Chapter 3, Ancient Tomb.

Panting, panting... It searched with all its might, sweating profusely, but still couldn't catch a whiff of the "fox stink" of the Gu people.

Together, they slowly lifted the heavy coffin lid. Under the moonlight, a brown skeleton, only a little over three feet long, lay quietly there...

What do you mean, exactly? He Zheren seemed to not understand.

He Zheren sighed deeply: "I have searched through all the ancient books, official histories, and unofficial histories of Langzhong County, but there is no record of Li Yin in later generations, only an ancient legend passed down among the Bo people. According to the terrain of the Panlong Mountain dragon vein, every feng shui spot has been thoroughly explored, but no useful clues have been found. Where exactly did Li Chunfeng bury Li Yin? It is truly difficult for us ordinary people to fathom. Perhaps it is because of this that the tomb of the 'Gu person' may still remain undiscovered, perhaps lurking somewhere in these mountains."

In front of a ancient ruins with broken walls, Uncle Fei stopped his steps. The pig's nose was sniffing around on the ground, and finally stopped under a twisted and coiled ancient pine tree. The pig's nose raised up and made an excited "hmm" sound.

"What is 'Wu Pig'?" Ke'er is very interested.

Uncle Fei watched coldly from the side, this cunning person really knows how to talk nonsense, no wonder he can be the county party secretary.

He Zheren remained silent, with glistening eyes at the corners, as if filled with tears.

Uncle Fei nodded. The climate in southern China during the summer is hot and humid, especially in Shenzhen, Guangdong. There are many people who suffer from body odor, which is much more unpleasant than the smell of pig manure.

This is an abandoned ancient temple. Could the tomb of the Gu person be hidden underneath? This is completely against feng shui. He showed extreme confusion.

With a loud "clang", the iron hoe seemed to be digging into a hard object.

He Zheren sneered softly: "The sense of smell of pigs is the most sensitive among animals in nature. They can distinguish any odor and even detect objects buried several meters underground, far surpassing dogs. Not to mention that Xiao Wu is not an ordinary pig, but a witch pig."

He Zheren snorted and ignored it.

The Bouyei ethnic group? I haven't heard of it among the 56 ethnic groups in China.

Secretary Xing nodded and said, "Since Xiao Wu cannot smell the unique body odor of the 'Gu person', what about corpse worms? The natural odor of insects from ancient times is different from that of ordinary insects..." He thought of himself, and his own Routuoman carried a hint of the primitive smell from the barbaric era."

Since hundreds of years ago, after cultivating into human form under the ancient pagoda at Jialing Mountain in Fushi County, on the Loess Plateau in northern Shaanxi, he traveled all over the famous mountains and visited renowned teachers, and finally reached the level of Zimo. Originally intended to control the political situation in the Central Plains through the "Chicken Coop Plan", but unexpectedly failed and was actually defeated by this guy, reverting back to his original form, which is truly despicable.

Uncle Fei shook his head and sat down on the ground, exhausted.

"Xiao Wu, when the rooster crows at the hour of Chou, it is the time when the Yin energy is the heaviest. Hurry and go find the Gu person," instructed He Zheren.

He Zheren's gloomy gaze fixed on Secretary Xing, and he slowly said, "Corpse insect."

He Zheren remained silent for a long time before whispering, "The corpse insects fed by Sun Simiao to Li Yin were taken from the Bolo Mo (witch doctor) of the Bo ethnic group and are the most magical witchcraft in the world. 'Corpse insects' are actually the 'three corpses and nine worms' from ancient times in the Central Plains Taoism. The three corpses are Peng Ju, nicknamed Ahe, Peng Zhi, nicknamed Zuozhi, and Peng Ji, nicknamed Jixi. The nine worms are Fu, Hui, Bai, Rou, Fei, Wei, Ge, Chi, and Qiang. After Bolo Mo left the Bo Wang Mountain to meet the Medicine King in Langzhong, he disappeared without a trace. For more than a thousand years, his whereabouts have always been a mystery, and the methods of feeding corpse insects and gu people have also been lost to this day. The Bo people have no written language, and this matter has been passed down through generations as a secret. If we can find the secret technique of Bolo Mo's corpse insects, it can revive the Bo ethnic group. That's why I have been hiding under the Panlong Mountain, searching for the tomb of the 'gu person'."

