I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 179 Asking about Longevity (+14)

Wang Sheng was surrounded by many doctors. He was unable to sit or lie down properly, and was in a daze, half-asleep. The doctors kept sighing and discussing around his arm.

Fortunately, it was winter, so the wind and cold were not too strong.

Otherwise, even if the evil spirit didn't eat him, the high fever could still kill him.

Wang Sheng was in such a state that he naturally couldn't answer. Luo Liulang glanced at him for a few moments and felt pain all over his body, so he quickly looked away.

An old doctor frowned. Remembering his father's instructions, Luo Liulang called him over.

"How is Brother Wang's health? How long will it take to recover?"

The old doctor walked over shakily, wanting to bow, but was quickly supported by Luo Liulang's servant. "Old doctor, there's no need for that! You're too polite!"

The old doctor sighed.

He stroked his beard and said, "Young Master Wang's illness is difficult to cure."

Luo Liulang opened his mouth, feeling powerless and fearful for the first time as the son of a governor.

“I saw blood still seeping from his arm.”

The old doctor was also worried.

"How could it be so badly injured? It looks like his entire right arm was ripped off..."

A doctor nearby overheard their conversation and sighed as well.

They were all renowned experts in treating external injuries in Yanzhou. Their consultation fees were exorbitant, and they were all quite old. It was a rare and fortunate event for ordinary people to receive their treatment.

Now several doctors are sighing together.

Luo Liulang trembled.

It was not appropriate for guests to linger in the place where the young master was being treated. After watching the doctors discuss the pharmacy for a while, Luo Liulang was invited by his servants to the main hall.

Luo Liulang didn't want to keep looking at Wang Sheng's bloody and mangled hands, so he went with the servants.

In the hall.

Pei gleaned some information from Li Bai, just as his emotions were turbulent.

Breakfast had been finished and cleared away by the servants, leaving only a pot of wine and three wine cups on the table. One of the servants, perhaps fearing to slight their distinguished guest, brought over a chessboard.

Li Bai and Pei Ze played chess.

Yuan Danqiu watched from the sidelines, offering advice to whichever side was weaker.

As a result, they grew weaker and weaker until they were completely routed.

Li Bai played chess while waiting for his teacher to wake up. As the game progressed, he grew annoyed, looked up at Yuan Danqiu, and his eyes showed displeasure.

Yuan Danqiu was completely unaware, pointing to a spot and making a solemn vow.

"Go down here!"

"The tide will surely turn in our favor!"

Li Bai rubbed his forehead. He was almost winning, but that lousy chess player Yuan Danqiu's reckless advice turned things into this mess. What talk of shifting the balance of power? If he had made his move then, he would have been completely outmatched.

Just as I was thinking, I caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye.

Suddenly, a person was seen walking towards them from afar, surrounded by a large retinue of servants. A servant had already opened the door, revealing the person's profile. Even in someone else's home, the person spoke loudly.

He immediately put down the chess piece and went outside.

Yuan Danqiu, standing nearby, asked in surprise, "Aren't you going to play?"

"You take my place."

Pei glanced at him and recognized him as the son of the governor. He was surprised and asked, "Taibai, you know Luo Liulang?"

"It felt like we'd known each other forever."

After Li Bai finished speaking, he looked up and saw the man, and suddenly felt that he looked quite familiar.

The same goes for Luo Liulang.

After a few moments of stunned silence, Li Bai remembered that it was the son of an official he had met on the way to Puzhao Temple.

Luo Liulang glanced around the room.

He raised his hand and smiled:

"It's quite a coincidence to see a few more people here."

"Have you two come to pay your respects to Wang Sanlang?"

next to.

A servant whispered a reminder.

"Young Master Luo, the immortal who burned the ghost in the snow last night was invited by Young Master Li and Daoist Yuan."

Luo Liulang paused.

He heard many stories of evil spirits harming people along the way, told vividly by his servants. Even the abbot of Puzhao Temple was not as eloquent as him.

He also saw with his own eyes what Wang Sheng looks like now.

Luo Liulang asked somewhat urgently.

"Really?"

"How did you two come to know such an extraordinary person?"

Before he could get a reply, he suddenly saw the three people playing chess and drinking inside all stand up and look towards the door.

Jiang She took a nap and finally woke up.

Standing beside him was the old mountain god, carrying the lamp that the Wang family had given him yesterday. The lamp was quite good, sturdy and durable, and just right for lighting.

Jiang She waved to Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu.

The tone was relaxed.

"Taibai, Danqiuzi, let's go back."

Luo Langjun glanced over and realized that the four people he had encountered earlier had come together. They must have come to befriend the local gentry of Yanzhou; their information network was quite impressive.

He didn't take it seriously.

Suddenly, he saw Pei Ze walk a few steps faster.

"gentlemen!"

The royal servants surrounding him also hurried over when they saw the man in blue, bowing respectfully.

"Mr. Jiang!"

"If it weren't for Mr. Jiang last night, that evil spirit would probably have hurt countless people!"

They praised him repeatedly, but Jiang She only smiled and did not respond.

Luo Liulang opened his eyes wide.

He stared at the person in front of him in astonishment.

His clothes were still somewhat worn, similar to the ones he had seen outside the city that day. Luo Liulang's own clothes were often only worn two or three times, and he would never wear them so worn out.

Is this what a master is like?
Was the person the Wang family was referring to the one he encountered?

Luo Liulang spoke with difficulty.

"...Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang She looked up and saw a familiar-looking young man in brocade robes staring at him.

