Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 8 Coffin on a Tree

When Gong Xuan said this, Xiao Shanshen's curiosity was also piqued. She moved the bowl that Lin Jiang had been drinking soup from and sat on the rim of the bowl, propping her face up as she listened to Gong Xuan talk about the martial arts world.

"Let me state this first: in this mortal world, there are all sorts of methods. Some practice swordsmanship and spearmanship, some use prescriptions to harm people by performing rituals, some engage in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, dancing, and singing, some raise insects in the Western Regions, and some perform shamanistic rituals in the North. Even we, who respect our ancestral master, have all sorts of unorthodox methods to reach the Three Pure Ones."

"If I really told the whole story, I probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight."

Before Gong Xuan even began to speak formally, Lin Jiang was already filled with curiosity.

He could understand wielding swords and wielding weapons, but he couldn't believe that singing and dancing could also lead to enlightenment!
“A cultivator has 13,500 breaths a day, which is much longer and more continuous than that of an ordinary person. If you learn any magic arts in the future, these wonderful arts will be suspended in your Heavenly Palace. Unless you complete these 13,500 breaths, you will not be able to use them anymore.”

"That's quite strange." Lin Jiang hadn't expected these amazing techniques to have such limitations: "Can't we use them one more time?"

"Not exactly. As one's cultivation deepens, the more energy gathers within the dantian, the more techniques one can use. However, if one forces oneself to use techniques without sufficient qi, it can be somewhat harmful to one's health and even life."

At this point, Gongxuan sighed deeply:
"Martial arts practitioners are better. There are no restrictions. As long as they have the stamina, they can keep fighting. A set of punches to the face will make even the most skilled sorcerer cry for their mother."

Gong Xuan's expression seemed to be recalling his youthful days when he was beaten and cried for his mother.

The little ginseng next to it stared with its two eyes wide open, clearly not understanding anything about the circulation of qi or breathing; ginseng doesn't have that function.

She was somewhat puzzled when she heard the word "warrior":
"What is a martial artist? Is it a great hero?"

"This?" Gong Xuan didn't know how to explain to Xiao Shanshen for a moment. "There are indeed quite a few martial artists who call themselves great heroes."

"Being a warrior is great!" Little Ginseng stood on the table, waving his little fists and punching the air with great force: "I want to be a warrior!"

Looking at her, she resembled a child who hadn't yet grown all her hair in the alleyway of Guatian, who, one day, heard a storyteller recounting a tale of chivalry and was imitating how to perform the actions.

It looks quite interesting.

However, Lin Jiang really didn't know how Xiao Shanshen should practice martial arts.

Her arms and legs are so small, they look like roots or as if they were drawn with a brush. You can't exactly make her practice horse stance to improve her footwork.

No one can sweep her lower body.

Gong Xuan stroked his beard and laughed, "I'm not good at martial arts. In the future, when you go out into the martial world with Young Master Lin, you should meet some martial arts experts. Maybe someone will teach you a few moves."

Xiaoshan ginseng nodded. She had already dried herself off and sat down beside the stone steps, looking up at the newly risen moon, as if she had already begun to fantasize about becoming a great hero.

They chatted amiably, and Gongxuan brought over a pot of wine. While drinking, he told Lin Jiang about the wonders of cultivation. Lin Jiang also found a stack of thick paper and used a charcoal pencil to write on it, recording what Gongxuan was saying.

Seeing Lin Jiang's diligence, Gong Xuan's eyes also showed approval.

Everyone likes to teach a bright and diligent student.

Sigh, if it weren't for the fact that his own skills were so terrible, he really wanted to take on a good apprentice.

They talked for a long time, until the new moon rose halfway up the sky. Little Ginseng lay on the table, took out a thick piece of mixed paper from his bag and covered himself with it. After a while, he stopped moving. People thought he was dead, but he was actually asleep.

It was getting dark outside, so Lin Jiang took out candles from the house. He burned one of the best new candles until it was half lit, and his notes filled four or five pages.

