I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 165 Dispersed Twenty Years of Cultivation
The monks in the temple also heard their voices and glanced over.

There was no attempt to stop them; it was as if they were listening.

Li Bai immediately became interested, put down his porridge bowl, and went over to ask.

What sound are you hearing?

The man was annoyed because he wasn't trusted by those around him. He ignored them and was asked again. Frustrated, he couldn't help but yell.

"What's it to you?"

Li Bai wasn't angry. He looked at the other person's rough winter clothes, took out three coins from his purse, opened his hand, and handed them over.

"May I tell you this time?"

"Why are you asking so many questions!" the man snapped angrily, turning around to hurl insults, when his gaze suddenly fell upon the three Kaiyuan Tongbao coins. His voice trailed off.

"...Yes, it's okay!"

Three coins may not sound like much, but they're enough to buy one or two sesame cakes. If you don't buy sesame cakes, you can buy quite a bit of wine, enough for the whole family to enjoy a taste of alcohol.

The man licked his lips, and unconsciously bent his waist a little more.

"What do you want to ask?"

Li Bai laughed and pointed to the three people behind him: "What sounds are coming from the mountains? Tell us in detail what you heard."

The old woman arguing with him was so surprised to see that she could get money for asking a question that her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Muttering to himself, "How come this guy is so lucky..."

The man glanced at the silk clothes on Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu and understood what was going on.

He began his story from the beginning:
“We know exactly what this mountain is like in previous years. The mountain beasts should have been hiding long ago, let alone with the emperor and those high-ranking officials coming. If a wild beast really startled the emperor, what would happen?”

"I came to the temple to worship Buddha today, and I felt something was wrong from afar. It sounded like something was blowing and talking in my ear, which scared me to death!"

Li Bai pressed further, "What did you say?"

The man scratched his head.

"I didn't understand what they were saying, but it felt like they were talking right next to my ear."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Danqiu listened attentively as well.

All I could hear was a lively commotion inside the temple, with some people even arguing. Aside from that, I didn't hear any blowing sounds.

Li Bai: "You continue."

"I originally wanted to ask for a bowl of porridge and see if there were any extra clothes in the temple that I could give my child a jacket... but I ran into this strange thing and was so scared that I ran into the temple."

"Who would have thought—the sound from inside the temple was even clearer!"

The man rubbed his hands together as he spoke, exhaling white mist, whether from the cold or fear, it was hard to tell. He stamped his foot, his gaze still frequently glancing at the Kaiyuan Tongbao coin in Li Bai's palm, his tone growing increasingly cautious:
"That's all I know..."

Li Bai handed him three coins.

The man happily accepted it, tucking it into his pocket with a pleased expression, pressing it against his chest as if afraid of losing it. Turning to leave, he hesitated, turning back to Li Bai and stammering:

"I'm a rough man and don't know how to speak properly. I offended you just now, sir... Please don't take offense."

Wait until he's gone.

The monks in the temple slowly approached.

Why are you lay Buddhists inquiring about this?

Li Bai casually replied, "I've always been fond of the unusual, and since my house happens to be haunted, I'll just listen to something new."

The monk paused.

He raised his eyes and carefully examined the group of people.

"Since it's haunted, why not hire someone to exorcise it, or move away?"

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu both laughed but didn't respond. It was quite amusing to have some strange and supernatural things in the house: a screen with an ambition for officialdom, a locust tree that lived a simple, honest life, and a nest of mice that could even help shovel snow.

There's no need to say this to the monks.

Just as the monk was about to ask another question, he suddenly heard a respectful greeting.

"Mr. Jiang!"

They all looked over and saw a man in a blue robe and brocade, accompanied by an old monk in a kasaya.

Pei Zezheng came to Puzhao Temple to offer incense. His house had been haunted recently, and he believed in both Buddhism and Taoism. The abbot of Puzhao Temple was a remarkable man, and he and Pei Zezheng were close friends despite their age difference.

"Greetings, Young Master Pei."

Jiang returned the courtesy.

The mutton that Pei Langjun had given him was still hanging in the kitchen. He had given away many people the cured meat, and there was still more than half left.

Pei Ze looked excited.

“I never expected to run into Mr. Jiang here!” Pei Ze then introduced him to the abbot beside him, “This is the gentleman I mentioned.”

He then introduced them to Jiang She and the others.

"This is Abbot Zhiyuan of Puzhao Temple."

The abbot's gaze lingered on Jiang She for a moment, then he clasped his hands together, smiled slightly, and spoke with respect.

"I've long admired you, sir." Jiang She raised his hand.

"You're too kind, Master."

Watching from the side, Li Bai felt that what Pei Ze had said to the abbot in private was probably more than just "I've long admired you."

The abbot invites the distinguished guest to move to the next room.

Only the monk who had originally asked the question remained standing there, stunned for a long time, wondering who this extraordinary person was who commanded such respect from the abbot. Could it be that he possessed profound spiritual cultivation?
The monk looked around, pondering.

He had seen people of high spiritual attainment before, but the abbot had never shown them such respect. Moreover, those people were either dressed in luxurious clothes or had a dignified and solemn demeanor. If they were women, they were draped in colorful silks, like goddesses. Or they were accompanied by servant children.

The person I just met...

Walking among the pilgrims.

He seemed like an ordinary person, but with an exceptionally good demeanor.

……

……

In the guest hall of the temple.

The monks served tea, which was exceptionally simple and austere. For the sake of spiritual practice, no expensive spices were added, and no rice was added to fill their stomachs.

It suited Jiang She's taste quite well.

After three days of travel, I couldn't help but drink a couple more sips.

The abbot talked with Jiang She for a while and found that this man seemed to genuinely like the tea that was served in their temple without any added ingredients.

"Does the gentleman like this coarse tea?"

Jiang She nodded.

The abbot said, "Pei Zezhi said that you have rid his house of the evil spirits?"

"Yes."

"I heard that the scabbard was taken away by you, sir. Has it been disposed of?"

"He's been made a doorman." Jiang She sighed, thinking of General Chi Dao. "He's not doing a very good job."

The abbot became curious.

"How so?"

Jiang She said, "Starting from guarding the gate, he first showed his skills at the City God Temple, and then went to scare a few children."

"Did the sir punish him?"

"It's not a big mistake."

Just as the abbot was about to nod, he heard this person say something.

"Disrupted twenty years of cultivation."

next to.

Pei Ze, who was sitting with his head down drinking tea, coughed twice because he choked on his tea.

Afraid of disturbing the peace of the house, he apologized in a low voice.

"Sorry, I choked."

The nightmare that had plagued him for months, which had once swaggered around the Pei family, was now relegated to guarding the gate. And he couldn't even do that well… Pei thought to himself, reflecting on the situation.

Suddenly, I no longer felt afraid.

A sense of amusement arose in my heart.

Li Bai was also surprised and exchanged a glance with Yuan Danqiu.

he whispered.

"No wonder, I always felt that General Crimson Blade seemed to have faded a lot..."

Yuan Danqiu nodded, wondering how many years of cultivation the Crimson Blade General had accumulated. He wondered how many things he could sustain in committing these acts.

He then wondered if all his cultivation was gone, then all that would be left was a sword sheath.

The abbot and Jiang She talked for a long time.

Jiang She drank an entire cup of tea.

He finally asked, "What is it, Abbot?"

The abbot breathed a sigh of relief.

He said with shame.

"The monks in the temple also find it strange now. Since the Fengshan ceremony, some people often hear strange voices, which are very clear in their ears, but they can't hear them even if they try to listen carefully."

"Does the gentleman have any insights?"

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)