Three days later.

Zhang Guozhong was sitting in front of Li Erya's bed in a daze. Suddenly someone knocked on the door. When he opened the door, he found that it was Zhang Guoyi, Lao Liutou and Liu Dongsheng.

"What did that person do in the end..." Zhang Guozhong said listlessly.

"Leave it to the Malaysian government for handling..." Liu Dongsheng spread his hands, and his face was full of helplessness.

"Leave it to Malaysia!?" Zhang Guozhong's fire suddenly jumped to his head, "He was doing a case in China!"

"But he was not the Chinese who killed..." Liu Dongsheng said helplessly, "And that person committed suicide..."

"Oh!!" Zhang Guozhong sat on the chair.

"Old Zhang, listen to me..." Liu Dongsheng also moved a chair, "The sword also has your fingerprints, and when we arrived, you held the sword on his neck, and now the witness is dead. If the trial is in China, it will be detrimental to you. I think this is also good!"

"How do you think the Malay government will sentence him?" Zhang Guozhong asked, "Is it possible to sentence him to death?"

"I don't know how to sentence me, but I will definitely not be sentenced to death!" Liu Dongsheng's attitude was decisive.

"Why?" Zhang Guozhong frowned.

"Because Malaysia has no death penalty..." Liu Dongsheng shrugged, and Zhang Guozhong was completely desperate...

"Your senior brother, these are the things found from the villa he mentioned. Each piece is national treasure... The people from the Cultural Relics Bureau were stunned..." Liu Dongsheng smiled slightly, "In the end, I...I didn't say his identity... I just said that he was just a Hong Kong antique collector, and he had just seen the goods in that villa... Old man, he is still running away now! Hahaha..." After that, Liu Dongsheng took out a dozen photos from his handbag and handed them to Zhang Guozhong. Zhang Guozhong had no intention of seeing these things, but Old Liu stepped forward and took the photos from Liu Dongsheng's hand and pulled out the last two photos, "Guozhong, look at what it is..."

After taking the photo, Zhang Guozhong was also stunned. He had seen this thing with his own eyes - Wuling Mountain.

I took out the second one and saw a yellow and orange letter scroll spread out on the desk. Because this photo was only partial, I could vaguely see the first few words of the letter scroll: "In the ninth year of Yonghe, the year was in Guichou, and at the beginning of late spring, I met at Lanting in Shanyin, Kuaiji..."

"This...this is..." Zhang Guozhong couldn't believe his eyes. It seemed that this baby senior brother was really patriotic. His family's fortune was copied by the Public Security Bureau. He didn't even say that he had taken out and sold it. If all the things were to be sold, it would probably be enough for Liang Xiaolan to live in that noble ward to destroy the earth... "This...this is not copied by later generations..."

"Did you copy it? There will be a result in a few days..." Old Liu smiled slightly, "I haven't seen the authentic one before. I keep this photo as a souvenir... Guozhong, don't rob me..." To be honest, Zhang Guozhong didn't have time to rob him of this...

Two weeks later.

That evening, Zhang Guozhong had just bought some food from downstairs to go upstairs. Suddenly, Zhang Guoyi came again. Behind him were shorter old men, just like Zhang Yicheng. He was wearing a blue jacket and his beard looked a bit like Old Liu's head, but his face should be much more flat than Old Liu's head, and his whole body was dirty. At first glance, he looked like a waste collector, but he must have a bit of accentuated temperament.

"Brother, this old man said it's yours...what is the same?"

"Fellow practitioner..." The old man smiled all over his face, and he heard the voice quite kindly.

"Yes! Fellow practitioner. Haha, fellow practitioner! I went to our unit today, so I brought him here..." Zhang Guoyi smiled all over his face, and he had a little bit of a show of merit. When he heard the words "Fellow practitioner", he was so scared that the lunch box in Zhang Guozhong was almost squeezing to the ground. He thought to himself, my God, the previous fellow practitioner almost destroyed my family. Why did the fellow practitioner come again? Could it be that Wang Sizhao sent him to take revenge?

"Oh... this is the head of Zhang Guozhong, right?" the old man smiled slightly.

"The headmaster dares not be a tutor! I wonder if seniors are looking for me... what's the price?" Zhang Guozhong put the lunch box on the table and clasped his fists.

