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Capítulo 123

Just then, a group of kappa suddenly appeared in front of the giant catfish. Without any explanation, they rushed forward and started punching and slapping the giant catfish. The kappa were incredibly strong in the water, and in no time, they had beaten the giant catfish until it was dizzy and fled in disarray.

On the Enmei River, Han Sheng, Shen Caihua, and the others stood anxiously at the bow, gazing nervously at the vast expanse of water. Suddenly, they spotted a white streak of water rapidly approaching them in the distance…

Bathed in the golden sunlight, eight kappa stretched out their suckers with great enthusiasm. A soaking wet Momo sat atop Momo's white belly, cradling its ancestor in its arms. "Little Cui'er" stood proudly atop its sucker's head. They were riding the waves...

Chapter 187

Inside a suite at the government guesthouse on Zhengjie Street in Tengchong County, Yunnan Province.

Song Diweng and his subordinate surnamed Li had been waiting here for several days, but Zhu Hansheng and his party had not yet shown up. Feeling somewhat uneasy, they made a long-distance call to the capital.

"Where are you now?" The commander's familiar voice came through the receiver.

"Commander, we've learned that Zhu Hansheng and his group are planning to enter the country through Ruili, so we rushed to Tengchong in Yunnan ahead of them. This is their only route. If we were to follow them all the way through Myanmar, it would be easy to expose ourselves, because there are several seasoned martial arts experts among them who are extremely vigilant. However, we've been monitoring them in Tengchong for several days now, but we still haven't found any trace of them. We're afraid they've taken another route, so we're calling to report to you immediately..." Song Diweng said helplessly.

Upon hearing this, the leader remained silent for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Old man, it's alright. You don't need to wait around in Tengchong anymore. Head straight to Zhongdian in Diqing Prefecture in northwestern Yunnan. I know they'll definitely go there."

“Zhongdian in Diqing Prefecture…why?” Song Diweng asked in confusion.

“Because ‘Blue Moon Valley’ is located near Meili Snow Mountain,” the leader replied.

"Oh, I see. Alright then, let's set off for Zhongdian immediately." Song Diweng breathed a sigh of relief.

The leader hung up the phone and muttered to himself, "Useless."

"Uncle Commander, where is 'Zhongdian'? Did Nizi go there too?" Youliang asked anxiously from the side.

"'South of the Clouds' is a very far place," the leader said thoughtfully.

“I want to go too.” Youliang stared intently at the commander.

"Don't worry, I'll take you there when the time is right," the leader comforted her. "Don't worry, Nizi will be yours sooner or later."

"Uncle Commander, thank you for being so kind to me..." Youliang's eyes were already brimming with tears.

"There's something extremely important I need you to do for me..." the leader said hesitantly, changing the subject.

“Uncle Commander, I’ll do anything you ask.” Youliang replied firmly.

“Hmm,” the commander pondered, “Chief Engineer Pi secretly sent out intelligence saying that the ‘ghost pot’ that Master Qiao obtained was not Feng Hou’s ‘skull’, but the ‘skull’ of an ancestor of a feng shui master surnamed Zhu. The real ‘ghost pot’ is still in the Xishan villa.”

Youliang was taken aback, then recalled and said, "Now that you mention it, I also feel that the size and color of this 'ghost pot' we brought back are somewhat different from the one in Master Jia's travel bag... Uncle Chief, should you ask Youliang to steal it back again?"

"No, they must be on alert already. It won't be easy to make a move, and the 'Xuanyuan Plan' is being implemented at an accelerated pace and is almost complete." The leader's tone was somewhat heavy.

"Uncle Commander, what is the 'Xuanyuan Plan'? Can you tell me?" Youliang asked, puzzled.

Upon hearing this, the leader smiled faintly and said, "You are still young and there are some things you cannot understand. This matter involves the country's top secrets. When the time comes for you to know, I will naturally tell you."

"Then what do you want me to do?" Youliang asked, puzzled.

"Kill one person," the commander replied coldly.

