I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 229 Divine Return, Vitality, Brewing
Those attending the funeral that day included not only members of the Zeng family, but also local gentry and wealthy households from Kuaiji.

The miraculous story of the dead coming back to life quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys.

As dawn breaks, merchants and fishermen, their feet glistening with dew, step out of the neighborhood walls to begin their busy day, relying on these idle chatter sessions to keep themselves awake.

The servant guarding the gate of the Yan family yawned.

The two people took brooms made of bamboo branches tied together and swept away the dust that had accumulated overnight.

As one of the people was sweeping, he walked over and joined his companion.

"Have you heard? Zeng Qi, who was on good terms with our Si Lang, has come back to life."

The other person yawned loudly.

He muttered, "I knew it long ago. In my opinion, all the doctors in Kuaiji are quacks. They just spout nonsense like they can't save him. Their medicine is so expensive, and they're all black-hearted."

"Is your eldest son still taking medicine?"

"He's eating. The child has a cold that hasn't gotten better for several days..."

After exchanging a few more casual words, the man paused in his broom-wielding motion, looked inside the gate, and saw no master or servants approaching. It was still early, and no guests had come to visit.

He lowered his voice.

"You said Zeng Qi came back to life, but our Fourth Brother... was buried alive back then, this..."

When he heard people talking about it, he thought of Yan Xuelin, who had been dead for four years.

Hearing this, the man also remembered the funeral arrangements for his master's family.

"This... can't be right."

"The Zeng family didn't bury him for over four years. Our Yan family didn't even know he could come back to life. Silang has been buried for several years. How could he still be alive?"

"Besides, immortals aren't so easy to find."

He scratched his head and continued sweeping the floor. After sweeping this area, he had to clean the area in front of the door thoroughly, kneeling down to wipe it inch by inch to ensure that no dust or dirt would get on the guests' shoes.

As dawn broke, amidst the greenery, mist, and morning light, the two servants encountered a passerby asking for directions.

The man was handsome with a fair complexion, dressed in a blue robe, and asked with his hands clasped in greeting.

"I've come to visit a friend, but I've heard that Yan Sheng has passed away. I'd like to offer my condolences, but I don't know where he's buried."

The servants looked him over.

"A friend of our Shiro?"

"Yes," the passerby said. "It has been many years since we parted ways in Luoyang."

It turned out that they were friends that their husband had made in Luoyang. The two servants carefully pointed out the way to the burial site at the foot of Kuaiji Mountain outside the city, which was the city's cemetery.

The man thanked him.

The servant asked him:

"Since you are a good friend of Silang, would you like to come and sit at our home? Silang has lived in Luoyang for ten years, and this is the first time a friend has come to visit. Our host..."

Jiang She listened to the sounds of the couple arguing inside the house.

She declined with a smile.

The man came and went in a hurry. The servant, watching the man's retreating figure, suddenly slapped his forehead and said in regret:
"Look at my forgetful mind, I even forgot to ask for his name!"

……

……

Following the servant's directions, Jiang She found Yan Xuelin's tomb.

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu exerted great effort to pull out the coffin nails. Together, they lifted the heavy coffin lid and slammed it to the ground.

Yuan Danqiu laughed loudly.

"I never expected there would be an opportunity to dig up someone's coffin."

Li Bai said from the side, "You'd better hurry up, or if the Yan family sees us, they'll chase us out with brooms."

Everyone burst into laughter, and even the old Deer Mountain God couldn't help but smile.

Yuan Danqiu was closest to the coffin. As he was talking, he suddenly felt a little dizzy and staggered.

He managed to stand firm by grabbing onto Li Bai's clothes, and asked in bewilderment:
"Where's the smell of alcohol coming from?"

Jiang She also smelled it.

The aroma of wine wafted through the air.

A gentle breeze carried the faint aroma of wine, wafting around everyone's noses. The sweet scent dissipated, carried far away by the wind, where wild grasses swayed in the breeze like a green wave, and the distant sound of birdsong drifted in.

Yuan Danqiu asked in surprise, "The aroma of this wine has lingered for years?"

Li Bai was greatly tempted by the news.

"Really good wine!"

As the aroma of the wine gradually dissipated, the group peered inside. The body was intact, dressed in its best, pale-faced, and not yet decomposed.

Sanshui and Chuyi swallowed hard, staring at the dead body in the coffin. They mustered their courage to check its breathing and listen to its heartbeat. "It's completely dead."

I don't know if the senior can be saved.

Sanshui tilted his head back and asked, "Is this a friend of yours, senior?"

"Yes."

The two children's voices were unusually stammering.

"Can it still come back to life?"

Jiang She was also considering this question. He looked at the white cranes lingering in the air, the wild grass swaying, the sky vast and boundless, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

He witnessed the whole thing when Zhang Guolao saved the monk's life.

Zhang Guo possessed his own method for the reversal of life and death, which was extremely profound.

Jiang She thought back for a moment.

The monk's head had been completely severed, so reattaching it would be more difficult. Yan Xuelin's body, however, is still intact, though he has lost all vital energy, so it should be much easier.

Why don't he give it a try too?

Guo Lao is generous; he probably doesn't mind me secretly learning from him.

The decision was made up.

Jiang She answered the two children with a smile.

"You can give it a try."

It's a rare opportunity to try out this mental technique, and I feel great.

Jiang She asked the two boys with a smile, "Do you have any wine jars, or cups and bottles?"

"what?"

Sanshui and Chuyi hadn't reacted yet. They looked around and found that they had a water bottle with them. Sanshui took it off from his waist, shook it, and found that there was still water inside.

"What do you want to do, senior?"

"Lend it to me."

Jiang She emptied the remaining water from the kettle, which had become spotless and exceptionally clean from the moment he picked it up.

The sky and earth seemed to press down.

In the darkness, a certain aura between heaven and earth began to shift.

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu were exhausted from their work and were sitting on the ground to rest when they were suddenly awakened by the Old Deer Mountain God.

"Hold your breath and concentrate, watch carefully!"

With a low voice, the old deer mountain god withdrew his hand, staring intently at Mr. Jiang's movements, not even daring to blink.

The white crane fluttered away.

The wind gathers and the clouds hang low.

"Rumble..."

Li Bai pulled Yuan Danqiu to sit up immediately. Suddenly, a torrential downpour began, soaking them to the bone. They didn't bother to find shelter from the rain, but instead stared intently at the figure in front of the tomb.

Rain poured down, sweeping away the pure and ethereal energy of heaven and earth, and fell upon one person.

With each drop that falls, life gains a little more vitality.

The pure air rises, and the turbid air dissipates.

The Old Deer Mountain God had already begun to comprehend this, and sat cross-legged to the side in deep meditation.

Jiang She stood alone in the midst of the raging wind and rain.

The wind whipped the fabric of his clothes, but he remained motionless. Four years had passed since his death, and his spirit had nearly vanished, making him difficult to spot. Only with the force of the heavy rain could he be seen more clearly.

I do not know how long it has been.

Jiang She finally found the trail. He raised his hand to invite him over and pointed with one hand.

"I've been searching for so long... God, return!"

A blurry figure crashed into the coffin.

The heavy rain has stopped.

After the rain, the sky clears up.

The pure and ethereal energy of heaven and earth subtly rippled, brimming with vitality. The plants grew at a visible speed, reaching half a foot in height in just a dozen breaths.

Jiang She raised his hand and drew the pure energy into the pot.

The container is full.

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)