I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 57 It's good to be an immortal, and it's good to be in the mortal world.

Wang Jin was considered young among the students, only around twenty years old, and he was also prone to getting drunk. The man asked him twice before he finally remembered what he was doing and answered.

"Yes, I've read some. How did you know?"

My classmate said, "My family has some books in our collection. Brother Mojie asked my uncle about them."

Wang Jin was also puzzled as to why his elder brother had suddenly developed such a great interest in Taoist scriptures. He thought for a moment and said, "I don't know why either. Perhaps it's because the Taoist trend is so strong in Luoyang these days."

"Big brother wants to see it too, right?"

"There are so many books in the world. If you read Buddhism, you can't miss Taoism."

Wang Jin spoke highly of his elder brother.

After all, his elder brother, Wang Wei, became famous in Luoyang at the age of fifteen, passed the imperial examination at the age of twenty-one with top honors, and was a master of music, thus being promoted to the position of Taile Cheng (Assistant Director of Music) despite his exceptional talent. His fame as a young man had already spread throughout the Tang Dynasty, and he was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

Wang Jin has not yet passed the imperial examination.

They were speaking quite loudly, and everyone around them heard them and glanced at them.

Yuan Danqiu also overheard it.

He said to Mr. Jiang and the others, "That scholar's elder brother is Wang Wei. Luoyang is indeed extraordinary; you can meet remarkable people everywhere."

Li Bai naturally knew Wang Wei and had even heard his poems.

I felt uninterested listening to the hymns.

"Even the most formidable person, is he more formidable than you, sir?"

Seeing him like this, Jiang She vaguely recalled some rumors he had heard before, and couldn't help but smile, his smile somewhat mischievous.

Before Li Bai could ask, he picked up his wine cup and looked at the mountain god.

"With the mountain god gone, and now that Lumen Mountain has become famous, will it cause trouble?"

Old Deer Mountain God also frankly said: "Before I left, I had already handed over the mountain seal to someone else, and with the help of the Black Stone Mountain Lord to regulate the earth's veins, there is no chance of any trouble."

Li Bai couldn't help but raise his eyes.

Didn't the mountain god say he would only accompany you for a short while?

It turns out that the mountain seal had already been handed over to someone else and had been properly settled long ago.

He relinquished his position as the mountain lord and wholeheartedly pursued the Great Dao.

Jiang She sensed something, did some calculations, and asked, "Did you send that tiger from the mountains?"

"Sir, you have keen insight."

The old Deer Mountain God, holding his wine cup, laughed and joked, "Who knows, if another emperor dreams of it, Deer Gate Mountain will be renamed Tiger Head Mountain."

Yuan Danqiu, however, did not think so.

"That may not be the case. With such a rare occurrence as encountering a celestial being, it's possible that this mountain will be protected for several more centuries."

As they talked, they discussed things decades or centuries into the future, as if describing tomorrow's scene.

The food and drinks were served, and indeed, they tasted quite good. The roasted camel hump meat had no gamey smell at all; the chef at the host's house was skilled, no wonder this dish was famous. Eating it with the drinks made one feel a little more reluctant to leave this bustling world.

Half a peck of wine was empty.

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu drank most of the wine, while Jiang She and the Old Deer Mountain God only drank a few cups, finding it interesting to listen to the conversations of the diners in the hall.

Both Li Yuan and the other man were somewhat drunk.

He went back, put his head on the porcelain pillow, and fell asleep soon after.

Jiang She returned to the courtyard, sat under a tree, leaned against a low table, and gazed at the bright moon in the sky. The moonlight shone on the ground like sparse, remaining snowflakes.

The darkness did not affect his vision, and he picked up the heretical Taoist's cultivation notes to read.

Read with joy, read with freedom.

Read about regrets, read about obsessions.

Read about life and death.

The bustling scene of Luoyang as seen at night.

This overlaps with the tranquility and hardship of spiritual cultivation.

The Old Deer Mountain God pushed open the door and saw the immortal there, reading by the moonlight.

He transformed his clothes into a seamless celestial garment, walked over, and asked with concern, "It's so late, sir. Why are you reading here? Is something on your mind?"

I saw the notebook on the table.

I understood immediately.

Jiang She said gently, "Mountain God, tell me about cultivating the Tao."

The old deer mountain god sat cross-legged opposite him, with a stone table between them. Jiang She thought for a moment, and since there was no wine in the room, he reached out and summoned two cups.

He took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and poured it into a cup.

