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Capítulo 116

These bodyguards were all skilled in martial arts and were agile and nimble. Two of them reacted extremely quickly, leaping up with a "carp leap" and reaching out to stop Mo Mo. With a "thud," two faint arm shadows slammed into their faces, and with two muffled "thumps," they fell to the ground again, immediately losing consciousness.

A small spit of pale green phlegm flew out of Mo Mo's mouth with a sharp whooshing sound. On the phlegm rode the large, scarlet blood flea, its whip-like hairs fluttering, its angry eyes fixed on Master Qiao's face...

Since Jia Shiming infused Mo Mo with rudimentary "Innate Qi" at the summit of Jade Pillar Peak, her internal strength has naturally increased dramatically. Coupled with the awakening of the "Blood Curse" within her and her enlightenment of the "Five Forms of Bodhidharma," although only six or seven years old, she is already no less formidable than top-tier martial arts masters. Now, her memories and wild nature have finally been awakened by the call of the ghost infant, and the greatest Siamese sorcerer since the Thonburi Dynasty has descended upon the world…

Hearing the whooshing sound, Master Qiao knew a hidden weapon was approaching. Unperturbed and with perfect precision, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of Confucian true energy onto the phlegm, instantly dispersing it into a pale green mist. Within the mist, the giant blood flea leaped several feet into the air, then silently plunged down, landing on the top of Master Qiao's disheveled white hair. Its sharp mandibles pierced his skull, embedding themselves in the central anterior gyrus (motor cortex) of his cerebral cortex, releasing a "blood curse." Then, it withdrew its mandibles, and with a powerful leap from its two strong hind legs, it swiftly returned to Mo Mo's mouth.

In an instant, Mr. Qiao's mouth and eyes suddenly became crooked, his long white eyebrows trembled, and his mouth could not be closed, with a string of crystal drool flowing down... The function of his cerebral cortex, which was in charge of motor nerves, had been invaded by the "blood curse" and was instantly disordered. The intestine that was wrapped around Chen Caicai's neck also relaxed immediately, and the head of the large intestine slid down weakly and fell onto the top of Youliang's head. The originally tight anal opening suddenly opened, and a pool of steaming runny feces was poured on his head, flowing down his cheeks and nose. The strong stench immediately covered the faint fragrance of cologne.

You Liang felt so disgusted he could hardly breathe. He had originally intended to give the bottle of cologne to Ni Zi, but after hearing from his superior that it was for men and could attract women, he sprayed it in his armpits hoping to win Ni Zi's favor. But now the pungent stench had ruined all of this. He was so angry that he trembled all over, let go of his hands, and vigorously wiped the runny excrement off his face.

With his neck and wrists freed from restraints, Shen Caihua's blood circulation improved, and his mind became clear again. "Mo Mo..." He looked at Mo Mo in front of him with surprise, and his nose tingled as if he wanted to cry.

Mo Mo smiled and reached out her hand, pulling Chen Caihua aside. The two held hands, their eyes met, and tears welled up in their eyes, as if they had returned to those distant six years ago...

"Nizi, you are my woman, please, don't be with that bad boy..." Youliang pleaded with Momo in a low voice, his face covered in scum.

Mo Mo and Shen Caihua held hands, seemingly oblivious to each other, their faces beaming with childlike smiles—smiles that came from a long-lost friendship, a profound bond of life and death between infants at the dawn of humanity…

"Nizi! You shameless bastard, boohoo..." Youliang roared angrily, then burst into heart-wrenching sobs, pounding his chest and stamping his feet.

At this moment, although Master Qiao's motor nerves were malfunctioning, he was, after all, the most renowned grandmaster of Qigong in the Central Plains. Remaining calm in the face of danger, he seized the opportunity to quickly gather all the Confucian true energy within his dantian and staggered towards Mo Mo and Chen Caihua. His deeply hidden, wrinkled penis slowly emerged from the small opening in his genitals, and with a "squeak," squeezed out a stream of yellowish-brown urine from the two children. This was no ordinary urine; it contained a very high concentration of alkaline sodium hydroxide, which had a very strong corrosive effect on human proteins. If it splashed onto the skin, it would cause instant burns; if it got on the face, it would certainly disfigure them. The fact that Master Qiao possessed such a highly corrosive liquid yet remained unharmed was a testament to the profound depth of Confucian Qigong.

