I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 120: Master Guo Repays His Kindness, Monk Loses His Head and Dies
After Lady Gongsun performed her dance, the banquet became even more lavish.

Their location was close to the princes and officials. The governor of Yanzhou had someone report again, his brow furrowed. Jiang She overheard a few words; it was about the Prince of Qi starting to vomit blood.

The governor of Yanzhou was taken aback.

He frowned and asked, "Those masters performed their spells, and the physicians treated us, yet there was no effect?"

The servant glanced at the King of Hedong, who was leaning against the beauty and drinking wine.

He whispered:
“It shouldn’t have been like this. I don’t know which eunuch in the palace leaked the news, letting Prince Qi hear that his lifespan was short and he was about to die.”

"The sudden surge of anger made my illness worse."

The governor of Yanzhou wiped his face.

After a few moments of pause, the governor finally asked.

"What does the imperial physician say?"

"The imperial physician said it's not good. He also said that Prince Qi is seriously ill and it's best not to move him. Traveling on the road might...maybe..."

It's possible that Prince Qi will stay in Yanzhou for some time.

The servant's voice grew softer and softer.

The governor of Yanzhou immediately lost interest in watching the song and dance performance. He pressed his chest and felt like he was the one who couldn't breathe.

He had a worried look on his face.

"understood."

The governor thought for a moment, then beckoned to his servants and said:

"Go and talk to the Prince of Hedong later. Remember to speak gently and try to persuade him."

"Fine... I'll go with you."

Sending only servants would inevitably be seen as disrespectful to the king and nobles.

The governor sighed, his expression changing to one of worry and anxiety, and walked from one side to the King of Hedong.

Jiang She took the opportunity to pick up a few more pieces of food from the table to make sure he was full.

He also urged Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu to eat more.

Li Bai was strange.

He asked in a low voice, "Sir, what's wrong?"

"The Prince of Qi is seriously ill."

The banquet will probably be over soon, so if we don't eat now, there won't be any left to eat.

As they were talking, they heard the sound of bowls and chopsticks shattering in the distance, cups and saucers smashing on the ground, and wine and food spilling all over the place.

The prince in purple waved away the maid who tried to help him up.

He stood amidst the mess, his brows furrowed, his voice unpleasant: "We not only hired a doctor, but also so many experts."

"I even had an exorcism performed the day before yesterday."

"None of them are even useful?"

Then came voices of comfort from the side. The governor of Yanzhou looked worried, and when he got emotional, he covered his face with his sleeve.

Prince Li Jin of Hedong looked grim.

"Fine, let's go back!"

Seeing the food and wine still laid out on the table in front of him, he casually overturned the banquet table and said unhappily:
"What's the point of eating!"

Those nearby were caught off guard and spilled food and wine on themselves, but they didn't utter a sound. They just followed along, looking worried, and tried to comfort the King of Hedong.

The lively and bustling banquet just moments ago has come to an end.

Jiang She was nearby and saw the whole thing.

There were guests who were far away, and even more foreign envoys who were sitting far away, drinking and talking. They didn't know what was going on and were still asking questions. They listened for a while.

All I know is that the King of Hedong was angry.

They left, whispering to each other.

Du Fu looked somewhat apologetic and apologized, saying, "I didn't expect it to be like this; I've disturbed your enjoyment, sir."

Jiang She patted his head.

laughed:

"I have seen the sword dance, and it was indeed magnificent. I must thank you all."

The Du family wanted to invite them back together, but there was only one carriage, which could not possibly seat five people. In the end, Du Fu did not speak.

Jiang She slowly walked out of the banquet.

Outside the door stood an old man riding a donkey, his hair and beard now snow-white, smiling at him.

"Would you like to watch the excitement, sir?"

Jiang She showed no surprise upon seeing Zhang Guolao.

He asked with a smile, "Where is Elder Guo going?"

Zhang Guolao sighed, stroked his beard, and said with concern:

"It's all that monk's fault! I was perfectly fine when he got to die, why did he have to meddle and feed the old man water?"

"Now look what's happened, he's about to lose his life again, and I have to save him now."

Jiang She chuckled.

Such kindness could be left unrepaid, but Zhang Guolao, with a pure heart, simply wanted to repay it. He muttered under his breath, saying it was harmful.

As the two were talking, guests kept coming out, discussing the scene at the banquet.

No one could see their figures.

Night had fallen, and Jiang She and his companions headed towards the imperial palace.

As soon as they entered the hall, they heard an angry rebuke.

"Bring that monk to me!"

Li Jin, the son of the Prince of Qi, stood in the hall, reeking of alcohol.

He was furious and cursed the imperial physicians for their negligence. Hearing that the experts they had invited were in the temple, Li Jin's anger flared even more. He paced back and forth in the hall, berating the guards with swords.

Zhang Guolao heard this and sighed with Jiang She.

"Everyone seeks the Tao and immortality. If anything goes wrong, at best they will ask you to leave, but at worst, this is how it is."

"Troublesome, troublesome!"

"It's best to stay away from them..."

Li Bai became curious: "What will Master Guo do once the monk is brought here?"

Zhang Guolao stroked his beard.

He chuckled and said, "If I had told you beforehand, it wouldn't have been as interesting. Please be patient, young friend."

The people in the Prince's residence acted very quickly.

About half an hour later, the monk was brought in.

Li Jin was already getting impatient.

Upon seeing the monk, his face hardened with frost, and he asked, "Didn't you say that my father's illness would be cured after the exorcism? Why is he even more ill now?"

The monk was about to apologize and explain in detail.

Before he could reply, Li Jin drew his sword from the guard's waist.

He chopped the knife down on his head!

Everyone was startled.

Blood splattered on the hall, and the monk's head rolled off.

Its body immediately collapsed to the ground, and the flesh and blood inside were still visible.

The owner of the knife and his guards were even more shocked, never expecting that the King of Hedong would do such a thing.

Someone exclaimed:
"Imperial doctor!"

"The person is thoroughly dead, why summon the imperial physician? Quickly, go and fetch a highly skilled doctor—"

"Yes, yes, quickly invite an expert!"

"Quickly go and inform the Emperor—"

Inside the hall, chaos and panic reigned.

The sword in the hand of Li Jin, son of the Prince of Qi, was still dripping with blood.

He looked at his hands, somewhat surprised.

Did he really use that much force just now to cut off someone's head?
The crowd was terrified. Some summoned the imperial physician, some went to seek out a wise man, and others remembered and hurriedly went to inform the emperor that Prince Qi was seriously ill and that only the emperor could make a decision.

Even the most vicious people in the palace rarely commit murder on the spot.

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu were both taken aback and couldn't help but move away. They looked at the monk who was dead on the ground, then looked at Zhang Guolao in surprise, and then at his bald head.

Is this the "solution" the old man was talking about?
Their heads were cut off...

Yuan Danqiu couldn't bear to look closely and turned his gaze away.

The palace was in chaos, with people rushing back and forth, nearly stepping on several people in the corner. The bloodstains were quickly wiped dry, and the events of the night spread throughout the palace.

The palace servants were helpless against the corpses on the ground.

First, cover it with a mat.

The old man, watching his benefactor die on the ground, stroked his beard, smiled at Jiang She, and said:

"Sir, please come with me. We'll look around from outside the palace."

(End of this chapter)