I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 124 Resurrection (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader Minghui Chaos)

The monk and Zhang Guolao rode together on the back of a donkey, and in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they had already crossed the towering mountains.

he asks:

"What did my old benefactor see just now that made him so delighted?"

Zhang Guolao, on a whim, mounted his donkey and galloped away, completely forgetting the monk in the Zhongtiao Mountains. He only remembered him after traveling some distance and then turned back to fetch him.

At this moment, Zhang Guolao was in high spirits, his face beaming with smiles.

laughed:

"It's just that a good friend invited me to Yanzhou!"

"It's really nothing important, but it's kind of him to travel thousands of miles to deliver the message to me."

The monk, unaware of what it was a trivial matter, smiled and agreed when he saw Zhang Guolao's delighted expression.

They rode donkeys all the way and soon arrived at Yanzhou City.

Jiang She was standing on the street.

In front of me was a roasting chestnut stall with a roaring charcoal fire. The vendor carefully shook out a few chestnuts, their aroma filling the air. He reached to the side, touched the chestnuts, and turned back apologetically:
"We've run out of lotus leaves. Would it be alright if I wrapped my husband in bamboo leaves?"

Jiang She handed him the money and took the chestnuts.

The old man dismounted from the donkey and witnessed this scene.

He led the donkey to Jiang She's side and asked with a smile, "Sir, do you also like roasted chestnuts?"

Jiang She held the warm chestnuts in his hands.

Some were given to Zhang Guolao.

At that time, maltose was precious, and few people used sugar to roast chestnuts, but eating them directly roasted over a fire was still sweet and delicious.

Jiang She, on the contrary, didn't know which one tasted better.

The monk stayed far away from the brazier; he was now a paper body, and Zhang Guolao's method was to use the breath of wine to create a spirit, so he wasn't so afraid of snow water. But he was afraid of fire.

The monk watched as the expert handed a few Kaiyuan Tongbao coins to the vendor.

I was surprised.

Do immortals also eat human food?

Jiang She and Zhang Guolao stood on the street, eating chestnuts one after another. Before long, they had eaten three or four chestnuts before putting the remaining hot chestnuts into their sleeves.

The cat nestled at his feet, wanting to smell him but afraid of getting burned.

The two men, accompanied by a cat, a donkey, and a monk, strolled slowly along the street until they were almost at the city gate.

A funeral procession passed by on the side of the road, with the mourners singing dirges. Behind them, people scattered paper money along the way, and further back were a pair of lifelike paper carriages and horses.

Pedestrians quickly moved away.

Jiang She smiled and pointed:

"The monk is being buried. Shall we go and take a look?"

The monk limped behind the two men and was startled when he saw the funeral procession.

"Is this for burying this poor monk?"

He never lived such a life of luxury while he was alive.

Jiang She nodded.

The mourner sang a dirge all the way, followed by a large retinue. Only after they were far from the palace did they relax and chat idly in twos and threes.

"The King of Hedong actually killed the monk in the palace."

"Don't talk nonsense! I have already instructed the guards to commit the murder, it has nothing to do with the Prince of Hedong."

The events of that day spread like wildfire, managing to deceive the people of Yanzhou, but not the attendants who spent their days working in the palace.

They sighed:

"Who would have thought... that when Emperor Taizong took the elixir, the Indian monk was able to escape unscathed."

"Fortunately, this monk was somewhat blessed before he died."

Someone muttered something.

"A poor monk deserves such a lavish funeral..."

As they spoke, they lowered their voices again.

"Hey--"

"Tell me, is what Zhang Guolao said true or not...?"

Jiang She walked behind and listened to the whole thing.

The funeral procession traveled all the way to the outskirts of the city, past the Stone God Temple, until it stopped at a pre-selected burial site with auspicious feng shui. It was said that a wise man had declared this place would produce a great and virtuous monk; the tomb had already been dug, awaiting only the placement of the coffin.

Just as they were about to lower the coffin down, everyone suddenly felt dizzy.

When they came to their senses, the grave had already been filled in.

