I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 221 We can kill later
On the mountain that the two children pointed to, there were no palaces or buildings.

The wind rustles through the bamboo forest, filling the air with a vibrant green hue.

In the bamboo forest, there was a large and simple building. A small horse was tied outside the building, and many children were fighting crickets. Every now and then, you could hear a few words of scripture, and then go inside to brew tea and wine.

The young disciples sat at the table, listening to their teachers' teachings, and there were sounds of debate.

Jiang She stopped and listened for a while.

A middle-aged Taoist priest with a dashing expression knelt down, with Taoist books casually piled up in front of him.

It refers to methods for cultivating supernatural powers.

The method of deer-walking involves wearing talismans, chanting incantations, stepping on deer tracks, climbing mountains and traversing dangerous terrain, and going three feet off the ground.

Drawing talismans on the soles of the feet or wearing them on the body, while contemplating the form of a deer, calming the mind, and drawing upon the essence of Qi, one has rudimentarily mastered the method of flying—the Deer Leap.

The young disciple then asked if there were any even more advanced spells.

The middle-aged Taoist then took another sip of tea.

He then jokingly spoke of even more profound methods.

The Tiger-Swallowing Talisman, by contemplating the essence of the White Tiger and refining its primordial energy, can become a Tiger-Swallowing Spirit.

Those who wield the Tiger-like Spirit, carrying talismans and focusing their minds, can move with the wind beneath their feet, as if possessed by the spirit of a tiger, allowing them to traverse land without hindrance. When their cultivation reaches its peak, they can travel nearly a thousand miles through the mountains and forests.

Another disciple mentioned, as our master had also mentioned before, that there are even more profound teachings in the world.

The Taoist replied, "It certainly exists, but none of us here are capable of cultivating it."

"Then it becomes the Dragon's Leap."

"Those who cultivate the Dragon Leap will ascend to the Five Sacred Mountains, soar through the void, and befriend the True Man."

"Wandering freely in the void, moving freely without obstruction."

"To reach such a state."

"It's just that the Taoist arts are profound, and I've never seen anyone who can cultivate them. Even I myself, after many years of cultivation, have only managed to cultivate the Tiger's Leap, which allows me to travel a thousand miles."

The disciple listened, bowed in admiration, and praised.

A look of longing appeared on his face.

Some of these disciples were recruited by the Taoist priest during his travels in his earlier years, while others were followers who wanted to join him.

There were also those born into wealth and dressed in fine clothes, who wholeheartedly admired the Dao of Immortality. They heard about it from somewhere and respectfully bowed down to become disciples who were only good at sweeping and cleaning.

After the Taoist priest finished explaining one section, he told them to go back and practice on their own.

The Taoist priest picked up the wine pot and poured himself a cup.

Enjoying the tranquility of the room.

Bamboo leaves swayed gently in the wind, and a large expanse of greenery filled the room. Outside, one could hear disciples discussing and arguing amongst themselves, and children cheering after winning cricket fights.

He has lived like this for a century.

Just as I was resting with my eyes closed, I suddenly heard a soft laugh.

"You seem quite at ease."

The Taoist opened his eyes and saw a small patch of mist spreading in the air, with light and shadow shifting. Then, he heard two breaths. Four people were standing before him.

He hadn't noticed anything amiss before.

Jiang She, dressed in blue, was also looking at him.

In a calm tone: "I just heard you preach, and I couldn't help but listen a few more words."

"You seem to be practicing the righteous path as well. Those techniques of walking on the bridge are also mentioned in the 'Baopuzi' and 'Shangqing Wozhong Jue'."

After his initial shock, the Taoist priest exhaled and regained his composure.

"It turns out to be fellow Taoist."

“Fellow Daoist is knowledgeable and insightful. I wonder where you cultivated before. You didn’t even inform me of your arrival. Haha, I was caught off guard.”

He smiled, picked up his wine cup, and poured a cup for the other person as well.

"Wine brewed with spring water from the mountains is the best way to cool off in the summer heat, and it should also be somewhat beneficial for spiritual practice."

Jiang She held the wine cup in his hand, but did not drink it.

"How long have you been cultivating here? Are all those disciples cultivating with you?" the Taoist priest laughed.

He looked at the man in blue, whose appearance was kind and whose tone was relaxed.

As he walked into the room, his five senses were completely obscured, suggesting that he had mastered some kind of Taoist technique for concealing his presence to a high degree.

Seeing that he had many disciples, he felt envious.

The Taoist priest smiled and said:

“I have been cultivating on this mountain for a hundred years. In my early years, I liked to travel around and met many disciples with excellent aptitude who were eager to seek the Dao, so I took them under my wing.”

"A century has passed, some are still alive and have achieved something in their cultivation, some have gone down the mountain to travel, and some have already passed away."

“These children are all young and fickle, and have only learned some basic magic. Those little boys are even more unruly and have not yet been taught the magic.”

"After all, seeking the truth is extremely difficult."

"If the mind does not die, how can one seek the Way?"

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu stood to the side, both finding it strange. Years ago, they had heard the magistrate of Xiangyang County mention this sorcerer, who seemed arrogant and eccentric, and they knew about his deeds. They had thought that going up the mountain would lead them to a reckless and wicked Taoist.

Unexpectedly, he appeared so clear-headed and righteous.

If it weren't for prior knowledge, these people would extend their lives through incense offerings, faith, vows, vital energy, blood, and flesh.

He still thought the person in front of him was a true cultivator of Tao.

They were all talking about the ways of immortals, such as the art of flying and illusionary supernatural powers.

Jiang She nodded, as if agreeing with what the other person said. He put down his wine cup and tapped it on the table. The broken incense stick, which he had been hiding, was instantly noticed by Daoist Jingchen.

In the darkness, the ever-emerging vitality seemed to suddenly cease.

Attempts to communicate were unsuccessful.

His expression suddenly changed.

The Taoist priest hurriedly stood up: "I have other important matters to attend to. Please stay here and have some drinks. I'll be right back."

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed that next to the man in blue was an old man holding a bamboo cane, whose clothes were somewhat faded, and who had a very faint smell of incense on him. He looked familiar and was the local landowner.

The Taoist priest paused.

"I have always wondered why you, who practice orthodox methods, would do something like this to prolong your life."

"You killed the mountain god of Tianmu Mountain and drove away the local earth god. You also suck people's life essence to prolong your days of survival in the world. You had more than a dozen disciples who were originally good talents, but you led them astray, built temples, and killed countless people."

"how so?"

"If you answer well, we can kill you later."

Jiang She spoke calmly.

The Taoist priest turned around in horror, only to find that he was no longer seeing fellow practitioners, but rather a terrible consequence that had come knocking on his door.

He wanted to escape, but his body was restricted, as if he could only exist in this small space.

There is no escape.

The Taoist priest was startled. What kind of magic was this?
Could it be that this person also extinguished my family's lineage?
They were complete strangers, so why would they go to such lengths?
Daoist Jingchen was terrified and slumped to the ground, fear rising in his heart as if it would leap out of his chest. He heard the man in blue ask the local earth god, "Was it this person back then?"

The land's words were unequivocal.

"it's him!"

"Back then, it was this person who killed the little god's friend, smashed the mountain god's temple, and let those ignorant villagers bring in a new god and sculpt a golden statue. Even though he became thinner and thinner with each worship, and his blood and energy weakened, he still remembered the goodness of the god."

"Foolish man, how laughable!"

"He deserves to die even more."

Jiang She nodded.

He looked at Daoist Jingchen.

The meaning is clear; we await his reply.

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)