I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 233 How can the Dharma be so easy to learn?

The group of people could no longer see the donkey rider and stared blankly at the empty mountain road.

The servant opened his mouth, but it took him a while to find his voice.

"Ah Lang, the person is gone, then what should we..."

The official also came to his senses. He sighed deeply and said with emotion:
"The whereabouts of immortals are unpredictable. Legend has it that they ride a white donkey backwards and can travel ten thousand miles a day. It is impossible to catch up with them by walking on two legs."

"Let's go back to Chang'an first."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that waiting for Zhang Guolao to return in this desolate wilderness would take an unknown amount of time. The mountain was short of food and clothing; they weren't immortals, and even the strongest bodies couldn't withstand such conditions.

The monk went out and said goodbye to them.

The official's eyes lit up when he saw him.

He firmly grasped the monk's hand as he bowed, glancing at the guards. The official turned and asked kindly:
"Where is the monk from?"

"Why don't you come back to Chang'an with us?"

Before the monk could refuse, several guards grabbed his other hand like wolves. The guards were strong, and the monk, who practiced magic but not physical training, was quickly "persuaded" and followed the group to Chang'an.

With the monk in tow, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Zhang Guolao did not go to Chang'an to meet the emperor, the monks around him must have been highly accomplished individuals.

Bring back at least one person.

If we take this monk away, are we afraid that Zhang Guolao won't go to Chang'an?

……

……

Riding on the back of a donkey, I got far away from those people.

Zhang Guolao took out the letter from his pocket and looked at it from both sides.

He just remembered something.

It's a distance of two thousand miles from Yuezhou to Zhongtiao Mountain. How did a piece of paper, so light and flimsy, manage to float over there?

No matter how he looked at it, this paper was just ordinary paper, much worse than the paper monks used to copy Taoist scriptures; it was very crude and only used by ordinary people for bookkeeping.

"Strange thing..."

"Another piece of paper. I'll ask what method this is later."

Zhang Guolao still remembered that his white donkey could turn into a piece of paper because of Jiang She's transformation.

The donkey moves extremely fast.

He was freed from those who had summoned him to serve as an official.

Walking among the mountains and rivers, Zhang Guolao patted his chest and muttered to the donkey, "It's really strange, I always feel uneasy."

He raised his hand and did some calculations.

"Ugh, it's this kind of thing again..."

"So that's where it should be."

"No wonder... I never thought this monk could enjoy wealth and honor. Haha, interesting, interesting."

"I'll mention it to Mr. Jiang later and see if he's interested."

Since it wasn't Zhang Guolao himself who was being summoned, Zhang Guolao didn't avoid him like the plague. Instead, he laughed heartily and even planned to bring his friends along to join in the fun.

He laughed so heartily.

Even the donkey raised its head, wondering what had happened.

Zhang Guolao felt much more relaxed. He tapped the rough fish drum intermittently. The melody was rough and simple, like a child humming casually.

"Don't ask how far it is to Penglai, for wherever the breeze passes, there lies the gate to the immortals..."

When humming a tune.

They have already crossed thousands of mountains and rivers.

We walked until we reached a place where green hills and streams intertwined. Several people sat in front of a tea stall, holding books and drinking tea, chatting and laughing with each other from time to time.

Zhang Guolao looked around.

His gaze lingered on the Yan family's house for a couple more seconds before quickly shifting away.

He dismounted from the donkey and walked to the tea stall.

He raised his hands in a gesture of respect to the man in blue, and laughed loudly:
"I've arrived. The master said that the man had been dead for four years, but now he's alive again?"

He spoke loudly, and the stall owner who was brewing tea nearby looked over. His hands didn't stop; he scooped a spoonful of rice into the pot and stirred it with a ladle.

The stall owner said happily:

"Has the old man also heard about the Zeng family's young master coming back to life?"

The news has spread throughout the city, and even the tea stalls have heard about it a few times.

Zhang Guolao was puzzled.

"Isn't your surname Yan?"

The stall owner chuckled and said, "Old man, you've got it wrong. The Yan family's son was buried four years ago. So many years have passed, he's probably long gone."

"I heard that the Zeng family members from the city have come back to life."

