Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 174 Fragrance

“No one has died.” The square-faced woman walked around the main hall once and said with certainty, “These monks are just asleep.”

"How strange! What kind of cultivation method is this? How can one make progress in cultivation in a dream?"

Han Wangzhi muttered to himself. Having practiced martial arts since childhood, he was unfamiliar with esoteric arts. Although his master had mentioned that there were countless strange arts in the world, the sight of a hall full of monks sleeping together upon entering the mountain gate was truly an eye-opener for him.

Lin Jiang also arrived next to these monks.

He squatted down and glanced at the monks, only to find that the monks were sleeping in all sorts of different postures.

Some monks frowned, probably having had nightmares, while others smiled broadly, likely having dreamt of becoming the revered Buddha.

And some more...

That smile didn't look like a Buddha's at all; it looked more like he was having a dream that a monk shouldn't have.

He leaned closer to Gongxuan and asked in a low voice:
"Could someone have sabotaged this?"

Gong Xuan continued to calculate with his fingers, then shook his head after a long while:
"I can't figure it out. Either this temple practices sleeping meditation, or the practitioner's skill far surpasses mine."

He then looked around at the monks and said:
"The former is more likely. Why would a virtuous person use magic on the entire temple without reason? They neither steal treasures nor take lives, so why bother?"

Lin Jiang nodded in agreement, his gaze suddenly drawn to the incense table in front of the Buddhist altar.

This incense burner looks quite unique. It is entirely made of gold, and the three sticks of ambergris incense are as thick as a child's arm, with wisps of blue smoke rising from them, indicating that they have been burning for quite some time.

After staring at the incense burner for a while, he felt that the aroma emanating from the incense was quite mysterious and hard to describe.

I wonder where this mountain temple got this incense from; it looks quite expensive.

Why don't we ask Liu Fangyue too?

Lin Jiang planned to use his Qi to introspect, but just as he was using his Qi, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He actually...

Unable to connect to my own inner vision palace!

Frowning, Lin Jiang seemed to sense something was slightly amiss.

No matter where he is, he can contact his inner palace.

Why doesn't it work here?
Looking around at the group of monks, Lin Jiang had a sudden realization.

When he came to his senses and tried to call for others, he suddenly felt that the palace around him was becoming distorted and deformed like ink marks.

next moment,
Lin Jiang opened his eyes.

Cold rain pattered against the bluestone steps.

The ancient temple stands silent, with the Linjiang River standing alone at its mountain gate.

Looking around, he saw that everyone in his entourage was lying sprawled on the blue bricks, fast asleep.

Li Fang walked to the front, with half of his face falling onto the part that would get wet from the rain.

The young monk who had opened the door for him was now lying on a soft bamboo couch, drooling.

Lin Jiang thought for a moment and then pulled Li Fang to a deeper spot to take shelter from the rain.

"Young master has woken up."

Suddenly, a voice came from his sleeve, and he looked down to see Liang Huashan.

Beside Lianghua Mountain, even the little ginseng was asleep, curled up in its sleeve, with a ginseng whisker in its mouth.

Just like a child sucking its fingers as it falls asleep.

How long did I sleep?

"Time flies," Liang Huashan said. "I didn't even have time to call you 'Young Master'."

"A dream that lasted so long in a short time."

"This is what dreams are like."

Lin Jiang glanced down at the group and asked, "Are they alright?"

“No.” Liang Huashan in the painting shook his head: “Ordinary dream-entering techniques, even if one stays in a dream for years, will only leave one in a daze upon waking, without causing any fundamental harm.”

"Should we wake them up?"

"It's possible, but I wouldn't recommend it."

"Why?"

“There is someone on this mountain who has set up a ritual altar. Their cultivation is not low. If the others are awake, they may not be able to help.”

Lin Jiang heard Liang Huashan's voice and his brows furrowed slightly.

Liang Huashan said, "The cultivation of the Dharma should be 'incense'."

"Fragrance? It's not a dream?"

"Of course not, young master, please listen carefully."

Lin Jiang's nostrils twitched slightly, and sure enough, a wisp of pine resin-like fragrance floated in the rain, mingling with the moisture and permeating his lungs.

“The foundation of dream magic lies in the human soul, hence the term ‘wandering in the human world.’ If one truly enters a dream, a mere instant can feel like a year has passed.” Liang Huashan explained, “But incense magic doesn’t specialize in this field. Although it can create many magical effects with incense, it still lacks some true skill.”

"So what is this method for?"

"What is cooked is the true flavor of all things. The smoke from temples is fragrant, the first bloom of spring flowers is fragrant, and the delicacies in the cauldron are also fragrant. Every year on the Flower Festival, families of incense makers in the capital sell sachets. This method is not unusual."

Upon hearing this method, Lin Jiang couldn't help but think of the stone Buddha.

sound……

Kind of like ah.

"Can this method make things that are normally inedible taste delicious?"

"When one's spiritual cultivation is profound enough, even a stubborn rock can be imbued with the fragrance of fine food."

Lin Jiang nodded.

"Would you be willing to help me find the person who uses this incense?"

“Not at all,” Liang Huashan laughed, “Let alone finding someone, dealing with this person is not difficult either.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiang lowered his eyes and stared intently at the scroll, remaining silent for a long time, his expression gradually becoming strange:

"Master Liang".

"Hmm?" "This scroll probably can't transmit many techniques, right?"

