Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 108 Old Feng Ao

"That old Feng'ao Mountain?"

"Yes."

A hint of nostalgia flickered in the fortune teller's eyes: "It seems like a long time ago, Mount Feng'ao wasn't like this at all..."

Lin Jiang couldn't see the Feng Ao Mountain that the fortune teller was talking about, but at this moment, there seemed to be a light in the other person's eyes, which was radiant and dazzling.

"After the new leader took over, the rules of the mountain became corrupt, and many of the old brothers left. We thought it would be better to stay out of sight of the problem, but who knew that this mountain would become a den of bandits. A few of us couldn't stand it anymore, so we started our own operation in the shady part of the mountain."

"So you've come to me to deal with an old friend?"

"They're no longer brothers, just blind jackals. You can't be brothers with jackals."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Jiang's ears trembled slightly.

Looking to the side, I saw several people dressed in strange clothes appearing in the streets and alleys.

Seven or eight strange figures stood at the alley entrance, their swords gleaming coldly and their strange weapons concealing a menacing edge. They were quietly closing in, seemingly intent on killing them.

"Did they come for you?" Lin Jiang asked.

The fortune teller said helplessly, "My old friends are very afraid of me. If it weren't for the fact that I wanted to make connections with you, young master, I wouldn't have set up this stall here."

"Who are these people? Do you know them?"

"The one in the lead is someone I knew. We drank sworn brotherhood wine together before. He used to be a chivalrous hero, but he stayed on Feng'ao Mountain for gold and silver. I thought he would continue to uphold justice, but I didn't expect him to be blinded by money and develop a strange hobby. Now he specializes in stripping living people of their clothes."

Lin Jiang nodded: "It really is disgusting."

The man in the distance, whose nose the fortune teller had pointed at, hadn't heard what Lin Jiang and his companion were talking about. He simply raised his hand, pointed in their direction, and shouted:
"You idiot Kang! Today I'll teach you a lesson you can't escape with wings!"

"Idiot?" Lin Jiang blinked.

"Oh, he was calling me." The fortune teller pointed to his nose: "I was mentally challenged as a child. I didn't speak until I was seven, and I was still playing in the mud at twenty. My mother called me a fool, and after a while, my name really became a fool."

"You don't look stupid at all."

"There have always been those who achieve great things late in life." Kang the Fool blinked and asked Lin Jiang, "Young Master, would you be willing to give me a ride? With my mediocre skills, I'm afraid I'll lose my life here."

"You dared to come to this town alone without considering your escape route?"

"I'm waiting for you."

The fortune teller grinned sheepishly.

Lin Jiang glanced at the fortune teller.

Seeing that the two men paid no attention, the man in the fur coat became increasingly aggressive and waved his hand:
"Chop up that man in the blue robe! His face is truly infuriating! Leave that fortune-telling idiot half alive!"

A group of bandits responded and immediately surrounded Lin Jiang and Kang Shazi.

"Is it alright that you killed your old friend?"

Lin Jiang pointed to the one who had just given the order.

The fortune teller shook his head:
"He knows nothing, so there's no point in keeping him around."

"Oh."

Lin Jiang picked up a sharp-edged stone, twisted his waist, flicked his wrist, and threw it.

In an instant, the stone flew out of Lin Jiang's hand, tearing through the sky and leaving a sharp whistle.

The man, who had been so arrogant and bossy just moments before, turned deathly pale when he saw the flying stone.

He instinctively tried to block the attack with his knife, but the stone had probably been shot too fast; he had only raised the knife halfway when the entire stone landed on his face.

In an instant, the skull shattered, and two pieces of facial skin hung down like tattered banners from the sides of the neck. A column of blood shot into the sky, more than ten feet high, and the corpse crashed to the ground.

"What superb kung fu!"

The fortune teller clapped his hands in amazement, while his underlings belatedly looked at their boss's corpse.

The arrogance of the bandits instantly turned into cold sweat, their legs trembling as they stared at Lin Jiang as if they were looking at a monster in human skin.

Several quick-thinking individuals turned and fled, but Lin Jiang had already prepared the stones.

In an instant, the streets were littered with corpses, all dead, not a single part of their bodies unharmed.

"Your skill with hidden weapons is truly top-notch!" Kang Shazi praised with particular admiration, "I have never seen such a technique in the martial arts world."

It would be strange if you saw such a saying circulating in the martial arts world.

This is my secret technique, known as "the great strength makes bricks fly."

"I want to visit your base," Lin Jiang said directly, cutting off any more of the small talk with Kang Shazi.

"We've been waiting for you to come."

Kang the Fool got up, took out a red cloth from his waist, and covered the table, chairs, benches, and two flags he was carrying with him. After he took the red cloth away, all the things around him were gone.

"Young master, there should be a carriage with you."

"Going to buy food." "There's nothing good to eat or drink in this town. It's all unscrupulous vendors who put mud in their pancakes."

"What good food do you have in your village?"

