Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 136 Connection
When Lin Jiang returned home, it was just getting dark.

Cook Song was staring at Little Ginseng in the courtyard.

Xiao Shanshen stood with his hands on his hips, while the cook huddled up in fear, looking up at him with apprehension.

"You broke into someone else's house last time, that was wrong. Don't do it again!"

The young ginseng stood with his hands on his hips, shouting and yelling.

"The immortal is right, I won't do it again next time."

"I'm not a celestial being, I'm a chivalrous hero!" Little Ginseng insisted, trying to persuade Chef Song to change her tune.

"Great hero, you are a great hero."

When she saw Lin Jiang and the others return, the cook looked a little embarrassed.

There was also a hint of unease in it.

"Please forgive me, gentlemen. I just tried the new kitchen utensils and was unable to pick them up."

The cook, Song, floated in front of them, bowed slightly, and her eyes darted around.

Lin Jiang could see the obvious sadness on her face, but she clearly suppressed it quickly and forced a smile.

Upon hearing this, Gong Xuan chuckled and took out several talismans from his pocket, covering all the kitchen utensils in the kitchen with them.

"Try it again now."

The cook stared at the cooking utensils that had been covered with talismans.

These cooking utensils do seem to have undergone some changes.

She subconsciously swallowed, her expression clearly becoming tense.

She carefully walked to the cooking utensils, slowly reaching out to touch them. The moment her fingertips touched the utensils, a faint look of disbelief appeared on Chef Song's face.

Then came heartfelt joy.

She reached for the kitchen utensils, grabbed the cleaver, and jumped and danced with joy, as if she were dancing. But she had never learned to dance, and her movements were uncoordinated.

Even the cleaver on his head was about to fall off.

They cheered and jumped for joy, but tears streamed down their faces, falling to the ground and turning into will-o'-the-wisps before melting back into their bodies.

"I've found it! I've found it and I can cook again! I can cook again! Waaah... I can cook again!"

As she cried, she squatted down on the ground.

I cried so much that I couldn't stop by wiping it with my hands, and I couldn't stop by trying to suck it back in.

It just flowed down my face like that.

At this moment, Chef Song could only apologize repeatedly:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have cried. How can I cook with such a long face?"

"It doesn't matter."

Lin Jiang walked beside the girl, wanting to reach out and comfort her.

Unfortunately, he still couldn't reach the girl, and could only pretend to pat her on the shoulder.

The little girl didn't seem to notice anything.

As her sobs subsided, Cook Song gripped her cooking utensils, clearly having composed herself, and radiating energy.

"My lords, I will prepare dinner for you right away. Please wait a moment."

He hurried into the kitchen with the iron pot in his arms, and soon the crackling sound of the stove fire came through, along with the aroma of ingredients.

Lin Jiang even heard a broken tune mixed with humming drifting from the kitchen:
"White tofu, fragrant cardamom, calloused hands busy every day..."

Gong Xuan stroked his beard and smiled.

I feel much better now.

He then quietly walked to Lin Jiang's side:

"Young master, are you planning to buy that house?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiang and Gong Xuan both turned their heads to look at the large courtyard across the street.

That night, the courtyard was still dark, appearing desolate.

"I haven't thought about it yet."

This is no small matter.

Even if Lin Jiang had all the money in his pocket, he might not be able to afford such a luxurious house.

This is one of them.

Secondly,

Although, according to Gao Xuan's idea, the doctor's wife, the daughter of a minister, is likely to lose power and be displaced amidst the undercurrents of power struggles in the capital, if one were to take advantage of this, one would have to wade into the murky waters of the capital's power struggles.

He certainly wouldn't agree on a whim.

Gong Xuan, standing to the side, pondered for a moment and said:
"This humble Taoist priest can inquire on your behalf."

"Does the Taoist priest have connections in the capital?"

"I have my own plans."

"Then I will trouble you, Daoist Master."

After finishing their conversation, the group sat down by the rock to wait for their meal.

A moment later, Chef Song came out carrying a plate.

She prepared a total of four dishes and a soup: two cold dishes of fish sashimi and duck feet, one hot dish of braised pork belly, one stir-fried vegetable dish, and chicken soup.

Lin Jiang picked up his chopsticks to taste the food and found it to be even better than the famous restaurants in the city.

The other two also praised it repeatedly after tasting it, making Chef Song blush.

"If you all don't mind, I'm willing to come here every night to cook."

Lin Jiang nodded, agreeing with Chef Song's suggestion.

After finishing the leftovers, Lin Jiang watched the cook's retreating figure as she washed the dishes, then pulled the old Taoist priest aside and said, "Isn't it bad for a ghost to remain in the mortal world?"

“It cannot be generalized,” Gong Xuan explained. “There are those who yearn for liberation, those who are unable to let go of their obsessions, and those who cultivate the incense-burning Dharma body. This woman’s heart fire is entirely focused on the stove; if she continues, she might actually cultivate the incense-burning body.”

Lin Jiang understood.

What a good girl.

It's a pity he got involved in such a mess and lost his life in vain.

……

As Lin Jiang closed his eyes to regulate his breathing at midnight, a strange sound suddenly came from the ancient tree.

