Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 235 The Three Types of People I Hate Most in My Life: Monks, Taoist Priests, and Lin Jiang

The mist flowed around the boat, and Lin Jiang stretched out his hand and placed his palm into the mist.

Feeling the coolness flowing through the gaps between his fingertips, Lin Jiang withdrew his hand.

A few wisps of mist remained in his palm. He stared at the mist for a while, feeling that it was subtly resonating with the dampness in his body.

Lin Jiang tried to memorize the sensations with his body, and suddenly heard the voice of King Qi beside him:
"If an ordinary object fell into this fog, it would definitely vanish into thin air. Your hands are really strong."

Lin Jiang turned around and saw that Prince Qi was walking slowly towards him, with Miss Jiang following behind him, her eyes lifeless.

When Lin Jiang first handed Miss Jiang over to Prince Qi, she was still wearing no makeup.

She was naturally beautiful; even without makeup, she could still be considered a beauty.

However, at this moment, Ms. Jiang's face was covered with a thick layer of white powder, and her cheeks were painted with round blush. She had chosen the reddest and thickest lip rouge, and only applied a small dot to the center of her lips.

Unfortunately, her two blushes weren't aligned.

One piece is slightly higher, closer to the eyes, and the other is slightly lower, closer to the earlobe.

She was also wearing a gaudy dress, bright red with green floral patterns. Lin Jiang felt that if you stuffed some cotton inside, it could be used as winter clothes in Qingniwa.

Miss Jiang stood there blankly, her eyes devoid of any color, as if she had lost her soul, even though she was already a spirit.

Accepted.

King Qi walked to Lin Jiang's side and carefully examined Lin Jiang's palm.

Complete and sturdy.

There is no problem.

The King of Qi looked puzzled.

"You're making me shy," Lin Jiang said.

“Your mother,” King Qi spat, “I have seen many people, but a vile woman like you is truly one of a kind.”

"Thanks for the compliment."

Seeing that Lin Jiang was unyielding, several veins popped out on the King of Qi's forehead.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a dried pig's leg.

He swept his gaze across the fog in front of him.

When the pig leg returned to King Qi's palm, the part of the pig leg that had been submerged in the mist had disappeared, and the cut was perfectly smooth, as if it had been cut by an extremely sharp blade.

"look."

"I'm not pork, so bringing pork here has nothing to do with me."

"You little brat, you're really annoying."

After cursing Lin Jiang a couple more times, King Qi's expression finally turned serious:
"How much have you figured out?"

"Not much. This method is too profound. It only shows the appearance of the fog but not its essence. If we continue to study it in this way, I don't know how long it will take to fully understand it."

Upon hearing Lin Jiang's words, King Qi's face revealed a hint of smugness:
"This is a profound method that I have spent a lot of effort researching. Even if we are both at the same level of cultivation, it would take a long time to master it..."

He had just finished speaking when he suddenly saw Lin Jiang reach out his hand.

A faint mist was already billowing out from where Lin Jiang's fingers were pointing:

"It took a lot of effort, and this is all we could produce." Lin Jiang blinked. "What did you just say?"

King Qi: “…”

He thought about it seriously for a moment, then suddenly lay back and started rolling around on the deck, stretching out his legs and glaring:

"I hate you! I hate you! I will punish you for your great disrespect!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiang was greatly alarmed and followed Prince Qi, lying down on the deck as well.

"Ah! You scared me to death! This is a grave offense of disrespect! I have actually been disrespectful to the King of Qi!"

The group from Lanke Kingdom looked in this direction from afar, their faces turning pale with fright, and they dared not approach.

I thought it was some strange ritual performed by people from Daxing.

King Qi was initially rolling around happily, but when he saw Lin Jiang rolling around with him, he immediately lost interest.

After standing up from the ground, King Qi began to stare intently at Lin Jiang.

Seeing that the Prince of Qi was no longer going to leave, Lin Jiang also stood up.

He straightened his clothes, showing no embarrassment whatsoever.

"I have met many people in my life, strange people, eccentric people, wonderful people, but someone like you, I think should be called a god."

"Thank you."

"I'm not praising you, but the people I hate most in this life are monks, the second most are Taoists, and now there's a third I hate, named Lin Jiang."

"Then it seems you don't hate monks and Taoist priests that much."

"You really enjoy being cheeky."

As the two were talking, a gust of wind suddenly rose around them.

The fog around the ship was blown away by the wind, and the long-absent sunlight streamed down from the sky.

A summer breeze caressed my face, cicadas chirped loudly, and it was slightly hot.

Lin Jiang glanced sideways.

The large ship was now anchored in an open field.

In the far distance, wisps of smoke can be faintly seen rising from chimneys.

All the Lanco people on the ship walked to the side of the vessel, poking their heads out and looking around curiously.

