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As expected, the ancestor leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed, dressed in white, as if in a deep sleep...

Unable to contain his excitement, Han Sheng softly called out with tears in his eyes, "Ancestor..."

But the ancestor didn't react at all...

Han Sheng hurriedly reached out to take his pulse, and was taken aback. A normal person's pulse has 28 types, with four beats per breath (i.e., four beats per breath), and the pulse is present in all three positions (cun, guan, chi), neither floating nor sinking, gentle and strong. However, the old ancestor's pulse was not among these 28 types, but rather the "middle yin pulse".

After a person dies, the heart stops beating and blood stops flowing, so ordinary doctors naturally cannot feel the pulse. However, this is not the case. In the intermediate state between death and death, within forty-nine days, the weak biomagnetic field in the body has not completely dissipated. A skilled doctor can sense this through the cun, guan, and chi positions, and this is called the "intermediate state pulse".

“Mother is a ‘yin-xiang person’,” Mo Mo exclaimed as she pulled her ancestor out of the jeep.

Han Sheng was astonished at the sight and stepped forward to support the old ancestor. Sure enough, his body was extremely light, almost weightless. Just then, he vaguely sensed a voice in his mind, an excited and urgent voice: "Let me out..."

That is the soul of the ancestor.

Chapter 178

In the main hall of Fushou Palace, Han Sheng gently placed the ancestor on the prayer mat and seated her in a cross-legged meditation posture. Mo Mo used her small hands to push her waist from behind to prevent her from falling backward.

“Talent, now you need to release the ancestor’s soul into his true form. Do you remember what happened six years ago at the Aoyama Cemetery in Japan?” Han Sheng coaxed patiently.

Shen Caihua frowned, pondered intently, and after a long while, nodded.

"You used a kind of witchcraft to release the souls of those Japanese soldiers from the Zhuyou relics. Do you still remember those incantations?" Han Sheng asked again.

Shen Caihua thought for a moment, then said helplessly, "I can't remember."

"Think about it again, this is very important," Han Sheng encouraged.

After a long pause, Shen Caihua shook his head in frustration.

The Hakka old woman said with regret, "The three Zhuyou sisters only know five forms of 'Zhuyou Divine Skill,' but this little talent seems to be something they were born with, yet it's inexplicable and hard to explain, which really puzzles this old woman."

In fact, not only did the Hakka nanny not understand, but Han Sheng was also completely baffled. Little did he know that the two babies had secretly absorbed all of Guo Pu's Zhuyou True Qi contained in the "Zhuyou Burial Ruler". Later, in the belly of the giant python, Mo Mo's part of Zhuyou True Qi was taken away by the ghost baby, and the wrinkled baby girl completely transformed into a fair-skinned and beautiful little girl.

Of course, they couldn't possibly know that what Shen Cai couldn't recall, the incantation that released the souls of Japanese soldiers in the Qingshan Cemetery, was the eighteenth form of the Zhuyou Divine Skill—"Heavenly Mystery and Earthly Yellow".

"Sigh..." Han Sheng stood up and said helplessly, "We can only wait until Cai Hua remembers before we can treat him."

Mo Mo held Cai Hua's hand, her eyes brimming with tears, and pleaded with him, "Cai Hua, you have to think of something quickly..."

Meanwhile, Elder Peng, leading several disciples of Fushou Palace, was cleaning the two corpses in the main hall. Following local Burmese customs, they used hot water to cleanse Master Qiao and the bodyguard in the backyard, dressed them in two sets of new lay clothes, tied their big toes and thumbs together, and placed coins in their mouths as payment for their journey to the underworld. They then used the banknotes left by the leader to buy coffins, cremated them at a local temple, and prepared to have their ashes placed in urns and stored in Fushou Palace for permanent interment.

Although Amin was kicked by the dwarf and momentarily lost his breath, fortunately he wasn't seriously injured and had recovered. When he saw Hansheng again, he was overjoyed and told him that he had married Xiaoqin and had a daughter, as if he had endless things to say.

"Hansheng, although Jia Shiming is cunning, please lend a helping hand for the sake of Momo's master," said the Hakka nanny.

“Hansheng’s father, Master Jia carried Momo all the way here…” Shen Caihua said.

