Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 78 Hurry up and invite the immortal!
The wind is strong and the clouds are plentiful tonight.

After the sun sets, only the moon can provide some light, but when the clouds gather and the wind blows, the light becomes unstable and flickers intermittently.

A dilapidated temple leans precariously on the ridge, with pine torches crackling in the bronze braziers at its four corners, enough to keep the night burning.

The charcoal fire was plentiful.

There were quite a few people inside the dilapidated temple. There were two guards at the entrance, and three or five people sat around practicing their martial arts in the open space. Inside the temple, there was a large table with half a carcass of roe deer sizzling with oil, and seven or eight burly men were tearing pieces of meat off a wine jar.

They were sentries at the nearby village head, responsible for keeping watch on these roads.

This is considered the only way to Changyun. Some familiar merchants take this route specifically to avoid the cost of water transport. They even prepare their business licenses in advance. Once they arrive, they only need to show their licenses and offer special gifts of silver or food, and their mission is considered complete.

Any unfamiliar face that dares to trespass will have a dried-up head on the treetop the next day.

Whether it works or not, it's certainly intimidating.

The two bandits guarding the gate couldn't drink, so they leaned against the doorframe and chatted idly.

"Have you heard? The red bench has gone missing."

"I've heard about it, and it's not just the red bench that's gone; several of our sentry posts have disappeared as well."

"Who's come into this woods? Is there some hot-headed young swordsman in disguise?"

"If you can kill the red bench, you can't be considered a hothead. Sigh, it always feels eerie."

The two rubbed their arms as they talked.

The temple is always damp, which can make people feel cold.

Suddenly, they heard a rustling sound coming from a haystack not far away. Instinctively, the two of them drew their knives and pointed them at the haystack.

He drew his weapon directly from his waist and aimed it at the haystack:

"who!"

They all shouted out in a fierce tone.

Then the two men watched as a tiny figure emerged from the haystack.

A small ginseng tree emerged, carrying a large iron hammer on its shoulder. It looked up at the two people at the door.

Then he swung the hammer at the two men:
"Leave the money to buy the way!"

The two bandits: "?"

"No, no! Would you shout a chant demanding tolls for passage?"

Little Ginseng realized he had misspoke, shook his head twice, and asked again.

The two bandits were completely dumbfounded.

Where did this little thing come from?
"Damn it, you mountain monster! Take this!"

One of them was already panicked, and when he saw the little thing come out, he became even more desperate and swung his knife at the little ginseng's head.

The little ginseng also widened its eyes:
"They didn't even call out the numbers, how unprofessional!"

She swung the hammer and smashed it down on the bandit with great force.

The hammer struck first, before the knife, and with a loud thud, hit the calf.

The bandit's calf visibly bent inward, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, clutching his leg and screaming in pain.

The other bandit was terrified and turned to run away, but Lin Jiang grabbed his head and snapped his neck with a single twist.

Lin Jiang clapped his hands:

"The people at this post aren't very professional; they should clean it up quickly."

One person and one ginseng entered the sentry post, and emerged in the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

There was no one inside.

The last two children's homes were a bit far, requiring them to cross a checkpoint. After the children returned home, Lin Jiang simply brought Xiao Shanshen over and took over the rest of the place as well.

Now that the children have all been sent home, Lin Jiang has dealt with many of the bandits.

There are about twenty people in total.

What would have been a devastating blow to an ordinary bandit stronghold was merely a minor scratch here.

"The people are too scattered," Lin Jiang sighed.

It's simply impossible to catch them all at once.

"I've taken down so many of them, why don't they come looking for me?" Lin Jiang muttered. Little Ginseng thought for a moment, "Maybe they're scared out of their wits?"

"Shouldn't everyone be willing to risk their lives and be sent up one after another under normal circumstances?"

"Would this normally happen?" Little Ginseng exclaimed in surprise, "It's not written like this in the comic books!"

Lin Jiang hesitated for a moment:
"You're just making up pictures. Unprofessional."

……

Between Jianzhou and Yuxiang lies a large mountain range. Heading west leads to Baishan, while heading east leads to the sea.