Uncle Fei glared at Secretary Xing, this arrogant person is like an ancient giant insect possessing his body, yet he still criticizes feudal superstitions, truly speaking with a forked tongue. Reflecting on myself, the Eight Eyebrow Earth Pig also originates from ancient times, with pure bloodline and extraordinary intelligence, unlike those foreign white-haired stupid pigs that are being introduced now. Apart from mindlessly eating and sleeping to fatten themselves up, they are just waiting to be slaughtered and eaten, utterly devoid of any redeeming qualities. Reflecting on myself, the Eight Eyebrow Earth Pig also originates from ancient times, with pure bloodline and extraordinary intelligence, unlike those foreign white-haired stupid pigs that are being introduced now. Apart from mindlessly eating and sleeping to fatten themselves up, they are just waiting to be slaughtered and eaten, utterly devoid of any redeeming qualities.

He Zheren explained triumphantly, "It refers to the pigs raised by ancient Bo people's shamans with supernatural powers."

Strange old man, has this Li Yin been underground for over a thousand years without coming out? Ke'er thought of the days when her father suffered beneath the navel of Guanzhong, so she sympathetically asked.

He Zheren exclaimed, "Little witch, did you smell 'corpse insects'?"

"Lao He, your words are problematic. Sun Simiao, the King of Medicine, has a noble character. He has been revered as a role model by generations of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. How could he possibly feed people with poisonous insects?" Secretary Xing retorted.

Secretary Xing looked at her with a loving gaze and shook his head, saying, "Ke'er, a pig is just a pig, naturally bred and raised by the working people to be fattened and slaughtered for meat. Don't believe those unscientific superstitions."

Fei Shu leapt up, not bad. This Ruhou speaks very reasonably. He had already smelled a faint and peculiar smell, which was completely different from all kinds of smells in the world. Could that be the smell of "corpse insects"?

Secretary Xing subconsciously touched his neck. This "Gu Ren" is buried in a tomb, waiting to mature and break out of the coffin. Why does it sound like a Ruhou Man?

Secretary Xing is thinking, is there any connection between "dou zhang man" and "ru tou man"? The names sound somewhat similar.

Secretary Xing chuckled twice: "Just open it and take a look, then it will be clear."

Spreading rumors, I think this is nonsense," Secretary Xing was very satisfied with his logical ability and continued, "So what kind of insect did Yao Wang feed Li Yin?"

With a flick of its tail, Uncle Fei raised his wet pig nose, opened his two nostrils, and ran towards the mountain. Although he had lost all his magical powers, his innate abilities remained. He had already smelled several different scents. There was a faint smell of dead animals and birds in the forest, the earthy smell of underground termite caves, and a faint salty fishy smell coming from the foot of the mountain. He knew it was the smell of a human corpse that had been dead for about a year. After three years, only the bones would remain, and there would be no special smell. There was a faint smell of dead animals and birds in the forest, the earthy smell of underground termite caves, and a faint salty fishy smell coming from the foot of the mountain. He knew it was the smell of a human corpse that had been dead for about a year. After three years, only the bones would remain, and there would be no special smell.

Sigh... He Zheren stomped his feet repeatedly, with a worried and distressed look on his face. If even the witch doctor couldn't be found, he was afraid that he would never meet the "Gu person" in his lifetime.

Why do you want to turn him into a Gu person?" Ke'er asked, puzzled.

At this moment, the sound of roosters crowing can already be heard in the villages at the foot of the mountain.

"The husband has great literary talent!" Ke'er admires him very much.

This remark was very enlightening to Secretary Xing, and Ke'er truly lived up to being a confidante: "Hmm, Lao He, first tell me why you have spent decades of effort searching for 'Gu Ren', and then I can analyze it for you using dialectical materialism."

Between life and death, He Zheren hesitated for a moment, "and possesses powerful magical abilities."

It turned around hurriedly and ran towards the forest, and the crowd followed behind.

How come, haven't you found it yet? He Zheren asked anxiously.

