I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 45 Wang Wei
The wind grew stronger, and everyone was terrified, moving even further away from the table.

Some people even called out to Li Bai and the old deer mountain god, "What are you still doing here? That person has angered the ghost!"

"Go quickly, go quickly!"

"Oh dear! You can't even run, really... Old man, you'd better hurry up and run for your life!"

When the guests realized they couldn't persuade the people at that table, they had no time to worry about their questions and all fled for their lives. Some hid under the table, some huddled close to the monk, and some hid in the kitchen with the postmen. Their eyes were wet with tears and snot, and they felt like they had escaped death.

Inside the hall.

The ghost looked over, its voice no longer gentle and soft, but mocking and shrill.

As he sat down, the old deer-mountain god stroked his beard and smiled.

"Sir, you're so mischievous, this ghost might actually think it can become a human."

Those hiding inside the main room were all surprised to hear the words.

Who are these people? From beginning to end, they were completely fearless. Even when faced with ghosts and monsters, they remained calm and composed, drinking as usual.

They are probably not ordinary people.

“Death breeds resentment, and it shall become an evil spirit.” They saw the man in blue speak, looking around, “Its burial place should be this post station.”

“You’re right, sir.”

The old man, who was very old and had white hair and beard, actually agreed.

"When people die, they become ghosts, and ghosts are inherently weaker than humans. I don't know how they died, yet they have such great resentment."

The merchant hid under the table, listening intently.

He had a vague feeling that he had probably encountered an extraordinary person tonight, who spoke of evil spirits with a calm expression and no fear.

This must be a truly virtuous person.

A celestial being.

Some of the merchants wanted to crawl out from under the table, but they were also afraid of being seen by the ghost. Fear mixed with a strange curiosity, they remained curled up, neither rising nor falling, and continued to listen to the sounds coming from inside the room.

He heard the demon's whisper, a laugh that sounded like crying, as if it were angry.

The cold wind felt like boiling water being poured over my back.

The merchants immediately shrank back.

He heard it, and the man was slightly surprised. Then came a sharp, piercing shriek, like hundreds of night owls gouging out their eyes at the same time. It was extremely shrill and terrifying.

The tiles rattled, and everyone hid.

After a few breaths, they finally stopped.

They heard the man in blue speak in a calm tone, as if it were a casual gesture.

"Please come out, everyone."

"We lured it out and waited for a while. After today, this place will no longer be haunted."

The merchant was too afraid to move, the ghost was just too terrifying. He waited until others came out in twos and threes before he finally crawled out from under the table with difficulty. His legs were a little numb and he was trembling.

When the candles were relit, everyone saw the scene inside the main room.

He was speechless for a moment.

The place was a mess; many cups, plates, and bowls were broken, the wine pot was overturned, the ghost was nowhere to be seen, and only a scholar lay unconscious on the ground, his chest rising and falling intermittently.

It's unknown how this vengeful ghost struggled.

The merchant bowed deeply to Jiang She: "Thank you, sir... If it weren't for you, I would probably have been eaten by a vengeful ghost today."

The others also greeted Jiang She.

Seeing that it was safe, the couriers also hid in the kitchen.

The crowd was full of resentment, some of them wanting to argue with the innkeeper, who had almost died there, and the innkeeper hadn't even given them a few words of advice, instead just trying to escape on his own.

They started throwing punches and kicks at each other.

Jiang She withdrew his gaze and picked up the upper room doorplate he had bought earlier from the table.

"The matter is settled for tonight, everyone, go to sleep."

Before leaving, Jiang She saw the monk put his hands together in prayer and bow to him.

Jiang She had a superior room, Lao Lushan had a superior room, Yuan Danqiu and Li Bai had a room, and two servants slept on a shared bed to relieve their fatigue from the journey.

Early the next morning.

After a night's rest, the guests who came to stay were no longer afraid, but only amazed.