Han Sheng smiled slightly and said, "Since the ancestor is alive, Han Sheng has nothing more to say. Let me see what his condition is." After saying that, he stepped forward to take his pulse and examine him.

"Master Jia has no external injuries, but it seems he has lost all his internal energy," the Hakka nanny explained from the side.

Han Sheng nodded, puzzled, and said, "Strange, there is no true qi left in Jia Shiming's dantian. Normally, even if a person is exhausted from a fierce battle, there should still be a small amount of true qi left in their dantian. Moreover, he is a top expert of the Quanzhen Sect."

“Yes, that is…” The Hakka woman was also puzzled.

“There’s only one possibility…” Han Sheng pondered, his expression showing some unease.

"What's possible?" the Hakka woman asked.

“Jia Shiming’s true energy was absorbed by someone,” Han Sheng said seriously.

When Ao Lao and Huang Jianguo suddenly appeared in the Yuxi Grand Canyon, Hakka Granny and Shen Caihua were fighting against Master Qiao, so they did not pay attention to the conversation between Huang Jianguo and the leader. They thought he was still the strange man they had saved in Kokang. They did not know that this man was Huang Jianguo, the enemy who had stolen the corpse energy of her husband Li Dishui.

"There were no other experts in the main hall just now..." the Hakka old woman said, frowning as she recalled.

Han Sheng pondered to himself that, besides Huang Jianguo, there was another person in the world who knew the "Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique," namely the father and son he and his father-in-law Wu Chushanren had met in the rainforest: Ao Lao and his foolish son.

"As far as I know, there are only two people in the world who can absorb Jia Shiming's innate internal energy. One is Huang Jianguo, and the other is the son of Ao Lao, a high-ranking official of the Burmese Communist Party who lives in Kokang. He is a simpleton (meaning an idiot in the Ganbei dialect)." Han Sheng slowly expressed his doubts.

“A few days ago, in the Yuxi Grand Canyon, Master Ao was killed by Master Qiao. That silly, strange man was also blown up, but he was not Master Ao’s son, because Master Ao had never been married,” the Hakka nanny said.

"Hansheng's father, that old fool was taken away from the capital by Elder Anxi, but was later captured by that scoundrel Ao in Kokang," Shen Caihua interjected.

Upon hearing this, Han Sheng sensed that there must be something fishy going on, so he asked Elder Anxi, "Elder, who is that person?"

"I met this man six years ago on Wangfujing Street in Beijing. He had an ugly and old face, but the body of a young man. What was most strange was his neck, which had a ring of purple, knotted flesh. I sensed from him the 'demon-repelling spell' of the second Karmapa of the Black Hat lineage, Karma Pakshi, seven hundred years ago. I was greatly shocked, so I secretly took him to the underground cave of Xieshan Mountain in Poyang Lake, intending to solve this mystery. However, six years have passed, and I have made no progress until I met Xiao Xiao..." Elder Anxi recounted the events of six years ago, going south to southwestern Yunnan, crossing the border into Kokang, and finally encountering danger on the Nmai River.

“Oh, so that’s the origin of the strange man that Master Ao asked the old woman to help him cure…” the Hakka old woman said with a sudden realization. Then she recounted how she used incantation magic to cure the strange man that Master Ao had captured in the Kokang West Mountain Grottoes. Finally, she said, “This pure yang mantra lock of the Karma Kagyu school of Tantric Buddhism is probably the ‘exorcising spell’ that Elder Anxi mentioned.”

Upon hearing this, Han Sheng was secretly shocked. He recalled the incident six years ago in Nanshan Village, when he had stuffed the string of prayer beads belonging to the old lama of Danba into Huang Jianguo's throat, causing Huang to go mad and run away without a trace. Now, connecting all the clues, he could conclude that this ugly freak was Huang Jianguo himself...

"Is he really dead?" Han Sheng asked cautiously.

"His arms and legs were blown off, covered in blood; he's definitely dead," the Hakka woman replied definitively.

"Then, who absorbed Jia Shiming's true energy? Could there be other people in the world who know the 'Intermediate Yin Corpse Absorption Technique'?" Han Sheng muttered to himself.

The group looked at each other, none of them able to give a clear answer.

