Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 204 Returning to Beijing
Duan Libie's fate is unknown, and the other assassins have not reappeared.

Lin Jiang guessed that he was probably not dead. After all, unlike General Zhou, a proper Star Pointer was not so easy to kill.

On the way home, Han Wangzhi lay in the cart, his face pale, lying on his back under the scorching sun, his body covered in fine beads of sweat.

He was listless, weak all over, and unable to move.

Even though Lin Jiang had reattached his head, he still seemed to have lost some of his vitality.

With such severe injuries, it's impossible that there wouldn't be any aftereffects.

Han Wangzhi rolled off the cart, struggled for a moment, and got up, looking at Lin Jiang with eyes full of admiration:
"After this battle, Lord Zhu will surely deter those villains! His reputation will surely spread throughout the martial world in the future!"

Lin Jiang smiled, a slight embarrassment showing on his face as he listened to the flattery.
"Not necessarily."

"Definitely!" Han Wangzhi's eyes shone brightly: "Those stabbers have their own intelligence network. They know who they can afford to offend and who they can't. If you drive away that guy surnamed Duan, it will definitely terrify those assassins!"

After the attack that day, Han Wangzhi treated Lin Jiang with complete reverence, constantly flattering him and surrounding him every day.

Under normal circumstances, Li Fang would have given his disciple a good talking-to about not being so obsequious. But one thing is one thing, and since Duan Shou had been saved, Li Fang felt that his disciple's flattery skills might not be good enough.

Lin Jiang shrugged, not really caring.

"Now all the martial arts practitioners will know that a powerful master of the Star-Pointing Technique has arrived at our Dali Temple, and from now on, no villain will dare to act recklessly!"

Han Wangzhi still looked excited.

In the end, it was only after Li Fang gently patted his apprentice on the shoulder that the overly excited young man calmed down.

Lin Jiang felt that his military might was one factor, but another was that they had already entered the mountain pass of the capital.

If those assassins were to act arbitrarily again, they would be slapping the face of the capital.

Next, all that is needed is to escort Liu Shuwen back to the Dali Temple, and those in the capital who are connected with him will naturally be brought to justice one by one.

Han Wangzhi said a few words, then looked sleepy again, lay down on the cart, lowered his head, and dozed off.

Li Fang touched his apprentice's hair, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

I'm still wondering if bringing him along this time was a mistake.

Lin Jiang reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring he had taken from Duan Libie earlier.

This object resembles a ring but is actually used for shooting arrows. Some wealthy people who do not use bows and arrows buy it and wear it on their thumbs to play with it, both for its beauty and like collecting walnuts.

What is the purpose of this ring symbolizing separation?
Lin Jiang fiddled with it for a long time, sometimes injecting Qi into it, sometimes rubbing it back and forth with his fingertips, but the ring remained lying still in his palm, as if it were dead.

Even when asked, Liang Huashan did not know its purpose.

Lin Jiang still carefully put the thumb ring away.

Since it's something from Dianxing's body, it must be of some use.

As the sun set, the crowd finally came into view of the capital city walls.

The city gate guards were all surprised to see Liu Shuwen bound. After a brief conversation with Jiang Jinyue, they immediately released him and sent soldiers to clear the way.

Upon arriving at the gate of the Dali Temple, a servant was hanging a lantern. Seeing this, he hurriedly went inside to report.

A short while later, Gao Xuan arrived in front of everyone with many of his men.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Liu Shuwen being taken away by the guards of the Dali Temple.

Quite a few things happened along the way.

Although the trip only took eight days to go, one and a half days to handle the case, and nine days to return, totaling more than eighteen days, many unexpected events occurred during this time, and Han Wangzhi was even decapitated.

After completing the task, Li Fang led Han Wangzhi away from the place.

Han Wangzhi was still feeling unwell and needed to find several skilled doctors in the capital to treat him in order to avoid any future problems. The square-faced woman and Jiang Jinyue were also summoned by the Dali Temple to report on their duties.

Only Gao Xuan and Lin Jiang Gongxuan remained.

"This is the reward I promised you two."

Gao Xuan ordered his men to present two exchange slips, which allowed him to go directly to the Dali Temple to exchange gold and silver. Unlike silver shops where there might be losses, the Dali Temple's silver exchange was real and accurate, down to the last penny.

Lin Jiang glanced at the two exchange slips in his hand, then at the gold and silver on them, and realized something was amiss.

Contrary to the pre-arranged 100 taels each, it was 300 taels each. The two ended up with a total of 600 taels.

Lin Jiang was puzzled and looked at Gao Xuan.

"I have learned of what happened on the road from Constable Jiang. The petty thieves in the capital caused you a lot of trouble on your return journey." Gao Xuan said, "You deserve more for your hard work. The Dali Temple cannot leave you unappreciated for your great help."

Lin Jiang nodded and accepted the six hundred taels of silver without refusing.

"After this incident, Young Master Dianxing's fame will likely become widely known," Gao Xuan said with a smile. "With Dianxing's growing reputation, there will probably be quite a few people coming to visit you in the future."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiang's face turned serious:
"I haven't even reached the inner hall yet."

Gao Xuan shook his head and chuckled, then said solemnly:

"The Dali Temple will thoroughly investigate Liu Shuwen's case, young master. Rest assured. Anyone who threatens Daxing will not be spared."

Lin Jiang suddenly remembered the palace documents Jiang Jinyue had mentioned, and also knew that the Dali Temple dared to handle this case mainly because of political factors.

