I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 133 Fengchan Meets the Immortals
Not far down the mountain.

The emperor and his officials were in high spirits.

Today marks the first day of the Fengshan ceremony. Whether it is the emperor or a court official, everyone must rise at midnight or 1-3 AM and proceed to the Dai Temple at night.

We made our way to worship heaven and earth at the first light of dawn.

Then they climbed the mountain in a grand procession.

The guards' torches meandered from the foot of the mountain to the summit like a dragon, echoing each other from afar.

The emperor, riding his imperial horse and surrounded by his officials and imperial guards, was in high spirits.

Wu Daozi followed not far away, memorizing everything. As the sun rose in the east, it shone on the faces of everyone on the mountain path. The vast number of civil and military officials, imperial relatives, ceremonial guards, and imperial guards all appeared solemn and dignified.

The emperor's Fengshan ceremony was a testament to the power and influence of the human world.

Suddenly, while walking, I heard several exclamations.

Wu Daozi couldn't help but look over.

The emperor glanced at it as well, and then the eunuch went over and asked in a low voice.

"What happened?"

Such a solemn and sacred event as the Fengshan ceremony must not be celebrated with loud noise. Gao Lishi's tone carried a hint of reproach.

The official looked up, making Gao Lishi look over as well.

In the distance, a cloud of mist appeared, upon which were several figures.

Gao Lishi was stunned.

After his initial shock subsided, the official whispered to Gao Lishi:

"Could he be an immortal?"

People nearby heard this and looked up at the sky. Gao Lishi rubbed his eyes, but even though people and clouds were much farther away, they were still clearly visible.

After a short while, he returned to speak with the emperor.

Gao Lishi composed himself and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Your Majesty! The Emperor has performed the Fengshan ceremony, and even immortals have come to witness the event."

The emperor gazed at the sky for a long time.

The drifting figures rode away in cloud chariots.

"Truly a divine being."

Why did the immortals depart?

The emperor was filled with disappointment.

Seeing the ethereal figure disappearing into the distance in the sky, the procession for the Fengshan ceremony was greatly encouraged. The ceremonial procession stretched from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, spreading to every member of the entourage. Even the guards stationed at the foot of the mountain heard about it.

It is said that the sage's achievements will last for eternity, and he was a ruler who received the mandate of heaven.

It attracted the attention of the God of Mount Tai.

……

……

The old man stared in horror as clouds rose beneath his feet.

The procession climbing the mountain in the distance was extremely small. They walked between heaven and earth, with the howling wind in their ears, their clothes fluttering and rustling.

"Is this what it means to ride the clouds and mist?"

"Of course."

The monk was speechless.

This cloud, so light and airy, allows them to stand steadily upon it, roaming freely between heaven and earth.

The wind swept past him, brushing against his temples and sleeves. No matter how cold it was, the monk could hardly suppress the exhilarating feeling that welled up inside him.

Beside him, Zhang Guo had already let out a long howl.

"Wonderful!"

"This is truly exhilarating!"

Jiang She had already slowed down to a great speed, gazing at the distant mountains, and only after the two had fully enjoyed their time roaming the world did they land on the ground.

Mount Tai has gone far away.

The sounds of peddlers and laborers calling out their wares filled the air, along with the stench of animal excrement. The place remained bustling and lively; with officials arriving in Yanzhou in recent days, accompanied by tens of thousands of people, many businesses had become much more successful.

Zhang Guolao and the monk stood with their feet firmly on the ground.

It took a while before it felt real.

Stepping out of this narrow alley, looking at the bustling crowd, steam rises from the steamer, and some pedestrians stop to buy a couple of pancakes.

Many people take a second look at the monk's robes with curiosity.

Others greeted and asked:

"Master, would you like a bowl of drink?"

The monk came to his senses and respectfully refused.

Zhang Guoxiao said to Jiang She:
"Having heard of this wonderful teaching and witnessed such a sight today, this old man is going back to try and catch the moon."

Although the monk was reluctant to leave, he also had his own destination to go and did not disturb the master too much.

