For ten years I practiced Gu poison in Southeast Asia; all living beings revered me as a deity.

This old relic is an ordinary coarse pottery bowl.

This bowl was originally a bit dirty, covered with stains of mud.

Luo Feng wiped the bowl a few times with his hand and then discovered that there was a rooster pattern on it.

If you are familiar with Chinese folk customs, you will know that this is a Hakka rooster bowl.

"It is indeed a rooster bowl."

Luo Feng's gaze held a hint of seriousness.

Could this bowl have originated from somewhere in China?

For a moment, his mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts.

Now, Luo Feng was unsure what kind of reincarnation segment would be activated this time, and a trace of doubt lingered in his heart.

However, after much consideration, he activated the Reincarnation Gu mark.

[Loading information for 'Past Relics - Bloodstained Ceramic Bowl'... Captured 'Fragment of Ding Miaosheng's Reincarnation']

A line of blood-red text appeared in his mind, and his thoughts paused for a moment. The text flickered a few times before solidifying into a completely new line of text.

[Wandering in a foreign land, in a mundane place; the Eight Immortals suppressing a corpse, a strange calamity between the living and the dead... Now, a fragment of Ding Miaosheng's reincarnation is recorded!]

His consciousness entered a deep, dark abyss.

Time passed second by second, and in an instant it seemed to have turned into eternity.

When Luo Feng regained his senses, he found himself inside an ancient temple.

The temple floor was paved with blue bricks, and a large incense burner stood in the middle, with incense sticks emitting white smoke. The smoke and flames swirled all around, creating a layer of wisps of smoke.

"it hurts!"

A tearing pain seemed to be shooting through my mind.

A flood of memories surged into Luo Feng's consciousness.

These memories were fragmented and extremely chaotic. And they all just crammed into his mind all at once.

"What happened?"

Luo Feng's mind was still a little muddled, and his head still ached, especially the back of his head. He glanced around, somewhat dazed. The temple didn't seem very large, and there was an incense table and offering table in front of it.

The candlesticks on both sides were lit, and eight incense sticks were lit in front of an incense burner, with smoke swirling around. Sitting in the center of the main hall was not a statue of a god, neither a Buddha nor a Taoist, but a spirit tablet inscribed with "Five Directions and Five Earth Dragon Gods, Tang and Fan Crossing the Sea Datuk Gong".

Luo Feng himself was kneeling on the ground, holding a cup of hot tea in his hands, for no apparent reason.

Directly in front of him stood a withered old man. The old man was wearing a long mandarin jacket, had a large forehead, a hooked nose, and a braid tied behind his head. His eyes were sunken, and his face was sallow, giving him the appearance of being very old.

Meanwhile, his original body owner, Ding Miaosheng, was handing the cup of hot tea to the old man in the long gown with both hands.

"Alright!"

The old man took the hot tea and lowered his eyelids.

"Miao Sheng, the three kowtows you just performed were your ceremony of becoming a disciple; this bowl of tea to honor your master marks the beginning of our karmic bond. From today onwards, you are a disciple of our Red Head Datuk Temple..."

Red-headed Datuk Temple?

What a strange name!

Luo Feng's mind was still a bit confused. He didn't know why, but the memories of the body's owner were very messy, like stuffing different items into different drawers. It would take some time to recall them.

"It seems that Ding Miaosheng suffered a minor head injury earlier, apparently from a fall..."

He had to quickly sort through the memories within this body in order to figure out where he was...

"Overseas, Borneo, Sarawak...?"

He was immediately jolted, realizing that this was Sarawak, Malaysia, also known as "East Malaysia".

The body belonged to a local Chinese youth named Ding Miaosheng.

After searching through his memories, Luo Feng discovered that Ding Miaosheng's hometown was called Lipan Village, located in the Kuching area of ​​North Borneo.

The villagers of Lipan Village are all immigrants from Chaozhou and Fujian who have migrated overseas. There are also many Hakka people. They mainly work for local mine owners as miners, and a few of them have acquired land and make a living by cultivating the land.

These Chinese immigrants traveled thousands of miles across the ocean, leaving their homes and families, simply to survive and escape the war, famine, and forced labor at home...

