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

Luo Feng walked along a dimly lit path, stepping on the pebbly road, towards home.

He naturally wanted to return to Ding Miaosheng's home. Lipan Village was already the largest Chinese settlement within a radius of a hundred miles.

Luo Feng walked slowly, sorting through his memories.

The tearing pain in my brain has almost completely subsided.

His jumbled memories were gradually able to come together.

Soon, Luo Feng was able to figure out the situation of the reincarnation segment he was in.

His expression grew increasingly calm as he looked around. It was more like a sizable town than a village. The village had nearly a hundred households.

Of course, this is nothing special in China, but this is Sarawak, a vast and sparsely populated country.

The village is filled with mud houses, stilt houses, and longhouses, with a few spacious courtyards scattered around. Bicycles are parked in front of the houses, indicating that these are probably the more well-off families.

The village architecture of Lipan has a distinct local flavor. This is a result of the Chinese people gradually imitating and learning from the local people after arriving in this uncivilized land.

As the scorching sun was about to set, Luo Feng secretly observed the settlement, taking advantage of the twilight. He discovered that the settlement had some unique features.

The most obvious thing he noticed was that the village of Lipan was surrounded by a high wooden fence.

Primarily used to separate the village from the jungle, this fence is constructed of wooden stakes and is neatly arranged. It was built to prevent the Dayak people, wild boars, and venomous snakes from invading the village.

A closer look reveals that the villagers have also built several high platforms, placing them at elevated locations for a panoramic view.

Outside Lipan Village lies a vast, untamed forest, separated by a patch of muddy, damp wilderness.

As night falls, the damp forest becomes fraught with danger, teeming with hidden currents and treacherous currents. Even the bravest Dayak savages dare not venture out at night, for there dwell pythons, clouded leopards, Malayan sun bears, poisonous lizards, wild boars, leeches, and various other venomous insects that the Chinese cannot distinguish.

In addition to the treacherous jungle itself, there are also mud pits of varying sizes scattered among the damp and flood-resistant trees and shrubs.

Some of these mudflats are covered with moss, sedges, and reeds, while others are barren or covered with thick layers of fallen leaves and dead branches.

Even the best hunters among the Dayak people can accidentally trigger these natural traps and be completely swallowed by the mud, their lives extinguished in the desert's quicksand-like traps.

Ding Miaosheng's home is located on the far left side of Lipan Village, which is also the farthest point from the riverbank.

This place is rather remote.

Based on his memory, he arrived at the house with a crooked old tree growing outside.

His home was an earthen house, which gave people a sense of familiarity.

The fence outside the earthen house was very simple, just a few branches pieced together.

Luo Feng moved the gate by the fence and walked into the yard.

He noticed that the yard was clean and tidy, and in good order.

Luo Feng walked to the water vat in the courtyard, opened the lid, and found that the vat was full of water. He glanced around and found that there was also a pile of dry firewood tied with hemp rope in the corner.

With a creak, the door of the earthen house was pushed open.

"Brother Miaosheng, you're back!"

A petite girl came to greet her. She was wearing wide-legged black Hakka trousers and a short-sleeved, button-down long shirt.

However, her clothes were obviously too big, as if they were made from adult clothes, and they didn't fit her at all.

"Ah Xiu".

Luo Feng remembered the little girl's name.

"Where is Mother? I hope she hasn't gone out to work again today?"

The water vat was full of water, and a lot of firewood was piled up. Naturally, Luo Feng could only think of Ding Miaosheng's mother.

His biological mother fell ill a few years ago and was in poor health. As for his father, Ding Xian, he died in a mining accident many years ago.

Ding Miaosheng was the eldest son in the family and considered the pillar of the household. He also had a younger sister who was eleven or twelve years old and a younger brother who was even younger.

"No, Uncle Si helped us fetch the water... The firewood was dry wood that Guasheng and I collected together, right there on the big slope..."

She opened her big eyes wide, her tone revealing a hint of wanting credit.

Following Ding Miaosheng's habit, Luo Feng patted his younger sister's head.

"Remember to thank Fourth Uncle for me next time. Also, it's fine to go to the big hill to collect firewood, but don't go too far, there are wild boars in that area..."

"Okay."

Ah Xiu pulled Luo Feng's sleeve and went into the earthen house with him.

The earthen house was simply furnished, with no decorations, only a few simple pieces of furniture. The room was poorly lit, but there were no lights on... A haggard woman dressed in Hakka clothing was sewing insoles by the window.

"Miaosheng, you're back..."

The woman was Ding Miaosheng's mother, Ding Shi. On her lap, a ten-year-old boy was sleeping soundly; that was his younger brother, Ding Guasheng.

"So... is the temple keeper really willing to take you on as a page?"

Ding asked a question with some skepticism.

When she first heard the news, she found it hard to believe and felt uneasy.

"Yes, Master has officially accepted me as his disciple."

Luo Feng whispered, "From now on, I will also be a disciple of the Red Head Datuk Temple."

"It's truly a blessing from the Bodhisattva!"

With a joyful expression, Ding clasped her hands together and began to recite the kindness of the Bodhisattva, the kindness of all the gods, and the kindness of Ding's ancestors.

"Miao Sheng, you must learn well from the temple keeper and take good care of the old man."

She added, "Master Da has been incredibly kind to Li Pan. It is a blessing that you have earned through many lifetimes to become his disciple."

"yes."

Luo Feng smiled and nodded.

At that moment, he was thinking about something else.

From Ding Miaosheng's memories, it can be seen that the temple keeper that Ding mentioned was none other than his cheap master, Diao Wudou.

Diao Wudou was also the "temple keeper" of that red-headed Datuk temple, and he was a very prominent figure in Lipan and the surrounding area.

This is because this Diao Wudou is the head of the Red Head Datuk Jumping Boy lineage.

According to Ding Miaosheng's recollection, the Datuk Jumping Boys lineage has always specifically selected young people with special destinies and exceptional talents to serve as Jumping Boys. They use their bodies as altars to invite spirit masters and deities to enter their bodies, so as to perform various rituals.

The local people have all heard that the Red Head Datuk lineage can summon eight immortals, known as the "Eight Immortals".

These Eight Immortals possess immense supernatural powers; subduing demons and monsters is nothing unusual for them, and even burning mountains and boiling seas is not impossible.

There is also a folk poem that goes: "Eight-faced gods protect men and women, preaching the Tao in the nine heavens to ward off evil spirits in the netherworld. Offering sacrifices at the five lakes and lighting river lanterns, dispelling evil spirits and protecting the heavens throughout the four seas."

"Really the Eight Immortals? Surely it's not Tieguai Li, Lü Dongbin, Han Xiangzi, He Xiangu... those Eight Immortals?"

Luo Feng shook his head inwardly.

Diao Wudou also said that the Eight Immortals are Yin Immortals, Yin Masters. If nothing unexpected happens, they should be eight powerful ghosts.

How can a ghost be considered a deity?

As Luo Feng muttered to himself, a strong sense of curiosity also arose within him.

He had a feeling that the "Yin Shi Tu Fa" method of the Datuk Jumping Tong lineage should be completely different from the Lanna shamanic tradition. It was very likely that it was another form of ghost-controlling and ghost-taming method!

"I just don't know, compared to the Lanna witchcraft's binding spells, which is superior..."