Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 146 Past and Present Life
Although Lin Jiang was mentally prepared, his eyes were still wide open at this moment.

what?
"What's so strange about that?" Manager Guo glanced at him suspiciously. "The story of reincarnation has been told countless times by storytellers in teahouses. If one cultivates to the Star Point Realm and specializes in the soul, it's not surprising that one can be reborn in another body after death."

“I’m not shocked by the reincarnation,” Lin Jiang shook his head. “I’m shocked by Jiang Jinyue’s background.”

"Haha, you really deserve to be surprised! Because this is something that's never even started." Manager Guo slapped his thigh and laughed. "That Li Guang is a crazy woman. She's an orphan who was orphaned at a young age. During the Great Famine in Northwest China, she almost became a corpse lying on the road. Luckily, she was taken in and raised by the Dianxing family's Li Jinyue."

"Is this Star Pointing Master Jiang Jinyue's previous incarnation?"

"That's just her own belief," said Manager Guo. "That Master Li is a master of mixed cultivation. He is addicted to alcohol and likes to say, 'Drink today, for tomorrow we may die.' Most of his teachings are related to alcohol and drunkenness."

How could such a person have fallen?

That is

"Thirty years ago," Manager Guo recalled, "the northern barbarians invaded, and it was difficult to mobilize the troops. Tu'e Tuijie, the leader of the grassland cavalry, performed a ritual. Before the generals of the court could arrive, he had his cavalry create a storm, causing the sky to collapse, and charged all the way to the capital."

"Several heroes in the martial world volunteered to stop the grassland cavalry. The battle was fierce, and three Dianxing, two Daxing, and one grassland died. Their aura turned into a rainbow, which still lingers in Beishan Pass to this day."

"After that, Li Guang went mad. She went to Beishan Pass and sat there for a month. Suddenly, she discovered that there was a Yangtze River in the middle of the pass, with a baby girl in swaddling clothes floating in the middle of the river."

"She insisted that the baby carried the fragrance of the drunken moon that had separated them from the family, and when she was unsure about the name, she compromised and called him Jiang Jinyue."

At this point, Manager Guo stopped talking.

Lin Jiang felt a chill creeping over from afar.

A whooshing sound suddenly arose, and Lin Jiang countered with a backhand grab, his palm sinking as he closed his five fingers.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a single grain of golden wheat.

This is?

Who called?
"Impressive skills indeed!" Manager Guo exclaimed in amazement.

Following the trail of the wheat awns, one could see the woman in tight-fitting clothes pretending to draw a bow.

As Li Shen withdrew the afterimage from his fingertips, his gaze fell upon Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang could tell that she was very puzzled.

“Lord Li, I was entertaining guests here when you suddenly came over and hit me. That’s not very nice of you. If it weren’t for this young master, I’m afraid you would have taken my life.” Manager Guo’s face was full of smiles. He looked at Li Guang with a smile, pushed his teacup back up, and said with a smile:

"Lord Li, this is the finest tea from the palace! Would you like to try some?"

Li Xingguang ignored Manager Guo and instead turned to look at Lin Jiang and Gong Xuan:

“This bastard is good at forcing people to buy things. As long as you drink his tea, he can buy things from you.”

Seeing Lin Jiang and Gong Xuan looking at him, Manager Guo simply smiled and waved his hand, "You two have already discussed business with me, so why should I bother with such trivial deals?"

"So you sold my information for two taels of silver?" Li Xingguang asked, still frowning.

"If you really want to find out this news, which tavern can't you hear about it? Anyone who has spent some time in the capital knows the illustrious name of Lord Li."

Li Xingguang snorted coldly and did not continue to chat idly with Manager Guo.

Then he said:

"Thirty-two years ago, a group of promising talents were not recruited by the court. The civil officials in the court thought that this group of promising talents was not reliable, so they used all sorts of means to secretly kill them. Those bastards who were good at writing and talking were all talk and no action."

"Gentlemen, don't say I didn't warn you. Those who wield ink in the imperial palace are far more adept at killing than singing songs."

Having said that, he turned and left with a flick of his sleeve.

Manager Guo smiled but remained silent.

After hearing these words, Lin Jiang couldn't help but recall the scene of Jiang Jinyue asking for a mirror in front of the King of Qi.

At that time, Jiang Jinyue probably planned to use the Qi King's treasure to see her past life.

This matter is far too complicated. Even if Lin Jiang can tell that Jiang Jinyue is troubled by this, he doesn't know how to tell her.

Let's wait until Jiang Jinyue recovers from her injuries, then treat her to a proper drink and ask her what she thinks.

After bidding farewell to Manager Guo, the two left the pharmacy. Manager Guo stood up to see them off, and as soon as Lin Jiang and Gong Xuan's figures disappeared at the street corner, a playful smile appeared on the merchant's face.

"He blocked Li Ziguang's method with a single hand... Which old guy came to the capital disguised as a ghost?"

……

The following day, Lin Jiang planned to visit Liang Huashan.

When Lin Jiang inquired with Gong Xuan and Chen Da Jiang, he learned that Chen Da Jiang needed to purchase ingredients, while Gong Xuan needed to replenish the talismans he was using. Lin Jiang had no choice but to go out alone with the small ginseng.

Upon hearing that he was to see Liang Huashan, Little Ginseng suddenly seemed reluctant:

"How about we go in a few days? I'm still a little... a little unprepared."

Lin Jiang immediately rejected it:

"That won't do. I've already made plans with them. If I don't go today, wouldn't I be breaking my promise?"

"Why don't you go ask yourself? I'm not going, I'm just asking anyway..."

