I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 214 This mountain is unfathomable
The vendor breathed a sigh of relief and became curious.

"If you go north, you'll see a mountain, and not far down at the foot of the mountain is a county town. What are you going there for? The mountain is barren, and I don't see any mountain produce. I've also heard it's haunted."

He looked at the beggar's emaciated appearance and thought he was about to starve to death, so he pointed out a path.

"Why don't you go to that county down the mountain? It's not far from here. If you ask around for food at a few places, you'll be able to fill your stomach."

Li Xuan shook his head.

"Thanks."

He then picked up the iron crutch and walked away with a limp.

The trafficker then discovered that the man was actually a cripple, with one leg crippled.

He slapped his forehead in frustration.

"If I had known that man was lame, I would have torn half a flatbread for him instead of making him go to the county to beg for it."

The traffickers tried to catch up.

I hurried forward a few steps, only to find that the person had already gone far away.

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Yunmeng Mountain, at the summit.

Sanshui knelt before the patriarch, holding a large incense stick in his hands, and looked up at it. The flame of the incense stick was very weak and burned extremely slowly, carrying the hopes of the young man, moving only an inch after a long time.

It might take two hours or more to burn it all.

How can it be so big...?

Sanshui let out a deep sigh.

She lifted her leg and plopped down on it, making herself more comfortable kneeling. Beneath her knees was a cushion her junior brother had secretly found for the two of them, to make kneeling softer.

"Master——"

"Master—we know we were wrong—"

Sanshui called out for a while, but didn't hear a reply for a long time, so he knew that his master didn't want to talk to them.

Another sigh.

Next to her.

On the first day of the lunar month, he also held a large incense stick in his hand, burning it very slowly, inch by inch.

The two boys sighed together.

Sanshui turned his head and glared at his junior brother.

"It's all your fault! If you hadn't said you could learn from the seniors and fly on the clouds, and insisted on jumping into the sea of ​​clouds, why would Master have thought of punishing us?"

Not to be outdone, Chu Yi glared at her.

"Isn't this your doing? We've both learned to fly now. Even if we fail and fall, the cliff won't kill us."

“If you hadn’t insisted on bringing Master’s crane along, so that it could have carried us for a while.”

"How did I end up being punished along with you?"

I could hear them bickering right in front of the incense burner.

There was no one else in the room except for the two young disciples. The door was open, and sunlight streamed in, casting two long shadows.

Three years have passed, and the two young disciples are now thirteen years old, having grown considerably taller.

Even raised on the mountain, its temperament remains like that of a monkey.

Sanshui slumped his shoulders.

Kneeling made her legs hurt, so she simply pulled them out, sat cross-legged on the cushion, facing the portrait of the ancestor, and the two children complained to their elder for a while.

Sanshui muttered to himself.

"Falling won't kill you, but it hurts so much. Our grandmaster and master will scold us, and we'll still be punished once we've recovered."

"I don't think it will be much better than it is now."

Chu Yi glanced at her.

He was quite resentful when the matter was brought up.

“At least the crane won’t get hurt. Master treasures it. We have to kneel here and burn incense every day until the white crane recovers from its injuries.”

Sanshui thought of the white crane whose neck had been twisted by the two of them, shrank back and remained silent.

She thought about it.

"Why don't you go and steal our cat? Master is really something. He kneels to offer incense, but he even takes away our paper cat."

If the first-year student is unwilling, who will be responsible for the additional punishment later?

"You go."

Sanshui was unwilling to give up, and the two young boys exchanged a few random insults inside the house, without any clear winner.

They finally took a break when they were both exhausted.

Sanshui's eyes darted around.

"Do you remember how the senior flew when he soared into the clouds? Why did you fall down as soon as you stepped on the clouds on the mountain? What was the difference?" Back then, I didn't see it that clearly.

Three years later, he remembered it very well.

I thought about it for a while.

"I can't remember either, let's try again next time."

"It would be great if we could meet the senior, then we can ask him together."

Sanshui also sighed.

"I wish I could see my senior again."

"I wonder where you went for fun, senior. You haven't been to Luoyang in three years."

Sanshui thought to himself, "Our seniors said they didn't know the art of flying, and we actually believed them back then. How could they even fool a ten-year-old child?" After witnessing the flying figure, they pressed their master and grandmaster for answers, but received no response.

I really hope to see Senior Jiang again.

I wonder if that black cat has grown up yet...

"cough."

Just as she was lost in thought, a dignified cough suddenly came from outside. Sanshui quickly got up from the cushion and knelt down, her back straight.

She glanced furtively to the side.

Chu Yi, like her, knelt upright.

Their master, a middle-aged man named Qingyun, walked over with his hands behind his back and glanced at his two troublesome disciples.

"Get up, guests will be coming soon, so behave yourselves."

The two were as if they had been granted a pardon.

They knelt for three days; it seems their master's anger has subsided.

Sanshui jumped up, quickly stuck the incense stick into the incense burner, looked at his master, and asked curiously:
"What kind of guest is it?"

"You'll see when you get there; you talk too much. But when you meet the guests, you can't be like that; you have to be polite."

Both young disciples nodded.

The middle-aged man said again.

"And stop dreaming about flying through the clouds all day long. How many people in the world can actually do that?"

"You two haven't even mastered the art of flying properly, so don't keep thinking about jumping off cliffs all day long." With that, he glared at his two disciples.

Sanshui and Chuyi exchanged a glance and smiled secretly to themselves.

The two boys, one on each side, tugged at their master's sleeve and swayed back and forth.

"Master~"

When can we get down the mountain?

"That's right, Sanshui and I are considered quite skilled among the disciples. Some of them haven't even learned any lightness techniques; they're incredibly clumsy. When can we go down the mountain and venture out into the world?"

The middle-aged man looked up.

Judging from their loud and boisterous manner, I felt that day was probably a long way off.

But then I thought about it again. These two children have always been raised on the mountain. They are pure-hearted and have little contact with the outside world. If this continues, they will hardly make any progress.

But after all, it was a child he had raised, and the middle-aged man hesitated all the way before finally not giving in.

We continued walking until we reached another mountain peak.

The middle-aged man pushed open the door.

Sanshui and Chuyi became more obedient, raised their heads to look at the guests, and saw a bald beggar with a thick beard sitting cross-legged on the table, with a gourd tied around his waist, looking very unruly.

Both of them were a little curious.

"Hello, guest."

Li Xuan met the two boys' curious and bright eyes, smiled, and said, "Hello to you both too."

After exchanging pleasantries, he got down to business.

"A few years ago, I found an ancient book in a pile of old papers called 'Yunmeng Yanqi,' and the author of this book came from Yunmeng Mountain. Following the guidance of an immortal, I searched for it all the way here..."

As Li Xuan spoke, he noticed something strange: these people didn't ask him much about the ancient books, nor did they blame him for secretly learning Taoist magic. Instead, they asked about the immortal, the color of his clothes, his face, whether he had a cat with him, and the names of the people who were walking with him.

The two young disciples listened, their eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Is it Senior Jiang?"

Sanshui blurted it out, then realized the person didn't know, so he turned to ask.

"Is the immortal you're talking about surnamed Jiang?"

When Li Xuan heard the word "senior," he understood. It seemed that the man named Taibai hadn't been exaggerating; Yunmeng Mountain truly deserved to address immortals as "senior."

They can associate with immortals.

It seems that Yunmeng Mountain is indeed unfathomable.

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)