I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 73: What kind of cultivation level is it?

Li Bai straightened his sleeves.

Why bring this up for no reason?

Meeting Yuan Danqiu's burning gaze, Jiang She nodded.

He said, "There is indeed a hanged ghost under the old locust tree at the Lu family's house. It doesn't harm people, and the mountain god hasn't driven it away. Taibai, being a bit mischievous, pulled out the hanged ghost's long tongue."

Then his gaze fell on Yuan Danqiu's neck.

Yuan Danqiu felt a pang of anxiety and touched his neck and back.

Jiang She urged narrow passage:
"Now it seems the truth has come out."

The middle-aged man from Yunmeng Mountain, along with the two young disciples, were stunned when they heard about the mountain god...

My heart was filled with turmoil.

Does this senior also know local mountain gods or similar deities?

Judging from the tone, it was so casual, even suggesting that they were more than just acquaintances... Which mountain god could exorcise ghosts for people?

It was like a dream, listening to the elders chatting with others.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, but it took him a while to find his voice.

"...Mountain God?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Sanshui and Chuyi beside him immediately erupted in chatter, vying to ask questions:
"Is the mountain god the kind of ruler of a mountain that I imagine?"

"What does the mountain god look like? Do you even know the mountain god, senior?"

"Mountain gods can exorcise ghosts? I wonder which mountain's deity it is?"

"Will I be able to see Chu Yi too?"

Li Bai felt completely at ease listening to this.

He slightly raised his chin, looking at the two small children, and then kept glancing at Mr. Jiang.

Jiang She smiled.

"It should be possible."

Their eyes practically sparkled as they tilted their heads back and stared straight at Jiang She.

"senior!"

Even the usually calm, composed, and somewhat rigid middle-aged man looked over, his gaze intense.

Jiang She thought of the old Deer Mountain God, who was still fast asleep several days later. He had no idea that the green liquid was so intoxicating.

He had previously been serving it as wine to the two scholars on the boat.

Those two probably won't sleep for long...

Jiang She thought for a moment.

"The mountain god has drunk some wine, so we will probably have to wait until he wakes up to see him."

Sanshui immediately said.

"Then I'll visit again tomorrow."

Li Bai laughed and said, "The mountain god and you were traveling together. You drank some wine a while ago and got very drunk. You haven't woken up yet."

Yuan Danqiu felt a tickle in his heart and said, "I wonder when I'll sober up."

The middle-aged man was astonished.

"Is there really such a wine in the world?"

"Could it make the ruler of this land so drunk?"

Actually, there was no smell of alcohol at all. Jiang She recalled the green liquid he had extracted while refining elixirs; it was the condensation of the pure and spiritual energy of heaven and earth into water. The taste, however, was pleasant, with a refreshing aroma that gave one a sense of intoxication.

From this perspective...

I need to be more careful when drinking with others in the future.

Footsteps approached from not far away. Jiang She looked towards the main hall, where the Taoist priests from Hongdao Temple were walking towards them.

"I hope you are well, my guest."

The abbot walked over with a smile, and for some reason, Jiang She noticed that his beard was somewhat disheveled.

The abbot apologized:
"My strength is limited, and those children are too talkative, causing us to disturb our distinguished guests."

The middle-aged man, Qingyunzi, along with his two young apprentices, had visited several times before, and the abbot recognized them.

He looked at the other three, his gaze landing on Yuan Danqiu, who was also wearing a Taoist robe.

The abbot stroked his beard and asked with a smile:
"I have never seen you three before, and I do not know who you are..."

Yuan Danqiu raised his hand in greeting and said with a smile, "I am Yuan Danqiu. I traveled to Luoyang with you, sir. You met the hermit of Yunmeng Mountain, and that eunuch, unaware of my background, invited me, a nobody, along with him."

He stepped aside and introduced himself:
"This is a gentleman, surnamed Jiang."

"This is Li Bai."

The abbot invited them to the main room and ordered his servants to prepare tea and snacks, and asked his disciples to keep them company. He still had to deal with the officials left behind by the Prince of Qi, to explain the details of alchemy to them, and to give them a list. "Abbot, please go and attend to your business."

The disciples entertained the guests from Yunmeng Mountain, speaking and greeting them.

