I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 201 I'll Accompany the Immortal One More Time

Li Bai noticed that Mr. Jiang's interest had visibly been piqued.

Jiang She asked:
"Where did you encounter that fierce tiger?"

The middle-aged man pointed to a small path worn into the mountainside.

"Just keep going uphill and you'll see it. That mountain lord just ate a rabbit and isn't full yet. Don't think I'm being too talkative, but you'd better avoid him!"

Jiang She expressed his gratitude.

"You're welcome."

The four people carried the paper package away, while the boy next to them peeked around curiously.

What's inside?

The middle-aged man unfolded a package of cured meat for his nephew. He sniffed it and said confidently.

"mutton."

In an instant, both boys cheered.

The middle-aged man was already thinking about how to cook the mutton. First, he would take some cured pork and cook it in the porridge so that the rice would have a meaty flavor. Then he would take some more and slice it thinly, preferably thin enough for the whole family to eat.

We need to save the extra for holidays...

……

……

Jiang She smiled and said to Li Bai.

"Tonight, I will rest on the mountain with the mountain god, and you can sleep in the carriage for the night."

Li Bai immediately replied.

"I went up the mountain with you, sir!"

Yuan Danqiu, having been outmaneuvered by Taibai, could only follow behind him and say:

"Me too!"

Jiang She simply put the carriage into his sleeve.

The sunset was magnificent. The group walked slowly up the mountain, through the lush forest, and occasionally heard the babbling of a stream.

Half an hour later.

Upon reaching the top of the mountain, they indeed found a fierce tiger behind a tall rock.

Their footsteps were concealed, so that even the most discerning mountain beasts wouldn't hear them, and the tiger was still asleep.

Jiang She glanced at it.

"His intelligence is not yet developed; he is still somewhat ignorant."

Yuan Danqiu looked at him and said, "Judging from what those hunters were saying, I thought it was a tiger demon."

The old deer mountain god sighed.

"Is becoming a spirit and entering the Dao so easy?"

"Ignorant and savage, eating meat and smelling fish, most living beings are nothing more than beasts!"

Li Xuan was right beside him and listened intently.

Looking at that fierce tiger, I felt a pang of emotion.

The wealthy families in Bozhou, and even the magistrates of a county, worshipped him as if he were a deity. He had learned the art of flying, was skilled in divination, and possessed several supernatural powers and magic.

But only Li Xuan himself knew that he was merely a scholar who had barely achieved a full lifespan.

He looked over.

Jiang She had already found a wine pot and several wine cups. The group sat down in the mountains, with the wine pot casually placed on the grass, filling the air with the aroma of wine.

This is the Hundred Fruit Wine that Jiang She got from Zhang Guolao. There are only two jugs; even Guolao didn't have any more, saying that he would have the monkeys find more fruit when he returned to Zhongtiao Mountain.

The tiger was awakened by the noise.

The enormous tiger eyes stared at these people, as if confirming danger.

Jiang She tapped the body of the pot.

A stream of water spontaneously poured from the wine jug, as if possessed by a spirit, and entered the tiger's mouth. Its taste was sweet and refreshing, just enough for one cup.

The tiger was very drunk.

They sat drinking in the mountains, the cold wind blowing in their faces, the wine intoxicating.

As the bright moon rises, its clear, cool light illuminates the mountains and forests, like the glow of snow.

A drunken tiger lay behind him.

Jiang She smiled and couldn't help but say:
"This situation is somewhat similar to the experience of the disciple of Master Jiwei of Yunmeng Mountain."

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu also realized this.

Li Bai, holding his wine cup, smiled and said, "Let's get drunk today."

The ethereal Yin spirit Li Xuan, upon hearing them mention Yunmeng Mountain, thought of his ancient book and asked curiously, "Which disciple is it?"

His Taoist name is Mingfeng.

Jiang She stroked the energetic cat in his arms, holding it down to prevent it from provoking the drunken, snoring tiger.

We casually started talking about things from three or four years ago.

The sect leader, Master Jiwei, spoke to him about his disciples, his memory as clear as if it had happened yesterday.

"The two of them, master and disciple, were once like this today."

"Wandering the world with a sword, riding the wind and admiring the moon."

"Drinking fine wine on the mountaintop, but penniless and without lodging, I stayed in a cave on the mountain and slept with a tiger."

"The master and disciple traveled together for thirty years, eliminating demons and ghosts, killing mountain bandits, and discussing many Taoist practices."

Li Xuan listened with longing.

