Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 14 Don't listen to the gossip in the woods
The ginseng plant returned shortly afterward.

"Is it done?"

"It's done."

Xiao Shanshen nodded: "The girl behind me jumped right into the yard. She was so happy."

"Well done." Lin Jiang squatted down and touched Xiao Shanshen's forehead.

Little Ginseng initially wanted to dodge, but when the hand actually landed, she felt quite comfortable and chuckled twice.

"Has this marked my first step towards becoming a great hero?"

Lin Jiang thought for a moment.

Shen Da truly deserved to die.

"Yes, Little Ginseng is a great hero."

The small ginseng was very beneficial.

It was getting late, and she was still sleepy. After saying goodbye, she went back to her room and lay there like a corpse.

"Taoist Master, do you think Miss Shen is like me?"

Lin Jiang couldn't help but ask.

She's also a zombie, and I'm also a zombie; I feel like there might be some connection between us.

Upon hearing this, Gong Xuan shook his head: "You are different. Miss Shen is a true corpse who has risen from the dead, driven by resentment. You..."

Gong Xuan still couldn't explain what was going on with Lin Jiang.

"If a person harbors a lot of resentment, can they rise from the dead? Are there many people who rise from the dead?"

Lin Jiang felt that the people who died at the beginning of the year probably harbored a lot of resentment. Some were killed by bandits in the mountains, some were beheaded by executioners at the execution ground, and some were plotted against and killed.

Who doesn't want to survive?

"It's not that easy." Gong Xuan shook his head: "If being murdered could really bring someone back to life, then there would be no one in the world who would harm others."

"If one wants to become such a vengeful corpse, the resentment must be accumulated day by day. Those who die suddenly and unjustly, those who are imprisoned, and those who die in accidents are probably more confused than resentful at the time, and will not rise from the dead."

"Even if someone truly died with resentment in their heart, they must first undergo the first seven days of mourning. If the funeral arrangements are handled properly and the funeral service is conducted skillfully, the deceased's resentment will naturally dissipate, allowing them to rest peacefully in the earth. They will not turn into a vengeful ghost to seek revenge."

"If a person dies in the wilderness and becomes a wandering ghost, he will get lost. A soul without a home cannot see the road and can only wander back and forth."

"Only if none of the above conditions are met will there be a certain probability that he will rise up again to seek revenge."

After listing all these possibilities, it's really quite difficult to make a zombie come back to life.

Now it seems that my resurrection was clearly more sophisticated.

……

The next morning, the head constable came knocking on the door.

Lin Jiang welcomed the constable into the room and poured him a cup of tea, which the constable drank in one gulp. After drinking the tea, he smacked his lips twice.

Lin Jiang asked, "Officer, what's the matter? Why are you here so early in the morning?"

"Don't even mention it!" The head constable slapped his thigh. "This morning, there was a murder at the Shen family's residence!"

"Ah!" Lin Jiang looked surprised.

"Young Master Shen is dead!"

"Ah!" Lin Jiang's face contorted with perfect terror: "Who killed him?"

"I don't know, all we can see at the scene is a pool of blood."

Lin Jiang blinked.

do not know?
After resolving her grievances, Miss Shen didn't get a proper burial; instead, she ran away?

"How badly did he die?"

The constable glanced at Lin Jiang.

Young Master Lin is quite easy to find out about.

"It's pretty bad. His neck was broken, and his genitals are mangled, like he was kicked." The constable instinctively pulled his leg back when he got to this point, as if he was in some kind of pain.

“That must have hurt a lot.” Lin Jiang nodded. “What kind of person is so cruel?”

"I don't know." The constable shook his head, then a look of horror appeared on his face: "Young Master Lin, do you think it could be that Miss Shen came back from the dead?"

"Then why did you have to kill his brother?"

“There might be some injustice,” the constable said. “As soon as we arrived at the Shen family, Old Master Shen sat on the ground and kept saying ‘This is fate.’ We feel we should ask him more questions.”

"We should ask." Lin Jiang nodded. "So why did you come to me?"

"Firstly, it's routine; I was just asking if you saw anything unusual last night. Secondly, I'm looking for someone here," the constable said. "Isn't there a Taoist priest staying at your house right now?"

"Looking for Gong Xuan?"

“Yes. There’s no magistrate in town right now, the family that’s holding the funeral is out on business, and the nearest temple is a bit far, so we can only go to that Taoist priest for now.”

Lin Jiang turned around and called out to Gong Xuan:
"Master Gongxuan! We've got a job to do!"

Gong Xuan emerged from the backyard, still somewhat bewildered. The constable then recounted the events to him, prompting Gong Xuan to exclaim repeatedly in surprise, "Alas! Alas! In broad daylight! I'll go and see for myself!"

The two of them just left.

