I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 184 Mount Tai Received an Immense Benefit

"It seems that you were right, sir."

The imperial physician rushed forward, his fingertips trembling as he probed the prince's nostrils for breath, and then gently pressed on his still warm wrist.

After a long while, he dejectedly withdrew his hand and shook his head heavily.

The Prince of Hedong has passed away.

Weeping filled the hall. The Prince of Hedong was young, and although he had wives and concubines, he had no children. His father, the Prince of Qi, was also not much better, and it seemed that there was no hope of having an heir. This line of the imperial clan would be extinct, and they could only wait for the emperor's decree to see which family's nephew or son should be chosen to inherit the lineage.

It's so distressing.

The officials of the Prince's Palace had red eyes and were trying to suppress their sobs when a hurried announcement suddenly came from outside the palace.

A eunuch, his face full of grief, staggered over and knelt down with a thud, his voice trembling with sobs.

"The Prince of Qi has passed away—"

The official in the Prince's residence swayed, but was supported by someone to keep from falling.

His lips trembled: "Your Majesty..."

Within a single day.

Both kings and nobles died.

Inside the palace, cries of sorrow echoed throughout. All the officials, imperial physicians, eunuchs, and palace maids wept, covering their faces. The wives and concubines of the Prince of Hedong and the concubines of the Prince of Qi rushed to the scene upon hearing the news, collapsing before the bed, weeping uncontrollably, and fainting several times.

Jiang She gazed at the magnificent bedchamber.

He heard crying all around him, and suddenly thought of Du Fu's line "often seen at the residence of Prince Qi" many years later, and a sense of vague complexity arose in his mind.

The changing of the year also occurs within this.

Life and death are intertwined.

Amidst the weeping and worship of the crowd, a faint figure gradually emerged from the luxurious bed, bewildered and ignorant, drifting through the hall and moving among the weeping crowd.

There is a subtle trend of gradual convergence.

No one saw it.

The royal family and their consorts wept, their cries of sorrow never ceasing. Although it was the first month of the lunar year, the entire palace seemed to be shrouded in weeping.

Jiang She and his group, along with two deceased souls.

They exist in another world, invisible to mortals.

aside.

Seeing that the young prince was already dead, and hearing the news of the death of the Prince of Qi, Zhang Guolao felt that his purpose for this trip had been achieved. He was about to lead his donkey and leave with the monk when he heard a low chanting sound beside him.

Zhang Guolao looked up.

Jiang She recited it on a whim, in a low voice. His voice was not loud, but each word was clear.

"The heavens are vast and boundless, the earth is boundless and desolate, the dead dwell in the yin, the living return to the yang..."

"Everyone has a purpose."

"The dead have their own hometown."

The voice echoed throughout the palace.

The echoes reverberated not only in the palace, but also in places further away, creating a sense of disorientation.

Dozens of miles away at the foot of Mount Tai, the beasts on the mountain roared, and the birds that roosted at night fluttered into the air. At Puzhao Temple at the foot of the mountain, the old monk called his disciple to open the window in the night. The two looked at the tranquil Mount Tai and observed this subtle movement.

The Night Wanderer raised his head, and in the City God Temple, the City God and the civil and military judges floated down from the high platform.

They couldn't quite explain it.

For a fleeting moment, it seemed as if the heavens and earth had become higher, more distant, and more profound...

In the palace.

Jiang She had already read to the end.

"...Stay here from now on and do not cause any disturbance!"

The last sentence was spoken. Something, subtly and mysteriously, changed.

The palace trembled slightly.

As he finished speaking, Li Jin's ethereal figure became even more transparent, appearing exceptionally ethereal and clear among the crowd, as if blown away by the wind.

It is unknown where it has drifted to.

The stars twinkled in the sky.

It was as if heaven and earth echoed and resonated, drifting to distant places.

Zhang Guolao's eyes widened.

After Jiang She finished speaking, he reached out and made some calculations with his fingers, feeling that it was profound and boundless. He stood right next to Mr. Jiang, opened his eyes to try to see more clearly, but it felt as if he were facing an abyss.

Can't see clearly.

I can't bear to look.

Several calculations yielded no results.