He carried the lantern he had brought from Wangjia Bairao, and since it was inconvenient for him to raise his hand, he only offered a greeting.

"meet again."

Luo Liulang pressed, "Is Mr. Jiang the one who burned and killed the evil spirit last night?"

Jiang She nodded. "Are you a master, sir?"

"I don't think so."

Luo Liulang noticed that the man had a lamp in his hand, exactly as the Wang family had described. He hesitated for a moment, then steeled his heart: "I am willing to offer three hundred strings of cash for the lamp. I wonder if you would be so kind as to part with it?"

Jiang She gave him a strange look.

This lamp is very well made, but it only costs two or three hundred coins.

Who would be willing to pay three hundred strings of cash for a lamp?

"No need."

Jiang She refused; he had no intention of deceiving anyone.

A slight disappointment appeared on Luo Liulang's face. The person in front of him was a highly accomplished master, and he did not want to miss this opportunity. Suddenly, he remembered the thing that had been troubling his father.

He mustered up the courage to ask.

"May I ask you something, sir?"

Jiang She glanced at him; the young man's eyes were filled with trepidation. Even though he was from an official family, a boy of this age was still talkative, lacking in consideration, and still retained a touch of childlike innocence.

He pondered for a moment.

"We've met twice already... Well then, tell me about it."

Luo Liulang asked, "Sir, can you see a person's lifespan?"

"know a little."

Inside the main room, everyone's eyes were fixed intently on them.

If you could see a person's lifespan, wouldn't you be a god?

Luo Liulang was overjoyed.

He no longer had the arrogance he had shown when they first met. He bowed respectfully and invited Jiang She into the main hall, where he personally served him a cup of tea.

Only then did he ask about the thing that had been troubling him for a long time.

"I would like to know if the Prince of Qi and the Prince of Hedong can recover soon and return to Luoyang?"

That's a difficult question to answer.

He looked Luo Liulang up and down, asking meaningfully, "Does my lord want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Luo Liulang blurted it out.

"Of course it's the truth!"

Jiang She smiled.

"Then they'll die in a few days."

He placed the lamp on the ground, picked up the teacup, and took a sip. Seeing that Luo Liulang hadn't reacted yet, Jiang She shook his head slightly, reminding him:
"My lord, you must hurry up and eat your New Year's Eve dinner."

Inside the main room, everyone was shocked, even Pei Ze was not expected to see this.

"How could this be?"

Several servants spoke up: "Sir, please don't speak such angry words!"

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

If this gets out and the Prince of Qi hears it, what will become of him?

Seeing that his sixth son had caused trouble, the Luo family servants nearby hurriedly tried to cover for him:

“My son has been worried about the health of the Prince of Qi and the Prince of Hedong these days, and has been asking the imperial physicians every day. My son is young and filial to his father, and has not been considerate enough, which is why he asked this question.”

“With the protection of Mount Tai and the blessings of the sage, the Prince of Qi and the Prince of Hedong will surely enjoy long lifespans.”

"Please be careful with your words, sir!"

Jiang She smiled.

Humans are strange. When asked something, they have an answer in mind. If the answer doesn't match, they find it hard to accept and may even try to make up for it with many words.

If that's the case, why ask?

He stopped speaking and stopped saying anything about how short-lived the Prince of Qi was.

"Then just pretend you never heard of it!"

Seeing their astonished expressions, the Old Deer Mountain God shook his head slightly, "Such mortals waste a word of truth from you, sir."

Jiang She takes it all in stride.

That's just how people are; they don't care about wasting time or money.

He left behind words that shocked everyone.

Jiang She put down his teacup and led the others away gracefully.

The guests from the governor's mansion and the Wang family wanted to ask more questions, but they only saw the man in blue pick up the lamp placed aside and step on the snow on the ground.

In the eyes of everyone.

Even though they only took a few steps, their figures gradually disappeared into the distance.

Looking at the snow track where no one could be seen, Luo Liulang felt a pang of regret for no reason.

Feeling lost and disappointed, as if I had missed something.

……

……

Back in the alley, Jiang She didn't have breakfast at the Wang family's house, thus avoiding much trouble. By this time, the pastry stall where he usually ate had already closed.

Jiang She took out a handful of copper coins from his sleeve, carefully counted out a few, and leisurely ate a bowl of steamed buns at the tavern.

The lamp was placed on the table.

It was placed together with a bowl of chicken soup dumplings.

It's hard to believe how powerful the single light last night was in burning and killing the evil spirits.

The storyteller Liu Zimo saw the lamp and asked a question.

"This lamp is beautiful, the frame is fine, neat and sturdy. Where did you buy it, sir?"

Jiang She ate the steamed bun with a smile.

"A gift from someone else."

Liu Zimo looked at the lamp and couldn't help but praise it: "That's really nice, the person who gave it this gift put a lot of thought into it."

Jiang She smiled and asked him how his business had been lately.

Liu Zimo's face was radiant, and his clothes looked much thicker than before. He raised his hand to express his gratitude: "Sir, your story is truly excellent. Recently, there have been many more people giving me tips."

"That's good."

After the meal, the group went home.

Standing in front of the gate was an old man with snow-white temples, covered in snowflakes, leading a white donkey. Behind him was a monk, his bald head also bearing traces of water, the snow melting as it fell.

Jiang She returned.

The old man laughed heartily, without saying how long he had been waiting.

"The master is back?"

"I brought the monks here, to wait until the Prince of Qi and his son are dead!"

"I would like to invite you to witness this!"

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)