"Well... I went to Hong Kong not long ago and met Mr. Wang Bolun. He said you held a press conference in Hong Kong to rehabilitate Yun Lingzi." Although the old man was not tall, his words and deeds showed an indescribable domineering aura.

"Wang Brun?" Zhang Guozhong thought carefully. When he gave the invitation, he did give it to this person. He was the descendant of the Liu Chuxuan Suishan Sect of Quanzhenzong. "Oh... I remembered that I held the press conference, and I went to the invitation of Master Wang himself... But in fact, the one who gave senior Yun Lingzi was his grandson, and I was just helping..."

"Well! Master Zhang is indeed very angry, and he is so humble..." The old man smiled. This smile made Zhang Guozhong laugh. He told the truth. How could he become "uneven, humble and humble"? Even if he flatters, it is too technical, right?

"President Zhang, I remember that back then, I had a lot of dates with Yun Lingzi. If you can clear his reputation, I will bring him to thank you! I wanted to visit him, but I heard that Ling Nei was in poor health, so I came here..."

"Dare you ask me...Zuan the name?" Zhang Guozhong was a little awkward when he heard the old man's words. He had been reforming and opening up for so many years, so why did he have the word "Ling Nei"? This old man knows Yun Lingzi? It's not like that. If he really knows Yun Lingzi, he is not 90 years old now, but seeing that this old man is at most in his early sixties and his hair is still black, how could he know Yun Lingzi?

"The reputation is humble and the name is cheap... not worth mentioning..." The old man smiled and had already walked to Li Erya, looking up and about to turn Li Erya's eyelids.

"Hey...!" Zhang Guoyi was about to come forward to stop him, but was stopped by Zhang Guozhong. He knew how to roll his eyelids, and probably he was not an outsider. What if there was a way?

"Well..., this is an evil technique in Nanyang, called 'Mystery', which has been unprecedented for many years..." The old man was slow and pierced Li Erya's curled palm again, "The technique is superficial and not very proficient... Can you ask Master Zhang, why would the inner arts be harmed?"

"This is a long story... I dare to ask senior, what do you mean..." Zhang Guozhong even felt a hint of joy when he heard the old man say this.

"I mean, the person who casts his magic tricks is cruel, but he is not a master!" The old man smiled slightly.

"You mean...she...she still has rescue...!" Zhang Guozhong's face was full of excitement.

"It's..." The old man stroked his beard and smiled slightly.

"Then..." Zhang Guozhong was so excited that he didn't know what to do, "I'd like to ask senior Shi Fang to save people!"

"Not busy..." the old man smiled, "Teacher Zhang, you haven't answered my question yet! Why did Ling Nei harm this technique?"

"This..." Zhang Guozhong thought about it carefully. Yun Lingzi's friend must not be a bad person. Moreover, since this person asked about the cause of his wife, he probably didn't know Wang Sizhao, so it would be okay to say... "Senior, please sit down..." Zhang Guozhong winked at Zhang Guoyi. Zhang Guoyi was sensible and said goodbye immediately. It took more than two hours to Zhang Guozhong to tell the old man about how Wang Zhenjiang rebelled and how to come to the mainland to cause trouble. He heard the old man nodded repeatedly, "So, the five sons of Maoshan died at the hands of the second son Wang Sizhao? This person is now in Malaysia?" The old man frowned.

"Well..." Zhang Guozhong nodded, "There is no death penalty in Malaysia. It seems that this kid is cheap... he only broke one hand..."

"Oh...! It seems that Brother Sijia is really unfortunate!" The old man sighed.

"Senior... do you... know my uncle?" Zhang Guozhong was stunned...

"Haha... the country is about to perish, so how can the Tao remain... When I said this, I felt my heart in my heart. I remembered my Chinese Taoist Sect. How many people don't know Brother Sijia?" The old man did not answer Zhang Guozhong's question directly. "President Zhang, since the evil technique that is important in the country comes from Wang Sizhao's hands, why do I have the reason to stand by? Please take a hot towel..."

"Oh... OK... OK... Wait, I'll go to the water room now..." Zhang Guozhong picked up the basin towel and went to the water room. If he wanted to be lucky, he would be unlucky. Zhang Guozhong was also unlucky enough. It was difficult for the water room in this hospital to get some cold water, but he dared that the water tap would come out of the faucet at this time.