There are many things to be careful about in the martial arts world. For example, you can fight ghosts and monsters with filth, some sorcerers use illusion techniques, and you don't need to kill bandits without a big knife. It's all very complicated.

Gongxuan, who was speaking frankly, was so thirsty that he drank repeatedly.

By the end, he was completely drunk. He danced in the moonlight, spun around twice, and then fell headfirst to the ground, snoring loudly as snot bubbles flew up from his nose.

Lin Jiang helped him up and led him to a guest room before coming out.

Looking at the sky again, it was already late at night, but Lin Jiang was wide awake, feeling only a sense of bewilderment.

Suddenly being transported to this world and embroiled in these trivial matters was certainly not what Lin Jiang wanted.

I wonder if I'll be able to find my way home at the end of my cultivation journey...

This slight sense of loss only flashed through Lin Jiang's mind for a moment before he quickly picked up the sleeping ginseng and went into the inner room.

After finding a safe place to put the ginseng down, Lin Jiang sat cross-legged on his bed.

He closed his eyes and began to introspect again.

Soon the dilapidated palace reappeared before his eyes.

Looking around, the desolate scene unfolded before my eyes. Yet, the ruins were vast and bright; just a glance was enough to imagine how prosperous and magnificent they must have been when they were intact. What exactly is this place?
Lin Jiangxin was puzzled.

He tried to activate his divine sense, and soon a semi-transparent, faceless little figure appeared in the palace corridor. By manipulating this little figure to move forward, Lin Jiang's vision changed accordingly.

As I slowly entered the palace, I found myself surrounded by chaos, with the ground littered with rubble and debris.

After searching around and finding nothing of use, they discovered an exit leading to the backyard.

Lin Jiang peeked out from that direction.

When he saw what was in the backyard, he couldn't help but gasp.

He saw a tree.

The trees are withered and tall, standing out conspicuously, their roots firmly embedded in the soil and stone slabs, their intricate branches reaching straight into the air.

The tree itself isn't anything to be surprised about, but there are red ropes hanging from its top.

At the end of this red string...

Coffins were tied to the ground and hung down!
Upon closer inspection, Lin Jiang discovered that there were as many as eighteen coffins, all hanging from branches like fruits, bending the branches severely.

Looking at those coffins, Lin Jiang couldn't help but feel curious, and slowly walked to the one closest to him.

Just as he approached the coffin, Lin Jiang heard some unusual noises...

Inside this coffin,
There's a snoring sound!

Lin Jiang's heart trembled, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

What else might reside within one's own sea of ​​consciousness?
A portable old man?
The one living inside the coffin...

Do you know the secret of the box?
Lin Jiang carefully reached out and tapped the outer shell of the coffin.

"Are you there?"

Nothing happened; the coffin remained hanging quietly on the treetop, emitting soft snoring sounds from within.

You're sleeping soundly!
He simply moved closer to the coffin and knocked a few more times, but the result was the same as before—no sound came out at all.

It seems the person living inside won't wake up for the time being.

Lin Jiang subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. He was both curious about what lived in the coffin and worried that what lived inside might disturb his consciousness.

He circled the other coffins again and found that only the first coffin was snoring; the other coffins were completely silent.

After thinking it over, he decided to wait until he had a solid foundation before coming over.

Feeling that he had stayed in his sea of ​​consciousness long enough, he turned and left, leaving only the coffin hanging above the giant tree swaying alone.

After Lin Jiang left, the coffin shook slightly, and a deep male voice came from inside:

"Damn, I'm so tired, I've fallen asleep..."

"I think I just heard a sound?"
"Is there any chivalrous hero nearby? Is there any chivalrous hero who can save my life?"

There are six of us! We're all trapped here!

"Help!"

……

Lin Jiang opened his eyes.

When I opened the window to look at the sky, the sun had already risen from the eastern half, illuminating a small part of the sky.

A new day has begun.

It's time to go to the government office and file a complaint.

(End of this chapter)