Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 333 Returning Your Beauty
The scene that Miss Shen saw in her illusion was exactly the same as the mural of Dengxian Mountain that Lin Jiang saw in the Qingniwa Tomb.

At that time, Lin Jiang thought that the craftsman's skills were crude and he did not know how to depict the fairy's appearance, so he used messy lines to outline such an abstract image.

Upon hearing Miss Shen's description of the immortals in the illusion, he suddenly realized that perhaps the true appearance of those immortals was indeed composed of countless intricate lines.

This is quite intriguing.

Lin Jiang found it hard to believe that what Miss Shen saw was merely a pure illusion. After all, the chances of an illusion perfectly matching the murals on Mount Dengxian were extremely slim. It seemed that this matter was indeed related to that mysterious immortal.

However, Miss Shen's memory is clearly quite vague, and it would be difficult to make any breakthroughs if we tried to find clues from her.

After a moment's thought, Lin Jiang had already made up his mind.

Since inquiring with Miss Shen yielded no results, let us inquire about the Qi within her body.

So Lin Jiang pretended to treat an illness and said seriously:
"To fix your face, we need to take your pulse."

Upon hearing this, Miss Shen first glanced at Young Master Jing, who nodded, before slowly extending her hand toward Lin Jiang, rolling up her sleeve to reveal a section of her pale arm.

Without hesitation, Lin Jiang placed his fingers on the other woman's arm and then injected a stream of Qi into Miss Shen's body.

As if receiving a command, the four little golden figures walked in unison toward Lin Jiang's fingertips, hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder, and poured into Miss Shen's body.

Lin Jiang also closed his eyes, his gaze following the four little golden figures as they moved forward.

This was the first time Lin Jiang had ever spied on someone else's body in this way, and his first feeling was... cramped.

If Lin Jiang's meridians are like broad and sturdy avenues leading to Kangyang, then Miss Shen's meridians are like desolate and winding mountain paths.

These four little golden statues are like people from big cities who are new to the countryside. They are not used to the surrounding environment and have a hard time getting around.

Before long, the little golden man arrived at Miss Shen's dantian, where Lin Jiang discovered Miss Shen's "inner palace".

It was an extremely dilapidated thatched hut: the fence was crumbling and most of the thatched roof had collapsed; inside, on a worn-out bed, lay a small golden figure.

Even though the little golden statue had short limbs and a blurry face, Lin Jiang could still glimpse a deep sense of languor from its languid, side-lying posture.

It's just like how I used to curl up in bed and look at my phone when I went home for vacation.

The little golden man, who was curled up in the dilapidated thatched hut, immediately sprang up from the bed when he noticed four companions appearing beside him.

It excitedly ran to its companions and, holding hands with them, happily circled around.

After circling around once, the little golden figures began to communicate in hushed tones in a language that Lin Jiang couldn't understand.

After a moment, they stopped talking, and Lin Jiang, assuming they had grasped the situation, asked:

"But do you know what happened?"

The few golden statues he sent out nodded.

"Was it designed by my grandfather?" Lin Jiang asked, pointing to the lone little golden figure.

The little golden figures all nodded.

Sure enough, before attempting to resurrect the original body, the old man first tried using some other corpses.

Baishan County has only managed to bring two of them back to life so far, so it's estimated that only the two of them succeeded.

But why would Miss Shen have such a hallucination?
Could it be related to the method of ascending to immortality?

Thoughts swirled in Lin Jiang's mind, but with few clues, he was ultimately unable to uncover the truth.

Lin Jiang was about to calm himself down and withdraw his aura when he suddenly realized that the little golden figure in the dilapidated thatched house had originally intended to return with the others he had sent out. Lin Jiang was immediately stunned.

If this little golden statue really follows me, then Miss Shen probably won't have the power to support me anymore.

Lin Jiang then hurriedly called a halt to the Oscars.

"He can't come back with us."

Upon hearing this, the lonely little golden statue became extremely dejected and sadly lowered its head.

Seeing this, the other little golden figures immediately started gesturing to Lin Jiang.

Three of them huddled together, while only one remained, making a crying and wiping away tears gesture.

Lin Jiang only glanced at it, but he immediately understood what the little golden statuettes meant:
"You mean he's too lonely?"

The little golden figures nodded.

Lin Jiang was speechless.

He never expected that the Qi he cultivated would abandon its master for such a reason.

“That won’t work either. After all, he is the foundation of this girl’s cultivation. If he leaves, she probably won’t be able to maintain it.”

Lin Jiang hesitated for a moment, then said:
"I will teach this girl the method of introspection later. She will probably be able to concentrate her mind and spirit in your thatched hut. When that time comes, you can get along well with her. After all, she will have a companion."

Miss Shen's little golden statue nodded stiffly upon hearing this.

He seemed to realize that leaving now was not a good idea, so he walked back to the house alone, quietly conjured a broom, and began to clean carefully.

Witnessing this scene, Lin Jiang summoned the little golden figures back.

After putting them away, Lin Jiang opened his eyes, took out an exquisite white jade bottle from his bosom, poured out a "Heart-to-Bone" pill, and gently handed it to Miss Shen.