"Damn... I really know how to pick it..." Zhang Guozhong ran downstairs again, and saw that there was a long queue of seven or eight people in the water room downstairs. Each person held at least two thermos and four. The water output of the hot water faucet was smaller than that of peeing. He filled a thermos for at least three minutes.

"What a fuck..." Zhang Guozhong was almost anxious, so he simply went down another floor. This floor was better, with a large amount of water, and there were only two people in line. However, after Zhang Guozhong received hot water and heated the towel back to the ward, he found that the old man had disappeared just now, and Li Erya on the bed was coughing slightly...

"Cough..." With a thud, Zhang Guozhong's tears were almost falling, and the basin in his hand fell to the ground with a thud. The symptoms of coughing mean that the body has responded to external stimulation, which means that the soul has returned... "Cough...! Doctor...!!! The patient is coughing!!!" Zhang Guozhong ran out of the house. None of the people in the surrounding wards were puzzled. I thought this was not a neurotic hospital. The patient coughed twice. As for...

With a click, a small note fell from Li Erya's hand to the ground:

The bandits come to the east and want to block them

Zu Enyang

The children of all four have not responded

The discussion on the short and long in Kunlun Mountains

Where is the way to perish in the country

I feel ashamed of being so sorry for one word

From now on, the head of the country will be a national affairs

Only then can you know whether there is a permanent state

Our hearts will be broken

How to be a grudge in the future

The fearlessness of life and death

But I wish the stones would return to Yin and Yang

Looking at this note, Zhang Guozhong suddenly realized, could it be him...?

In front of the hospital bed, Li Erya could already sit up and drink water. She sat next to the bedside table. Old Liu held the paper and frowned, "Guozhong, what did you see in this poem?"

"Senior brother, do you still remember the 'breaking poem' in Fengchi?" Zhang Guozhong took the pen and pointed a few commas on the poem. The meaning of the whole poem immediately became much clearer:

The bandits came from the east and wanted to stop the disaster. However, Zu Rong promoted all directions, and his children did not respond to Kunlun. The mountains discussed the shortcomings and deficiencies. Where can the country be destroyed? I feel ashamed of being the head of the head. From then on, I was shocked by national affairs. Only then did I know that I had the unconventional hearts and we would have to break the grudges of our generation. How could we be the tragedy of future generations?

"The 'Kunlun' in this poem refers to Feng Kunlun!" Zhang Guozhong said, "Isn't this person the first person Ma Sijia looked for back then?"

"Could this be..." Old Liu was also stunned, "Yuan Shaoyi, Longhu Mountain?"

"That's right! I would rather guard the dust of the country and not expect the bandits to thief to thief a hundred miles away. Even though I can't get back, I look back at the Chinese temple. I think he is 100% Yuan Shaoyi!" At this moment, Zhang Guozhong also remembered Yuan Shaoyi's desperate poem recorded in "Detailed Records of the Chinese Anti-Japanese War Actions", "I guess he was the one who went down to the pond before Senior Brother Zhenyun, laid the iron bamboo formation, and left a broken poem, and taught his descendants how to escape!"

"'We have to break up our grudges, how can we be the last generation?' So... He is going to go to Malaysia to clean up Wang Sizhao himself?" Old Liu smiled and said that although the big brother said he was half a beat late, he was still better than not showing up... "So... he has also learned how to use that skilled alchemy? Or... he has also eaten Qiu Dan?"

"I think it's very likely!" Zhang Guozhong said, "First of all, if he is really Yuan Shaoyi, his actual age should be over 100, but he looks much younger than you!"

"Don't compete with me..." Old Liu annoyed others and said that he was old, "I'm worried!"

"Second... look at these last two sentences!" Zhang Guozhong pointed to the last two sentences on the note: Life and death are beyond fear, but he wishes to return to Yin and Yang.

"I have studied these two sentences for a long time, but I can't break them. These two sentences are two whole sentences! I mentioned to him the last wish of Senior Brother Zhenyun, hoping to enter the cycle of reincarnation again. He is teaching us the method!"

