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"Oh, it's Chairman Song! What a coincidence! What brings you all here?" Master Jia asked with a look of surprise.

Song Diweng chuckled and said, "Yes, Ziyun and I happened to be passing through this canyon when we unexpectedly ran into Master Jia. What a coincidence... Hey, who is that little girl behind you?"

"I picked her up by the roadside. I felt sorry for her and wanted to adopt her, to do more good deeds," Master Jia said evasively.

“Master Jia is indeed kind-hearted. I have always wanted a well-behaved child by my side. Since you are a monk, it may not be convenient for you. Why don’t you let me adopt him?” Old Man Song said, seemingly sincerely.

Nizi was sleeping with her face down on Master Jia's back. From the front, all you could see were her two little braids. Master Jia thought to himself, "This Master Fei knows Nizi. I'd better get away as soon as possible."

"There's no need to trouble Chairman Song. I've lived alone all my life, but with a child by my side, I won't be lonely in my old age. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now." With that, Master Jia turned and left.

"Wait a minute," Song Diweng stretched out his chubby little hand to stop Master Jia, and said, "We haven't seen each other for many days, we should catch up. How is the matter of the 'Hidden Wind Diagram' progressing on Master Jia's end?"

Behind Song Diweng, the one-eyed Taoist priest Fei grinned maliciously, glancing sideways at Taoist priest Jia with ill intent.

Master Jia said calmly, "We haven't found any clues yet. Once we do, I will inform the leader. We'll meet again someday." As he spoke, he continued walking past the little dwarf without stopping.

"Until we meet again..." Song Diweng muttered, but unexpectedly, he leaped up and grabbed at the girl behind Jia Shiming.

Master Jia was already on guard, but when he heard a sudden gust of wind behind him, he quickly leaped forward, dodging the dwarf's attack. Unexpectedly, a flash of cold light appeared in his face, and Master Fei's pressure point peg was already poked into his face...

With Nizi on his back, Jia Daoshi had a travel bag in his left hand and a briefcase in his right, leaving him no free hands. He had to dodge to the side, but the short Song Diweng rolled over on the ground and used his "Earth Technique" to launch a scissor attack. His two chubby little hands silently reached for Jia Daoshi's crotch.

"Earth Techniques," also known as "Eighteen Rolls of Earth Kung Fu," originated from a Shaolin secret art. Due to his unique physical condition, the dwarf Song Diweng could perform these techniques in an unpredictable and unpredictable manner, making them impossible to defend against.

When Master Jia discovered it, Old Man Song's hands were almost grabbing his crotch. In his haste, he could only bend over and use the briefcase as a shield. With a "crack," several holes were punched through the briefcase...

Master Jia broke out in a cold sweat, thinking, "If that little hand grabs my penis, wouldn't I be castrated?"

Caught between Song Diweng and Fei Daozhang, Jia Daozhang was already struggling and in grave danger. As a result, a murderous intent began to rise in his heart, and he prepared to use his "innate qi energy" to kill the two of them in one fell swoop, since no one would know in this remote place.

Having made up his mind, Master Jia put down Nizi, the travel bag, and the briefcase in his hands. With a flick of his arms, his robes billowed, and an invisible aura suddenly arose.

Seeing that things were going badly, Song Diweng immediately shouted, "Ziyun, quickly get out of the way! This old Taoist is about to use 'Innate Qi Gong'!" In fact, his unspoken intention was for Master Fei to seize the opportunity to kidnap Nizi.

"Understood, Master." Master Fei understood what Song Diweng meant, so he stepped out of the circle and waited for his master to lure Jia Shiming away before making his move.

Master Jia didn't want to get entangled with the two of them, so he channeled his inner energy into his palms and pushed forward, unleashing a powerful surge of energy that crashed down on the little dwarf lying on the ground.

Even though Song Diweng was on guard and quickly rolled eighteen times on the spot, he still felt a tightness in his chest and could hardly breathe. Dust flew up on the ground, and the spot where he had just fallen had been smashed into a shallow pit by the force of the energy.

Master Jia's attack missed, so he leaped into the air and unleashed a barrage of innate qi at Song Diweng with both hands. At this moment, the little dwarf was completely powerless to fight back and could only tumble and roll around in a sorry state before finally plunging headfirst into the "Chaste Woman Pool," splashing water everywhere.

Master Fei seized the opportunity, stealthily slipping to Ni Zi's side. His one eye saw clearly, and he grabbed her...

Nizi was already awake, holding "Little Cui'er" in her arms, standing sideways by the bushes, nervously watching Master Jia fight the little dwarf.

"Meow..." The big black cat suddenly let out a sharp cry.

Ni Zi was suddenly startled and turned her head to see Master Fei grinning sinisterly as he lunged at her, a large hand already about to grab the back of her neck...