Lin Jiang didn't want to get too involved in this kind of political struggle. Anyway, six hundred taels of silver would be enough to last him a long time, so he smiled and said:
"I hope that you, Gao Qing, can bring the thief to justice as soon as possible."

After exchanging a few more words of laughter, seeing that it was getting dark, Lin Jiang simply turned around and left with Gong Xuan.

As he was leaving, Lin Jiang suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Gao Xuan:

"Gao Qing, were there any other people imprisoned in the underground palace where Liu Shuwen was previously held?"

“No, there was only Liu Shuwen in that underground palace at the time,” Gao Xuan said.

Lin Jiang nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

It's likely that the pills Liu Shuwen fed came from somewhere else.

……

When Lin Jiang returned to the courtyard, he knocked on the door, but no one answered for a long time. He couldn't help but feel a little curious, so he took out his key from his pocket and opened the door. After entering the courtyard, he found that there was no one there.

Chen Dajiang has disappeared somewhere.

Lin Jiang frowned slightly and searched the yard: the yard was clean and there was no clutter or garbage; Chen Dajiang's bedding was neatly folded; there were several stone stools in the backyard, which were his daily practice tools.

It seems that something happened to Chen Dajiang, which is why he left the yard.

But Lin Jiang looked at the sky again.

The moon is already halfway up the sky. Summer nights are dark, and the sun sets late, so it's already past midnight.

Even in a bustling place like Beijing, most families turn off their lights and go home.

Just as he was pondering this, he suddenly heard some noise coming from the doorway, so Lin Jiang hurried over.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Chen Dajiang pushing a small wooden cart from the street corner in the distance.

Beside Chen Dajiang floated Song, the cook, the two chatting and laughing as they made their way through the night.

Lin Jiang glanced at it, and a playful smile immediately appeared on his face.

He was waiting right there at the door.

Soon, Chen Dajiang and Song, the cook, arrived at the gate of the courtyard, chatting and laughing.

Chen Dajiang turned his head and finally noticed Lin Jiang with a strange smile on his face.

He immediately shivered and said repeatedly:

"Young Master, you're back!"

The cook, Song, was also startled. She immediately bowed to Lin Jiang, the cleaver above her head clanging loudly.

"Master Dong...Master Dong."

"What are you doing?"

Lin Jiang walked over to the cart and saw that the space underneath was hollow, containing the cooking utensils that Chef Song often used. Several bamboo baskets filled with vegetables were stacked next to it. There was also a groove on one side of the wooden cart, which seemed to be able to fit a pot inside.

"dining car?"

"Yes." Chen Dajiang was clearly a little embarrassed: "Ah Song said she wanted to try opening a street stall first, so I found some wood and made this cart for her."

Goodness, they've even changed how they address people.

Lin Jiang gave Chen Dajiang an approving look, then suddenly became curious:
How did you heat up this pot?

"use this."

Chen Dajiang took out several handfuls of red, velvety flowers. Lin Jiang took them with a puzzled look, weighed them in his hand, and felt that they were nothing special.

"This is called edelweiss. It generates heat when it comes into contact with iron. Most of the pushcart stalls use this."

Lin Jiang nodded knowingly.

With so many strange and wonderful things around, this cart makes it much more convenient to display them.

At this moment, Chen Dajiang seemed to suddenly remember something, and hurriedly took out a few silver coins from the food cart and handed them to Lin Jiang:

"Young master, this is what we earned these past two days..."

Lin Jiang glanced at it and noticed that Chen Dajiang had about three taels of silver in his hand.

It should be noted that Chen Dajiang built this cart himself, which must have taken a lot of time, and the two of them probably didn't actually do business for that long.

In just a few days, they actually earned three taels of silver?
Although Lin Jiang had just earned a large sum of extra money, he didn't feel that the money in Chen Dajiang's hands was easy to come by.

Chef Song's cooking skills are indeed excellent.

"You two should accept it; laborers deserve it," Lin Jiang replied with a smile. "Besides, our family isn't that short of money right now."

Chen Dajiang stubbornly tried to slip him money, but Lin Jiang stopped him in the end.

"Instead of talking about this, let's prepare some late-night snacks. Gongxuan and I just got back and are a bit hungry."

Cook Song nodded in agreement, and Chen Dajiang went to help.

Lin Jiang watched their retreating figures, then walked to Gong Xuan's side, feeling quite emotional:

"so good."

"Yes."

Can a human and a ghost fall in love?

Gong Xuan stroked his beard and pondered: "Ordinary times would not work, and even for waiters, it would only be legal if their status was legitimate, and there would be many inconveniences in getting along. If one of them is a ghost immortal, then it would be a different story."

"I see." Lin Jiang kept this in mind.

Before long, Chef Song had fried a batch of meat spring rolls for tonight's supper.

Lin Jiang then fetched some more wine, and the group drank together, singing and chanting merrily.

……

Lin Jiang returned to his room, took off his clothes, and lay down.

The garment that Boss Guo gave him had burst open; only a small portion of the garment remained, the rest having been cut into pieces by Duan Libie.

Lin Jiang collected all the pieces of clothing, planning to go to Boss Guo tomorrow to see if he could fix them.

"Sigh, why do I always have to pick on clothes?"

Lin Jiang covered his head, never expecting that it was because his skin and flesh were too tough.

He felt that the clothes were still lacking something. If they were to match the stars, wouldn't the clothes have to be torn off again?
Just as I was wondering what to wear, Liu Fangyue's voice suddenly rang in my mind:

"Boss, the west corridor is repaired."

(End of this chapter)