Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 342 Night Detective
Yining's attitude towards these people was completely different from before. He was originally very nervous, but now that he found that Lin Jiang was indeed capable of curing the abbot, his disdain immediately turned into enthusiasm.

He immediately instructed the cook in the backyard to prepare a fine vegetarian feast to entertain them.

When the abbot invited the elderly couple from the main hall to dine with him, he was still unconscious.

Lin Jiang estimated that the abbot would be able to completely digest the life force within his body by tomorrow, and would then awaken. He could ask any questions then.

The meal was eaten in a hurry. After finishing the vegetarian noodles, Yining wanted to talk to Lin Jiang about the origins of Mingde Temple and the transmission of Buddhism, but Lin Jiang noticed that Wen Xiangyi looked absent-minded. Knowing that something was wrong, he declined the invitation and planned to ask his grandmother about it later.

After the evening meal, everyone returned to their rooms to rest.

Taking this opportunity, Lin Jiang went out to look for Wen Xiangyi.

Before he could even take a step, the little ginseng nimbly leaped across the table and swished onto Lin Jiang's neck.

Turning his head, Lin Jiang and Xiao Shanshen stared at each other at close range. He could even clearly smell the faint scent of soap on Xiao Shanshen.

Although Lin Jiang no longer needs to drink ginseng soup, Xiao Shanshen prefers to take baths and occasionally buys soap to clean his body.

Although its transformation is still not very stable, after spending more than half a year together, the little ginseng has increasingly adopted human habits.

"You're going to sneak out?"

"I am aboveboard and honest."

"Okay, then I'll follow you openly and honestly."

And so the ginseng was hung on Lin Jiang's shoulder.

After leaving the room, it was already getting dark. Mingde Temple closes its doors to visitors at night, and without the noise of worshippers, the entire temple was indeed much quieter than before.

Following the path, they soon arrived at Wen Xiangyi's location. Pushing open the door, Lin Jiang was surprised to find Yu Wenyun among them.

As soon as the three of them saw Lin Jiang arrive, Yu Wenyun immediately pulled out a chair for him.

After Lin Jiang sat down, he looked at the people in front of him with a puzzled expression:

"What happened during the day, Grandma? Why do you look so worried?"

Before Wen Xiangyi could speak, Lin Shengfeng interrupted:

"There was a foul smell in the main hall, as if there was something bad inside that big, golden thing."

Lin Shengfeng's mind is still not quite right; he speaks like a child and has difficulty explaining things clearly.

Just like that big, golden thing he mentioned earlier, Lin Jiang couldn't immediately recall what it was.

Fortunately, Yu Wenyun had been protecting the two elderly people throughout the day, and he witnessed the entire incident:
"During the day, when we passed by the Buddha statue in the main hall, Mr. Lin discovered that the golden Buddha was filled with filth and dirt. I used some methods to examine it carefully and found that there was a hidden cave inside the golden Buddha, which seemed to contain dead energy."

"It's a pity I haven't cultivated the ability to see through eyes. If I really wanted to see what was hidden inside, I'd probably have to split the golden Buddha open on the spot. I feel that's not a good idea, so I'll just wait until you have some free time to come and see you again."

Yu Wenyun said.

The golden Buddha statue in the main hall is a den of filth and defilement.

How could Mingde Temple, a place that looks so respectable, have this problem?

Today, although the image of the Disciplinary Hall is somewhat too strict, for Lin Jiang, this is considered to be doing his job impartially. It is really unrealistic for the Disciplinary Hall to greet the three rebellious disciples who were expelled from the temple with a smile.

This golden Buddha is the face of Mingde Temple. If there is a problem with it, it undoubtedly indicates that the temple may have many hidden problems.

"Grandpa and Grandma, please rest here for a while. General Yu and I will go to the main hall to check things out and will be back soon."

Lin Jiang comforted the elderly couple with gentle words, and then went out with Yu Wenyun.

He did not head straight for the main hall, but went directly to the room where he shared with Jiang Jinyue.

Upon reaching the door, he gently knocked, and the person who opened the door was none other than Yi Er San, whose face was plain and clean.

Now she had removed her disguise; she was no longer wearing that elaborate long dress, but only a simple, close-fitting garment. The heavy makeup on her face had also disappeared, revealing her original, beautiful face.

Upon suddenly seeing such a refreshing appearance, Lin Jiang was slightly dazed, as if he had caught a glimpse of the character "One, Two, Three" from his memories.

"Oh dear, young master," Yi Er San blushed instantly upon seeing Lin Jiang, "coming to see me in the middle of the night, perhaps you wish to spend the night with me? Unfortunately, I am currently chatting with Miss Jiang, so it may not be convenient..."

Lin Jiang's face instantly darkened.

Yes, even without heavy makeup, her true nature remains unchanged.

He looked into the room beyond the first three steps and saw Jiang Jinyue loosely tying her long hair up, dressed casually, and looking at him with a half-smile.

Lin Jiang sighed helplessly and said:
"If you two have some free time tonight, please look after the two elders."

He quickly gave a brief account of what had happened in the main hall.

After hearing "one, two, three," they took out a few red candles and lit them.

Something unseen gradually enveloped the surroundings, tinging the peaceful night with a faint red hue.

"Young master, please rest assured. With the two of us here, nothing will happen."