The young ginseng was clearly more flustered.

"No, that won't work either. This is your business, you should be the one to ask, not me to do it for you."

Seeing that the ginseng was still resisting, Lin Jiang took advantage of its unpreparedness and directly reached out and grabbed the ginseng in his hand.

As the little ginseng screamed in surprise, Lin Jiang revealed a satisfied smile:
"Alright, come with me."

"Lin Jiang! You're bad! You're so bad! You're a really bad person!"

Little Ginseng started biting Lin Jiang's fingers hard, and Lin Jiang laughed heartily:
"Only now do you see my true colors?"

This really annoyed the little ginseng, causing it to struggle violently.

Unfortunately, if Lin Jiang hadn't caught the little ginseng, this little guy could have used his speed to fight back against Lin Jiang. Now that Lin Jiang has caught her, no matter how much she struggles, she can't escape Lin Jiang's grasp.

Finally, she sulked and crossed her two drawn arms together, her face puffed up.

(#￣～￣#)
Humming a folk tune, I walked through the streets and alleys, where new guards stood in front of the Liang mansion.

He stood there with a stern face, looking like someone you shouldn't approach. Looking at this man, Lin Jiang felt as if he were seeing Chen Dajiang again.

The guard, who bore a striking resemblance to Chen Dajiang, asked Lin Jiang in a measured and formal manner:
"Do you have a visiting card?"

"I visited and left my name the day before yesterday."

"Zhu Da?"

"Zhu Da".

"Please." The guard pushed open the door: "The patriarch is free today, please don't linger too long, young master."

"it is good."

Guided by the guard, Lin Jiang entered the courtyard.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Jiang sensed a change in the courtyard in front of him:

What was originally an ordinary house has been transformed into a landscape painting.

The lush bamboo shades the sun, the stream flows through the rocks, and two or three sparrows perch on the arched bridge railings, tilting their heads and chirping.

He couldn't see the towering bamboo grove from outside the courtyard, and there was no water flowing beside the courtyard.

There must have been some underhanded tactics involved.

The attendant in front had seen many people like Lin Jiang; his expression remained unchanged, and he simply pointed into the distance.
"If you go any further, there is a cliff. The family head has placed a chair next to the cliff. If you go there, you can see the sunrise, sunset, starry sky, or even continuous rain. It's very beautiful. If you've finished meeting the family head, it won't take long. You can go and take a look."

"Is it really okay?"

"The master is pleased to have such an elegant guest appreciate the garden," the guard said. "This garden is also the master's creation."

“It is indeed rare to see someone like Master Liang. I thought that if I wanted to see him, I would have to put in a lot of effort, but I didn’t expect that I could just make an appointment.”

"That's how it is, Master," the servant said. "Most of the guests are literati who request paintings, and Master enjoys hearing their exclamations of wonder when they visit the garden."

Lin Jiang nodded; he could roughly understand why Liang Huashan had such a personality.

Liang Huashan is too amazing.

He was so powerful that he could freely receive people who came to him seeking his fame; he was so powerful that he didn't have to worry about anyone plotting against him or doing anything to displease him.

The attendant led Lin Jiang through the dappled bamboo shadows, and suddenly a tranquil half-acre of land appeared.

The winding path of broken bluestone leads to the shore of Mirror Lake, where a stone platform several meters wide floats in the center of the lake.

A table was placed on the stone platform, and Xuan paper was spread on the table. A young man with clear and bright eyes was standing behind the table, holding a brush and writing on the scroll.

"This is the head of the family."

The attendant lowered his head and retreated into the shade of the bamboo.

Lin Jiang straightened his sleeves, walked along the path, and came to the stone slab.

The ginseng he was holding was now completely stiff, and it covered its eyes with its arms, not daring to look at it at all.

Hearing footsteps, Liang Huashan looked up slightly and saw Lin Jiang.

Suddenly, he blinked:

"Please stay."

Lin Jiang stopped in his tracks.

This man looked like a young man, but his voice was quite weathered, giving him a unique air.

Liang Huashan walked quickly to Lin Jiang's side, looked him up and down, then walked a little further away and gestured with his hands.

"nice."

Liang Huashan praised him sincerely.

Lin Jiang: "...Thank you?"

"Are you Zhu Da?"

"I am Zhu Da."

"May I paint a picture for you?" Liang Huashan said, "I think you are best suited to stand in front of the bamboo forest. If you tilt your head slightly and look up at the sky, it would be even more suitable. And if it were under the setting sun, the artistic conception would be even more beautiful."

Lin Jiang seemed to be able to tell that Liang Huashan simply wanted to paint.

Just as a person needs to eat when hungry and drink when thirsty, Liang Huashan needs to paint when he wants to paint.

So Lin Jiang thought about it:
"Okay, but Ms. Liang, I actually have some questions I'd like to ask."

"Can you finish drawing before asking questions?"

"Can you ask all your questions before you start drawing?"

“…Alright.” Liang Huashan conceded: “What do you want to ask?”

Lin Jiang brought out the small ginseng, and Liang Huashan looked at the little guy curiously.

"A painted face?"

"Yes. It was drawn." Lin Jiang poked the ginseng root. "You tell me yourself."

Xiaoshan glared at Lin Jiang, but she still managed to compose herself.

After calming himself down, Xiaoshan Shen looked up at Liang Huashan:
"Um, I'm looking for Ye Wanzhuang. Do you know her?"

When Liang Huashan heard the name, he thought about it carefully.

Then she burst into tears:

"Where did you learn this name from?"

Little Ginseng: "?"

How could you cry over just one sentence?
(End of this chapter)