Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 341 Stinky

Since Wen Xiangyi and Lin Shengfeng were not able to get involved in Lin Jiang's affairs for the time being, Lin Jiang asked Yu Wenyun to accompany the two elders to the main hall to offer incense with the worshippers.

The rest of the group followed Lin Jiang and his entourage to pay their respects to the abbot.

Before going to see the abbot, Monk Yining led them directly to the disciplinary hall in the backyard, intending to find Nianwu and take care of his affairs at the same time.

As soon as they stepped into the disciplinary hall, a burst of curses came from afar:
"I came here out of kindness to deliver a treasure to the old monk, and this is how you fucking treat me? A bunch of sons of bitches, spineless bastards, rotten people with donkey dung in their brains! Your names aren't on the list of kindness, and your names can't be on the list of righteousness. Disgusting! Disgusting!"

The variety of insults surprised Lin Jiang; he had only heard such rhyming and rhythmic profanities during his elementary school years.

Back then, students especially loved to turn swear words into nursery rhymes and sing them out like precious treasures.

The shouts, each one louder than the last, grew louder and louder. They soon arrived in the courtyard and saw a monk tied up in the center, with several martial monks standing guard beside him, holding sticks.

The bound monk had an ordinary appearance with no distinguishing features, except for a slightly blank expression.

At this moment, his eyes widened, his brows furrowed, as if karmic fire was burning within him, and a barrage of insults, like cannonballs, erupted from his mouth.

The monks around him all blushed, but as monks, they could not break their vows, so they could only stand there like wooden statues, trying their best to calm themselves down and not get angry.

As Yi Ning listened to the barrage of insults, the skin on his bald head wrinkled into deep furrows.

“The traitors of Mingde Temple have always been like this. I have exhausted all my efforts to hope that they will return to the right path, but unfortunately, all my efforts have been in vain. In the end, I had no choice but to expel them from the temple.”

After finishing speaking, Yi Ning glanced at Ling Kong and Nian Yuan.

The former looked ashamed, while the latter scoffed dismissively.

Ignoring the rebellious disciples, Yi Ning walked straight toward Nian Wu, who was still cursing.

Hearing footsteps, Nianwu turned his head and saw Yi Ning and the crowd behind him.

"You old geezer! You actually have the leisure to come see me, and you even brought this whole bunch with you..."

Nianwu continued to be sarcastic, but when his gaze swept over Lin Jiang and his group, he suddenly stopped talking.

They fell silent.

Yi Ning: "?"

Weren't you just spewing a lot of insults? Why are you silent now?

Yi Ning had expected Nianwu to suffer because of his foul mouth, but he didn't expect that this guy's ability to judge people seemed to be better than his own, and he became as docile as a lamb in the blink of an eye.

With a sigh, Yi Ning waved her hand:
"Untie him."

The monks exchanged bewildered glances. They had been holding their anger in for a while, and now they were just going to let him go? That was too easy on him!

However, the old monk in front of them was, after all, an elder of the monastic discipline hall. Although the group harbored resentment, they could not disobey the elder's wishes and had no choice but to stiffen their faces and untie Nianwu's rope.

Nianwu immediately rubbed his wrists, which were red from being tied with ropes, and glared fiercely at the group of monks from the monastery beside him.

However, perhaps because Lin Jiang and the others were present, he didn't say anything this time, and just swallowed all his words.

"Reflection and Enlightenment".

Ling Kong strode forward, and when Nian Wu saw him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes:
"Lingkong, you're here too?"

"Not only me, but also Nianyuan."

Lingkong casually pointed to Nianyuan behind the crowd, and the monk happened to walk up to the two of them.

Seeing the three monks huddled together, several veins suddenly bulged on Yi Ning's forehead. All sorts of things that happened in the temple in the past flooded back to his mind like a tide, causing his head to buzz and ache.

“It’s been a long time since I left this place,” Nianwu said with emotion. “I never expected that we brothers, who were kicked out of this swill-collecting place back then, would return together today. Such is the way of fate.”

Suddenly lowering her voice, Nianwu glanced sideways at Jiang Jinyue's direction: "That person is Jiang, the head constable of the Six Doors in the capital. Is he at the fifth or sixth level of the Heavenly Realm? He's one of the top constables in the capital. How did you end up following her?"

Lingkong was also learning Jiang Jinyue's identity for the first time. Recalling the events that had just occurred, he was not particularly surprised. Nianyuan, on the other hand, had the good fortune to have seen Jiang Jinyue before at Feng'ao Mountain. At that time, he was unaware of her background, but now he knew the truth.

"That's how it all started..."

Lingkong told Nianwu everything that had happened, and the latter looked surprised after hearing it.

Now that we're returning to this place today, our goals are the same.

This is weird!

“There’s something fishy about this,” Lingkong said in a low voice, looking at his two old friends. “Should the three of us continue to stay here?”

"I have to give the medicine to the abbot, at least." Nianwu muttered, "I went to great lengths to get this good medicine. I won't feel at ease unless I see the abbot take it with my own eyes."

"What does that medicine look like?" Nianyuan suddenly asked.

Nianwu was taken aback, not understanding why Nianyuan suddenly asked this, but he still obediently opened the cloth bag in his arms, revealing several plasters inside.

That thing looks like something a quack doctor would use to scare people.

Nianyuan originally thought that Nianwu would bring the same small red pill as himself, but to his surprise, he took out this thing.

"Does this thing of yours even work?"

"I went to great lengths to get this, so of course it works!"

Seeing that the others planned to meet the abbot before setting off, the three monks also made up their minds.

Regardless of the circumstances, let's meet the abbot first.

