I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 139 Immortal Means
"Master Lang!"

The servant gasped, helped the person up, and settled them on the bed. The person looked at them somewhat helplessly.

He especially looked at Jiang She.

Under the Taoist's scrutinizing gaze, Jiang She raised his hand and summoned the sword from the sword rack.

The Taoist priest was taken aback.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Jiang She drew his iron sword, placed the blade on the table, and held the scabbard in his hand.

He invited a Taoist priest and servants from the Pei family to come and see.

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu also came over.

Jiang She pointed to the horses and generals carved on the scabbard and asked calmly, "Can you see the eyeballs moving?"

The servant was greatly alarmed.

"Moved!"

The Taoist priest stared intently at the general carved on the sword sheath. It was so lifelike that he hadn't noticed it before, but now it looked as if the general was about to leap out of the iron sheath.

The Taoist priest even felt that the general was looking at him.

Did he look for the wrong person before?

It wasn't the iron sword, but the scabbard.

Li Bai was bold; he and Yuan Danqiu stared at each other for a long time, eager to learn.

"Sir, what's going on?"

Jiang She looked at the Pei family servants.

"When did your husband buy this sword, and when did he acquire this scabbard?"

The servant stared at the scabbard, finding it increasingly eerie, as if it were about to come alive.

He suddenly became extremely cooperative.

"The master acquired this iron sword five years ago, from a dealer in gold and stone antiques. Because it's been a long time since he bought it, it's been kept here, and he never thought that the Ghost Nightmare was a problem with the sword."

"As for this scabbard..."

The servant recalled.

"The young master broke the previous scabbard, so he bought a new one from outside."

"It's indeed close to the time when the house was haunted!"

Done.

The servant avoided eye contact, glancing at the seemingly alive scabbard, which startled him greatly.

He hurriedly asked Jiang She.

"Sir, how do we get rid of the monster inside this sword sheath?"

"When will my lord wake up?"

Pei Ze was still unconscious on the bed, his eyes tightly closed, his brows furrowed from time to time. The servants had no idea that their young master was possessed by a ghost and looked like this. It was truly terrifying. No wonder the madam and the young master had moved to the side courtyard.

The group seemed to hear the neighing of the horse on the sword sheath.

Jiang She said:
"That's easy to handle. It's just that the scabbard has some kind of spirit. It must be an ancient artifact that has absorbed some of the human's essence and wants to take its place, which is why it makes people feel dizzy. I have two solutions."

The servant respectfully asked the other party to speak.

"Firstly, although this scabbard has a spirit, it is just an iron tool. You can find a blacksmith shop and melt it in the fire."

Jiang She spoke in a calm and unhurried tone.

"Secondly, I find this scabbard interesting, so I can take it. Before taking it, return Pei Langjun's vital energy, and he will be able to awaken."

These two methods...

Throwing it into the furnace and ruining it would easily offend the scabbard, and I wonder if it would cause trouble.

The second type was taken away by a master, and it's unknown whether it can be eradicated. What if it recurs in the future?

The servants dared not make such a decision on their own.

He hesitated and said, "I dare not make a decision rashly. May I inform you, Madam?"

Jiang She wouldn't make things difficult for him.

"Naturally."

The servant carefully took his leave, exited the bedroom, and then ran off into the distance.

……

……

Jiang She lowered his head, found a high-legged chair, and sat down leisurely, sipping his tea and admiring the aristocratic home at this time. His hand still rested on the iron sword sheath, his sleeve intentionally or unintentionally tucked under.

The Taoist priest stood to the side, pinching his own leg.

He kept recalling how the man in blue had casually taken the long sword, as if it could fly.

However, his tone was respectful.

"Sir, what method did you use to retrieve the iron sword?"

He came when summoned and left when dismissed. He didn't chant any spells or recite any scriptures; his demeanor was as calm as raising his arm.

The more the Taoist priest thought about it, the more he felt the Taoist magic was exquisite.

I've met an extraordinary person today.