"When I travel to Luoyang in the future and come to Yunmeng Mountain, I will definitely pay a visit to this senior!"

Jiang She laughed and drank the last sip of wine in his cup.

His tone was indifferent. "That was nearly three hundred years ago, and that Daoist Mingfeng has long since passed away."

Li Xuan was taken aback.

Jiang She poured himself another cup, letting Li Xuan press the others for answers, while Li Bai relayed the information to Yuan Danqiu. They talked about cultivation and immortality, and the lives of several disciples of the True Man Jiwei.

It produces leaves, flowers, and fruit.

Li Xuan listened attentively, wishing he could follow along and travel the world.

Fueled by the alcohol, the group became increasingly animated in their conversation.

They chatted all night long.

As the clouds gradually rose on the horizon, half the sky turned purple and gold. The golden light fell on every leaf on the mountain, on the people, on the cat, and on the tiger.

View from the mountain.

The sun rises in the east.

Li Xuan was a Yin spirit and did not need to sleep. He simply watched the first rays of the sun shine on the mountains, which seemed to fall on him in an illusory way, and a vague longing arose in his heart.

I'd rather spend my life like this.

The group slept soundly, and when they woke up it was already noon. The tiger was still drunk, fast asleep, and it was anyone's guess how long it would remain so.

Jiang She picked up the cat.

They slowly drove towards the planned route.

In the following days, they only occasionally mentioned Taoist magic or some minor techniques. Most of the time, they walked at a leisurely pace, staying at inns or lodgings at night, and occasionally staying at farmhouses.

I've been taken advantage of by others, and I've also taken advantage of others.

It wasn't until the sixth day.

Jiang She looked at Li Xuan and smiled as he offered a reminder.

"Fellow Daoist, it's time for you to return."

There's only one day left.

Li Xuan felt a deep reluctance to leave. In these short six days, he had traveled with the immortals, slept with tigers, drunk wine on mountain peaks, and casually recounted tales of immortals. They had watched the sunrise on the mountain and traveled two or three hundred li, leisurely strolling along the way.

Having seen that kind of world...

Such an experience is extremely rare.

He looked at Jiang She again and bowed respectfully.

"Does the immortal accept disciples?"

He was nervous, and his words were somewhat incoherent:

"Or... I don't have to be a disciple! Even a hearth boy, a sweeping servant, or a coachman would be fine. I wonder if the immortal would be willing to accept me?"

Yuan Danqiu sat in front of the carriage, holding the reins in his hand, and immediately looked over.

Jiang She sized him up.

Li Xuansheng was young and handsome, dressed in a long robe with wide sleeves, with a carefree personality and high spirits.

After six days, his lingering spirit had faded considerably.

It can only last for seven days.

Such a person has a steadfast heart in seeking the Way.

With superior innate talent, even without the guidance of a renowned teacher, one can cultivate to the point of astral projection simply by flipping through an ancient book.

It can be described as a fine material and a beautiful jade.

But Jiang She still shook his head slightly and said.

"I will not accept you as my disciple."

Li Xuan was taken aback, feeling somewhat disappointed, yet unwilling to return alone, unsure of the way.

he asked.

"Why?"

Jiang She could see his eagerness and disappointment.

To prevent the other party from becoming distracted and making any mistakes in their cultivation later, he patiently explained a few things.

“Your resolve is firm and your aptitude is superior. You have walked this path of seeking the Dao and have already forged your own path. If I were to force you to follow the old path, it would be disastrous.”

“At that time, you will no longer be yourself.”

"The world is a bit lonely without a cultivator named Li Xuan."

"Why not let us travel together for the next few days, and when we reach the point where we must part, let us part without regret or sorrow? Wouldn't that be better?"

Your destiny does not lie here.

Li Xuan seemed to be deep in thought.

He looked into Mr. Jiang's eyes. The immortal looked at him calmly, with a gentle smile.

The immortal stood there, seemingly unchanged for thousands of years.

Fang heard the words, "The world is a bit lonely without a cultivator named Li Xuan," which puzzled Li Xuan.

Throughout history, countless people have sought the Way.

How could someone like him make the world feel lonely?

A strange and wonderful feeling arose in Li Xuan's heart. He was happy to have gained the recognition of the immortals, but also disappointed that he could not become their disciple and seek the Dao.

A person like Mr. Jiang is someone you might only encounter a few times in this world.

The thought swirled in my mind a thousand times.

finally.

Li Xuan bowed and said:

"I will accompany the immortal for one more day."

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)