I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 286 There is no emperor in heaven
Jiang She returned home and quickly cleaned the yard, leaving only dust in the room.

The cat followed behind him, helping out.

Jiang She glanced behind him; the little cat was acting suspiciously.

Once it realizes it has been noticed, it stops moving completely.

When Jiang She turned around to sweep the floor and then looked back, there were many small plum blossom prints on the ground, which were particularly clear in the dust.

The culprit stared at him with round eyes.

Jiang She put down the broom and asked patiently, "What are you doing?"

"I'll help you exorcise the monster."

The cat's tail swayed back and forth, cleaning a small patch of the ground; all the dust was stuck to its fur.

"There are no more demons or evil spirits here."

After Jiang She finished speaking, he looked at the cat with wide eyes, looking incredulous, and couldn't help but chuckle. He thought for a moment.

"Fine, let's go back and see if there are any ghosts hiding in Chang'an."

This cat is just like a child. It just learned a seemingly powerful lightning technique, even though it didn't really understand it and couldn't strike a single lightning bolt all night, it was already very happy and always wanted to find an opportunity to show off.

The demons and ghosts of Chang'an are going to be in trouble.

Jiang She smiled and continued cleaning.

After tidying up, I pushed open the door and went out to the vendors outside.

The chill of late autumn in Chang'an was already palpable. He bought two catties of mutton, along with medicinal herbs such as angelica and wolfberry. Back in his courtyard, he lit a fire in the stove and placed the chopped mutton and herbs into a ceramic pot.

Half an hour later, a rich aroma filled the air.

"Winter is coming soon, and stewing mutton with angelica root is the most nourishing way to cook it."

The cat had just crawled out of the stove, its face covered in grime. Hearing people speak, it remained silent, glancing at the angelica slices floating in the large bowl.

It picks out the meat carefully, squints its eyes, and makes slurping noises.

"good to eat!"

The warm, savory aroma of mutton drifted far away on the cold wind, intoxicating countless homes.

Having reminded the monk about renting a house today, Jiang She also took the opportunity to put his money on the table and count it from beginning to end.

The money I earned from working for the Pei family was used to rent a house for three years.

After counting the remaining money, it seemed like I was running out of money.

If General Chidao were here, Jiang She remembered that the scabbard was an antique and could probably fetch a lot of money.

I felt a little disappointed.

Jiang She made up his mind that he should earn some money to spend.

Thinking about it that way, there's no rush; I can always get through two or three months.

He carefully collected the money from the table, returned to his bedroom, and collapsed.

Jiang She gazed at the wooden beams of the roof and slowly closed his eyes.

He heard faint footsteps outside the door, followed by the warm breath of someone breathing on his face.

Jiang She opened his eyes.

Staring at the cat, the meaning is self-evident.

The cat looked down at him to show him her clean paws. Although she had stepped in the dust in the yard and crawled through the stove, she had carefully wiped them clean.

"It's already cleaned..."

The cat offered an explanation, then asked curiously, "What was that big house we went to today?"

"The Imperial Palace."

"Is it the person who was sitting in the chair today?" the cat asked in a muffled voice as it burrowed into the blankets.

"How can he manage living alone?"

"He had many servants, many children, and many concubines who lived with him."

The cat burrowed under the covers and finally poked out a fluffy little head, shaking its fur vigorously.

Is that person looking for you?

Jiang She patted the cat's head and spoke in a soft voice.

"It's the desire to find him."

"Eh?"

There is no emperor in heaven.

…… ……

Meanwhile, far away in Daningfang, Xing Hepu was urging his servants to study.

The "Zhui Shu" is the most difficult and profound of the ten classics of arithmetic that students of mathematics must learn today. In the Imperial Academy, students of mathematics study the other nine classics for a total of six years, and then spend the remaining four years studying the "Zhui Shu".

For Xing Hepu, however, these were just books he read and played with in his childhood. Now, he taught his servants some basic arithmetic to lay a foundation for their education.

The servants looked mournful.

They felt that if the divination method the young master spoke of truly required the foundation laid by the "Zhui Shu" (a book on divination techniques).

Then they won't need to dream of becoming immortals.

As Xing Hepu was looking at their answer sheets, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and a sense of unease creeping over him.

He looked out the window; the autumn wind was blowing in gusts, and many withered leaves had accumulated in the courtyard.

"Close the window."

The servant, as if granted a pardon, immediately put down his writing brush, closed the window, and earnestly asked:

"Is my lord feeling cold? Shall I go and fetch a cloak? My lord has just recovered from a serious illness, it would be bad if he caught a cold from the wind."

Xing Hepu shook his head.

He always felt uneasy.

"Alright, you guys continue answering, let me see how you're progressing."

The servants slumped their shoulders.

When will the young master realize their dullness and lack of talent...?

Holding a warm cup of wine, Xing Hepu suppressed the chaos in his mind and waited for the servants to write something. He casually picked up a piece of white paper on the table, intending to write down his insights from that day at Chongxuan Hall.

Hurried footsteps and announcements could be heard outside.

"My lord, someone from the palace has arrived—"

……

"Mr. Xing, that's how it is."

"Zhang Guolao was unpredictable and even when he accidentally drank poisoned wine, he didn't care at all, and only knocked out his teeth."

Inside the palace, all the attendants and other palace maids were dismissed, leaving only two people inside.

Xing Hepu was invited to take a seat.

Opposite him was the emperor's most trusted eunuch.

As Gao Lishi spoke, he personally took a wooden box, placed it on the table, and gently opened it. Inside were some dark brown slag that resembled neither stone nor iron.

Gao Lishi explained.

"This is the tooth he knocked out; His Majesty specifically ordered me to fetch it."

"Please take a look, sir."

Xing Hepu sized up the dregs.

He sighed inwardly, feeling somewhat worried. Had he known it would turn out this way, he would have preferred to remain ill.

After Gao Lishi and Xing Hepu had examined it, they continued:

“I have also seen people who have taken poison, and in every case their intestines ruptured, their seven orifices bled, and the onset was very rapid.”

"The emperor was very worried about this and ordered several imperial physicians to detoxify and save Zhang Guolao's life. But after taking the poison, Zhang Guolao's pulse was strong and powerful, even stronger than those men in the Imperial Guards."

"He could knock out his teeth with a tap, talk and laugh freely, and treat deadly poison as if it were nothing. He was truly a god."

Gao Lishi lowered his voice as he spoke.

"What's even stranger is that this person had entered the palace once during the reign of Emperor Taizong in the Zhenguan era, but refused the emperor's summons. He has been appearing and disappearing since then, and has lived through several generations of emperors in our dynasty. I don't know how long he has lived."

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty has some inquiries."

"Therefore, I was specifically asked to come here to ask Mr. Xing if he could use his divine calculations to predict this person's origins..."

"And how long will he live?"

There was something else on Gao Lishi's mind that he didn't say aloud.

If it is true, the sage also wants Xing Hepu to calculate the immortal who befriended Zhang Guolao.

Gao Lishi remained silent for the time being, waiting for Xing Hepu's reply.

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)