Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 81 The Mad Taoist

"Run away!"

The old Taoist priest, his tattered robe billowing out, his eyes wide like copper bells, stumbled out of the thatched hut and crashed solidly into Fang Xuanzi.

Fang Xuanzi was knocked back three steps, her head spinning slightly.
"Master, what are you doing?"

"Run! Run! We can't stay here any longer!"

The old Taoist priest gripped his disciple's clothes tightly with his ten fingers.

Fang Xuanzi was extremely embarrassed.

Just moments ago, he was boasting to Lin Jiangniu about his master being a true cultivator who had attained enlightenment, but in the blink of an eye, he has lost his composure like this.

“My master has always been fascinated by esoteric arts and unorthodox techniques, and he does sometimes do this…”

Fang Xuanzi forced a smile and tried to smooth things over for his master, but as soon as he finished speaking, he realized that the situation seemed to be somewhat different from what he had thought.

In ordinary times, the master would occasionally do some absurd things, but he would generally still maintain his composure.

In the master's eyes, appearance was the most important thing. He would even put a dressing mirror, which was only used by women, in the room. I don't know where this habit came from.

Looking down at the old Taoist priest again, his pupils were unfocused as if they were covered by a veil, and his beard and hair were matted like withered grass. Where was there any trace of his otherworldly demeanor?
Fang Xuanzi was greatly alarmed:
"master?"

"Let's go, we can't stay here any longer... Without immortals, we cannot ascend to the clouds..."

The old Taoist priest was extremely exhausted and was about to faint.

Lin Jiang immediately stepped forward to help, and Niu Man, recovering from his surprise, hurriedly went over and found a clean spot to help the old Taoist priest over.

By the time he lay down, the old Taoist priest was completely confused and could barely speak.

Lin Jiang also quickened his pace, came to the old Taoist priest's side, and reached out to press down on his wrist.

Hysteria.

However, it wasn't as serious as my grandfather's.

This is a slippery pulse, a problem that develops over many years.

He did use the pulse diagnosis skills learned from the original body.

After telling Fang Xuanzi about this, Fang Xuanzi also sighed with regret:
"How could this person, who was perfectly healthy, suddenly get this disease?"

“His pulse is slippery, and he has been preoccupied with many things for a long time. The seemingly normal things you see on ordinary days are just a cover-up. I'm afraid he's been holding something back all along,” Lin Jiang said. “Your master just kept saying there was something wrong with this place. Do you know what’s unusual about Ta Yunxia?”

But Fang Xuanzi firmly shook her head:

"Ta Yunxia is a renowned righteous sect. Although it is not a large-scale gathering, it is well-known. Otherwise, why would heroes from all over the world gather at the ceremony? There must be something else going on."

“Yes, there must be some other reason,” Niu Man echoed, but his tone was tinged with panic.

Lin Jiang didn't answer the two people who were clearly flustered. He walked directly into the old Taoist's house.

The whole room was filled with an unpleasant smell.

A broken bed, a table, two chairs, and a cracked mirror on the table.

There was nothing else; no clues could be found.

"Are you going to stay on the mountain?" Lin Jiang asked them.

At this point, both of them fell silent.

Even if they verbally say they believe in Ta Yunxia, ​​this whole thing seems far too bizarre.

Looking again at the seemingly tranquil mountain peaks around him, and at the setting sun in the distance, Fang Xuanzi suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth, resembling a paper effigy trying to maintain a dignified appearance:
"I'll take my master down the mountain first. There are no doctors on the mountain, so I need to find one to take a look at him."

After saying that, he helped the old Taoist priest up. The old Taoist priest still had some mobility. Although his legs were weak when he walked, he at least knew where to go.

Lin Jiang and Niu Man followed behind.

It was the time when martial arts practitioners were descending the mountain, and their group followed among the crowd without attracting any attention.

Lin Jiang could see that Niu Man's eyes were downcast. Using his observation technique, he saw that the top of Niu Man's head was predominantly blue, with other thoughts of various colors mixed together, like a burst of fireworks.

He had a lot to say, but he didn't know how to say it.

