I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 98 A Thousand Mountains in Wind and Snow, Soaring Through Clouds and Mist

Jiang She spent the entire day saying goodbye.

The hermit of Yunmeng Mountain couldn't refuse their hospitality. When Master Jiwei and Master Qingyun heard that Jiang She was leaving, they specially came out of their seclusion to see him off, but Jiang She politely declined.

Even Ao Bai did not return to the Wei River to manage water affairs, but stayed an extra day.

The day I left was also coincidentally.

It snowed heavily.

On this last noon, Jiang She drank fish soup cooked with clouds and mist, and his body and mind felt like clouds and mist, drifting in the mountain breeze.

I heard the birds flapping their wings in the snow in the forest.

He then sat and talked with a hermit in the mountains.

Yunmeng Mountain was quite restrained, only sending Master Jiwei, Qingyunzi, Sanshui, and Chuyi to see them off; all of them were people with whom they had a past relationship.

You can say it's a friend, or you can say it's a fellow traveler.

Under the sky and on the ground, a silvery light shone brightly, and the vast expanse of snow resembled a white mist.

Sanshui let the paper cat out and watched with fondness as the two cats rolled around in the snow, sniffing each other.

Her face was red from the cold in the snow. She looked up at Jiang She and suddenly felt a pang of reluctance. She opened her mouth, but felt embarrassed and couldn't say anything.

I just squatted down and petted the two cats that were fighting together.

Will I ever see my senior again?

Jiang She smiled gently.

He patted the two children's heads; they were fluffy and looked a bit like kittens.

Seriously:
"Will do."

Seeing how much the two children cherished the paper cat, Jiang She thought for a moment and then casually touched the paper cat.

Using the falling snowflakes as ink, they wrote down incantations.

He murmured, "From now on, the wind will not blow me away, nor will it bend and break me."

"It won't get wet when it rains."

"It will not burn when placed in fire."

"Dust shuns filth, and the mind arises naturally."

He then looked at the two young disciples and handed the paper cat back to them. Having absorbed human energy, the paper cat turned back into a yellow tabby cat. It didn't understand anything, just lowered its head and licked its paws, while he groomed the black cat.

Sanshui and Chuyi didn't quite understand either.

I simply said thank you, senior.

Only behind the two, Master Jiwei and Qingyunzi changed their expressions, looking at this predestined fate with surprise, unable to bear to interrupt.

Jiang She laughed: "From now on, the path of cultivation will be long, and I will have a cat to keep me company."

After saying this, he cupped his hands in greeting to the group.

It was a farewell.

He scooped the tiny black cat from the ground into his arms, then turned and walked to the cliff face. He stood with Li Bai, Yuan Danqiu, and the Old Deer Mountain God.

Wei Shui Ao Bai watched with mixed feelings.

Clouds and mist gradually emerged beneath Jiang She's feet.

Sanshui and Chuyi, the two young disciples, immediately looked up. They saw the clouds carrying the group of people, floating in the air right in front of them.

Sanshui's eyes widened.

All that could be seen was the figure in blue gradually disappearing into the distance amidst a vast expanse of snow.

Smaller.

Upon seeing this, Ao Bai also turned and left.

Sanshui didn't notice and hurriedly tugged at Qingyunzi's sleeve.

"Master!"

"What is this? Is it a flying technique?" the two young disciples asked eagerly.

Qingyunzi also looked at his master, Master Jiwei.

Master Jiwei stroked his beard, gazing into the distance at the clouds that had become very far away. Even from the mountaintop, the people in the sky appeared extremely distant.

It seems to be the boundary between immortals and mortals.

He murmured, "In ancient times, there were immortals who rode the clouds and traveled the world, unconstrained by mountains and rivers..."

The sky was clear and the air was fresh, with snow piled up on the pine and cypress trees.

Behind them was the pot where fish soup had been simmering, but the soup inside had been drunk up.