Yanzhou is truly a wondrous place; one can encounter a divine inscription in front of a temple and even witness supernatural powers and divination here. The Taoist priest, emboldened, asked, "Is it supernatural power?"

A black cat lay in Jiang She's arms.

He stroked the cat gently, saying, "Just a little trick, nothing to brag about, it's hardly a supernatural ability."

Is this just a little trick?
Taoist priest: "Sir, please don't deceive me..."

The cat was fascinated by the sentient scabbard. It stared intently at the moving eyes on the scabbard, then quietly raised its paw and suddenly pounced heavily on the general's moving eyes, pressing them down firmly.

on the bed.

The unconscious Pei Langjun's breathing became rapid for a moment.

Jiang She took the sword sheath away and looked at the unfortunate general on it.

Yuan Danqiu remarked with delight, "The craftsmanship here is superb. I wonder which blacksmith made it. It looks like it's alive. No wonder it can become a spirit."

Li Bai looked at it for a while and then asked.

"Sir, what will happen to a person if we continue to live together?"

"If this goes on for too long, it might get worse. Right now, it's just that I feel tired and can't sleep well at night, as if I'm being haunted by a ghost. But in the future, I'll probably spend most of my time in a daze in bed."

"Until the spirits found a loophole and took their place."

As Jiang She was speaking, he suddenly heard a noise outside the door.

A woman gasped softly.

Then, he tucked his sleeves into the doorway and bowed to Jiang She.

"Thank you so much for your help, sir, in saving my husband."

The woman appeared to be in her early thirties. She had her hair tied up with a single gold hairpin, wore no makeup, and dressed in beautiful clothes, but without any ornaments, indicating that she had come in a hurry.

Behind her was a boy who looked about five or six years old.

Several maids and old women followed behind the two.

"You're welcome, madam."

The woman said, "I have already heard about the two methods you mentioned from the servants."

"But I still have one more question to ask—"

Jiang She listened.

The elegantly dressed woman asked, "After you restore the vital essence that your husband has lost these past few days, will this spirit cease its evil deeds?"

Jiang She looked at the much more docile scabbard.

"will not."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief.

She bowed again gracefully: "Then please take away this scabbard, sir. We are ordinary people and dare not damage such a rare object."

Then he asked proactively:

"Sir, would you like to perform a ritual? If you require ritual implements, please feel free to have my family provide the gold and silver to purchase them!"

Jiang She refused.

"There's no need for that trouble."

Now that the Pei family had made their choice, he put the teacup back on the table, Jiang She stood up, walked to Pei Langjun, and reached out to grab the sword sheath.

A sharp, piercing sound could be heard by everyone.

It roared as if something was hidden in the sword sheath.

It was like the wailing of demons and ghosts in the night, heart-wrenching and soul-crushing.

The servant shrank back, his legs trembling.

Before everyone's eyes, a faint bluish-white light emanated from the iron sheath and gradually flowed back into Pei Ze's heart. It shimmered and swayed gently in the air.

It was an extremely fine wisp, so fine that it could be blown away with a breath.

The window remained open, and the wind and snow blew into the room, chilling everyone to the bone, and they dared not move an inch.

The Taoist priest watched with bated breath. The lady and the maid behind her stood stiffly, not daring to utter a sound, watching quietly for fear of disturbing the ritual.

After a while, Jiang She finally put his hand down.

The tone was casual and understated.

"All right."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Ze, who had been unconscious on the bed, trembled his eyelashes, showing signs of waking up.

Everyone gripped their hands tightly, forming crescent moons, and dared not utter a sound.

They witnessed it firsthand; with a mere slight movement, the evil spirit bowed its head within the iron sheath, and demons wailed in the night, their cries still lingering. And the nightmare that had haunted the Pei family for so long…

And so it was simply erased from memory.

The wind and snow blew in through the window.

A cold wind lashed my face.

The Taoist priest, the lady, the maids, the servants, and the children were all stunned for a long time, each with only one thought in their minds.

ready to come out.

immortal!

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(End of this chapter)