Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 125 Lost Ship
"What do you mean by that? Could it be that there are malevolent spirits lurking here?"

Jiang Jinyue's willow-leaf eyebrows were raised and her almond-shaped eyes were wide open.

This concept of nature is completely different!
If you are registered criminals of the Zhenping Division, I naturally won't bother with you, but if you commit crimes under the Zhenping Division's name...

Let's see if the token of the Jingcheng Heian Division can keep things in check!

Although small in stature, the imposing aura emanating from him was immense. In an instant, the wolf-headed man's ears drooped, his back arched, and his mane stood on end.

A whimper, like a puppy being beaten, escaped from his throat:
"Absolutely not! Our shop is run by legitimate businesses! Please, sir, be aware!"

Wolf Head's eyes were brimming with tears; he was about to cry.

"I'll give you a chance to explain yourself properly."

The wolf-headed man dared not delay any longer and repeatedly asked, "Sir, you've lost three strands of souls, haven't you?"

"good."

"We have already found them and were going to send them back to the mortal world, but one of them was so captivated by the song while passing through the wilderness that he refused to leave. We couldn't force him to go."

"This song, is it 'The Lost Ship'?" Gong Xuan asked, a slight change in expression on his face, as if he had suddenly remembered something.

The wolf-headed man nodded repeatedly.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinyue also withdrew her imposing aura and pursed her lips slightly.

Lin Jiang's forehead was full of question marks.

He had never heard of this before.

Turning to look at Chen Dajiang, who had an expression of being absorbed in his own thoughts, he realized he had been lost in thought for quite some time.

Noticing Lin Jiang's gaze, Chen Dajiang turned around, revealing a very clean smile:
"Young Master, I don't know anything."

"Young Master, you should know that during the early years of our Great Xing Dynasty, there were many stars," Gong Xuan explained patiently to Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang nodded.

"Many Dianxing perished in the founding war, but Dianxing is different from ordinary cultivators. Although people die, their Dao remains."

"When those who first enter the seventh heaven die, it only causes a sudden change in the celestial phenomena, which is fleeting. But if they enter the eighth heaven, they seize the creation of heaven and earth and give back to the universe, leaving behind a myriad of extraordinary phenomena in this world."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiang couldn't help but think of that mountain peak that was perpetually shrouded in mist and clouds.

Even a century after that star fell, the entire mountain remains a forbidden land shrouded in mist and clouds.

"Is the lost ship also a remnant of the stars?"

"Of course."

Gong Xuan nodded:

"In the previous dynasty, there was a man who could communicate with the spirits and summon the dead back to the world. Using this method, they could become his army and conquer the world. He was the founder of the walking corpse sect."

"It's a pity that this patriarch acted so eccentrically that he angered many opponents, and was eventually killed by the patriarch of the farming sect and a martial artist."

"When it died, its three origins diverged: one fell into the underworld and became a mirror of past lives. Over the past thousand years, many have sought it, but all have returned empty-handed."

"The second rainbow broke through the sky and disappeared westward, vanishing without a trace from Daxing;

"The three scattered like stars in the rain, spreading to all directions of Daxing, becoming lost ships."

"There's more than one?"

“Of course, there was more than one,” Gong Xuan said. “According to records, several lost ships have appeared at some locations at the same time, and at most three have been traveling together.”

"This person was truly skilled; even after death, he could still cause such a great commotion."

“There are differences between the masters of the Star Pointing Sect. After all, he was the founder of a sect. It is normal for strange phenomena to appear in the world after his death.” Gong Xuan said, “There are more than one such phenomenon in Daxing. However, not all of them are dangerous. Some masters of the Star Pointing Sect have the world in their hearts. Most of the wonders they create after death are harmless. They just leave a comment for future generations to see them and say that the scenery is very beautiful.”

"The Taoist priest is truly learned and knowledgeable."

The wolf-headed man beside him exclaimed in admiration, then added two more comments to Gong Xuan's behalf:
"This ship often appears in places where yin energy is stagnant, such as the tributary of the River of Oblivion near the Ghost Market. The black water at the bottom of the ship will cause mortals to lose their bones and muscles if they touch it, and ghosts and demons will suffer the pain of having their hearts ripped out and bones removed if they touch it; as for the singing girls at the bow of the ship, all who hear them will be trapped in a life of regret and willingly sink into oblivion."

"That sounds terrifying."

"It's more than just deadly." The wolf head shrank back visibly, trembling. "Those who board this ship, whether ghosts or demons, mostly never return. Some say that ship leads directly to the Netherworld, and boarding one will take you to the Netherworld Palace left behind by that star-pointing being."

"Isn't there any way to deal with it?" Lin Jiang made a powerful slashing motion: "For example, just sink that ship."

