Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 347 He is not dead?
The carriage set off again, heading straight towards Baishan Town.

Inside the carriage, Wen Xiangyi did not take out the incense she had requested from Mingde Temple.

Although she was not personally involved in what happened last night, she knew a little about it.

Upon learning that the abbot of Mingde Temple was such a thief, she naturally abandoned the idea of ​​using the temple's incense offerings.

This incense was prepared for my son and daughter-in-law. Even if it wasn't the best, it absolutely had to be free from any impurities.

The commotion and noise of last night kept the elderly couple tossing and turning, so they are catching up on sleep in their upstairs room during the day and haven't come down.

Lin Jiang held a comic book open in his arms, and Xiao Shancanze sat on his lap, his small body completely absorbed in the pages, treating him like a living bookshelf.

But seeing the bright red beads clustered around the green petals on her head, swaying gently with joy, Lin Jiang was completely oblivious to the slightest impropriety.

In the center of the carriage, Jiang Jinyue stretched her back and loosened her muscles a few times, then casually chatted with Lin Jiang:
"It's quite a coincidence. If we hadn't gone to Mingde Temple together, we might have escaped a monk named Dianxing whose mind had already been corrupted."

"In all things, opportunities often lie hidden."

Lin Jiang casually remarked, seemingly unconcerned.

With so many cultivators in Daxing, and so many strange and unusual methods and practices among the stars, it's not surprising that some karmic connections and causes would arise.

"Perhaps it really is that golden Buddha manifesting itself, unable to tolerate the abbot's depravity to such a state, which is why it summoned us here." Yu Wenyun, who was driving the carriage, laughed loudly and turned his head to the carriage.

"……maybe."

Lin Jiang muttered something under his breath.

He didn't really believe that there were still high-level cultivators who transcended the mortal realm in this area.

A desolate city in ruins at the ends of the earth; a dilapidated palace hanging outside an ancient coffin. If such a powerful being truly existed, who would remain unseen when calamities raged on earth, yet reveal himself for such a trivial matter, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?

But recalling everything he had seen with his own eyes, Lin Jiang felt that perhaps there really was a mysterious and unseen force that had pushed them into Mingde Temple.

After leaving the mountain temple, the group didn't continue discussing the matter, except for Jiang Jinyue, who asked Lin Jiang one more question:
"Lin Jiang, what kind of place is your hometown, Baishan Town?"

"Baishan?"

Lin Jiang thought for a moment and said:
……

Baishan is not a particularly special place.

In the past, Baishan County was built as an outpost to guard against the invasion of western bandits. The Daxing Kingdom invested a considerable amount of money in it, but due to the rugged terrain and lack of water, it ultimately failed to form a large-scale outpost.

As the western war situation changed and the focus shifted from the northwest to the southwest, the General's Mansion was successfully completed, and Baishan lost its strategic value.

However, the wealth invested still attracted some people to settle here. People didn't ask for anything else, just a place to live was enough, so they took root here and solved the water problem by digging wells, gradually becoming an unknown little town.

For example, Magistrate Zhu was not stripped of his official position by Zhao Liulang because of the red spots on his face, but he was eventually sent back to his hometown in Baishan. This is clear evidence that he was not valued.

If one were to truly seek out what makes this place extraordinary, one might only say that it is bordered by Mingde Temple to the north, Baishan Sect to the west, and Chuifeng Port to the east. These three renowned martial arts sects surround the county town, making it a place that many martial arts practitioners yearn for.

Lin Jiang put down his teacup and pointed to the inn where they were:
"For example, this Anle Inn where we are right now has been the site of many interesting and wonderful stories. Not long ago, many notorious bandits and righteous heroes clashed here, and many famous thieves were also captured here."

The little ginseng, disguised as a girl, was gripping chopsticks like daggers in her hands, rummaging through the rice in the bowl, even getting some on her face.

Upon hearing this, her eyes widened:

"Is this place really that magical?"

"magic."

"Then why didn't you tell me beforehand! Why didn't you bring me with you!"

Little Ginseng glared at him reproachfully.

"There were indeed too many changes in the city at that time," Lin Jiang replied.

Xiao Shancan blushed as he recalled the recent deaths of Lin Jiang's parents, and lowered his head shyly, whispering:

"sorry……"

"What's there to apologize for?" Lin Jiang chuckled.

Upon hearing the inn's history, the others at the table couldn't help but look around.

The group of people were quite skilled, and they immediately noticed the knife marks and holes in various corners of the room, covered in dust.

He does look like he's played a few matches.

After returning to Baishan County, it was lunchtime, so instead of going back to the Lin family's old house, they simply had a quick meal here.

The main problem is that even if the county town isn't big, by the time they get back to the house and have Engineer Gu start cooking, they probably won't be able to eat lunch. The rest of them are fine, but their grandmother doesn't have much spiritual power, so she definitely needs to eat three meals a day.

A waiter serving dishes to another table in the hall overheard the discussion and couldn't help but sigh softly.
"You all find it amusing, but our shopkeeper has been worrying himself sick over it. When these江湖客 (jianghu ke) start fighting, they often smash countless tables and chairs. If they encounter a powerful family or sect, they can at least pay some compensation; but if they encounter someone who is short of money, they usually smash things and run away. It's tough."

