I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 192 was like trying to turn the world upside down.

Zhang Guolao glanced at his friend, who was drinking tea with his head down. His expression was unreadable, as if the temple's affairs had been completely unrelated to him lately.

He was itching to offer a suggestion, and finally couldn't resist giving it a hint.

“The host need not be alarmed; in my opinion, this is a good thing.”

"How to say it?"

The abbot gripped the teacup tightly, his knuckles turning white. The monks in the temple frequently saw ghostly spirits and demons, which sent chills down their spines and instilled fear in them. How could he possibly feel at ease?

Zhang Guolao stroked his beard and asked.

"I ask the abbot, in the past three years, have any monks in the temple lost their lives because of this? Has anyone truly been afflicted by evil spirits and fallen ill?"

"No...that's not true!"

The host blurted it out, then seemed to be deep in thought.

Zhang Guolao smiled at the host, "The answer is right here."

The host suddenly realized.

He said, "Thank you very much for your guidance, distinguished guests..."

The group chatted for a while longer. The host hesitated, then suggested they have a meal and stay overnight. After much deliberation, the host ultimately remained silent.

After drinking two cups of tea, Jiang She rose to take his leave.

As they walked out of the reception room.

For various reasons, the monks who had been waiting near the guest hall scattered in a hurry. Some surrounded the abbot and talked, while others whispered among themselves, guessing the identities of these people.

Jiang She was sharp of hearing and sight, and could even hear that there were young monks following behind the abbot.

Clutching at her master's sleeve, she chattered away.

Jiang She turned around and looked into the distance.

Under the sunlight, beside the ancient pine tree.

Beside the abbot, who was draped in a kasaya, stood a young disciple, shorter than him, dressed in a grey robe. He bombarded his master with questions, his mind full of doubts.

The master and disciple stood at the entrance of Puzhao Temple, their hands clasped together. When they saw him turn around and look at them, they stopped talking, bowed, and smiled.

Just like back then.

……

……

As the group exited the temple, they saw the Old Deer Mountain God slowly walking out of the forest.

The old deer mountain god was still old, but he looked much better than when he was in Xiangyang. He raised his hand in a salute and said with a smile, "Today I sensed the change in the energy, and I knew that you had woken up, sir."

"It's been three years since I last saw you, sir, you still have the same charm as before."

Jiang She sized up the old deer mountain god, whose wide-sleeved robe fluttered without wind, whose beard and hair were all white, and whose face was ruddy.

"The mountain god's cultivation has also made progress!"

The mountain god laughed and said, "It's all thanks to your esteemed presence, sir."

In recent years, he has been meditating and cultivating on Mount Tai, occasionally teasing the mountain demons and ghosts, casually offering a few words of advice on cultivation, and observing the changes in heaven and earth. Sometimes he would bring fresh produce to visit his teacher, but it all ended up in the bellies of Li Bai, Yuan Danqiu, and Zhang Guo.

The group slowly climbed the mountain along the stone steps.

Dappled shadows fell on the stone steps.

Zhang Guolao clapped his hands and said jokingly.

"The last time my husband and I came here was because we saw the illusion."

Upon hearing this, the Old Deer Mountain God glanced sideways.

"A cloak of illusion?"

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu also looked over. Li Bai, with the long sword he had brought from Xiangyang still on his back, said:

“I remember you once said that the swindlers in Xiangyang who claimed that their breath could turn into flames was actually an illusion, a trick to deceive people.”

Jiang She nodded.

"It was changed from here."

The old deer mountain god looked at Zhang Guolao, a look of doubt appearing on his aged face.

What is the connection between the art of blindness and Mount Tai?

Zhang Guolao recalled the illusion technique, which had frightened him greatly at the time. It was a pity that Mr. Jiang only revealed it for a brief moment. Now, thinking back, he truly felt that the method was ingenious. It was a pity that the old mountain god in front of him could not see it.

He deliberately stroked his long beard slowly.

After the old deer mountain god stared at him intently for a long time, Zhang Guolao said something meaningful.

"A leaf blocks your view of Mount Tai!"

A seemingly casual remark sent shivers down everyone's spines. Li Bai gazed at the mountain path beneath his feet; they were now at the foot of Mount Tai. He looked up again; the path was winding and long, with dozens of peaks nearby. It would be a long time before they reached the top of Mount Tai.

How could such a majestic mountain be covered by a single leaf?

Everyone stared at Mount Tai in a daze.

Zhang Guolao smiled as he admired the astonished expressions of the crowd, and only after he was completely satisfied did he speak again:

"Not only that, I also listened to the Master's discourse on Taoism on Mount Tai, and witnessed a sea of ​​clouds, soaring through thousands of miles on the clouds. It was truly exhilarating..."

Zhang Guolao stroked his donkey.

He had seen it all before, and now it was time for these people to see it too.

Let's see what their expressions are like.

Yuan Danqiu and Li Bai exchanged a glance, their expressions shifting to smiles.

After a while.

Yuan Danqiu spoke.

"I, along with Taibai and the Mountain God, once saw the Three Mountains and Five Peaks in a single day, rose up on the clouds, and visited the celestial palace in the heavens."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Guolao was startled and nearly plucked out his own white beard.

"A celestial palace?"

Yuan Danqiu nodded: "These palaces are all protected by barriers, so ordinary people cannot see them. They only feel a sense of vastness and silence, as if all sounds are still."

Vast silence...

Zhang Guolao pondered these words and felt a pang of regret.

Last time, he only thought about flying through the clouds and didn't think that he could also visit the celestial palace in the heavens. He had never seen any cultivators in the heavens.

He grabbed Jiang She's sleeve and asked him about it.

"Really?"

Jiang She watched with amusement as Zhang Guolao, Li Bai, and Yuan Danqiu showed off to each other, and even the old deer mountain god joined in the fun, while the cat listened with great interest.

He didn't mention the celestial abode, he only said:

"I enjoyed the scenery from the sky."

Zhang Guolao listened with great interest and longing.

He couldn't help but stroke his white donkey, shake his head, and lamented why donkeys couldn't grow wings. The donkey brayed twice, then rammed its head against him, sending him tumbling over.

"Ouch!" Zhang Guolao exclaimed, nearly falling over.

Jiang She laughed loudly.

"You wicked donkey!" Zhang Guolao stood up, shook his head, and was about to brush the dust off his robe when he suddenly remembered the dust-avoiding trick that Mr. Jiang had told him.

Why not give it a try?

He recalled that spell...

Rustling, rustling.

A gust of wind swept in, snapping the spring grass, causing the trees on both sides to sway, dust to fly up on the stone steps, and even dead tree roots to be dug up by the roots, making a loud noise.

The birds took flight in fright.

Exclamations came from the mountain path below.

"Why is there such a strong wind out of the blue?"

"It's getting windy, let's go upstairs and find some shelter!"

"Whoosh—my cloth has been blown away! Erlang, let's go find it!"

"Brother, you should have thrown that towel away a long time ago. It's so dirty, yet you carry it with you all the time. Your wife doesn't even want to wash it..."

……

In the strong wind.

They spoke while avoiding the wind, their footsteps drawing closer.

Zhang Guolao immediately stopped his actions and withdrew his magic.

The surroundings had become extremely clean; not a single blade of grass or speck of dust could be found. The group stood on the pristine stone steps, Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu looking on in astonishment. Zhang Guolao, riding on his donkey, looked around, feeling as if every leaf on the tree had been meticulously swept clean.

Zhang Guolao looked at Jiang She and remained silent.

The footsteps grew closer.

"Wow, that gust of wind was really strong, it felt like it was going to turn the sky upside down!"

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(End of this chapter)