happen. Looking at the baby, she saw that the child was smiling at her with wide eyes, and two rows of tiny, white teeth were visible between his lips.

Just then, footsteps came from outside the courtyard, and someone came straight to the door.

Lan’er, holding the baby, went to greet them.

The two people who entered the house were Zhu Biao, the team leader of Nanshan Village, and Meng Zhuqi, the director of the Revolutionary Committee of Nanshan Town.

“Is the little miracle doctor Hansheng home?” Meng Zhuqi asked respectfully.

“May I ask who you are?” Lan’er asked.

Meng Zhuqi paused, waiting for Zhu Biao to introduce him, but Zhu Biao did not reply for a long time.

At this moment, Zhu Biao stared wide-eyed at the baby in Lan'er's arms.

The baby, upon seeing Zhu Biao, also opened its eyes wide, its dark pupils dilating, pushing the whites of its eyes to the corners. A small grin revealed two rows of sharp, fine teeth—a strange smile…how familiar it was.

The child recognized Zhu Biao.

"Caihua…" Zhu Biao's heart warmed, tears welling in his eyes.

"Hansheng went to the county town this morning," Lan'er told them.

"Then, did Dr. Zhu go to the county town too?" Meng Zhuqi asked.

"Yes, he went too," Lan'er replied.

"Does anyone know Caihua's name?" Shen Tianhu and his wife came out of the east room, surprised to see Zhu Biao, and said, "Oh, it's you, the team leader of Nanshan Village."

Zhu Biao regained his composure and quickly said, "You've come! Did you see Dr. Zhu?"

"No, we're waiting for him to come back," Shen Tianhu said.

Hearing that Han Sheng and his son had gone to the county town, Meng Zhuqi felt relieved. Looking at Shen Tianhu, he asked Zhu Biao, "Who are they?"

Zhu Biao was heartbroken, cursing inwardly, "If you and your son hadn't killed Caihua, I would already have descendants! I will definitely avenge this!

" "They are Dr. Zhu's patients, from another village. This chubby boy is their son," Zhu Biao introduced casually.

"Young lady, are you also Dr. Zhu's patient?" Meng Zhuqi thought to himself, "This girl is so pretty. She would be a good daughter-in-law. Ever since Shen Caihua died, the girls in town have avoided my son like the plague."

Lan'er blushed and lowered her head, remaining silent.

Zhu Biao, eager to spend more time with his son, interjected, "Brother Tianhu, Dr. Zhu will probably be back a little late. Why don't you and your husband come to my house for a while? It's all the same where you're waiting anyway, and you can also get acquainted with my family's home."

Shen Tianhu and his wife exchanged a glance and nodded, then said to Lan'er, "Alright, please let us know when Dr. Zhu returns."

Meng Zhuqi waved his hand; as long as Hansheng was in the county town, he had his brother-in-law's account settled. He pulled Zhu Biao aside and said, "Zhu Biao, go take care of your own business. Remember the Party's confidentiality rules; don't tell anyone about yesterday's events."

Zhu Biao nodded in agreement and led Shen Tianhu, his wife, and their child out of the Zhu family home.

Meng Zhuqi, thinking he had to hurry back—after all, it was a serious matter—gave Lan'er a reluctant look before also leaving hastily.

Chapter Thirty-Eight:

The old man, now awake, leaned weakly against the sofa. Footsteps sounded at the door, followed by Liu Jinmo entering the conference room. An invisible killing intent swept over him; he knew Liu Jinmo was about to strike.

The old man sighed, lamenting his life of military service, now afflicted with this strange illness in his old age, and his unfilial son who had believed the sweet talk of this charlatan Liu Jinmo, even attempting to bury his own father alive in pursuit of his supposed quick fortune. He thought, "If such an unfilial son were to rule the country, wouldn't the land won by countless revolutionary martyrs who shed their blood and sacrificed their lives be changed? Wouldn't the working people suffer a second round of hardship?"

Unfortunately, he was terminally ill, unable to move or speak, forced to let his unfilial son run rampant. Alas, this calamity was inescapable.

Liu Jinmo, a sinister smile on his face, walked in step by step, slowly raising his palm… The old man closed his eyes.