Some stayed for as short as twelve years and as long as twenty-six, yet they never truly understood the Buddha's heart or the Dharma. When they studied at night, they saw no one else but the old monk, who, while dozing off, patiently explained the Dharma. Though the world is strange now, we can never forget the camaraderie under the candlelight.

Now that things had come to this, everyone's attention was focused on Yi Ning. Yi Ning knew that she could no longer stop these people, so she could only lead the group of people into the depths of the temple.

They passed through the bustling main courtyard, bypassing the devout pilgrims, and entered a more secluded area deeper within the courtyard. In the midst of the continuous covered walkways, they spotted a large house.

A dozen or so incense burners were scattered in front of the house, each filled with towering incense sticks. The sticks were interlocked like saw teeth, and the swirling smoke spread like a wall.

“Since the abbot fell ill, his profound cultivation has become the source of his suffering. Now that he is unable to control the Qi within his body, we light incense to suppress his cultivation.”

After explaining, Yi Ning stared at the three traitors and the group of strangers in front of her with a complicated expression.

He hesitated, then finally let out a long sigh:
"Please come in, everyone."

He personally pushed open the door and led everyone into the room filled with the aroma of incense.

The room was spotless, with several bookshelves in one corner filled with Buddhist scriptures; a desk was placed next to the bed, clearly for people to study.

An old monk was lying on the bed.

He was fast asleep, draped in a thin blanket, completely still.

This man was emaciated, with long, thin earlobes, white eyebrows and beard, thin lips, and wrinkles that stretched from his neck to his face, etched with the marks of time. Perhaps due to his illness, he had lost all the benevolent demeanor of a monk, resembling instead a withered stone sculpture.

Even though a large group of people had surrounded him, the abbot remained motionless, lying there quietly and letting everyone around him look at him.

"I didn't have a chance to inquire earlier about what illness the abbot is suffering from."

Lin Jiang asked Yi Ning, and seeing that the people in front of him were indeed not making any unusual moves, Yi Ning also spoke frankly:

"The cause of the illness is hard to pinpoint. Several years ago, the abbot suddenly felt unwell and ordered a room to be prepared for him to live alone. At first, he was only easily fatigued, but later his appearance gradually aged, and eventually he had difficulty walking, which led to his current condition."

"This is likely a sign of the decline of humanity," Jiang Jinyue said.

Every mortal body contains a wisp of primordial energy; as the years pass, this energy gradually weakens, yet it remains and does not dissipate.

Once the critical point is crossed, the vital energy (qi) seems to encounter a gust of wind and rapidly dissipates from the body, which is known as the five signs of decay in a celestial being.

This is not an illness, but a matter of fate, which even the most powerful cultivators cannot reverse.

"How could it be the Five Signs of Decay of Heaven and Man? The abbot has already reached the sixth level of the Heaven Realm many years ago, and can even use the Illusion Realm in a shallow way. He will probably reach the peak of star-pointing soon. The longevity of life here cannot be fully described in words."

Yining was quite helpless.

The conversation had reached a point where there was no way to delve deeper, so Lin Jiang decisively squatted down and placed his hand on the abbot's wrist.

He gently infused his vital energy into the body.

However, as soon as the life force entered, before it could even begin to search, Lin Jiang sensed that the abbot's withered body was like parched earth, greedily absorbing his life force.

Do I need vital energy?
Seeing that the method was effective, Lin Jiang no longer hesitated and released a little more Qi, which was absorbed by the abbot in a short while.

After transmitting the energy for a while, Lin Jiang sensed that the other person's body was almost saturated before letting go.

Looking at the abbot on the bed, the monk who was originally as withered as a stick now had a rosy complexion.

Yining, who was originally worried, was so shocked by this scene that her eyes widened.

He consulted countless doctors and used numerous rare medicines, but none of them could alleviate the abbot's symptoms in the slightest. Unexpectedly, the young man brought the abbot back to life simply by taking his pulse with two fingers!

Although the abbot has not yet woken up, this undoubtedly brings hope to Yi Ning.

He rushed forward, grabbed Lin Jiang's hand as he stood up, hesitated, his throat choked with emotion, and finally managed to squeeze out two "thank yous".

Lin Jiang waved his hand to indicate that it was alright.

He looked around and indeed everything was calm and peaceful.

Could it really be a coincidence that the three monks came here?

……

The front hall was bustling with noise and unusual activity.

Yu Wenyun led the two elderly people slowly through the temple. They had just bought a high-quality incense stick and were about to offer it to the Buddha.

"I'm sorry to trouble General Yu to keep me company."

"Not at all! It was nothing!"

Yu Wenyun laughed loudly.

The group followed the team and soon arrived at the main hall.

Inside the hall is a large golden Buddha statue, and worshippers come in an endless stream to insert incense sticks into the incense burner and kneel to pray.

When it was the turn of the three of them, after a mother and child left, Wen Xiangyi was about to place the incense stick into the incense burner. Just then, Lin Shengfeng suddenly reached out and grabbed Wen Xiangyi's sleeve.

The incense sticks couldn't be inserted.

Wen Xiangyi was taken aback by this sudden action and looked at Lin Shengfeng in confusion:

"What's wrong with you, old man?"

Lin Shengfeng did not answer, his gaze fixed on the Buddha statue in front of him.

He sniffed sharply, his brow furrowing.

"Smelly."

"Smelly?"

"There's a foul smell," Lin Shengfeng muttered. "It's incredibly stinky."

P.S.: I'm almost a million words, but still not much output. Maybe I'll try changing the name after a million words.
(End of this chapter)