Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 82 Immortal
"Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"

"Young Master, there's no way I could mistake this person." The ghost was only showing his head, so he couldn't make a gesture of patting his chest to guarantee it, but he spoke seriously and his expression was earnest.

This reminded Lin Jiang of Guo, the police officer who was a man of his word.

The ghost cannot lie.

Then he didn't admit his mistake.

The bandits headed aggressively towards Ta Yunxia, ​​clearly having some business to attend to.

Lin Jiang took the small lantern out of his sleeve.

"My lord, shall I go and take a look?"

“Cover me up too, and we’ll go together.”

Lin Jiang patted Niu Man lightly with his hand: "You go back first."

After a moment's hesitation, he took out a small ginseng root:

"Please trouble Divine Herb Lord to escort Niu Man to Manager Liu's place and tell him that I will be returning shortly."

"Leave it to me, the great hero!"

Xiao Shanshen patted his chest and guaranteed.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Jiang disappeared.

Lin Jiang, carrying a lantern, followed the band of mountain bandits.

Quietly following behind Fang Gutou, after a while, the group arrived at the Taoist temple on the mountain.

Fang Gutou casually reached out and grabbed a passing Taoist boy:

"Please inform your sect leader that Fang Gutou has come to visit."

The young Taoist priest was sweeping the floor and was wearing the dirty clothes from the outer gate. When he saw Fang Gugu, his legs went weak with fear.

Fang Gutou took out a small piece of silver from his pocket and stuffed it into the Taoist boy's hand. The boy immediately nodded and perked up.
"Please wait a moment, esteemed guest. I will inform the sect leader immediately."

The Taoist boy ran off, while Lin Jiang drew closer.

Fang Gutou didn't notice Lin Jiang; he just paced around impatiently, and Lin Jiang followed Fang Gutou around.

If Fang Gutou moves to the left, Lin Jiang moves to the right; if Fang Gutou moves to the right, Lin Jiang moves to the left.

He went back and forth three times, but the young Taoist boy didn't return; instead, a Taoist priest came.

The Taoist priest was wearing a purple robe; he was an inner disciple.

The Taoist priest led the way, followed by Fang Gutou, his subordinates, and Lin Jiang.

After passing several trees specifically used for concealment, a large mansion appeared before them. It was getting late, but the mansion was enveloped in a faint glow, like fireflies, dazzling to the eye.

This is the inner courtyard, where the inner disciples live.

The Taoist priest entered the courtyard first and told Fang Gutou and the others to wait at the gate. Fang Gutou waited there obediently.

Lin Jiang originally intended to go in first, but the luminous pearl emerged:
"Wait a minute, there is a visible array here, and Lantern Girl's cultivation is not yet sufficient to help you pass through the array."

Lin Jiang stared at the door for a while.

If we force our way in, wouldn't that make a lot of noise?

"Brother, do you have any ideas about that bead?"

"let me see."

The bead circled around and then came up with a solution:

"I have an idea, but it's a bit risky."

"But there's no harm in talking."

"The methods in the courtyard are limited in depth and cannot completely break the lantern's ability, but they will make you half-hidden and half-revealed, so you will have to wrap another layer of disguise around the lantern."

"Wrap it up again?"

Lin Jiang thought for a moment, then broke off a few tree branches from the side, held them in both hands, and placed them on his head:

"so?"

Night Pearl: "..."

Even the lantern couldn't stand it anymore: "Young master, Brother Zhuzi probably didn't mean that."

Lin Jiang threw the branch aside.

After composing herself for a while, Zhu Zi continued to explain to Lin Jiang:

"The 'evil spirit' inside the tiger cloak is sewn on. It is the leader of many mountain bandits and has some strange effects. As long as this face is placed among a group of mountain bandits, no matter how outsiders look at him, they will think he is a mountain bandit."

"Moreover, the ghost is hollow inside, brother. You can hide inside, and when the lantern flickers, no one will be able to see your figure."

Lin Jiang checked the people Fang Gutou was currently with.

Fang Gutou brought a total of seven people with him, eight including himself.

A closer look will surely reveal an extra shadow brother.

However, since he was already here, Lin Jiang decided to give it a try, thinking that he might as well try anything.

