Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 107 The Fortune Teller
After finishing his conversation with the two people in the coffin, Lin Jiang walked straight to the small golden statue under the corridor.

The other little golden figures were busy with their work, clearing the broken road on the other side, and really didn't have much time, so they only brought out the one in the lead to greet them.

Lin Jiang squatted down in front of the little golden statue.

"I might have to kill someone."

The little golden man tilted his head in great confusion, wondering why Lin Jiang was saying that to him.

"The person I'm trying to kill claims that the red dot holds the key to breaking through to the Star Realm. Is that true?"

Upon hearing this, the little golden statue was stunned and began shaking its head frantically.

The little golden statue clearly doesn't believe the red dot has that capability.

It seems the chieftain of Feng'ao Mountain made a misjudgment.

You don't need to worry about him; he'll just go into the pitch-black place and die on the spot.
Lin Jiang's expression began to look strange.

Just to be on the safe side, Lin Jiang asked a couple more questions about the little golden statue:

"If a cultivator at the sixth level of the Heavenly Realm enters the red dot and dies, will their cultivation level become nourishment for the red dot, making that dangerous place even more perilous?"

The little golden statue thought for a moment, rubbed its head in a headache, started spinning in circles, and finally nodded, then shook its head.

"Some will, some won't."

The little golden statue nodded.

Lin Jiang has roughly figured out how to talk to the little golden statue.

After speaking, Lin Jiang began to ponder.

He still doesn't know what's going on inside the red dot. If there's a monster inside that can become stronger by eating people, or that swallowed a master of the sixth level of the Heavenly Realm in one gulp, it would be troublesome.

If possible, try to kill the chieftain outside.

When we exited the inner sanctuary, the carriage was still bumping along, and we were still far from the next town.

Lin Jiang lifted the curtain and saw the setting sun about to sink, with a flat plain stretching as far as the eye could see. His thoughts were not on this wilderness, but drifted into the distance.

Suddenly the horse's neighing stopped abruptly, followed by several rough shouts:

"Side by side! Which road are you on? Are you here to chop wood or do business?"

Lin Jiang blinked and turned his head to the side.

Several knife-wielding bandits emerged from behind the mound, their faces covered in dust.

Lin Jiang reached out and pointed at the group of people.

Six heads.

He smiled:
"Are you all heroes of Feng'ao Mountain?"

The bandit leader blinked and grinned:
"Brother Bing, you have a good eye. You don't carry any banners or have any carriages or entourage, so you seem like a capable person. But even capable people are afraid of getting hurt. Leave some silver as a reward, and we brothers can escort you to the nearest town."

Lin Jiang smiled and shook his head:

"Money is no problem, but I'd like to ask you some questions."

"what is the problem?"

"There are too many people to talk about it."

Lin Jiang jumped off the carriage:

"We'll talk to them one by one in a bit."

In a short while, only the bandits who had shouted earlier remained on the road.

The man's face was swollen and bruised, and although he was barely breathing, he had not yet died.

He said, his voice trembling with sobs:
“Good sir, you are wise! We admire the reputation of Feng Ao Mountain but cannot join his group. We are just trying to make a living in this area. We really do not know what you are asking about.”

Lin Jiang shook his head helplessly:

"Isn't that a pity?"

With a gust of wind, the bandit's neck bone snapped.

These men had blood on their knives, clearly indicating they were murderers and robbers, so they couldn't be allowed to live.

Lin Jiang clapped his hands and couldn't help but sigh deeply:

"As expected of the area near Feng'ao Mountain, the local people are so simple and honest."

……

Two days later, after eliminating the two bandit groups, the carriage finally arrived at the town closest to Feng'ao Mountain.

The town is surrounded by wood fences, crisscrossed by paths, with farmers working in the fields, resembling an ordinary rural scene.

As the carriage traveled through the town, it immediately attracted the attention of many onlookers. Lin Jiang pulled back the curtain and looked at the onlookers on both sides of the street.

Two or three out of ten of them had scarlet, malevolent energy gathered on their skulls, piercing the carriage like needles.

"Young master, this place is teeming with vicious people."

Chen Dajiang spoke in a low voice.

How could he not see it?
Before coming here, Lin Jiang had asked Tiepizi that the town next to Feng'ao Mountain was a gathering place for bandits, and that the people in the town had more or less some connection with the bandits.

The main reason these bandits established a town here was to transport goods from the surrounding area.

The proper city in this area is called "Nagano". It is far from Feng'ao Mountain. I really want to bring grain from that city, but it is too much trouble to travel by carriage and horse. It is not as good as "collecting rent" in the nearby villages and towns.

Moreover, although the governor of Nagano was a good-for-nothing, he still had troops and could defend a city. Feng'ao Mountain was too lazy to scheme against the governor, so he simply funded the construction of a town nearby.

However, Lin Jiang could also see that there were few bandits in the town. Most of them were just farmers from the surrounding area who did normal odd jobs to earn money and support themselves.

For these farmers, it doesn't matter who's standing above them, because whether it's the exploitative officials in the Northwest back then or these bandits now, they're all bad people.

After entering the town, Chen Dajiang randomly found an inn to stop at, intending to stay there for the night.

Lin Jiang then started looking for places to eat and drink in the town.

There were many more vendors selling sesame cakes in the Northwest region, and the post station they randomly chose happened to have some.

Lin Jiang ordered two to try, but the taste was not satisfactory.