Finally, having exhausted all other options, they turned to Lin Jiang's side.
"Young master, is what you call 'Stepping on Clouds' good or bad?" "The ravings of a madman may not be credible, but they can't be entirely baseless either." Lin Jiang thought of his grandfather.

"Ta Yunxia can't be bad. Ta Yunxia is a prestigious and righteous sect. Ta Yunxia must be good. Otherwise, where am I supposed to learn skills? What will happen to my family? What about my father's lame leg? What about all the years of effort my grandfather put into this..."

Niu Man started muttering to himself, talking to himself until he couldn't believe his own mutterings, so he stretched out his hand and slapped his face, making a loud slapping sound.

But he still couldn't calm down.

"Ta Yunxia can't say for sure, but this Master Fang shouldn't be a bad person, and those young Taoist disciples we saw before shouldn't be bad either," Lin Jiang said.

Niu Man stopped moving, but his arms hung down: "But maybe some people are bad..."

Following the flow of people down the mountain, Fang Xuanzi helped his master straight to the medicine hut of a familiar doctor in the east of the town.

Upon arriving at the destination, the apprentice was locking the door when the doctor inside saw Fang Xuanzi approaching and greeted him with a cupped hand.

Upon seeing the old Taoist priest cradled in his arms, half a polite word caught in his throat:
"Master Fang Xuanzi, Master Tai Nanzi, what brings you here?"

"I suddenly fell ill when I got home today. Could you please take a look?"

Fang Xuanzi tried to take out some silver from his pocket, but after searching for a long time, he only managed to pull out a few copper coins. Lin Jiang then took another one from his bosom to make up the difference. Only then did the doctor open the door and help the old Taoist priest to the bed.

After taking the pulse for a while, examining the patient's face, and inserting a few needles, the doctor said:

"It's an old problem. Even if you can suppress it, it's very difficult to cure it completely."

"This……"

"I'll try my best." The doctor weighed the silver ingot Lin Jiang had just given him on a small scale. The weight was sufficient, so he began to prepare to treat the patient. "However, your master will have to stay with me for a while."

"Thank you for your help."

Fang Xuanzi slumped on the narrow couch separated by bamboo curtains, as if 30% of her frame had been removed.

His thoughts slowed for a moment before he suddenly remembered that Lin Jiang had paid for it earlier. He bowed repeatedly in gratitude, bending his back almost completely.

"Thank you for your help, young master. I have some savings on the mountain, and I will go and get them to return to you in a moment."

"You must agree."

"Don't worry." Fang Xuanzi then prepared to go up the mountain.

Lin Jiang stopped him, saying, "There's no rush. Your master is still lying in bed. Go and keep him company."

Fang Xuanzi was filled with gratitude.

Fang Xuanzi found a small bed and borrowed a blanket. He tucked his master in, and he stayed there for the night.

Lin Jiang turned to look at Niu Man:
"What about you? Will you stay here with him, or come back with me first?"

Niu Man hesitated for a moment, then said, "Let me go back with you first."

After saying goodbye, Lin Jiang led Niu Man toward the inn.

On the way, Niu Man remained silent, pondering the matter of riding the clouds.

Lin Jiang didn't disturb him.

As dusk fell, the streets of Changyun Town remained bustling. Gambling parlors and flower-picking parlors opened for business at this time, and wandering swordsmen with spare cash would naturally go to these places to play a few rounds.

The streets were crowded and bustling.

Lin Jiang was leading the way when he suddenly saw several people walking in the distance.

They were a group of burly mountain bandits, walking with a swagger on the road, but their leader was a fat, wealthy man with a wide waist and large ears.

They were in a hurry, heading towards the mountain where Ta Yunxia was.

The two groups passed each other by, and Lin Jiang only glanced at them without paying them any attention.

But after that group of people disappeared into the crowd, the tiger head on the cloak peeked out from beside his ear.

Tiger Head slightly opened its mouth, and the ghoul crawled out from the corner of its mouth.

The ghost whispered:
"Young master, the man who left was the chief of the mountain stronghold, Fang Gutou."

(End of this chapter)