"The divine doctor Han Sheng has arrived!" Wu Daoming suddenly appeared at the conference room door and announced.

Wu Daoming had long seen through Liu Jinmo's treacherous and ruthless nature, as well as his extraordinary martial arts skills. If Han Sheng hadn't opened his Ren and Du meridians, he would likely have suffered severe injuries to his internal organs. Fortunately, after several hours of secretly circulating his qi to heal, he was no longer in serious danger. He estimated that Wu Chushan was badly injured, his Stomach Meridian of Foot Yangming severely damaged; even if he didn't die, he would be crippled.

Liu Jinmo was someone to be avoided at all costs. Anyone with eyes could see that he had no intention of treating the leader's illness. Even so, "a wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall," so what did this have to do with him? Why should a feng shui master from Hong Kong wade into troubled waters?

However, Liu Jinmo was truly despicable, his attack so ruthless that he almost killed him. For that alone, he couldn't be allowed to be so arrogant.

Coincidentally, Huang Qiansui's two former subordinates, who knew Han Sheng, encountered Han Sheng hitchhiking at the bus station and brought him back to the town's Revolutionary Committee.

Liu Jinmo was taken aback upon hearing this, slowly lowering his raised hand and turning around, a hint of resentment flashing deep in his eyes.

This did not escape Wu Daoming's notice, and he chuckled inwardly, thinking, "I'm going to make you uncomfortable."

In the office, Liu Jinmo stared at Han Sheng and coldly asked, "Are you really confident you can cure the leader's 'human motor neuron atrophy'? You should know this is one of the world's five most incurable diseases. If you make a mistake, you will bear serious consequences."

Han Sheng calmly replied, "I can cure him, but you must release my father and Wu Chushan."

Huang Qianhui leaned closer and said kindly, "Young Han Sheng, your father was taken to work at the county hospital. If you're worried, I'll send someone to bring him back immediately. Also, Wu Chushan, whom you mentioned, was released early this morning and is resting in Wolong Valley now."

Han Sheng looked at Huang Qianhui with suspicion.

"Han Sheng, what Director Huang said is absolutely true. Wu Chushan returned to Wolong Valley this morning. I can vouch for it," Wu Daoming said sincerely.

Han Sheng thought for a moment. He needed to cure the old man quickly and then hurry to Wolong Valley to reunite the family. That was the most important thing.

"Alright, let's begin," Han Sheng said.

Han Sheng was ushered into the conference room.

He saw the dying old man, his eyes filled with a desperate longing—the will to live of an ordinary person, a pitiful and wretched sight.

"Bring me a pair of scissors and a clean bowl," Han Sheng commanded.

Huang Qiansui waved his hand, and immediately someone brought over a new pair of scissors and a porcelain bowl. Wu Daoming

stood behind Liu Jinmo, watching intently. He worried that Liu Jinmo might sabotage him; killing the old man was one thing, but if it harmed Han Sheng, he would have to intervene. If something happened to Han Sheng, who would the Taiji Yin Yun go to? Especially when he saw Han Sheng pull a Taiji wooden egg from his pocket, exuding the fresh scent of earth, his resolve strengthened.

Han Sheng picked up the scissors and said to the old man, "Old man, I need some of your hair."

The old man's gaze was firm and approving, but his hair, beard, and even eyebrows had been plucked clean by the Yin Bats. Where could he find hair?

The old man lowered his eyes with a righteous air, staring at his crotch… Han Sheng understood; he wanted him to cut his pubic hair.

The *Qing Nang Jing* (a classic Chinese medical text) specifies that the medicinal guide must be the patient's hair, and now the old man had nothing left to cut except his pubic hair.

How could a doctor dedicated to healing the sick and saving lives be concerned about privacy? Without a word, Han Sheng reached out and unbuckled the old man's belt, pulled down his trousers and underwear, revealing his withered penis. Only a few dozen gray pubic hairs remained, of varying heights and unevenness.

Han Sheng, holding scissors, snipped away all the old man's pubic hair with a series of sharp snips, then placed it in a bowl and lit it, filling the room with a foul odor.

