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Capítulo 74

"Girl, would you like to show me that copper thimble in your hand?" the old man said with piercing eyes.

"Grandpa said that you can't let go of the thimble easily," Nizi said, putting her hands behind her back and shaking her head.

"Alas..." The old man sighed deeply and said softly, "Girl, do you know who I am?"

“You haven’t told me yet,” Nizi said.

"I am Guo Ruchang, an ancestor of both you and Guo Zichang. We are both descendants of Guo Pu, the distant ancestor of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, sixteen hundred years ago," the white-haired old man said solemnly.

Chapter 110

Guo Ruchang opened the "Bluebird Burial Classic" and, by the light of the green glow, began to slowly explain it to Nizi, sentence by sentence: "Humans receive their bodies from their parents. Their original remains receive qi, and their remains receive yin. The bones of parents are the foundation of their descendants, and the forms of their descendants are the branches of their parents. They are mutually nourished by qi, and they are connected from the root to the branches." Though life and death are separate paths, their emotions resonate, naturally communicating with each other. Now, seek out exposed bones; if a living person pricks a bone and drips blood onto it, and the blood seeps in, then it is a sign of blood ties; if it doesn't, then it's not. This mutual resonance of vital energy indicates that even withered bones receive blessings, and the living are blessed. Our ancestors meant that the union of the yin and yang essences of parents gives birth to children, like the roots and branches of a tree—without roots, there are no branches. After parents die, their remains retain their vital energy, resonating with their children. The ancients verified this: find a piece of bone, and if a child's blood drips onto it, and it seeps into the bone, then it is a sign of blood ties; otherwise, it's not. Therefore, the bond between parents and children does not end with death; if buried in an auspicious burial site, the bones will not decay and will surely bless future generations.

Thinking of her own background, Nizi asked softly with trepidation, "So, children who are picked up can't be blessed?"

"Haha, good question. Our ancestor also said, 'Some say that once adopted, the child is not a biological offspring, and the heirs of monks and Taoists are also different from those born to them, so how can they provide protection? But they do not know that the human heart is connected to the qi (vital energy), and the heart is the master of qi. When emotions are connected, qi is also connected; when righteousness is severed, protection is also severed. Therefore, a stepmother can protect the child of the first mother, and a first mother can also provide for the child of the stepmother. This applies to animals like caterpillars and weevils.' Even if a child is found and adopted, or given in marriage, as long as the adoptive parents are connected to the child's heart and qi, and have feelings and righteousness, they can still receive protection," Guo Ruchang explained.

Nizi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Nizi understands. As long as the child is filial, regardless of whether he is biological or not, the parents will bless him in the afterlife. Just like the peach trees in Aoli Village, the grafted branches also blossom and bear fruit, and grow very well."

Guo Ruchang stared blankly at Nizi. My God, this child is incredibly intelligent. He couldn't help but praise her, "Nizi, as expected of Guo Pu's descendant, you understand the principles of feng shui so quickly."

"The essence of the father and the blood of the mother, when these two energies combine, the essence transforms into bone, and the blood into flesh. With the support of the spirit, they are born as humans. Upon death, the spirit dissipates, the flesh decays, and only the bones remain. In an auspicious place, the flesh carries the vital energy, and if the descendants' longing and yearning resonate with this, the spirit can be restored, and the dispersed energy gathered. For when the spirit moves, the energy responds; when the land is spiritual, the people are outstanding. By creating something from nothing, revealing the truth through the false, understanding the principles of Yin and Yang, and achieving results surpassing even creation itself, this is the method of 'returning energy into the bones' to bless future generations." Guo Ruchang continued his lecture. After death, when the flesh rots, generally only the bones remain after three years. Their essence resonates with the longing of the descendants, gathering energy, a process called "returning energy into the bones," protecting future generations.

"So if a person dies and is cremated into ashes, like Master Yidu, with no bones left, can the ashes still protect future generations?" Nizi asked.

“Once the bones turn to ash and the spirit dissipates, they are useless. That’s why, since ancient times, only monks, Taoist priests, and those without heirs have been cremated,” Guo Ruchang explained.

Nizi nodded, listening attentively and asking questions whenever she didn't understand, making sure she remembered everything.

“Nizi, these are just the basic feng shui knowledge from the ‘Bluebird Burial Classic.’ What I will truly impart is what comes next,” Guo Ruchang said solemnly.

"What is it?" Nizi asked.

"The 'Breaking the Mold and Unraveling the Acupoint' technique is specifically designed to break through the mysteries of feng shui and dispel evil spirits in the human world," Guo Ruchang said with a mysterious smile.