There was also food and drink, and the cups and plates were scattered everywhere, as if the person had not yet left.

Sanshui was somewhat disappointed.

With her head drooping, she hugged the paper cat, her face pressed against its warm fur.

Qingyun patted his two disciples on the back, offering silent comfort. Master Jiwei walked ahead, speaking to his two grand-disciples:

“For practitioners like us, there are too many times in our lives to say goodbye to our parents, relatives and friends, teachers and fellow practitioners, and we may even die on the path of seeking the Way.”

"To be able to meet and have a predestined connection is already an extremely joyful thing."

"When people gather together, they should laugh and drink."

Thinking that his two children were only ten years old, Master Jiwei smiled and changed his words, saying:

"...You are young, you should drink water."

The two disciples, feeling a pang of sadness, began to chatter in front of their master, saying that they hadn't drunk any water, but rather fish soup, which tasted quite good and had no fish bones.

Master Jiwei laughed.

Recalling the fish soup he had just drunk, he had been the head of Yunmeng Mountain for many years and had only tasted it a few times, each time finding it unforgettable.

The old Taoist priest continued:

"After leaving, I felt no regret or disappointment, and left with a hearty laugh, congratulating the other party."

"This is what it means to be a spiritual practitioner."

Amidst the wind and snow of a thousand mountains, how many times in a lifetime can we meet again?

Take care.

The two young disciples listened to the old Taoist's earnest teachings and memorized his words. To them, it was as if a good friend had left; their senior was interesting, patient, and could always produce so many fun little gadgets.

Everything was new and exciting.

From then on, Sanshui and Chuyi went to Luoyang to play, and what they missed was not only the cliff where their master lived, but also the vegetarian meals at Hongdao Temple.

There will be another place to reminisce.

The courtyard where the elders lived.

Ivy climbs inside, there are always snacks on the table, and the old tree next to it doesn't feel like the sunlight is too bright. Even if you're tired from playing and take a nap in the yard, you can wake up to see your elder reading at the table, with a shiny black cat lying on it.

Layman Li and Master Yuan are also good people.

There was also a mountain god...

Sanshui squatted on the ground, and she and her junior brother were hugging the large pot of fish, trying to lift it up and wash it clean.

Suddenly, I heard a very small and indistinct sound.

It's like a child who has just learned to speak, not speaking very clearly yet, with a strange tone, carried by the wind.

"Debt, see..."

Sanshui froze, his hand loosened, and the pot crashed down on his junior brother's foot.

……

……

Jiang She patted the cat and then withdrew his hand.

He deliberately walked slower, leaving Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu speechless.

They watched as the towering mountains gradually receded into the distance, resembling an ink painting amidst the wind and snow.

Above and below, everything was white and silent.

Let alone pedestrians.

Even the magnificent palace seemed as small as an ant.

The wind was biting on both sides, and in front of me seemed to be the bright moon and the red sun.

I have never felt so close to the world.

Li Bai asked, "Is this heaven?"

Yuan Danqiu looked left and right, and looked down, only to see that people were only a thousand feet below. Even the mountains seemed small.

The Old Deer Mountain God was also quietly observing, looking around. From this angle, he gazed at the heavens and earth, examining the mountains and rivers inch by inch. He was deeply awestruck by the grandeur of the world and the profoundness of the Dao, and was speechless.

Among them, there was a long black line that was still clearly visible from the sky. Li Bai asked, "What is this?"

Jiang She took a look.

He said, "It should be the imperial procession, with civil and military officials and tens of thousands of attendants."

So it was the imperial family...

From the sky, they couldn't tell which was the emperor and which was the general. They squinted and tried to identify them for a long time until their eyes were blurry.

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu looked at them curiously.

half an hour.

Yuan Danqiu muttered, "I need to add a couple more lines to the letter to Master Meng."

Li Bai nodded in agreement; he was relieved.

Fortunately, the letter has not been sent out yet.

(End of this chapter)