I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 78 Wheat Ripens 1700 Times
Chaos reigned outside. The Prince of Qi sent men to Xiangyang, who searched the land thoroughly, trying to find traces of the immortal.

How Wang Wei recalled their first encounter, asking all the neighbors in Jixianfang in search of that wise man.

Many people went to the temple built by the county magistrate to visit and offer incense, but in the end, the gods did not appear, and their wishes did not come true. The temple gradually became deserted again.

What rewards and consolations did the King of Qi receive for presenting the elixir?

Jiang She was completely unaware.

At this moment, he was walking on a mountain path. Yunmeng Mountain was not far from Luoyang, and Qingyunzi had invited him to visit.

Yunmeng Mountain is located on the eastern foothills of the Taihang Mountains. The mountain is covered with tall trees and has a special barrier that makes it impossible for ordinary people to see the immortal mountain where cultivators reside.

Occasionally, I would overhear two or three people talking, and I would assume there were demons or ghosts in the mountains, so I recorded it in the county annals.

There was another matter that Jiang She was quite interested in.

Wei County, which is located near the Qi River, was the capital of the State of Wei for more than 400 years during the late Shang Dynasty and the Western Zhou Dynasty.

Song.

A thousand years ago, wise men like Jizi, Weizi, and Bigan lived here.

King Zhou ruled the world from here.

Guiguzi and Jing Ke both came from this place.

Today, many surnames, such as Lin, Wei, Shang, Sun, and Kang, originated here and have since migrated far away.

Several people stood on the mountain path, looking into the distance.

A spiritual practitioner has clear and sharp eyesight.

A thousand years have passed, and only a few sections of the city wall remain, low and dilapidated. In summer, wild grasses grow vigorously, with wild wheat and miscanthus growing taller than the city wall itself.

The dusty winds blew, making one sigh.

The old deer mountain god noticed that Jiang She's gaze lingered on him for a long time.

"What are you thinking about, sir?"

Jiang She asked, "How far away is the Shang Dynasty from us?"

The old deer mountain god did some mental calculations: Chaoge was mainly the capital during the reign of King Zhou of Shang, which is quite a distance from now...

He replied, "Seventeen hundred years."

Seventeen hundred years have passed, Jiang She thought to himself. It is now the thirteenth year of the Kaiyuan era. If we add another seventeen hundred years, it will be the twenty-fifth century.

Standing at a certain point in history.

Looking at heaven and earth, looking at the human world.

There are no predecessors before me, and no successors after me. That's probably it.

The Old Deer Mountain God saw that Jiang She remained silent for a long time.

"gentlemen?"

The others also looked over, and the cat poked its head out, its paws hooking onto Jiang She's clothes, and climbed onto his shoulder.

"Let's go."

With the world so vast, one feels that joy and sorrow in one's heart are insignificant.

The first-year student asked, "What are you thinking, senior?"

Jiang She snapped out of his reverie, supporting the cat with one hand, and said slowly, "I'm wondering what the world will be like seventeen hundred years from now."

I thought about it for a while.

"The Tang Dynasty must have had hundreds of emperors."

Yuan Danqiu had read more books and witnessed many dynastic changes in history, which he found amusing:

"Maybe it's not even the Tang Dynasty anymore. Who knows which dynasty or era it has passed through."

Jiang She just laughed.

Sanshui stood by, curious.

"Can the Tang Dynasty also die? What happened before?"

Li Bai told her: "Before the Tang Dynasty there was the Sui Dynasty, before the Sui Dynasty there was endless turmoil, before that there was the Jin Dynasty, which came to power through usurpation, and even earlier there were the Han and Qin Dynasties."

"Above Qin were the Western Zhou and Eastern Zhou dynasties, and above the Zhou dynasty for eight hundred years..."

"The Shang Dynasty as we see it before our eyes."

Now, it's just a low-lying section of broken bricks and tiles.

Yuan Danqiu squinted, gazing into the distance through a layer of green waves. He was an ordinary person with average eyesight, unable to see as far as Li Bai and the cultivators.