In her haste, Nizi didn't have time to think. Her left arm swung out instinctively, and a faint shadow of an arm suddenly shot out, slamming into Master Fei's face with a "thud." This was the third move of the "Five Forms of Bodhidharma," "Severed Arm Standing in the Snow."

When Bodhidharma sat facing a wall in meditation on Mount Shaoshi, Shenguang stood motionless in the heavy snow, seeking the Dharma. The snow was knee-deep, yet he remained steadfast and without complaint. After Bodhidharma emerged from his meditation, he asked Shenguang, "What were you doing standing in the snow?"

Shenguang replied, "I seek the Dharma from the Buddha."

Bodhidharma replied, "Unless red snow falls from the sky."

Without hesitation, Shenguang drew his monk's knife and slashed at his left arm. With a sharp crack, his arm fell to the ground, blood splattering and staining the snow crimson. The reverent sound of the knife pierced the clouds and mist, reaching the Western Paradise. Buddha, astonished by his devotion, removed his robe and threw it to the Eastern Land. Instantly, the entire Shaolin Temple was enveloped in red light, radiating colorful rays. Large snowflakes, tinged crimson by the blood, fell gently from the sky. Shenguang lowered his knife, still standing amidst the red snow… Bodhidharma was deeply moved and bestowed upon Shenguang his robe, bowl, and Dharma implements, giving him the Dharma name "Huike," making him the Second Patriarch of Zen Buddhism.

An ancient poem says: "Many mouths smothered gold, calling upon the patriarch; now I regret not being careful then. Back then, I should have offered myself to the bottom of the primordial chaos, instead of begging someone to cut off a limb."

Nizi currently has very little true qi in her body. At the top of Jade Pillar Peak, Master Jia forcibly infused some qi into her body to form the foundation of the Quanzhen School's "Innate Qi Gong". It was precisely because of this authentic Xuanmen qi that she was able to comprehend the "Five Forms of Bodhidharma" in the underground palace of "Feng Hou Tomb".

Just as Master Fei was about to succeed, he was suddenly struck in the face by an arm. He felt a sharp pain in his nose and a lot of blood flowed out. While he was still confused, "bang bang bang" followed by a series of painful blows to his face. For a moment, he saw stars and finally fell backward and lost consciousness.

Nizi snorted disdainfully, then jumped up and kicked the one-eyed man in the stomach several times to vent her anger.

Just then, a small hand quietly reached out from the bushes and grabbed Nizi's hem... Nizi was startled and quickly turned around to look.

"Shh..." The excited face of the young monk Youliang peeked out from the bushes. He whispered hurriedly, "Girl, come in quickly..."

Nizi bent down, picked up her travel bag, and disappeared into the bushes.

"Brother Youliang! What are you doing here?" Nizi asked excitedly.

"Be careful, don't step on it..." Youliang suddenly warned.

Nizi looked down and saw a puddle of steaming, runny excrement on the ground, emitting a pungent stench.

“This is…” Nizi asked, puzzled.

"It was me who pooped," Youliang replied, blushing.

Chapter 145

Jia Shiming used his "innate qi" to knock Song Diweng into the pool, then turned around and was shocked to see that Master Fei was lying on the ground, but Nizi was nowhere to be seen...

"Master Jia, where is Nizi?" Just as he was wondering, a childish question suddenly rang in his ears.

Master Jia looked closely and saw three people standing a few feet away: an old woman dressed in strange clothes, a burly policeman, and a little boy. A large blue-feathered parrot was perched on the boy's shoulder. It turned out that Shen Caihua and the others had caught up with Ni Zi by following her scent.

"Oh, it's you..." Master Jia recognized Shen Caihua and the peculiar macaw.

“Master, that’s Master Jia,” Shen Caihua said, pointing to Jia Shiming.

The Hakka woman looked at the lean and capable old man in front of her and said calmly, "You are Master Jia from the Quanzhen School?"

“Indeed, I am the Daoist. And who are you?” Master Jia asked in surprise.

“An old woman, a Hakka grandmother from Nanzhuang, Miaoli, Taiwan,” the Hakka grandmother replied.

"Oh, you are the junior sister of Granny Wang from Poyang Lake Valley and the bald old woman from Peach Blossom River, a successor of the Central Plains Zhuyou technique..." Master Jia had heard Han Sheng talk about Granny Wang's third junior sister, so he knew her immediately.

"Master Jia, you've taken Mo Mo away. Where is she now?" the Hakka old woman asked politely. She had heard that Master Jia's martial arts were unfathomable, and she knew a little about him from seeing the little dwarf Song Diweng fall into the pool.

"MoMo? Who is MoMo?" Master Jia pretended to ponder.

