Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 179 Approaching the Destination
Three days after Lin Jiang and his group left, the lingering fragrance on the mountaintop still lingered.

Although General Zhou did not possess the legitimate skills of the Star Pointing Technique, his lifelong cultivation before his death was truly extraordinary.

This fragrance will likely take years to dissipate.

The monks closest to the mountain peak naturally noticed this as well, but for them, it was not necessarily a bad thing.

After all, although General Zhou tricked the monks once, if the mountaintop could retain its fragrance for a long time, it would be a good thing and could attract more pilgrims in the future.

So the abbot sent young monks to patrol the mountain every day for the next two days, and also instructed them that if they had extra resources, they could use the temple's money to build a welcoming pavilion on the summit.

The gray-robed novice monk on duty today climbed the broken steps.

He sniffed involuntarily as he walked along the road.

The refreshing fragrance relaxed his brows and eyes. Even without the long-term plans of the abbot, the feeling of complete comfort alone made him secretly hope that the fragrance would linger.

Upon reaching the summit, before we could even take a closer look around, we saw two figures suddenly standing amidst the thin mist.

Looking in the direction of the two figures, the little monk was slightly stunned.

Standing there were a man and a woman. The woman was dressed in a light blue dress and looked somewhat timid, not daring to look the man in the eye.

The woman was also holding a flower basket, which was clearly filled with many flowers.

At first glance, it's colorful and quite beautiful.

Beside the woman stood a man dressed in scholar's clothes, who appeared to be quite upright.

But that's not the point.

The key point is that this man was wearing a donkey head mask.

The hood was half-draped and hung down, giving it a strangely comical look.

The two stood atop the mountain, conversing, their fragmented words carried by the wind to the young monk's ears:

"He's dead..."

"...He acted alone?"

"I am not sure."

Before they finished speaking, the two seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around.

The little monk shrank back in fright, forcing a smile, and clasped his hands together in prayer.
"Greetings, both of you."

The woman immediately lowered her head even further, her lips trembling, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes.

She doesn't seem to be good at talking to other people.

The man wearing the donkey-head mask nodded in response.
"Greetings, young master."

"Are these two here to offer incense at the temple?"

For some reason, the little monk felt his breathing become heavy and his whole body felt uncomfortable when he stared at the two people.

“No,” the man shook his head, the donkey hide dangling from his head. “The two of them came here simply to remember an old friend.”

"Then... this humble monk will not disturb you any longer."

The young monk felt increasingly dizzy and uncomfortable all over; all he wanted was to escape from this place as soon as possible.

He quickly bowed to the two people in front of him, then turned and left.

Once the gray-robed figure had completely disappeared at the end of the mountain path, the donkey-headed man turned to his companion:

"There's no need to kill rashly."

"It seems like he heard us talking..."

The woman's voice was soft and low, sounding as if she were very aggrieved, and tears were about to well up in her eyes.

“We can’t take someone’s life just because they might hear it,” the donkey-headed man said calmly. “Besides, he’s just a little monk. If he heard it, he heard it. There’s no need to be so petty about some things.”

"I don't quite understand."

“Many people in the General’s mansion don’t quite understand this matter,” Donkey Head sighed. “Well, let’s tell the General about it first. Lin Shengfeng’s grandson is much more cunning than we have imagined.”

……

The convoy's journey went surprisingly smoothly, and the closer they got to the Qingniwa area, the more prosperous the surroundings became.

At first, only scattered villages could be seen, but as the wheels rolled, settlements gradually appeared like stars dotting the plains, and Lin Jiang and his companions even saw several sizable market towns.

The market was bustling with activity, with shop flags waving and carriages flowing like a river.

On the seventh day after leaving the capital, the group arrived at a town near Qingniwa.

The town is called "Erligou". Originally, it meant a ditch two li away from Qingniwa. Later, Qingniwa moved further and further towards the coast, but Erligou remained in the same place. No matter how you measured it, you could not measure the distance of two li.

Despite this, thanks to its proximity to the big city, the area remains prosperous. Where there are bluestone slabs, the area is within the boundaries of the old town of Qingniwa.

After searching around the city, the group found a small inn where they could stay.

The group found a small inn to stay in and were about to have their meal when Lin Jiang suddenly saw the words "mackerel dumplings" on the menu, and memories flooded back.

Before he was transported to this world, his family took him to a small coastal town. In a low-lying bungalow, he ate mackerel dumplings made from mackerel paste.

I still remember the delicious taste.

Thinking of those past memories made her feel a little sad, and she sighed before asking the waiter for a serving of dumplings.

Just as Lin Jiang and the waiter were examining the fish closely, Han Wangzhi seized the opportunity to ask everyone in a low voice:
"Just who is this Young Master Zhu?"

The group of people who had just taken their seats were trying to relax after their long journey when they heard this and looked at each other in bewilderment.

In the end, Li Fang looked at the other three.

There were six people in the group this time, and these three must all know "Zhu Da". The others, upon hearing this, couldn't think of a way to introduce Lin Jiang for the time being.

