I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 128: A single strike severed his lifespan.

“But not really.”

Jiang She said, "I have indeed only learned two techniques."

Zhang Guolao became curious, and even the monk next to him put down his chopsticks and listened attentively.

"Which two are they? A universe hidden in the sleeve, paper cutting imbued with spirit?"

Jiang She also thought back for a moment.

"These two techniques were just something I came up with on the spot, not really specialized methods. To be honest, all I know right now is the illusion technique and cloud-riding."

The illusion technique was something he found interesting when he was in Xiangyang, a method used by Zhang Zhenmei, who was deceiving people. He decided to try it out himself.

Soaring through the clouds is for traveling.

If time permits, Jiang She prefers to walk over slowly by himself.

Zhang Guolao put down his wine cup.

"Thought of on the spur of the moment?"

"Yes."

Zhang Guolao was speechless for a long time, staring at Jiang She.

Thinking about it briefly, is it really such a rare and precious Taoist method?

He and the monk fell silent, while the black cat tilted its head and looked on, wondering why they had suddenly stopped eating.

The cat took the opportunity to slurp and devour its food.

Jiang She also had something to ask Zhang Guolao. He asked:

"What does it mean that Master Guo asked about exchanging the life force of the monk and the King of Hedong?"

Zhang Guolao also recovered from the blow he had just suffered.

Life and death were things he was always good at, but it was rare for him to be able to demonstrate them in front of Mr. Jiang. He explained them in great detail:

"That cut wasn't enough to sever him completely; that good-for-nothing wouldn't have the strength. The monk's life wasn't completely cut off, but... even the imperial physicians couldn't save him!"

"The old man swapped their lives."

Zhang Guolao did the calculations.

Some regrets.

"I'm afraid he won't die until next year."

In a couple of days it will be heavy snow, and then, there won't be many days left this year. Jiang She estimated in his mind that he roughly knew how many days the King of Hedong had left.

He sighed.

"What he severed with that stroke that day was his own lifespan..."

The kitchen was warm and cozy. After their initial reminiscence, they continued to eat mutton and cured meat, and drank wine. They had a hearty meal and felt warm and cozy.

Drinking wine while enjoying the cool breeze blowing in from outside.

The cat quickly finished eating, climbed onto Jiang She's lap, and fell asleep, its fluffy little belly bulging.

Jiang She drank the wine and became somewhat drunk.

Having just discussed two techniques with Zhang Guolao, he opened the window and looked at the azure sky. He could no longer see Mount Tai from here, and he was somewhat tempted.

He asked with a smile.

"Would Master Guo like to see the illusion technique?"

……

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Palace.

In the next two days, I will be heading to the Dai Temple at the foot of Mount Tai, and I am hurrying through the palace.

Prince Li Jin of Hedong was to accompany the emperor to the Dai Temple for a sacrificial ceremony, and then go up the mountain together to perform the Fengshan ceremony. This was not only to pray for the well-being of the people, but also to pray that the gods of Mount Tai would bestow blessings upon them.

May his father, the Prince of Qi, recover from his illness.

He had only recently committed a transgression, and with the Emperor's tacit approval, the matter was framed as a guard's eagerness to protect his master. However, Li Jin had been keeping a low profile these past few days, refraining from attending any banquets.

He only drinks with friends in private to relieve his boredom.

Li Jin sat in the side hall, looking up at the maids, eunuchs, and guards.

Many of them were newly assigned in the last two days, responsible for protecting and guarding him.

Having it constantly in front of you can be quite bothersome.

He's just a useless monk, without even an official rank. He's called a master, but in reality, he's just a poor monk. Should we really pursue his faults?
Li Jin waved.

"You all go out, I want to talk to my friend."

The guards scanned the hall but did not see any dangerous items such as swords. The people invited by the King of Hedong to drink with him were members of the Wang and Zheng families, who were old friends.

I don't think anything will happen.

With that in mind, the guards didn't leave completely, but instead stood a little further away, guarding the entrance.