"We don't have any fine wines or delicacies, but the deer from the surrounding mountains are quite delicious, especially the tender lamb. If you enjoy this kind of food, young master, you must try it."

"good."

The two chatted and laughed as they went to find Chen Dajiang.

Along the way, many bandits emerged from all directions. A few ruthless bandits raised their knives to pounce, but they were all struck in the head by flying stones. In the end, the ordinary people on the street hurriedly went home, closing their doors and windows tightly.

The bandits in the town no longer dared to approach, and all hid behind the stone bricks and earthen tiles.

When they found Chen Dajiang, they saw him wiping his sticks, with seven or eight bandit corpses scattered around him.

When Chen Dajiang saw Lin Jiang, he scratched his head, looking particularly puzzled:
"Young master, we were just about to weigh the grain when these bastards insisted on running into the stick. Do you know what's going on?"

Lin Jiang blinked:
"It seems Feng Aoshan already knows we're here."

"What should we do then?" Chen Dajiang scratched his head. "I haven't bought anything yet, and the car is still empty."

Lin Jiang patted Kang Shazi on the shoulder: "No need to buy any more, someone's treating us to dinner!"

……

As dusk settled over the mountain ridge, the carriage arrived at a valley.

This village is cleverly hidden; one must traverse wilderness and crawl through thickets of thorns to reach its secluded location nestled among the mountain folds.

Without a guide, it would be very difficult to find a place in such a vast, uninhabited wilderness.

Smoke curled from the chimneys inside the village gate, and women and children with headscarves walked among them, making it seem no different from an ordinary village.

"Thanks to the villagers who gave us food, we were able to settle down," Kang Shazi explained.

"Feng Aoshan has such a tarnished reputation, it's a wonder the people still trust you."

"They have lost their reputation, but the people are discerning and can tell the difference between a wolf in sheep's clothing."

Kang Shazi led Lin Jiang and the others into the village, and many people along the way cast curious glances in their direction.

Lin Jiang keenly sensed that some of the people around him were also wary in their eyes.

As soon as Kang the Fool led them to the makeshift tent, the moment the curtain in front of the tent was lifted, a thunderous roar erupted:
"I don't understand what Brother Kang is saying, but I stick to one principle: you can't trust any officials! Last time we trusted that official and let him go up the mountain, and he ended up poisoning our eldest brother! And he's ruined Feng'ao Mountain like this! Cooperation? Cooperation my ass!"

Lin Jiang followed the sound and saw a bald, beardless monk holding a hammer and shouting loudly.

The bald monk also noticed Lin Jiang's gaze, and he turned his head to look at Lin Jiang.

Upon seeing this stranger who had suddenly appeared, the head monk strode up to Lin Jiang and looked down at him.

He sized it up several times, then snorted coldly:
"The official's fair-skinned son? What good is delicate skin and tender flesh!"

Kang the Fool stood in front of Lin Jiang:

"Nianyuan, do not be rude to the guests."

The senior monk curled his lip.

Kang the Fool said apologetically to Lin Jiang:

"This foolish monk's Dharma name is Nianyuan. He was a high-ranking monk in the Mingde Temple, but unfortunately he had a bad temper and broke the precept against anger. He was expelled by Mingde and came to our mountain village."

Lin Jiang examined the gleaming copper hammer held by the head monk:
"A monk is better off using a staff."

"What good is this pestle! It's too light and ineffective. It's not as good as my hammer. This thing can smash your skull open with a hit!"

The head monk shouted.

“But even a Zen staff can be heavy,” Lin Jiang gestured. “If you hollow out the hammerhead and inlay a copper bell, it would make a thunderous roar when you swing it, wouldn’t it resemble the Dharma implements of Weituo?”

The head monk was stunned by Lin Jiang's words. He touched his smooth, egg-shaped face:
"It seems to make sense."

Lin Jiang found the big monk quite interesting.

After teasing the monk, Lin Jiang turned to look at Kang the Fool:
"You didn't call us here just to tease the monks, did you?"

Kang the Fool waved his hand: "If you want to tease the monk, I'll just take him to you. Please take a seat, and we can talk in detail."

Several subordinates immediately brought over two chairs, and Lin Jiang and Chen Dajiang sat down in the guest seats.

As Lin Jiang sat down, he subtly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a small ginseng root inside that trembled with excitement.

The little ginseng inside her sleeve was quite excited. She had only ever seen such a meeting, full of the flavor of the martial arts world, in books. Seeing it in person today was truly exhilarating.

Kang the Fool straightened his expression, abandoning his previous carefree demeanor and becoming unusually serious:
"I still don't know how to address you, young master."

"My surname is Zhu, you can just call me Zhu Da."

“Alright, Young Master Zhu. The main reason we’ve come to you this time is because of Feng’ao Mountain.” Kang Shazi said, “Feng’ao Mountain is currently overrun with bandits, the people are living in misery, and countless people have died. If possible, we are willing to cooperate with the imperial court to jointly wipe out Feng’ao Mountain and restore peace and order to this place!”

(End of this chapter)