From the previous screech, it wasn’t hard to guess that heÂ
was
 hurt. I was different. I had no pressure or threat now. I boldly followed the source of the sound and found a spot of soil thatÂ
appeared
 to be prot
rudingÂ
several centimeters from the ground.Â
I squatted and saw light underneath. I admiredÂ
Mr. Big Mole
Â
even more now
. That man liked digging burrows. He was like an old rat!Â
I raised my leg
 and kicked awayÂ
the wooden board thatÂ
was covering
 the tunnel. Then, I jumped into the tunnel.  Â
As I fell
, my eyes locked onto my target. I sawÂ
Mr. Big Mole
 sitting cross-legged on the ground. Blood had stained his chest and mouth. HeÂ
was
 hurt.Â
As I landed, I squatted and beautifully swept my leg, which hitÂ
Mr. Big Mole’s
 head. He screamed and fellÂ
to the ground
. I took the chance to subdue him
. I pulledÂ
his arms together
 and immobilized him
.Â
AfterÂ
I had
 him under control, I finally calmed my heart. Then, I noticed that he had a small bronze bucket in front of him
. It containedÂ
a black
 and
 slimy substance.Â
I
n front of that bucket were rows of heads.Â
I carefully counted them. There were thirty-six heads. He had used their heads to control the thirty-six female ghosts out there.Â
Lu Ming also jumped into the tunnel. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that I had already subduedÂ
Mr. Big Mole
. Then, he walked to me.Â
When he saw the black substance, he was surprised. He sniffed and asked, “IsÂ
this
 opium extract?”Â
After hearing
 him, I also realized it.Â
It was no
 wonder I thought it looked familiar. It was the extract from the opium poppy. This thing is more addictive than other poisons.Â
There was no
 doubt thatÂ
Mr. Big Mole
 had been using this addictive
 andÂ
hallucinogenic substance to control the female ghosts.Â
However,
 I was certain that he had put something else in the substance.Â
I pressed on his body. “You los
t
!”Â
“Yeah, that
’sÂ
right
.
 I los
t.
”Â
Mr. Big Mole
 sighed
. HisÂ
eyesÂ
were red
. “I didn’t expect that youÂ
w
ould save Lu from the magic formationÂ
so
 fast. I had underestimated you. I lost, and I have nothing to defend myself with…
Â
The plan IÂ
poured
 half of my lifeÂ
into
 was destroyed in your hands, boy. I guess it’s my fate, isn’t it? I justÂ
regret
 the deaths of my thirty-six ancestors.”Â
Mr. Big Mole
 started to weep before he finished talking. However, heÂ
didn’t
Â
say
 anything to beg usÂ
or insult
 us. He had his
 way
Â
of
Â
hinting
 at us to endÂ
his life.Â
Â
Â
“
B
rother,Â
you're not
Â
convinced yet
, are you?”Â
asked Lu Ming with a dispirited face.
HeÂ
picked up the machete on the ground
 and walked toward
Â
Mr. Big Mole.
 BeforeÂ
Mr. Big MoleÂ
could answer, he sudden
ly
 stabbed the machete into his own thigh.Â
His thigh began to bleed hard. Lu Ming said, “
Let the
 ancestors solve their grudge. We, descendants, don’t need to join this,
 o
kay? This cut isÂ
a gift from
Â
me
.” Â
Mr. Big Mole
 had never thought that Lu Ming would do that. His eyes sparkled, but he still wore a dark face. “I’m not satisfied.”Â
Lu Ming gave him a nod. He grabbed my shoulder tigh
tly with one hand then used the other
 handÂ
to withdrawÂ
the macheteÂ
from
 his thigh.Â
B
lood spurted atÂ
Mr. Big Mole
’s face. At this moment,Â
Mr. Big Mole
’s eyes changed.Â
The extreme pain made Lu Ming sweat. He tried to keep himself up
 and aimedÂ
at his thigh one more time.Â
Mr. Big Mole
 grabbed the machete
 and saidÂ
coldly
,
 “Mr. Lu, I see your goodwill. ButÂ
many things can’t
 be solved withÂ
just
 goodwill. Let’sÂ
go
 out to see. If those ghosts go, itÂ
will
 beÂ
resolved
.” Then, he wiggledÂ
and crawledÂ
out of the tunnel.Â
As
 I helped Lu Ming get out of the tunnel, we sawÂ
Mr. Big Mole
Â
gaze
 at the village
. His
 eyes wereÂ
sharp
.Â
I followed
 his line of sight
 andÂ
saw a vast array of purple lightÂ
from
 the thirty-six ugly female ghosts. They were sitting around Lu Yu.Â
Lu Yu was talking and laughing with the women.Â
Lu Yu’sÂ
aloof
 and
 immortal appearance was extraordinary.Â
Mr. Big Mole
Â
smiled at Lu Ming
 then limped away. Although he hadn’t said anything, we knew his grudge was gone.Â
Lu Ming had stabbed himself onceÂ
in
 exchange for the settlement of the thousand-year grudge. It was rare good karma.Â
Afterward, we didn’t disturb Lu Yu and his women. I supported Lu Ming
 and wentÂ
back to the hotel. I sprinkled some Yunnan medicinal powder on his wound and helped him drink a glass of charm water.Â
Since
 Lu Ming had lost lots of blood, he should be weak. However, he looked cheer
ful
 and high-spirited
. He saidÂ
to me
,Â
“My ancestor told me thatÂ
he will leaveÂ
with those female ghosts…”Â
I smiled
 and gaveÂ
him a nod. It wasn’t out of my expectation.Â
Lu Ming laughed for a while.Â
S
ince I hadn’t asked him anything, he
 said,
 “You haven’t asked me why my ancestor used his cane to knock my head in my dreams.”Â
“Do
 you think that IÂ
don’t know anything
?” I laughed
 and scoffed atÂ
him.Â
Actually, afterÂ
I had talked
 to the waiter, IÂ
realized
 one thing: The o
ld man only appearedÂ
when Lu Ming had a meeting for a business deal with
Â
Japanese people
.Â
I had keptÂ
it on my mind
. Later on, IÂ
learned
 that Lu Ming was about to sign aÂ
big
 tea packaging deal with a Japanese company.
