I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 226 It's time to wake up
The sounds of drums and music drifted all the way to the outskirts of the city.

Two young men dressed in wide Taoist robes mingled cautiously at the back of the funeral procession. They would occasionally secretly cast a spell, and the soldiers guarding the city did not stop them.

Sanshui breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to his junior brother:
"Phew, thank goodness they didn't spot us."

Neither of them had any travel permits, official documents, or household registrations; their elders hadn't provided them either. In the eyes of the people at the foot of the mountain, Yunmeng Mountain was still haunted.

In the funeral procession, Zeng Wulang turned around for the third time to look behind him.

Those two young Taoist priests were too conspicuous.

He wasn't very tall, and his head was topped with a messy little bun. He followed behind them the whole time.

At first, the Zeng family thought it was just a coincidence that they were traveling the same way, but now that they've left the city, anyone with eyes can tell that they've been following them all along.

Zeng Wulang felt something was off and couldn't help but glance at him a few more times. His distraction was so obvious that his shoulders slumped.

My uncle patted me on the shoulder and gave me a reminder.

"Don't look too much. You're probably just a playful young man. Today is the day of your father's burial, so concentrate."

"They're even carrying swords..."

The uncle said calmly, "Just attend the funeral honestly and don't cause any trouble."

Zeng Wulang had no choice but to turn his gaze away and continue walking forward.

His father had been in a coma for four years, and his mother cried, his grandmother cried, and his children cried.

He had previously taken his younger sister to secretly visit his father.

Lying on the bed, his face was rosy, and his sideburns were still black, making him look younger than others his age. Zeng Wulang, though small, was bold enough to reach out and touch it; he felt a ticklish warmth, and there was even breath coming from his nose.

It was almost as if she were asleep.

No wonder his grandmother and mother were reluctant to let him be buried.

His eyebrows and eyes were even, his breathing was even, and his eyelashes fluttered from time to time. Zeng Wulang watched from the side, feeling both surprised and delighted, thinking that his father would wake up at any moment.

I never expected to wait four years.

He didn't wake up either.

The doctors in the city had already been consulted, and they even invited a famous doctor from Hangzhou. When they saw the illness, they were all very puzzled. After studying it for several years, they had to admit that there was probably no cure.

Even if we wait for several more years, there will be no result.

The young master of the Yan family, who was carried back with his father, had already been buried.

His grandmother persisted for several years, but eventually gave in to the opinions of the clan and consulted a geomancer to choose an auspicious day for the burial.

The funeral procession walked all the way to the Zeng family's cemetery.

This was the first time Zeng Wulang had seen their family's burial chamber. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be buried nearby when he died decades later.

The tomb chamber is also decorated with murals.

The crane above, with its wings outstretched as if about to take flight, symbolizes ascension to immortality after death.

The sound of weeping filled the air as they slowly lowered the coffin into the tomb. Servants neatly arranged the funerary objects around the coffin, just like the one in his father's study when he was alive.

The eldest son knelt down in front of the grave.

For some reason, Zeng Wulang knelt down behind his older brothers and sisters, listening to the weeping around him, and staring blankly at his father's coffin, feeling a sense of emptiness and sadness.

……

……

Behind the tree, Chu Yi nervously tugged at the sleeve of the person next to him.

"They are really going to be buried."

"What should we do? The person is still alive." Sanshui was also anxious.

While they were talking, the final libation and worship were already taking place, with wine being poured on the ground and prayers being recited in a language that was incomprehensible to them.

The two were anxious; if they were buried there, even a living person would die.

Without a second thought, the two boys rushed out of the woods, hastily bowed, and shouted:

"This man isn't dead, so why are you burying him?"

Zeng Wulang turned his head and saw the two young Taoist priests walking over. He heard a murmur of conversation around him.

A servant from the Zeng family came out and greeted them with his hands clasped.

"Greetings, young Taoist priests."

"You two are unaware of what has happened. My husband has been in a coma for four years, and everyone in Kuaiji City knows about it. We have consulted many famous doctors, but they have all been helpless. Rather than let him suffer in a coma, it is better to bury him as soon as possible."

"Today is an important day for the burial, and it is an auspicious time. You two young Taoist priests should not stop us."

Sanshui and Chuyi couldn't reason with these people, and they were so frustrated they stamped their feet. "Once you bury the person, they'll really be dead!"

"that is!"

Many people in the procession looked at them with hostility, not only the Zeng family members, but also the local gentry who had come to the funeral, all frowning.

Some elders expressed their dissatisfaction, shaking their heads and sighing.

"Nonsense, what a nonsense!"

When the Zeng family servants saw that the two children were being stubborn, they simply stopped them and repeatedly told them to go away. Suddenly, a voice came from their ears.

"Sanshui Chuyi, come here."

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and sounded very familiar.

Sanshui immediately turned his head away, his eyes lit up, and his argumentative spirit vanished instantly.

"senior!"

"Senior Jiang!"

Jiang She smiled and greeted the two young Taoist priests who came running towards him.

He patted the heads of the two children and then looked at the Zeng family members dressed in mourning clothes.

The Zeng family members looked at the newcomer with suspicion and uncertainty.

These people came from who-knows-where; they hadn't seen anyone in the mountains before. Suddenly, another person appeared, standing behind the two children.

The Zeng family members looked at each other. The timing of each step of the burial was auspicious and had been predetermined. They couldn't afford to be delayed like this.

Uncle Zeng was pushed forward.

"Are you the master of these two young Taoist priests?"

Jiang She shook his head.

“They have their own teachers.”

He noticed the doubt in the Zeng family's eyes, but simply smiled. He stroked the child's head, accidentally making the child's rumpled hair even messier.

Jiang She naturally withdrew his hand.

"Although they were young and naive and acted rashly, disturbing the funeral, what they said was not entirely wrong."

"As long as a person is not completely dead, they still have breath."

"It's better not to bury him."

Jiang She asked people to remove the long nails that were driven into the coffin so that they could open the coffin lid.

No one moved.

No one would dare to do something as heinous as lifting someone's coffin. From the Zeng family members to the servants in the house, not a single one moved.

Uncle Zeng frowned.

He patiently and politely said, "Young man, my elder brother has passed away. For the past four years, we have searched for doctors everywhere, but they all said that there was nothing they could do to save him. He hasn't even opened his eyes once."

"Please let him rest in peace and leave him in peace!"

Jiang She sensed their unfriendly tone and noticed that the Zeng family members were all staring at him.

Think about it too.

Asking someone to open a coffin for no reason is indeed a difficult thing to do. No matter when, you'll be accused of being unfilial and unjust.

It's a bit difficult to handle.

Jiang She looked at the coffin and sighed.

"Since we can't reason with you, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you."

He didn't want it to be like this either, and could only hope that Zeng Yuze wouldn't be too terrified when he woke up and found himself in a coffin.

The Zeng family members stared intently at the man in blue, wondering what he intended to do as he approached the tomb. Had it not been for others holding them back, they would have already rushed forward to prevent him from offending Ah Lang.

Jiang She raised his hand.

"Tuk-tuk."

A light tap was made on the coffin lid.

Jiang She's voice came from outside into the coffin, neither too loud nor too soft.

"You've slept for so long, it's time to wake up."

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)