First, he found a secluded spot, summoned the ghost, and then, with his mind blank, Lin Jiang crawled into the ghost's body. Once inside, he felt the surrounding air was cold and damp, and his vision turned grayish-white, which wasn't very comfortable.

After exchanging movements with the ghost, this ordinary-looking bandit emerged from the forest and cautiously approached the back of Fang Gutou's group.

Fang Gutou's mind was clearly not on the group of people behind him, and he was completely unaware that a shadow had appeared behind him.

When the Taoist priest who had gone in to inform them returned, he glanced at Fang Gutou and the others and felt that something was slightly strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

Walking straight into the depths of the courtyard, when you stop, you'll find yourself beside a towering mountain wall.

There is an entrance on the mountain wall, which is a man-made cave. After entering, deep pits were carved out on both sides of the road, and lanterns were placed inside.

The further they went in, the lower the temperature became. Fang Gutou's men had already started rubbing their shoulders. Lin Jiang thought for a moment and then rubbed his shoulders as well.

They continued on their way to the innermost part of the room, where they arrived at a spacious and flat stone chamber. Overlooking the river, they saw an old man with white hair and beard sitting cross-legged on a stone coffin, his eyes closed, as if meditating.

Lin Jiang's gaze fell on the stone coffin.

The coffin looked almost exactly like the one he had seen inside his body!
I suppose this is what they mean by "tinplate".

Looking at the old man, Lin Jiang felt a little doubtful.

He was clearly leaning against this stone coffin, so why couldn't he hear the old man's voice from among the withered tree?

Fang Gutou beside him bowed and recited:

"Old Immortal, it's been a long time."

"Speak, what brings you here?"

The old man did not speak, but his voice came from all directions.

“Old Immortal, a troublemaker has come to our territory. He has taken down many sentry posts and even killed Red Bench. The brothers are all panicked, and business is difficult. If we want to pay our respects to you in the future, we may have to give you less. I came here today to talk to you about this.”

Although Fang Gutou spoke politely and sincerely, the meaning behind his words was not like that.

The old man on the coffin remained silent for a moment:
"Square bone".

"exist."

"You've crossed a line."

“Old Immortal, you can’t say that. We’re all in business, and we give you a lot of money every year. If someone were to break all our teeth, we wouldn’t be able to make money so easily.”

silence.

There was silence in the stone chamber for a long time.

"Any clues?"

Fang Gutou could have his men take out a small stone, and within the stone, a shadow would appear, revealing a murder scene.

Lin Jiang whispered the words from the lantern hidden in his sleeve:

“My lord, this is the art of capturing images by cooking stones. I only have a rudimentary understanding of it.”

This method is quite novel.

Having listened to the entire proceedings, Lin Jiang now understands the source of the faint sense of unease that had been lingering in his mind.

That means this Taoist temple is incredibly wealthy.

To be able to build something so magnificent while perched atop a high mountain must mean they must have some way of making money.

However, Fang Xuanzi, who lived at the foot of the mountain, couldn't afford meat and felt that his apprentice and his master were from two different factions.

Looking at it now, it's clear they're colluding with bandits.

Lin Jiang did not act rashly. His eyes flashed slightly as he used his observation technique to look up at the immortal, wanting to see the flow of energy on his body.

The stone chamber was dark and visibility was limited, but theoretically these factors should not have affected the ability to observe.

Observing techniques and observing Qi requires opening one's inner eye; as long as one is not blind, one can see it.

But Lin Jiang couldn't see it.

Fang Gutou has a yellowish aura about him and is very tense.

His men are the same; now their heads are covered in a thick layer of yellow, like a layer of velvet.

But there were no immortals.

Nothing.

It looks like a stone.

Sensing something, Lin Jiang slowly raised his head.

The stone chamber was very tall, with the top completely shrouded in darkness and shrouded in dark mist. In the distance, one could vaguely see many things that looked like starlight twinkling.

Humans do not possess Qi (vital energy).

Above the stone chamber above the man's head, however, there was a swirling, ever-changing mass of Qi.

Lin Jiang vaguely saw something.

What's hanging on the black wall isn't starlight at all.

But...

Countless eyes fixed on the ground!
(End of this chapter)