These mountains are generally not high, but they create a complex landscape with dense forests that obscure the view, and where there are occasional expansive plains, villages and towns are built.

This area was originally quite prosperous. During the previous dynasty, Buddhism flourished, and most Buddhist temples were located here. Later, due to national strife and chaos, countless people died, and this area became the site of confrontation between two famous powers.

Even with the Buddhist temples closed, they could not escape the continuous disasters and famines. People died one after another, and people fled one after another, eventually forming such a large wasteland.

Over time, those abandoned mountain temples were occupied by bandits. Larger bandits gathered there and formed strongholds, while smaller bandits gathered there and formed outposts.

The largest village in the entire area is Pingshan Village, which is almost like a small town. The outermost part of the village is a high wall made of wood, and there are guards with big knives patrolling and guarding the entrance every day. Inside, some people farm, some herd livestock, and many more eat and drink, fattening up their bodies, and then go to the training ground to practice their skills.

There are quite a few women in these villages. Those who are of average appearance make a living there, while the beautiful ones are selected from the surrounding villages. Some are captured, while others come voluntarily, all for the sake of eating well and wearing warm clothes.

This way of life had been going on for so long that most of the bandits had even gotten used to it.

However, in the last two days, more than a dozen urgent reports have been sent to Pingtou Manor one after another, giving the manor owner a headache.

"You mean, our sentry post has been breached again?"

The chieftain was a man nearing fifty. He dressed more like a merchant than a bandit, wearing a fine fabric that made him look quite wealthy.

"Yes, when the brothers got there, there was no one left in the sentry post, only bloodstains on the ground, and even the gold and silver inside had been taken away!"

The subordinate in charge of scouting knelt on one knee on the ground.

The chieftain's face contorted in pain.

It hurts a little.

He didn't feel sorry for the dead thieves; he felt sorry for the lost gold and silver!

If enough gold and silver are piled up, they can be transported to Changyun Town by cart. Merchants in Changyun Town will naturally take these goods out and exchange them for good food and drink, and beautiful women.

After hearing his subordinate's report, a rough-looking man in the village became displeased:
"Boss! This guy's clearly trying to cause trouble! I'm going to chop him into eight pieces!"

"Do you even know who killed him? Why did you stab him?"

"Who cares who he is!" the rough man declared confidently. "I'll just squat down at the south outpost, and I'll skin the rats alive even if they crawl into a crack in the ground!"

The chieftain ignored the rough, dim-witted man and continued to ask his subordinates:

"Have you found out who it is?"

The subordinate didn't speak, but simply took a pebble out of his pocket.

It was covered in blood, as if it had been pulled out of a pile of corpses.

The subordinate explained:
“There was a brother at the outpost who had learned the art of boiling stones. He wasn’t very skilled, and the stones he boiled could only survive for two breaths. Although he died, the stones remained.”

When you throw a pebble onto the ground, you hear two loud thuds, and a puff of mist immediately squeezing out from the top of the pebble.

In the hazy mist, a man could be seen throwing heavy punches at the surrounding bandits. His fists were so powerful that a single blow would kill, a mere touch would be fatal, and even a close contact would result in a severed skin.

That's quite an achievement!
Unfortunately, the fog was too thick to see his face clearly, but I could tell he was a young man.

Upon seeing this, the burly man who had been shouting and planning to go out and kill people shut his mouth.

"Knife, I'll give you a chance. Go and kill this man."

The burly man's stubble was almost touching his eyebrows.

He forced out two sentences from his throat:
"Brother, you know me. I respect heroes the most. This man is obviously a hero. He has a strong fist and strong legs. If I fight a hero, I can only use 10% of my strength."

The chieftain snorted coldly and gave the order:
"Evacuate everyone from the sentry post first. Have you found out where the madman who committed the murder is going?"

"Based on the order in which the sentry posts were destroyed, the destination should be Changyun."

"Changyun... he really is going to Changyun. If he goes to Changyun, we might actually have some ideas."

The chieftain slammed his fist on the table and made a decision:

"Prepare a swift horse, go to Changyun, and invite the great immortal!"

(End of this chapter)