I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 300 Thunder Responds
Inside the temple, several terrifying-looking demons had transformed into human form and were sitting on the ground, raising their cups to drink.

Beside him, a fox spirit played music, and a mountain spirit sang a long song.

Not far away, there were many Buddha statues piled up haphazardly.

Over time, the wind has worn and faded the face, leaving only the lifeless eyes to be depicted and outlined with compassion by the craftsman.

Insects crawled around on it, making a rustling sound.

In the corner, a spider is spinning its web.

The thin, delicate spider web swayed gently in the cold wind.

Several spirits were drunk.

They were dressed like royalty, adorned with luxurious clothes and precious ornaments. The moonlight shone on their garments, making even the jewels and gold and silver pendants less radiant.

One of the "people" is holding a wine cup.

Dressed in white, he smiled and said:

How many people in this world can live as happily as you and me?

The other "person" was dressed in black. He had a huge string of Buddhist beads around his neck.

Upon closer inspection, they were all made from polished bone, with a greasy, pale sheen on the surface.

The man in black looked on with interest.

"I'm afraid there aren't any."

He casually pulled a trembling maidservant holding a wine pot to his side, lifted her chin with his rough fingers, and examined her appearance as if inspecting merchandise.

The maid was so frightened that her face turned pale and she could barely breathe.

The man in black frowned.

"This one is a bit too delicate-looking; I'm afraid it won't taste good."

The man in white laughed loudly.

He examined it carefully for a moment, but could hardly discern a trace of kindness. The man in white smiled and said:

"The Night Watchers are being investigated more strictly these days, so you'd better behave yourself."

"It doesn't matter if one or two beads are missing from the prayer beads. Such a beautiful woman is rare; to carve her into bone beads would be a terrible waste."

The other "people" around him all had their own opinions.

Their voices were either high-pitched and thin or deep and rough.

Are we afraid of some night watchman?

"Right! He's not the City God."

Why would the City God concern himself with us?

"The two cities are teeming with demons and monsters, all of them of lowly origin. How could he possibly set foot there?"

"Even if they do come, they'll be nothing more than civil and military judges..."

“I heard that Judge Wu recently suffered a head injury for some reason and is now in a daze. We can easily find an excuse to cover it up.”

"Is there still this?"

"In my opinion, we should do whatever we want! We live in Chang'an, and as long as we don't eat any high-ranking official or the emperor, what trouble can we possibly cause?"

"That's right, that makes sense!"

"Enjoying life while you can is the right way!"

The group felt even more relieved after reaching an agreement.

They occupied the temple.

They laugh and revel every day, trample gods and Buddhas underfoot, and treat the fears of mortals as delicacies to accompany their drinks.

It was truly a blissful life, like that of an immortal.

This place was originally a small temple that sold Buddhist supplies, but the temple owner died of illness many years ago, and his successor made a mistake and couldn't find a place. In short, it was occupied by these miasma and demons that had become spirits.

The place is remote, and no one cares about it.

As long as they don't have the audacity to take advantage of some high-ranking official, they can continue living such a carefree life.

When these spirits laugh, their voices are actually sobbing and whimpering, like a cold, biting wind.

Playful, bizarre, and unpredictable.

The man in white was drinking when he pointed to two nearby pillars with long pieces of paper pasted on them, with words written on them.

His eyes were blurry with drunkenness as he asked the maid with a smile.

"What does it say on it?"

The maid raised her head, her eyes trembling as she stared at the writing. She was a helper in the pharmacy; she could write her own name and barely recognize a few characters. But reading aloud was far too difficult for her.

But I dared not refuse to answer.

The maid's heart pounded like a drum, and she stammered as she spoke.

"It's a verse, it's a verse... a Buddhist verse."

"What did you write?"

The man in black came over and poured him a drink. He filled the glass to the brim and then drank a large cup himself, the wine dripping down his neck and into his clothes.

