Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 184 Ruins
No one reacted much to these words, but Lin Jiang frowned almost imperceptibly.

He had heard of the effects of this elixir.

According to Sun Zhong, his grandfather once refined a special elixir called "Returning Home".

The effect of that elixir was that after taking it, one would recall their hometown, and upon opening their eyes, they would be back in the capital.

Could it be this kind of elixir?

I originally thought the organs came from the coffin, but now it seems the cause and effect are even more complicated.

He wasn't sure if only his grandfather knew how to make this kind of pill. If not, then who was the other person who made the pill?
If so, did your grandfather refine some pills when he was young and then distribute them?

How much of it remains? Is it all for this elixir? Or is there another medicine?
"Is his hometown Qingniwa?" Lin Jiang asked Jiang Jinyue.

Upon hearing this question, Jiang Jinyue immediately flipped through the booklet and found the record about Liu Shuwen a moment later.

"He is indeed from Qingniwa."

After saying this, Jiang Jinyue clicked her tongue in amazement:
"Can a single pill really send someone back to their hometown? Is this organ truly insane? Does such a method really exist?"

"do not know."

"So you can live even as an organ, also because of this elixir?"

"No, no, different pills have different effects."

Upon hearing this, the internal organs suddenly became somewhat stubborn: "I took two pills in total. One pill brought me here, and the other allowed me to continue living as an organ. Two, it's two pills."

"Who gave you this drug?"

"He was someone from prison. I felt like I'd seen him somewhere before, but he was all dirty and I couldn't recognize him... He looked very familiar..."

The questioning had reached a point where nothing more could be obtained; what this person was saying about his internal organs was utter nonsense, almost completely incoherent.

After listening to what the organ had to say, Gong Xuan frowned and squatted down to carefully examine the entire organ.

After watching for a while, he clapped his hands:

"Indeed, the flow of Qi originates from the stomach and descends to the dantian. No wonder my method had no effect on him."

Seeing that they couldn't get any more information out of this mass of organs, the group huddled together to discuss:

"What do we do next? How do we get this mass of entrails over there?"

"That's quite sturdy, let's just pack it up in sacks and take it."

“It might not be a safe bet…” Jiang Jinyue turned to look at Gong Xuan:
"Master, do you have any useful methods?"

The people around them had gotten used to asking Gong Xuan for advice whenever they encountered a problem.

After all, Gong Xuan might not be as good as Lin Jiang at fighting, but when it comes to esoteric arts, this Taoist priest certainly has unique skills.

After thinking for a long time, Gong Xuan coughed twice, somewhat hesitant:

"I do have a method, but it's not complete yet. It might not actually work."

"Let's try it first, and if it doesn't work, we'll put a burlap sack over it."

"Then you wait while I get ready."

After settling things over, the group temporarily left the internal organs there. Gongxuan then began to take out various items from his robes, preparing to cast a spell.

After what had just happened, no one was sleepy, and they all waited on the side. Lin Jiang took out the steamed buns he had bought in town earlier from his Qiankun bag and gave them to the others to eat.

After finishing his late-night snack in a few bites, Lin Jiang pondered for a moment, then got up:
"I'll go check the cave entrance."

"Hmm? Do you want to go in and take a look?" Jiang Jinyue was slightly surprised after hearing Lin Jiang's words.

"I've seen the inscription on that stone gate before," Lin Jiang said vaguely.

"Are you sure you'll be alright by yourself?" Jiang Jinyue was still a little worried about Lin Jiang. "I'll go with you."

"I led you guys to dig our way out from the bottom of the mountain," Lin Jiang chuckled. "Don't worry."

“It’s always safer to travel in pairs.” Jiang Jinyue rarely showed a bit of stubbornness. “Back then, most of those masters who went it alone would have perished when they couldn’t manage one thing at a time.”

After thinking for a moment, Lin Jiang felt that if it was just going down into the underground palace, there shouldn't be any problems, so he nodded and agreed to Jiang Jinyue's suggestion.

As the two of them were leaving, Gong Xuan also looked in their direction.

Gong Xuan and Lin Jiang looked at each other, and in the end, they simply nodded and continued preparing their spells.

Without saying another word, the two went straight to the stone tablet that was bathed in moonlight.

Lin Jiang ran his fingertips over the rough texture of the stele, recalling that Tiepizi had said this was a Dragon-Severing Stele, a common mechanism in tombs that, once activated, would completely seal off both the inner and outer entrances.

At that time, there were many cultivators in the Iron Skin team, but none of them could break this boulder.

It seems that this stone is not just heavy.

It seems this object is not just about weight. Lin Jiang looked around but couldn't find any foothold on the stone, so he simply reached out and gently tapped the surface.

His eyes flickered.

It is indeed very sturdy.

The material of this stone tablet looks a lot like some of the coffins Lin Jiang had touched before.

It would be difficult to succeed by brute force.

After a moment's thought, he turned to the side of the mountain wall.

I tried it out by gently scratching it with my fingers.

Stone chips flake off in a rustling sound.

really.

Although the stone tablet is extraordinary, the surrounding rocks are still ordinary.

The rocks next to it were just ordinary rocks.

So Lin Jiang used a little force, and the wall next to the stone tablet was broken open.