"Who?" Youliang asked.

“A person who has died,” the commander said calmly.

Beneath the villas in the Western Hills of Beijing lies a vast underground system, codenamed "769." Following the Sino-Soviet border conflict at Zhenbao Island in 1969, Chairman Mao Zedong issued the supreme directive, "Dig deep tunnels, store grain widely, and never seek hegemony," prompting a nationwide campaign to dig air-raid shelters. A secret passage was also dug beneath Beijing, connecting Tiananmen Square, the Great Hall of the People, and Zhongnanhai, extending all the way to the Western Hills. An entrance to Maojiawan, where Lin Biao lived before his death, was also found there.

At 00:10 on September 9, 1976, the great leader Mao Zedong breathed his last in Zhongnanhai at the age of 83, marking the end of an era of great influence. Surprisingly, the designation of the Central Guard Regiment of the Communist Party of China was 8341, which coincidentally matches Mao Zedong's lifespan of 83 years and his 41-year reign. However, very few people know the prophecy left by the Living Buddha Geda on an old sheepskin.

In the early morning of September 20th, under the cover of dawn, the newly appointed President of the People's Republic of China, Hua Guofeng, led a group of people to escort the remains of the great man, entering this mysterious and eerie underground world through the entrance of Lin Biao's house in Maojiawan.

Three years ago, in 1973, a Western Han Dynasty tomb was excavated at Mawangdui, near Changsha, Hunan Province. Remarkably, after more than two thousand years, the female tomb occupant's body had not decomposed and remained remarkably lifelike. Unfortunately, once exposed to air, the body would quickly begin to decay. Premier Zhou Enlai at the time instructed, "The ancient corpse must be preserved for at least 200 years, so that future generations can also see it; otherwise, we cannot give an account to our descendants." A special team was formed to develop a formula containing formalin, alcohol, and glycerin, which successfully preserved the Mawangdui female corpse. Among these experts was Pi Gaogong, one of the top preservation experts in China at the time.

In 1956, Chairman Mao Zedong took the lead in signing the resolution of the Politburo of the Communist Party of China regarding the cremation of his remains. He himself had a rather open view on his posthumous affairs. On May 27, 1960, he told British Field Marshal Montgomery: "Everyone has to die, and I will be no exception. I think there are only five ways I will die: first, someone shoots me; second, I fall to my death from a plane crash; third, I am hit by a train; fourth, I drown while swimming; and fifth, I am killed by bacteria from an illness. After I die, my body will be cremated, and my ashes will be thrown into the sea to feed the fish." He spoke even more freely and openly to head nurse Wu Xujun: "When I was alive, I ate a lot of fish. After I die, cremate me, and scatter my ashes into the Yangtze River to feed the fish. You can say to the fish, 'Fish, Mao Zedong has come to apologize to you. He ate you when he was alive, now you eat him. Get fat so you can serve the people. This is called the law of conservation of matter.'"

It is evident that Chairman Mao Zedong's original intention was to return his remains to nature, not to preserve them permanently. It was only because later generations violated his wishes for some political purposes. In fact, everyone knows that his remains could not really be preserved for thousands of generations.

On February 21, 1924, Russian leader Lenin died. He had wished to be buried alongside his mother, Maria Alexandrovna, in the Volkov Cemetery in St. Petersburg. However, his successor went against his wishes, deciding to preserve the great man's body permanently. A month after Lenin's death, his body began to decompose. The renowned biochemist Zbarsky temporarily halted the decomposition with his unique embalming solution, but decomposition continued repeatedly. Lenin's Mausoleum on Red Square was closed for extended periods in 1930, 1934, and 1938, officially for "care of Lenin's body." However, those in the know understood that Lenin's body continued to decompose; one-third of his skin, all his hair, and the finger bones of his hands had been replaced. Of course, the average visitor could not detect the decomposition.

