Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 348 Opportunity favors the prepared mind.

The group first returned to the Lin family's pharmacy. When they arrived, they saw that the pharmacy was wide open and several patients were getting their medicine at the door. Inside the shop stood a middle-aged doctor with a long goatee. Although he was not very old, he looked quite capable.

He was extremely skilled at his work and diagnosed the patient's illness with little effort, then prescribed medicine accordingly.

After the patient left, the doctor caught sight of Lin Jiang and his group, and a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face. He then walked over quickly and was in front of them in the blink of an eye.

He bowed respectfully to the fragrant aroma.
"Madam, I didn't expect you to come here so suddenly."

After speaking, he looked at Lin Jiang with a hint of surprise:

"This must be Young Master Lin, right?"

"Hello." Lin Jiang didn't recognize the middle-aged man, but still greeted him politely.

Wen Xiangyi continued:

"This is the doctor I recruited in Cangsong. He is quite skilled. Later, when our courtyard became empty, I thought that your grandfather's hard work should not be wasted, so I simply asked him to come and help take care of it."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged doctor waved his hands repeatedly, a helpless, bitter smile appearing on his face:

"I am not very talented. When I was young, I learned the skills of medicine at a medical school, but I was kicked out because of my poor performance. Fortunately, my wife appreciated me, otherwise I would probably have starved to death on the streets long ago."

Lin Jiang had long heard of the medical clinic mentioned by the physician. It was a renowned medical practice in Daxing, which later expanded and became a training ground for physicians. It was said that physicians who graduated from the clinic were all exceptionally skilled, and many imperial physicians in the capital even came from there. In addition to prescribing medicine, they also specialized in the art of cultivating vital energy.

Grandma actually hired such a person to run the clinic.

The doctor welcomed them in, and the group followed him into the house.

Besides the doctor, there were several apprentice-like boys tidying up the house.

The apprentices were curious to see a large group of people following behind their master.

The doctor then proceeded to introduce Lin Jiang and his group to the apprentices, leaving the children completely bewildered.

Most of these children are locals from Baishan County. They are sent by their parents to learn a trade, and in the future they may open a small shop or become a barefoot doctor traveling around.

Lin Jiang looked around the courtyard.

The place has a completely new atmosphere, and it is quite different from the scene I remember.

The room where Zeng Linjiang lived was given to his apprentices to live in together, while the room where Linjiang's parents lived was given to the doctor.

There are subtle changes as well.

One or two discordant details are fine, but when they accumulate, they constantly remind Lin Jiang:

This place is no longer the same house from the original owner's memories.

After transmigrating, Lin Jiang's memories had become one with the original owner's, so seeing this scene inevitably made him feel melancholy.

But for Lin Jiang, it was merely a feeling of melancholy; he didn't see anything wrong with the matter.

After all, this doctor is essentially helping to look after the house, so it wouldn't be good if he didn't allow any changes to the rooms.

The doctor originally intended to have a few people stay for lunch, but they had no intention of lingering. After settling the bill for the offerings, they prepared to leave.

The group had finished packing and were about to set off when they suddenly saw a group of yamen runners approaching from the gate.

Upon closer inspection, the visitor turned out to be the registrar of Baishan County.

Seeing the other party arrive with their men, Lin Jiang's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Lin Jiang had seen this man several times when he was young. He often did errands for Magistrate Zhu, and even personally went to collect taxes.

At that time, the Lin family shop was considered a major business in the county, so they naturally had frequent dealings with him.

"Mr. Lin!"

As soon as the registrar arrived at the door, his eyes locked onto Lin Shengfeng, and he immediately showed a warm smile, walking quickly over in two or three steps.

Lin Shengfeng was startled by the newcomer and instinctively stepped back to avoid him.

Wen Xiangyi protected her in front:
"Sir, are you the registrar of Baishan County? My old man still suffers from hysteria, but he can move his hands and feet a little. Please do not disturb him."

The registrar immediately stopped and slapped himself twice on the thigh:

"When I saw that Grandpa Lin looked radiant, I thought he had recovered from his injuries, and I couldn't contain my joy and wanted to reunite with him. Now that I see it, I was too hasty."

The registrar's words were impeccable. Although they sounded somewhat insincere, one cannot hit a smiling face. Although Lin Jiang and his group could tell that the registrar must have something amiss, they did not send him away because of his gentle manner.

"I wonder why you came to see my old man without prior notice? Is there something important you need?" Lin Jiang stepped forward, blocking Wen Xiangyi's way, and asked the registrar.

The registrar subconsciously glanced at the people behind Lin Jiang.

In his eyes, Wen Xiangyi and Lin Shengfeng were insignificant. The registrar knew their background well and that they ran a considerable business in Cangsong, but compared to the important figures in the capital...

Not worth mentioning.

The people beside Lin Jiang seemed unremarkable. The young woman looked like a rough martial artist, and the man with the strange smile on his face, though odd, was at most just a wandering swordsman.

As for the woman dressed in coarse linen clothes and behaving awkwardly, the registrar didn't think she could be anything special.

It appears that he has no high-ranking officials by his side at present.

After glancing at it, his eyes darting around, the registrar slowly spoke:

"That's right. After Mr. Li left, the clinic still had an old debt that hadn't been settled."

"What account?"

"Before Magistrate Zhu passed away, he had the old man treat the scars on his face and left the old man a debt receipt. Our magistrate's office never defaults on money, and today one of our men saw the old man arrive in Baishan, so we plan to repay this debt."

As he spoke, the registrar took out two taels of silver from his pocket and handed it to Wen Xiangyi.

Wen Xiangyi gently took it, her delicate brows furrowing slightly as she stared intently at the registrar:

"You came all this way for such a trivial matter?"