“It seems that only by reviving Master Jia can we know the truth,” Han Sheng said. “Right now, I will use acupuncture to gather all the remaining Qi scattered in his eight extraordinary meridians and force it into his Qi Sea as a guide. The recovery of his true Qi will be a long process, and it will be impossible to recover in a year or two.”

Han Sheng asked Elder Peng to carry Jia Shiming to the bed in the monk's room, remove all his clothes, and then take out a cloth bag from his bosom, take out silver needles, and prepare to treat him.

"Dad Hansheng, can I borrow 'Hanqing' for a moment?" Chen Caihua tugged at Hansheng's clothes and whispered.

Han Sheng looked at him in surprise, took out the bottle of "Hanqing" from the Hakka old woman and handed it to him. Xiao Caihua ran out of the monk's room in a flash.

Han Sheng used silver needles to pierce all 52 single acupoints, 300 double acupoints, and 50 extra acupoints on Master Jia's body, a total of 720 acupoints. After several hours, he finally condensed the scattered true qi of Master Jia into the dantian.

"Let's see when he wakes up on his own..." Han Sheng sighed and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Inside the main hall, Shen Caihua plucked a large piece of "Hanqing" from the bottle and smeared it into Xiong Dahai's blind right eye, comforting him by saying, "Dahai, this stuff works really well. You'll grow a new eye soon."

"Thank you, young master," Xiong Dahai said gratefully, his tears flowing freely. This further strengthened his resolve to pass on Tongbei Quan to Shen Caihua.

"Mother, when will you wake up? This is 'Little Cui'er,' my good friend. You will definitely like it..." On the prayer mat in the main hall, Mo Mo was whispering to the old ancestor.

"Meow..." The big black cat seemed to understand, meowing softly and wagging its tail in a friendly manner.

Shen Caihua quietly approached Mo Mo's side. He hated himself for not being able to remember the incantation... "Mo Mo, I'll remember it," he promised.

"You Liang, you bastard!" Suddenly, Jia Shiming's angry shouts came from inside the monk's room.

Upon hearing this, Momo and Caihua hurriedly ran into the room and saw that Master Jia had regained consciousness, but seemed weak and was leaning against the headboard.

“Master…” Mo Mo threw herself into Jia Shiming’s arms.

Upon hearing this, Han Sheng and the Hakka nanny rushed into the monk's room.

"Master Jia, you're finally awake," the Hakka woman said with a sigh of relief. "It was Hansheng who saved you."

Jia Shiming's gaze fell upon Han Sheng, and a flood of emotions overwhelmed him. Finally, he said awkwardly, "Han Sheng, I am ashamed..."

Han Sheng smiled faintly and asked, "Master Jia, who drained your true energy?"

"It's Youliang!" Jia Shiming said indignantly, "The commander attacked my spine acupoint, which is why Master Qiao was able to strike successfully. It was Youliang who took advantage of my inability to resist and sucked away my innate qi through my Lieque acupoint..."

"Who is Youliang?" Hansheng asked, puzzled.

"It's the boy standing next to the leader," the Hakka woman explained.

Han Sheng recalled that there was such an unremarkable boy, and exclaimed in surprise, "That boy actually knows the 'Intermediate State Corpse Suction Technique'?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Mo shook her head and said, "Master, I know that Brother Youliang doesn't know martial arts."

"I am also puzzled. Back in Tongguan, he was just a simple little monk who knew nothing. How could he have become so powerful in just a few months..." Jia Shiming was also puzzled.

Han Sheng thought for a moment and asked, "Has this You Liang ever been in contact with Huang Jianguo?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"This Youliang palm grabs Master Jia's Lieque acupoint and uses Laogong to reverse the flow of true qi. Lieque has the shape of lightning, which is similar to the image of the heavenly court being shattered. It is also called 'Tongxuan'. It is the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin and the point where the eight extraordinary meridians meet. Judging from this technique, he is still far inferior to Huang Jianguo in absorbing people's true qi from mid-air. However, given time, he will probably eventually become a peerless demon in the martial arts world..." Han Sheng said with deep concern.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, their hearts filled with dread.

"Master Jia, I have needled 720 acupoints around your body, gathering the last bit of true energy in your dantian. Your recovery from now on depends on yourself," Han Sheng said.

