Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 120 Boiling Stones, Enjoying Folk Music

Inside the cell, as two heads withered, the only remaining middleman whispered as if suddenly awakening:
"No wonder...no wonder I was starving on the mountain, but suddenly felt full."

A sharp, hateful growl suddenly burst forth from his throat:

"It's a shame I didn't bring any wine! If it were accompanied by strong liquor, how delicious my flesh and blood would be."

Every word was tinged with regret, as if he wanted to chew up and swallow the regret of a once-in-a-lifetime delicacy.

The three people outside the cell also frowned, wondering whether he had gone mad or was just born a carnivore.

Before Lin Jiang could ask another question, the lump of flesh in the cell suddenly began to pace restlessly.

"Why didn't you prepare more wine? Why didn't you bring spices? I hate it! I truly hate it!"

"Something's not right with him."

"I can see that." Gong Xuan took out a talisman: "Should we seal it for him temporarily?"

"First……"

Before Lin Jiang could even utter the words "seal away," the mass of flesh suddenly spurted out black blood, and as he staggered, his pupils lost their light.

His body swayed, and the light in his eyes completely faded.

In the end, he could only utter one sentence: "I regret it."

He then fell directly to the ground.

The three quickly opened the cage and went inside, only to find that the large lump of flesh had already lost its life.

Lin Jiang squatted down and stared at the face he was facing.

His face was pale, his eyes were lifeless, and his brows were furrowed.

Judging from his appearance, if he were a normal human being, he would probably have died because he had something on his mind and regretted it.

Can……

But this thing, neither human nor ghost, could it truly cause death from depression?

Would someone really regret not having tasted a single bite of their brother's food?
Lin Jiang wasn't crazy, so he couldn't figure out what a madman was thinking.

They placed their fingers on the monster's nose, but it was no longer breathing. The three of them had no other choice.

Lin Jiang, however, reached out and touched his tiger-patterned robe.

After thinking about it, I finally pulled my hand back.

If it were an ordinary mortal, eating it would be fine, but this lumps of ghostly flesh and blood, it's hard to say whether the tiger's robe could digest it.

If there's still some filth left in this lump of flesh, and the tiger robe becomes delirious after eating it, that would be bad.

"I'll burn it for him, to avoid any trouble with this thing."

Gong Xuan unfolded the talisman and slapped it onto the lump of flesh. With a light touch of the fire tongs, the talisman's flames surged and instantly enveloped the deformed body.

The leaping fire did not affect the dry grass spread below the cell; it only danced on the blurred flesh and blood.

As the fire gradually died down, the charred ground was completely clear of ashes.

“I will inform Governor Nagano one day and ask him to send more people to keep watch, so that no one can enter that dark area again,” Jiang Jinyue said.

Lin Jiang stared at the only scorch mark left on the ground.

Immortal herbs atop the mountain, a dark curtain hangs over the dome.

Are all these red dots like this?
Or is there something else going on?

……

As the setting sun loomed over the mountains, Kang Shazi had already finalized the arrangements for Feng Ao's aftermath with the square-faced woman in Jiang Jinyue's group.

First of all, Feng Ao Mountain is definitely gone.

Neither Kang the Fool nor the square-faced woman believed that this hill should continue to exist.

Bai Zifeng had long since lost all his reputation and integrity. Now, mentioning him only brings him the infamous reputation of a bandit's den. Mentioning him at midnight can even stop a child from crying.

However, establishing an official system is not something that can be accomplished overnight. The governor of Nagano has always been conservative, and official documents have been circulating through multiple layers. It is estimated that it will take more than a year for the system to take shape.

In this lull, Kang the Fool took it upon himself to lead the others in cleaning up the mess left by Feng Ao.

But this is also an opportunity for Kang the Fool.

Kang the Fool's reputation among the people has long surpassed that of the officials in Nagano. If he takes this opportunity to gather the local militia, even without his former power and influence, the petty villains will still be terrified.

It should be known that while the law may not bind the greedy, a cold blade can sever a person's neck. Only virtuous officials are worthy of obeying the law, while those who are not virtuous can only be wielded with a long knife.

"This time, we owe a great deal to you all."

The meeting hall inside the stronghold reeked of blood, so it was no longer suitable to stay there. When the group met again, they chose to go directly to the rooftop outside.

It's a bit windy at the top of the mountain, so Kang Shazi needs to speak louder.

Kang Shazi clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, saying loudly, "If it weren't for you all, we would probably not be able to deal with Bai Zifeng on our own."

“No need for such formalities,” Lin Jiang said with a righteous expression, raising his voice slightly. “When I met their accountant, he said that if I killed him, it would surely provoke retaliation from Feng Aoshan. I was forced into this situation.”

Those who heard this laughed awkwardly.

Forced into a corner, they ended up wiping out the entire mountain?
Which company would be "forced into" this situation?
After chatting and laughing, the group went down the mountain and took a horse-drawn carriage to the mountain village where Kang the Fool lived.

Accompanying them were clouds blown by the mountain winds of Feng'ao Mountain. By the time the clouds settled over the mountain village, the convoy of cars had arrived.

Lin Jiang searched for Chen Dajiang for a while and found that the latter had already brought the carriage over.

They even stuffed a lot of dry food into the carriage.

These were all gifts of gratitude given by people from the surrounding villages after they heard that Bai Zifeng had been killed.

Unable to find Lin Jiang, who had killed the enemy, they went to look for Chen Dajiang, who had come with Lin Jiang. The moment they opened their eyes that day, a large number of villagers surrounded Chen Dajiang, startling him into thinking his young master had committed some crime. Upon questioning, he learned that Lin Jiang had beheaded the enemy. Overjoyed, he accepted all the villagers' gifts. By the time he realized what had happened, the carriage was already full.