"Xiaoxiao, danger!" Elder Anxi saw this at the door of the side room and hurriedly shouted. At the same time, disregarding his weak body, he leaped with all his might and pushed Shen Caihua and Nizi away before the urine could hit him. However, he himself could not avoid it, and his monk's robe was instantly soaked with urine.

A hissing sound rose up, and Elder Anxi's gray robe was burned to shreds, riddled with holes that seeped into his skin. His emaciated flesh emitted a burnt stench.

Despite the excruciating pain, Elder Anxi stammered, "Xiaoxiao, get out of here quickly, they have guns..." before collapsing to the ground.

"Elder Grandfather..." Upon seeing this, Shen Caihua flew into a rage and shouted, "Om Om Ho, Nangka Shana Tathagata..." His right index finger pointed to the sky and suddenly slashed downwards, once again using "Heavenly Gate Opening".

Seeing the situation was bad, Master Qiao hurriedly jumped away, but his motor cortex was no longer under his control. He barely managed to avoid it, but with a "plop," the long intestine trailing behind him was severed by the internal energy of the Zhu You technique, and yellowish-green excrement flowed all over the ground...

Mo Mo stood imposingly, her hair disheveled, arms raised high above her head, fingers clenched into rings, chanting Siamese incantations, activating the most mysterious and eerie "blood curse" in Southeast Asia.

"Our bodies, hair, and skin are given to us by our parents; we dare not damage them, this is the beginning of filial piety..." Old Master Qiao sat cross-legged on the ground, shaking his head and appearing dazed. He reached out and grabbed his large intestine, reciting, "Once, Xiahou Dun, an arrow pierced his eye; he pulled out his eyeball and swallowed it, this was the ultimate expression of filial piety... Heaven and earth possess righteous energy, which in man is called the vast and righteous spirit; the three cardinal guides are truly essential to life, and morality is the root..." Before he finished speaking, he opened his mouth wide and began to devour and chew the slippery intestine, with foul-smelling, yellowish-green excrement hanging from the corners of his mouth, and a few undigested leeks stuck to them...

The leaders and others were all horrified upon seeing this, and they were all speechless with astonishment.

"Knock knock knock..." At this moment, Dudu saw Xiao Caihua's desperate struggle inside the hall through the window. It angrily knocked on the wooden window frame with its huge curved beak and stammered loudly, threateningly saying, "Open...open the door! If you don't open the door, I'll go and call...call the police!"

The commander frowned. This secret infiltration into Myanmar was unknown to both China and Myanmar. If word got out, it would cause huge trouble. He absolutely could not let this annoying parrot attract the Myanmar police and expose his identity. "Go, kill this wretched parrot!" he ordered his bodyguards sternly.

"Yes." A bodyguard quickly pulled a pistol from his pocket, ran to the front door, chambered the shot, and without saying a word, aimed at the large parrot through the window and fired a shot...

The beep landed in response...

Chapter 177

The two heavy palace doors were flung open with a loud bang, and in the dazzling sunlight, a young man dressed as a farmer from the Central Plains appeared, with a large blue-and-white macaw perched on his shoulder...

"Hansheng's dad is here...he's here..." Dudu shouted arrogantly.

"Zhu Hansheng!" Elder Peng exclaimed in surprise.

Han Sheng stretched out his palm, and there lay a bullet on it. With a "snap," the bullet rolled to the leader's feet.

At this moment, the leader, Song Diweng, and the bodyguards were all horrified. This person was able to catch the bullet with his bare hands, which was simply unbelievable!