The old deer mountain god paused.

Sensing the surge of azure energy in the heavens and earth, and looking at the porcelain bottle, he suddenly remembered that it was somewhat similar to the elixir bottle that his master had shown him.

"This……"

Jiang She said, "The Chicheng Xia wine is delicious, but it cannot intoxicate even ghosts and gods." "I think this cup should be enough."

They pushed it in front of the Old Deer Mountain God.

"This...how should I, a humble god..."

“The mountain god can relax a bit,” Jiang She said. “I invited the mountain god to drink, but it seems he didn’t drink very happily this evening.”

"How can earthly wines compare to this?"

Jiang She laughed.

"What's the difference? Clear wine, cloudy wine, immortal wine, all for the sake of getting drunk."

The old mountain god carefully picked up the cup. He knew he possessed magical powers and would never let the wine in the cup spill, but he was as cautious as when he first became a mountain god and adjusted the earth's veins.

Take a sip.

He felt relaxed all over, but was surprised inside.

He thought for a moment and said, "This little god was born from a wild deer in the mountains and became a spirit by accident. However, he only has consciousness and can speak some human language, but he knows nothing about cultivation."

"He was captured by hunters in the mountains and thought he was going to die, but he was bought by a scholar."

Jiang She asked, "Is it Lu Sheng?"

Every wrinkle and beard on the old deer mountain god's face revealed his longing.

nodded.

"It was him. Later, when he saw me speak, he was startled and let me go back to the mountains. Curious about this strange thing, he secretly went to the mountains to check on me and even brought me some fruit from the foot of the mountain..."

"Later, he borrowed many books for me. Books were not as easy to obtain as they are now. He never mentioned the difficulties he faced; I only learned about them later."

"I realized it a little too late; he had already passed away by then."

The old mountain god recounted the events of eight hundred years ago in detail, as if they had happened yesterday.

I don't know how many times I've thought about it.

Moonlight filtered through the ancient locust tree, shining on the two of them like frost and snow.

Jiang She listened.

"The mountain god knew how difficult it was to cultivate the Tao, so after attaining enlightenment, he often preached the Dharma to the mountain beasts."

A rare, ashamed smile appeared on the face of the old deer mountain god.

He humbly said, "What is this? It's just a small gain. I told them about it, but later I realized it was wrong, not the right path, and cannot be compared with the Great Way."

Jiang She knew, however, that this was already quite impressive.

The mountain god spoke again.

"I see that you, sir, have few visitors. You must be in seclusion there."

Jiang She said, "It's a peaceful life."

Since the conversation had already begun, he leaned back on the armchair and said that he had been practicing asceticism in the mountains for many years and rarely interacted with people. He initially lived in the town, and for several years his appearance remained unchanged, which frightened the neighbors, who whispered and gossiped about him.

He only realized these things after hearing them, and then he felt a deep sense of emotion.

"I'm afraid if we don't leave soon, those mortals will report us to the authorities."

The old deer mountain god couldn't help but laugh when he thought about that scene, stroking his beard and laughing.

"Mortals' talk of seeking immortality is mostly just wishful thinking. They may think it sounds carefree and unrestrained, and they may yearn for it, but if they really had the chance to be in front of him, they probably wouldn't be able to give up their worldly desires."

Even if you're willing to give it up, you'll likely regret it later.

Jiang She agreed.

The story told to the old deer mountain god was amusing. But there was more to it than that—

After that, he put aside his long-cherished wish and regarded it as a journey through the world, no longer thinking about returning.

So we decided to go down the mountain for a trip.

Thus, I entered the mortal world.

I met many historical figures. I saw Li Bai, Yuan Danqiu, and Meng Haoran at the Xiangyang Mountain Temple, and heard about Wang Wei's great name in Luoyang.

I also met people not recorded in history: mountain gods, earth spirits, fierce tigers, my neighbor Xu Dalang, Cheng Zhi, the magistrate of Xiangyang County, the old abbot of Qingxu Temple, and the Venerable Zhou Ling of the Jin Dynasty…

I will meet many more people in the future.

The cat was curled up in the bamboo basket, sleeping soundly and purring softly.

Jiang She chatted with the mountain god for a long time, drinking wine and listening to the wind rustling through the leaves, until the moon was high in the sky. Finally, the cat woke up, yawning and stretching. Hearing voices, it trotted over with its tail held high.

He called out to the person under the moon.

Jiang She patted the cat.

Being an immortal is good, but being in the mortal world is also good.

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