"It's Nizi," the Hakka nanny said simply.

"Are you talking about my disciple? What do you want with her?" Master Jia asked knowingly.

"Give Momo back to me!" Shen Caihua said indignantly.

Master Jia chuckled and said, "That depends on whether my disciple is willing or not."

The Hakka woman frowned: "Then please call her out. This old woman wants to ask her herself."

Yes, that's strange. Where did that girl go? I was too busy fighting with Song Diweng to take care of her, so I left her under the bushes and didn't notice she was gone. Also, Master Fei was perfectly fine just now, how did he suddenly collapse? He must have fallen seriously ill... Master Jia thought to himself.

"What? Master Jia, are you intentionally hiding Mo Mo from us so we can't meet?" the Hakka old woman asked coldly.

Master Jia thought to himself, "This Hakka woman is a practitioner of incantation magic, so her martial arts skills are naturally not weak. A fierce battle is likely to ensue today. It would be better to finish this quickly, take them all down, and then leave with Nizi as soon as possible." With that thought, he secretly channeled his "innate qi," causing his robes to flutter slowly. He chuckled dryly and said, "Hakka woman, why do you speak so unpleasantly?"

The Hakka woman noticed that Master Jia's clothes were bulging and knew that he had murderous intentions. So she didn't answer anymore, but stood with her palms up and silently recited the first move of the Zhuyou Divine Skill, "Ghost Wall".

At this moment, Chen Caihua could already smell the scent of Mo Mo emanating from the nearby bushes, though mixed with a sour, fecal stench. He couldn't help but think to himself that Mo Mo might be hiding in the bushes to relieve herself. It would be very embarrassing to find her now, so he decided to wait until she finished and came out on her own before recognizing her...

Master Jia had already noticed that the Hakka woman was on guard, but his "innate qi" was always invincible, so he didn't take the old woman too seriously and only wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible so he could continue his journey. So he stepped forward and thrust out with both palms, sending two surging streams of qi striking the Hakka woman at the same time.

The first five forms of Zhu You Divine Skill are mostly defensive in nature, unlike Shen Cai’s vicious and ruthless moves such as “Opening the Heavenly Gate” and “No Poison, No Man”. “Ghost Wall” only forms an invisible aura in front of the practitioner to prevent the opponent from entering. It is effective against fists and weapons, but it is inadequate against the Quanzhen School’s ultimate skill, “Pre-Heaven Qi Gong”.

Master Jia's powerful innate qi struck the invisible qi wall in front of the Hakka woman with two loud "bangs". The strong force forced her to stagger back several steps until her heels were already on the edge of the "Chaste Woman Pool". If she retreated any further, she would fall into the water.

At this moment, Song Diweng, seeing that outside help had arrived, happily climbed ashore from the pool.

Master Jia thrust out another palm with a "whoosh," intending to sweep the old woman into the pool as well.

Seeing the situation was dire, the Hakka woman crossed her arms and pointed behind her to Song Diweng, who had just come ashore and was soaking wet. She then hurriedly chanted the second move of the incantation, "Transplanting Flowers and Grafting Trees": "Taja Aja Chenxi Duochihe Tayun..."

With a muffled thud, the innate qi was transferred to Song Diweng's body, and the little dwarf who had just climbed ashore was knocked back into the pool.

Immediately afterwards, the Hakka woman's face flushed with shyness, and her body swayed from side to side like a willow in the wind, displaying a rather graceful and alluring demeanor...

Master Jia was taken aback, wondering what was wrong with the old woman. How could she be so licentious at her age… Just as he was pondering this, he suddenly smelled a stench like rotten fish and shrimp. At first, he thought it was the old woman farting, but then his mind went blank, and he realized, "Oh no, it's poison gas!" In a flash, Master Jia tore open his clothes, revealing his dark, murky belly. He used the "Nine Forms of Dantian" technique (censored?), circulating his true energy along the Ren meridian, focusing on his Dantian. Then, he performed a series of movements in one smooth motion: turning, shaking, manipulating, striking, folding, rubbing, and lifting. His previously small and constricted navel suddenly opened into a large hole, as big as a bowl, filled with darkness. It emitted a powerful suction force, and the "fragrance of abalone stall" that filled the air was completely absorbed by Master Jia's navel…

"Hahaha... So this is all there is to 'Zhu You Divine Skill'? A mere trick that can't defeat Jia Shiming!" Master Jia laughed wildly, looking up at the sky.

At this moment, Shen Caihua, who was watching from the sidelines, was taken aback. It turned out that the fleshy hole on Master Jia's stomach could both give birth to a spiritual fetus and absorb true energy... Looking at the old lady, she was already staring dumbfounded at Jia Shiming's stomach, at a loss for what to do.

