I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 79 Would you be willing to listen?

After a while, the middle-aged man heard his master's voice: "I received your letter."

"Did you bring back the messenger?"

The middle-aged man rummaged in his sleeve and pulled it out. The fox's ghostly spirit had been dispelled, but it still carried a cold, metallic smell, and the painted eyes were tightly closed. Ever since the expert casually took it from the gambling den, it had been very well-behaved, almost deathly so.

Master Jiwei accepted it.

He looked at the small puppet and sighed, asking:

"Those lost souls..."

"The senior has been saved and returned to the world."

Master Jiwei was taken aback.

"You said in your letter that there were dozens of wandering souls. How were they converted? Did you find out?"

The middle-aged man recalled what he had seen on the mountaintop that day and exclaimed in amazement: "That senior's Taoist magic was profound. With just a wave of his hand, those ghosts regained their senses and were no longer in a state of ferocity or death."

Jiwei Zhenren remained silent.

"...Master?"

The middle-aged man then said, "I invited that senior to be a guest at Yunmeng Mountain. He was accompanied by a mountain god and two mortals."

"Mountain God?"

"He was a fellow traveler of that senior. I heard he was the mountain god of Mount Lumen."

Mount Lumen...

The story of the mortal's grand dream, the mountain god's banquet, the hunter's encounter with the immortal, and the scholar's poem at Lumen Mountain in Xiangyang has already been heard by the True Man Jiwei.

"Please come quickly!"

The middle-aged man turned and left, then heard someone say behind him.

"That's all."

"I will pay a visit in person."

……

……

Jiang She and his companions sat in the open pavilion, which was situated at a very high altitude, overlooking a rolling sea of ​​clouds. Beside them were green pines growing from the cracks in the rocks, and a gentle breeze rustled through the air, without a trace of the summer heat from the foot of the mountain.

Looking down, there is a bottomless abyss beneath the clouds, which inspires awe.

Jiang She was seated next to Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu.

They looked down at the cliffs below, their hearts pounding with fear.

Looking at the churning sea of ​​clouds and the blazing sun in the sky, I felt a surge of longing and pride.

Two conflicting emotions.

Yuan Danqiu sighed, "No wonder, even children in Yunmeng Mountain have to learn the art of flying."

"If he were to fall, he would probably be smashed to pieces."

The water on the stove is boiling.

Jiang She took out a packet of tea from his sleeve. He drank it in a rough way, without the fancy tea-making techniques of today. He simply asked someone to bring a teapot, poured in some roasted tea, boiled it with hot water, and the tea soup turned green. He drank it like that to soothe his throat.

It wasn't that he didn't want to drink plain water. At that time, the water was mostly well water and river water, which wasn't very clean. More particular families would boil it before drinking.

At this time, there are many more people drinking tea and alcohol.

Sanshui asked curiously, "Senior always carries tea with you?"

"Yes."

Chu Yi stared at the empty sleeve, noticing that it was empty.

"Won't that be inconvenient?"

"Fortunately."

"Senior, it seems your sleeves are empty."

"It also contained some things."

"Why do I never see the senior making these kinds of tea?"

"They were all wrapped up beforehand; it took a long time to prepare."

How long is it?

"..."

Jiang She did not reply.

Old Deer Mountain God watched Sanshui and Chuyi with a smile, asking them one question after another. The children were very curious and insisted on getting to the bottom of things.

The cat was nestled in his arms, and its ears twitched.

A burst of laughter came from not far away, and two figures gradually walked over. The middle-aged man scolded, "Stop talking so much!" He then bowed to Jiang She and apologized.

"It's alright." Upon seeing a Taoist priest with graying temples approaching, the middle-aged man turned to the side and introduced him.

"This is my master, the headmaster of Yunmeng Mountain."

“This is that senior,” he continued, introducing in turn, “This is the mountain god, the Taoist priest, and the poet.”

"My Taoist name is Jiwei. Greetings, sir."

"Jiang She, you are too polite."

The others then exchanged greetings and introductions.

The cat tilted its head and looked for a while, then suddenly meowed.

Master Jiwei was somewhat taken aback. Everyone stared at the small black cat curled up in a ball. Its eyes were emerald green. Seeing so many people looking at it, it didn't know what was happening and flicked its tail.

Master Jiwei had seen many strange and supernatural beings. After observing them for a while, he discerned some of their nature.

Smiling, he cupped his hands in greeting and said:

"Cats are fine too."

Jiang She patted the cat's head.

Master Jiwei sat down, and the group drank tea and ate snacks. He asked, "The news down the mountain is quite lively. I wonder if you are the master who passed through Xiangyang and made nineteen people have a great dream and live a long life?"

"it's me."

"Is this a Taoist technique for creating dreams?"

"Not exactly." Jiang She explained carefully, "I saw an ant hole under the tree, so I borrowed the place and let them have a dream, in which they could gain fame or live a life of seclusion. It was just a mischievous thought in my mind at the time."

Master Jiwei and the middle-aged man were taken aback.

Sanshui and Chuyi exchanged a glance, wanting to ask a question. But they had just been reprimanded, and were surrounded by elders and their elders' elders, so they swallowed their words.

Jiang She laughed: "Say what you want to say."

Sanshui glanced quickly at his master and immediately asked, "Why can ants induce dreams?"

Grade 7: "Do ants have countries too?"

Jiang She: "You can ask Danqiu Zi. He was one of the people who appeared in my dream that day, so he probably knows more."

The situation immediately caused an uproar. Even the middle-aged man, who was usually composed and mature, hadn't expected to have someone with such experience beside him, and couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

Yuan Danqiu was questioned by the two children for a long time. He stroked his beard and answered them with a smile, telling them about his experiences in the ancient locust kingdom. He said that the scenery was different from that of the human world. He talked until his throat was dry and he was very proud.

Jiwei Zhenren is looking at Jiang She with a new perspective.

"You have a good understanding of the finer things in life."

"I wonder what kind of magic this is?"

"It was just a spur-of-the-moment thought," Jiang She said. "Ants also have life, death, and kingdoms; it's just a way to lure people into a dream."

He then brought up the matter of Prince Qi seeking elixirs at the Hongdao Temple.

He said, "That day, a wisp of breeze leaked out and made some noise, which was noticed by the people in the Taoist temple. The elixir has become quite popular. I wonder if it will cause trouble for the abbot."

I sounded somewhat apologetic.

With a thought, Master Jiwei made a quick calculation.

He said, "You are overthinking it."

“Two generations back from Hongdao Temple, the abbot was a disciple I once took in. He cultivated on the mountain for decades, then went down the mountain to gain experience, and never returned.”

“Hongdao Temple has some Taoist traditions, and the abbot, Master Taihe, knows a bit about them. Having spent a long time in temples and monasteries, he is used to seeing people's hearts and knows how to deal with them.”

"You need not worry too much."

Jiang She expressed his gratitude.

Sanshui and Chuyi then learned that Hongdao Temple had previously belonged to their uncle or senior uncle.

They turned to look at their master, somewhat curious.

"Why has Grandmaster never mentioned this before?"

Master Jiwei smiled, patted the heads of the two children, and said to Jiang She:
"In my life, I have taken in thirteen disciples, many of whom were devoted to the Tao and had no worldly desires."

“Over the past three hundred years, some people, nearing the end of their lives, have been unable to see through the illusions and have strayed onto the evil path.”

"Some enter the mortal world and never return."

"Some went down the mountain, passed the imperial examination, became officials, married new wives, and had many children."

“Some who sought the Way but failed have already withered away.”

"Would you be willing to listen?"

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