Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 241 From the Time the Mountain Ginseng Transformed

Yana and Old Apa were temporarily placed in the mansion.

There's plenty of space there, enough room for two people to stay.

The two of them felt that their place was too nice, and they were a little uneasy about staying there.

They only settled down after Lin Jiang forced them to go in.

Lin Jiang didn't rest in the afternoon either; he went straight to Xiaoshan Shen.

The little guy was practicing kung fu on the table in the yard, but when he saw Lin Jiang find him, he immediately perked up.

She jumped off the table, then ran to Lin Jiang's trouser leg and started climbing up by grabbing it with all four limbs.

This little thing seemed to be much bigger than before. When it jumped from the ground onto his pants, he could even feel a heavy weight coming down from his waistband. If he hadn't hurriedly pulled his pants back, the little ginseng might have pulled them off.

Finally, it climbed onto Lin Jiang's shoulder, and the little ginseng plopped down on it, swaying back and forth.

You can't always go back on your word.

"I was wrong, I was wrong." Lin Jiang gave a helpless bitter smile. "It really was an accident. It was the middle of the night, and you were still sleeping on the table, Divine Herb. If I had just grabbed you and dragged you away, wouldn't that have disturbed your peaceful sleep?"

Lin Jiang's words made sense, and Xiao Shanshen had thought about it carefully for a long time, but she still shook her head twice and said:

"That won't do! Next time, even if I fall asleep, you have to take me with you! I don't want to be separated from you!"

"Okay. Okay." Lin Jiang agreed, but his expression immediately turned serious, and he asked:
“Little Ginseng, Master Liang once said that transformation comes from the heart. What did you feel when you transformed?”

"Me?" Little Ginseng scratched the leaves on his head. "I'm all confused. I don't know what you mean by feeling."

Lin Jiang pondered for a moment:
Did you think of Ye Wanzhuang back then?

"How do you mean by 'want'?"

"Well... sigh, just tell me everything that happened when you transformed into human form."

Lin Jiang didn't know how to explain to Xiao Shanshen for a moment, so he picked her up, put her on the table, and asked her.

Little Ginseng also stood on the table. She first touched her chin with her little hands, then rubbed her head, and paced around the entire table, going back and forth several times.

Finally, Little Ginseng remembered what had happened:

“That day, the Taoist priest took me to the Liang residence. Master Liang told me to close my eyes and use my Qi according to his method. I did as he said. After that, many people popped into my mind: you, the Taoist priest, Master Liang, and the painter I had been looking for. All the images of people were popping and popping in my mind. Then I opened my eyes and I became the painter.”

As Xiaoshanshen spoke, he spread his arms out and waved them back and forth as he gestured.

Lin Jiang didn't notice anything unusual in Xiao Shanshen's words, so he simply reached out and touched her leaves.

Little Ginseng immediately showed an expression of enjoyment. She rubbed her cheek against Lin Jiang's fingers and chuckled.

Actually, Lin Jiang asked this mainly because he was worried.

While it's a good thing that Xiaoshan Shen has transformed into human form, the way she has transformed is not exactly a "good thing."

There are two kinds of "pointing to the stars". One is that one has broken free from mental knots and is free from thoughts and desires. The other refers to being still under the influence of attachments and pursuing something higher because of what one is attached to.

From any perspective, Liang Huashan is the latter.

Thinking back to the centrifugal light he had seen before, Lin Jiang really didn't understand how Liang Huashan viewed the small ginseng.

Even though Liang Huashan had indeed helped him a lot, this matter concerned Xiaoshan Ginseng, so he had to be careful.

After thinking for a moment, remembering that when he killed General Zhou, the Red Pill had been taken by Liang Huashan, and that he had to go and retrieve it no matter what, he directly reached out and grabbed the small ginseng:
"Let's go out for a bit."

"Where to? On an adventure? Hooray! Will this great hero be able to punish evil and promote good again?"

"No, I'm going to the Liang residence."

"Huh?" The leaves on Little Ginseng's head all wilted instantly: "Isn't today a day for painting class? Why are we going?"

"Does not learning to paint mean one cannot visit Master Liang?"

“That’s not what I meant…” The little ginseng finally drooped dejectedly in Lin Jiang’s palm: “Whatever.”

Lin Jiang chuckled. To comfort the little guy, he took out a comic book from the room and put the ginseng and the comic book in his sleeve. Listening to the little guy's cheers, Lin Jiang then walked out of the room.

