Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 96 Inheritance (Second Update)

"Why did the young master suddenly lie down in the coffin?"

Fang Xuanzi blurted out as he poured tea for Lin Jiang, but before he could finish speaking, Tai Nanzi tapped him on the forehead, and he immediately shrank back and fell silent.

Lin Jiang chuckled twice, pondered for a moment, and finally spoke frankly:

"The coffin is engraved with a supernatural mark that is connected to my cultivation method. I can use this method to enter the coffin directly. Last night I was testing this method."

He would never have revealed this to anyone else, but since these two Taoist priests were going to stay at Ta Yunxia Temple for a long time, it was better to tell them up early rather than arouse suspicion later.

Tai Nanzi nodded in understanding. The actions of a reclusive master have their own reasons. Now that the sect's crisis has been resolved, there is no need to delve into anything else.

"When Master led us up the mountain, this coffin was always there. Master studied it for a long time but couldn't figure out how to use it. It must be because the time wasn't right. Since this treasure is related to you, young master, you should take it."

"The coffin is branded on the ground."

Lin Jiang was a little embarrassed.

Tai Nanzi's smile froze.

"Don't worry, this coffin will stay with us at Ta Yun Xia for now. Whenever you want to come back to Ta Yun Xia to visit, you can come along the coffin."

"When I have some free time, I will definitely come and ask for a cup of tea."

"Sweep the path to welcome them."

The group chatted and laughed for a while longer.

Amidst the laughter and conversation, Lin Jiang also asked:

"What is the current situation of the sect?"

"The area is thriving. Although there are fewer inner disciples, there are many outer disciples of the Cloud-Stepping Sect, and many of them are very talented, even more so than the original inner disciples."

This is normal.

After all, when Ta Yunxia selected inner disciples, it was by no means based on their talent or character. Most of them were like-minded people with connections who wanted to make money, or henchmen who were just shady characters. Compared to cultivators who were dedicated to the Dao, they were more like a group of merchants.

"I wish to open my temple gates wide to test and select those with pure hearts. The karmic debts I incurred while treading the clouds must be repaid slowly."

As Tai Nanzi spoke, she took out a handwritten notebook from her bosom and handed it to Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang took it and glanced at it, his eyes flickering slightly.

The book cover reads "The Art of Stepping on Clouds and Covering the Moon".

"This is?"

"This is my Cloud-Treading Secret Technique, which my master found when he traveled overseas in his youth. All the techniques disciples use to cultivate in Cloud-Treading are based on this." Tai Nanzi pushed further towards Lin Jiang: "I hope you will accept it, young master."

"This is too valuable, I cannot accept it."

Lin Jiang waved his hand.

"What's so valuable about it? It's nothing more than a skill that makes climbing mountains smoother." Tai Nanzi laughed. "My master once told me that this skill originated from a country overseas where there are high mountains everywhere. The inhabitants there developed this skill in order to climb mountains. He learned it and later felt that it should be given a more elegant name, so he called it 'Treading Clouds and Mist'."

"My late master also passed on his teachings to those who were destined to receive them. Young master, you may accept them."

Tai Nanzi smiled as she said this: "Young Master should have a few guards by his side. They can learn it too. If everyone can climb the peak by walking on clouds, it would not be a bad thing."

I really didn't expect that this method had such a past.

Lin Jiang stroked the yellowed pages, then finally tucked them into his sleeve.

He was indeed quite curious about this method of ascending to the clouds.

At that time, Tai Nanzi did not rise out of thin air completely. He still had clouds and mist under his feet, stepped on rocks, ascended into the air and rode the wind. It looked like the cloud-stepping technique used by a proper immortal.

I don't know what will happen after I learn it.

After discussing these matters, Lin Jiang then told Tai Nanzi the information he had first obtained from Fang Gutou.

After hearing Lin Jiang mention the tax collectors, Tai Nanzi also fell into deep thought.

“This person…I’ve seen him before.” Tai Nanzi touched his forehead and recalled: “He was an accountant who would come and go from the mountain every six months. He carried a writing brush and an abacus. He had a pointed mouth and monkey-like face. I had never met him before and thought he was a merchant. I never expected him to be a bandit from the bandit camp.”

Fang Xuanzi pondered for a moment: "If he comes here once every six months, judging by the time, it seems like he'll be here in the next couple of days."

Lin Jiang and Tai Nanzi both looked at Fang Xuanzi. Fang Xuanzi scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "I ran into that accountant at the foot of the mountain last time. If he's on time, he'll probably come up the mountain in a day or two."

"Then I'll stay for another day or two. If I happen to run into that accountant, I'll have some questions for him."

The two Taoist priests nodded repeatedly.

The people in this mountain stronghold who collect money are probably quite capable. They have only just reclaimed Ta Yunxia, ​​and none of their disciples know how to kill. If they were to encounter a barbarian who ran rampant on the mountain, they really wouldn't be able to stop him.

After the main business was discussed, Lin Jiang suddenly said:
"Speaking of taking on many disciples, there is a suitable candidate."

"Is it Brother Niu Man?" Fang Xuanzi remembered Niu Man from back then.

"It was him, after spending time with me, who showed me some backbone."

"That's enough. Please inform him, young master, to come up the mountain."

"good."

Lin Jiang quickly descended the mountain and soon brought the young man back up.

Niu Man was quite nervous when he went up the mountain.

When the old Taoist priest went mad that day, it did startle the young man who hadn't seen much of the world, but ever since he listened to the old Taoist priest's speech at Ta Yunxia, ​​he no longer had any worries.

As long as the spirit of the Cloud-Treading Sect remains unchanged, this place will still be a prestigious and righteous sect.

When Lin Jiang brought him to Tai Nanzi, Niu Man stood there like a board, his whole body stiff and rigid, unable to stand or sit properly.

"So you are Niu Man?" Tai Nanzi blinked. "I think I've seen you before."

Niu Man couldn't hold back any longer.

You have indeed seen me.

Wasn't I right next to you when you had your episode?

These words rolled three times in his throat before he finally swallowed them and bowed respectfully.

Tai Nanzi straightened his expression:

"I will gladly impart all my knowledge to the person recommended by Young Master Zhu. However, if you enter our sect, you must abide by our rules, refrain from harming good people, and not betray your parents. Would you accept this?"

"nature."

Niu Man bowed down, prostrating himself on the ground.

Tai Nanzi sighed deeply, glanced at Fang Xuanzi who looked somewhat dazed beside him, and then at Niu Man, feeling a pang of melancholy.

Unexpectedly, after many years, he now has two apprentices.

It could be considered fate.

……

Two days later, a carriage arrived in Changyun Town.

The coachman was a young woman dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, expressionless, with a knife at her waist, cold as ice. The carriage itself was quite luxurious, covered in gold trim, clearly a high-class vehicle.

The horse's hooves stopped, the wheels creaked, but the carriage still trembled slightly.

If you listen closely, you can even hear the sounds of panting coming from inside the carriage.

The woman driving was already used to it; she simply turned her head and lowered her voice to speak into the car:

"Master, we have arrived at Changyun Town."

The creaking of the carriage stopped, and after a short while, the curtain was lifted.

The brocade curtain was half-lifted, revealing a pale face. The middle-aged man squinted at the dusty wine flags along the street, a half-sneer escaping his throat:
"Year after year, the same impoverished scene remains."

"Shall we go straight up the mountain?"

"I'm a little hungry, let's find a place to eat first." The middle-aged man reached into the car cabinet, took out a cotton coat and put it on: "Although this place is poor, the only place that makes good pig's head meat is that tastes pretty good, it's a good place to go and try it."

(End of this chapter)