I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 244 Entering the painting
Chen Hong was taken aback, but quickly agreed.

He had been painting for over twenty years and never imagined he would be able to see inside one of his paintings.

The idea had just begun to form.

He suddenly found that the area in front of him had turned white, and a vast white mist had appeared. When he could see his surroundings again, he was already in the world of the painting.

Chen Hong was speechless.

Strange.

Birds chirped in his ears, the wind blew through the babbling brook, and Chen Hong could even smell the faint, damp, earthy scent of the soil.

Looking around, all you see is greenery and fragrant grasses.

In the distance, pavilions and towers are visible, and two or three birds flutter by. Unlike Chen Hong's previous paintings, the birds are depicted with lifelike expressions as the wind blows, making it seem like a painting at all.

If this wasn't a scene he painted himself, he would have thought it was the Peach Blossom Spring described by Tao Yuanming.

He was in shock when he heard several questions.

The goddess looked at him and asked, "What is your name, young man, and why have you come to the mountains?"

Chen Hong looked around; there was no one beside him.

They were asking him.

Chen Hong recalled the story that his master, Sima Chengzhen, had told him before he started painting.

Liu Chen and Ruan Zhao went into the mountains to gather herbs and encountered immortals from Mount Tiantai, where they married. He was just about to emulate them when the thought arose, but then he suddenly worried that saying so would trap him in the painting or anger the goddess, and he didn't know what he would face then.

Chen Hong hesitated for a moment, then changed to a more honest way of putting it.

“I… am from outside, my surname is Chen, and I have come here in search of a herb gatherer.”

The goddess looked at his face, and after a while, nodded and smiled gently.

"So you're from the foot of the mountain."

Unable to explain his origins, Chen Hong had no choice but to agree.

The goddess asked him:

"Young master, have you come looking for my husband? Is there any important matter at the foot of the mountain?"

Upon hearing this, the others around him also looked over. Besides the other goddesses and attendants, there were two young men carrying bamboo baskets. Their eyes were filled with longing, and they asked eagerly:
"Are you from Shanxi? I ​​have never met you before. We have been away from home for half a year. Could it be that you were sent by your family to find someone?"

Chen Hong told one lie, and now he has to tell more lies to cover it up.

Faced with the sudden gleam in their eyes, he could only nod.

……

……

Beyond the murals.

Yuan Danqiu tugged at Li Bai's sleeve, their eyes fixed on the mural. Among the goddesses and mortals depicted, there was an additional scholar dressed in plain clothes, looking utterly astonished.

Yuan Danqiu pointed at the extra person, so excited he almost pulled Li Bai's sleeve off.

"Taibai, Taibai!"

"Chen Daizhao is up there!"

Li Bai didn't bother to pull his sleeve back. His gaze was intense as he looked at Chen Hong as if he were speaking, and then he saw the man looking left and right. Once his figure entered the painting, the figures in the painting also changed accordingly.

Li Bai noticed something.

He pulled Yuan Danqiu aside and said, "Those two mortals seem to be closer to Chen Daizhao."

Not only that, but according to the scene depicted in the mural, it also seems as if they are speaking.

Li Bai was filled with curiosity, wondering what it was like inside and what they said. Since they could converse, could it be that they possessed divine consciousness?

Sima Chengzhen looked around. Chen Hong was no longer with them; only the person in the painting remained.

He was dressed in plain clothes, thin, and looked astonished.

From the outside, the brushstrokes are lifelike and incredibly realistic.

Sima Chengzhen stared at the ink and color on the painting for a long time, remaining silent. Recalling the light paper floating in the palace and the rumors, the other party's identity was easy to guess.

What kind of deity did he encounter?
In a moment of distraction, he involuntarily dropped the whisk in his hand.

Sanshui and Chuyi, the two children, were oblivious to the old man's shock. Extremely excited, they craned their necks, anxiously looking at Jiang She, chattering, "Sir, what is this?"

"The painting has come to life! Shall we go inside and take a look?"

"Yes! There are fairies inside!"

They had never seen a fairy, nor even a celestial being. Some of the masters on Yunmeng Mountain were called immortals, and the villagers even referred to them as "little immortals." The masters didn't encourage them to be arrogant or conceited, saying they were still far from the realm of true immortals.

Jiang She laughed heartily.

He patted their heads and said, "Let's go take a look too."

Sanshui and Chuyi looked at the mural, wondering how the painter Chen had gotten in. They asked, "Is there anything we can do for you?"

Jiang She spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Close your eyes."

“Huh??!”

While the others had their eyes closed, Jiang She calmly flicked his sleeve.

The scene in the mural suddenly spread out in a misty haze, and the wind above blew closer. Li Bai, with his eyes closed, suddenly felt large swaths of bright white light reflected in front of him. The breeze hit his face, and he couldn't help but quietly open his eyes.

next moment.

He then saw the world within the painting—

The clouds stretched out, and birds chirped. In the distance, the spring mountains appeared as dark as ink, a long streak visible through the clouds.

"Everyone, please."

Jiang She smiled, pulled back his sleeve, and looked at the painting for the first time.

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu, like children, looked around anxiously. If they didn't still have a little bit of shamelessness left, they would have joined the two kids in shouting and yelling.

Li Bai was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

"Is this what's depicted in the painting?"

“It looks so real,” Sanshui exclaimed as she looked up and saw the crane fly by. “There are other birds too!”

Here, clouds and mist swirl, and cranes flap their wings and cry out.

It differs greatly from the real Tiantai Mountain. When the painter was painting, he poured all his longing for immortals and gods into it.

The magnificent palaces and pavilions resembled celestial gardens, with shimmering light and rising mist. Rare and precious trees grew along the mountain paths, bearing spiritual fruits, and mountain springs flowed down. Beasts that ate them could prolong their lives.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the screen.

"No wonder Liu and Ruan came to the mountains to collect herbs..."

Yuan Danqiu murmured, looking at the mountain deer that had eaten the spiritual fruit; its eyes seemed to have become more lively. Yuan Danqiu even wondered if it might resemble the old mountain god of deer back then.

First-year question:
"If we eat it, can we do that too?"

Everyone looked over, including the oldest man, Sima Chengzhen. He was over eighty years old and had never seen such a celestial sight.

Jiang She smiled slightly.

"You can try it."

I counted their numbers on the first day of school, and there were many fruits growing on the trees.

There were portraits of seniors, cats, Li Langjun, Master Yuan, him and Sanshui, and even an old Taoist priest... I don't know if the painter had eaten them before, so I brought one for him too.

And there's my master.

I picked an extra one on the first day of the lunar month, intending to take it back to my master to try.

He was afraid of picking all the fruit off the trees, so he picked them from several trees separately. From a distance, they still looked as if they hadn't been touched, and they were very beautiful.

The spirit fruit was handed to Jiang She.

He examined the fruit.

Crystal clear and beautiful, radiant and sparkling, with a crimson hue and an air of misty haze. Compared to mountain fruits, it's more like a precious gem carved from pearls and jade. I wonder what Chen Hong was thinking when he painted it.

Sanshui excitedly took a bite.

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)