"Eat this, and open your mouth again after your injury has healed."

Although Miss Shen didn't understand the necessary connection between taking her pulse and swallowing the small pill, she still obediently accepted it. She hid her hands under her red veil, and the clear sound of her chewing could be heard.

A moment later, a questioning sound escaped from Miss Shen's throat. She subconsciously touched her neck and then spat something out.

She held it in both hands, and in her palms was a pill that was exactly the same as the one she had just swallowed.

"Is your injury healed?" Lin Jiang asked with a smile.

"It's all better...it's really all better." Miss Shen's voice was clearly filled with shock.

It is not unusual for medicine to heal injuries, but normally, repair and healing should be done gradually.

After taking the pill, the wounds on her face disappeared instantly.

It disappeared, not healed.

This?
Even as a ghost, she felt something was amiss.

However, her greater surprise was instantly overwhelmed by the joy that welled up in her heart, and Miss Shen turned straight to her beloved young master.

She lifted the veil, revealing a face that was no longer the one with the disfigurement.

Her face had fully recovered, although her complexion was still slightly pale, but her delicate features had reappeared.

"Young Master, I'm all better now."

Miss Shen's voice trembled and trembled with sobs, but unfortunately, her zombie body seemed to have lost the ability to cry, and now she couldn't even shed a single tear.

Young Master Jing burst into tears and rushed forward to hug the other person.

Seeing the two embracing tightly, Yi Er San once again reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

After the two of them had been cuddling for a while, he suddenly remembered that there were other people around.

The two then separated. Miss Shen, being a dead person, looked awkward but not changed much, while Young Master Jing blushed completely.

At this moment, Miss Shen seemed to remember something. She quickly walked up to Lin Jiang, put the pill she had spat out in both hands, and sent it back.

Lin Jiang glanced at the sticky pill and said bluntly:
"Keep the things for now. Just throw them out, and whatever they hit will be the source of the punch's force."

The fist injury sealed by the elixir was caused by Lin Jiang restraining some of his strength that day.

In the martial arts world, it can indeed be considered a powerful one-time use hidden weapon.

However, Lin Jiang is no longer the same as before. Now, his casual punches are far more powerful than before, so the pills are useless to him.

Miss Shen found the object increasingly mysterious and couldn't help but nod repeatedly. She then carefully put it away, treating it as a precious treasure.

With this matter settled, Young Master Jing, true to his word, went straight into the inner room to pack his travel expenses, determined to leave.

Seeing this, Tai Nanzi couldn't help but ask:
"If you leave home, where can you go?"

"The world is so vast, where can't I find a place to live?" The young master, clearly inexperienced in the ways of the world, still spoke with a touch of arrogance. "I intend to venture into the capital and make my mark, to build my own career. If I succeed and return in glory, I'll make that old man regret his actions!"

But after saying this, a hint of apology appeared on his face as he looked at Lin Jiang and the others:
“My father is indeed not here. He left me a lot of travel money. I originally wanted to host a banquet for you all, but if I were to do so, it might not be enough for me to get to the capital. Please forgive me.”

Lin Jiang waved his hand, not caring.

Only Tai Nanzi sighed softly; the task entrusted to him by others ultimately could not be completed.

Even an upright official finds it difficult to settle family disputes, and it is ultimately inappropriate for others to interfere.

At most, he would personally go to the Jing residence to have a brief discussion with the master, so as to avoid a falling out between father and son and the formation of enmity.

Having discovered what they wanted, Lin Jiang stopped interfering in the young couple's affairs.

Since it was their own choice, and the road to the capital was not particularly dangerous, there is no need to elaborate.

Seeing the young master go inside to pack his belongings, everyone prepared to turn around and leave.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the monk Lingkong, who had been lying on the ground barely breathing, suddenly got up and stood in front of everyone with a complicated expression.

"Master, is there something you need from us?" Lin Jiang asked.

Lingkong softly chanted a Buddhist mantra, then couldn't help but speak:
"Fellow Daoists, I was very rude and offended you earlier."

Lin Jiang pondered for a moment and guessed that the monk was referring to his previous arrogant attitude, but he didn't care.

After all, the other party only showed occasional displeasure, but their words remained respectful and humble. To hold a grudge over this would be narrow-minded and inappropriate.

"Master, you flatter me. Is there anything else?"

Upon hearing his question, a hint of hesitation crossed the monk's face.

He seemed to be hesitating about something, his words churning in his throat before he finally let out a long sigh and said:

"Do any of you gentlemen have the time to accompany this humble monk to Mingde Temple?"

"Mingde Temple? What's the matter?"

Lin Jiang had heard of the temple on this mountain; it was a renowned ancient temple in the vicinity.

Now that he's mentioned it, could it be that something has happened at the temple?
“Indeed.” Lingkong nodded. “The abbot of our temple recently contracted a strange illness and is now in critical condition. Seeing your extraordinary abilities, I have no choice but to humbly request that you come and take a look.”

(End of this chapter)