"What is 'possessed evil spirit'?" Nizi asked, puzzled.

“It’s those unclean things that attach themselves to human bodies, ancient trees, old houses, and shady places…” Guo Ruchang said with a serious expression.

"Grandpa, tell us quickly!" Nizi urged impatiently, her interest piqued.

"In the ancient primordial chaos, heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the three realms of yin and yang, breaking the deadlock and unraveling the acupoint, the affairs of the world were to be made clear, the Bluebird Burial Scripture..." Guo Ruchang had been trapped in the navel of the earth for two hundred and fifty years, and today he finally met Nizi, a descendant of Guo Pu, and began to teach his ancestor the unparalleled skill of the Bluebird Burial Scripture.

Guo Ruchang rubbed his stomach and asked Nizi, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry." Nizi had just drunk the giant rat's blood, and her body was full of calories.

"I need to eat something," Guo Ruchang said, and then walked around the stalagmite formation to the lakeside.

Nizi followed closely behind, eager to know what the old man had been eating to survive for the past 250 years, while she herself would feel hungry if she didn't eat for a day.

Guo Ruchang stood by the water's edge, wiggled his neck, and with a series of crisp "crackling" sounds, his neck stretched more than two meters long before his head plunged into the lake, causing numerous bubbles and ripples to spread across the surface. After a long while, Guo Ruchang raised his long neck, water droplets dripping from his head, a few glistening fish scales and long shrimp whiskers still clinging to the corners of his mouth…

"Grandpa, you used to eat live fish and shrimp?" Nizi asked in surprise.

Guo Ruchang shook his head, and after a series of "crackling" sounds, he pulled his neck back and returned to normal, smiling as he said, "For two hundred and fifty years, I've survived on these fish and shrimp in the lake. But speaking of which, the delicacies of this world are truly delicious... such as mutton sandwiches, knife-cut noodles, Pingyao beef, Su San fish, and Northwest mutton soup, Hongdong mutton offal soup..." As he spoke, a glistening drool dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"Grandpa, why don't you go back to the surface and buy some to eat?" Nizi asked sympathetically.

“Alas,” Guo Ruchang wiped his mouth and sighed, “The duty of the descendants of the Guo family is to guard this divine artifact, the ‘Ghost Pot.’ How can we abandon our post for the sake of idle chatter?”

"Sigh, it's the 'Ghost Pot' again. What is it that is so important that the Guo family has guarded it for a thousand years?" Nizi really couldn't understand it.

"Girl, if you're hungry, just tell me, and I'll catch some fish and shrimp for you to eat," Guo Ruchang said, changing the subject with great concern.

Nizi shook her head and said nothing more.

Back at the stone platform, Guo Ruchang continued to teach the "Bluebird Burial Scripture".

“Nizi, you must remember that the ‘Bluebird Burial Scripture’ is a ‘dream book’ created by our ancestors, and it is completely different from other books,” Guo Ruchang said, pointing out.

"What is a 'dream book'?" Nizi asked.

"The 'Dream Book' is something that, after I explain it to you, you will recall and dream about the events in the book, as if you were there in person..." Guo Ruchang explained.

Upon hearing this, Nizi yawned, overcome with drowsiness, and leaned against the stalagmite, drifting off to sleep. In her dream, she saw old trees with new branches, lush and verdant, a lonely grave with crows at dusk, dripping blood and chilling to the bone. Finally, she dreamed of her grandfather and Master Yidu, and a young monk walking towards her, looking lost and dejected. She knew that the young monk was Youliang.

Over the next two days, Guo Ruchang taught Nizi the contents of the "Bluebird Burial Scripture" in detail. Whenever the old man finished speaking, Nizi would feel tired and take a nap. In her dreams, the plot of the book would be played out without any omissions, just like an open-air movie in town, and she remembered each scene very clearly.

Inside the navel, Ni Zi finally finished learning the unparalleled feng shui secret manual "Bluebird Burial Scripture" left behind by Guo Pu. Although she doesn't know what use it will be in the future, Guo Ruchang is certain that Ni Zi, the only descendant of the Guo family, will one day shock the martial arts world with this skill.

Chapter 111 of the main text

At Fengling Temple, at exactly 3 PM, the western sun slanted its light onto the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree; it was late afternoon.

"Hahaha..." A chilling laugh suddenly rang out outside the temple, sending shivers down one's spine.

The Hakka old woman stood up and said to Dongfang Hong and Xiong Dahai, "Li Dihuo is here. You two protect the young master in Fengling Temple and don't go anywhere until the old woman returns, understand?"

"I understand, my benefactor. Please rest assured, with me, Dongfang Hong, here, the young master will be safe and sound." Dongfang Hong bowed and said respectfully.