“Young master, you are indeed overthinking things.” Liang Huashan smiled helplessly. “After living in the capital for a long time, I have become entangled with many people. They don’t really want me to leave the capital and hope that I can stay in my mansion peacefully for the rest of my life. But that is indeed a bit boring, so I came up with this idea. But I really can’t leave the capital.”

Lin Jiang nodded, understanding.

"but……"

At this point, Liang Huashan changed the subject:
“With this painting as a medium, one or two techniques can be used to create a star effect.”

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Liang."

"It doesn't matter."

The conversation had barely ended when several crackling sounds came from the side.

Gong Xuan sprang up directly from the ground.

His eyes still held a hint of unrecognizable daze. Suddenly, he covered his mouth with his hand and coughed violently twice, his face turning slightly pale.

However, he quickly regained his senses and turned to look at Lin Jiang:

"Sir, you're awake."

Upon catching a glimpse of the floating Liang Huashan in the scroll, he bowed respectfully.
"Master Liang".

He knew that Liang Huashan was in the painting and had come along with him.

"The Taoist priest has also woken up."

"I was in a daze for a while in the dream." Gong Xuan smiled bitterly, "In that daze I thought I had become a star, but then I realized how absurd it was and woke up with a start."

Lin Jiang remained silent.

Waking up like this is indeed unpleasant.

Gong Xuan composed himself, stood up, and glanced at Lin Jiang and Liang Huashan again:
"Can you two find any trace of the mastermind behind this scheme?"

"That's roughly it," Liang Huashan said.

"Would it be alright if this humble Taoist priest were to accompany me?"

Lin Jiang was about to nod in agreement when Liang Huashan rejected the idea:

"It would be better for you to stay and guard the mountain temple. The monks are currently lost in a dream. Although nothing has happened yet, we still need a master to keep watch in case of unforeseen circumstances."

Gong Xuan glanced at Lin Jiang, then at Liang Huashan.

Upon closer examination, it makes perfect sense.

Regardless of how many tricks Liang Dajia could use in the painting, just looking at this group walking around Daxing, others would probably avoid them like the plague.

"Then I hope you two have a smooth journey."

"I take your good wishes as a sign."

After the agreement was reached, Gongxuan covered his mouth and coughed twice before going to the temple to set up the talismans.

Liang Huashan, who was in the scroll, took out a brush and started writing and painting on the scroll, creating a black dog.

It was a slender dog, majestic and with soft fur; it was indeed beautiful.

After landing on the ground, the black dog sniffed around, then raised its head, stuck out its tongue, and wagged its tail at Lin Jiang.

It called out softly twice more, and then ran straight out of the mountain temple.

“This person didn’t conceal his aura, so he probably wants to bring someone from this place who won’t be affected to him,” Liang Huashan said. “It feels like he came prepared.”

Lin Jiang didn't hesitate much and followed Mo Quan away from the mountain temple.

Holding a black paper umbrella, he walked up the winding road towards the mountain.

……

Zhou Canjiang inserted several incense sticks into the incense jar one by one, and then placed them neatly on the table covered with yellow cloth.

A gentle flick of the tinderbox ignites the incense stick, and wisps of blue smoke linger and linger.

The rain poured down from the sky, but the rain completely avoided the area around the altar, and even the dissipating incense smoke remained undisturbed.

After the incense had burned out, he picked up the meat box from the table and said:

"Let me make this clear from the start: that guy practices the Gluttonous Method, so no matter what kind of metal, stone, or poison enters his belly, it's like a gentle breeze passing over a hill. If your flesh is really chewed up and crunches, I'm going to run away as fast as I can."

"The eunuch is cowardly." A cold laugh came from the split mouth on the side of the meat box. "I certainly have some tricks up my sleeve, I guarantee he won't be able to open his jaw. Even if by some chance, the surface will turn into something that's been recycled, let's see if he dares to bite down then."

After a moment of hesitation, Lieutenant General Zhou finally spoke:
"As expected of a product trained by Donkey Ball, when it comes to shamelessness, Zhou is completely outmatched."

"Thank you for the compliment." Meat Box sneered again, then added:
"Is he really going to the meeting alone? If he's alone, he'll be easy to deal with, but if he's accompanied by a master, then he'll be difficult to handle."

"Where did so many experts come from!" General Zhou sneered. "There is indeed a Taoist priest around him who is quite skilled, but he is far inferior to me. After receiving my incense, he should not wake up for a while."

"I hope so. Don't try to fool me on this."

Before Zhou Canjiang could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a slight stirring in his heart.

He raised his head and looked into the distance.

Through the thin veil woven by the drizzle, a young man in a blue robe, holding a plain paper umbrella, slowly waded through the water, with a dark-colored greyhound following closely beside him like a scroll painting.

And beneath his feet, even thin clouds and mist flowed.

When the mountain wind suddenly rises and stirs the hem of your clothes, the slanting raindrops perfectly outline the silhouette under the umbrella.

Meat Box squinted at it for a moment, then sneered:
"Hey, this young man is quite handsome. Do you, a eunuch, like him?"

"Bullshit! He's got no physique and no style, why would I like him?"

General Zhou was furious, but he quickly suppressed his anger and turned his attention to Lin Jiang.

Mainly paper umbrellas and ink dogs.

What are these two methods?
I didn't use it when my opponent fought me last time.

Despite his best efforts to suppress it, a sense of foreboding still seeped out from the bottom of his heart.

However, he immediately suppressed these thoughts.

Let's give it a try first. If it really doesn't work, we'll sell the meat box and run away.

How could he possibly catch up with me on his own?
　Happy Children's Day
　　
　
(End of this chapter)