In a short while, the pubic hair burned to ash.

Han Sheng then threw the Tai Chi wooden egg he was holding onto the ground. With a "crack," the wooden egg shattered, revealing a green silkworm inside.

Upon contact with air, the green silkworm slowly wriggled, poking its little head out and looking around.

Han Sheng picked up a silkworm and placed it in a porcelain bowl. Smelling the ash from the pubic hair, the silkworm immediately crawled over and began to devour it greedily. Soon, the silkworm had finished the ash, but it still seemed unsatisfied, circling the bottom of the bowl.

Having no other choice, Han Sheng grabbed a green silkworm and stuffed it into the old man's mouth… The old man swallowed the silkworm with difficulty. Everyone present was stunned. This was all so bizarre, completely beyond their imagination, utterly inconceivable.

Liu Jinmo's cold face remained expressionless as he silently waited for the situation to unfold. He knew that traditional Chinese medicine remedies were strange and unusual, but what he had witnessed today was simply absurd. These Jiangxi folks were either involved in a cult or had something wrong with their heads.

"Look!" someone exclaimed, pointing at the old man. Everyone stared in alarm. The old man, who had been shriveled up, suddenly spread his limbs, foamed at the mouth, and his facial muscles contorted violently. Several loud "plop" sounds followed as he lost control of his sphincter, defecating and urinating, filling the conference room with a putrid stench.

"What happened?" Liu Jinmo shouted, a sense of relief washing over him. Good lad, killing the old man was the best outcome; it eliminated future threats and provided a scapegoat—something everyone had witnessed.

Han Sheng was also a little nervous. Why was the old man's condition different from Lan'er's mother's? It seemed there wasn't enough medicinal ingredients to fully utilize the effects of the silkworm worm.

"It's a pity there aren't enough medicinal ingredients," Han Sheng said.

"Is there any other way to remedy this?" Huang Qiansui asked urgently.

Han Sheng lowered his head, silently racking his brains.

Wu Daoming stepped forward and said, "Hansheng, the recovery of motor neurons is similar to unblocking meridians. From my observation, this silkworm hasn't consumed enough of the medicinal catalyst. This will likely lead to failure. The method you used to stimulate my meridians last time, I think we can try on the old man. The medicinal power combined with his body's survival instinct might compensate for the lack of the catalyst."

Hansheng quickly considered the situation. Wu Daoming's suggestion of forcibly unblocking the meridians wasn't unreasonable, but the *Qingnang Jing* states that this method shouldn't be used on the elderly, children, or those with weak constitutions. Looking at this frail old man, he feared he couldn't withstand it.

A gurgling sound rang out as the old man's vital energy began to churn in his throat, his eyes fixed anxiously on Hansheng… Seeing the old man's pained expression, Hansheng finally made up his mind. He lunged forward, forcefully pressing down on the old man's mouth and nose. The old man's face was almost devoid of warmth, as cold as ice.

Everyone was shocked, wondering what Hansheng was doing. Wouldn't suffocating the old man by not letting him breathe?

"Don't panic, everyone. This is just a supplementary therapy," Wu Daoming quickly explained.

The old man under his palm turned bright red, his head seemed to swell, and his originally weak vital energy was accumulating. The medicinal properties of the wooden silkworm were also stimulated to the extreme. Han Sheng observed him closely, ready to let go if necessary.

Liu Jinmo, a martial arts prodigy, couldn't help but admire Han Sheng. He was indeed a medical genius. This risky move subtly followed the principles of profound martial arts, forcing out the body's own energy, which was the ultimate pursuit of martial arts. He didn't know the pharmacology of the Tai Chi silkworm, but he felt that Han Sheng was extraordinary. At such a young age, he had already used medicine to its fullest extent, and his methods were extremely strange. His family background must be quite impressive.

Just then, the old man let out a crisp, loud fart. Wu Daoming knew that the mission was accomplished.

Han Sheng slowly released his grip… At this moment, the old man calmed down, a cloud of white mist rising from his body, his face and clothes covered in a layer of frost, just like when he treated Lan'er's mother last time. Han Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Daoming stepped forward and gently patted Han Sheng's shoulder, smiling approvingly.