Only Lin Jiang and Xiao Shanshen remained in the courtyard.

Lin Jiang went outside and saw that the constables brought by the head constable had not gone far and were patrolling nearby. They even chuckled when they saw Lin Jiang.

The head constable had instructed them beforehand to help keep watch.

Since Gong Xuan might not be back for a while, Lin Jiang thought about it and simply went back to his room and called out Xiao Shanshen.

Xiao Shanshen was puzzled as Lin Jiang led him into his sleeve:
"What's wrong? Is there something you need my help with, sir?"

"I need to go buy some things for the hero."

Upon hearing this, Xiaoshan Shen's eyebrows in the painting curved into a smile.

……

Baishan County is surrounded by Baishan Mountain, where trees spread and grow, forming dense forests.

There was a woodcutter in the village at the foot of the mountain who often came here to chop firewood. He would go up with an empty basket and come down fully loaded. The firewood on his back was enough to support his whole family.

He had been chopping wood for half the day and had carried half a basket of firewood on his back. Feeling a bit tired, he decided to rest at a place he often stopped to rest.

It was a large blue stone in the dense forest, with a flat top, as if it had been carved out bit by bit with a knife. The whole stone was like a table, lying peacefully in the mud.

Because it was so flat, it served as both a nice bed and a nice stool. Occasionally, woodcutters would come here, lie down on the bluestone, and bask in the sun for a while while their bodies warmed up before they went to chop other firewood.

However, just as he was humming a folk song and walked to the blue stone, he suddenly stopped.

He heard voices coming from ahead.

"...The Lin family boy...is alive..."

"...A third-level outer hall master died..."

"...The Taoist priest next to him must be from the inner sanctum..."

The voices, when listened to closely, were those of a man and a woman, muffled and indistinct, as if veiled by a layer of mist.

The words were very muffled and difficult to understand.

The woodcutter's heart skipped a beat.

Outer hall? Inner hall?
He remembered that when he went up the mountain, he had met a group of镖侠 (bodyguards/martial arts heroes). They explained to him that if a person wanted to cultivate, he had to ascend to heaven. An ordinary person could spend his whole life working hard and could climb from the first heaven to the third heaven, which was called the outer hall. In the martial arts world, that would make him a famous expert.

If one is exceptionally talented, or joins a prestigious sect, one may have the opportunity to climb from the third level to the sixth level. At this point, one is called an inner hall master, a rare and formidable figure in the world, a highly respected expert in the capital!
If you reach the sixth heaven, you need to add stars to go further.

Once you give it a star, things will get really exciting!
Top-tier immortals!
In any major sect, he would be worshipped as their patriarch.

And while listening to the conversation between the man and the woman, a triple heaven just disappeared?
He wasn't stupid; he knew perfectly well that he had overheard something he shouldn't have, so he immediately tried to run back for his life.

He was standing way too close. Just as he took a step back, his eyes involuntarily fell on the large blue stone where he had been lying for so long.

On top of a flat, large blue stone sat a clay pot about half a person's height, the kind used for brewing wine.

The voices of the man and woman just now came from inside this jar!
How could such a small jar possibly fit two people?

Suddenly a gust of wind stirred, and the sound inside the jar vanished completely.

The woodcutter could see it clearly.

The bottom of the jar is slightly tilted, and it has turned about halfway.

It was as if a living person had turned their head to look at the woodcutter behind them.

……

Birds took flight in the woods, startling leaves into falling one by one.

A girl dressed in a red bridal gown walked slowly through the woods, her bare fingers the only exception, pale and completely devoid of color.

The girl was lithe and beautiful, but there was a noticeable fist mark on her red veil, and it was unclear who had hit her.

In her hand, she held a bamboo pole with a talisman attached to it, which was very conspicuous.

She hummed a tune as she walked slowly:
"At the first watch of the night, the forest is deep and the fog is thick, red embroidered shoes shatter a hundred years of autumn. The wedding dress was not cut before the life was cut, and the paper money could not be burned through."

Suddenly he stopped in his tracks.

Miss Shen looked down at the ground and exclaimed in surprise:

"Oh dear, you're dead too? Who killed you?"

The woodcutters lay scattered on the ground, their eyes wide open in death.

Miss Shen waited for a long time, and seeing that the woodcutter didn't speak, she reached out and picked up the woodcutter's head:
"That's so rude, they're asking you a question."

"You're not handsome either, you can't be my husband."

"Go back to find Young Master Lin?"
"That won't work either. Young Master Lin is a good person. We can't look for him anymore."

"Alas, where can I find a handsome young man?"

Tossing her head aside, the bride continued singing as she walked, leaving only her song echoing through the woods:
"A withered branch tugs at my sleeve, foxfire guides my way. Whose grave is this three-inch nail, that trips my soul and makes me knock?"

(End of this chapter)