"To be honest, I caught a glimpse of him a few times when he was buried. Fortunately, the Zeng family is stubborn. No matter how the doctor tried to persuade them or what the clan said, they just didn't bury him all these years..." Zhang Guolao said thoughtfully.

The stall owner talked about it for a while before remembering to ask.

"By the way, would you like a bowl of tea, sir?"

"A bowl costs five coins, and you can get refills anytime. It's made with good rice, so don't think it's expensive."

Zhang Guolao sat down next to Jiang She, glanced at the clear tea in the man's teacup, handed him the money, and smiled:
"Just bring me a pot of the same kind as this one."

"okay!"

Jiang She took a sip.

He had already roughly explained the whole story in the letter, and pointing to a large mansion not far away, he asked with a smile:
"The Yan family's residence is right across the street. Would Elder Guo like to come with me to take a look?"

Zhang Guolao laughed heartily.

"Exactly what I want!"

He had long wanted to know: could he really learn the method of changing the flow of life and death just by watching? Zhang Guolao was filled with doubt and prepared to examine it carefully. If there were any omissions, he would fill them in himself.

However, it was rare for Mr. Jiang to be in such a good mood.

If he really falls short, it's not good to criticize him too harshly.

Let's just say "acceptable"!

Jiang She gave a few instructions to the others, then walked easily into the Yan family's residence with Zhang Guolao. Several people were still sitting outside the tea stall, unaware of anything amiss.

"The tea is ready!"

The stall owner turned his head and found that two people were missing from the table; the old man had left.

"Hey, where are the people?"

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Yan Xuelin ate the steaming hot fish with black bean sauce.

His tongue recognized the hometown dish even before he did. He hadn't tasted it like this for over ten years. Chang'an also had this dish, but he always felt it didn't taste as good as the one from Yuezhou.

He was still somewhat disoriented when his family told him about what had happened in the past few years.

"I've been dead for four years?"

Beside him, his parents' eyes were red and swollen.

His mother wiped away her tears with a handkerchief and nodded repeatedly.

He choked up as he said:
"It's all your fault as parents. We only wanted to give you a proper burial so that your soul wouldn't be lost and you wouldn't even have a mouthful of incense to eat, starving and being bullied in the afterlife."

"Who would have thought that the Zeng family's child would wake up and say that he was just drunk."

"Your parents almost killed you."

As his mother spoke, she pressed a handkerchief to the corner of her eye to wipe away her tears.

He smiled at Yan Xuelin and picked up his chopsticks.

"Mother, let's not talk about these things anymore. My son, come and eat this drunken shrimp. You like fresh flavors."

Yan Xuelin ate the fish with black bean sauce, chewing on the delicious fish meat, reluctant to swallow for a long time.

His family never asked him why he had suddenly returned after being dead for four years, nor why his remains hadn't decomposed. They carefully laid out many dishes on the table. These were all dishes he had loved to eat more than a decade ago, such as drunken shrimp and sashimi. Yan Xuelin's tastes had changed in Luoyang, and he no longer liked them.

But he still picked it up.

Jiang She and Zhang Guolao stood in the courtyard.

Watching this scene from a distance.

Zhang Guolao stroked his beard and sighed, "The hardest thing is for a family to be reunited."

Jiang She nodded.

"Then I asked Master Guo to examine it carefully for me."

"It's rare for Mr. Jiang to entrust me with something, so rest assured, the old man will not miss a single detail."

Zhang Guolao laughed and examined it carefully.

From his appearance, Yan Xuelin at this time looked exactly like a living, breathing person. His sideburns were jet black, and he was strong and vigorous. He looked much older than forty, even thirty would have seemed old.

There is no flaw visible on the outside.

Zhang Guolao was somewhat unconvinced and carefully observed his aura.

Jiang She was also worried that there might be some oversights, after all, it was a human life. Although the wine had preserved the body, the person had been dead for four years and had no vital signs at the time, so he was still a little unsure.

Zhang Guolao stared at Yan Xuelin for a full quarter of an hour.

He remained silent the entire time.

Jiang She waited a while longer, but still received no response.

He asked, "Is there any mistake?"

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)