The chill emanating from the old man slowly dissipated, and the temperature in the conference room seemed to drop several degrees, as if winter had arrived. Huang Qiansui couldn't help but shiver.

Liu Jinmo understood that the "Ice Man Syndrome," one of the five most incurable diseases in the world, had finally been cured by Han Sheng. He couldn't help but sigh, "This is fate."

He turned and walked out of the conference room. Looking at the green waters, farmland, and mountains in his field of vision, a sense of melancholy welled up within him. Wuyuan is not only the most beautiful countryside in China, but also home to the most miraculous medical skills. I, Liu Jinmo, have witnessed it today. Therefore, I must leave.

He walked away silently.

"Han Sheng, we will meet again," he thought to himself.

Inside the meeting room, the old man stretched his limbs, slowly sat up, and then stood up again. As he pulled up his trousers, he scanned the crowd with sharp eyes, exuding an imposing aura.

"Commander, I am Huang Qiansui, Director of the Revolutionary Committee of Wuyuan County. Your illness is completely cured! This is truly a blessing for our country. I sincerely welcome you to Wuyuan to guide our work," Huang Qiansui quickly said, stepping forward.

The commander's gaze fell on Han Sheng, and his expression immediately softened. He smiled and said, "Comrade Han Sheng, your medical skills are truly remarkable. You have conquered a globally intractable disease. Please come back to the capital with me; there is a great opportunity to use your skills there."

Han Sheng thought of the story of Hua Tuo and Cao Cao, shook his head, and said, "You are fine now, and I should go home."

The commander persuaded again, "Do you have any family members who can come to the capital with you?"

Han Sheng smiled, and surprisingly turned and walked out of the conference room, leaving everyone astonished.

"Good. He's not corrupted by wealth, nor intimidated by power, and he retires gracefully after achieving his goals. He's quite remarkable for his young age. Director Huang, you need to work on his mindset. The conditions in Beijing are better, the pay is higher, and besides, the older generation of revolutionaries are all getting old, and their health is inevitably compromised. I think Comrade Hansheng is perfectly capable of handling this special and glorious task," the leader instructed Huang Qiansui.

"Please rest assured, leader, Huang Qiansui guarantees to complete the mission," Huang Qiansui said, patting his chest.

"Men, arrest Liu Jinmo!" the leader ordered, his expression changing.

Chapter Thirty-Nine:

Hansheng headed straight for Wolong Valley in Dazhang Mountain.

In the late autumn of the Ganbei mountainous region, the forests were ablaze with color, yellow leaves carpeting the ground. Occasionally, squirrels could be seen carrying pine cones through forest clearings, preparing food for winter.

Hansheng hurried along, completely unaware that someone was following him from afar. The pursuer was agile, moving silently, like a ghost.

As he gazed at the distant Dazhang Mountain, raindrops began to fall. Han Sheng casually plucked some wild grass from the roadside and wove it into a straw headband to shelter from the rain. He walked until dusk, finally arriving at the entrance of Wolong Valley.

"Caw, caw!" A crow atop an old camphor tree cawed upon seeing Han Sheng. With a soft "whoosh," two crows plummeted to their deaths, landing at Han Sheng's feet. Han Sheng was quite puzzled. He picked up the crows' carcasses and found that their heads had been smashed by something, and they were covered in blood.

Strangely, Han Sheng looked up at the treetops but saw nothing unusual.

The follower, not far away, smiled coldly; it was Liu Jinmo.

By the time Han Sheng reached the thatched hut, it was completely dark.

Inside, an oil lamp flickered. Wu Chushan, his face ashen, lay quietly on the bed, while Jiang Lao Er lay with his back turned, wiping away tears.

Han Sheng was shocked by the sight and rushed forward.

"Hansheng!" Jiang Lao Er turned around and saw Hansheng, overjoyed.

"Uncle Shanren, what's wrong?" Hansheng called out, looking at Shanren's haggard face. In just one night, Shanren seemed like a completely different person, almost unrecognizable.

Hansheng had no idea that Shanren's five vital points on his chest had been struck by Liu Jinmo's unique hidden weapon—five fingernails. Now, his Ren meridian was severed, and he was on the verge of death.