Eh?
It must be because the winter wind in Yanzhou was too cold, giving them headaches and making them feel dizzy.

The mourner and his entourage returned home stepping on the paper money.

Some people, seeing how beautiful the paper offerings were, slipped a couple of small items into their sleeves, intending to sell them to the murder shops when the opportunity arose. These things were expensive, and they could make some money to spend.

The old man raised his hand.

The coffin was opened, and a monk in black and red robes lay there. His clothes were more luxurious than before, and there was no bloodstain, so it seemed that someone had carefully collected the remains and changed his robes.

Zhang Guolao examined it carefully and exhaled.

"Fortunately, it's winter now." The monk was puzzled.

Question: "What if it's summer?"

Zhang Guolao stroked his beard and said with a smile:
"Then it'll be infested with maggots..."

The monk beside him, his mind in turmoil, remained silent.

Jiang She chuckled.

He led the peeking cat a few steps away, cupped his hands to the old man, and said, "Elder Guo, please make your move."

"That old man will also show his skills today."

Zhang Guolao reached out and patted the monk on the shoulder.

The ethereal figure shattered into pieces, drifting between heaven and earth.

In the cold wind, Zhang Guolao's laughter could be heard: "A few days ago, I cut off all the life force in your body, and that fool still thought he was as strong as Xiang Yu and could cut off his head with one stroke, hahaha!"

"It's time to go back today—"

The vitality of life in the world is brought together.

The monk was already shocked, but he was speechless.

To sever a person's life force while simultaneously preserving their body, thus bringing the dead back to life, is utterly unheard of and inconceivable.

Zhang Guolao's face was also somewhat pale.

The old man just laughed and said it was so troublesome. He never told the monk a word about the difficulties involved.

They did not seek assistance from Jiang She.

It's hard to imagine that someone would save three lives out of gratitude for a mere half-bucket of water.

The monk can no longer hear.

Zhang Guolao murmured to himself, then smiled and said to Jiang She, "Paying back favors is indeed troublesome."

He kept cursing.

He added.

"That monk is stubborn. I should have seen through him back in the mountains. He's incredibly stupid. He thinks he's practicing the righteous Dharma and wants to save people's lives. Now look what happened, the father who tried to save people got killed by his son."

"Idiot, idiot!"

Zhang Guolao, his face pale, burst into laughter.

"While the monk can't hear, the old man will curse a few more times."

"Sir, you won't mind, will you?"

"How could that be?"

Seeing Zhang Guolao's difficulty, he reached out, took out the porcelain bottle, and uncorked it. The old man immediately felt the life force of heaven and earth surge upwards, and vitality surged forth.

Zhang Guolao's eyelids twitched, and he quickly stopped Jiang She.

"Sir, please don't lay a hand on me!"

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jiang She stop what he was doing.

“Sir, this can help him, but if this nectar is poured on him, the monk might live for many more years. I'll save his three lives.”

"Nothing else is needed! Nothing else is needed!"

A biting wind blew, causing the sleeves of their robes to flutter loudly.

After a few more moments, the soul was finally restored to its original place. The old man carefully placed the monk's head back onto his body, aligning it perfectly. He wiped his sweat and called out:

"wake up!"

Inside the coffin, the monk opened his eyes in a daze.

After catching his breath, the man bowed to the old man in gratitude.

"Why so?"

The old man stepped aside, and he said, "Mr. Jiang still left a sliver of hope outside, allowing you to see him. Rather than thanking me, you should thank Mr. Jiang!"

The monk knew the debt of gratitude was immense.

He bowed to both of them.

The old man didn't show any relief on his face after saving someone's life. Instead, he looked around and finally saw the paper figure that Jiang She had cut out earlier lying on the snow.

He carefully tucked it into his bosom.

After finishing everything, Zhang Guolao wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He instructed:

"Monk, this is your coffin. Go and put the lid back on and bury it in the ground."

Then he looked at Jiang She.

Zhang Guolao's expression became complicated, and he sighed.

"Sir, you really consider me a good friend..."

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