Merchants who are usually rushing to transport their goods are sitting at the table today, leisurely drinking millet porridge and leek leaf buns, chatting idly while eating pickled vegetables. They show no sign of being in a hurry.

Like waiting for something.

It wasn't until dawn that the man in blue was seen walking out surrounded by a crowd, holding the cat in his arms.

The crowd immediately became enthusiastic. The merchant rushed forward, saying, "Thank you so much, sir, for last night..."

He bowed and had someone bring out the gifts of gratitude that had been prepared in advance, saying, "I am in the business of selling fabrics and have nothing of value to offer, so these fabrics are all I can use to express my gratitude."

A heavy box of satin silk was carried over.

"Though it is merely an external possession, please accept it, sir!"

Seeing one person step forward, the others chimed in with their own opinions.

"Exactly! I almost lost my life. That ghost last night was terrifying. It might have been a vengeful spirit, definitely a vengeful spirit!"

"How on earth did he die? The boss's resentment."

Jiang She listened politely, then looked at the courier and beckoned him over.

The courier was terrified last night, but he saw a wise man subdue the troublesome ghost, thus settling a major matter on his mind, and everything he did was in accordance with his wishes.

"Could you take me to see the sealed-off upper room?"

The courier's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

……

The main house was a separate courtyard, covered in a layer of dust. These few postmen didn't come to clean it often, but it had obviously been tidied up. There were no bloodstains or bloodstains, only an unpleasant smell.

Li Bai followed behind, looked around, and pointed to a tree near the courtyard wall.

"It should be right here."

The postmen looked at Jiang She.

Jiang She nodded, and the group then began to dig with shovels and picks.

The cat, curious, went over to watch as the people turned the soil with shovels, its paws reaching out as if it wanted to dig too. Jiang She then lifted it up.

Half an hour later.

Only then did they stop.

"There really are dead people..."

"Ugh, the flesh is rotting," the innkeeper frowned, covering his mouth and nose as if he was about to vomit. "How long has he been dead?"

"This outfit looks familiar..."

When Jiang She saw them dig out the dead body, all the postmen at the post station gathered around, both frightened and curious, watching intently.

Suddenly someone recognized her: "Isn't that the butcher's wife? Why is she buried here...?"

The dead woman was none other than Wang San's wife, who had knife wounds on her body. No one knew what had happened. The couriers who knew her whispered among themselves, thinking of Wang San's current state of madness and his skill in slaughtering pigs, and a chill ran down their spines.

The postmen looked at the expert.

Jiang She had no intention of getting involved in these matters.

He said, "Please report this to the authorities and let them make a judgment."

Now that it was morning, amidst the reluctant gazes of the crowd, Jiang She and his entourage resumed their journey. The monk Zhiyuan hesitated, wanting to say something but ultimately watching the carriages slowly depart.

The couriers dared not accept any more lodging fees and returned them all.

Li Bai looked at the old Deer Mountain God, remembering that the Deer Mountain God was a deity of Deer Gate Mountain.

They probably shouldn't go too far.

The Old Deer Mountain God looked at Jiang She.

He smiled and said, "This humble god will see you off for a while longer, sir."

As they were talking, they saw another carriage hurrying past from the opposite direction. Judging from the decorations on the carriage and horses, it was something only aristocratic families could afford.

I wonder who they are and what they're rushing off to.

……

……

In the evening, after a hurried journey, we finally made it into the city.

A horse-drawn carriage arrived at Lu Xiang's house.

Lu Xiang was surprised, wondering what his friend, covered in dust, had come for. He personally greeted him, ordering his servants to quickly fetch a change of clothes, and the kitchen immediately brought food.

"Mojie, what are you doing...?"

"I came here as soon as I received your letter."

The young man hurried along, his face washed with a towel by a servant. He was fair-skinned and possessed a graceful and elegant bearing. Dressed in a long, flowing robe, he appeared like a refined scholar after a recent rain, exuding an extraordinary air.

he asks:

"Where do those immortals live?"

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