This Liu Jinmo was a martial arts prodigy in the world. He had been taught by a wandering bald-headed old monk since childhood. His martial arts were extremely subtle and yin-like. Later, it was learned that the old monk was a kitchen eunuch in the Qing Dynasty palace. In the early winter of 1924, Feng Yuxiang's general Lu Zhonglin surrounded the Forbidden City with guns and drove out the last emperor, Puyi. The kitchen eunuch then went into hiding among the common people. No one knew that this inconspicuous kitchen eunuch was actually the top martial arts master in the palace.

After leaving the palace, this man disguised himself as a woman to conceal his eunuch identity. Although he was already middle-aged, he was still handsome and charming, attracting harassment from wealthy merchants and street ruffians. He had no choice but to secretly eliminate these philanderers. These unsolved cases shocked the Beijing-Tianjin area.

Later, he simply disguised himself as a bald-headed monk and wandered the martial arts world. In his later years, he lived in seclusion in the Yandang Mountains of Zhejiang. One day, he encountered a gifted young man named Liu Jinmo, whom he abducted and took deep into the mountains, imparting all his martial arts knowledge to him.

Liu Jinmo was extremely talented, not only mastering the true teachings but also possessing a ruthless and cunning nature.

This time, he subdued Wu Chushanren and Wu Daoming of Lingnan with a single move, demonstrating the high level of his martial arts and the ruthlessness of his attacks. Han Sheng checked the mountain man's pulse; he couldn't feel it. He checked his breathing; it was extremely weak. What could he do? Han Sheng was so anxious that beads of sweat dripped down his face.

"Who goes there!" Jiang Lao Er shouted, his body darting out like an arrow.

Han Sheng was startled. Just then, a muffled groan came from outside the door, followed by the sound of someone falling to the ground. Han Sheng was quite surprised and was about to get up to check when someone silently walked in.

"Han Sheng, Wu Chushan is definitely going to die tonight, so don't bother trying." The shrill voice was extremely unpleasant to the ears.

Han Sheng saw the person who came in and exclaimed in surprise, "Liu Jinmo!"

Liu Jinmo sneered, "Didn't expect to see you again so soon, did you? Little Divine Doctor, you cured the old man, but you ruined my future."

"What are you doing here? Where's Jiang Lao Er?" Han Sheng asked.

"Look, he's lying outside." Liu Jinmo gestured with his chin.

"You killed him?" Han Sheng asked in confusion.

Liu Jinmo chuckled a few more times and said, "How could I? After all, he's a descendant of the Qingtian people. I just used acupressure on him."

"What exactly is your purpose in coming to the valley?" Han Sheng questioned.

Liu Jinmo nodded, then said seriously, "Hansheng, I heard that your condition for treating the old man is the release of Wu Chushanren. This shows that your relationship with Shanren is extraordinary. Furthermore, where did that fresh Taiji Earth Egg in your hand come from? The moment I saw it today, I knew I had been deceived by Wu Chushanren last night. The Taiji Yin Aura isn't on that broken mound at all, and the claim that the Taiji Earth Egg has already hatched is a complete lie. You must tell me today, and in exchange, I will treat Wu Chushanren for you."

Hansheng said calmly, "I will treat Uncle Shanren's injuries myself."

Liu Jinmo chuckled twice, then said blankly, "What if I add another blow?" He raised his hand, walked to the bedside, and made a gesture as if to strike.

"Shameless!" Hansheng roared, clenching his fist.

Liu Jinmo turned to Hansheng and sneered, saying, "So, is the location of the Taiji Yin Aura more important, or is Wu Chushanren's life more important?"

Hansheng opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Liu Jinmo stared smugly at Han Sheng.

"Alright, I'll tell you the location of the Tai Chi Yin Acupoint, but you have to swear you won't harm Uncle Shanren and Jiang Lao Er." Han Sheng thought to himself, nothing was more important than Uncle Shanren and Lan'er's family being reunited.