"Shoot him! Kill him!" the commander shouted hoarsely. He knew that if this man wasn't eliminated, they would be utterly defeated today.

The bodyguards drew their pistols, but in a flash, their hands went empty; their guns had vanished...

Han Sheng unleashed his "Hysteria Divine Skill," instantly lunging forward and snatching the guns from the bodyguards' hands. He then returned to his original position and threw the pistols at his feet with a "clatter."

"Ouch..." A cry rang out as Dudu, caught off guard, fell from Hansheng's shoulder to the ground.

"Hansheng's dad..." Shen Caihua blushed and took Momo's hand as he stepped forward, calling out apologetically. After all, it was all his fault for secretly running away from home with Dudu. But he then happily said, "I found Momo..."

Han Sheng's heart suddenly warmed, and his gaze fell on Mo Mo. His eyes immediately welled up with tears. This child looked exactly like Yang Gong from back then, with big, watery eyes, a high nose, and delicate skin. There was no trace of that little wrinkled baby girl anymore...

Mo Mo raised her bright eyes and looked at Han Sheng...

Han Sheng looked at her with tears in his eyes, thinking, "Ancestor, six years have passed, and your daughter has finally been found..." Suddenly, he felt a strange heat rising in his heart, a warm current flowing through his body. He knew it was his ancestor's soul. Years ago in the rainforest, he and Shen Caihua buried his ancestor's body and used the Zhuyou relic left by Granny Wang to collect her soul before returning to the Central Plains. Later, while being hunted by the Kurosawa Corpse Cult in Japan, he accidentally swallowed the relic. Unexpectedly, the Zhuyou relic transformed into vital energy and dispersed into his eight extraordinary meridians, while his ancestor's soul resided in Han Sheng's brain, frequently appearing in his dreams, urging him to continue searching for his daughter.

"MoMo, it's been six years, and we've finally found you... Caihua, well done!" Hansheng said to them excitedly.

“And…and Dudu…” Dudu said proudly, standing at Caihua’s feet.

Han Sheng nodded, walked to Elder Anxi, gently helped him up, pressed his fingers against the three acupoints, and then softly said, "Elder, Han Sheng has come as promised..."

Elder Anxi smiled faintly and said weakly, "Benefactor Zhu, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to Blue Moon Valley..."

Han Sheng smiled faintly and comforted him, "Elder, don't worry, with Han Sheng here, you will definitely be able to return to the snowy plateau."

Upon hearing this, Elder Anxi's eyes rekindled with hope, and two tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"Elder, could you tell me what exactly happened here?" Han Sheng asked.

"They're the ones who harmed Master Madam and Master Jia..." Shen Caihua pointed at the leader and said loudly.

"Daddy Hansheng, kill...kill these bad...bad people!" Dudu flapped its wings and cried out hatefully.

"Hehe..." The leader took two steps forward and said with a serious expression, "Little Zhu, is this Comrade Zhu Hansheng? I am the leader."

Han Sheng was greatly surprised upon hearing this.

"Comrade Zhu Hansheng, I heard you've established a 'Nanshan Rural Hospital' in Wuyuan. It's doing quite well! Chairman Mao said, 'Heal the wounded and rescue the dying, practice revolutionary humanitarianism.' The Central Committee knows about your deeds. We hope you can continue your efforts, guard against arrogance and impetuosity, carry forward your work, and continue to serve the broad masses of the proletarian revolutionary people. Of course, our country is a proletarian dictatorship, and we have never been lenient towards class enemies. As long as you always closely follow the Party's basic principles and maintain consistency with the Party Central Committee, your hospital can continue to operate. Alright, we'll be going now..." the leader said grandly, but everyone could hear the underlying meaning: if they were to make things difficult for them, Hansheng's "Nanshan Rural Hospital" would be finished.

How could Han Sheng not know? Helpless, he could only silently watch the bodyguards, carry the two companions who had been knocked unconscious by Mo Mo's "severed arm standing in the snow", pick up the pistol on the ground, and walk out of the Fushou Palace.