The group said their goodbyes. A tiny cat's head peeked out from Jiang She's shoulder, snuggling warmly against him. The cat cautiously surveyed the surrounding streets, its voice soft and low.

"came back……"

"came back."

The cat's vocabulary has expanded considerably; it seems talking to it more often has been helpful. Jiang She thought to himself, once I've finished reading the Thousand Character Classic, I can learn other things.

The cat was confused.

Its round, bright eyes darted around, taking in all the excitement. Suddenly, it caught a whiff of mutton from a nearby stall and sniffed the air.

It nuzzled Jiang She's neck twice with its head.

The intention is self-evident.

Jiang She walked over and asked, "How much?"

The stall owner glanced at his clothes and said loudly, "Five coins a skewer!"

Jiang She remained silent for a while.

He began by saying, "I stayed in Yanzhou for some time, and I remember that it should have been three coins a few days ago."

The stall owner gave an awkward smile.

"Then three coins it is. How much do you want, sir?"

This roasted mutton is similar to the stall near his home, which sells in busy areas of the street, pushing a cart along the street and calling out its wares. The pieces of meat are small, but they smell delicious.

"Ten skewers, please."

Cats have small appetites; they only eat two or three skewers, and Jiang She finishes the rest.

When Jiang She returned to his neighborhood, he stood on the street corner, looking around from afar. Just then, he saw the stall owner stare at the stall for a while, then glance into the alley several more times.

Once no one comes, the stall owner has to pack up and leave.

Jiang She quickened his pace.

He asked politely and respectfully, "Do you have any steamed buns left?"

The stall owner's eyes lit up when he saw him.

He greeted her with a smile:
"Young Master Jiang has arrived!"

Jiang She said, "I went out yesterday and just returned."

The stall owner asked, "Would you like vegetarian or meat-filled steamed buns, sir?"

Vegetarian versions are made with vegetables that can be stored in winter, while meat-filled buns are mostly made with chicken broth as a base, with added meat and oil, making them much tastier. For those who want a more luxurious experience, mutton buns are also available.

Jiang She counted his money.

There really aren't many left.

"Meat buns".

He sat at the small table in front of the stall, watching the stall owner's hands busy at work, adding not only meat but also the remaining cabbage to cook together.

Finally, it was served, with both meat and vegetables.

Jiang She expressed his gratitude.

The two tacitly agreed not to mention the trip to the tavern that day.

With chicken soup dumplings topped with a little chicken and cabbage cooked together, Jiang She didn't skimp on himself. He opened the package of roasted mutton he had just bought and ate most of it.

The rest, spread out the bamboo leaves.

Let the cat have a taste.

During mealtimes, business was slow. After cooking the steamed buns, the stall owner casually wiped his hands on a towel, exchanged a few words with the neighbors under the tree, and then struck up a conversation with Jiang She:

"Does my lord know that the Sage has gone to Mount Tai today?"

Jiang She, holding a spoon, mumbled a reply.

The stall owner said enthusiastically, "I heard that Prince Qi is ill, and the Emperor is even going to pray for him. What a deep brotherly bond..."

Someone nearby overheard this and chimed in:

"Wasn't the young prince supposed to go up the mountain to pray for blessings?"

The stall owner waved his hand:
"That's ancient history. I'm only telling you this, so don't tell anyone else. Yesterday, my brother was doing business in the North Market, and he heard that even the doctor at the pharmacy across the street was conscripted. He saw it for himself."

"That young prince is also ill!"

The neighbors were in an uproar.

Jiang She listened to their chatter. Some said the Fengshan ceremony was a grand affair, and the young prince wasn't fortunate enough to receive it. Others said it was due to a clash of zodiac signs, and still others said that the Prince of Qi and his son might both be incompatible...

After finishing the meal, I paid the money.

Back home, I lay in bed for the first time in a long time.

Jiang She glanced to the side and saw the black cat huddled there, long and thin, breathing evenly, already asleep.

The cat fell asleep even faster than he did.

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)