Instead of overthinking, it's better to meet in person and ask.

……

Leaving her own courtyard, she walked along the road towards Liang Huashan's residence. Along the way, Little Ginseng clamored for a string of candied hawthorns. Since she couldn't eat them while still in Lin Jiang's sleeve, she decided to transform into human form to eat them.

However, her transformation time was too short, and she could only last until she ate one. There was really no other way, so she could only sit on Lin Jiang's shoulder and gnaw on it.

Many pedestrians on the road also saw this scene. Some of them were obviously from outside the city and rarely saw waiters, so they couldn't help but take a second look. Others stared at the little ginseng, thinking that the little waiter looked very interesting.

After Xiaoshan Shen finished the last bite, the two of them finally arrived at the gate of Liang's residence.

The servants in the mansion were idly sweeping the doorway when they suddenly looked up, saw Lin Jiang, and immediately smiled.

"Hey, young master, it's been a long time since you've come."

"I had some things to take care of recently, so I haven't been able to bother you, Master Liang, for a while."

"You're too kind. I'll go in and inform the master right away."

The servant quickly entered the courtyard and soon came out to invite Lin Jiang in. Following the path in the courtyard, they soon arrived at the place where Lin Jiang always met Liang Huashan, who was already waiting for them there.

Upon seeing Lin Jiang, Liang Huashan also smiled.

"Sir, you are here."

"Yes."

The little ginseng perched on Lin Jiang's shoulder also stretched out its hand and waved:

"Hi!"

Liang Huashan's gaze fell on the small ginseng.

Lin Jiang could clearly see that his eyes were much gentler than before.

With a wave of his hand, Liang Huashan caused a few drops of ink to appear on the previously empty platform.

These inks, as if dripping into a stream of water, began to slowly permeate the air.

After the ink flowed, a long table appeared on the platform.

The long table was elegantly decorated, with tea sets and small tools for sweeping tea leaves laid out on it.

Liang Huashan prepared the items, pulled out a few chairs, and began to prepare tea.

Lin Jiang was familiar with the place and sat in his usual seat.

Little Ginseng sat down at a table. She looked around, seemingly a little bored. Lin Jiang simply placed a comic book in front of her, and Little Ginseng cheered and started reading.

"Why did you suddenly come looking for me? Today is not the time for Xiaoshan Shen to learn painting."

Lin Jiang thought for a moment and felt it wasn't appropriate to ask about Liang Huashan's ginseng first, so he changed the subject and asked about the beads first:

"I came here to borrow something."

"Oh?"

"I wonder if you, Mr. Liang, still remember the red pill we took from General Zhou when we were dealing with him?"

"Of course I remember. I even researched it for a while recently. Do you want to use it?"

"Yes."

Liang Huashan gently drew a line in the air beside him with a small tea-sweeping broom.

A few drops of tea flew out of his hand and suddenly exploded in mid-air.

The surrounding air was cracked with fine, spiderweb-like patterns, like shattered glass.

The next instant, the cracks suddenly burst open, revealing a passage behind the exploding fragments.

Lin Jiang looked inside and found it was a storage warehouse.

Looking inside, Lin Jiang saw several slender young women with their backs to them.

The girls were holding brooms and gently sweeping away the accumulated dust on the ground.

Even just seeing their backs, their slender figures can still gently stir the heartstrings.

Just as Lin Jiang was about to praise Liang Huashan's good taste, he suddenly noticed one of the girls turn to the side, take out a rag, and start wiping the cabinet next to her.

Then Lin Jiang clearly saw the woman's slender profile from behind.

This is……

画。

The people in the collection are not real people at all.

Lin Jiang hesitated for a moment:
"What a refined mood."

"Just some casual drawings I do on a regular basis." Liang Huashan waved his hand. "Some of them have flaws, so I won't let them out to embarrass myself."

He then called out to those inside:
"Find the red bead I collected before."

The girls immediately headed deeper into the collection room.

A moment later, one of the girls came over carrying a box.

She respectfully placed the box in Liang Huashan's hands, and Liang Huashan reached out and took it.

Then, the cracks, like those on a broken mirror, slowly healed and eventually disappeared.

Liang Huashan placed the box on the table and gently swept his hand across it.

The next moment, a small gap appeared in the box.

Lin Jiang could clearly sense a strong, pungent odor emanating from the box.

His face turned dark, and he almost fainted from the fumes.

"What's that smell?"

(End of this chapter)