I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 114 is probably a wonderful method left behind by some senior.

The people from the Prince Qi's residence were also a little dizzy; they had taken a hard fall just now.

The officials of the Prince's residence, the officials of Yanzhou, and the eunuchs didn't even touch the swords and axes; they just watched as they smashed things. Yet, they all fell heavily down along with the crowd.

The officials of the Prince's residence were helped to their feet.

He brushed the dust off his clothes, his face grim, and looked at the monk.

"Master, this..."

The monk also got his face covered in dust.

The experts exchanged glances, and the monk whispered, "This stone spirit probably has some abilities..."

Some people agree.

"I wonder how long he's lived; he must have some skill."

No one calls a small stone the Stone Goddess; it's just a little rural spirit that became a spirit and by chance acquired a temple.

If you encounter it, you should get rid of it.

Why bother with honorifics?

At that moment, someone outside the temple called out:
"There's something here!"

The group walked out of the temple; snow was still falling outside. Someone pointed, and their gazes fell on an ordinary piece of paper on the wall.

What's so strange about this paper?

Who knows, maybe some scholar spent the night there and casually wrote some poems and essays, which were then pasted on the walls.

Upon seeing the official from the Prince's residence, the man clasped his hands in a salute and said:
"The earthen wall trembled just now!"

Everyone took a closer look at the unremarkable paper, the kind of paper ordinary people use for reading and practicing calligraphy. Upon closer inspection, it did seem somewhat new, with some faint writing-like things floating on it, though they couldn't make out what it said.

Look at it this way...

It was snowing, but the paper was completely untouched by rain or snow, and there was no dust on it.

It was as if they were avoiding filth.

Several people had already noticed its extraordinary nature, and their gazes involuntarily froze...

The more the monk looked at them, the more mysterious they seemed. These characters appeared to change with the heavens and earth, their strokes elegant and refined. He tried to memorize them, but he couldn't retain their spirit.

Upon reflection, I've completely forgotten it.

Why would such a thing exist in a remote, deserted temple?
The monk hurriedly asked the eunuch.

Do you have paper and pen?

The Taoist priest and the woman dressed in Jin Dynasty attire suddenly awoke with a start and said to their attendants:
"Yep!"

"Quick, get some paper and pen!"

They couldn't explain its origin, only that it was some kind of mysterious Taoist method, and they wanted to copy it down so they could study it carefully later.

I never expected to have such a wonderful opportunity; this temple came at just the right time!
far away.

The Stone Goddess dared not reveal her true form, and instead watched them from afar in her original form. A small, dark green pebble, covered in dust, hid behind it.

I don't know why all these people are squatting in front of her temple looking at that piece of paper...

The writing on it was so complicated that it gave me a headache, and I couldn't understand it at all. The Stone Goddess glanced at it twice and then stopped looking at it.

She watched from afar as these vicious men found paper and pen and copied the text in front of the temple.

The Stone Goddess dared not speak.

I thought to myself.

They probably won't tear down her temple this time...

In front of the temple, in front of that white paper.

The monk knelt on the ground, while the Taoist priest beside him, even more unrestrained, was already sitting cross-legged on the ground. The more the monk looked at him, the more alarmed he became. He couldn't help but tug at the Taoist's sleeve and said:
"See that? The words on it can even change..."

The Taoist priest had already figured it out.

"I wonder which senior wrote this; it's so amazing."

There were several other people nearby. Some recognized the profound Taoist magic, while others didn't understand anything. Seeing someone copying it, they assumed it was something powerful and, not wanting to be intimidated, asked their attendants to bring them pen and ink.

Taoist priests, Buddhist monks, women, Qixia travelers, hermits, old men... seven or eight people were crammed together in one place.

He used the temple wall as a cushion to hold the paper, squinting his eyes to carefully observe the wondrous Dharma.

Write it down carefully...

The officials in the Prince's residence were also puzzled as to why these wise men had suddenly stopped dismantling the illicit shrine. After observing for a while, he summoned two eunuchs.

“You should also write it down.”

The official from the prince's residence walked up to the monk and asked:

"Mage."

"What is this?" The monk didn't even turn his head, his eyes fixed on it, and said, "It's probably a wonderful technique left behind by some highly accomplished senior!"

The official in the Prince's residence: "Then this temple..."

Should we demolish it, or not?

The monk's mind and eyes were filled with words on paper.

It made me dizzy and lightheaded.

Considering that this was an official from the Prince of Qi's residence, he patiently explained, "Since the senior left behind the law, it seems this stone spirit has not harmed anyone, so there is reason to forgive it..."

Has this changed?

The official in charge of the Prince's residence was surprised. He asked a few more questions, but the monk did not answer. The others also ignored him.

What kind of Taoist magic is more powerful than the law?

The officials in the Prince's residence pondered, unable to understand.

The area behind the monk finally became quiet. The characters were ever-changing, and the Taoist principles contained within were still unclear to the group. They felt dizzy and confused.

The more I copied, the more my head ached.

"boom!"

The official in charge of the Prince's residence had just turned around when he saw the monk lying unconscious on the ground, and he was shocked.

"A mage...?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Taoist priest who had been copying the text beside him collapsed to the ground.

The officials in the Prince's residence were filled with doubt and uncertainty, wondering what kind of evil magic had befallen them. After a moment of stunned silence, he took two steps back and gave instructions to the guards.

"Help the two masters up."

"Check if they're still breathing!"

On the back of a donkey.

The old man was also looking at the piece of paper.

His thoughts vaguely connected with what he had just heard, and he began to understand something. Zhang Guoqi asked Jiang She:
"Was this written by you, sir?"

Jiang She admitted: "It was indeed written a few days ago."

Zhang Guo squinted and looked closely again, stroking his beard and smiling: "No wonder, no wonder..."

"It really is fate, haha..."

"It seems the old man doesn't need to exert himself anymore; these people can't do anything to this flimsy piece of paper."

Zhang Guolao marveled.

It's not just about this piece of paper, but about Jiang She as a person.

It's amazing that so many strange and interesting things have happened in just two days.

Zhang Guolao stroked his white beard and smiled slightly. He felt that he was not much less capable than such a wonderful person.

He smiled and said:
"Sir, you are truly amazing."

Zhang Guo asked with a smile, "These people are just copying, but their minds can't take it and they faint... Would you be willing to step in, sir?"

These people will recover after a few days of rest; they don't need him.

Jiang She held down the curious cat with one hand.

"No need."

Zhang Guo, riding on his donkey, observed the chaos within the Prince Qi's residence and chuckled.
"Then it's up to the old man..."

Jiang She was very modest.

"Please, sir."

In the blink of an eye, another one fainted. The woman still clutched the paper and pen tightly in her hand, dressed in ancient clothing from the Wei and Jin dynasties. Like the other scholars, she seemed like a celestial being.

The people from the Prince Qi's residence helped the person up.

He checked his breathing and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as they were about to help these esteemed individuals onto the carriage, an old man riding a white donkey appeared before them. His hair and beard were completely white, and his snow-white eyebrows were drooping.

Wearing loose robes and wide sleeves, walking through the wind and snow.

Zhang Guolao rode on a donkey, and his figure gradually came into view.

He shook his head and sighed, "This stone spirit has not caused any trouble, so why do you all smash and destroy it?"

As he spoke, the old man slightly raised his hand, his robes fluttering in the wind.

He shouted:
"Come to your senses!"

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(End of this chapter)