Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 83 The people in the temple are not virtuous (Third update)

As dusk seeped through the window paper, the doctor put away his silver needles and locked the door to close the clinic.

The back corridor of the clinic leads directly to the inner residence, separated only by a soundproof wall; this layout is commonly used in the medical profession.

The old doctor was acquainted with Fang Xuanzi. Seeing that his stomach was empty, he stuffed a steamed bun filled with pickled vegetables into his mouth. Fang Xuanzi ate half of it. He originally wanted to give the other half to his master, but his master was still asleep, so he accepted it for the time being.

Fang Xuanzi found a chair in the shop and sat down, her mind in turmoil.

What exactly happened to Master? Why did things turn out this way?

Back then, Master was full of vigor, and everyone inside and outside the sect praised him as the most suitable candidate to enter the inner sect. But later, for some unknown reason, he suddenly became depressed and stayed in the outer sect.

Those fellow disciples who called him eccentric and reclusive had no idea how much this taciturn Taoist treated his disciples. He would teach them to observe the stars at midnight and to walk on clouds during the day.

He had always believed his master's words, but today his master said that there was a problem with the sect, and Fang Xuanzi was really confused.

Suddenly, the old Taoist priest on the bed sat up abruptly and sat upright on the bed.

Fang Xuanzi quickly moved closer to her master:

"Master? Are you alright?"

The old Taoist priest turned his head and stared intently at Fang Xuanzi for a long time before his eyes gradually cleared.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Fang Xuanzi:
"This is where?"

"This is the clinic at the foot of the mountain. Master, you had a relapse while you were up on the mountain."

"Down the mountain? Down the mountain... Good, good, we've escaped, we've escaped."

The old Taoist priest pressed his hand to his chest and sighed deeply.

"Master, you said it's dangerous on the mountain, but where exactly is it dangerous?"

Seeing that the old Taoist priest had regained some of his senses, Fang Xuanzi repeatedly raised the questions that had been on his mind.

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist priest's eyes darkened.

"You know that one of my junior sisters ascended to immortality back then, right?"

“I know, you often tell me that. People in the sect always say that she has attained immortality.”

"Prove the Dao?" The old Taoist sneered. "She didn't actually enter the immortal sect. She was eaten by a spider."

……

The cave's dome was as dark as night, making it difficult for the average person to see even the slightest detail.

Lin Jiang tilted his head back and focused his Qi on his eyes.

His eyesight was suddenly enhanced, and it was with the help of that faint light that he was able to see what was happening above.

The entire rock ceiling was covered with a crisscrossing network of silvery-white spider webs, and eight-eyed, eight-legged creatures lurked in every crevice, moving swiftly and making a dense, crackling sound.

spider.

They were all spiders.

The smallest spiders are as big as a fist, while the larger ones are like balls, with eight protruding claws and fangs that open and close like the clanging of iron shears.
In the very center of the cave is a large net, with a piece attached to each crevice in the rock. The net crisscrosses along the center, covering the cavern.

In the very center of the web was a huge black shadow. This spider was as big as a carriage, with its head tilted and staring at Fang Gutou and his group.

Lin Jiang has always been disgusted by these things, and seeing so many spiders this time gave him goosebumps all over.

Only then did I discover,

The so-called immortal above is not a living being at all. There is a spider silk thread attached to it, as if it is woven from spider silk!

As he looked up, the fluctuations in his aura caused the giant spider above to look down as well.

The voice, seemingly coming from nowhere, rang out again, tinged with amusement and mockery:

"Fang Gutou, is there anyone capable among your men?"

Fang Gutou didn't react in time.

What skills do my subordinates have?
He turned his head, glanced at his subordinates, and checked the number of people.

one two three four……

Eight?

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Fang Gutou's forehead, running down his brow and all the way to his chin.

He remembered that he brought seven people with him when he came out.

"this?"

Before Fang Gutou could react, Lin Jiang kicked him directly in the chest.

The movement was swift and ruthless; Fang Gutou had no time to dodge and was kicked directly.

The kick was very real.

However, something in Fang Gutou's arms seemed to flash with light, and although he survived, he was sent flying.

He fell directly onto the wall and fainted.

The other bandits panicked. Some tried to grab their weapons, while others turned and ran. Lin Jiang swung his arm, and those who tried to draw their weapons fell to the ground, vomiting blood and injuring their internal organs. Just as the few who tried to escape reached the door, a beam of white light descended and blocked the gate.