"Dahai understands." Xiong Dahai replied in a muffled voice, while winking at Shen Caihua. He always wanted to teach Caihua Tongbei Quan to repay his life-saving grace.

"Master, I want to go too," Chen Caihua pleaded, tugging at the old woman's clothes.

"Haha, sister-in-law, stop dawdling. Are you too scared to come down to the ground with me?" Li Dihuo's voice was clearly provocative.

“Caihua, the journey to the Navel is fraught with danger. I will not be able to take care of you. You must be obedient…” The Hakka nanny patted Caihua and said, then leaped to the side and floated out of the palace gate.

Shen Caihua stood in the main hall with a pout, looking very unhappy.

“Cai…Hua, your nanny doesn’t want you to go. She must have her reasons.” Dudu said, comforting her as she stood on the prayer mat.

“Yes, Caihua, I’ll teach you Tongbei Quan now,” Xiong Dahai said enthusiastically, regardless of whether Chen Caihua was willing or not. “Tongbei Quan, also known as Tongbei Fist, is a style of boxing that involves many upper limb movements. The arms are like those of a gibbon, swinging and striking in a circular motion, striking directly at the target. Tongbei Quan originated in the Warring States period and was created by the chivalrous Baiyi San. It imitates the arm movements and characteristics of a monkey, combined with martial arts techniques, making it extremely practical in combat. A martial arts rhyme from the Ming Dynasty says, ‘Soft Tai Chi, walking Bagua, striking Tongbei, the highest level, locking the gate of battle, turning heroes into warriors.’ Isn’t that amazing…”

Dongfang Hong snorted and said disdainfully, "What's so good about boxing? Fighting is the work of a brute. As for talent, you'd be better off learning cooking from me. Our Northeastern cuisine is delicious: pork stew with vermicelli, sauerkraut and blood sausage, chicken stew with mushrooms..."

"All you know is eating!" Xiong Dahai glared and slammed him down with a "Big Hand" move, scaring Dongfang Hong into retreating and not daring to utter another word.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the main hall, followed by someone calling out loudly, "Xu Feng, Chairman of Hong Kong Hongyitang Fengshui Affairs Co., Ltd., pays respects to the senior..."

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Hong rushed out of the main hall first, rolled his eyes and looked them up and down. He recognized the old man and the young man standing outside the hall as two of the group that had come to Fengling Temple in the early morning. So he said, "Hmm, what do you want?"

"My name is Xu Feng. I wish to see you, senior, as I have something to say," Master Xu Feng replied humbly.

“She’s not at the temple right now, so just tell me what’s wrong,” Dongfang Hongyang said, craning his neck.

"Ah... It's only just past Shen Shi (3-5 PM), could it be that Senior has already gone to the Earthly Navel?" Master Xu Feng asked in surprise.

“That’s right, she has gone to the underworld.” Dongfang Hong said, looking at the two of them.

"Did Senior go alone?" Master Xufeng asked.

"Of course, with her great abilities, she naturally prefers to work alone," Dongfang Hong said disdainfully, looking at Xu Feng and You Liang.

"Senior is probably in danger..." Master Xufeng shook his head and sighed.

Shen Caihua and Xiong Dahai also walked out of the main hall, with Dudu pacing back and forth behind them.

"Young brother, did your master and that fake monk Li Dihu go to the Earth's navel?" Master Xufeng looked down on Dongfang Hong's arrogant demeanor, so he turned around and asked Shen Caihua.

Shen Caihua nodded and replied, "Master Madam went to the Earthly Navel and just left."

"Do you know where the navel is?" Master Xufeng asked anxiously.

Shen Caihua shook his head and said, "I don't know. I just heard Old Master Li shouting desperately outside the main hall, so my master went out."

"So, how long has it been since you left, senior?" Master Xufeng asked.

"She left and you arrived right after," Xiong Dahai chimed in from the side.

“Oh, I didn’t see anyone leaving the temple when I came from a distance…” Master Xufeng muttered to himself, “The earth day of Shen and You hours is when the earth’s navel opens. Shen hour is also called ‘evening meal’, which is the time when monkeys cry. It is metal, and metal overcomes wood. So that’s how it is…” His gaze fell on the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree.

Ginkgo biloba, also known as the "grandson tree" in folk tradition, has an extremely long lifespan. Xu Feng once visited Dinglin Temple on Fulai Mountain in Rizhao, Shandong Province, where there is an ancient ginkgo tree from the Shang Dynasty that is said to be more than 3,500 years old and still has lush branches and leaves.