It's far inferior to that restaurant in Chongqing that claims to have a workshop in Beijing.

They even chewed out two grains of sand.

After hastily filling their stomachs, they parted ways with Chen Dajiang.

He wanted to wander around the town a bit, hoping to bump into some legitimate members of Feng Aoshan and interrogate them. Chen Dajiang, on the other hand, needed to prepare some food in the car. They would be operating as guerrillas from now on, and couldn't possibly stay in the town indefinitely.

After they reached an agreement, they went their separate ways. Chen Dajiang drove the carriage, carrying a whistle, to buy food, while Lin Jiang stayed in the town to wander around.

After strolling through two streets and alleys, Xiao Shanshen suddenly peeked out from his clothes:

After watching for a while, Little Ginseng couldn't help but sigh:

"This town is lifeless."

As predicted, passersby looked dejected, and even the stray cats under the eaves were curled up and motionless.

Lin Jiang was affected by the gloomy atmosphere and yawned three times. There were no new gadgets or delicious food, and he regretted not going shopping with Chen Dajiang.

Just as Lin Jiang was feeling dejected, he suddenly noticed a stall on the side of the street.

He was a fortune teller with a long beard, with flags standing on either side of him that read:

"Heavenly secrets can be predicted, but the human heart is unfathomable; amidst the vast world, a divination can ferry you across."

Lin Jiang blinked, indicating that his attention had been drawn.

He had met several fortune tellers on the road before, most of whom boasted about their extraordinary abilities, but this one was much more refined.

and……

A glint flashed in Lin Jiang's eyes. He could clearly see a deep blue light on the fortune teller's head, pointing in Lin Jiang's direction.

This is a process of careful consideration and calculation.

Such a deep color, this person has probably been watching me for a long time.

With a simple laugh, Lin Jiang walked over and plopped down in front of the fortune teller.

The fortune teller looked up at Lin Jiang, showing no surprise, and simply asked indifferently:
"Bazi (Four Pillars of Destiny) or character divination?"

"Character divination".

Lin Jiang would never give away his birth date and time.

In this world, the most convenient ways to obtain a prescription are twofold: first, to acquire the person's personal belongings; and second, to know their real name and birth date.

Any skilled sorcerer can use the Eight Characters (Ba Zi) to cast spells, either causing a series of misfortunes or directly killing someone with a spell.

As for character divination.

The risk is much lower.

He handed over a blank sheet of paper, and after thinking for a moment, Lin Jiang casually wrote the word "come" on it.

The fortune teller took the blank paper, glanced at it, and smiled:

"The direction of the coming is not yet determined, but it can be broken down into one wood and two water. Wood is the Xun trigram, which is also the wind element, and water is the Kan trigram, which points to due north. With the wind due north, young master is planning to go to Feng'ao Mountain."

Lin Jiang blinked:
"Do you know why I went to Feng'ao Mountain?"

“Young master, why not write another word? I really can’t deduce anything from just one word.”

This time, Lin Jiang didn't write on paper at all, but instead wrote a single character on the table.

"This is the word."

The fortune teller glanced at it and smiled:

“The character ‘来’ is missing a stroke to form ‘米’ (rice), but with your dignified appearance, you are clearly not one of the bandits. Therefore, you have no need to go to Feng'ao Mountain to find rice. And since the character ‘公子’ (young master) is drawn on my wooden table, the ‘木’ (wood) part of ‘米’ (rice) must also be removed, leaving only two dots, which should be extended downwards…”

As the fortune teller spoke, he drew an X on the table.

"Does the young master recognize this character?"

Lin Jiang fell silent.

I almost blurted out "Ex".

"This character is pronounced 'yì'. Originally, it referred to something used for cutting grass and harvesting wheat. Later, it came to be used as a metaphor for assessing and stabilizing the situation. Thus, 'yì' means 'to govern'."

The fortune teller laughed and said:

"Young master, you've come to quell the bandits of Feng'ao Mountain."

After saying this, the fortune teller lowered his voice:

"You must be someone from the imperial court."

Lin Jiang: "..."

Before the fortune teller said his last sentence, Lin Jiang did feel that he was very skilled, but after he said that last sentence, Lin Jiang couldn't keep his composure.

"You squat down next to me."

"You've already taken down several bandit groups before you even entered the town. Now, everyone in this area with a decent ear has heard of you," the fortune teller said with a smile.

Lin Jiang tapped the table: "This wasn't calculated."

“That’s not how it works,” the fortune teller shook his head. “This skill is three parts guessing and seven parts calculation; I figured it out myself.”

"What if I said it was purely out of a sense of justice?"

“The imperial envoy from the capital has arrived in Nagano Castle, heading straight for Feng'ao Mountain. I don’t think any chivalrous heroes will come here to uphold justice at this critical juncture.”

Your Excellency the Imperial Envoy?

Oh, Tin Man persuaded the Six Doors clerk.

This person was indeed very astute; all the information he gathered was correct. It's just a pity that he made a mistake in the middle and miscalculated.

Lin Jiang could only shrug helplessly:

"I really only came here with the intention of doing a good deed."

“I understand, I understand,” the fortune teller laughed. “You are just a chivalrous knight.”

Lin Jiang sighed helplessly.

No one believes the truth anymore.

"If I am a chivalrous knight, then who are you?"

"Me?" the fortune teller said. "I am Feng Aoshan's strategist."

After a pause, he continued:
"The previous Feng Ao Mountain."

(End of this chapter)