I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 138 Life and Death
The Taoist priest touched his money pouch before shifting his gaze away from the man in blue, temporarily setting aside his desire to get to the bottom of things... He would ask again after dealing with the haunting of the Pei family.

Who exactly is this Jiang Langjun?
It was as if he had opened his third eye; he hit the bullseye ten times in a row, and even knew a lot about ghosts, more than he did.

I don't know if what they said is true or false...

The Taoist priest thought to himself.

The group climbed the stone steps together and went into the main house.

Jiang She withdrew his hand and looked around.

Just like elsewhere, there were ghostly figures inside the house.

Some were ethereal, almost vanishing, only vaguely recognizable as human figures. Others were repeating what they had done shortly before their deaths.

These figures moved among the luxurious furnishings of the mansion, one side occupied by the brightly lit aristocratic families, and the other by the ignorant and bewildered ghosts.

Death and life, intertwined.

When the watchmen saw them, they greeted them with their hands clasped, their expressions somewhat blank, showing no surprise.

"I have met a master."

"Greetings, Master."

The watchmen's eyes were bloodshot.

During this time, the Pei family invited countless Taoist priests and geomancers, but the house remained haunted, and there was nothing they could do. If he hadn't been a servant hired by the Pei family, and his whole family were still here, they would have found a way to escape long ago.

As the host, Pei Langjun personally led the two of them to their bedroom.

It was already late at night, and he looked somewhat haggard. He said:

"This is the haunted house."

The room was brightly lit; the Pei family wished they could light every single candle in the house.

Upon arriving at the bedroom, Pei became visibly uneasy, glancing several times at Jiang Langjun and the Taoist priest, waiting for them to speak.

Jiang She looked around the room.

The room was slightly messy, with simple, pale blue curtains. Beyond a landscape screen lay Pei Ze's inner chamber. The bed was low and wide, made of fine materials, and the curtains were held up with hooks. The bedding had been put away, leaving only a low armchair.

On the table next to him, there were several books piled up, the ink in the inkstone had dried up, the teacup was placed aside, and wisps of sandalwood incense wafted from the white porcelain incense burner in the corner of the table.

Further on, the sword rack by the wall cast a long shadow behind the screen.

"how?"

Pei's gaze fell intently on the two of them.

"Have you two noticed anything? Is it the work of demons or ghosts?"

The Taoist priest's gaze fell on the sword rack, and he asked politely:

"May I have a look at these swords?"

Swords and knives are weapons of violence, and their menacing aura can cause nightmares for those who live here.

Pei respectfully replied, "Please do as you please, Master."

"This is a sword I found at the Jinshi Market. It is said to have been forged during the Wude era. It is not very old, but it suits my taste perfectly."

He often stroked his sword to wipe it clean.

"Although he lived in his bedroom and courtyard and often held books, he also had the ambition to make achievements and establish a career."

After Pei finished speaking, he paused, then humbly asked for guidance:

"But is it because of this sword?"

He always respected highly accomplished people, and the one in front of him was a highly accomplished scholar who had been summoned by the emperor to treat Prince Qi. He was profound in Taoist magic and had even copied the writings of immortals, making him even more remarkable.

The Taoist priest frowned as he examined the sword. The sword was originally an iron weapon used to ward off evil spirits, but he felt that it was filled with too much yin energy.

"Somewhat similar."

Li Bai, watching from the side, whispered a question to his teacher.

"Is it this sword that's causing the trouble?"

The Taoist priest was drawing his iron sword from its sheath when he heard the group talking. He paused and looked to the side.

But they couldn't hear what the people were saying.

I feel a little itchy inside.

Yuan Danqiu also examined it, muttering to himself, "This sword probably costs a lot of money."

"That Taoist priest looks very familiar..."

“Pei Shiyi Fang said that he was a learned scholar invited from the temple of the Stone Goddess.”

The two exchanged a glance, both finding the situation rather intriguing.

They had seen the Taoist priest copying texts while standing guard on the earthen wall in front of the temple.

The gentleman is right here.

The Taoist priest, however, was unaware of the interesting implications...

Li Bai was secretly amused.

Jiang She chuckled at their teasing and said, "It's not a problem with the sword." Li Bai asked, "Then is it really haunted?"

Jiang She shook his head.

"what is that?"

Both Li Yuan and the other man were puzzled, and the cat let out a soft meow.

At this moment, the candlelight flickered, and the moonlight from outside shone in through the window, illuminating the snow outside. Although it was the dead of night, the candlelight and moonlight combined to make the room as bright as day.

Jiang She raised his hand and did some quick calculations.

I found it amusing.

"It's not time yet. Wait until midnight and then you can see."

Yuan Danqiu's heart began to itch. His gaze swept over Pei Shiyi's bedroom, looking around at the table and then at the bed. He even pulled Li Bai along and pushed open the window.

The two drunkards looked at the wind and snow outside.

They whispered among themselves, wondering if some evil spirit was haunting the courtyard.

Li Bai wanted to ask the master more about the Yin spirit. He could now see many things he never saw before, and he also saw the master pat the child's head at the door just now.

Listen closely, and you can hear the child reciting an early section of the Classic of Filial Piety. He must be a member of the Pei family, though it's unclear how long he's been dead.

The main purpose was to exorcise the ghost from Pei Shiyi.

Li Bai kept it in mind and planned to ask about it when he got back.

Jiang She, meanwhile, was watching the Taoist priest with great interest.

The Taoist priest took the iron sword, examined it, and then walked around the room.

Pei Ze felt extremely uneasy.

He asked nervously, "If it really is because of the sword, what should we do? If we just throw it away and destroy it, I wonder if that would be offensive..."

The Taoist priest laughed.

"If this had happened before, it might have been quite troublesome."

"It's just that I've been practicing the calligraphy of immortals every day lately, and I've gained some good fortune, which is why you happened to run into me."

His gaze swept over the man in blue.

"I will write a talisman. Come to the Stone Goddess Temple to find me in seven days."

His words were so certain that Pei was overjoyed.

"Then thank you, Master!"

If you endure another seven days, this nightmare will be gone, and you can get a good night's sleep.

The Taoist priest simply smiled.

He walked up to Jiang She, his tone different from his previous casual conversation with Pei Ze, now much more respectful, as if they were kindred spirits seeking guidance on the Dao.

"What does my lord think?"

Pei Ze looked over, and Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu closed the window and turned their heads away.

Jiang She smiled and said, "There is indeed a problem with the sword stand. The mage has a good eye."

The Taoist priest asked:
"If it weren't for me, what would you, sir, have planned to do?"

"Wait."

"wait?"

The Taoist priest was surprised.

He had just heard this young man talk about ghosts with such composure, only managing to utter the word "wait"?

Jiang She asked his servant, "What time is it now?"

"It's probably almost midnight."

Jiang She then said, "Then I should wait until midnight."

The Taoist priest found it strange and became curious, for midnight was the time of day when yin energy was at its strongest.

"Is my lord waiting for the ghost to appear?"

He added a reminder: "Ghosts are not easy to deal with."

He saw that the young man was gentle and refined, without even a sword by his side, looking like a scholar... yet he acted like a brute.
The group decided to wait together at the house.

Pei boldly waited with them to see what might happen at midnight. After all, there were many people in the house, and even if a ghost was having a nightmare, he wouldn't be the only one.

After a while, the Taoist priest suddenly felt the cold wind grow stronger.

Pei's expression changed, and a sense of regret suddenly arose in his heart.

Without waiting for him to think too much.

The next moment, he had already fainted.

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)