Lin Jiang looked helplessly at Chen Dajiang, who seemed quite embarrassed.

Looking at the time, Lin Jiang turned to look at Gong Xuan and the Six Doors members who hadn't left yet.

What are your goals for the future?

First, Gong Xuan laughed and said, "I take the world as my home and am content wherever I am. I'm fine with going anywhere. I was unable to travel with you last time, so I wonder if you would still be willing to hire me this time?"

"That's natural!"

Lin Jiang was overjoyed.

He still wanted to learn many techniques from Gong Xuan, and if Gong Xuan was willing to travel with him, he would naturally be willing to spend some money to hire him.

The Six Doors side hesitated, and just as the square-faced woman was about to take her leave, Jiang Jinyue stepped forward:
"We are passing through Nagano on our way back to the capital, and we heard that you, sir, also have this intention. Why don't we travel together?"

Lin Jiang thought for a moment.

If you travel from Nagano to Kyoto, you'll take the western route. If you have a customs pass, it's not far, and you should be able to get there in no time.

Traveling with the Six Doors is indeed a feasible option.

Putting aside how much trouble it would save on the road, Lin Jiang actually wanted to ask Jiang Jinyue about martial arts.

Although his battle with Bai Zifeng was very rewarding, without expert guidance, his journey ahead would likely encounter setbacks.

The square-faced woman hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped. Logically speaking, the official team shouldn't call other people into the team, but Jiang Jinyue was her superior after all, so she couldn't say anything.

However, the girl in the brocade dress in the group whispered to the square-faced woman:

"Oh dear, is Lord Jiang perhaps harboring romantic feelings? That young man is indeed handsome."

The square-faced woman stomped directly on the girl's foot, causing the girl to hop on one leg in pain.

Then he glared at him and said, "Lord Jiang, your heart is pure and you are ignorant of worldly affairs. If you continue to talk nonsense, I will slap you."

Jiang Jinyue glanced at the two people whispering beside her with a puzzled look.

She really didn't understand what the two people were saying.

Instead of admiring handsome men, it would be better to add two stone pillars to their shoulders. If they could carry stone lions on their backs and walk sideways, that would be something to brag about.

Ignoring the questions on the minds of the Six Doors members beside him, Lin Jiang patted Chen Dajiang on the shoulder before smiling and saying:
"Let's go and get all the food from the car."

Chen Dajiang was puzzled, but he still opened the back of the car and carried out the boxes of food one by one.

Lin Jiang checked and found that there were indeed quite a few.

"Young master, what's going on?" Kang Shazi approached Lin Jiang and asked, puzzled.

Lin Jiang smiled:
Can you smell the aroma of boiling stones?

"I've heard of the technique of boiling stones. It involves cooking stones in hot water, which can preserve their afterimages and write them into the Great Illusion. I've heard that if one cultivates to the highest level, one can stew stones until they are soft and tender. If a chopstick is inserted into it, it will radiate golden light. Climbing up to the sky with the golden light is how one becomes an immortal."

“My method of boiling stones is quite different from what you described,” Lin Jiang said with a smile. “You need to set up a big pot, put the stones in it, and each household adds a dish to it. In the end, even the stones will be delicious.”

He then pointed to the boxes next to him:

"These are all the villagers' good intentions. Why don't we use this stone-boiling technique to cook them today?"

How could Kang the Fool not understand what Lin Jiang meant when he got here?
Filled with gratitude, I sincerely offer my hands in thanks.

"Thank you, young master."

"These are the villagers' own dishes, why thank me?" Lin Jiang was puzzled.

Without further ado, following Lin Jiang's instructions, they brought a large pot, casually put some small stones in it, set up a fire, and started cooking. They used meat as a base and placed vegetables on top. They also borrowed some gongs from villagers and started banging them enthusiastically.

Soon the villagers were drawn out by the sound of the gong, and Kang the Fool took the opportunity to shout to them:
"Time for a continuous feast!"

The villagers came out of their houses and saw that Kang the Fool had already brought out a long table, and many of them also took out their bowls.

When they got closer, they realized that the grain was the same grain they had given to Chen Dajiang before. They then asked Kang Shazi for the details.

She was filled with gratitude and kept saying nice things to Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang raised his arm:

"Good wishes can't fill an empty stomach. Those who can cook, come on over. If the bandits are gone, we'll have to have a feast. What kind of victory is it without a feast?"

Without further formalities, those who could cook went to cook, and those who couldn't cook went to help move tables and chairs. Lin Jiang glanced around and saw the mother and son who had eaten noodles earlier in the crowd. The mother wanted to join in cooking, but her son stopped her.

Seeing this, Kang Shazi simply waved his hand and ordered his men to slaughter two pigs.

Although pork is a delicacy, it cannot compare to the feast we are having now.

After stirring for a while, the steaming hot stew was placed on the table one by one.

The mixed stew served in the earthenware bowl was glistening with oil, and could not compare to the delicacies served in restaurants.

But the local people were enjoying their meal and the atmosphere was lively.

A bowl was also placed in front of Lin Jiang, on which one could see the sliced ​​pork belly with three layers.

This was specially prepared for those who were fighting bandits in the mountains.

Lin Jiang took a spoonful.

There was a bit too much mushy stuff, and the flavor was slightly bland while it was cooking in the big pot.

But it was still delicious; it was the best thing Lin Jiang had eaten recently.

As the wooden spoon stirs, the saltiness blends into the smoke rising from the chimneys of hundreds of households.

P.S.: Still has a high fever...

(End of this chapter)