Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 218 Village
Lin Jiang suddenly woke up from his dream.

A feeling stirred within him.

Someone went to Qingniwa!
It's hard to describe the feeling; it wasn't that someone touched the coffin.

Upon careful consideration, Lin Jiang could roughly sense...

Someone has come to the vicinity of the fog in Qingniwa!
His Qi was contained within this mist. Although Lin Jiang didn't quite understand the specific effects of this method yet, it didn't affect his perception.

Has the General sent someone over again?
Ugh, this is troublesome.

Lin Jiang hasn't figured out how to return to his hometown yet, so he can't rely on pills to quickly return to the capital. If he were to fly there in a coffin, it would take him almost half a month to get back.

He still carries the remnant soul of Sun Zhong, so it's not appropriate for him to run away like this.

Let's use the stone golem inside the cave first.

Lin Jiang didn't dare to be negligent and immediately closed his eyes.

A moment later, the eyes of the stone man, which had not closed, slowly regained their light in the cave.

He stiffly moved his limbs before slowly getting up from the ground.

At first, the stone man's movements resembled those of a patient with hemiplegia, but as he took steps toward the cave entrance, his coordination improved rapidly at a visible speed.

At first, it could only twist its body at an angle, but then it moved forward like a real human. Later, it could even jog a couple of steps in place and jump a couple of times, looking very agile.

Of course, it only looks flexible.

The stone man still has many problems. He can walk normally, but when it comes to complex actions, such as picking up something that has fallen or swinging his fist to hit someone, his form and movements still become very distorted.

Fortunately, the ghost can speak and blink on its own; otherwise, if this stone man were to collide with someone, it would be like a giant monster that can't blink.

He's somewhat hypocritical.

Having finally adapted to this body, Lin Jiang arrived at the cave entrance and opened the door upwards.

Soon, a thick fog came into view.

Lin Jiang was slightly taken aback.

During this time, he actually practiced in the cave and did not control the stone golem to leave the place.

Therefore, Lin Jiang's memory of the outside world is still stuck at the time when Liu Fangyue cast the spell last time.

He recalled that the fog at the time only enveloped the outer ring of forest; there was no fog at all in this valley.

Before Lin Jiang could react, he suddenly saw a large cloud of mist rising in front of him.

The mist slowly condensed and coalesced, and after a moment, it appeared as something resembling tables, chairs, benches, high walls, and stairs.

Not far away, another person made of mist appeared.

Lin Jiang could barely make out that the person was wearing a square scarf on his head, but his face was completely unrecognizable.

The fog-shrouded man walked up to Lin Jiang, bowing and scraping:
"Manager, it's time to prepare the goods."

The voice was very muffled, and Lin Jiang had to listen carefully to understand what the person was saying.

"What did you call me?"

"The shopkeeper?"

"Where is this?"

"Shopkeeper, are you still half asleep?" The foggy man tilted his head. "Isn't this our shop? We sell pig's head meat, we learned it from the Red Cart in the capital."

Lin Jiang lowered his head and stared at the center of the foggy figure in front of him.

He could see his own golden aura slowly floating within it.

He remembered this shop.

The waiter at that pig's head meat shop always liked to say that his family's pig's head meat cutting skills were unparalleled in the capital. However, after Lin Jiang actually ate the pig's head meat from their cart in the capital, he realized that the shopkeeper's skills were indeed somewhat lacking.

Lin Jiang pondered for a moment, then mobilized his true qi and began to use several techniques.

“Our family doesn’t sell pig’s head meat, we sell steamed buns. And you’re not a waiter, you’re the boss’s wife. It should be time to chop the filling and steam the buns now, otherwise we won’t be able to sell them to the laborers tomorrow morning…”

He had been taught the method:

Clever words are used to deceive.

"Oh, is that so?"

The misty voice of the man in the fog gradually became more solid, and the tone slowly changed from a man's voice to a woman's voice.

Her figure also changed, transforming her into the voluptuous proprietress of the capital city.

Lin Jiang would go there every morning to eat a few baskets of steamed buns, and over time he became somewhat familiar with the proprietress.

However, the proprietress is still shrouded in mist, and a normal person would definitely notice something unusual about her.

Lin Jiang put his two hands together and made a grasping motion as if kneading a dough ball.

When Lin Jiang opened his hand again, a perfectly round ball appeared in it. It looked somewhat like a pill, but it was pure white and even appeared somewhat transparent.

The Dharma gate of transforming all phenomena manifests outwardly.

If you want to share this method with others, you need to use this kind of technique.