Secretary Xing looked at his sad expression and showed a little sympathy in his words, "Lao He, since you have been searching for decades without any results, it is impossible to find the 'Gu person' just by relying on a pet pig."

Let me do it. Secretary Xing took the hoe, swung his arms and dug deep into the ground, as he was already tall and strong, coupled with the parasitic "Ruthless Barbarian" inside his body, his strength was truly astonishing, and in no time, he had dug two or three meters deep underground.

Ker squatted down, reached out and stroked Xiao Wu's neck fur, and said softly with a hint of disbelief, "Could you be a piglet with special powers? I've never seen one before."

Old He, I understand, you are indeed a descendant of the Baima people. Secretary Xing, after all, has served as the county party secretary and possesses a strong political sensitivity.

Uncle Fei nodded vigorously.

The Bo people, also known as "Du Zhang Man", have lived in the southwest for thousands of years since the pre-Qin period, but suddenly disappeared in the late Ming Dynasty.

Ker giggled and interjected, "Husband, just tell the old man directly how to handle it."

He Zheren looked at her and thought to himself that although this girl's mental state is not quite normal, she is very innocent. So he explained, "Have you ever heard of 'Gu'?"

How about it, Lao He? Finally, you have witnessed the power of dialectical materialism, right? Secretary Xing said triumphantly.

Wait a moment! He Zheren quickly shouted, standing on the soil pile and peering with the moonlight. A dark coffin was revealed in the floating soil. "This is Yinchen wood, which is extremely rare in the world due to its extremely hard texture."

He jumped into the grave and gently brushed away the loose soil on top. At this moment, he discovered that the coffin lid was not tightly sealed, but slightly misaligned. He Zhe's face changed slightly, and he murmured to himself, "Could it be that the 'Gu Ren' has already left the tomb?"

Secretary Xing chuckled and said, "In other words, Da Luomo and the so-called 'Gu Ren' have already become a new phenomenon in the long river of history. Old He has spent decades tirelessly searching, and the reason behind it is that he views the world with an isolated, static, and one-sided mindset, believing that everything is always unchanging, thus falling into the quagmire of metaphysics."

What is "corpse insect"?" Secretary Xing asked persistently.

Oh, I see," Secretary Xing listened to He Zheren's account and pondered for a moment before speaking, "Dialectical materialism is the highest form of dialectical thinking for the development of the natural world and human society. 'Universal interconnectedness' and 'eternal development of things according to their own laws' are two fundamental arguments. You mentioned that Dalomo went to meet the Medicine King with three corpses and nine worms, and then disappeared. On the surface, it seems that there is no news, but if we analyze it with dialectical materialism, the world itself is an organic whole, and there is a connection between all things. This connection is not subject to human will, it cannot be created or destroyed. There are no eternal things in the world, where there is life, there is death, and where there is no death, there is no life. The demise of old things signifies the emergence of new things. The disappearance of Dalomo represents the demise of the old things..."

He Zhe's face turned serious, and he turned to Xiao Wu and said, "This is Panlong Mountain. The place where Yuan Tiangang broke the dragon vein is between the two mountains ahead, at the saddle. The Gu people have a special smell on their bodies, similar to body odor but much stronger. Do you know what 'body odor' smells like?"

Ker nodded: "I know, it's just the poisonous insects raised by the Miaojiang witches."

Well, "Gu Ren" is different. Sun Simiao fed Li Yin with Gu worms and buried him underground, waiting for the right time to break the tomb and restore the Li family's dominance. However, Yuan Tiangang has already broken the dragon vein, and Li Chunfeng naturally knows this. Nevertheless, he still buried him in Panlong Mountain. What was his purpose? Later generations cannot verify it, perhaps only he himself knows.

Old He was taken aback, and replied lightly, "This is how it has been passed down by our ancestors."

He Zheren did not respond, spat twice into the palm of his hand, and eagerly took up the iron hoe to start digging the soil. Before long, he was already panting, after all, he was old and had limited physical strength.

"Strange old man," Ke'er stepped forward to comfort, "My husband has seen and experienced a lot, he is resourceful. I can ask him for guidance."

Little witch is only a few months old," Keli giggled, "and it already has magical powers?"

So, is "Gu Ren" a living person or a dead person? Ke'er pondered.