The bandits tried to break through, but the barrier seemed like a wall; they smashed their heads open but couldn't get through.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the luminous pearl on the wall bounced and smashed into the thief's head.

Unfortunately, the damage was too low and the threat was minimal. After smashing it for a while, it got tired and the luminous pearl rolled away in frustration, effectively blocking its escape route.

Lin Jiang was quick as well. With a swift movement of his feet, he knocked down a bandit with a punch and crushed his bones with a stomp.

Most of those who were hit by Lin Jiang's punches died instantly. A few, whether lucky or unlucky, lay on the ground screaming in agony before finally succumbing to their injuries.

In just a few breaths, Lin Jiang had wiped out all the bandits.

He also turned his head to look at the "immortal" on the coffin, and then raised his head to look at the spider web woven in mid-air.

"There's no one else around. Are you still planning to use this fake puppet to tease me?"

"Your Excellency is indeed quite capable."

Shadows fell, spider silk drooped, and a giant spider slowly descended from the cave ceiling, hanging in mid-air.

The old Taoist priest on the coffin instantly deflated, turning into a skin.

The spider's eight eyes all stared intently at Lin Jiang:

"Sir, I have already revealed my true form. It would be inappropriate for you to continue wearing a fake skin."

Lin Jiang thought it made sense, so he stepped out of the ghostly abode and put the lantern back into his sleeve.

"By human standards, you do have a face that looks like jade and gold."

"I can't understand the standards of a spider, so I don't know if you're a good-looking person," Lin Jiang said regretfully.

"Look at me, I'm black, thick, and big, so naturally I'm beautiful." The spider stopped playing coy with Lin Jiang and instead asked, "Who are you? Why have you come to my cave?"

Lin Jiang pointed to the square bone, which wasn't quite dead yet, not far away:

"Is this filthy thing your dog?"

"It's not that I helped him. This area is inherently chaotic, with bandits coming and going. This man is capable, that's why he became the chieftain." Spider stared at Lin Jiang curiously.

"You're more capable than him. Do you want to be the chieftain?"

What are the benefits of becoming a chieftain?

“There are many benefits,” the spider said. “This man is called Fang Gutou. He has four concubines but no wife. They are named Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju. Mei is the smallest and Ju is the largest. Every three years for the past ten years, the largest Ju will be replaced and the smallest Mei will become Lan.”

"How do you know so clearly?"

"Because every chrysanthemum that was replaced would be sent to me for me to enjoy."

"That's really flashy."

"It's pretty flashy, I just don't understand why you're willing to do this."

Lin Jiang glanced at the giant spider's eight eyes.

For some reason, when the spider grew to this size, he didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore.

“You are very smart. I have seen some monsters before, but none of them are as smart as you.”

"That's because their cultivation level is not high enough. When their cultivation level is high enough, their minds will naturally become enlightened. You may not be as smart as us."

“Yes,” Lin Jiang agreed.

The fact that this spider could pretend to be an immortal in this place for so many years proves that it is indeed not stupid.

"Where did all those people who ascended to immortality on clouds go?"

"Where is there any ascension? Without any cultivation or skill, yet you dream of becoming an immortal? Naturally, you've been pulled up by my spider silk and stuffed into the web."

"Oh." Lin Jiang understood: "Then you didn't eat that much."

A hint of disdain flashed in the spider's eyes: "Why eat so many people? Just catch a few troublemakers. If you really want food, wouldn't it be better to have cattle transported up from down the mountain?"

Lin Jiang was a little embarrassed.

"You've asked all your questions, haven't you?" Spider stepped onto Lin Jiang's side. "Give me an answer: do you want to replace him as the bandit leader, or do you want to be devoured by me?"

"If you want to be a bandit leader, you'll have to let me bite you and poison you first."

As the spider approached Lin Jiang, its wolf-hair-like fur still made him uncomfortable. He took two steps back and pointed to the layer of human skin on the coffin:
"You can't transform into human form yet, can you?"

"……What do you mean?"

The spider sensed something was amiss.

“If you could transform into human form, you wouldn’t need to perform this shadow puppet show.” Lin Jiang rolled up his sleeves. “I once fought a demon, and he told me that a demon that can’t transform into human form has no stars, and you don’t have any stars either.”

"What does it matter to you whether I add stars or not?"

“It’s related.” Lin Jiang rolled up his sleeves: “If you don’t point to the stars, I can kill you.”

(End of this chapter)