Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 2: Becoming an Immortal!
The Taoist priest was in utter confusion, unsure whether he should fight this young master whose abilities he didn't know, or stay quietly by his side.

Given the current state of the young master of the Lin family, he is most likely a zombie or something similar—a creature that is stiff but not dead, with strange hairs growing on its body, commonly known as a zongzi (rice dumpling).

But the zongzi has always been known for its green face and fangs, devoid of reason, and will devour anyone it sees.

Not like.

Furthermore...

It's about things that are even more mysterious and esoteric.

Ancient records state that sages who cut out their hearts did not die, thus cultivating a Yang spirit, using their three souls and seven spirits to drive their bodies, making the physical body secondary.

Aside from the Yang God, there is another possibility...

Those who attain enlightenment ascend to heaven through the clouds, becoming immortals!
Corpse Dissolution Immortal!
The Taoist priest dared not even think about it.

That's a genuine immortal!
Did a fairy just pop out of this little cemetery?

When she looked at Lin Jiang again, her gaze was completely different.

Lin Jiang didn't notice the strange look in the Taoist priest's eyes, and simply asked:

"Who are you? What is your relationship with them? Why are you digging up my grave in the middle of the night? And what's the story with this girl?"

Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest bowed respectfully: "This humble Taoist priest is Gongxuan, a wandering hermit. I arrived in Baishan County just the other day. As for this matter..."

"Ever since Master Shen's daughter died, he has gone mad. He spent a lot of money to have me preserve her body and insisted on arranging a ghost marriage, which is how he found you, Young Master Lin."

Lin Jiang pondered for a moment, his eyes gradually revealing suspicion.

That look was clearly questioning:

You were involved in digging up the grave too?
Gong Xuan understood Lin Jiang's meaning, but showed no surprise: "I tried to persuade Master Shen before, but he wouldn't agree. He also asked me to perform an exorcism ritual, but I didn't agree either. Tonight, he made me drink a few more cups and then came out to dig. I rushed over after I sobered up, but it was too late. You had already been dug out."

Lin Jiang didn't know if he was telling the truth or not, but he felt that the Taoist priest didn't shy away from drinking and was not very serious.

His gaze fell on the bride not far away.

Now her father has run away, and the servants have disappeared, leaving only this girl, all alone and helpless.

Curious, she lifted the red veil and peeked inside.

Her eyes were closed, her face was pale, yet she was remarkably neat and beautiful.

Considering Mr. Shen's appearance, I guess his wife must be quite beautiful.

But Lin Jiang had absolutely no interest in a ghost marriage.

If you're going to look for one, you should at least look for one that's alive.

Gong Xuan, standing to the side, kept a close eye on the young master of the Lin family, his mind churning with calculations:

It looks so much like a real person.

How to do?
Looking for a chance to slip away?
But Lin Jiang is keeping a close eye on him, so it's not easy for him to run away now.

I could only bite the bullet and say:
"Young Master Lin, what are your plans next?"

Upon hearing Gong Xuan's question, Lin Jiang was momentarily bewildered.

Having inexplicably transmigrated into the body of a dead man, what else can he do?
The Lin family was originally a renowned family of doctors in Baishan County and even Lianshan City. However, a few days ago, they were inexplicably struck by a plague, and this prestigious family of doctors was unable to save their own family members' lives.

First it was Lin Jiang's father, then his mother, and finally him.

Only the lonely old man Lin was left, a white-haired man burying his black-haired son.

Thinking of the old man, Lin Jiang felt a warmth in his heart. He remembered that before the New Year, the old man had placed a braised pork hock into his bowl, his heart full of love for him.

Suddenly coming to his senses, Lin Jiang realized that the original owner's memories had gradually merged with his own.

"I plan to go home and visit my father."

Old Master Lin is a good man. Now that I have taken over the original body, I have to go and see him no matter what.

on the other hand……

The Lin family has a lot of silver notes, but only the old man knows where they are. If I want to make a fortune again in this era, I will definitely have to go to the old man.

Gong Xuan had no idea what Lin Jiang was thinking. He just felt that they couldn't stay in this place for long, so he chuckled and said:
"Then this humble Taoist will not trouble you any further."

After saying that, he turned around and tried to leave.

But immediately, a hand landed directly on Gong Xuan's shoulder.

"Taoist Master, don't be in such a hurry, I still need your help."

Gong Xuan turned around stiffly, only to see Lin Jiang smiling at him:
“My father witnessed my burial. If I get up and run back now, he will probably be more shocked than happy. Someone needs to pass on a message for me.”

"This poor Taoist priest indulged in too much wine tonight, and now his feet are wobbling."

"The Lin family still has some wealth; they can still come up with a few silver notes..."

Gong Xuan: "On another note..."

……

Old Master Lin's original name was Lin Shengfeng. He was originally from outside the county. When he was young, he came to Baishan County, found a small courtyard, planted a jujube tree, and got married.

When the jujube trees grew tall and graceful, the Lin family took root in Baishan County.

It was already late, and there wasn't a soul to be seen on the street.

Lin Jiang followed the street according to his memory, and the memories belonging to the original owner of the body gradually surfaced in his mind.