"Your restaurant is practically becoming a legendary holy site in the martial arts world. Some people even travel thousands of miles to have a meal here and stay overnight just to see if they can run into a great hero from the martial arts world." Lin Jiang shook his head helplessly: "It's definitely more than just a few tables and chairs."

The waiter didn't continue the conversation, but instead looked at Lin Jiang and the elderly couple beside him:
"You've come back to visit your relatives, haven't you?"

"Yes."

"Sigh, Brother Lin helped our restaurant a lot before. When some people got into trouble or were injured, they all went to Brother Lin for help. I never thought that God would not favor bad people and let Brother Lin and his wife pass away first."

The waiter sighed softly. Baishan wasn't that big, and Lin Jiang had indeed been a big fan of chivalrous heroes since childhood, occasionally heading towards the inn, so the two families were fairly familiar with each other.

When something happened to Lin Jiang, most of the people in the town knew about it. Later, rumors circulated in the town for a long time, such as Lin Jiang coming back to life or being burned to death. After half a year, most of these things turned into strange tales in the alleys.

Now that Lin Jiang has returned, the waiter naturally recognized him at a glance. He didn't ask about the rumors, since he saw that the person was still alive, and the rumors that circulated that night must have been just that—rumors.

After saying this, the waiter took a jar of wine from the cart next to him and placed it on the table.

"We didn't order that."

"It was the innkeeper who asked me to deliver this to you all," the waiter said with a smile. "I haven't been able to go up the mountain to pay my respects to Brother Lin, and I feel guilty about it, so I simply brought out this jar of aged yellow wine. I hope you can offer a toast to Brother Lin on behalf of our inn."

Lin Jiang bowed to express his gratitude and left the pot of wine by his side.

Their family was very popular in the Baishan area, and most people were happy to get to know them better.

The waiter turned and left, and the group continued their meal, except for Lin Shengfeng, who sat at the table with a blank expression.
"Who are you talking about?"

Wen Xiangyi reached out and gently grasped Lin Shengfeng's hand:
"We are talking about...our children."

"child?"

"Yes."

"how is it like?"

Wen Xiangyi was at a loss for words to summarize the child's past life. She could only tremble slightly and finally sigh and whisper, "He is a very good child."

Lin Shengfeng clearly failed to understand; her face showed melancholy and sorrow, mixed with a bit of bewilderment, indicating that this matter was quite difficult for her to process.

"Young master, there are a few officials watching us over there."

Yu Wenyun pointed to the table next to him with his chopsticks. Lin Jiang glanced over and saw several officials staring at him in shock.

He waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned.

"When I escaped through Baishan, I used some tricks to deceive people. Now, those who see me might indeed be frightened."

Yu Wenyun was clearly not clear about what Lin Jiang meant by the escape method, but seeing that Lin Jiang did not explain, he naturally did not say anything more.

They simply continued eating. After lunch, the group left the inn on their own.

Once they were out of sight, the minor officials who had been keeping a close eye on Lin Jiang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then they quickly huddled together and whispered:
"Do you think this young master Lin is a human or a ghost? That day I watched him run out of town engulfed in flames, and I had nightmares about it for several nights in a row."

"Of course it's his man! I vaguely heard him mention some escape method just now. Surely no one would actually kill themselves just to escape?"

"So what should we do now? Since he's alive, he's most likely the murderer of Magistrate Zhu. Shall we rush up and catch him?"

The leader of these minor officials, watching the group's departing figures, shook his head and said:
"No way! I won't do this. Who knows how capable he is? Why take such a risk? We should go directly to the registrar and ask him for his decision."

The suggestion was agreed upon by everyone, and the minor officials lost their appetite and hastily ate a few bites before leaving in a hurry, heading towards the county government office.

Before long, they returned to the Baishan County government office and quickly found the registrar.

"What's the matter?"

At that moment, the registrar was sitting upright in his chair, leisurely sipping his tea, glancing sideways at the junior official who had just entered.

Regardless of his official rank, he always maintained a very high level of pomp and circumstance.

Although this man now calls himself a registrar, his actions are no different from those of the magistrate of Baishan County.

After all, although he had reported the problems in Baishan County, the capital city paid no attention to such a small place. As a result, he was only ordered to temporarily serve as the county magistrate to handle official business, with no intention of sending someone to take over.

"Registrar, we just ran into that young master of the Lin family outside!"

The head clerk hurriedly reported. The registrar didn't react immediately, only frowning and asking:

"Who?"

"Lin Jiang, the one who was burned earlier."

Only then did a flicker of horror cross the registrar's face:
"Hiss? Wasn't this person dead?"

"Registrar, what should we do now?" the clerk asked anxiously.

The registrar remained silent for a long time after hearing this.

Several months ago, a superior did indeed approach him, instructing him to keep a close eye on the Lin family mansion, and then either stall him or deal with this person himself.

The registrar was unwilling to get involved in such troublesome matters, especially since the important figure supposedly from the capital had not contacted him for a long time.

Even his attempts to contact him repeatedly went unanswered.

The registrar guessed that something must have happened in the capital, but unfortunately, Baishan was in a remote area and had not heard a word of it.

After thinking it over, the registrar slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair:
"Come, let's go take a look."

This is also an opportunity; we might be able to glean some useful information!
(End of this chapter)