Master Xufeng walked to the ginkgo tree in front of the hall and carefully examined it. The ancient tree was about twenty meters tall and more than three meters in diameter, with lush branches and leaves, and was estimated to be nearly two thousand years old. A tender green leaf lay scattered on the ground beneath the trunk. He bent down and picked it up, noticing that the broken stem was fresh, as if it had just been broken off. He then looked up at the sky; the sunlight was warm, and the leaf was perfectly still, indicating that no strong wind had blown.

Master Xufeng then pressed his ear against the tree trunk, tapped his fingers lightly, and used the "Five Elements Tracking Technique" to listen intently... After a while, Master Xufeng smiled slightly and said, "The Gate to the Earth's Navel is actually inside this ancient tree."

Master Xufeng then pressed his hands against the tree trunk, and his body leaped into the air. He flipped his hands in the middle and landed on the main trunk. He gently parted the branches and leaves and looked out. Sure enough, there was a tree hole more than two feet thick, dark and bottomless.

Master Xufeng landed on the ground and quietly said to Youliang, "Youliang, you stay in the temple. I'll go into the Earth's navel to take a look."

“No…” Youliang refused, “We’ve escaped from the town, and that Taoist priest Fei might catch up with us soon. He won’t let us off easily then.”

Master Xufeng thought it made sense. He had knocked out the people at the town's guesthouse. Master Fei, who already had a grudge against Youliang, would definitely come to Fengling Temple. When he caught Youliang and interrogated him, he would be exposed.

Thinking of this, he said, "Alright, let's go down together." He then grabbed Youliang's belt, pressed down several times with his left hand, and leaped onto the ginkgo tree. The branches and leaves swayed twice, and he vanished in an instant…

Shen Caihua and the others were greatly surprised. Could the so-called entrance to the Earth's Navel be on this ancient tree at Fengling Temple? "Dudu, we want to go to the Earth's Navel too," Shen Caihua said, looking up at the tall tree trunk with a worried expression. "But how can we get up there?"

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Hong quickly said, "Young master, you absolutely mustn't go! Our benefactor told us to protect you. You should stay in the main hall."

Shen Cai pouted and said, "Then you can stay in this temple. Anyway, I'm going there."

“Okay,” Dudu exclaimed, “Climbing up is easy. Just find a rope, Dudu will fly up and tie it, and then you can climb up.”

"Little master, are you really going to climb the tree?" Xiong Dahai asked with concern.

"Of course, didn't you hear what that guy surnamed Xu said earlier? Master Madam might be in danger," Shen Caihua said worriedly.

Xiong Dahai nodded and said, "Since our benefactor is in danger, how can we sit idly by? I'll go find some rope right now..." After saying that, he ran into the back of the hall and searched each room. After a while, he brought back a bundle of hemp rope about the thickness of a finger from the kitchen.

Dudu used its large curved beak to grab one end of the rope, flapped its wings and flew up to the main trunk of the ginkgo tree, then skillfully tied the rope firmly to a thick branch, even making a knot.

Xiong Dahai tugged at the rope, finding it securely fastened, and then took the lead, pulling himself up to the top and discovering the dark tree hole. Standing on the trunk, he said to Dongfang Hong below, "Brother Dongfang, please tie the rope around the young master's waist, and I'll pull him up."

Helpless, Dongfang Hong had no choice but to tie a rope around Chen Caihua's waist. So, with the suction tube in his arms, Xiao Caihua was slowly hoisted up by Xiong Dahai.

Only Dongfang Hong remained on the ground. He muttered dissatisfaction, "Sigh, I have no choice but to go up. If the young master makes a mistake, I can't bear the responsibility." This man was meticulous. He first went to the main hall, took two flashlights, a box of matches, and Xiao Caihua's clothes and other miscellaneous items, packed them into a bundle, and then returned to the tree.

Xiong Dahai slowly hoisted Dongfang Hong up as well.

Looking at the dark, gaping tree hole, Dongfang Hong's legs trembled. "My God, how deep is it in here..." he stammered.

"Brother Dongfang, why don't you go down first?" Xiong Dahai said to Dongfang Hong.

"I... I'll wait a bit..." Dongfang Hong clung tightly to a tree branch, refusing to be the first to get down.

"I'll get off," Chen Caihua said decisively, glancing at Dudu.

Xiong Dahai reached out to stop him, saying, "Young master, the situation inside this tree hole is unclear. Dahai should go down and take a look first." After saying that, he grabbed the rope and slipped into the dark tree hole without saying another word.

Shen Caihua stared nervously at the tree hole. After a long while, the rope twitched a few times, followed by Xiong Dahai's deep call from inside the hole: "...Little master, you can come down now..."