I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 257 Encountering Immortals, Visiting the Noble Family in Chang'an

"Dr. Zhao, my husband has woken up!"

"Would it be convenient for you to come and take a look?"

Old Doctor Zhao awoke with a start, his beard disheveled and his clothes in disarray. He had been woken from his sleep by the Xing family's servants, and groggily crawled out of bed and slipped on his shoes.

They hurriedly found the medicine box, woke up the young apprentice who was rubbing his eyes, and went together to treat Xing Hepu.

It was dark at night when Dr. Zhao inquired about the symptoms.

The servants of the Xing family sounded relieved.

"I just woke up a little while ago, and I came to invite you right away."

She paused, lowered her voice, and said with a cautious hope, "Young Master still looks a bit sickly, but he can already drink some water with help... Old Master Zhao, do you think he's about to get better?"

Dr. Zhao dared not answer this question; he would only speak after examining the patient.

He stroked his beard, pretending to be hit by a cool breeze, coughed twice indistinctly, and did not answer.

In fact, Xing Hepu woke up earlier than Doctor Zhao had estimated. If it were anyone else, they might have died long ago. This is probably the power of a skilled sorcerer.

Old Doctor Zhao felt a creepy itch when he recalled the strange theories about Xing Hepu circulating in Chang'an.

He stroked his beard and quickened his pace.

They continued until they reached the quiet room in Chongxuan Hall.

Doorway.

Three servants were sleeping soundly, snoring loudly, all of them taking the night off.

Dr. Zhao paused, looked down, and stopped.

The Xing family servant who had invited him hadn't expected his companions to all be asleep. He smiled apologetically at Doctor Zhao, patted them twice to wake them up, and glared at them. Only then did he help the old doctor carefully into the room.

The three rubbed their eyes and woke up, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"That's strange, how did I fall asleep..."

Suddenly I felt very sleepy.

It was unusual that all three of them suddenly fell asleep.

Someone guessed.

"Could it be that a sorcerer cast a spell to put us to sleep, and then took the opportunity to beat up our husband?"

The three servants suddenly snapped out of their daze.

They scrambled to their feet, stumbled open the door, and saw Doctor Zhao inside taking the young man's pulse. The three of them immediately fell silent.

Inside the room, Xing Hepu still seemed to be in a dream.

The old doctor asked questions, and the servants answered them. The monk, who had been taking care of things these past few days, knew more than the Xing family's servants and also added to the answers.

The words he spoke went into Xing Hepu's left ear and came out of his right.

Xing Hepu looked out the window.

Those two left from here.

Is he really an immortal?

He subconsciously raised his hand as if to divine the future, but then his heart tightened as he remembered his illness.

……

"Young Master Xing, Young Master Xing..."

Doctor Zhao called for help and saw Xing Hepu looking dazed. He was worried that Xing might have just escaped death and lost his soul.

Xing Hepu came to his senses.

He turned to the elderly doctor, whose eyes were dark and swollen, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was a little distracted just now. Please continue, Dr. Zhao..."

He can answer fluently, so he's neither lost his mind nor gone mad.

Dr. Zhao felt somewhat relieved.

He placed his fingers on his pulse.

It's strange, it's as if my energy has suddenly surged.

Having practiced medicine for many years, Dr. Zhao is considered a renowned expert in the medical field, yet he is unusually hesitant.

He looked at his subordinate.

"Have you found anything in your home to replenish vital energy that you've given the patient these past few days?"

The servant was taken aback.

He confessed truthfully: "Our young master has not eaten or drunk anything for the past three days. He only wiped his lips with water to keep his mouth from getting dry. He just drank some water, which was brought from the kitchen."

Dr. Zhao didn't believe it.

"What other medicinal herbs were used?"

Servant: "These are all prescriptions written by the old doctor."

Dr. Zhao blew on his beard in anger. He knew the medicine Dr. Zhao prescribed best. How could it be so potent?

Xing Hepu was stunned, thinking of the teacup that had been handed to him.

The water tasted sweet and refreshing, comparable to the sweet dew that Emperor Wu of Han sought when he built the Dew-Collecting Plate.

