I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 121 Using Taoist magic, he is brought back to life (Bonus chapter for Alliance Leader Minghui Chaos)
They went outside the palace.

A few people and a donkey stood in the moonlight.

The old man wanted to show off to his friend, so that Mr. Jiang wouldn't be overshadowed by his many skills, such as being able to create spirits from paper and having a world within his sleeve, and associating with figures like mountain gods and water deities.

He seemed quite ordinary.

Zhang Guo waved to the people inside the hall.

The voice trailed off slowly: "Monk, monk..."

Jiang She watched with great interest.

Then I saw—

There seemed to be something floating in the air.

Under the moonlight, a phantom figure gradually emerged. It was six and a half feet tall, bald, dressed in a dark red monk's robe, with its eyes closed and no consciousness.

Yuan Danqiu and Li Bai looked on in surprise, finding it quite novel.

"Is it the monk's soul?"

"He's not completely dead yet?"

Zhang Guolao listened with a clear mind and felt quite pleased with himself. He raised his voice and shouted.

"Wake up!"

The monk opened his eyes, still somewhat bewildered, looking at the people in front of him with a sense of helplessness. Suddenly, he recognized the old man as Zhang Guolao, who had shown his form a couple of days ago, and hurriedly tried to pay his respects.

But Zhang Guolao stopped him.

He smiled and said:
“Monk, you’ve died once before.”

Zhang Guolao's gaze was meaningful: "This is the second time I've saved your life."

The monk then remembered.

It felt like I was dead.

He touched his head, somewhat dazed, before remembering the stinging pain from the knife strike he had just received, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Thank you, Master..."

The monk was about to perform a bow, repeatedly saying that he wanted to repay the kindness.

The old man was startled and quickly moved away.

"You don't need to pay me back."

The old man's avoidance of him like the plague made Jiang She chuckle.

The two of them are like this, one doing me a favor and the other repaying it, going back and forth without end. Who knows how long this will go on? Even a free spirit like Zhang Guolao would be most afraid of this kind of fate.

The monk was puzzled.

After thinking for a while, I couldn't help but ask, "Have I known the real person before?"

Zhang Guolao said:

We only met once and never got to know each other.

Why save him twice after only meeting him once?

The monk pondered for a moment, feeling a mix of emotions. He wanted to ask more questions, but was afraid of offending such a powerful figure. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he only asked one question:
"That poor monk is now a ghost."

Where should we go?

He had also read storybooks, which said that there were ghost messengers in the world. The monk waited for a while, but he didn't see any ghost messengers.

"Who said you were going to die?"

Zhang Guolao originally planned to let the monk remain in his spirit form for a few days, and then bring him back to life after his burial. Suddenly, upon seeing Jiang She, a brilliant idea struck him.

"Sir, could you please cut out a paper figure for him?"

"can."

Jiang She thought for a moment, then added, "It's just that the editing might not be very good."

Zhang Guolao didn't care at all.

For someone like Mr. Jiang, whose Taoist skills are profound, saying it's not good is just a humble way of putting it. He'll go find Mr. Jiang some more Hundred Fruit Monkey Wine later.

He noticed that Jiang She liked to drink that day.

"What's this?"

"The fact that the gentleman was able to provide him with a place to stay is already a great help."

Jiang She had already given him a heads-up, which put him at ease.

If the cut isn't done well, it probably won't matter.

He glanced inside the palace and saw that it was still noisy, with many palace servants, royal family members, and even ministers and officials who had come in the middle of the night.

Some criticized, some were horrified, and some even defended the Prince of Hedong.

On the ground, the monk's body had been cleaned up, but it was unknown where it had been dragged to be buried.

far away.

A muffled cough could be faintly heard, along with low words of persuasion. The Prince of Qi also learned of what his son had done.

I also saw a young girl, dressed in a Taoist robe, surrounded by several maids, who was ordering her relatives to give the monk a grand funeral.

It must be that princess.

Jiang She withdrew his gaze.