During World War II, the preservation of Lenin's body faced even more severe challenges. In late June 1941, the crystal coffin containing Lenin's body was transported by train to Chumin under tight security and placed in a meeting hall on the second floor of a secondary school. However, due to the impossibility of maintaining the required low temperature, the body began to decompose again by the end of 1943. It was then moved to a slightly cooler basement and surrounded by ice. This did not completely stop the decomposition, so one leg and part of his left arm were amputated and replaced with prosthetics. Lenin's body was not returned to Moscow from Chumin until after the war ended in 1945.

In 1961, Lenin's body began to decompose again. By this time, Professor Zbarsky, who had served Lenin's body for nearly forty years, had passed away, and his successor lacked experience in emergency embalming and was therefore helpless. Khrushchev then consulted with medical personnel to separate the temporarily undecomposed head from the torso. Lenin's torso was cremated, and his head was fitted onto an artificial torso model. The "operation" was quite successful, and none of the visitors noticed anything amiss.

After the collapse of the Soviet Union, in April 1997, around Lenin's birthday, a heated debate erupted again regarding his remains. The democrats advocated removing the body from Red Square, while the left emphasized that Lenin's Mausoleum is part of the Kremlin, protected by UNESCO, and should not be altered arbitrarily. Even now, non-visitors are frequently seen walking around Lenin's Mausoleum; these are reportedly volunteers from the Russian Communist Party, taking turns keeping watch in case of any unforeseen events. While the Russian government has not officially commented, it has taken a decisive step, ceasing funding for the care of Lenin's body and renaming the Lenin Mausoleum laboratory the "Center for the Study of Biological Structures."

Chapter 188

Inside the meeting room, people held their breath and could even hear their own heartbeats.

Professor Lu coughed and then slowly said, “Generally speaking, higher organisms cannot survive if their internal organs are missing; this is basic biological knowledge. Anatomically, based on the physiological functions of organisms, the human body is divided into the respiratory system, musculoskeletal system, circulatory system, sensory system, nervous system, endocrine system, digestive system, urinary system, and reproductive system. These are the necessary conditions for the normal physiological activities of higher mammals. Western countries such as the United States are already conducting research in this area, but organisms that need to be revived must be rapidly frozen in an ultra-low temperature liquid nitrogen solution of -170 to -180 degrees Celsius as soon as clinical death is confirmed in order to preserve the activity of all organs. However, Chairman Mao Zedong's body was not treated in this way, and his internal organs were even removed…”

"Comrades," the director began, "but the Chairman's brain is still intact. It wasn't removed at the time, so once he is revived, as long as normal blood circulation and oxygen supply are maintained, his unparalleled wisdom can be put back into operation, thereby guiding the Chinese people forward once again, preventing the restoration of capitalist roaders, making imperialism and all reactionaries tremble with fear, and ensuring that China's red regime will never change color."

People clapped sparsely. "That's wonderful! If Chairman Mao really lives to be 'Long Live Chairman Mao,' it will be a blessing for our Party and for the revolutionary people of the world..." someone said, blushing and quite excited.

The director's sharp gaze swept across the crowd, and he said loudly, "The ultimate goal of 'Project Xuanyuan' can now be revealed to you: to use Feng Hou's 'Ghost Pot' to revive our great leader, at which time the whole country will celebrate together."

“But,” Professor Lu said hesitantly, “we haven’t actually used the ‘ghost pot’ to revive the Chairman yet…”

"Hehe..." The director chuckled heartily and said slowly, "You've all seen the effects of the 'Ghost Pot,' haven't you?"

Everyone nodded, saying, "Yes, it's simply amazing, unbelievable, and it overturns all contemporary biological science theories..."

“However,” Professor Lu insisted, explaining, “the bodies used in previous experiments were all recently deceased, with all their organs still intact, and their circulatory systems could be restored with the help of the ‘Ghost Pot.’ But Chairman Mao…” The professor shook his head.

Mr. Zhu also said with doubt, "I'm afraid... it will only work in the intermediate state."

