I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 181 Remaining Silent
Jiang She didn't need to calculate; he could naturally see it, he said.

"The first day of the first lunar month, at the beginning of midnight."

With a casual remark, the death of a king was predicted.

Zhang Guolao frowned.

He examined it carefully again, and after some deduction, he had a different opinion: "My calculation is not quite the same as yours, sir. I should die at the second quarter."

"Then two quarters."

Zhang Guolao shook his head: "The master has already stated it; how can the date of death be changed?"

Jiang She remained silent.

At this moment, a royal physician entered the room in hushed tones, blocking the view of the Prince of Hedong from the group.

Zhang Guolao pondered carefully why his calculations differed from his teacher's.

Who is right and who is wrong?

Seeing the old man's attitude, Jiang She simply said, "Why don't we wait here and see what happens?"

Zhang Guolao agreed.

With only a few days left until the Lunar New Year, they could wait. Aside from a monk and a cat, none of them needed to eat. Zhang Guolao, extremely patient, simply stole two jugs of wine and a plate of meat from the palace's kitchen and sat outside waiting for people to die.

I took a sip.

"The taste is not as good as your tea, sir."

How can tea and fine wine be compared? Zhang Guolao's comment is extremely biased.

Zhang Guolao beckoned the monk over, told him to look up, and asked, "Did you hate the King of Hedong for killing you back then?"

Jiang She stroked the cat and looked up to listen.

The monk thought about it carefully.

A little dazed.

He died so quickly and suddenly that he didn't even have time to process what was happening before his head was chopped off. He didn't think about anything at the time.

When Guo Lao saw that he didn't speak, he urged him on.

The monk had no choice but to answer, even though he was embarrassed.

“The King of Hedong killed this humble monk because his father, the King of Qi, was seriously ill. I thought I could dispel the bad luck and prolong his life, but I failed to do so… It was all my fault.”

Zhang Guolao glared.

Jiang She sized up the monk and smiled slightly. This caught the mountain god's attention.

The monk was completely oblivious, preoccupied only with his old benefactor's problem.

Continue answering.

"It was wrong of him to kill me, but I also did something wrong. Now that I think about it, there's nothing to hate about him."

Zhang Guolao couldn't stand it anymore.

"Nonsense!"

He abruptly stood up and paced several steps around the palace. "He killed you, and that's all you say?"

The monk knew he had given the wrong answer, but he didn't know exactly what he had done wrong. He was never good with words, so he simply stopped talking about whether he was right or wrong and apologized to his old benefactor.

This only made Zhang Guolao more annoyed.

He cursed, "You blockhead!"

"Fool!"

“Oh dear,” Zhang Guolao looked at Jiang She with a headache, “Sir, I was wondering why this monk was destined to face three life-or-death calamities. Turns out he’s a complete idiot! No wonder he caused so much trouble.”

"Damn it!"

"Why did you give me the water in the mountains back then!" he lamented.

Jiang She laughed loudly.

He was unusually playful and said:
"If it weren't for such a person, he probably wouldn't have saved the dying old man in the mountains. He also wouldn't have given up the last half-bucket of water and carried the old man for two days, walking dozens of miles through the mountains."

Zhang Guolao was taken aback.

He only mentioned that the monk had been kind to him by giving him water, and said nothing else.

"Sir, you actually knew this?"

"Guess."

Zhang Guolao didn't believe it: "You guessed that accurately?"

The old deer-mountain god stroked his beard and smiled beside him. Zhang Guolao glanced at him; this man was even older than him, and his affected airs were irritating.

Several people sat and drank.

They watched as the King of Hedong awoke groggily for a while, then fell back into a deep sleep.

In another indoor room, Prince Qi was not much better off.

A few people sat in the luxurious palace, drinking and chatting, patiently waiting, while countless people passed by them.

In the afternoon, when the sunlight began to dim.

A minor official strode over.

He reported to the worried officials of the royal court, "There are rumors circulating in the city today that the King and the Prince will not live much longer, and it's spreading like wildfire..."

The officials in the Prince's residence were furious.

"Who said that?"

Jiang She picked up his wine cup and listened from not far away.

Zhang Guolao looked over with interest: "Is this the matter you mentioned this morning, sir? These people are quite well-informed."

The junior official hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said.

"Uh... he's the son of the governor's family."

Today, Luo Liu visited a local gentry family in Yanzhou and met a wise man. He asked the Prince of Qi if he could recover. The wise man said that the Prince and the Prince of the County would not live for more than a few days.

The officials in the Prince's residence were furious.

"Who is this expert who dares to spout such nonsense? This official..."

He was speaking halfway through when he suddenly couldn't get the words out.

The junior official assumed that the official in charge of the Prince's residence was too angry, and quickly said, "It's not clear yet. All we know is that the man's surname is Jiang, and others call him Mr. Jiang. I heard that he is quite powerful and just exorcised a demon last night."

Wang Fu's subordinate opened his mouth again.

His throat felt blocked, and he couldn't make a sound. He became panicked.

The junior official lowered his head, waiting anxiously for a reply, but still heard nothing.

His heart sank, and he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"Understood, I will investigate immediately!"

He left in a hurry after saying that.

The official from the prince's residence was left raising his hand, touching his throat, trying to speak, but he couldn't hear a sound. He quickly found paper and pen, wrote a note, and called the doctor to take a look.

The imperial palace is now overflowing with imperial physicians.

The imperial physician took the pulse, switching from the left hand to the right, and then had the officials of the Prince's residence open their mouths so he could take a look.

The officials of the Prince's Palace did as instructed.

The imperial physician examined it carefully.

"He said in astonishment, 'There's nothing wrong with my throat...'"

The official in the Prince's residence was somewhat flustered. He pulled his hand away, grabbed a pen, wrote a passage on a piece of paper, and handed it to the imperial physician. His actions were urgent.

The imperial physician frowned more and more deeply, finding it hard to explain the sudden onset of muteness. He even pulled over a colleague to discuss the matter together.

At last.

The two of them shook their heads at the officials of the Prince's residence.

The officials in the Prince's residence felt utterly disheartened.

He almost dropped the pen, writing with trembling hands.

"how?"

The imperial physician felt ashamed.

He raised his hand, reached into his sleeve, and returned the money pouch that the official from the Prince's residence had given him.

"In my forty years of practicing medicine, this is the first time I've seen such a case. There's clearly nothing wrong with it..."

Why can't a perfectly healthy person speak?
The imperial physician thought to himself, considering that the officials of the Prince's residence had taken care of Prince Qi with him during this time.

He offered an extra word of reassurance.

"Bowen, there's no need to panic. Perhaps you've been too tired these past few days from caring for Prince Qi's health. A good night's sleep tonight will help you relax and perhaps you'll feel better."

The officials of the Prince's Palace saw off the two imperial physicians.

He looked helplessly at the money bag, and tried to speak again, but there was still only silence.

No sound can be made.

At this moment, the officials of the Prince's Palace had no intention of even thinking about the Prince of Qi and the Prince of Hedong.

Just as he was thinking, the door was pushed open, and the junior official who had given the order rushed over, his face covered in sweat, and hurriedly reported:

"It's been found out, that expert lives in..."

In a flash, the officials of the Prince's Palace remembered something.

A master!

It was as if he had been talking about the ramblings of a wise man, which was why he suddenly couldn't make a sound.

not far away.

Zhang Guolao watched this scene with a smile.

"This is the first time I've ever seen a man lose his temper."

Jiang She put down his wine cup, bent down to pick up a piece of meat for the cat, and smiled: "It's just that you can't speak for three days. When the time is up, you'll untie yourself."

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)