He laughed and said:

"Who cares what they write, come on—"

"Drink!"

"It's still early; let's wait until dawn to kill her. Why are you making things difficult for her now?"

The maid trembled even more violently.

The man in white laughed.

"You're right, I shouldn't have asked." A strange laugh, like the wailing of ghosts, rose from inside the temple.

The demons and ghosts sat in the Buddhist temple, their appearance unrestrained, their clothes open.

A maidservant accompanied them, and the bone beads were strung together and tied around the neck of the demon. The moonlight shining through the window illuminated the area, and the faint sound of Buddhist chants could be heard.

The sounds of ghostly wails, drinking and music, and laughter mingled together, while some people chanted Buddhist mantras and laughed uncontrollably.

"Tuk-tuk."

A soft knock sounded, blending into the others and barely noticeable.

Among those seated, only the man in white held a wine glass and looked over.

A glimpse from afar.

A man in blue robes walked in, and the dust on the temple floor tiles silently disappeared, while the grass bent low.

"You all have a very interesting interest."

Jiang She spoke in a calm tone.

Wu Daozi, Li Bai, and Sanshui huddled together. The three of them stood at the doorway, staring in astonishment at the room.

Spiders weave their webs, while ghosts sing and laugh.

The corner was piled with statues of gods and Buddhas, all of which appeared dark and unclear, even almost ferocious.

Those compassionate, weathered Buddha statues seemed as if they were about to come to life and open their eyes at any moment.

There was an inexplicable eerie atmosphere throughout the entire palace.

Wu Daozi believed that it must be the miasma that Hu Binke had mentioned.

Bang bang, bang bang.

Wu Daozi was so nervous that he could hear his own heartbeat.

He glanced at the two people beside him. Li Langjun was just as surprised as he was, and the little boy from Sanshui even covered his mouth.

I saw someone coming.

Many of the people drinking did not get up, but remained seated, drinking with their heads resting on the fox woman's lap, feeling extremely comfortable.

Only the man in white stood up, smiled, and bowed.

When asked...

"What brings you gentlemen here? Would you like to have a drink with us?"

Jiang She glanced around the temple, his gaze lingering on the string of bone beads around the neck of the man in black.

His face was calm, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking; he didn't seem angry or upset.

The man in white was thinking.

Could we be kindred spirits?
Jiang She spoke, and his tone was very polite.

"I brought my cat with me, originally intending to teach her magic."

"It's just that the East Market has been peaceful for a long time, and the demons and ghosts are thriving. Although there is business, it is mostly a matter of mutual consent."

“If this method were applied to them, it would inevitably be unfair.”

"That's why they came to us."

The man in white put down his wine glass; he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

Beside him, the man in black turned the bone beads, narrowed his eyes, looked at the newcomer, and asked.

"So you're here?"

"Try it out."

The demons and ghosts beside him burst into laughter.

These miasma spirits, in their moment of rage, nearly filled the entire temple with oppressive miasma.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Did you hear that? He said he'd use us as a test subject!"

"He really thinks he's something special, hahaha!"

"If it were the City God, I would show him some respect. But this kid has forgotten who he is just because he learned a trick to bluff people. I thought he was here to have a drink."

"Hahaha, looks like we're in for another killing spree today."

"This man is so handsome, even if he were sculpted into a skull, he would look good. And that black cat, it has nice eyes, perfect for making a pair of beads."

"Excellent!"

Eerie laughter filled the air.

Mountain spirits howl by day, and miasma demons weep by night.

Jiang She remained calm, lowered his head to stroke the cat, and spoke in a more serious tone.

"Since you're going to learn thunder magic, it might be a bit tough for Cat."

"Are you ready now?"

The cat's eyes were wide open, and it was looking very carefully.

"I'm ready."

Just as these demonic creatures were laughing heartily, Jiang She flicked his sleeve.

"Boom... boom boom..."

High in the sky.

Thunder roared in response.

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)