Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 67 He Can Always Be Found

The book basket was full and heavy, and it felt substantial in my hand.

Lin Jiang took out the items one by one and laid them out on the bed.

He first used his observation skills to look at them once, making sure that there was no black or red evil energy above them, before he began to examine them one by one.

First, there were some small pieces of gold and silver, not too much: about three taels of broken silver, two strings of copper coins, and a small piece of gold, about one tael.

These items should be convenient to carry when traveling.

Secondly, there were bottles and jars, each labeled. A quick glance revealed that some contained lesions, while others contained medications.

The medications are made specifically for each type of illness; there are specific medications for treating febrile diseases and specific medications for treating wind-cold diseases.

I held the bottle in my hand and checked it. I found that the wax seal was very good, so there was no need to worry about leakage.

Since medicine and disease are integrated, even the thief who released the plague probably wouldn't be lacking in medical skills.

Unfortunately, some people went astray.

Lin Jiang carefully placed the bottles containing the illnesses, planning to clean them out during the day tomorrow. Afterward, he continued to search through the book basket to see what else was inside.

Turning to the last page, there were several smaller books below.

Upon taking it out, I discovered two books containing poems from the Book of Songs: one titled "The Elegant Record of Incense Offering" and the other "The Little Lady's Song of Dancing."

There is also a book called "Qi Sixing's Medicine and Disease Treatment Techniques".

There's not much to say about the Book of Songs; it's full of pretentious and pedantic writing. The quality of the poems and lyrics varies greatly. Some of the good ones can be compared to those created by the literary giants of Lin Jiang's previous life, while others are just rambling doggerel.

I had only turned two pages of "The Elegant Tale of Incense" and "The Little Lady's Song" when I felt I couldn't turn any further.

The word choice and sentence structure are quite sophisticated, as are the scenes, which include things like side rooms, backyards, and swings. The actors are also exquisitely portrayed, including men and women, women and men, women and men, and men and women...

Carrying these books with him, this pageboy isn't as serious as he looks.

As for the last book, "The Four Families of Qi's Medicine and Disease Treatment Techniques," it's quite thin.

The text is beautiful, and the whole booklet looks brand new; it must have been copied.

When I opened it, I found that it only contained a few copied pages, and the content was not comprehensive.

The main story is about the three little treasures and poppies.

According to the book, the Three Little Treasures Poppy is an extremely rare medicinal herb, and it is contaminated with a special disease that causes redness to appear on the forehead of those infected.

In reality, the so-called disease is actually a reproductive method of the Three Little Treasures poppy, a special kind of hay fever.

Besides affecting creatures with flesh and blood, objects with spiritual energy will also be taken root by the Three Little Treasures Poppy and eventually devoured.

The so-called Three Treasures refer to the three treasures of "blood, flesh, and spirit".

Lin Jiang continued to turn the page and found the medicinal techniques of the Three Little Treasures' poppy on the second half of the "Medicine and Disease Techniques" page.

If the pollen of the Three Little Treasures Poppy can be properly processed, and prepared using special methods, at least three kinds of elixirs can be produced.

Skin torn and flesh ripped apart can grow new flesh; insufficient internal blood can be replenished; and damaged spirit can be restored.

It is a rare treasure.

According to this book, there is only one treatment for the illnesses caused by poppies.

They either have to rely on their physical strength to tough it out—people aged 12 to 50 can usually survive a serious illness—or they have to drink special nectar collected by bees.

Therefore, my grandfather was able to concoct a medicine using ordinary herbs...

hiss.

That old man is amazing!

Lin Jiang closed the book and frowned slightly.

This poppy was most likely cultivated by the Star Pointer.

Those who point to the stars are the source of the problem in spiritual practice, and they certainly have more than one method at their disposal.

I just don't know where this person is.

as well as……

If this person grows other flowers and plants, can they eat them?