Seeing that he couldn't get any information from the questions, Han Wangzhi thought he hadn't explained things completely enough, so he started muttering to himself:

"Back in the temple, everyone except the Taoist priest was affected. But the Taoist priest said it was all thanks to Young Master Zhu who solved the problem. How could he break the spell that put us to sleep all by himself? But Young Master Zhu clearly admitted that his Taoist skills are not as good as mine."

When Li Fang arrived, his expression turned somewhat strange:
"Xiao Han, you can't just believe everything people say. Young Master Zhu is just being polite with you."

Jiang Jinyue and the square-faced woman both nodded. They had always believed that Lin Jiang was a martial artist at the sixth level of the Heavenly Realm, so they didn't care about Lin Jiang's "politeness".

Only Gong Xuan, who knew the truth, couldn't quite keep a straight face.

"Young Master Zhu was one of the main forces in the bandit suppression operation at Feng'ao Mountain a few days ago."

Jiang Jinyue added a sentence.

Han Wangzhi then nodded in realization.

Although the Feng Ao Mountain incident involved many people, it still managed to reach the ears of others in the Six Doors to some extent, and Bai Zifeng's abilities were also recorded.

The martial artist, having lived in the Sixth Heaven for a long time, was ultimately quite skilled.

Looking at Lin Jiang's back again, his eyes were filled with reverence.

He didn't think Lin Jiang was younger than him. It was common for those with profound cultivation to maintain their youthful appearance. It was an anomaly for someone like Gong Xuan, who was in his early forties but looked like he was in his fifties. He secretly thought that this young master Zhu was probably over sixty years old. He must have been a master in the martial arts world who finally came to his senses and came to the capital to take up a post.

When Lin Jiang returned, he noticed something strange in Han Wangzhi's eyes and subconsciously touched the tip of his nose, puzzled.

The group sat down at the table to wait for the food, and soon the restaurant brought out several plates of dumplings.

In addition, there was a dish of vinegar and a dish of garlic sauce.

They picked up their chopsticks and started eating. After tasting it, everyone praised it, saying it tasted good. Lin Jiang also perked up.

I picked up a freshly cooked dumpling, dipped it in vinegar and garlic sauce, and put it in my mouth.

But as they chewed, their swallowing speed gradually slowed down.

"what happened?"

Gong Xuan noticed Lin Jiang's unusual behavior, swallowed the dumpling in his mouth, and coughed twice to lower his voice:

"Is it not to your liking?"

"It's actually quite delicious."

The mackerel was indeed fresh, and the vinegar sauce was just right. However, the fish meat was soft and tender, and a slight fishy smell lingered on the tip of the tongue.

Lin Jiang chewed on the familiar taste, but felt it was very different from the crisp, chewy, and sweet flavor he remembered.

I don't know if time has given the delicious flavor a filter, or if the taste is truly different.

He sighed softly, still focused on enjoying his meal.

In any case, food should never be wasted.

After a satisfying meal, the group went upstairs to rest.

We'll reach Qingniwa tomorrow.

There will still be a lot of things to do in Qingniwa at that time.

Lin Jiang lay on his back on the bed, closing his eyes to rest.

At that moment, he suddenly felt as if someone was calling to him in his inner vision.

Upon arriving with my eyes closed, I discovered it was made of sheet metal.

"Senior Young Master."

Tin Man's voice was as respectful as ever, but through the coffin, Lin Jiang could see that Tin Man's face looked slightly tired.

"But what brings you here?"

"I have come to ask you for the third Qi breath," said Tiepizi. "My elder brother has already completely digested the second Qi breath. He should be able to cure his physical ailments after receiving Qi breath once more."

"it is good."

Lin Jiang didn't say much, but directly raised a stream of life energy and passed it on to Tiepizi.

After receiving the tinplate, he was deeply moved and thanked Lin Jiang profusely.

"Thank you very much, Senior Young Master. After so long, my brother's illness has finally been cured."

"It doesn't matter."

As Lin Jiang was talking to the tinplate, the coffin lid beside them suddenly trembled slightly, and Gong Xuan's muffled voice came out from the crack:

"Brother Tinplate! It's been so long! What have you been up to all this time?"

"Brother Drunkard." Upon hearing Gong Xuan's question, Tie Pizi sighed helplessly.
"Several senior figures in Beijing set up a stage, insisting that the younger generation get to know them. I've been dragged along to organize things these past two days, tsk, my ears are practically calloused from hearing it all."

Lin Jiang chuckled upon hearing this.

This fits his stereotype of the capital city.

If you have nothing better to do than to create some work, how can you live up to the reputation of a big city?

"Haha, thank you for your trouble, Brother Ironhide." Gong Xuan laughed heartily, then changed the subject again:
"Speaking of which, Brother Iron Skin, you mentioned before that you had been to Qingniwa?"

"Yes... I suffered terribly in that place," Tin Man said, still shaken.

"I am in Qingniwa right now."

Tinplate: "Huh?"

(End of this chapter)