He seemed to hear a lively, bustling noise in his ears, and the bustling scene of the street during the day gradually flowed into Lin Jiang's memory. The original owner of this body had lived on this street since he was a child. He could call out the name of the uncle who ran the meat stall at the street corner and the surname of the old man who often came to the neighborhood as a traveling merchant.

In a daze, Lin Jiang seemed to see a toddler running from the street corner at the alley entrance, his parents chasing after him and calling out. When the toddlers passed by Lin Jiang, they had already grown into young adults.

But when it stopped and looked up again, the mansion that the original owner remembered as having been bathed in warm sunlight was now covered with white silk.

The wind howled in the middle of the night, causing the white silk ribbons to flutter in the breeze.

The jujube tree, which had long since grown taller than the wall, drooped its branches outwards, but it was completely bare.

It was cold in early spring this year, and new buds hadn't had a chance to sprout yet.

After staring at the mansion for a moment, Lin Jiang finally came to his senses.

He nudged Gongxuan, who then entered the mansion.

Lin Jiang waited outside for about half an incense stick's time, only to see Gong Xuan walk out with a puzzled look on his face.

Lin Jiang: "Where is he?"

Gong Xuan shook his head: "Nobody's here."

no one?

The old man is so old, where did he go if he wasn't home in the middle of the night?
Lin Jiang was puzzled, but then he noticed a flickering candlelight at the street corner not far away.

"Be careful with the candles!"

A clear shout echoed through the air.

The night watchman has arrived.

He nudged Gongxuan again: "Go ask the night watchman."

Gong Xuan diligently took on the role of errand runner again.

Lin Jiang hid to the side, and after a while, Gong Xuan ran back.

"Sigh, that night watchman is so stubborn. I talked him until his lips were worn out, but he still wouldn't tell me. I had to take some money out of my own pocket..."

“There are several jade bracelets in the Lin residence…”

"It is my honor to work for you, young master." Gong Xuan's eyes lit up with a smile: "The night watchman said that Lin Shengfeng is building a shack in the mass grave."

To the mass grave?

The evening breeze was a bit chilly, and Lin Jiang subconsciously shrank his neck.

Why would he go there instead of staying in a perfectly good compound?
Since things had come to this point, there was no way to avoid going. So, relying on their memories, Gong Xuan and I headed towards the cemetery outside the county.

There are two types of graves in Ziwai, Baishan County. One type is a family grave, where an ancestor first chooses a place with good feng shui, and then generation after generation fills the graves, resulting in more and more graves being built, which eventually become an ancestral grave.

Another type is the makeshift graves for outsiders and vagabonds. These are people who come from elsewhere and have nowhere to be buried after they die, so they go to those makeshift graves and just throw them in.

Recently, the world has been in chaos, and the number of people in mass graves has been increasing. The resentment in those places is growing stronger every day, and few people are willing to go there.

Standing beside the haphazard graves, Lin Jiang felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the mounds of earth.

Why would that old man come to this place in the middle of the night? What does he want to do?
Fortunately, a Taoist priest was with me, which reduced the frightening effect by several percentage points.

The two strolled along the mass grave. Lin Jiang had just climbed over a few graves when he heard a series of chaotic noises coming from ahead.

Looking in the direction of the sound, the moonlight, which was almost below the horizon, illuminated the dim and chaotic graves.

Lin Jiang saw it:
The gray-haired old man was holding a hoe, laboriously digging away the soil. He pulled out the corpse that was not completely decomposed from under the grave mound, took out a knife and tweezers from the oilcloth bag next to him, and skillfully dislocated the corpse's arm. After holding it in his hand for a couple of moments, he inserted it into his own ribs.

It seemed to have pierced through flesh and bone, and Lin Jiang clearly heard a scream of pain, which then turned into a strange chuckle.

No one knows what method Lin Shengfeng used, but the severed arm was actually connected to the ribs and moved like a puppet on a string.

The old man's face lit up with ecstatic joy. After laughing heartily a few times, he hummed an off-key tune and began to dance among the rubble, his three arms swinging as if they were broken.

Lin Jiang's hair on the top of his head almost stood on end.

In his previous life, he was a surgeon and had a relatively large heart, so he didn't experience much emotional fluctuation when he saw dead people.

But the way Old Master Lin looked was more than just a little bit eerie.

Gong Xuan was clearly surprised by the Lin family patriarch's current state, and he gasped, whispering to Lin Jiang:

"What kind of move is that, Grandpa?"

"I don't know."

Lin Jiang shook his head repeatedly.

The Lin family was indeed a family of doctors, but in his memory, his family did nothing more than prepare medicine, perform acupuncture, cupping, and scraping. He had never seen his grandfather show such skills.
Lin Jiang also began to consider leaving.

or……

Should we retreat first?

But just as his thoughts began to wander, the old man, who was humming halfway through, seemed to suddenly sense something, abruptly turning his head to look in Lin Jiang's direction.

That weathered and frail face came into Lin Jiang's view.

Lin Shengfeng slowly walked towards Lin Jiang, and a trace of clarity finally emerged in his murky eyes.

The old man grinned, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

"Hooray! My grandson has become an immortal!"

(End of this chapter)