I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 107 Seeking Immortals, Yet Unattainable

The subordinate official bowed.

"When I went to Xiangyang to investigate, I asked several people in the area who had encountered the immortal, only to learn that the immortal had already left. The local magistrate and governor had not seen the immortal's face and were searching for him everywhere."

"He seems to have vanished these past few months, nowhere to be found."

The subordinate official sighed.

He was also worried about the king's health: "I'm afraid the traces of immortals are not something that mortals can see."

And said:

"The matter of immortals is too ethereal. Your Majesty has already petitioned to invite several of the former disciples of Master Sun..."

The scholar Sun was referring to was Sun Simiao.

Princess Wan'an pursed her lips.

However, after only a year apart, Prince Qi had fallen seriously ill. She had also heard from her maid in private that Prince Qi's health was probably not good. The imperial physicians had come to examine him, but to no avail.

Of all the uncles, the fourth uncle was the closest to them and often sent them gifts.

Princess Wan'an left the place where Prince Qi was resting.

A maidservant accompanied her from behind. When they went outside, they could see many officials feasting, drinking fine wine, with the pipa being played, the lights shining brightly, and hundreds of servants attending them.

Princess Wan'an stopped and looked for a while.

The maid was somewhat worried.

"Princess……"

Princess Wan'an waved her hand.

"It is only right that they feast and drink. They have been traveling for more than ten days and are already tired. I do not blame them."

Tens of thousands of people went to Mount Tai to perform the Fengshan ceremony together.

Are you going to blame them all?
Princess Wan'an glanced at it a few times, then walked away with her entourage. All the way, she kept her lips tightly pressed together, oblivious to the joyous congratulations, stubbornly passing through the bustling crowds of guests.

As darkness fell and the wind grew colder, a chill swept over us.

The maidservant who was following behind whispered her advice:
"If all goes well tomorrow, we will arrive in Yanzhou. Then we will no longer need to travel, and Prince Qi's health will improve."

"Princess, it's chilly here. Why don't we go back and rest?"

Princess Wan'an refused.

She was in a state of great turmoil.

Her grandfather passed away when she was still an infant. As a result, she entered the Taoist path to pray for her grandfather.

Last winter, King Shen passed away.

Now, another uncle is seriously ill.

His former charm, literary talent, and playful banter were nowhere to be seen. Princess Wan'an then realized that no matter how unrestrained and carefree he had been before, it was all for naught.

When people are seriously ill and confined to their sickbeds, they all look the same.

She never found the sage that Master Sima Chengzhen had mentioned. She only knew that he later went into seclusion in Jiangnan and stopped using the Taoist magic that made all the flowers bloom. Even though the emperor at the time sent people to search for him, they could not find him.

She recited the Big Dipper Sutra in a low voice.

"May all three calamities be eliminated, and may disasters be averted and lifespan extended..."

A few months ago.

She was also worried about a paper donkey and wanted to find the immortal's whereabouts.

Now, Princess Wan'an truly hopes that a wise person will pass by and save her uncle.

The moonlight shone brightly, piercing through the clouds.

A tear fell onto the snow.

Even those born into the imperial family find it difficult to accept the separation of life and death.

……

……

Jiang She was very patient, waiting for the mouse with the cat.

He sat in the courtyard, reading by the moonlight.

But the rat demons were probably frightened. Jiang She and the cat waited until midnight, but the rat demons did not come out of their hole. They seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep and did not want to hunt for food.

Only two other figures emerged and wandered aimlessly in the courtyard.

The two figures were puzzled to see the new residents still reading so late.

"Studying so late, is this person trying to take the imperial examination?"

Last night, the self-important man who had once impersonated a scholar said, "How easy is it to become a scholar?"

"If you don't even turn on the lamp, how can he see the words?"

"Isn't he cold this late?"

The spirit had just as many questions as the two young disciples, San Shui and Chu Yi, from Yunmeng Mountain. Hearing the noise, the cat left its mouse hole and looked around the courtyard.

The rats in the hole were so frightened that they hid even further inside. The two spirits floated around the courtyard, even coming closer to look.

Jiang She seemed oblivious.

On the table lay the notebook he could update himself. In front of him was a spell he had been writing halfway through, the brush resting on a cat-shaped wooden carving.

While in Xiangyang, he wrote about the art of blindness.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang She also wrote down the technique of flying.

However, it is somewhat different from what was learned at Yunmeng Mountain; it is not a method for leaping lightly.

I considered it for a while.

The words "Soaring Clouds" appeared on the paper.

The two mischievous figures were bored out of their minds. With the cat around and their companion refusing to come out today, the two of them couldn't put on a proper show. So they simply nestled their heads together and watched the scholar write; this was their only source of amusement.

"Weird."

"This person is writing, so why can't I see what he's writing?"

Another figure also moved closer, pressing the paper tightly against their body.

"No words!"

"This pen is broken."

"I think the ink is spoiled!"

"How could the ink be broken?!"

As the two little sprites were arguing, they suddenly noticed that the notes on the table seemed to be blown by the wind and spread out on the table. Although no one had written on them, lines of words appeared on them.

Two illusory figures stared wide-eyed.

They huddled together in fear.

"Ghost!"

"This house is haunted!"

Another one suddenly remembered, "Aren't we ghosts?"

"This house is haunted!"

The cat ran over, jumped onto the table, and tilted its head to help Jiang She look at the text. Even though it didn't recognize a single word, it looked at it very intently.

"In the winter of the thirteenth year of the Kaiyuan era, the Emperor performed the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai. At that time, Prince Qi accompanied the Emperor, but he fell ill with a cold. Along the way, he traveled by carriage to avoid the wind and cold. However, the arduous journey caused his illness to worsen. Princess Wan'an, who had long heard of the immortals, was moved by their plight and wished to seek out the immortals..."

Jiang She read a line to it.

The cat's voice was soft and clear, and it mimicked its speech:

"After the opening of...43 years, the Emperor...Eastern, Eastern Feng Tai San..."

His speech was unclear and incoherent.

Under the moonlight, the two ethereal figures seemed to have their eyes bulging out.

He shouted:

"This cat can talk!"

"Good heavens, this house is haunted!"

The cat's ears twitched, its head tilted back, its fur stood on end, and it looked around, searching for the ghost.

Jiang She patted the kitten's head.

It's already past midnight, so I figured the nest of mice wouldn't come out anymore. I can go back to sleep now.

Jiang She listened to the cries and shouts of the two spirits in the courtyard. He quickly gathered up the writing brush and ink on the table, closed the letter, and casually put it into his sleeve.

The sleeves still fluttered, as if they had never contained anything.

After a while, seeing that the person had indeed closed the door and gone to sleep, no longer in the courtyard, the two illusory figures finally spoke.

"What kind of magic is that...?"

"This person's cat can talk! It's a little cat demon!"

"Shh! Be quiet."

"Maybe it can hear us..."

In the room.

Jiang She spread out the bedding, lay down on the cloth pillow he had specially bought, and fell asleep by the moonlight. The cat crawled into the blankets, huddled around for a while, then found the most comfortable spot and curled up into a ball.

This is the outer part of the bed.

According to cats, they can protect people.

Under the moonlight, clothes hung on the chair. The last few words slowly emerged from the handwritten note hidden in the sleeve.

"...Seeking immortals and true immortals, one can never attain them."

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)