Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 339 Disaster Pill
Lingkong frowned, gazing at the bustling battlefield in the distance. After a moment of focused attention, he finally made out the face of the person in the center.

He then suddenly leaned back: "Nianyuan? How could he be fighting with the monks of Mingde Temple?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lingkong didn't have time to think. Seeing that the fierce battle between the two sides was escalating and about to cause a disaster, he had no choice but to spur his horse forward.

Lin Jiang waved to Yu Wenyun, who then followed closely behind in his carriage.

Before long, Lingkong's horse had charged to the edge of the battlefield.

Before he could say a word, he leaped off his horse and landed among the fighting monks.

He swiftly took out a wooden fish from his sleeve and struck it several times.

The sound of the wooden fish, though faint as dust amidst the chaotic shouts and cries of battle, clearly pierced through the entire battlefield.

The monks' arms froze, their movements stiffening.

A force that seemed to be pressing down on their wrists, a force that was difficult to express from the heart.

At this moment, they finally turned towards Lingkong.

"Fellow colleagues, why must we fight to the death here? We are all from the same sect. Such killing would surely bring tears to the eyes of even the Golden Buddha!"

Lingkong earnestly advised him.

These words, spoken by this born killer, carried a subtle irony, but they did indeed stop the people in front of him from fighting.

Upon hearing this, Nianyuan, standing beside Lingkong, was filled with resentment and spat fiercely to the side:
"This has nothing to do with me! I just arrived here and was attacked by these brats without any explanation. What could I do? Was I supposed to just let them smash my skull open?"

After saying this, Nianyuan turned her head and looked at Lingkong beside her.

He stared at Lingkong's face for a moment, and a hint of surprise gradually appeared on his face.

Clearly, Nianyuan had recognized Lingkong.

Before he could speak to Lingkong, a middle-aged monk with a serious expression stepped out from the group of monks opposite him.

The monk chanted a Buddhist prayer, but his gaze remained fixed on Nianyuan.
“Master, the monk we are dealing with is a disgraced disciple of Mingde Temple. Mingde Temple has long since explicitly forbidden him from entering the temple grounds, yet he has come here today. We, the Disciplinary Hall, naturally have to act impartially…”

At this point, the serious-looking middle-aged monk's gaze fell on Lingkong.

He blinked, clearly recognizing it.

The middle-aged monk flew into a rage:
"Lingkong! You're back too!"

Only then did he realize that there were not one thief monk standing in front of him, but two!

Seeing the monks of the monastic monastery assume their stances again, Nianyuan laughed heartily:
"I never expected that God would send me a helper! I've long disliked you bunch of bald monks from the Disciplinary Hall! Today I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

Nianyuan patted Lingkong on the back and said with a smile, "Now is not the time for catching up. We must find a good restaurant to eat and drink later!"

Lingkong's forehead veins bulged:

"Can't you just behave yourself!"

Seeing that a battle seemed unavoidable, Lingkong instinctively wanted to pull Nianyuan away and run away.

But just then, he suddenly heard the sound of a carriage stopping behind him.

The next moment, Yu Wenyun appeared directly in the center of the battlefield.

No one saw how he appeared; all they could see was a cloud of dust suddenly rising from beneath his feet.

The sudden appearance of this man completely stunned both sides, who were still planning to continue their fight.

Yu Wenyun maintained that stiff, unyielding smile, which remained completely unchanged.
"Could you please give me the courtesy of not resorting to violence here? We have elderly people on our bus, and it would be bad if we disturbed them like this."

The other monks looked at each other in bewilderment.

Before they could even speak, Nianyuan blurted out:

"Who do you think you are? You think I'll stop just because you tell me to? I'd lose face if you did that..."

Nianyuan's mouth was really too fast. Although he was almost muttering to himself, his loud voice was deafening, even when he was whispering.

Upon hearing this, Lingkong's face immediately darkened.

His first instinct was to reach out and cover Nianyuan's mouth.

Unfortunately, Yu Wenyun's gaze had already fallen upon them.

Nianyuan felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, and an unprecedented surge of pressure suddenly climbed up his spine and into his mind.

He wanted to speak, but the words stuck in his throat.

The spirit she had honed through bloody battles on Phoenix Mountain now seemed as naive and powerless as a child recounting a storyteller's tale from the previous night, when faced with this man.

His legs went weak and he almost collapsed to his knees.

Finally, Nianyuan knelt on one knee, panting heavily. His bald forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the tattered monk's robe on his back was already soaked with sweat.

Seeing this powerful martial artist kneel down after being glared at, the monks from Mingde Temple nearby froze instantly.

Good heavens, is this the Buddha reborn? Who are you?!
The monks of the disciplinary hall, who had been so aggressive just moments before, moved their lips and immediately forced a smile onto their faces:

"Thank you for your help, sir. We will take these two traitors back to the temple's disciplinary hall and hand them over to the elders for judgment."

Upon hearing this, Yu Wenyun maintained his smile and looked at the monks beside him:

"How tragic! I thought the monks of Mingde Temple were all magnanimous and generous, but now I see that they are so petty and narrow-minded, which is truly despicable!"

