Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 71 I'm back in the capital. Ask me if you need anything.
The sound coming from the coffin filled Lin Jiang with joy:
"I can hear you, you're still alive?"

"I'm alive." The person in the coffin said with a sense of relief after surviving a disaster, "Thanks to you, all four of us escaped."

"Huh? Four?"

Lin Jiang counted on his fingers.

It didn't seem to be this number before.

There were originally seven people.

The man's voice suddenly carried a hint of sadness.

They were full of vigor when they went to Qingniwa back then, thinking that they might be able to find immortal opportunities in the secret realm. As a result, they were trapped for a long time and several people died.

How can this thought be clearly explained?
Lin Jiang understood and changed the subject:

"Now that you're out, how did you manage to contact me?"

"Before leaving, I pried off a fragment, thinking it might be useful for sending messages. Today, I tried it, and it actually works."

Do the fragments that were removed from the coffin have the same effect?
This is actually quite useful.

If I can get them myself, I can share them with some people I know, and then I can contact them from a great distance.
Lin Jiang thought about the map for a moment. Qingniwa was still further north from the capital. If he wanted to get there, he would have to go northeast from the capital.

If he has the chance, he will definitely go and take a look there.

"I'm going back to the capital, which should take about seven or eight days. I'll be in seclusion at the Casting Office, and I'll be mostly free during this time. If you need anything, please feel free to ask."

The man readjusted his emotions and suppressed the worries in his heart.

When he mentioned the Forging Bureau in the capital, he even seemed somewhat smug:
"I have some connections in the Forging Bureau. Whether it's a treasure or anything else, I can get it for you if you want it."

Lin Jiang thought for a moment.

There is indeed something he might need to do.

Sun Zhong.

With the help of someone influential in Kyoto, we should be able to find news about Sun Zhong.

But there's a certain skill involved in how you say it and how you ask it.

Lin Jiang thought for a moment and decided that the more he said, the more mistakes he would make; the less he said, the fewer mistakes he would make.

It's best to ask the key questions directly and let him fill in the rest in his own imagination.

"Sun Zhong, this is a man from Beijing. Are you acquainted with him?"

"Sun Zhong?" The man was clearly taken aback. "He's someone from the Ministry of Justice, he holds an official position. I haven't heard much about him lately. Do you know him? Do you need me to get some information about him for you?"

"..."

"Oh dear." The man immediately realized his mistake: "I've said too much. You'll have to let me find out more about him. I don't know him very well, so I'll have to ask other people."

"how long it takes?"

"If we investigate thoroughly, it will probably take more than a month."

"it is good."

Lin Jiang calculated the time and realized that the journey was indeed long. Even if they traveled by carriage and the journey itself was not delayed, he estimated that it would take about three months.

Moreover, according to what Old Zhao said before, the world is in chaos now, and it is almost impossible for him not to waste time on his journey.

It would take at least half a year to get to the capital.

This period of time is just right.

The man on the other end of the line didn't ask Lin Jiang about his plans; he simply agreed and said he would give Lin Jiang an answer in a while.

"Senior, is there anything else you need me to do?"

Lin Jiang originally wanted to ask about eating, drinking, and cultivation, but in the end he kept it to himself.

This book is essentially a collection of eating, drinking, and merrymaking techniques passed down from Master Gongxuan, and it is quite different from the normal Six Spleen Techniques. Today, I tried it myself, and the results were not entirely the same.

Asking that question is probably pointless.

So Lin Jiang changed the question:
"Do you know of any other places in Daxing where coffins are found?"

"A coffin? You're planning to dig up a grave... no, no, you're looking for ruins like Qingniwa?" The man opposite him had fallen into his old habit again, speaking faster than he thought.

"Yes." "There aren't many places like this." The man hesitated for a moment: "This should have been a secret in the capital, but since you asked, I will naturally answer."

“Besides Qingniwa, I know of three other similar places.”

"One of them is the Yanhuo Kingdom in the Western Regions. The people there are all black and can eat gold and stone. There are indeed such stone coffins in the kingdom. In the past, when the envoys of Daxing came to pay homage, the Yanhuo King regarded this thing as a divine gift and cherished it every day, leading his people to kowtow."

Hearing this from the Western Regions, Lin Jiang couldn't help but feel a deep sense of wonder.

The world outside of Daxing sounds quite similar to Journey to the West: Mountains and Seas.

It's mysterious and wonderful; the scenery and food must be completely different from Daxing. Unfortunately, the mountains are too far to cross, so I can only wait until I have time to go and find it.

"Secondly, in the northwest of Daxing, there is Bayun Mountain, where a master of unparalleled skill perished a hundred years ago. Since that day, the mountain has been shrouded in clouds and mist, and nine out of ten who enter the mountain never return."

"A master? How master?"

"It is said to be even higher than the Star Point. It is the supreme figure who once vied for the throne in the previous dynasty. Even after death, his Qi remains immortal. He can transform into clouds and wind, and still change the world with a single glance, turning ten thousand clouds into wind." The man said, "Before, the capital sent out a few experts from the inner court to scout ahead. In the end, only one of them returned, and he went mad. Since then, no one has mentioned this matter again."

It sounds dangerous, and it's not on the way either.

Don't go, don't go.

"The last one is Ta Yunxia, ​​next to Jianzhou. The Kyoto spies found the entrance to the ruins there."

"What is that place?"

I'm not actually that far from Jianzhou, and I'll definitely have to pass through Jianzhou to get to Kyoto.

"That's a Taoist temple, a place for cultivation. It's become increasingly famous recently, but we rarely see people with real reputation and spiritual attainment traveling around."

What methods are they good at?

"It is said that they are skilled in the art of cloud walking. Once they master it, they can ride the wind and become immortals." The man said this with a hint of disdain: "There are many sects in the martial world that pretend to be profound. They talk about riding the clouds and becoming immortals. It's just a show. Just listen to it for fun, don't take it seriously."

Treading on clouds and rosy hues.

Lin Jiang remembered the name.

If it's on my way, Lin Jiang plans to pay him a visit.

It sounds relatively safe.

"Senior, I still don't know how to address you." After saying this, the man asked somewhat nervously, "You can call me Ironhide."

"I……"

Lin Jiang had never really thought about what kind of nickname he should have.

You can't always use your name when you're out in the world; it wouldn't be good if someone found out about it later.

After thinking about how others had addressed him these past few days, Lin Jiang, who was terrible at coming up with names, hesitated for a long time before finally saying:
"You can just call me Young Master."

"Young Master," Tin Man muttered the word twice, "Then I will address you as Young Master from now on."

After exchanging a few more polite words, Lin Jiang ended his internal examination.

Lin Jiang lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Thinking about it carefully, I should have thought about it more before coming up with a name.

The eldest son...

What kind of nickname is this?

He gave a wry smile, closed his eyes, and forced himself to fall asleep.

……

Nothing much happened for the next two or three days, and the carriage moved smoothly out of the Yu Township area.

Manager Liu, sitting in the carriage, lifted the curtain and looked at the increasingly deserted path outside, twisting his body back and forth.

"Uncle Liu?"

Lin Jiang didn't understand.

Is Manager Liu suffering from hemorrhoids?
Middle-aged men do indeed face this crisis.

“Young Master, you’ve never been here before, so you might not know much about this place.” Manager Liu smiled wryly. “The area we’re about to enter is anything but peaceful.”

(End of this chapter)