The leader walked up to Elder Anxi and said sincerely, "Elder, I'm sorry. You raised me for so many years, but this is for the benefit of the country, and I have no choice but to do this against my will. There is still a corpse in the hall, please take care of it. I'm leaving now, take care..." After saying that, he took out a wad of banknotes, threw them on the ground, and then turned and left.

"Red Boy, leave behind the holy water of the Bon religion," Elder Anxi said weakly.

Han Sheng stared directly into the commander's eyes, his gaze revealing a terrifying fortitude.

The leader looked at Han Sheng, hesitated, then slowly took out the small, grayish-white bone vial, handed it to him with some hesitation, and then turned and walked out of the main hall without saying another word.

Inside the main hall, Youliang stood there blankly, glancing at Nizi and then at the leader's retreating figure, truly torn between staying and leaving...

And there was Master Qiao, who was sitting on the ground, gnawing on his own intestines. He had almost finished eating the huge, slippery, smelly intestines, and his mouth, face, and body were covered in excrement.

The leader stepped out of the threshold of the Fushou Palace and turned back to shout sternly, "Youliang, aren't you leaving yet?!"

Youliang stared at Nizi and Chen Caihua holding hands intimately, his eyes filled with deep-seated resentment. Finally, he stomped his foot and rushed out of the main hall like a madman, following the leader.

"Uncle Commander, I want Nizi... Waaah..." Youliang sobbed in anguish.

"Hehe," the commander patted Youliang on the shoulder and said with a sinister smile, "A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years. Nizi will be yours sooner or later."

Youliang stopped crying and looked at the commander in surprise.

"Chairman Song," the chief said thoughtfully to the little dwarf Song Diweng beside him, "the current disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves is too great, so it is not advisable to confront them head-on and attract the attention of the police. Here's what we'll do: you take a comrade who understands Burmese and hide in the vicinity. After they leave Fushou Palace, follow them all the way and make sure you find that place."

"Commander, what place do we need to find?" Song Diweng asked, puzzled.

“Blue Moon Valley,” the commander replied with a grim face.

“Yes,” Song Diweng pondered, “this Master Xufeng…”

"This man is unreliable, don't use him anymore," the leader said decisively, turning back to pat Youliang on the shoulder. "Youliang, come back to Beijing with me and wait for Chairman Song's news." With that, he hurriedly left in a car with Youliang and his bodyguards.

Song Diweng and his bodyguard quickly disappeared into the nearby crowd.

Inside the main hall, Elder Anxi tightly clutched the last bottle of holy water from the Bon religion, murmuring, "This old monk must bring this bottle of holy water back to the snowy plateau..."

Shen Caihua dragged Han Sheng to the Hakka nanny's side and pleaded, "Han Sheng's father, please save Nanny Master."

"Your master?" Han Sheng recognized the old woman lying on the ground as a Hakka grandmother from Nanzhuang, Miaoli, Taiwan, and looked at Xiao Caihua with surprise.

“She is now my master,” Shen Caihua said earnestly.

Although the Hakka woman's body and limbs were numb by Master Qiao's "sweat technique," her mind was still clear. Looking at Han Sheng in front of her, her stiff cheeks twitched, but she couldn't speak.

“Hakka Granny,” Han Sheng said slowly as he took her pulse, “your pulse is normal. It seems you have been poisoned by a mild toxin that only damages and paralyzes your nerves. I will use silver needles to unblock your meridians and let the toxin dissipate so you will recover immediately.” After saying that, he took out a small cloth bag from his bosom, inserted several silver needles into it, and inserted the needles through her clothes to apply them to the acupoints at the beginning of the eight extraordinary meridians of the Hakka Granny.

Shen Caihua explained from the side, "The old lady was hugged by Master Qiao and that's how she ended up like this."

"Master Qiao?" Han Sheng asked, puzzled.

"That's the big bad guy!" Shen Caihua pointed at the naked, white-bearded old man covered in excrement on the ground and said angrily.