He opened his mouth:
"I have taken some medicine..." The servant and the old doctor immediately looked over. One was surprised, and the other tugged at his sleeve with a look of eager curiosity.

"what?"

The word "nectar" circled on Xing Hepu's tongue twice, but he ultimately didn't dare to say it. He rubbed his head, recalling the words:
"It seems to be... ginseng from some unknown source."

"I had two slices in my mouth, and just as I was about to cut the remaining ginseng, it ran away. The high monk can testify to this."

The monk glanced at him. He paused, then nodded slightly.

Dr. Zhao's eyes were piercing, and his words were urgent:

"Is it Ginseng?"

"I didn't see it very clearly..."

Xing Hepu rubbed his head, pretending that he had just woken up and was too tired to continue, leaving the rest of the questions to his servant.

The news of the ginseng's spiritual power spread, and everyone laughed. When they saw Xing Hepu gradually recovering, they marveled at it. A few days later, the price of ginseng in all the pharmacies in Chang'an City rose by three points.

A few days later, all the pharmacies sent people to Shangdang to dig up ginseng.

……

……

Once Xing Hepu woke up, the monk no longer needed to stay there to guard him.

He returned to the mansion bestowed upon him by the emperor. Inside the mansion was a Buddhist shrine, specially furnished by palace staff and bestowed by the emperor, where several statues of deities were enshrined.

Bamboo was planted everywhere in the house, rustling softly in the cool breeze.

Two people sat in the shade of the bamboo.

The monk was not surprised. He stepped forward and clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect.

"Sir, my old benefactor, are you both well?"

Jiang She laughed, glancing at the monk's precious robes, then taking in the magnificent mansion with interest. The houses were exquisite, large, and spacious. He smiled and said:
"It seems the monk is doing well."

Zhang Guolao was drinking wine nearby, stopping the donkey from chewing on bamboo leaves.

"Monk, have you ever seen the emperor?"

No sooner had the question been asked than Sanshui and Chuyi emerged from the bamboo grove, peeking out with their two disheveled heads.

The monk couldn't help but chuckle.

He said, "I've met him twice in the palace."

Sanshui asked, "What did the emperor look like?"

The monk recalled.

"He is quite tall, over forty years old. In a few days it will be the Emperor's birthday, the Qianqiu Festival on the fifth day of the eighth lunar month. The Emperor may leave the palace for a trip, and all the people of the world can feast and celebrate. There will be no curfew on that day."

"You two can go and take a look too."

The eyes of Sanshui and Chuyi sparkled.

Sanshui asked curiously, "I've heard that the concubines in the palace are all very beautiful. Have you ever seen them?"

Jiang Sheyi was happy.

Asking a monk if a concubine in the palace is beautiful is also an interesting anecdote.

The monk looked down at the two curious little faces.

He smiled.

"The empresses and concubines are all in the deep palace and cannot be seen normally. I have only heard that the emperor and Consort Wu Hui have a deep friendship. When I met the emperor, I heard that Consort Wu Hui had put a lot of effort into preparing the emperor's birthday banquet. But I have never seen her."

The two young disciples drawled out an "Oh".

There are still several days until the Autumn Festival on the fifth day of the eighth lunar month.

After answering their questions, the monk looked at the two people sitting in the bamboo grove and asked with concern:

"Where do you and your old benefactor live now, sir?"

"If there is no place to rest for the time being, my place is spacious enough to accommodate a few people. It is quiet and secluded, and no one will disturb you. It can be used as a place for cultivation."

Jiang She shook his head and refused with a smile.

"I already have a place to stay."

Zhang Guolao chuckled and said, "This old man never practices, so I don't need a place for practice. Monk, you can stay here by yourself."

"I just came to see how you're doing today."

"If you wish to distance yourself from the mortal world and no longer be the Master Guanyan, I can take you back to Zhongtiao Mountain."

Zhang Guolao sized up the monk, his expression still joking, but his words were serious.

The monk thought about it carefully.

With his hands clasped together, he respectfully asked, "If I return to Zhongtiao Mountain, will this humble monk be spared from death?"

Maybe.

Zhang Guolao spoke casually.

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)