There is a tin mine in Lipan, and there are also several foreign-owned plantations, tobacco farms, and rubber plantations nearby. Labor is still relatively scarce.

The Chinese community here is either engaged in mining or doing manual labor such as road construction and carrying soil. Although the income is meager, many people have settled down and started families here, gradually forming the current Chinese community.

"Cough cough..."

The old man suddenly started coughing, and it sounded like his throat was a broken bellows. Luo Feng was afraid that he would collapse from coughing.

Fortunately, he coughed a few times, and apart from being a little pale, he seemed to be in good spirits.

"Miao Sheng, before you enter the sect, I, Ding Wudou, want to tell you about the rules of the Datuk Temple. Our lineage has strict rules, and all new disciples must strictly abide by the Five Respects and Five Precepts."

"The Five Respects: Respect for Heaven, Respect for Earth, Respect for the Virtuous, Respect for Parents, and Respect for Teachers."

"The Five Prohibitions: Do not deceive your teacher or ancestors; do not use the Dharma to deceive others; do not reverse the five cardinal relationships; do not use the Dharma to harm others; do not commit evil deeds."

Old man Diao Wudou paused for a moment, then glanced at him again.

"You must remember these five respects and five precepts. If you dare to break them in the future, don't blame me for personally cleaning up your sect. Have you memorized them?"

"I've written it down."

Luo Feng quickly adopted a respectful attitude and bowed his head in response.

"That's good."

Diao Wudou nodded in satisfaction. He took out a pipe, lit it, and smoked it by himself, coughing a few times.

"It's getting late, and your master won't keep you for dinner. Things haven't been peaceful at the mine these past few days... Those Dayak people who died in the recent brawl might not be convinced of their fate. If they come back, it'll be quite a hassle, so be careful."

"I see."

Luo Feng's mind raced. Through the memories of the body's owner, Ding Miaosheng, he learned that the Dayak people were the local indigenous people.

They are also a renowned headhunting people, known for their fierce nature. They live in the rainforest, and because the tin mine is considered by the Dayak people to be their ancestral home and territory, conflicts with the Chinese often arise over this.

Fortunately, the local Chinese were powerful and armed with guns and knives. The Dayak people had lived in the rainforest for generations and were relatively small in number. No matter how brave they were, they were no match for the armed Chinese. They suffered losses in several conflicts and gradually retreated into the depths of the wild rainforest.

However, for some unknown reason,

"Also, tomorrow I will pay respects to my late master, analyze your bone structure and destiny, and based on your bone structure and fate, I will see which Yin Master you should study under and which path of immortal cultivation you should follow..."

"A Yin Master?"

Luo Feng looked slightly puzzled.

"right."

The old man nodded.

"In our lineage, there is an old saying: 'The living master personally guides, the dead master imparts the Dharma.' The master in the living world is the living master. The master in the dead world is the dead master... Our Datuk lineage is divided into eight categories: wealth, illness, separation, righteousness, officialdom, robbery, harm, and origin."

All disciples who have entered the sect must choose different Yin Masters according to their innate destiny, and then become their disciples to inherit their immortal techniques.

"Celestial arts?"

"The Yin Master is also called the Yin Immortal... The methods of immortals are naturally called immortal techniques."

Diao Wudou revealed a mysterious smile.

"This matter involves the secrets of our Datuk lineage and cannot be revealed casually. You will naturally know the mystery by tomorrow."

He waved his sleeve.

"Alright, it's getting late. And the Ghost Month is approaching... Miao Sheng, you should go home quickly and don't wander around outside at night."

Luo Feng nodded, bid farewell to his talented master, and turned to leave the main hall of the temple.

After leaving the temple, he slowly turned around.

Luo Feng stopped and stood outside the stone steps, gazing at the ancient temple before him.

This is a rather peculiar temple, not exactly opulent. The temple's design is also quite ancient, but the archway in front of it is exceptionally tall and imposing.

"Red-headed... Datuk Temple?"

This was the first time Luo Feng had ever heard of such a temple name.

"Yin Master", "Immortal Arts", "Datuk Lineage"... these different terms swirled in his mind, causing him to frown and reveal a solemn expression of contemplation.