……

In the dense forest, the female Taoist priest and the young scholar drank their last cup of wine.

After setting down her wine glass, the woman waved her hand:

"I'm not drinking anymore. Where are you going next?" "To see a young lady." The scholar sighed, "She borrowed a page from me, saying she would return him after using him. But my page became obsessed with her and refused to light my lamp. He ran off to be her servant and ended up dying."

"Are you here to confront me and demand an explanation?"

"Those are my closest relatives and friends!" the scholar exclaimed, his eyes widening. "You have to pay more!"

"We definitely need to pay extra for close relatives and friends, otherwise it would be too painful!" Kun Dao wholeheartedly agreed.

"Are you coming along?" the scholar asked.

"I have to go now."

"So urgent."

"No, my senior brother is heading north and he's fighting one of my hidden henchmen. I have to go check it out."

"Then be careful."

“I’ll return that to you.” Kun Dao stood up: “Take it easy. If you go looking for trouble, you might get killed.”

With a flick of his sleeve, he vanished.

It seems they have been gone for quite some time.

Only the scholar remained.

He tidied up the cups and glasses, then got up and walked deeper into the woods.

After walking for a while, passing through the woods, a plain suddenly appeared before us, bathed in the bright, clear moonlight.

The scholar looked up and saw a small house standing in the wilderness, surrounded by blooming flowers.

Even under the full moon, the surrounding flowers are still eye-catching, with thousands of exotic flowers spread out like a tapestry, stretching far into the distance.

Only a narrow path winds through it, leading directly to the still-burning light inside the house.
These flowers are beautiful, but the scholar has no intention of touching them.

Some are medicines, some are illnesses. He can't tell the difference, and if he touches the wrong one, he'll be riddled with illnesses.

The methods used by the former Qi state were the same.

After admiring the flowers for a while, the scholar suddenly heard faint sobbing coming from a house in the distance.

Looking to the side, I saw a woman squatting down and crying by the doorway, a flower basket slung across her shoulder.

She was beautiful, with a gentle face and unusually red lips. At this moment, she seemed not to notice the scholar, but was only staring at the flowers in the garden.

Upon seeing the woman, the scholar strode forward.

"Miss Jiang."

Hearing the voices of others startled Miss Jiang. She instinctively stumbled to the side and sat down on the ground, the flowers in her hand almost scattering.

"Ah...it's you...what brings you here all of a sudden? Um...would you like some tea?"

After seeing the person's appearance clearly, Ms. Jiang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But she still stammered as she spoke, her head hanging low, not daring to look at the scholar at all.

The scholar didn't dare touch the girl, but instead squatted down and said with a smile:
“Miss Jiang, the page I borrowed from you is dead. He has been with me since he was a child, helping me light the lamp and keeping me company while I read. I was very close to him. Now that he is dead, we can’t even find his body. I can’t describe how sad I am.”

At this point, the scholar burst into tears. He wiped them away with his fingers, but the tears continued to flow.

Upon hearing the scholar's words, Miss Jiang's eyes dimmed, and she began to shed tears.

“I also lost something valuable. I spent a lot of effort raising a poppy. It was so beautiful. Your servant said he wanted to lend it out so he could make a great contribution, so I lent it out. Every night I could chat with it and listen to it talk about the scenery outside. But it's gone. A bad person ate it all up. I put so much effort into getting it.”

The two of them sat facing each other and cried, their crying growing louder and louder.

The woman's tears fell to the ground, and after disappearing into the soil, tender shoots instantly sprouted and climbed up from beneath the soil.

A flower bud has sprouted.

"It seems that my page and your flowers were both eliminated by Old Zhao."

"But then again, it doesn't seem so. Mr. Zhao doesn't have the habit of eating flowers."

"There might be others there."

"Who killed my page? His hands are stained with blood."

"Whoever eats my flowers will have a lingering fragrance on their lips."

"We'll always find him."

(End of this chapter)