I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 190 Revisiting Puzhao Temple

Jiang She looked down at the roasted chicken, which was glistening with oil, plump and juicy. The cat must have spent a long time carefully selecting it.

"Which restaurant's roasted chicken is it?"

"Picked it up."

"From which family did you pick it up?"

The cat doesn't speak.

Perhaps they didn't know how to say it, or perhaps they weren't familiar with the place.

Jiang She also looked at the roasted chicken, which was covered in a ring of dust and had two tiny, sharp teeth marks. He recalled the chattering of the spirits in the yard, who were saying things like they would starve to death if they didn't eat for three years.

He felt he had found the reason.

He joked, "The mice can have a good meal now."

The black cat pawed at Jiang She and then tilted its little head up to look at him.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

I'm not very hungry.

Jiang She politely declined, saying, "Let's give it to someone else."

He picked up the cat, found a handkerchief, and gently wiped away the oil and dust from its body.

The cat was wiped clean, then leaped down from Jiang She's arms, its tail held high and swaying gently. It then followed Jiang She out the door, step by step, close to his feet.

Jiang She looked at Zhang Guolao.

"Three years ago, Master Guo invited me to explore Mount Tai together. Now, would you still be willing to accompany me?"

Zhang Guolao laughed heartily.

"I've been waiting for this!"

……

Pushing open the courtyard gate, Jiang She glanced at the sword sheath hanging in front of the gate.

General Red Blade was nestled in his sword sheath, comfortably enjoying the east wind, fast asleep. For the past three years, that fiend had been meditating, remaining motionless and never venturing out; he had lived a much more relaxed life.

There were no evil stars or city gods visiting.

What a wonderful life!

Although two white-bearded old men would occasionally visit, both were frail and seemed as if a gust of wind could blow them over. General Red Blade secretly felt smug, believing that he was still the most powerful one after all.

Just then, a soft "ding" came from the scabbard, and General Red Blade appeared suddenly, clutching his head.

It was still painted in bold strokes, and his figure was much clearer than before when he seemed to float away. The atmosphere of this courtyard was extraordinary, and he managed to get a taste of it.

General Chidao hurriedly saluted.

"Sir."

Jiang She looked at him.

"It's been three years, but General Chidao's temperament remains unchanged."

General Chi Dao lowered his hand from his head and asked cautiously, "When did you wake up, sir?"

"Just now."

"How the hell did I wake up..." General Red Blade cursed inwardly.

"Just wake up, just wake up."

General Chidao waited for a while, but when he didn't hear anything, he raised his head.

What about people?

He looked outside and saw that the figure in blue had already walked far away, turned at the alley entrance, and disappeared from sight.

General Red Blade breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I remembered.

That jinx has truly awakened.

He was worried, and his face fell.

Sensing the pure, ethereal air wafting through the courtyard, so rich it resembled a celestial abode, and feeling a gentle breeze stir within him, he was secretly startled. A faint aroma of wine drifted by, whetting his appetite, but no one invited him to share a drink.

He rubbed his head, which had been flicked earlier, and it still throbbed slightly.

General Chidao made a painful decision: he would start cultivating diligently from now on, enduring hardship and biding his time, so that his cultivation would eventually surpass that of the evil star.

When the time comes, let the evil star guard your door.

Putting everything else aside, the scabbard he wielded alone was more valuable than all of the Fiend Star's possessions. General Crimson Blade thought confidently, then closed his eyes and sat down to meditate.

……

……

Three days later.

At the foot of Mount Tai, Puzhao Temple remains a popular place of worship.

The greenery is beginning to stir, and occasionally a few flower buds can be seen. The spring colors on the mountain are gradually returning, and the mountain is coming back to life.

This day is the second day of the second lunar month.

A warm east wind blows, and the green willows are enchanting. A row of willows is planted at the foot of the mountain; a gentle breeze causes the misty green branches to sway, lush and verdant. Believers love to go to the temple to burn incense and pray for a bountiful harvest, academic success, and smooth business ventures. It is springtime, all plants are sprouting, wild vegetables are fresh and tender, and half of Yanzhou is out enjoying the spring scenery.