However, the thought of Master Meng remaining in Xiangyang made him feel a little more at ease.

Sanshui and Chuyi were completely bewildered. They practiced Taoism on the mountain, didn't study Confucian books, and occasionally went down to the county and Luoyang for fun, so no one ever said such things. Only then did they realize that dynasties could perish.

Sanshui thinks the Tang Dynasty is very, very good.

Looking out at the wild fields overgrown with weeds and the dilapidated city walls, I couldn't imagine what it looked like so long ago.

he asks:

"Would the people of Qin, Han, Jin, and Sui view Chaoge in the same way we would?"

"I think so."

Li Bai found it amusing and said, "A thousand years from now, we will also become ancient people."

Sanshui asked, "How far is 1,700 years?"

Jiang She looked at the wild grass blowing in the wind.

He replied:

"Wheat ripens 1,700 times."

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After climbing a mountain path for a while, Sanshui and Chuyi, knowing they didn't know how to fly, strolled leisurely along the path with their master.

Cats can dart through the woods faster than people, and they even have to turn around and wait for someone.

The middle-aged man, Qingyunzi, was still savoring his predecessor's words and was also moved. When the group climbed to the mountainside, all they could see were rocks and vegetation.

While walking down the mountain, there were occasional figures of people, but there was not a single person on the mountain itself.

In the empty mountains, only the chirping of birds can be heard.

Yuan Danqiu couldn't help but ask, "Where is Yunmeng Mountain...?"

The middle-aged man smiled, raised his arm, and flicked his sleeve—

Then the air seemed to swirl, and the previously obscured forest barrier was suddenly cleared. A refreshing coolness washed over me, a gentle breeze blew, and the greenery and vitality of the mountain burst forth.

A long stone staircase gradually came into view.

Mist swirls around, birds chirp and sing. Spring water splashes against the stones, making a clear, tinkling sound.

A middle-aged man stood to the side, his robes fluttering.

"Guest, please come with me."

The two disciples, Sanshui and Chuyi, became excited and chattered, "This is our Yunmeng Mountain! Senior, don't you think it's beautiful?"

"The mountain owner keeps many monkeys, saying it's because of old friendships. I find these monkeys the most annoying, and the birds are annoying too. When Sanshui and I eat something, they snatch it from us, and if they can't take it, they peck at us."

The cat tilted its furry head back, looking at the birds in the woods that were bigger than it.

His round eyes narrowed into slits.

The sound came out of the mouth.

Everyone gazed at the beautiful mountain scenery. As far as the eye could see, it was vast and quiet. Although it was called Yunmeng Mountain, it actually seemed to be more like a range of mountains within hundreds of miles.

They walked for a while.

Then they saw pedestrians, houses, and even farmland.

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu stared intently at the scene. Seeing that the field was empty except for the wooden puppet, they were even more astonished. "Could this be some kind of immortal magic?"

Jiang She examined the wood carving, a vague feeling stirring within him. It was actually somewhat similar to the messenger god made by the old man, and they should have originated from the same source.

One was used for tilling the land, while the other was used to fill the void with spirits and suck people's life essence.

Sanshui's eyes sparkled. New friends had come to a place she was familiar with, and she and her junior brother introduced them to each other all the way, without even getting tired of talking.

"These are wooden golems; they're perfect for tilling the land."

The middle-aged man chose a spot for his senior, located on a mountaintop, where he could see the sea of ​​clouds and the sunrise.

He invited the group to rest in the open pavilion, with his two disciples, Sanshui and Chuyi, keeping them company and chatting. He also summoned a servant to bring wine and spiritual fruits. He was very thoughtful, even giving the cat some meat to eat.

He transformed into a stream of light to meet his master, the sect leader, Master Jiwei.

Upon reaching the temple at the summit, he saw that indigo-clad figure and sighed softly, his heart filled with complex emotions.

He bowed respectfully and said:
"Master, I'm back."

"My senior brother lived to the age of ninety-one, but he went astray and has passed away."

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)