I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 202 Ordered to Burn the Physical Body
The seven-day period ended, and on the last day, Li Xuan followed the carriage and horses for a while longer.

Later on, Li Xuan's Yin spirit became increasingly faint.

On the afternoon of the last day, Li Xuan gazed into the distance at the river channel that rippled in the sunlight, with boats and crowds of people passing by—that was the place the immortals were going.

He saluted.

Li Xuan laughed and said, "I am about to return to Bozhou, so I cannot go with the immortal."

Jiang She nodded.

He said, "We'll meet again someday."

"Until we meet again," Li Xuan said, bowing again.

A smile appeared on his face. This spiritual journey had been very rewarding; he had met immortals, heard the stories of Yunmeng Mountain, and learned about its specific location.

The seven-day journey with the immortals was truly worthwhile.

Li Xuan turned around and drifted away, the verdant mountains reflecting his illusory figure.

……

……

"Where exactly is that kid Bu Yang?"

Bozhou.

Several villagers trudged through the mountains. They had entered the mountains early in the morning, searching all over the place, but after searching all morning, they still didn't know where the Bu family boy was.

A villager nearby sighed and said:

"Sigh! That Bu family brat followed the immortals to cultivate Taoism, I wonder what kind of nonsense he's produced. He's not farming properly, he just has to learn from the immortals. Really."

Another person said.

"That's not what I heard. My third son's brother-in-law is the county accountant. He said that the Bu family's son is very successful. He has met all the high-ranking officials in the county, and all the young masters in the city want to invite him to their homes. He's living the high life."

Someone is curious.

"Could that deity be real?"

"How would I know? I've lived my whole life and never seen a god."

Several villagers speculated among themselves, all feeling a bit regretful. Bu Yang was a tall and sturdy young man, and they had even considered proposing marriage for him, asking around on behalf of their daughters. Unexpectedly, three years ago, a master suddenly appeared, saying he would take people to cultivate Taoism.

This time I was gone for three years.

No one was seen.

One villager sighed, "Now look what's happened, his mother died of illness, and she didn't even get to see her child one last time before she died."

"It made us have to go into the mountains to look for him..."

Where did this person go?

This mountain is far from the village. The villagers had only heard that the young man from the Bu family had gone to learn Taoism from the immortals. They asked around in the city and only then learned about the mountain's name. They had never actually been to the mountain to see it.

As fellow villagers, I've come to say hello, hoping that the Bu family boy can make it to the seventh day after his death.

They're really suffering now.

This mountain is so big, how can we find anyone?

The group searched several more times, but still couldn't find Bu Yang. Occasionally, they encountered a hunter on the mountain path, and when they asked him, he said he had never even heard of the immortals.

It was almost noon.

Dejected from searching for someone, he took a couple of sips of water from the bamboo tube when a villager suddenly made a suggestion.

"Don't they say that gods are powerful? Let's shout at the top of our lungs on this mountain. You go to the sunny side, and we'll go to the shady side. If we shout a few more times, the gods will surely hear us, right?"

Even if you're not a god, anyone who isn't deaf can hear some sounds.

Several people agreed.

He raised his voice and shouted as he walked.

“Bu Yang—”

"Bu Family Eldest Son—"

"Buyang, your mother has passed away—go home and see her!"

……

……

In the cave.

The disciple Bu Yang sat in front of the dead man, hugging his knees.

Beside him lay his half-empty bundle. There were five or six flatbreads left, enough for two or three days if he was careful. He was almost out of water, but there was a mountain stream on the mountain where he could drink and quench his thirst.

Aside from going out to relieve myself, I have hardly left these past few days.

It's been six days now, and his master hasn't woken up yet. His master keeps shouting about finding an immortal, learning immortal techniques, and attaining immortality.

"I wonder if I really encountered a deity." Bu Yang sighed heavily.

In those six days, he even counted how many ants were in the ant nest in the cave.

Fortunately, it will be over soon.

Master's wish for immortality was fulfilled, and I was finally free to stop hiding in the mountains and practicing some kind of shady path.

Think carefully about what you can do in the future. In the county, the magistrate's son is also interested in learning immortality. He has always been on good terms with Bu Yang and wanted to learn immortal techniques.

The disciple thought drowsily.

Unlike his master, he knew nothing about divination, but he learned to read and light fires, and gradually learned some supernatural abilities through his surroundings.

My master can use the art of flying to lift himself ten zhang off the ground. He can walk on the snow for seven or eight zhang without leaving many footprints.

It should be fine to teach the children of wealthy families, right...?

Feeling utterly bored.

The disciple lay on the ground, covering his face with his outer robe to block the sunlight from shining in, and dozed off for a while.

For some reason, he had just closed his eyes when he heard some sounds coming from afar.

Something familiar.

Is she calling his name...?
The disciple wanted to listen carefully, but it seemed like they were far away. He walked outside the cave, looked around, and finally found two people. He raised his voice.

"I'm here!"

……

The villagers rushed over, their faces covered in sweat. They wiped it with their sleeves and kept looking the young man in front of them up and down.

He wore a moon-white long robe and a headscarf.

He was dressed like a scholar, and his face was much fairer; he really looked like a disciple of a deity.

They hesitated, stunned, and somewhat reluctant to recognize each other.

After hesitating for a moment, the disciple, seeing their hesitation, chuckled and began using the titles he had used before becoming a cultivator: "Second Uncle Wang, Seventh Brother Zhang, you've come to see me..."

The villagers finally came to their senses.

Zhang Qige hesitated for a moment before announcing the death.

"Bu Yang!"

The disciple was taken aback. He looked at the faces of his fellow villagers, whom he hadn't seen for three years, and noticed their evasive gazes. His heart immediately sank in relief.

He listened to what Zhang Qige had to say.

“Your mother died of illness the day before yesterday… Your uncle’s family has put together a coffin for her. After the seventh day after her death, she will be buried. Your uncles want you to go back to see your mother one last time!”

The disciple's ears rang.

Several villagers felt bad when they saw his face turn pale.

Zhang Qige lowered his voice as well. They had already seen that there was nothing in the cave except for one person sitting there. He wore a lotus crown and a long, wide-sleeved robe, so he was probably a highly skilled person.

Zhang Qi said dryly:

“Come with us. We’ll leave tonight, just in time for your mother’s seventh day memorial service, so we can kowtow to her.”

The disciple nodded.

He glanced at his master on the ground again, remembering the other's instructions.

"I will go back with you tomorrow and wait one more night."

The villagers were puzzled.

Zhang Qige was puzzled.

"What are we waiting for? My mother is already dead. While it's still light, let's go down the mountain and make it in time for your mother's seventh day memorial."

"Bu Da, Bu Da, you've been cultivating the Tao for three years and haven't come back to see your mother even once. How can you be so heartless? You don't even want to see her one last time?"

These words were quite harsh, and the disciple's eyes immediately reddened.

He lowered his head and wiped his face with his sleeve.

Come to think of it, Master has been wandering the world in spirit for six whole days and hasn't returned. It's already noon on the seventh day.

They must have found the immortals long ago and attained immortality.

"Then wait for me."

"What are you doing?"

The disciple said, "Master is on a spiritual journey seeking immortals, and he asked me to stay here to guard him. Now it is the last day, and I don't think he will come back."

“I am ordered to burn his body.”

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)