I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 304 Do Ghosts and Gods Really Exist? (+6)

Wu Daozi was stunned for a moment. He was helped by his servants as they walked through the bamboo groves in the corridor.

The bizarre scene he had witnessed the previous night resurfaced in his mind.

"Take me to the study immediately!"

The servant was taken aback, wondering what the young master was up to. Had he gone to Zhang Xu's house for drinks last night?
Where are the other guests from yesterday?
Wu Daozi walked very fast, not at all like a middle-aged man who had stayed up all night.

His eyes were extremely bright. He walked all the way to the study, and without saying a word, he laid out paper, ground ink, and began to sketch.

"Hahaha, heaven is on my side..."

"What a wonderful thing!"

Wu Daozi even waved his hand dismissively, complaining that his servants were clumsy and in the way.

"You go down first."

The Wu family's servants found it strange. Two servants standing guard outside the door exchanged glances and began to whisper among themselves.

"What happened, Ah Lang?"

"It looks like he was painting. I wonder what happened. He just got back and it's like this."

The other person shook his head and said:
"He wasn't painting. I just glanced at him and it looked like he was making a small sketch."

The other party guessed.

"Could it be that they've finally remembered they've been owing Jinggong Temple for too long? Don't even mention... the eminent monks from Jinggong Temple just came to visit yesterday."

"No way, it has been dragging on for a while, but when has our young master ever been in a hurry?"

The two whispered among themselves, afraid that Ah Lang would overhear them gossiping behind their backs.

As they waited, the two of them sat on the steps and chatted idly, talking about the latest happenings in the neighborhood and occasionally speculating about the young man.

"I see dark circles under your eyes, sir; you probably didn't sleep a wink last night..."

indoor.

Wu Daozi's writing was divinely inspired.

As he sketched in twos and threes, the gods, ghosts, demons, Buddha statues, vendors, and banquets he had seen the previous night... were all in his mind and flowed down from the tip of his pen.

The lights shone brightly all night, and demons and ghosts revelled.

Wu Daozi regretted not having eight hands so that he could quickly draw down everything he had seen and heard the previous night while his memory was still clear.

Whenever I feel like I've forgotten something or can't remember it clearly.

Wu Daozi picked up the candle that he had carried all the way the night before, which was placed on the table, weighed it in his hand, and looked at it a few more times.

I savor those moments of fear and joy.

He licked the tip of the pen.

"Wonderful..."

"Hahahaha, what a coincidence that we've ended up here."

Wu Daozi couldn't hear what the servants outside were saying; he was completely absorbed in the painting, his brushstrokes becoming faster and faster, until the draft paper piled up on the other side.

Those outside who heard the laughter coming from the study felt a chill run down their spines.

The two servants exchanged a glance.

"Why did Ah Lang suddenly laugh?"

The other person was also worried. He rubbed his arm to suppress the goosebumps and joined in the wild guessing.

"Perhaps while drawing, he suddenly felt a surge of joy and smiled...?"

As he spoke, he became less confident, and his voice grew weaker and weaker.

The other party didn't believe it.

Who would laugh at a painting?

The two looked at each other.

Just then, another burst of laughter came from the study. The two servants were horrified.

After a while, the servant who had previously said he was "delighted to see the painting" hesitated.

He began by suggesting:

"How about... we discuss it and go ask a doctor to come over?"

"Ah Lang, you probably need to see a doctor."

"Yep!"

The two men glanced at the study door several times, and one of them got up to go find Alang's disciple, Lulengjia, who was staying in the guest room.

Lulenga put down his brush and listened to the man's report, his face showing surprise.

"Was the teacher alone in his study, laughing uncontrollably?"

The servant of the Wu family nodded, he said.

"Yes, Ah Lang suddenly wanted to go out with a guest around 3 PM yesterday. I heard they were going to the East Market to buy something. I don't know where he stayed last night. This is what he looked like when he came back this morning..."

"They have been staying indoors for two whole hours."

“It’s almost midday now, and we’ve called Ah Lang to come eat, but he’s not responding.”

"My lord is painting inside, so we dare not disturb him."

Lu Lengjia became curious upon hearing this. As an artist himself, he could understand why his teacher had secluded himself at home, and even why he was so overjoyed.

What kind of painting, what kind of inspiration, could make someone so happy?
Lulenga placed the brush on the brush holder and instructed his servant not to wash off the paint on the brush, as it was a color he had painstakingly mixed.

He hurried along, following the servants to the teacher's study.

Lulenga knocked on the door.

"teacher……?"

As expected, no one responded.

Lulenga thought for a moment, then gently pushed the door open and walked in.

The teacher, with her back to him, lay down on the desk and fell asleep. A stack of drawing paper lay on one side of the desk; it looked like it had just been drawn.

Lu Lengjia was puzzled, so he quietly picked up the paper to read it.

He was stunned when he saw the painting.

The servants waited outside for a long time, but no sound came from inside.

He felt uneasy and cautiously peeked through the crack in the opened door.

They saw Lu Langjun silently reading a piece of paper.

His expression was focused, yet tinged with surprise. After looking at one, he picked up another.

And so, a long time passed.

Outside, another servant was puzzled. He tugged at the collar of his companion who was trying to pry open the door and asked curiously:

"What happened?"

The servant tiptoed back and shook his head at him.

"Hard to say."

The two men had been waiting outside until their legs were numb, when they finally saw Lu Langjun come out. They quickly bowed to him.

"My lord, how is it?"

After seeing those paintings, Lulenga felt a sense of disorientation.

He muttered to himself as he spoke to his servants.

"Could there really be ghosts and gods?"

"Otherwise, how could it be drawn like that, so lifelike, leaping off the paper? I even thought the donkey had come to life. It's truly wonderful..."

The two servants swallowed hard, then raised their voices and called out again.

"Lang Jun?"

Lulanga came to his senses, put aside his astonishment, and said to his two servants.

"nothing."

"The teacher is asleep. Please help her to her bedroom. Don't touch the things on the desk. She'll probably need them again when she wakes up."

The two servants breathed a sigh of relief and agreed.

"That doctor..."

Just as one of them was about to bring it up, the other interrupted him, glaring at him and giving him a meaningful look: "Young man, you're perfectly fine, why are you calling a doctor? Talking nonsense!"

"Ah...yes, that's right, it's all my fault for being so talkative."

Lulenga had no idea what the two servants were talking about.

He followed the servants to escort his teacher to his bedroom. As a disciple, he personally helped tuck the blankets in, then turned around and went into the study to admire the extraordinary paintings his teacher had created.

It was as if the teacher had seen it with his own eyes.

Despite being just simple sketches, the foxes and demons seem to come alive.

Do ghosts and gods really exist?

……

……

We are both in Shengpingfang.

Jiang She returned home and slept soundly.

When I woke up, it was already dark outside. It was dusk, and the setting sun was high in the sky, casting a dim, yellowish light into the room.

For a moment, I couldn't tell if it was the morning light or the evening light.

Beside the mattress, a cat was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly, radiating warmth.

Jiang She sat up for a while, feeling his stomach empty. He realized his last meal was the wedding banquet he'd had late last night; he hadn't eaten much then, mostly just drunk alcohol. He decided to find something to eat to appease his hunger.

open the door.

Outside, Chu Yi, who was studying a piece of satin, looked up.

He exclaimed with delight upon seeing the person who came out.

"Senior Jiang, you've brought back a beautiful piece of cloth!"

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)