He gradually realized that these distinguished guests all respected the young man in blue, addressing him either as "senior" or "sir."

That young man Jiang looks even younger than him!

Hongdao Temple has some connections with Yunmeng Mountain, and its disciples vaguely know some things about cultivation.

It is said that people with spiritual cultivation cannot feel the heat or cold, and have no trace of age on their bodies. Some even look like young people when they are seventy or eighty years old.

Is the person in front of me the same?
Jiang She noticed that the Taoist priest had become distracted while talking.

He picked up his teacup and slowly sipped the tea. No matter how many times he drank it, he still couldn't get used to it. The taste was full of spices and salt, and it always felt a bit like braising liquid.

He chuckled and asked, "What are you thinking, Taoist priest?"

The disciple blurted out, "May I ask how old Mr. Jiang is?"

After saying that, he felt a little regretful. This was a guest, and a distinguished guest whom his master had instructed him to treat well.

He hurriedly apologized.

Jiang She didn't care about that. After thinking about it, he thought, "It's two lifetimes combined..."

"It should be larger than the Taoist priest thought."

The group pondered the meaning behind those words.

Sanshui and Chuyi tilted their heads back and stared intently at their senior.

The room was quiet for a while.

The middle-aged man tapped each of his disciples on the head and asked the Taoist:
"Is your master, the Taoist Taihe, going to prepare for alchemy?"

The disciple snapped out of his daze: "Yes, Prince Qi is in poor health. His subjects heard that Master is skilled in alchemy and medicine, so they asked Master to refine pills."

"What kind of elixir do you want to refine?"

The middle-aged man had just seen the body of the Prince of Qi. The embroidered pillow was shiny on the surface, but in reality, it was already quite weak. Even if he were to cultivate Taoism, it would be too late.

The disciple said, "Master plans to use ginseng, honey, poria cocos... to make pills, but the formula has not yet been decided."

The middle-aged man frowned.

"Without metal or stone?"

With such distinguished guests before him, the disciple frankly said, "Master, I dare not use it. Given Prince Qi's current condition, taking some Rongyang pills to nourish his body would be fine."

"If one were to use metals and stones to refine elixirs..."

“If Your Majesty has any problems with the medicine, our Hongdao Temple will be in turmoil and will be held accountable by the imperial court.”

The middle-aged man nodded.

He took a medicine bottle from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"This is the nectar I collected from Yunmeng Mountain. It is refreshing and nourishing to the lungs, and should have some effect. Although it cannot prolong life, it can make people feel more comfortable."

"If the abbot still cannot do it in the end, then let the king drink this bottle of nectar."

The disciple was startled.

I never expected Yunmeng Mountain to bring out something so valuable.

"Thank you, senior!"

Seeing his surprise, the middle-aged man remained calm and said, "There's no need to say that I came from Yunmeng Mountain. It's just to relieve an old friend's worries. I've been wanting peace and quiet for too long and don't want to get involved in these things."

The disciple carefully put away the medicine bottle; it came from a sacred mountain.

"I am already very grateful..."

"On behalf of the entire Hongdao Temple, I thank you, senior!"

At this point, seeing that the other experts weren't in the mood for conversation, the disciple wisely kept quiet. He simply watched with a smile as Sanshui and Chuyi whispered amongst themselves.

The Prince of Qi had a grand procession with hundreds of attendants, and these people only mentioned him briefly when talking about the abbot.

What ordinary people consider a matter of utmost importance is less important to spiritual practitioners than the cranes on the mountain.

The middle-aged man still had the "mountain god" that Jiang She had casually mentioned in his mind, as well as the wine that could make the mountain god get drunk.

This person's Taoist arts seem to be even more profound than he had expected.

He could associate with the lords of mountains, rivers, and lakes, and even the fish demon from the Luo River followed him all the way. He spoke of the Great Dao with ease and composure, which was truly captivating.

Just how skilled are they...?

The middle-aged man felt a greater sense of respect.

he asks:

"Master Taihe learned some alchemy techniques from my Yunmeng Mountain, and there may be some mistakes. I am not skilled in this art and have no way to point them out."

"I wonder if you, senior, have any knowledge of alchemy?"

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