The Old Deer Mountain God was once the god of a mountain, and he had a deeper understanding of the earth's energy than Jiang She. As Jiang She recited the poem, he was already looking towards Mount Tai outside the hall.

Feeling something in my heart, I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of a mountain surging.

He was greatly alarmed. Zhang Guolao grabbed Jiang She's sleeve tightly, refusing to let go, his eyes burning with eagerness as he inquired.

"Mr. Jiang, what is this?"

Jiang She tried several times, but couldn't budge him. He never expected that Zhang Guolao, an old man with white hair and beard, would have such strength.

I just got the idea on a whim.

Jiang She himself hadn't expected such an effect after reading it aloud.

A vibrant spirituality surrounds me.

Jiang She listened for a moment.

It's not necessarily a bad thing.

Zhang Guolao didn't get any information from the question, and he decided in his heart to try to deduce it again himself, or go back and find a master diviner or immortal to do a proper divination.

Then he heard the old mountain god speak beside him.

After being startled, the mountain god was filled with emotion.

He stroked his beard and said:

"If Mount Tai has a spirit, it should also thank you, sir..."

Zhang Guolao, disregarding past grievances, tugged at the mountain god's sleeve and asked curiously, "What exactly happened?"

The old deer mountain god glanced at it.

The main gate of the hall was wide open, and Mount Tai could be seen in the distance. The energy of heaven and earth flowed, and silver light shone for thousands of miles.

He said:

"I can't see the specifics clearly either."

"At a cursory glance, all that can be said is that Mount Tai has received an enormous benefit..."

Zhang Guolao and the monk listened with great interest, their curiosity growing. Zhang Guolao, recalling the abyss he had just sensed through divination, grabbed the old deer mountain god and pressed him for answers.

The old deer mountain god was relentlessly pursued by him.

I added an extra sentence.

"I'm afraid that in a hundred years or so, there really will be a God of Mount Tai!"

As the old deer mountain god spoke, a hint of envy crept into his heart.

“This kind of deity, born from the spirit of a mountain, is far superior to someone like me, who was created through cultivation and bestowed a title by the mortal world upon a mountain range.”

Zhang Guolao wanted to ask more questions.

Old Deer Mountain God was furious. He used force to snatch his sleeve back from Zhang Guolao's hand and smoothed out the wrinkles.

"I don't know either if you ask me again."

He added, "What could I possibly know?"

Jiang She listened to their sighs for a while, only smiling slightly, without replying.

The group departed under the moonlight, far from the wailing that filled the hall.

Tonight is the first day of the Lunar New Year. I imagine Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu are awake and having dinner.

Jiang She extended an invitation.

"How about we have a meal together, Mr. Guo?"

Zhang Guolao laughed heartily: "Since you have invited me, sir, that's wonderful!"

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. Every household lights up and hangs lanterns in front of their doors, celebrating the New Year together and spending the rest of the year in harmony. Except for those who leave the New Year's Eve dinner table to rush over and pay their respects to the officials of Yanzhou, everyone else makes New Year's wishes for peace and happiness.

outside the temple.

This is a momentous event, the passing of a great king.

The few eunuchs couldn't squeeze in, and they all knelt outside the hall with sorrowful expressions.

The chief eunuch and nobles were all in the palace.

Several eunuchs huddled together, and no one paid them any attention. After crying for a while, someone remembered what they had said at the New Year's Eve dinner and whispered, "We were just saying that the Second Prince's health was not good and that he probably wouldn't last much longer, and now this has happened."

"So, will we be able to return to Chang'an and Luoyang soon?"

"How would I know? The body will have to remain here for a while. I should be able to go back this year, no matter what."

"It's only the first month of the lunar calendar!"

They whispered among themselves, their voices barely audible.

One of them looked into the distance, and although it was a blurry black shadow, the majestic Mount Tai was still clearly visible.

"By the way, didn't you guys notice something different just now? I can't quite put my finger on it, but it felt like the wind was colder."

"I think so."

Someone rubbed their arms, feeling uneasy, and whispered in a guessing tone:
"Could it be the ghosts of the two kings..."

Shh! Are you out of your mind?

Seeing someone approaching from afar, the group immediately stopped talking and continued to weep for the deaths of the two kings.

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)