Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 338 The Tiger Slayer of Yesteryear is Gone

Lin Jiang's story begins with the setting sun and ends when the new moon hangs high in the sky again.

In this account, Lin Jiang concealed his secret relationship with Zhao Liulang.

In fact, only a handful of people knew about this matter. Even Yu Wenyun and Yi Ersan only knew that the emperor valued Lin Jiang highly.

Similarly, Zhao Liulang is currently unable to openly proclaim, "I have a master who is actually such a young man."

The main issue is that the impact of this matter is too great. Unless Zhao Liulang is there to support him, even if he says it, probably few people will believe him.

For an emperor who has ruled the world for so long to suddenly have a "master" who is still quite young, no matter who you tell this story to, the other person will probably scratch their head in disbelief.

They either doubted they had misheard, or simply laughed it off, thinking Lin Jiang was just bragging.

After all, people tend to believe their own imagined picture rather than the real story.

However, even without this step, the remaining story is complex and intricate enough, no less so than a storyteller's tale.

After listening to Lin Jiang's story, Wen Xiangyi's face was filled with a hesitant expression.

In an instant, countless words swirled in her throat, but she didn't know where to begin.

She could understand the first half, but the descriptions involving cultivation left her completely bewildered. She felt that Lin Jiang kept spouting unfamiliar words she had never heard before, and it would probably take a long time to truly understand them.

"In short... Grandson, you are now an imperial envoy, and you must travel southwest to find a way to quell the natural disasters?"

Wen Xiangyi pondered for a long time but still couldn't figure out what the calamity was, so she could only attribute it to the disaster that caused the wind and rain to become out of balance.

She knew that some powerful cultivators could suppress natural disasters, so she guessed that the Emperor of Daxing was trying his best to protect the dynasty from invasion.

Lin Jiang, equally unsure how to explain this strange calamity to his grandmother, could only nod in silent agreement.

Upon hearing this, Wen Xiangyi showed no joy whatsoever; instead, a hint of worry quietly surfaced on her face.
"This job is too dangerous..."

"Grandma," Lin Jiang smiled helplessly, "My skills are much stronger now than when I left. With the help of these assistants around us, there is almost no one in the world who can threaten us. You can rest assured."

Even so, the deep worry on Wen Xiangyi's face had not faded.

No matter how reasonable the reasons, or how capable the companions, in Wen Xiangyi's view, her grandson was destined to travel far away.

They even need to go beyond Daxing.

No matter what, she could not truly find peace of mind.

But she could no longer speak to persuade him to stay, and could only sigh softly:
"You're going to Baishan in a couple of days, right?"

"Yes, I need to offer incense to my parents. I haven't been back for a long time, so I should at least sweep their graves."

“This time, I’ll go back with this old man.”

"grandmother?"

“After my son and daughter-in-law passed away, I went to pay my respects at their graves. I left some people in Baishan to look after the pharmacy and the cemetery.” As she said this, a trace of sadness flashed in Wen Xiangyi’s eyes. “Let’s take this opportunity to go and see them together, so that… the family can get together again.”

"it is good."

The dead cannot be brought back to life, and even in the prescriptions of elixirs, there is no miraculous way to bring someone back to life.

But in any case, sweeping a grave should be done in the end.

……

I lingered among the pines for two days, and nothing happened.

If there's anything somewhat plausible about it, it's that when Liu Pang heard that Lin Jiang had suddenly returned to Cangsong, he rushed over to see him, only to bump into Yu Wenyun.

Although this official, who held a minor post, lacked talent, he was well-versed in the intricacies of establishing power and influence.

Upon seeing the renowned General Zhennan appear in the pine tree, Governor Liu was so startled that he almost knelt down. He wondered what he had done wrong to provoke this unfathomable figure to personally punish him.

After all, Cangsong Hanbai was located in the heart of Daxing, and Liu Pang had no skilled martial arts assistants to rely on. As a subordinate official, he had to be extremely cautious in his dealings with others.

Once he confirmed that Lin Jiang's trip had nothing to do with him, Fatty Liu immediately put on a fawning smile and insisted on throwing a big banquet there.

After being politely declined by Lin Jiang and his group, they ended up having a simple meal together.

Several days passed in a flash, and the group decided to head straight to Baishan.

On the way to Baishan, we could first go to the direction of Mingde Temple, so we planned to visit the abbot and ask for two sticks of good incense.

Since the trip would eventually require a return journey by carriage, Lin Jiang decided to let the two elderly people board the carriage as well.

Wen Xiangyi originally intended to decline, as the carriage already accommodated three people, and adding two more would inevitably be crowded. However, once everyone stepped into the carriage, they discovered that it was a hidden gem.

Seeing the carriage, Wen Xiangyi finally believed Lin Jiang's earlier words.

After all, no matter how much Lin Jiang boasted about Yu Wenyun, before those two unleashed their earth-shattering technique, Wen Xiangyi still felt as if she were in a dream. Even after hearing everything, she was still somewhat bewildered.

She only snapped back to reality when she caught a glimpse of what was clearly a rare and precious carriage.

The carriage contains four spacious rooms in the east, west, south, and north, with the last room being just enough for two elderly people to stay in.

After making proper arrangements, everyone officially set off.

After driving for a day or two, the group saw a small town appear on the distant horizon.