Li Jin snorted coldly. Fine, let them be.

Wang Qilang comforted him, saying, "Tomorrow is the day of the Fengshan ceremony, so things will inevitably be more urgent."

They then spoke of a new batch of Hu women recently acquired in Yanzhou, whose beauty was captivating, whose voices were melodious and graceful, and whose songs differed from those of the Central Plains. Wang Qilang told the Prince of Hedong that once the Fengshan ceremony was over and they returned from their journey down the mountain, they could admire them together.

There were even more Hu women in Chang'an and Luoyang; you could even see quite a few in ordinary taverns.

Wang Qilang's statement was merely to comfort the Prince of Hedong, casually mentioning some amusing anecdotes.

Zheng Jialang also said.

"The monk has already been buried. It was Princess Wan'an who personally arranged for a grand funeral. Now that he's in the ground, there's no need to appear so disgruntled."

on the table.

There was a bowl of venison that the guards had hunted, which they made into a soup.

There's also the fine wine of Gaochang, the Sanlejiang from Persia, the flatbread from the Western Regions, millet rice from Henan, and mutton from Guanzhong. Only the ribs and legs of the mutton are used, roasted until crispy and juicy.

The freshly caught river fish today are cut into sashimi and seasoned with precious spices.

Fruits and melons brought as tribute from the western regions along the river were made into preserves, and lychees brought as tribute from Lingnan were dried... They were simply placed on a plate and became an inconspicuous dish among many delicacies.

At this time, the pace of travel was slow.

The chefs and officials who were presenting the tribute had gone to great lengths to put together such a feast in Yanzhou during the winter.

Inside the hall, female musicians played the pipa.

Li Jin was not interested.

He casually drank a few glasses of wine, then loosened his shirt and leaned casually against the armchair, his mood still far from good.

Question: "How is Zhang Song?"

Zhang Song was the bodyguard who took the blame for him.

Wang Qilang had previously gone to great lengths to investigate him.

"I heard he was beaten with a cane twenty times and demoted three ranks, but fortunately his status was not erased."

Zheng Langjun also said:
"Although I have to do a lot more work now, with the King and the Prince around, I will eventually be promoted."

Li Jin nodded, not really caring.

He asked, "Where is that monk buried?"

"It's right outside the city. They say that the Taoist priest used acupuncture to find an auspicious burial site, and that a great monk will emerge from there in the next life."

Li Jin scoffed.

"If these virtuous men are truly capable, why haven't they cured Father's illness? They can't even cure a minor ailment; I think they're all useless!"

Wang Qilang lowered his head and ate his meal.

He was a descendant of the Wang family of Taiyuan and had known Li Jin for five or six years, so he was not afraid of the Prince of Hedong losing his temper.

Wang Qilang held his wine cup and also took two sips of Gaochang wine.

A ladle holds venison soup.

Wang Qilang suddenly felt something was wrong, and he looked at Li Jin's expression.

The palace was not very bright. Wang Qilang did not wake the Prince of Hedong, but went outside to let him see. After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand and asked a maid to bring candles and light them.

Li Jin looked at him.

"What?"

With the bronze candle holder pressed against his hand, Wang Qilang said in a low voice, "Your Highness, please wait, I apologize for my intrusion."

He picked up the candle.

Squinting to examine it closely, he said to Zheng Jiazi, "Zheng Shiwu, come and take a look. Isn't something wrong?"

Young Master Zheng was holding a wine cup, listening to the music of the pipa.

Let's laugh it off.

He also frowned.

"The prince looks..."

Li Jin was being illuminated by candlelight and wondered what they were doing. She was puzzled and a little annoyed. Just then, she leaned forward and fell onto the table.

The brocade robe landed heavily on the table full of delicacies.

Wang Qilang suddenly stood up.

He checked her breathing and relaxed his brow.

He looked at the astonished and clamorous palace servants.

Wang Qilang took a deep breath and raised his voice: "The Prince of Hedong is unwell, quickly summon the imperial physician—"

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)