"Comrades," the director said solemnly, "if you can get the Chairman's mind working, even for just one day, or even just one hour, please ask him to tell the whole Party and the people of the whole country where China is headed and who his true successor is..."

The crowd looked at each other, none of them daring to utter a sound.

“Starting today, the ‘Xuanyuan Project’ team will begin working around the clock, using your expertise to revive the Chairman’s brain with the ‘Ghost Pot.’ This is a sacred and glorious historical mission, and the entire Party and the people of the whole country are sincerely looking forward to this moment. Do you understand?” The director’s authoritative tone left no room for doubt.

"So, are we leaving Xishan Villa to work at the Memorial Hall?" someone asked nervously in a low voice.

“Yes,” the director said to Director Bi, “the memorial hall will continue to be open to the public, and the Chairman’s remains will still be available for people to pay their respects. Everyone will return here to sleep during the day and go to the underground secret room of the memorial hall to work at night. Director Bi, you take the experts to walk through the ‘769’ secret passage.”

"Yes, Director," Director Bi replied.

At this moment, everyone finally understood the true intention behind reviving Mao Zedong (or something similar): the issue of "successor."

Chairman Mao repeatedly designated his successors during his lifetime. The first was Vice Chairman Liu Shaoqi, who was demoted during the Cultural Revolution due to political differences and died in Kaifeng, Henan Province in the winter of 1969 with shoulder-length white hair. He was cremated under the pseudonym "Liu Honghuang." The second was Lin Biao, who held a high position and was hailed as the "Deputy Commander-in-Chief." On September 13, 1971, his plane crashed in Undurhaan, Mongolia, and his remains, along with those of his wife and children, were never recovered. The third was Wang Hongwen, then Vice Chairman, who was arrested within a month of Chairman Mao's death and died in Qincheng Prison in the summer of 1992. The last was Hua Guofeng, who entered the Central Plains with a hastily handwritten "last will" from Chairman Mao, which read, "I trust you to handle things." This sparked speculation among officials and the public, and historians still hold differing opinions on the matter.

After the director left, Director Bi continued to chair the meeting.

"Comrades, you are all familiar with the 'Xuanyuan Project.' Now we need to develop a feasible surgical plan," Director Bi said.

"Surgical plan?" Professor Lu asked, puzzled.

“Yes, the surgical plan is a ‘head transplant’,” Director Bi said slowly, his gaze sweeping around the room. “There is a volunteer whose height, weight, and physique are exactly like the Chairman’s. He is willing to offer his body…”

Professor Lu exclaimed in surprise, "You mean a living organism..."

Director Bi smiled faintly and said, "That's right, Professor Lu. You are a leading authority in neurosurgery in China, and this surgery needs to be performed by you personally."

Upon hearing this, Professor Lu quickly waved his hand and said, "Impossible. Not to mention the rejection reaction between different bodies, if the cervical vertebrae are severed, the spinal cord inside cannot be reconnected at all, which will inevitably lead to high-level paraplegia."

"Professor Lu, all you need to do is connect the Chairman's head to the volunteer's neck, nerves, blood vessels, skin, and muscles. As for whether there will be paraplegia or rejection, you don't need to worry about that," Director Bi said coldly.

"This..." Professor Lu was speechless.

"Where is this person now?" Mr. Zhu asked.

Director Bi chuckled, pointed to his feet, and slowly said, "It's in the basement of '769'."

Everyone let out a soft "hmm," feeling that the "Xuanyuan Plan" was becoming increasingly bizarre and terrifying.

"Please follow me, everyone..." Director Bi stood up and led the experts to a dark room at the very back of the villa. He flipped a switch to turn on the dim light and saw a large door on the wall with a large brass lock on it.

Director Bi took out a key from his pocket, unlocked the brass lock, and pushed open the heavy iron door. A damp, musty smell wafted out, and the concrete staircase led downwards into the darkness...

With a "snap," Director Bi switched on the wall lamp again, and by the dim light, he went down the stairs first. Around the corner was a room without a door, lit by a milky white ceiling light. Inside was a hospital gurney, on which slept a burly man in a dark blue Zhongshan suit, snoring loudly.