Peaceful and quiet, with nothing out of the ordinary.

Upon arriving at the town entrance, I was surprised to see a monument erected there, along with a statue of a person.

The stone tablet is engraved with the three characters "Sanxing Town", and the person is a statue of a young master with an indistinct appearance.

As the carriage passed by, Yu Wenyun glanced at the stone carvings a few more times and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "How interesting and wonderful! Their carving skills are quite impressive." Lin Jiang also opened the window to look out.

It looks extremely familiar.

Could this be me?
We arrived at noon, and the town was peaceful and serene. People of all ages along the road were enjoying themselves.

The group searched around the roadside and found a noodle shop.

Once inside, I discovered that they only sold the most basic vegetarian noodles; if you wanted to add meat, you could only add two cloves of garlic or a few drops of lard.

However, the noodles were quite good, both chewy and with a rich wheat aroma; picking up one or two strands and taking a bite was a delightful experience.

After eating two noodles, Yu Wenyun caught a glimpse of the noodle shop owner's child playing at the door, took a bite of noodles, and waved to the child with a smile.

The child looked at Yu Wenyun with some confusion, then walked over to him with the ball in his arms.

"Kid, what's the story behind that statue at the entrance of your village?"

"A statue?" The child patted his head, put his thumb in his mouth and smacked it, blinked sideways, and after a moment of reaction, said:

"Hero who fought the tiger! Hero who fought the tiger!"

"Tiger hunters?"

"Yes!" the child nodded. "Before, our village was struck by an illness, and many people were bedridden and unable to move. There is medicine on the mountain, and taking the medicine will cure them, but there is a big tiger on the mountain, and that tiger is very wicked! You have to pay money to go up there."

The child's descriptive skills were a little rudimentary, but he still managed to tell the story in detail.

"So the tiger died?"

"Dead! Beaten to death! It was Uncle Li who killed the tiger, but Uncle Li is a doctor, not a young master. Uncle Li insisted that we carve a young master when we were carving..."

The child was puzzled, but the people sitting next to him had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

Lin Jiang didn't mention his tiger-hunting incident, only saying that he had just passed through the area, heard a good story, and it stirred up some similar memories.

After finishing their noodles, they boarded the carriage and leisurely drove away along the main road.

On the way, we passed a traditional Chinese medicine shop. In front of the shop, a man who seemed quite kind and honest was sweeping the floor.

He seemed to sense something and looked up at Yu Wenyun, who was driving.

The man showed a hint of surprise, as if he recognized the person.

At that moment, Yu Wenyun also turned his head and glanced at the man.

He didn't say anything, but smiled in response, then raised his whip and let the carriage move slowly forward.

Riding the autumn breeze, we slowly drove away from Sanxing Town.

……

The carriage slowly rounded a bend and headed into the dense mountain forest on the side.

Once you cross this mountain forest, you'll reach Mingde Temple.

Some people did flee to Mingde Temple after the earlier disaster in Sanxing Town, but most of them had been killed by tigers. In addition, the road was already rugged and difficult to travel, so the monks of Mingde Temple were ultimately unable to reach Sanxing Town.

Lin Jiang was quite curious about the temple.

Upon arriving in this world, he had not encountered many monks, and the two monks he did meet were both traitors from Mingde Temple, which made Lin Jiang quite curious about the temple.

According to Zhao Liulang, the temples of Daxing Kingdom are of mediocre strength, and the truly powerful ones are all gathered in the southwest. However, during the war between the various kingdoms, some reclusive monks were betrayed and suffered heavy casualties in an instant, so they cannot build any strong core fighting force now.

What a sight such a mountain temple must be!

"Grandma, have you been to Mingde Temple before?"

Lin Jiang turned his head and looked at Wen Xiangyi, only to see her sitting upright by the window, pushing open the window and gazing outside.

“I’ve been here a few times. The temple is quite large. Our path is not the main road, so we have to go around it. At the main gate, you can see a long staircase, and worshippers come and go in an endless stream toward Mingde Temple. The temple is very popular, with many people seeking wealth and peace. I also go there occasionally to pray for wealth for our water-related businesses.”

Wen Xiangyi's words were somewhat disjointed, making it difficult for Lin Jiang to discern the exact appearance of the mountain temple. He could only suppress his curiosity for the time being, waiting to visit the place in person and carefully examine what made the mountain temple unique.

Just as the carriage was slowly moving forward, Lin Jiang suddenly heard some noises coming from afar, and the carriage gradually slowed down.

"What happened?"

Lin Jiang asked Yu Wenyun.

"Young master, why don't you come out and take a look? There seem to be monks fighting ahead; it's quite an interesting sight."

Yu Wenyun smiled broadly, as if he had witnessed a wonder.

Lin Jiang also became curious, so he simply opened the car door and stepped out from the side.

After getting off the bus, he also looked into the distance.

With his excellent eyesight, Lin Jiang could clearly see a group of monks fighting fiercely in the woods not far away. It seemed that a group of slightly thin monks were besieging a tall figure.

He looked familiar. The tall monk's face was indeed very familiar.

Remembering fate!

Lin Jiang remembered that it was Nian Yuan, the burly hero of Feng Ao Mountain.

How did he get beaten up here?

(End of this chapter)