He looked at Zhang Guolao, the monk, and the white donkey, and invited them:
"Then please come home with me."

……

……

This was the first time the old man had seen Jiang She use such magic, and he watched with curiosity.

Jiang She cut out the shape of a head.

Zhang Guolao praised:
"Sir, you are quite skilled!" Jiang She looked down at the not-so-round head. He thought to himself, "I'm only staying here for a few days; the monk probably won't mind."

The scissors moved across the paper.

Zhang Guolao praised him incessantly from the side.

Jiang Sheyuan's life was not as easy as Zhang Guolao had imagined.

The biggest challenge is how to cut both legs and both arms to the same length. A donkey may be lame, but at worst, it will limp a little; a cat with a longer tail might even be cuter.

At last.

Jiang She breathed a sigh of relief and handed the rough paper-cut to Zhang Guolao.

"All right."

Zhang Guolao happily accepted it and waved to the monk.

"come over!"

The paper was tossed lightly, and the old man took a sip of wine, spat it onto the paper, and saw the paper and the monk's figure merge together.

It still looks like a monk, but compared to the paper donkey and paper cat, its figure is somewhat ethereal, though it's sufficient for temporary use.

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu stared intently.

Zhang Guolao laughed heartily.

He explained to Jiang She with a smile.

"This idea came from you, sir, though I don't know what ingenious method you used."

"But monks do possess spirits."

“My old-fashioned method works too.”

Jiang She watched the monk approach and bowed to him in thanks. Despite wearing black and red monk's robes, one could still see that the monk's gait was uneven, with one side higher than the other.

It's like the two legs are different lengths...

He picked up his wine cup.

Jiang She looked down at the clear wine, focusing on drinking it; this was no longer his concern...

The cat came closer.

He tilted his hairy head back to look at the new monk.

The cat's eyes were filled with wonder.

Why is it walking so strangely? It's never seen anyone like this before...

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu also watched with great interest, observing the monks learning to walk like children.

Today I witnessed Lady Gongsun's sword dance, enjoyed a grand feast, and even saw a murder taking place in the royal palace.

The dead were brought back to life.

Yuan Danqiu muttered:
"It's time to write a letter to Master Mencius."

Li Bai nodded in agreement.

It wasn't until the two of them kept yawning that Jiang She realized it was too late and urged them to go to sleep.

in the courtyard.

The moonlight shone brightly on the snow.

The cat went to see the monk adjusting to his new body. He was walking in a strange way, and the black cat couldn't help but stretch out its paw, as if it wanted to help him.

Only Jiang She and Zhang Guolao sat facing each other at the table.

Start chatting.

The two didn't talk about cultivating Taoism, but instead discussed where the food was delicious. Zhang Guolao had traveled thousands of miles and knew the best places to eat.

He said with relish:

"Many people like to eat sea bass raw."

"I once ate fresh sea bass in Yuezhou, and it tasted the freshest."

"Just a quick rinse in boiling water, and it's chewy and crisp. If you could also cook some water shield, it would be pure bliss..."

The topic of crabs came up again...

The two were chatting animatedly when Jiang She suddenly remembered what had happened inside the palace earlier and put down his wine cup.

He took out the notebook from his sleeve and checked if there were any records.

The old man was curious.

Jiang She graciously stepped aside, and the two went to see it together.

The old man looked at the words on it, as if they had appeared out of thin air, and were written right in front of the two of them.

He was startled.

Jiang She also looked at it, and there was the same passage he had seen before.

"...When Prince Qi was traveling with him, he fell ill with a cold. He traveled by carriage for the rest of the journey to avoid the wind and cold. However, the arduous journey made his illness worse. Princess Wan'an had long heard of the immortals and was moved by their plight. She wished to find the immortals, but to no avail."

From start to finish.

Not a single word was changed or altered.

Under the moonlight.

Zhang Guolao squinted as he examined the note closely. It contained details of what had just happened at the palace.

The monk whose head had been chopped off was still learning to walk in the courtyard.

"What is this?"

"What kind of supernatural power is this?"

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)