Since leaving Nanshan Village, Han Sheng had seen many strange things, but this was the first time he had ever seen someone who could actually devour their own intestines. "This person's skills are quite bizarre..." he thought to himself.

"What kind of 'Confucian skill' is it?" Shen Caihua asked.

Just then, Master Qiao forcefully ripped the last piece of intestine from behind his buttocks, stuffed it into his mouth, and then loudly chanted: "For General Yan's head, for Attendant-in-Ordinary Ji's blood, for Zhang Suiyang's teeth, for Yan Changshan's tongue, this is the spirit that is boundless, its fierce power will last for eternity..."

Han Sheng frowned upon hearing this, thinking that this person was probably crazy.

After removing the silver needles, the Hakka woman leaped up and, without a word, strode to Master Qiao's side, slamming her palm down heavily on the top of his head...

With a crisp "crack," Master Qiao's skull shattered. He collapsed limply to the ground without uttering a sound, like a dead hedgehog, slowly straightening his body. His penis, which could spray corrosive liquid, also slowly retracted into the small hole. Master Qiao, the grandmaster of Confucianism in the capital, was dead...

"Alas..." Elder Anxi sighed deeply.

Han Sheng shook his head with a wry smile, walked up to the elder and said, "Elder, let me see your back."

Elder Anxi turned around, and Han Sheng gently lifted the charred monk's robe, discovering that the flesh inside was already ulcerated and needed immediate treatment, otherwise infection would be troublesome.

"Hansheng, thank you for saving me. This old woman will repay you for this favor." After saying this, the Hakka woman flicked her hand, and a small celadon vase flew through the air and came over.

Han Sheng opened his fly-like eyes and saw the celadon bottle slowly approaching from the sky. It was the same as the "Hanqing" bottle that Shen Cai had stolen from Nanzhuang, Miaoli back then. He was overjoyed and hurriedly stepped forward to take it. He pulled out the stopper and took a sniff. Sure enough, it was half a bottle of "Hanqing".

"Thank you, Granny." Han Sheng thanked her repeatedly, and then began to apply the medicine to Elder Anxi's back. Among the ancient healing medicines of the Central Plains, "Hanqing" is the best. It can not only remove rotten tissue and promote tissue regeneration, but also regenerate new organs or limbs.

As soon as the leader left, Master Xufeng knew that the leader had become suspicious of him. However, this was for the best. He had escaped the officialdom and had also given an explanation to his senior brother, the sect leader. It was better for a martial artist to live freely among the common people. He stepped forward and, with a series of swift movements, released the four acupoints on Elder Peng's body—Xuanji, Huagai, Tanzhong, and Juque—that had been sealed by Master Qiao's true energy.

Looking at the dying Master Jia, Han Sheng was filled with mixed emotions. This man was cunning, treacherous, and ruthless. In order to seize the "Geda Prophecy", he cruelly murdered the ancestor. Now that he was about to die, he deserved his fate.

"Hansheng's father, please save Master Jia..." Shen Caihua said, tugging at his clothes from behind.

"Father Hansheng, please save my master..." Momo looked up, her eyes filled with tears as she pleaded.

"Sigh..." Han Sheng sighed, "Mo Mo, do you know? Jia Shiming is the murderer who killed your mother."

Mo Mo was taken aback upon hearing this, but then she shook her head vigorously and hurriedly protested, "No, my mother is not dead..."

"What did you say!" Han Sheng was taken aback upon hearing this.

"My mother isn't dead, she's in the car outside..." Mo Mo said loudly.

“Hansheng’s father, the ancestor really is in the car in the parking lot,” Shen Caihua confirmed.

Han Sheng was completely stunned. He and Shen Caihua were the ones who buried the ancestor...

"I'll take you there!" Shen Caihua and Momo pulled Han Sheng out of the hall, running down the stone steps of the Great Golden Pagoda and arriving at the jeep in the parking lot.