False evidence

Chapter 220 Iron Monkey

"Ghost hands?"

I feel like my brain has turned to mush.

Tu Siping noticed my confusion, thought for a moment, and said, "Let me put it another way. Your grandfather taught you a set of skills, which can only be used when fighting against evil spirits."

He pointed to my right hand: "It's this hand of yours that can directly touch evil spirits. If you've already been possessed by an evil spirit, the manifestation of the ghost hand will change your aura, preventing you from being controlled by the evil spirit."

"Wait a minute." I remembered something. "You said my right hand can fight ghosts, is that what you meant? Then just now you suddenly tried to kick me, and as soon as I let go of my right hand, you ran away. What happened? Could it be that you... I know this is disrespectful to you..."

Tu Siping smiled wryly: "Your hand is not only effective against ghosts, but it's even more powerful when it comes to fighting people. You don't need any special moves or routines. As long as the ghost hand is revealed and the aura changes, a person's bones will break if they are touched by your hand."

I was stunned for a moment, then chuckled awkwardly. "I'm sure you know my grandfather, but what the hell are you talking about? What hand? To be honest, and you might not like hearing it, it's not that I don't want to believe it, it's that I really can't believe it. My right hand, I broke it the other day from a fall. And you broke someone else's bone..."

Tu Siping still smiled wryly: "I know this is hard to explain to you. Uncle Crazy, that's your grandpa, that's what I've always called him."

He's always had a strange temper, and I don't know why he created this ghost hand for you. It's a kind of unorthodox and evil magic, and it has a negative impact on the body of the person who possesses the ghost hand.

"Master wouldn't harm me."

"Of course I believe that."

Tu Siping noticed my displeasure, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and shook his head slightly, as if he couldn't quite understand it.

"Dad, what did you just say about the one-handed chop and the ghost hand... Is he really that powerful?" Turing walked in, asking as he examined my right hand.

Tu Siping said, "You noticed that he fights like the Monkey King's 'Splitting Palms,' but it's always the same few dirty tricks. If you really understood the trick, you could beat him, let alone me."

But think about it: those in the know understand that the Great Sage's Splitting Palm technique primarily targets the lower body, its five key elements being cunning, sly, insidious, venomous, and harmful. Those who don't understand will find his movements completely incomprehensible.

If you fight him, he'll only use his left hand. In the middle of the fight, he might suddenly strike you on the bottom with his right hand. Even an expert would suffer!

Who would have thought that he was actually putting in serious practice with his right hand, which he never used? So, the one-handed chop is truly—utterly ridiculous.

Turing said "Oh," and added, "His right hand doesn't seem special either?"

Tu Siping chuckled dryly: "You see him as if he hasn't put in any effort, but think about it, a seven-year-old child can lift a 37-pound object with one hand behind his back for an hour. What kind of foundation does that have?"

"Seven years old? How is that possible?" Turing's eyes widened.

Yan Fengwei simply whispered to me, "Should we leave? This guy seems to have some mental issues..."

"Where are you going?!"

Tu Siping, also a stubborn man, frowned and said, "I really have to get to the bottom of this today."

He pointed to a small monk-shaped purple clay tea pet on the tea tray, "Could a one-year-old child lift such a thing?" That thing weighs at most a little over an ounce, so of course a one-year-old child could lift it.

Tu Siping then asked, "If they get a little bigger every seven days, will they be able to lift them?"

Turing nodded. "I understand what you mean, you mean weight training?"

Tu Siping pointed to the tea pet again, "It's unlikely that a seven-year-old child could lift 37 jin (18.5 catties) just by gradually increasing the weight. But to practice the Ghost Hand, you're not lifting ordinary things, but some kind of evil object that ordinary people can't understand."

All I know is that it was a monkey-shaped iron object, initially only about the same size and weight as this tea pet, but it could absorb the yang energy of a child, growing a little larger every seven days until it reached thirty-seven pounds!

I couldn't listen anymore and was about to get up when Yan Fengwei stopped me. "Wait a minute, I do remember the iron monkey he's talking about. I think we had one at home back in the old days."

When he said "old times," he winked at me, and I understood that he meant his past life, the era of Lin Qin'en.

He narrowed his already small eyes, as if recalling something, and slowly said:

"That thing was called a monkey, but it actually looked more like a hairy child. I remember it wasn't made of iron, just that its color and texture resembled iron. My grandfather collected it, and he said it must be a special kind of wood. It was very hard, but one day it inexplicably crumbled into powder. Later, my grandfather talked about it with an old friend, and that's when he found out what it was."

"What is it?" After he said it, I couldn't help but believe that such a thing existed. But Tu Siping said that when a person is seven years old, this... Iron Monkey can only grow to thirty-seven pounds... I have an early memory, so how come I have no recollection of it at all?
What Yan Fengwei said next made me think that something was wrong with his head.

His grandfather's old friend, who had also been a tomb raider in his younger days, mentioned the strange story of the "Iron Monkey" to him. The man immediately stamped his foot and said, "That's an evil object; keeping it in the house is extremely unlucky!"

The man said that the so-called iron monkey was actually the coffin wood for an infant!
When an infant dies young, poor families usually leave the matter to a midwife. Some wealthy families, although they don't make a fuss, still hire someone to make a coffin and bury the baby.

Such infant coffins are rare, and no tomb raiders are interested in them, but some people do ask tomb raiders for help in finding these infant coffins.

The man told Master Lin that he had been commissioned to dig up an infant coffin before.

He also found it strange that such a small coffin was needed. Later, through the person who entrusted it to him, he learned that the other party intended to use the baby coffin to carve a child's likeness for practicing evil magic.

The child carved from this baby coffin will absorb the yang energy of the child, grow on its own, and eventually grow into the appearance of the original child in the coffin!

Because newborn babies are not fully developed and look like monkeys, and the baby coffin is somehow the same color as cast iron, and if you rub it hard, it will produce rust-like powder, so this evil thing is called the Iron Monkey!
The tomb raider eventually told Master Lin that the iron monkey was broken because the person who used it to practice evil magic had died!

I shook my head as I listened. It wasn't that I didn't believe Yan Fengwei; I'd encountered plenty of strange things myself, and the existence of something like the Iron Monkey wasn't impossible.

But I just can't believe that my yang energy would be used to feed the iron monkey.

I gave Tu Siping the most direct rebuttal: I can remember things from when I was four years old, and I have no recollection of any iron monkey, let alone lifting such a thing when I was seven. In fact, even now, I couldn't possibly lift something weighing 37 pounds with one hand behind my back, which is the weight of a large bottle of mineral water.

After listening, Tu Siping looked at me with a half-smile for a while, then said quietly:
"I think your grandpa's specialty is administering medicine to people."

(End of this chapter)