Having received the assurances, Lin Jiang then led Yu Wenyun and Xiaoshan Shen towards the main hall.

In the deep of night, only a few patrolling monks remained on duty in the temple.

Should we just walk straight there?

These monks would certainly not be able to stop them, but Lin Jiang still wanted to show respect to the monks of this temple.

After all, not all monks are malicious, so this matter needs to be handled with caution.

Just as Lin Jiang was pondering how to avoid the patrolling monks, the little ginseng on his shoulder suddenly rubbed its palms together. Then, Lin Jiang noticed that a drop of jet-black ink had appeared in the little ginseng's slender palm.

She deftly flicked her small hand outwards, and the drop of ink transformed above their heads into a painting of dark clouds, within which a faint light shimmered.

Seeing Lin Jiang's gaze fall upon him, Xiao Shanshen confidently straightened his back:

"This is what Master Liang taught me!"

Liang Huashan did teach Xiaoshan a lot of skills, but she rarely showed them when she was with Lin Jiang. Now, she finally displayed a unique skill.

"The Divine Herb is truly miraculous," Lin Jiang praised.

The little ginseng proudly raised its head high.

Braving the thick, dark fog, the three of them quietly arrived at the main hall.

After passing the entrance, we entered the main hall. The hall was silent, with a golden Buddha statue standing in the center.

In the corner, a young monk, head bowed, drifted off to sleep beside a flickering red candle.

He should have been the young monk on night duty here, but the boy couldn't resist the fatigue and fell asleep long ago.

Lin Jiang stared at the giant Buddha before him, and the art of observation appeared in his eyes:
In just a moment, Lin Jiang saw the Buddha statue emitting golden energy. There was nothing unusual about it at the moment; on the contrary, it seemed to be accumulating profound incense merit.

At first glance, the Buddha appeared kind and benevolent, seemingly protecting the people of the region.

Lin Jiang frowned, his sharp gaze piercing the edge of the golden aura.

Suddenly, he noticed that there were a few wisps of dust mixed in with the golden light, which were extremely difficult to distinguish.

Those were wisps of murky black energy.

Black Qi is evil Qi, mostly pent-up resentment, and only the corpse of the deceased can dissipate this Qi.

Previously, the black energy was completely suppressed by the golden light, which is why Lin Jiang was unable to distinguish it.

“The source of the dark energy is likely inside the golden Buddha,” Yu Wenyun said. “Young master, shall we break this Buddha open directly?”

"Wait a minute."

The Buddha's physical form is ultimately a treasure of merit. It would not be difficult for the two of them to break the golden Buddha with brute force, but it would be inappropriate to actually damage such a treasure.

Lin Jiang walked straight to the Buddha statue and placed his hand on the lotus seat.

The damp energy within his body surged toward the golden Buddha, and a thin mist quietly enveloped the palace.

The little monk, who was fast asleep, unconsciously shivered and was about to open his eyes when Yu Wenyun appeared silently behind him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.

The young monk immediately fell into a deep sleep again, this time even lying on his side on the floor, casually pulling out the futon that was originally under him and using it as a pillow.

I drifted off to sleep.

Lin Jiang's damp Qi spread rapidly, instantly enveloping every corner of the golden Buddha statue, and the image of the golden Buddha was slowly outlined in Lin Jiang's mind.

Before long, he noticed a small crack in a hidden place beneath the golden Buddha lotus platform.

As consciousness delves deeper, the dark ocean of thought suddenly touches something, quietly rippling out in circles of subtle waves.

Lin Jiang's thoughts drifted for a moment, and the surrounding fog suddenly thickened in the blink of an eye.

Yu Wenyun felt a little surprised and looked to the side, only to find that Lin Jiang and the golden Buddha had merged into the mist.

He frowned slightly, and after concentrating his senses, he found that Lin Jiang's Qi was still normal in the mist. After a moment's thought, he did not step into it.

He did not yet know the specifics of Lin Jiang's method, but since no other unexpected events occurred, it proved that the method was still within a controllable range.

It is unwise to rashly interfere with someone else's methods.

Meanwhile, Lin Jiang's thoughts drifted into a strange, floating state.

It was as if I had suddenly fallen into the Boundary Sea, with nothing to hold onto in the surrounding space.

A moment later, the eerie feeling vanished, and Lin Jiang found that his vision seemed to be suspended in mid-air. Although he could move freely, his body seemed not to be there.

His gaze swept around and he discovered that it was an abandoned mountain temple, nestled on a mountain peak, clearly untouched for a long time.

The place was overgrown with withered branches and rotten grass, and the walls beside the mountain temple were pitted and riddled with holes. A small Buddha statue stood in the center, its face worn and damaged by years of wind and rain.

Lin Jiang stared at the Buddha statue for a moment and immediately recognized it as the same golden Buddha he had seen at Mingde Temple.

But now that once magnificent golden Buddha statue is dilapidated and no longer looks beautiful.

Have I wandered back to the past?
Lin Jiang tried to get closer to the golden Buddha, but this time, he didn't feel any sensation of touching it.

A sense of understanding began to emerge in my mind.

This time, I'm probably just witnessing it all from an outsider's perspective.

Just as he was pondering this, he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from outside the temple.

Turning my head, I saw a disheveled little bald man walk in from outside the door.

The way he looked...

He looks exactly like the abbot of Mingde Temple when he was young.

(End of this chapter)