"This is no small matter."

The registrar, with a serious expression, said confidently:
"Debts should naturally be repaid."

“What you said makes sense.” Wen Xiangyi paused. “Is there anything else?”

"That's all. If you have some free time, feel free to visit me at my residence. I will certainly treat you to a good meal then."

After saying this, the registrar quickly left with his men. Watching them disappear into the distance, Lin Jiang glanced at their retreating figures.
"This person is definitely hiding something."

They could have paid back the money long ago. They have staff at the shop now, so why drag it out until now?

Moreover, even if he really wanted to return the silver to Lin Shengfeng in person, wouldn't it be enough to send a subordinate to do it?
"It might be a spy for those fugitive officials. I'll send a message towards the capital and tell them to deal with this person."

Yu Wenyun said decisively.

Lin Jiang nodded slightly.

Let the capital deal with this fellow.

……

After returning to the county magistrate's office, the registrar immediately dismissed the few followers who had been with him.

He did not let his henchmen do the work today because those men were not only mediocre in skill but also had poor eyesight. If he did not supervise them personally, they might cause trouble or even slack off and embezzle his two taels of silver.

Lacking trusted subordinates, the chief clerk had no choice but to handle everything personally.

He immediately rummaged through drawers and cabinets and took out a small booklet.

This was a treasure bestowed upon me by an important official in the capital, who said it could be used to send messages in a timely manner.

There seemed to be some changes in the capital recently, and there has been no news from the other side of the booklet.

Now that Lin Jiang has returned to Baishan, although he has no intention of confronting them head-on, he plans to pass on this message.

Regardless of its value, if it proves useful, one can share in the profits; the benefits bestowed by the capital are far greater than those of a small county town.

Even if the booklet is indeed invalid, today's loss is only two taels of silver.

After a moment's thought, he decided to write down and conceal half of what had happened that day, so that he could continue to make contact with the other party.

After the writing was completed, the booklet remained untouched for a long time, and the registrar's heart sank.

It appears that communication has indeed been lost.

He sighed and was about to close the book.

At that very moment, the book suddenly trembled slightly, and a line of ink characters appeared out of thin air:
"Explain in detail, and you will be rewarded."

Upon seeing these four characters, the registrar's mind immediately became active.

He picked up his pen, chuckled, and began to write quickly.

Sure enough, I hadn't gone astray.

Opportunity always favors the prepared mind!

……

The Western Frontier Dust Kingdom is a rather large dynasty on the entire continent. It is not located by the sea, and most of its resources depend on a large river that runs through the country and the vast lakes that converge in the center of the river.

In terms of overall strength, Chen Kingdom is far inferior to Daxing Kingdom, and is even far behind it; internally, it is not united and has been divided into different regions by warlords and princes.

However, the Dust Kingdom has a unique advantage: it is adjacent to the former capital, the Divine City.

The previous dynasty was incredibly powerful, and its heyday was far beyond what the current dynasty could compare to; even though the government collapsed, countless rare treasures were still left around the divine city.

Some of these treasures were legacies left behind by the city's most accomplished masters after their deaths, while others were remnants of the Star-Pointing War techniques. These treasures attracted fierce competition from visitors from the Dust Kingdom, and also fostered a new generation of tomb raiders in the Dust Kingdom under its unique customs.

Throughout the Western Frontier, the Dust Kingdom was also known as the Thief Kingdom, on par with the Old Bluecob Thief Kingdom.

In the Dust Kingdom, there was a prince surnamed Li who claimed to be a descendant of the former dynasty's royal family. His fiefdom was adjacent to the Divine City, where he built a magnificent city.

The city was named "Fushen," which embodies the grand ambition of rebuilding the divine city.

Within Fushen City, there stands a magnificent mansion, clearly a residence reserved for the wealthy.

In the center of the mansion, Zhou Shen lowered his head, closed one eye, and carefully examined the smooth tabletop, then gently ran his finger across it.

A layer of pale yellow sand remained on my fingertips.

"Sigh, everything here is great, except the sandstorm is too strong and it's too easy to get sand in your eyes."

Zhou Canshen sighed. Sitting opposite him was a young man, the one who had followed him when he left the capital.

The young man's expression remained unchanged; not even the corner of his mouth twitched.

Zhou Shenshen's lips trembled slightly, but he dared not say a word more.

The person in front of me is as normal as ever, almost unlike a normal human being.

Just then, a minor official suddenly trotted up from behind, carrying a booklet in his arms, and respectfully approached Zhou Canshen.

Seeing the minor official approach, Zhou Canshen breathed a sigh of relief.

He took the booklet from the other person's arms, glanced at it, and unconsciously frowned.

Lin Jiang actually led several people back to Baishan?

The waters in the capital were too murky; even Zhou Shenshen couldn't figure them out.

But he could genuinely sense that the man surnamed Lin was not as simple as he appeared.

Or perhaps it was a hidden move by Zhao Liulang.

After pondering for a moment, Zhou Canshen instructed the minor official:
"Send a few assassins to probe the area and make sure they bring back news."

The clerk looked troubled.

“Lord Zhou, this place is far from Daxing. By the time the assassins arrive at Baishan, they will probably have already left.”

"Inflexible!" Zhou Canshen rebuked. "Since you've already revealed your tracks, you must have left traces. Sending someone to Baishan to investigate the messenger would be a ready-made clue."

The minor official nodded repeatedly and turned to leave.

Zhou Canshen suddenly raised his hand to stop them:
"We also dealt with the messenger. We're far away in the Great Dust; keeping him around will only bring trouble."

The minor official bowed and wrote it down before hurriedly leaving.

(End of this chapter)