"Haha, okay, it's a deal, I, Liu Jinmo, promise you..." Liu Jinmo was overjoyed, and in his elation, he completely relaxed his guard. With his skill, he could have easily avoided this fatal blow... By the time Liu Jinmo realized something was wrong, it was too late. The Zhi Shi acupoints on either side of his second lumbar vertebra were struck hard. With a "thud," Liu Jinmo's body was thrown heavily against the opposite wall, and then fell to the ground along with the painting of Da Chi Shanren's village scene.

He lay half-reclined on the ground, his eyes wide as he looked in the direction the attack had come from. Wu Chushan was sitting on the bed, his face pale, giving him a bitter smile. Then, he opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of blood mist… It turned out that when Han Sheng had just entered the room, the mountain man had already anticipated that a powerful enemy was lurking there. The crows that bring news of an outsider entering the valley would surely report it; therefore, there was only one possibility: the crows had been killed. Han Sheng wouldn't do that, nor did he possess such skill. A powerful figure must have entered the valley before or after Han Sheng's arrival. Since they had killed the crows, they must have ill intentions, likely seeking revenge. However, he was severely injured, and Jiang Lao Er was probably no match for him. Therefore, he could only pretend to be unconscious, secretly gathering all his strength. Han Sheng rushed to the bedside; he couldn't let anything slip, because he knew that the powerful figure was watching from outside.

However, since his Ren Meridian was severed, he could only rely on the remaining true energy in his Du Meridian and the Eight Extraordinary Meridians to gather in his right palm, waiting for the perfect moment to strike effectively. There would be absolutely no second chance.

Liu Jinmo was fooled. He easily knocked down Jiang Lao Er and lowered his guard due to his near-death state. In addition, Han Sheng agreed to the condition of exchanging Tai Chi Yin Yun, so he became complacent and completely exposed his back to Wu Chushanren.

Wu Chushanren recognized the Zhi Shi acupoint on the second vertebra of Liu Jinmo's lower back and then delivered a fatal blow with all his might... Liu Jinmo was indeed a martial arts prodigy in the Jianghu. He had also studied under the top master of the Forbidden City in the late Qing Dynasty for many years in Yandang Mountain. When he suddenly felt a change in the energy field behind his waist, he subconsciously gathered his energy to protect his acupoints. Although he could not protect them all, and his right Zhi Shi acupoint was hit hard, his left Zhi Shi acupoint was basically preserved. Even so, he still could not withstand Wu Chushanren's palm strike that exhausted all his true energy.

His body was sent flying, crashing against the wall. He lost all feeling below his waist, and his arms were temporarily numb. He thought to himself, "I'm done for. I'm doomed. "

Wu Chushan, having exhausted his remaining energy, felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mist of blood. It was clear he was dying.

"You…" Liu Jinmo stared at Wu Chushan in astonishment, speechless.

The man, panting heavily, said with difficulty, "Hansheng, quick, go to the kitchen and get the iron axe. Smash it right on the top of his head, otherwise it'll be troublesome if he recovers."

Hansheng froze.

"Hurry up, or it'll be too late." Large clumps of bright red blood bubbles gushed from the man's nose and mouth.

Hansheng mechanically walked to the kitchen, picked up an iron axe leaning against the hearth, and returned to the house.

Liu Jinmo stared in horror at Hansheng approaching step by step.

Han Sheng slowly raised the iron axe… Wu Chushanren closed his eyes with relief.

“Hurry up and smash it, Han Sheng! He won’t hold back once he recovers.” After a long silence, Wu Chushanren reluctantly opened his eyes and weakly urged.

Han Sheng looked into Liu Jinmo’s eyes, the iron axe in his hand feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds. He had never killed anyone before. From a young age, he had been taught by his father to heal and save lives, and he had never imagined that one day he would have to kill someone with his own hands. No, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Uncle Wu Chushanren, I can’t kill anyone!” Han Sheng pleaded, looking at Wu Chushanren, and slowly lowered the axe.

A hint of joyful expectation appeared in Liu Jinmo’s eyes.

The hermit sighed, "Child, if you don't kill him, he'll kill you."

Han Sheng raised his dark axe again, his voice trembling with sobs, "Is it the middle of the skull?"