"What method can this be?" Old Liu frowned, "To be honest, I have been thinking about this these days. According to Dai Jinshuang's words, after eating the Qiudan, there is yin energy alive, but when he dies, the yang energy will appear. Guozhong, this soul has yang energy, and it is harder to be able to be saved than climbing to heaven..." Old Liu said while sucking his teeth. Maoshan Technique believes that if the soul has yang energy, it will become an evil ghost. Zhang Guozhong's "Yang Soul Method" was prepared to die with the resentment in Bashan, which used this principle, but the "Yang Soul Method" has a time limit. The yang energy on the soul can only be maintained for a while. Once the time limit passes, it can still be reborn. However, who knows how long the yang energy carried by the soul of this person who eats the "Qiudan" and produces "mutation", who knows how long will the yang energy carried by the soul of his soul last...?

"Senior brother, look at this sentence: 'But I wish the stones would return to Yin and Yang', I think the mystery lies in this sentence!" Zhang Guozhong thought about it.

"Pianshi..." Old Liu was also thinking, "Why is it so familiar... Oh! I remembered that there is such a place under the Maoshan Grand Mao Peak, which is now a scenic spot..."

"Maoshan?" Zhang Guozhong has also been to Maoshan, but most of them go to do business and have no time to enjoy the scenery. "What's special about that place?"

"Maoshan Maofeng is the 'peak of the thousand peaks' chosen by the Sanmao Zhenjun. There is a divine pond on the top, gathering the yang of thousands of mountains in the middle, and absorbing the yin of the four seas in the middle. It is drought but not drought, and flooding but not flooding. It is actually a treasure land that harmonizes the yin and yang..." Lao Liu stroked his beard and felt a little bit of the strength of a private school teacher. "The Yin is Yin, and the Yang is Yang, so it is harmonious! If a person needs Yang to help, it weakens its yin, and things need Yin to help, it avoids its yang. Therefore, it is to adjust. Thousands of mountains are difficult to distinguish, and thousands of ridges are reluctant to leave the treasure land. If the world can choose yin and yang to adjust, only Maoshan is... Guozhong, Yuan Shaoyi's meaning is to let us go under the stones under Maoshan Maofeng, use the energy of heaven and earth to remove the turbid yang energy above the soul of Senior Brother Dai, and let the fourth brother be free!"

One month later...

Although Li Erya's body has basically recovered, his father's death has hit him a lot. Fortunately, many acquaintances in the village came forward to comfort him. Li Erya is better. After the funeral for his father-in-law, Zhang Guozhong and Lao Liu immediately came to Maoshan with the dead jade sealed with the two souls of Dai Jin.

"Good Mountain..." On the big Mao Peak, Zhang Guozhong enjoyed the panoramic view of Maoshan for the first time. No wonder the Mao family's three brothers chose such a place to practice Taoist temple. Although Maoshan is not high, the trend of the mountains is obviously a trend of gathering energy and blessings, several times stronger than the mixed mountains and ridges he has been to. No wonder the ancient emperors came here from thousands of miles to pray for blessings and longevity. With this kind of mountain gathering energy, let alone doing rituals, even if you can get lucky after staying in the Taoist temple for a day or two...!

"Pianshi is right in front..." The Taoist priest Qingzhu, who is responsible for leading the way, usually likes to dance and do things ink, so he can chat with Lao Liu. "I guess you are not just here to see the scenery, right?"

"We want to recite scriptures for one of my friends..." Zhang Guozhong didn't want to reveal too much.

"Recite the scriptures? Why do you have to come here to recite the scriptures?" Taoist Master Qingzhu was stunned.

"There is a long story, and my friend is very sinful..." Zhang Guozhong sighed, "The most important thing is that I think he should go home and have a look..."

"He is also a man from Jurong?" Taoist Qingzhu smiled.

"He is from Nanjing! But he..." Zhang Guozhong looked at the dead jade in his hand, "but his roots are in Maoshan..."

It is said to be a sacrificial salvation, but in practice it is much more difficult than ordinary sacrificial salvation. Zhang Guozhong, Old Liu, found a good place near Pianshi, and then followed Taoist Master Qingzhu back to the Taoist temple. In the following months, under Pianshi, two Taoists, one old and one young, recited scriptures until night. It is strange that it is rainy at this time, but the Pianshi area has never fallen a drop of rain...

postscript:
To be continued...