Several monastic monks hesitated, but the middle-aged monk, bracing himself for the pressure, stammered:

"What...what do you mean?"

"My brother here heard that your abbot was injured, so he came to treat him. I never expected you all to act in this way."

Yu Wenyun shook his head. Nianyuan, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly perked up upon hearing this and immediately looked up, saying urgently, "I heard that the abbot's illness was getting worse, so I went to the northwest to find a strange man. He obtained a good medicine and planned to come back to cure the abbot. Who knew that you guys completely ignored me and then beat me up when you recognized me? It's really frustrating!"

Upon hearing this, the monks of the monastic monastery exchanged bewildered glances.

They hesitated visibly for a moment, before the monk in the middle spoke in a deep voice:

"This matter is, after all, within our duties. We are truly ashamed for offending you all, but please bear with us. Temples naturally have their own rules..."

"So you're saying they can't come in?"

As an invisible pressure slowly enveloped his body, he, a monk of the disciplinary hall, finally closed his eyes and sighed:
"We certainly have no intention of stopping these pilgrims from entering the temple, but these two have violated the temple's rules before. To avoid any further complications, we hope you will be careful and not let them be alone with our monks."

After saying this, the monks of the monastery said nothing more, but bowed deeply to the people in the convoy, and then turned and left.

As they moved further away from the carriage, one of the younger monks in the group couldn't help but whisper a question:

"Senior brother, are we really going to let these people enter the mountain gate? The abbot is seriously ill now; what if they cause trouble?"

"Can't you see how extraordinary that coachman's skills are?" The leading monk glanced at his junior brother and said helplessly, "I wonder what kind of skill that was just now. If it's some rare technique, that's fine, but it was a deeply rooted true source pressure. If it's like that..."

"If that's the case?"

"In terms of skill, even the abbot before he fell ill is probably no match for him."

Upon hearing this, the little monk's eyes widened in disbelief:

"If his abilities are even more extraordinary than those of the abbot before he fell ill, wouldn't that mean he has reached a level of skill comparable to the stars in the heavens?"

"That's probably the case."

"But senior brother, I don't understand. How many people in the world possess such skills? How could they be willing to be someone's coachman?"

After saying this, the senior brother subconsciously looked back.

The leisurely carriage was still standing in the same spot.

The person inside the carriage did not show up this time.

"I don't understand either."

The senior brother shook his head and did not say anything more.

How many people in the world have such skill in driving?
……

After the disciplinary hall staff left, Nianyuan, who was still kneeling on the ground, showed an embarrassed expression.

He wanted to blurt out, "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now," but the man's imposing aura was so strong that he couldn't even utter a word.

Just then, the carriage curtain was lifted, and Lin Jiang stepped down, greeting him softly:
"Master Nianyuan, it's been a long time."

Nianyuan was startled by the sound, then looked over in shock:
"Young Master Zhu?!"

He only remembered Lin Jiang's alias, Zhu Da.

Lin Jiang nodded in response:

"It has been a long time since we parted ways at Feng'ao Mountain."

As Lin Jiang approached, Yu Wenyun immediately withdrew his oppressive aura, and Nianyuan felt a sense of lightness throughout her body.

He then stood up, swaying his shoulders, and gave a wry smile:
"Young master, did you hear me talking with those bald monks from the disciplinary hall just now?"

"As fellow monks, is it inappropriate to call someone a bald donkey?"

Nianyuan said indignantly, "What's wrong with it? I think they're all troublemakers. They're not only stupid, but also stubborn and obstinate. They're just a bunch of donkeys. Cursing them isn't enough to vent my anger!"

He muttered to himself, "This time I really found a good medicine, hoping to cure the abbot's chronic illness, but they turned a deaf ear, it's infuriating!"

Lin Jiang chuckled and asked directly, "What kind of pills did you obtain?"

Nianyuan was still a little wary, but thinking that Lin Jiang was the hero who helped them deal with Feng Ao Mountain, he would not be interested in this little thing, so he carefully took out a white jade bottle from his pocket.

He gently opened the bottle cap, quickly showed it to Lin Jiang, and then said cautiously:

"I went to great lengths to get this; it's said to cure all diseases in the world."

Although Nianyuan's demonstration was brief, Lin Jiang still managed to catch a clear glimpse of the pill's appearance in that instant.

A bright red pill, emanating a qi aura that Lin Jiang greatly disliked.

Lin Jiang's expression instantly turned serious.

He confiscated this little gadget more than once or twice!
It was clearly a calamity compressed into a lump.

"Who did you get this from?" Lin Jiang asked urgently.

Judging from his tone, Nianyuan was momentarily bewildered, and simply said softly, "A strange man, wearing a donkey headgear, is said to be a famous eccentric doctor in the Northwest."

It really was that guy.

The image of the donkey's hood had already appeared in Lin Jiang's mind.

In the previous battle, many people from the General's Mansion were captured alive, but a group of Dianxing managed to escape.

This person is one of them.

Composing himself, Lin Jiang immediately pressed down on Nian Yuan's hand:

"This elixir cannot be given to your abbot."

"Huh?" Nianyuan was dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)