He closed his eyes and looked down, and soon realized that it was Gong Xuan calling someone else.

"Young Master, what's the matter?"

The sound of the tin can rang in Lin Jiang's ears.

Upon hearing the sound of the metal sheet, Lin Jiang's expression turned somewhat strange.

So this is what Gongxuan meant by connections.

However, if Gongxuan could help ask, it would actually be a good thing for Lin Jiang.

If Lin Jiang, posing as the eldest son, inquires about the house with Tiepizi, then as long as Tiepizi investigates who ultimately owned the house, the identity of the eldest son will naturally be exposed.

With Gong Xuan doing this, there are absolutely no worries.

Although Lin Jiang knew that if Tie Pizi really wanted to investigate, he could probably trace his whereabouts back to the capital, the eldest young master still wanted to maintain some secrecy.

There's no need to do it yourself if you haven't already revealed the truth.

Just as Lin Jiang had predicted, Gong Xuan started gossiping about the matter:

"Brother Tinplate, I've arrived in the capital."

"Oh? Then I'll definitely meet you when I have some free time."

"Of course," Gongxuan said with a smile. "Speaking of which, I also met with Minister Gao of the Court of Judicial Review today. I wonder what you know about him?"

"Lord Gao!" Tiepizi's voice became somewhat excited. "That man is no small figure in the capital. Although his cultivation is not high, he has managed to hold the position of one of the Nine Ministers. He is quite capable. It must have been Brother Jiumengzi who caught the attention of this lord when he was suppressing the bandits of Feng'ao Mountain."

"Actually, this gentleman told me something else today."

Gongxuan recounted the story about the house, but he changed the subject, saying that it was he who needed to buy the house.

After speaking, Gong Xuancai asked:

"What do you think of that house?"

Tinplate answered decisively:
"We must take it."

"how do I say this."

"I know the house you're talking about, and I know that doctor's wife very well," Tiepizi explained with a smile. "Liu Ning is arrogant because of her family background. Although no one dares to openly offend her, there are people in the court who want to deal with her."

"Liu Ning's father, Minister Liu, happened to be in the faction of the Grand General, in charge of the Northwest region. Now that Feng'ao Mountain has been taken down, the Grand General's influence in the Northwest region has declined, and it is the time when everyone is turning against him."

"Moreover, if you, Daoist, can buy this house, it will also benefit the eldest young master."

Gong Xuan was stunned, and Lin Jiang, who was listening in, was also stunned.

Lin Jiang never expected that this matter would be related to him.

"Didn't the eldest young master want to get in touch with Sun Zhong? This house has a red deed from the Ministry of Justice. If the Taoist priest buys this house, the red deed from the Ministry of Justice will definitely pass through Sun Zhong's desk. Even if he is sick now, these documents will probably still pass through his hands. This house is also special. As long as you go to buy it, Sun Zhong will probably summon the new owner of the house once."

After listening to Tiepi's analysis, Lin Jiang roughly understood what he meant.

Lin Jiang had been worrying about how to find Sun Zhong, but he never expected to get the opportunity here.

"From what Brother Tiepizi said earlier, it seems that Lord Sun's injuries are quite serious." Gongxuan couldn't help but ask, "He's injured like this, and he still needs to check official documents and seals?"

"After all, he injured his body, not his brain, and official documents and seals don't require physical strength." Iron Skin couldn't help but sigh, "Officials in the capital are not exactly idle."

Lin Jiang seemed to sense a hint of resentment in Tiepizi's words.

After much thought, buying this house seems to be a win-win situation.

The only problem might be that before Minister Liu steps down, his wife, Liu Ning, is very likely to cause trouble.

"Thank you, Brother Iron Skin."

"No need for thanks, it was just a small favor."

The two chatted for a few more minutes before quickly cutting off contact. Lin Jiang heard no sound and also disconnected.

……

The next morning, Gong Xuan went directly to Lin Jiang and told him about what he had found out from Tiepizi the day before. Lin Jiang looked like he understood.

Having a valid reason, he planned to get the money to buy a house.

This time, buying a house also requires finding a real estate agent, who will then contact a senior official in the Ministry of Justice.

The landlord, who had just rented out the house the day before yesterday, still remembered Lin Jiang. He never expected that in just two days, this young master, who was obviously an outsider, would actually spend a lot of money to buy that haunted house!

"Young master, you'd better think this through. This house is a real problem. Even if the official in charge of the Ministry of Justice sells it to you, he'll probably still be driven away by the official's wife when she comes to visit."

"You can rest assured about that."

Seeing that the young master was so determined, Fang Ya simply stopped saying anything.

Why would I turn down a business opportunity that's already in my hands?

Anyway, it won't bother him.

The plan was to send the apprentice out to find the official in charge of the Ministry of Justice, and arrange a time when both parties were available to finalize the deal.

After a short while, the apprentice hurriedly returned. He looked slightly anxious and whispered something to Fang Ya. After hearing this, Fang Ya's expression turned very strange.

Having witnessed this scene, Lin Jiang couldn't help but ask in surprise:

"Why that look? Is there a problem buying a house?"

"There is indeed a problem." Fang Ya chuckled twice. "That official from the Ministry of Justice has gone missing."

(End of this chapter)