Small stalls were set up in front of the Buddhist temple, creating a lively atmosphere.

Jiang She squeezed in with the crowd, looking around.

During the Tang Dynasty, there were no barber stalls. People at that time valued the fact that their bodies and hair were given to them by their parents and rarely damaged them. They mostly grew their hair long. It wasn't until a thousand years later that the custom of shaving one's head on the second day of the second lunar month arose.

I could hear a jumble of hawkers' cries all around me.

"Hot sesame cakes, fresh out of the oven, three coins each—"

"The newly arrived tea from Wu is so delicious that it quenches the thirst of both men and women. It's rich in ingredients, fragrant, and tastes wonderful!"

"Windmill, clay figurine, bamboo whistle, young sir, would you like to take one home?"

These vendors' calls come in all sorts of accents, but if you listen carefully, you can understand them.

Standing next to Jiang She was a vendor who had set up a frame with a cloth, on which hung colorful ribbons and spring banners cut from silk. They came in all shapes and colors, mostly bought by young women to wear on their heads to welcome the spring.

Hanging on the stall, swaying in the wind, the light and shadow were beautiful.

The cat's eyes stopped moving.

Jiang She picked up a swallow-shaped spring banner, with cheap white jade beads strung at the bottom and tassels tied below. He looked at it with interest and asked the vendor a question.

"how much is this?"

The vendor glanced at Jiang She's wide-sleeved long robe and quoted a price without blinking.

Thirty coins!

"Could you make it any cheaper?"

Seeing that he was young, the vendor smiled and said, "Is this for a young lady? My spring banner isn't cheap. How about this, twenty-eight coins? Is that alright, young man?"

Jiang She held the cat in his arms.

"I bought it for the cat."

The vendor was taken aback.

Are there people who specifically buy things for cats?
The cat was indeed beautiful. When the light shone on it, it looked glossy and had lively eyes. Even the seller, who didn't usually like cats, couldn't help but take a second look at this one.

"My lord, this cat is truly handsome!"

"How about this, you buy with sincerity, and I sell with sincerity, twenty-five coins, how does that sound?"

Jiang She estimated his profit. The spring banner only used a small amount of colored silk, and the material wasn't very good, but it was bright in color. The jade beads strung on the bottom were also very cheap, so he could still make another twelve or thirteen coins.

He didn't point it out.

He counted the money and handed it over.

The vendor beamed and presented him with the spring banner.

The cat looked around curiously, following behind Jiang She, staring at the light reflected from the colorful silk and jade beads under the sun, looking like a swallow, fluttering in the wind.

The group entered the temple.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The Buddhist temple seemed unchanged from three years ago. Ascending the long steps, one could see many worshippers praying in the main hall, with the distant sound of bells occasionally drifting from behind.

The last time they came, they met Master Zhiyuan and his disciple Master Yanshou.

Li Bai walked up to a monk.

he asks:

"I wonder if the abbot is present?"

The monk noticed that these people didn't seem like ordinary people, so he hesitated and asked.

Who are you all...?

Li Bai introduced himself and then introduced Jiang She, "This is Mr. Jiang. We had a previous meeting with the abbot of your temple. Do you still remember us?"

The monk, of course, did not remember.

With so many people coming and going in the temple, he could remember them all.

"This humble monk will go and inform them immediately."

The monk put his palms together and said, "Please wait a moment, layperson."

Li Bai grabbed the other man's sleeve and instructed him, "Tell him that Mr. Jiang has come here from his travels and has come to see you."

After a while.

A monk in a kasaya hurried to the front of the hall, followed by several other monks. He had a long face and was quite young, looking to be in his thirties.

He is no longer the old abbot with graying temples and few teeth left.

"After three years, I'm surprised to see Mr. Jiang again!"

The host, beaming with joy, clasped his hands together and bowed to Jiang She.

"Fortunately, fortunately!"

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)