In that instant, Shen Caihua made his move, uttering a series of Sanskrit chants: "Om Om Ho, Nangka Shana Taghahara..." This was his signature ninth move of the Zhuyou Divine Skill, "Opening the Heavenly Gate." He pointed his index finger to the sky, then leaped forward and slashed at Master Jia's belly...

"Swoosh..." An invisible stream of Zhu You True Qi shot out from the Shangyang acupoint on Xiao Caihua's index finger, sharp as a blade, and arrived suddenly from mid-air.

Suddenly, Master Jia felt a pain in his abdomen. His innate internal energy reacted immediately. From top to bottom, the internal energy flowed out from the acupoints along the line from Zhongwan, Shuifen, Qihai, Guanyuan, and Zhongji to resist and eliminate the external energy. Even so, a long bloody line was still drawn on his abdomen.

Master Jia was stunned and paled, and quickly leaped backward out of the circle.

Tang Jia San Shao crouched low, close to the cliff edge, and turned off his wireless tracker. He lay in ambush behind a clump of bushes, then gently parted the dense foliage to observe them quietly. They knew their strength was far from enough to contend with Jia Shi Ming or that old woman; they could only wait patiently for them to weaken each other before taking advantage of the situation.

In fact, the three of them would have seen Youliang and Nizi if they had walked a few dozen meters further, but they were afraid of being discovered and dared not go forward.

"You scoundrel! You dared to ambush me, and with such viciousness! I was almost disemboweled!" Master Jia roared in fury.

"Master Jia, your belly button is amazing! It can both give birth and breathe in!" Shen Caihua said with a grin.

"What kind of evil kung fu are you using?" Master Jia said indignantly.

"The magic of lard," Shen Caihua replied.

Master Jia was puzzled. This child's skills were far superior to his master's, but how could a disciple possibly surpass his master? It seemed best to stop while he was ahead and not get entangled with them any longer.

Thinking of this, he pulled his belly button back in and fastened his clothes.

Just then, someone in the distance said loudly, "Jia Shiming, you look good..." The pure Beijing accent sounded very familiar.

Master Jia squinted and looked around. Three people stood in the blinding sunlight. To the left was a distinguished old man with a white beard, a bright face, red lips, and white teeth—he seemed remarkably well-preserved. To the right was a thin, middle-aged man, resembling a monkey, with a clever air about him. The one in the middle, wearing a gray Zhongshan suit and with a square face, was none other than the leader…

Master Jia felt a chill run down his spine. Oh no, why is he here too? The leader is a man of deep cunning and meticulous planning. He would never do anything he wasn't sure of. Now that he has come in person, he must be confident and determined to succeed. It seems that the "Ghost Pot" is in jeopardy.

"Chief (Harmony?) You look quite well too," Master Jia replied respectfully.

"Master Jia, hand over the 'Ghost Pot,' and we shall part ways here forever." The leader's speech was always straightforward.

"Hehe..." Master Jia chuckled coldly twice, without answering. He thought to himself, "Let me go? Six years ago, wasn't Feng Sheng just following your orders to silence me? When have any promises made in officialdom ever been kept?"

After glancing at the leader (or perhaps receiving tacit approval), Master Qiao strode forward, cupped his hands in a fist salute, and proclaimed in a clear voice, "I am Master Qiao from the capital. I have long admired the 'Innate Qi Gong' of Daoist Jia Shiming of the Quanzhen Sect, which has reached a state of perfection. Today, I have come specifically to seek your guidance."

"Master Qiao?" Master Jia was stunned for a moment. He hadn't been back to the capital for a long time. He had heard rumors in the martial arts world that four great qigong masters had risen in the Central Plains in recent years: Yan Xin, Zhang Baosheng, Master Haideng, and Zhang Hongbao. But there was an even more powerful qigong master, but he was extremely low-key and never showed his face in public. Therefore, his reputation was far less famous than the other four. No one knew his real name; he was only known as "Master Qiao."

"This humble Taoist is Jia Shiming," Master Jia said calmly. He knew the visitor was not well-intentioned, so there was no need to be overly polite.

"Master Jia, I've heard that 'Innate Qi Gong' was created by Wang Chongyang, the founder of the Quanzhen School, eight hundred years ago. In this world, only you, Master Jia, know this divine skill. It is truly a great pleasure for you, Master Qiao, to have the opportunity to witness it in your lifetime," Master Qiao said with great interest.

"I only have a superficial understanding," Master Jia said coldly.

The Toyota SUV that the leader was riding in had been traveling west along the national highway since early morning, covering more than ten kilometers without finding any trace of Jia Shiming. The leader pondered, "Lou Yi, Master Jia is a cunning old fox. To avoid being followed by the director's men, he might have taken a back road. Let's turn back."