"Hey, wake up..." Director Bi stepped forward and patted the man's stomach.

Only then did everyone realize that the man's body and limbs were tightly bound by leather straps by the bed.

"Director Bi, you've finally arrived! I, Ye Ge, have been sleeping alone in this basement all by myself. It's so damn cramped..." the man said with delight upon seeing Director Bi. He looked to be around forty years old and had a thick Northeastern accent.

Professor Lu stepped forward and touched the man's skin, then lifted his eyelids to examine him. "He is perfectly healthy," the professor said sympathetically, a sense of guilt welling up within him as he contemplated the thought of severing the man's head with a scalpel. "Comrade, are you... doing this voluntarily?"

"Voluntary, of course it's voluntary. Comrades, just think about it, if we could exchange our ordinary lives for the resurrection of our wise leader, who wouldn't be willing?" the man replied passionately.

The forensic doctor was deeply moved, his eyes welling up with tears, and said, "Brother, your moral character is truly admirable. Could you please tell me your name and where you live?"

"Shut up!" Director Bi immediately shouted sternly. "Absolutely no one is allowed to ask about this person. Everyone remember, his code name is 'Anvil,' understand?"

The group looked at each other, speechless.

"Alright, it's getting late. Let's load the 'anchor' onto the electric vehicle and drive through the secret passage to the Chairman Mao Zedong Memorial Hall. The surgical instruments and life monitoring system have already been installed in advance."

The group quickly lifted the man, along with the bed, onto an extended flatbed electric vehicle.

"Director Bi, where is Feng Hou's 'Ghost Pot'?" Mr. Zhu asked kindly, looking at Director Bi who had empty hands.

"It's in the secret underground chamber of the memorial hall," Director Bi replied, then jumped into the driver's seat and personally drove the car into the city along the empty underground passage.

The underground passageway was eerie, with wall lamps embedded in the walls on both sides, some of which were no longer working due to the passage of time. Everyone sat silently in the car, their expressions tense, and no one uttered a word.

After an unknown amount of time, the space in front suddenly widened and the lights became much brighter. Armed People's Liberation Army soldiers could be seen standing guard. Director Bi parked his electric vehicle in front of an iron gate.

When the sentry on duty saw Director Bi, he stood at attention and saluted him.

Director Bi returned the salute and then ordered, "Open the elevator doors."

The soldier obeyed and opened the iron gate, revealing an elevator. The group pushed the "anvil" into the elevator, and Director Bi pressed the button, which slowly ascended to the underground secret room in front of the Chairman Mao Memorial Hall in Tiananmen Square.

Two soldiers stood solemnly in front of the secret room, holding guns.

An officer stepped forward, saluted Director Bi, and solemnly handed him a small, locked black metal box, saying, "Director Bi, the director asked me to personally deliver this metal box to you. I need to take it back immediately after I finish my work."

"Understood, we can go in now." Director Bi took the iron box and nodded.

The officer gently opened the door, invited Director Bi and the others inside, then closed the door and remained waiting outside.

The sealed room was very spacious, with a constant temperature and humidity, and very soft lighting. In the center of the room, on a hydraulic lift, was a crystal coffin, surrounded by clusters of golden chrysanthemums.

With boundless reverence, everyone turned their gaze to the crystal coffin, where the great man of the century they knew lay peacefully in eternal rest…

"Director Bi," "Anvil," said "the man lying on the gurney with his hands and feet bound, "I wish to pay my respects to the Chairman's remains..."

Director Bi tossed the metal box onto the table, grabbed a brown ether bottle, unscrewed the cap, poured the anesthetic onto a sterile cloth, and then coldly pressed it against the "anvil's" mouth and nose...

The "rootstock" struggled a few times and then stopped moving.

Director Bi chuckled and ordered, "Comrades, let's get to work. First, let's strip the 'rootstock' of its clothes."