Liu Jinmo's newly ignited hope for survival was extinguished once more. He knew it was all over. He had only just broken through half of his cultivation barrier; there was no way he could make it in time. He closed his eyes in despair.

He recalled being only ten years old, playing in the back mountains of his relative's house in Yandang Mountain, when he met the person who would change his life—his master, the bald-headed old monk.

He remembered the bald-headed old monk's eyes lighting up when he first saw him, and he chuckled. The chuckle was eerie and chilling, so frightening that he trembled and couldn't even take a step.

The bald-headed old monk pointed lightly, and his whole body went numb. He was carried over mountains and valleys, the wind rushing past his ears like lightning, finally arriving at a very deep cave. More than ten years had passed in the blink of an eye. Over the years, he had learned all the old monk's martial arts. The two relied on each other like father and son, having forgotten their own biological parents.

Finally, one day, the old monk fell ill. Before his death, he told him that his surname was Mei, his name was Mei Yiying, and he had been a close eunuch to Emperor Guangxu. After the failure of the Hundred Days' Reform, Emperor Guangxu was imprisoned in Yingtai and died in despair. He was then demoted to a kitchen eunuch,

and from then on, he worked silently in the Forbidden City, cooking and tending the fire. No one noticed him, and no one knew that he was actually the top martial arts master in the palace. "You should go home now. You have kept me company in my old age, and now it is time to return you to your birth parents." That night, the old monk died.

Liu Jinmo, guided by his memory, found his home in Qingtian.

Just as he was recalling this, the axe whistled past his ear and fell with a muffled "thud"... Liu Jinmo opened his eyes and saw the axe lying on the ground. Han Sheng silently walked to the bedside, helped Wu Chushan up, turned him over, and carried him on his back. Then he walked out of the room, passing by Liu Jinmo lying on the ground, and tossed out a sentence: "Please don't hurt Jiang Lao Er."

Han Sheng carried the mountain man to the kitchen, picked up Jiang Lao Er's flashlight from the stove, and then left the thatched hut.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Liu Jinmo had just broken out in a cold sweat; he had almost lost his life in Wolong Valley.

He tried to circulate his true energy to break through the barrier again. He felt a heat in his Zhishi acupoint and regained sensation in his second lumbar vertebra. Liu Jinmo was overjoyed and quickly urged his true energy to circulate along the Ren and Du meridians, increasing the force to overcome any blockages. Finally, his true energy completed a full cycle, and he also circulated it through all eight extraordinary meridians.

"Heh heh," Liu Jinmo stood up. "Han Sheng, it's your business whether you kill me or not. Whether I kill you or not depends on whether you reveal the location of the Taiji Yin Aura. Let's see where you can escape to this time!"

With that, he leaped out of the thatched hut.

Outside the hut, Han Sheng was nowhere to be seen.

By this time, the light rain had stopped, the clouds had parted, and the bright moonlight shone down. The Wolong Valley was shrouded in mist, a scene of tranquility.

Liu Jinmo looked down at Jiang Lao Er lying outside the thatched hut and said, "Fellow villager from Qingtian, your acupoints will release themselves in 12 hours." Then, with a few leaps, he headed towards the valley entrance.

Under the moonlight, the mountain path outside the valley entrance was clearly visible, but there was no trace of Han Sheng or Wu Chushanren. "Huh, how could this kid run so fast?" Liu Jinmo chased after them for several miles in one breath, but still could not find any trace of Han Sheng and the others.

Damn it, that kid probably didn't even leave the valley. He must have hidden somewhere. Given Wu Chushan's injuries, he can't hold on for long. If Han Sheng had a way to treat him, he would have done it immediately. He wouldn't have run off like this without Wu Chushan's knowledge. Damn it, we've been tricked. Time to get back to the valley.

Liu Jinmo turned around and headed back to Wolong Valley, running as fast as he could.

URL 1:http://localhost:909/htmlBlog/15060.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=15060&aspx=1

Previous Page : The Corpse Clothes of the Green Bag [Complete] - 1

Next Page : The Corpse Clothes of the Green Bag [Complete] - 2

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

The Corpse Clothes of the Green Bag [Complete] - 3

comment Open a new window to view comments