The boundless plains, the lush green trees, and the clear river flowing in the distance were all completely different from the desolate Gobi Desert of Lanke.

In the Bluek, places with lush green meadows and water sources are called oases, and they are very precious places where the Bluek people can rest in the plains. And here, as far as the eye can see, there are oases everywhere.

The lost boat stopped beside the official road, and Lin Jiang was not yet sure how far this place was from the capital.

He then turned his head to look at King Qi.

King Qi beckoned to the fisherman, who immediately took out a map, laid it flat in front of Lin Jiang, and began to show him the map:

"We're here now. After you get off the ship, head south and you'll reach the capital in no time."

Lin Jiang glanced around and realized that they had actually stopped next to a fishing town in the south of Beijing.

King Qi glanced at Lin Jiang:
"I can wait for you here for three days. Bring the person to me within three days, and I can help you piece your soul back together. After three days, you'll have to figure it out yourself."

"Thank you, King Qi."

Lin Jiang solemnly bowed to King Qi in thanks.

Although he had helped the King of Qi fulfill his great wish, he still had to observe proper etiquette. If it weren't for the King of Qi's help, he probably would have been wandering around the Western Regions for a year or two.

King Qi waved his hand, seemingly unwilling to say anything more to Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang was about to turn around and disembark when he remembered something and turned to look at Yana and Old Apa:
"You two come with me off the ship."

There are still about a hundred people on this lost ship. Even if the capital city can take them all in, it might not be a good idea to leave the people of Lanco in the capital city.

After all, it seems that the destruction of the Kingdom of Lanco is indeed related to some people in the capital. If I were to lead a large group of about a hundred people in, I'm afraid it would cause some real trouble.

I'll take them both in first, so that if I have any questions about Lan Ke later, I can ask them first.

Old Apa and Yana followed Lin Jiang off the boat, and soon the group arrived at a nearby town.

Lin Jiang rented three fast horses from a stable, and then took the two men straight to the capital.

The wind picked up on horseback, and the group soon saw the gates of the capital.

Upon arriving at the gates of the capital, the guards were somewhat puzzled when they saw Yana and Old Apa, who were clearly not from Daxing.

"Where are they from?"

“Bluecore, we are Bluecore people,” Yana answered instinctively.

"Lan Ke? Never heard of him. Let's register. If you want to stay in the capital for a long time, you'll have to go to the Honglu Temple. They can reserve a place for you there."

The guard took out a thin booklet, and old Apa picked up his pen and solemnly but crookedly wrote the two characters "Lanko".

He wrote it very carefully, but the guard only glanced at it casually.

"Alright, let's go into the city. Don't cause trouble in the city."

Old Apa's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed his words.

He followed behind Lin Jiang, leading Yana into the bustling metropolis.

Shortly after Lin Jiang and his group entered the city, the guard from earlier suddenly had a strange feeling.

He took out the booklet again, opened it, and flipped through it in his hand. Soon he saw the two words "Lan Ke" again.

His colleagues, noticing his curiosity, asked:

"what happened?"

"nothing."

The guard muttered something.

He didn't really know why he suddenly wanted to pick up the booklet.

And deep within his eyes, a perfectly round mirror was reflected.

……

Inside the Six Treasures Treasury of the Central Secretariat, which was donated by the Tan family, there was a dressing table with a mirror on it. The mirror was shrouded in a layer of mist, making it impossible to see what was reflected in it.

Today, the mirror suddenly flickered, revealing two large, crookedly written characters: "Lan Ke".

Immediately afterwards, the mirror also shook.

Two arms and two legs stretched out directly upwards.

These arms and legs are not slender; on the contrary, they have extremely prominent muscles. It looks as if the limbs of a well-trained warrior have been cut off, scaled down, and attached to this mirror.

The mirror jumped off the dressing table and began running out with practiced ease.

The minor official on the road was not surprised when he saw the mirror; he simply politely made way for it.

Soon, the mirror went into a house and found an unremarkable middle-aged man.

"Jun-ge'er, something's happened! Something's happened!"

The middle-aged man was working when he saw the mirror jump onto his desk and cause trouble. He sighed helplessly and simply pressed the mirror down with his hand.

"Calm down."

"This is dangerous! People from Lanco have entered the city!"

"Uh-huh?!"

The middle-aged man suddenly realized what was happening, slammed his hand on the table, and stood up abruptly:
"You're not lying to me?"

Why would I frame you? Do you think I have nothing better to do?

"hiss."

The middle-aged man frowned:

"Lankoli is a hundred and eight thousand miles away, how did they get here?"

After thinking for a moment, he reached for the mirror, tucked it under his arm, and walked straight outside.

"We must go see Grand Secretary Zhou; we can't let this matter rest."

(End of this chapter)