"Do you think this is ice fishing?" The wolf-headed man spread out his hairy paws with a bitter face: "That thing has no physical form, firearms can't hit it, knives and axes can't cut it, even someone like this Taoist priest who can use talismans to suppress evil spirits would have to put in a lot of effort to destroy it, it's not worth it."

"Then how should we deal with it?"

"Generally speaking, you either avoid it or cover your ears. If you really can't avoid it, you can only pray that your life is happy and fulfilling enough."

"what?"

Lin Jiang was stunned again.

What does this have to do with a happy and fulfilling life?

"Songs evoke regrets in the heart; if life were perfect and without flaws, then music would be like a gentle breeze through the hall, unable to disturb the mind."

Lin Jiang's expression became slightly subtle.

He truly hadn't expected that the mysteries left by these stars could be overcome through mental health.

“This is called having a peaceful mind,” Gong Xuan said. “When the six senses are clear, no evil can invade.”

After learning the whole story, the group looked at each other in bewilderment. They couldn't just leave the person unattended, but how could they do it?

"Are they still on shore?"

"Not yet," said the wolf-headed man. "I sent some of my men to guard the ship and prevent the spirit from boarding, but I don't know if they can carry it until the ship leaves."

"I'm afraid that won't work." Gong Xuan clearly knew the Lost Ship best, and he immediately shook his head: "Even if you forcibly leave the souls that have been bewitched by the Lost Ship, there will be indelible damage to their three souls and seven spirits. Even if they return to their bodies, they will become foolish and stupid."

"Then, Taoist priest, do you have any ideas?"

"I can only give it a try."

Gong Xuan lightly pressed his temples with his knuckles, then turned and scanned the crowd:
"I am going to the Lost Ship next. If any of you have any lingering attachments or desires, please do not go with me. If you are truly blinded, it will only cause trouble."

Chen Dajiang, of course, had no problem, patting his clothes so hard they rustled: "I'm living a happy and smooth life, what problem could there be?"

Lin Jiang thought about it and realized that he didn't have any obsessions.

Jiang Jinyue shook her head: "I won't go."

It seems that this trip to the capital was not as enjoyable and happy as it appeared on the surface.

Little Ginseng thought for a moment, then asked hesitantly:
"I'd like to find that painter, does that count?"

"You'd better just stay here obediently."

Lin Jiang placed the small ginseng in Jiang Jinyue's hand.

Little Ginseng was a little unconvinced, but she still listened to Lin Jiang. She simply sat cross-legged in Jiang Jinyue's palm and waved goodbye in the direction of Lin Jiang and the others.

"come back quickly!"

Lin Jiang also waved goodbye.

Then, he followed Gong Xuan and walked into the distance.

The wolf-headed man led the way, and the group followed behind. Before half an incense stick had burned, the sound of flowing water mixed with intermittent string and wind instruments seeped into their ears.

The wasteland splits open into the Liuli River.

He frowned slightly, looked up, and suddenly saw a dazzling array of colors appear on the plain ahead.

Three-masted painted boats floated on the river, with three rows of colorful silk lanterns hanging down, thirty-three in each row. The flowing light made the skeletons at the bottom of the river as clear as crystal.

A faint song drifted on the waves:

"The ice strings freeze, the jade water clock stops."

"The lonely goose was startled by the sound of cold anvils,

"The water chestnut flowers illuminate the night."

Listening to the melodious singing, Lin Jiang couldn't help but feel a unique sensation.

Memories, like a mist, welled up in my eyes.

He saw a road that was not yet completely paved with asphalt, and a tall cypress tree planted on a mound surrounded by stone bricks. Under the cypress tree was an old woman who had made a box out of tattered foam shells and covered the box with a cotton quilt.

When he was a child, the old woman would always smile broadly whenever he leaned close to her.

"Grandson, would you like an ice pop?"

With a sudden jolt, Lin Jiang's thoughts returned, and when he looked at the drifting ship again, his eyes were completely different.

Even these thoughts were brought up!

Even so, Lin Jiang could still feel an attraction from the ship in the distance.

Like...

He is telling Lin Jiang:

"Follow me, I know a way home."

Lin Jiang quickly banished these thoughts from his mind, and when he looked at the large ship in front of him again, his face was full of vigilance.

That's weird.

Gong Xuan looked at Lin Jiang with a puzzled expression, wondering why he suddenly had such an expression.

However, the group didn't have time to think about these things at the moment.

Because they spotted a noisy group of people in the distance.

Several demonic creatures, still bearing distinct animalistic features, were binding a man with ropes. The man's body was semi-transparent, clearly a spirit.

He was looking up at the ships sailing further and further away, his mouth open, and a sharp roar came from his throat:

"Cuihua! Don't go! Don't go!"

Lin Jiang had just been trying to calm his homesickness, but hearing that voice instantly swept away all his strange feelings.

This name...

It really is simple and unadorned.

(End of this chapter)