If possible, it is best to open a furnace to refine pills, put in some suitable herbs, and in this way, you can refine pills that will be effective when swallowed.

But Lin Jiang clearly doesn't have that right now, so he can only temporarily concoct a pill to make do for now.

He held the pill in his hand to the mouth of the misty figure in front of him and stuffed it into the misty figure's body.

Then, including the fog person, all the surrounding fog gradually revealed its color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The floor and walls were gradually replaced by wooden planks, which were painted with a light layer of paint, but the paint faded quickly over time.

The surrounding houses were filled with layers of practical items: tables, chairs, benches, bottles, and jars. In the distance, a cutting board sat on a stove, with a lot of meat hanging next to it, which looked like pork.

The misty figure in front of her first grew a skeleton, then muscles, then fair skin, and finally, clothes floated in from all directions, layer upon layer, covering the woman in front of her.

The proprietress of the steamed bun shop appeared before Lin Jiang with remarkable realism, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

Become!

Lin Jiang looked around and, to the naked eye, there was nothing unusual about the place.

He quickened his pace and arrived at the doorway. Looking around, he noticed that the surrounding mist was slowly condensing, revealing an image resembling a village or town.

"Liu Fangyue, what exactly was the effect of the magic array you set up back then?"

Liu Fangyue could also see everything outside through Lin Jiang's perspective. At this moment, even as a mindless ghost, her speech became noticeably hesitant:
"That method is the dream-walking and the Yin-walking technique. Normally, it would make those who enter it feel as if they are dreaming, and it would be difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. The Yin-walking technique would also use the Gen Mountain and Zhen Wood to form a reverse three-way path inside, which is a winding mountain and winding wood. It would detour around each tree, so it would be difficult to find the real location."

At this moment, Liu Fangyue also put her knowledge of magic to use, and began to think carefully:
“This situation is definitely not the Yin-walking technique. It should be related to the dream-entering technique. When the master was doing the Yin-walking technique, he blew a breath of fire in the direction of my Yin-walking technique. This fire was too strong and obviously caused my original Bagua position to change from Yin to Yang. That is, when the lake meets the blazing sun, it will naturally produce mist. This mist seems to have become connected with the dream-entering technique and also with the master himself. It is probably because of this that this effect is produced.”

Lin Jiangxin roughly understood the situation.

No wonder the first room I saw was a restaurant serving pig's head meat.

That place certainly left a deep impression on me.

This place is indeed a place for dream entry techniques, but the dream one enters is one's own.

Originally, the fog in this area wouldn't even have much of a concealment effect, since the original maze had been turned into a repository of his memories, making it difficult to prevent outsiders from entering.

However, when combined with the clever words he learned from Zeng Yan and the recently mastered technique of transforming all phenomena, he actually managed to come up with a strange method!

Taking advantage of this time, Lin Jiang carefully sensed the surroundings again. He noticed that the intruder was rapidly approaching. After looking around, he simply rubbed out several Myriad Manifestation Pills and threw them around.

As these pills sank into the ground, the houses, just like here, quickly transformed into solid buildings.

Although these spells can only last for a short time, that is enough.

At the entrance to the cave was a very ordinary-looking house. Lin Jiang even specially sculpted a sleeping couple inside, and they looked completely normal.

After that was done, only the steamed bun shop still had two lamps burning.

Now is the perfect time for those preparing breakfast to get to work.

Lin Jiang also turned around and went into the steamed bun shop, waiting for the visitors to arrive.

Fortunately, it's dark now, so Lin Jiang can let most of the people in the house sleep.

Currently, these mist figures are all formed from Lin Jiang's thoughts, and they can only say the things they said to Lin Jiang. Once they open their mouths, they are likely to give themselves away.

After waiting for a while, Lin Jiang soon realized that the intruder had arrived near the "town".

However, the intruders did not enter the town; instead, they remained outside.

Didn't they come in?

Lin Jiang frowned slightly.

After waiting for a while and seeing that there was no reaction, Lin Jiang decided to go out and take a look.

However, at that moment, the ghost that was attached to the stone man suddenly coughed.

Lin Jiang was stunned.

A ghost?

Are you coughing?
Lin Jiang felt that the scene looked somewhat familiar.

The image of the pageboy involuntarily popped into his mind.

That flower was capable of making even precious things sick.

Is it...

Lin Jiang immediately perked up!

Someone brought food!
P.S.: I almost fainted while writing yesterday, but I've finally recovered. I'll continue revising the manuscript afterward.

(End of this chapter)