I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 277 Moon Palace, Another Sorcerer Appears (+1)

Jiang She nodded.

Xing Hepu laughed.

"I knew there had been a lot of unusual phenomena along the Wei River recently."

"It seems that it is not the virtue of a sage, but rather that there is a water deity entertaining guests underwater."

Jiang She thought for a moment, and all sorts of water gods, mountain gods, and spirits gathered together, so many ghosts, gods, and spirits were drunk.

I wonder what the weather is like on the Wei River.

He asked, "What unusual phenomena have occurred?"

"That's quite a lot."

Xing Hepu then gave a detailed explanation to this person.

"First, a fisherman caught a huge, lustrous pearl in his net. When I heard that, I was afraid that it was actually the treasure of the Water Lord."

Jiang She smiled, thinking of the pearls used to pave the ground in Ao Bai Garden.

"almost."

Xing Hepu continued, "That pearl was presented to the sage as a birthday gift, and it is now treasured by the imperial family."

"In addition, in the past few months, people have frequently seen five-colored light emanating from the Wei River."

"Like a blessing from heaven."

A shopkeeper carrying a tray of food walked over and overheard this.

It seems this young man in blue is from out of town and doesn't know anything new about Chang'an. The shopkeeper put down his food tray, brought over a whole plate of mutton, and joined in the conversation.

"That's not all!"

Jiang She was curious.

"What else?"

There were few people in the afternoon, and hardly any customers; those still in the lobby were mostly regulars. The shopkeepers, emboldened, began discussing the emperor.

He bowed with his hands clasped in a gesture of respect towards the imperial city.

"It is said that the sage was devoted to the Dao and his sincerity moved the immortals. He was invited to travel to the celestial palace in his dream and actually saw the fairies on the moon. There were hundreds of fairies dressed in rainbow-colored clothes dancing, as graceful as immortals. It was very mysterious."

"After waking up, the sage wrote down the melody."

"The Peking Opera performers are rehearsing their dance now."

The cat is eating mutton.

Jiang She paused, his hand stroking the cat, and asked.

"The Moon Palace?"

The shopkeeper nodded, sighing, "Yes, I wonder what the Moon Palace looks like. Only the emperor could dream of it."

Regular customers in the shop burst into laughter.

"You dare to discuss a sage?"

The shopkeeper smiled and waved his hand.

"I didn't say anything bad, I was just telling you guys."

"By the way, would you like some roasted chestnuts? My guy just bought some from outside, they're still warm. Come on, have two each to warm your stomach."

The shop owner felt much more at ease after delivering the roasted chestnuts.

The shop owner turned around and went into the kitchen. Unless a customer greeted him, he wouldn't talk to anyone anymore.

……

……

Jiang She put down his chopsticks.

He scrutinized Xing Hepu's face, which was vastly different from when he had seen him before, when he appeared pale and on the verge of death.

"It seems that Young Master Xing has recovered."

Xing Hepu solemnly raised his cup.

No one was eavesdropping on their conversation, and he didn't hide anything, saying frankly, "I must thank the immortal for the nectar he bestowed upon me; it not only nourishes my entire body but also extends my lifespan..."

Jiang stopped the other party.

"You're welcome."

Xing Hepu noticed that the man in front of him was rather low-key, so he changed his form of address accordingly, saying, "You're right, sir."

Jiang She smiled.

Xing Hepu waited for him for a long time by the Wei River, unaware that Jiang She had also long wanted to learn his skills.

"I had heard that Master Xing was skilled in divination, claiming that he could calculate everything in the universe, from human lifespan to death, from the sun and moon to thunder and lightning."

"Is it true?"

When divination was mentioned, Xing Hepu forgot his reverence for the master and straightened up considerably. "That's right."

"Sir, is there something you wish to divine?"

Jiang She picked up a piece of chicken with his chopsticks. After eating fish, shrimp, crab, spiritual fruits, and spiritual wine in the Water Mansion for a month, he began to miss the taste of ordinary meals.

"I don't have anything to do with divination, I'm just curious. Would you mind letting me see it?"

"Of course!"

Xing Hepu's life was saved by a master, so why would he be stingy with a little divination?

He spoke as he thought:
"There's really no point in fortune telling for ordinary people. I've seen the shopkeeper and his assistant in this store before; their lives have been unremarkable, so there's nothing to speculate about."

"It's better than..."

Xing Hepu suddenly thought of a place.

"Why don't you come with me to Chongxuan Hall for a stroll?"

"I preach at Chongxuan Hall. There are many noble sons there whose lives have been full of ups and downs. There is also a high monk whose lifespan I have observed, and I estimate he will not live past this year."

As he spoke, Xing Hepu remembered that the person in front of him was one of the people who had extended the monk's life.

He thought of the huge, long scar on the high monk's neck that he had seen before.

Death and life.

For a moment, I felt it was wonderful beyond words.

……

……

Chongxuan Hall.

The monk was bestowed with a scarlet kasaya, which now looks even more precious.

The disciples of Chongxuan Hall were initially quite cautious, afraid that their questions might offend the master.

Later, seeing that the monk was as usual, he breathed a sigh of relief.

I continued to ask for advice as usual.

The bamboo grove swayed in the cold wind. Several students, hiding from the teaching assistant of Chongxuan Hall and also keeping a distance from Master Guanyan, imitated the sages and scholars of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Wearing wide-sleeved robes, they set out their zithers and fine wine in the autumn chill and chatted idly.

"Zhang Shiba, you've finally come to the school."

"I heard from the division commander that you were sick. What happened?"

The group looked at Zhang Shibalang, who had been on leave for more than a month. He had lost a lot of weight and his face was sallow, as if he had been seriously ill.

Zhang Shibalang's face looked grim.

He hesitated for a moment, then said:
"Perhaps he caught a chill that day. Or perhaps he was so engrossed in watching Xing Hepu's divination that he fell seriously ill afterward."

The classmate nodded.

"I see."

Someone else said, "I heard from Luo Liu that you seemed to have eaten something wrong back then, but did your teeth get cavities?"

Zhang Shibalang's sallow complexion looked even worse, indicating that he was seriously ill.

Seeing this, the man said with concern.

"I heard that a ginseng king was produced from the ginseng of Shangdang. Mr. Xing was so sick at the time, but now he seems to have recovered. I also have two of them at home. They are not as good as the ginseng king, but they are still effective."

"If you need it, I'll have the servants cut you a few slices later to help you recover."

Zhang Shibalang forced a smile.

He said:

"The family has already consulted a doctor, and now I'm completely cured and don't need ginseng anymore."

Some people, being well-informed and aware of the situation, raised their wine cups.

"I heard that your father even personally visited Mr. Xing to have his fortune told. Is that true? What illness did he have that is so serious?"

Zhang Shibalang couldn't even maintain his smile.

He had gotten rid of the stench more than ten days ago. Thinking back on the past month and a half, and the packets of Night-Shining Sand and Five-Spiritus Fat he only discovered later...

It wasn't until the last two days that Zhang Shibalang finally mustered the courage to return to Chongxuan Academy to study.

Fortunately, I heard that Xing Hepu, who had discovered the truth, was not in school.

Otherwise, he would lose all face.

Zhang Shibalang forced a smile and said, "It's not a serious illness, just an acute condition. My father only asked Xing to help because he was concerned about me..."

The words have not yet fallen.

A joyful greeting came from afar, and someone exclaimed happily:

"Mr. Xing, you're back? And who is this beside you...?"

(End of this chapter)