Lu Ming had used his power in the tea produc
tion
 industry to buy the best quality teasÂ
for
 low prices in China
. The tea was thenÂ
transported to Japan for packaging. There, they would label the tea as “Japanese-branded Tea” then transport the tea back to sell in the MainlandÂ
for
 much higher prices.Â
If they worked in this
 way, Lu Ming and the Japanese company could earn big profits. However, it wasn’t fair to the tea farmers and the consumers in China.Â
This
 was about harm
ing
 people whileÂ
benefiting
Â
oneself
.
Since
 the old ghost had come to stop this dirty business, he knew he wasn’t an evil spirit.
Â
After knowing that the old ghost was the Tea Sage Lu Yu, I had completelyÂ
uncovered
 theÂ
truth.
 Lu Ming had deceiv
ed
 me the entire time. Not only did he know that the ghost was Lu Yu, but he also knew why Lu YuÂ
was
 troubl
ing
 him. He tricked me into assisting him. He wanted to get rid of Lu Yu and wanted to getÂ
a
 deal with the Japanese company.Â
After thinking
 about it, the way he had handled this story was like a kid!Â
“Aren’t you mad at me? IÂ
didn’t tell
 you the truth.” Lu Ming was embarrassed.Â
I gave him a wry smile. “How could I not be mad? Right from the start, I didn’t want to get involved in this.Â
However,
 It’s good that you
’ve
 recognized your fault.”Â
Lu Yu was gone. However,Â
since
 Lu Ming had resolutely stabbed his thigh, I guessed he had made everything clear in his head. He wouldn’t cooperate with the JapaneseÂ
company
.Â
Indeed,Â
the
 second weekend after I had left, Lu Ming called me
 and toldÂ
me that he had cutÂ
tiesÂ
with the Japanese company. Moreover, he was buildingÂ
a
 tea house in Xishuangbanna to pay tribute to Lu Yu the Tea Sage, for his contribution to the world.
“I will put all of my savings into this tea farm. I will make all theÂ
visitors
 feel the charm of Chinese tea culture.”Â
“WhyÂ
do
 you want to do that?”Â
“It’s in memory of my ancestor. And, I want toÂ
use my effortsÂ
to impart the inheritance of our culture to the next generations.”Â
“
It seems
 you
’ve
 understood your ancestor’s idea well…” I smiled
 and feltÂ
happy for him from the bottom of my heart.Â
Although our lives are getting better and better, we are losing the precious culture imparted to usÂ
by
 our ancestors at everyÂ
second that passes
. Â
Why is that? Because more and more people favor foreign winds.
 They
 feel that the moon inÂ
a
 foreign country is rounder than the moon in China.Â
It makes them learn IELTS to master English and blame the Chinese language for being old and out-of-date
.
Â
It makes them kneel to Korean stars
 and drool over
 their handsomeÂ
O
ppas shamelessly
.
Â
T
heyÂ
had
 forgotten that, five thousand years ago, China was the center of the world. Thanks to Chinese culture, Japanese culture and Korean culture were derived
.Â
Lu Ming was lucky that at the critical moment, Lu Yu appeared and pulled him back. But there was only one Lu Yu in this world. Who would come to pull us back? I didn’t want to see the great Chinese people graduallyÂ
fall
 to degeneration.Â
In memory of the Tea Sage Lu Yu, I changed my ringtone to a song the people had written for him
, calledÂ
“Grandpa’s Tea.”Â
“When grandpa makes tea, there’s a flavor called home. My white-haired grandpa. WhenÂ
youÂ
drink tea, you are not allowed to talk.”Â
“Lu Yu made tea. He didn’t care about wealth or fame. With a skinny horse, he traveled the world…”Â