Jiang Jinyue was still figuring out how to open the stone tablet in front of him when he saw Lin Jiang doing the same, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes. Lin Jiang went several feet deeper into the crack and suddenly felt that there was nothing in front of him. With a surge of energy, he found himself in a cave.

When he leaned out of the cave to signal, Jiang Jinyue hesitated for a moment, but finally followed him inside.

The cave was dark and gloomy, with the moonlight completely blocked by the stone tablet outside. Lin Jiang pulled out a pearl and a lantern from his sleeve, and the two spiritual objects immediately emitted a soft light as they sensed the darkness around them.

The two finally saw the entire cave.
The deep space is paved with bluestone tiles, and the rock walls on both sides are inlaid with reliefs. Through those sculptures, stories that have been sealed away for a long time can be vaguely seen.

Lin Jiang held up a lamp and brought it close to the mottled stone carving, sweeping away years of accumulated dust with his sleeve.

The painting on the relief is rather simple, and it looks like someone is walking towards the top of a mountain.

The mountain peak was teeming with all sorts of monsters, living in rather bizarre ways.

Lin Jiang didn't see any more content yet, but he figured he should just keep walking forward.

"There are so many coffins here."

Jiang Jinyue looked around, her brows furrowing slightly.

Dozens of stone coffins were neatly embedded in the deep grooves carved into the bottom of the wall. Lin Jiang knelt down and leaned close to the gaps between the coffins.

There were clearly corpses lying in the coffin, but these corpses had turned into bones, and the clothes they were wearing had turned into fragments.

Lin Jiang exclaimed "Oh dear!" as he held the lantern in his hand and read aloud:

"Oh dear, you've terrified me! I can't stand these gruesome things."

"You clearly have a tiger-robed figure controlling ghosts right next to you, and you still hate ghosts?"

"I just hate her."

The tiger-patterned robe peeked out from the Lin family's sleeve and spat at the lantern:
"What are you pretending to be innocent for, you slut!"

Jiang Jinyue could not hear the conversation between the magical artifacts, but she saw Lin Jiang suddenly stop, muttering incantations as if he were in deep meditation.

"Young Master Zhu, are you alright?"

"I am fine."

Lin Jiang was unaware that the other party couldn't hear the conversation between the spirits; he only noticed that her expression was strange.

Let's pause our conversation with the lanterns for now and walk slowly along the stone wall, our eyes lingering on the murals.

As the murals became more detailed, the climbers' experiences gradually became clearer.

When he saw the last picture, Lin Jiang's eyelashes trembled.

The person in the painting, having endured countless hardships to reach the summit, did not see a fairyland of clouds and mist, but rather chaotic threads entangled around the mountain peak.

The sculptor seemed unable to capture the essence of the tuft of silk threads, yet he carved a perfectly round sphere in the center, from which countless threads originated, presenting a strange and mysterious feeling.

Jiang Jinyue also went over to take a look at the mural.

"It's more like a legend of the first person to climb a sacred mountain in search of an elixir."

Lin Jiang's fingertip poked at the tangled mess of threads:

You're telling me this is an immortal?

"Perhaps the craftsman's technique was crude."

"There are also many monsters carved in front of this mural, and they are all very finely carved."

"Then I don't know."

There are some storybooks about this plot in Daxing, but they are not well-known stories. However, the descriptions of the immortals in them are all different.

The immortals there were men and women, old and young, like a huge tangled mess of threads, something Jiang Jinyue had never seen before.

Suddenly, the sound of cool water came from the depths. Lin Jiang listened intently for a moment, then led her to follow the sound.

At the end of the long corridor, a cave suddenly opens up, revealing a dome-shaped cave adorned with fluorite. The soft light flows like stars cascading down, making the cave walls sparkle and shine.

A spring of fresh water flows from the heart of the pool, supporting a solitary island.

Right on top of that island, Lin Jiang could clearly see...

There was a coffin there.

Around the main coffin lay several smaller, clearly dilapidated coffins, scattered like stars in the sky; some lay on the island, others submerged in water.

Lin Jiang walked to the lakeside and looked down at the vast lake.

He could clearly see coffins lying all over the bottom of the lake, seemingly having been there for a long time.

Besides that, Lin Jiang then noticed that there seemed to be some things placed in a corner of the lake not far away.

He looked closely in that direction and realized there were many household items and traces of a campfire.

It must have been here that the Tin Squad rested.

However, upon seeing this, Lin Jiang suddenly thought of a question:
Tinker and his gang have been trapped here for a long time. What have they been eating every day?

As he was pondering this, Lin Jiang heard the sound of rolling waves coming from the water behind him.

Before he could turn around, he suddenly heard Jiang Jinyue exclaim in surprise:
"careful!"

Lin Jiang subconsciously turned around and reached out his arm.

As if he had touched something, he was directly knocked away by the thing in front of him.

When he came to his senses again, he realized...

In the lake before him, a huge "monster" was staring menacingly at him.

It was a strange fish whose body was half completely rotten, but what was exposed from the rotten body was not rotten flesh.

But...

Countless faces wailing in agony!
　I'm so tired, I haven't gone to bed before 4 a.m. for two months...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)