"Thank you very much," Jia Shiming said gratefully.

"You may all leave. I have something to discuss with Master Jia privately," Han Sheng said to everyone.

Everyone left the monks' quarters, and Han Sheng gently closed the door behind him.

"Master Jia, six years ago in Myitkyina, the Ancestor was killed by you. It was Xiao Caihua and I who buried him. The tropical rainforest is humid and hot, and maggots breed there. The Ancestor's body should have decomposed quickly. How come it is intact today?" Han Sheng asked.

“This was done by Mengla Chaweng Kunba. He transformed the ancestor’s corpse into a ‘yin-yang person’, which is why it was preserved,” Jia Shiming explained in his reply.

“Mong La Chaweng Kunba? The Grand Master of Siam…” Han Sheng exclaimed in surprise.

"That's right. In the rainforest of the Savage Mountain in Myitkyina, he used the 'Yin Xiangren' ancestor to abduct female infants from mountain villages and concoct some kind of 'Yin Ying Jiao'..." Jia Shiming recounted the entire process in detail.

"Oh, so that's how it is. It's fortunate that Kunba discovered and preserved the ancestor's remains in time and created the 'Yin Xiang Ren,' giving us a chance to resurrect the ancestor," Han Sheng exclaimed sincerely.

"I have already given the Ancestor a bottle of 'Returning Soul Water' from Elder Anxi, but she is still in a deep sleep. Elder Anxi said that the Ancestor's soul is lost," Jia Shiming said with a sigh.

Han Sheng nodded and said, "That's right, the ancestor's soul is with me."

Chapter 179

Elder Anxi handed over the management of Fushou Palace to several local lamas, and he and Elder Peng set off with Hansheng and others to the snowy plateau they longed for, the birthplace of the Bon religion.

At dusk, the Shwedagon Pagoda gleams in the afterglow of the setting sun, attracting throngs of tourists.

In the parking lot, Master Xufeng bid farewell to Hansheng and the others. He planned to take a flight from Yangon to Beijing, China, as Baiyun Temple was where he had taken vows and practiced his faith.

Amin drove the jeep, and everyone squeezed into the vehicle. They left the Shwedagon Pagoda and headed north along the Manyang Highway overnight.

In the parking lot, a young man dressed in the local attire of a collarless, long-sleeved shirt, a black longyi, and a white cloth "gangbao" overheard their conversation. He then opened the door of an old Toyota sedan in the corner and hurriedly said, "Chairman Song, they plan to drive north along the Manyang Highway, through Mandalay to Kanpaidi in Myitkyina, and then walk across the Gaoligong Mountains, cross the Nu River to Tengchong." This man was the subordinate sent by the leader to assist Song Diweng, who understood Burmese.

The little dwarf Song Diweng poked his head out from under the seat and said with satisfaction, "Very good. Now that we know where they are, there's no need for us to take a rental car and follow them all the way. We might as well go directly to Tengchong County and wait for them."

“President Song, we can take an overnight train from Yangon to Lashio via Mandalay, and then take a bus to Namkhammuse to cross the border into Ruili, which is very close to Tengchong.” The man was an expert on Myanmar and knew the geography very well.

“Okay, we’ll take the train tonight,” Song Diweng nodded and said.

The two took a taxi to Yangon Railway Station, hurriedly boarded a night train, and traveled overnight to Mandalay.

The jeep traveled north through Bago Region and arrived in Mandalay early the next morning. After breakfast, they drove non-stop to Myitkyina and soon after nightfall, they finally arrived at the village of Kanbaidi Amin.

From afar, the village was brightly lit with candles and bustling with people. Many villagers dressed in the traditional clothing of the Dai and Miao people carried long knives and hunting rifles, held up pine torches, and made a constant commotion.

"Something's happened!" Amin exclaimed in surprise, flooring the accelerator pedal and speeding the jeep into the village.

"Amin is back..." People made way for him, and Amin jumped out of the car and hurried forward.

In the firelight, she glimpsed her father surrounded by a group of Dai and Miao mountain people, seemingly arguing about something. Xiaoqin stood beside her father, holding a carbine in her hand, her body trembling with tension.