I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 37 All beings perish, only I survive.

Upon learning that it was already five days later, Li Bai was momentarily stunned.

He patted his stomach, but perhaps because he had eaten too much at the banquet, he didn't feel hungry.

Is Mr. Jiang at home?

A sound came from outside the courtyard gate, and Master Lian Yue helped the old abbot stand at the door.

Jiang She invited someone in.

Seeing that the old man in the Taoist robe was quite old, the servants didn't want him to get cold, so they specially laid out a soft cushion for him.

The old abbot said, "Mr. Jiang, I had someone investigate a little about that sorcerer."

"Please speak, Abbot."

Jiang She regained his spirits.

"That man was said to be surnamed Du, but his given name was unknown. He called himself Daoist Jingchen and was said to be quite capable, with many disciples by his side."

"I have never had any dealings with him, and the people in the temple have only heard of his Taoist name, but do not know what his character is like."

"That's more than enough. Thank you for your trouble, Abbot."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

This time, the old abbot was in much better spirits. He originally wanted to go down the mountain alone to visit Jiang She, but he was too old and the disciples in the temple were worried about him. Out of concern and longing for a chance to become immortal, they argued endlessly.

In the end, they sent Lian Yue Daoist, who had always been on good terms with Yuan Danqiu, along.

When he saw Jiang Langjun again, Daoist Lian Yue was a little nervous.

Jiang She naturally saw through it as well, and smiled: "Daoist, there's no need to be nervous. I'm not a man-eating demon."

Master Lian Yue tensed up even more.

The old abbot smiled and said, "Besides the Taoist name, there is another matter. Yesterday, Magistrate Cheng came over and, upon hearing that I wanted to visit you, asked me a question."

Li Bai asked a very direct question.

"Why doesn't Your Excellency come here yourself?"

The old abbot smiled and said, "Since you have no reason to ask for my help, I dare not disturb you rashly."

Jiang She asked, "What is it?"

The old abbot then explained in detail.

Last year, the imperial court issued an edict that the emperor would perform the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai this autumn and winter, the thirteenth year of the Kaiyuan era. According to the edict, the accompanying personnel would include officials of the fifth rank or above in the capital, foreign envoys, members of the Li Tang imperial family, meritorious officials and their descendants.

In addition, the emperor ordered Taoist priests to set up an altar at the foot of Mount Tai and hold a fasting and prayer ceremony to pray for favorable weather, national prosperity and peace.

He then ordered officials in various regions to search for auspicious omens.

For example, purple clouds appeared over Mount Tai previously.

For example, Sima Chengzhen once said that the "Taoist master" had received blessings from the God of Mount Tai.

Li Bai asked from the side, "Surely Magistrate Cheng wouldn't send Mr. Jiang to be an auspicious omen?"

The old abbot laughed loudly and said, "Young master, don't let the magistrate hear you say that, or he'll be terrified. Where would he get the audacity..."

He wiped away the tears that came out of his laughter.

It is said that, "Because of the Fengshan ceremony, the sage invited many virtuous people to go to Mount Tai together."

"The magistrate wants to ask if, if you wish to go, he can make an introduction."

The old abbot continued, "I was also thinking that Daoist Jingchen might be among them. In this vast sea of ​​people, finding one person is extremely difficult. We could give this a try."

"nature!"

"If you possess any profound Taoist techniques, you can directly seek them out; there's no need to heed what this old Taoist is saying."

As the sun began to set in the west, the sky grew dim and heavy, with thick gray clouds pressing down on half of the sky. The air was stuffy and humid, and a heavy rain was imminent.

Jiang She did some quick calculations with his fingers.

Li Bai, the old abbot, and Daoist Lian Yue all held their breath and remained silent, lest they disturb the immortals' divination.

A few breaths passed.

Jiang She smiled and said, "I'm afraid I really should make a trip."

He pondered for a moment and said, "As for Magistrate Cheng... Abbot, please refuse for me. I am used to being undisciplined, and I am afraid that the imperial court is not my destiny."

With just a simple sentence, Li Bai keenly raised his head and sensed the true immortal's attitude.

It's not that I'm not destined to be with the Heavenly Family.

Rather, it is that I am not destined for the Heavenly Realm. Mr. Jiang was always polite to everyone, even the tea stall staff, speaking to them with gentle manners and never uttering a word of abuse. His words to the old abbot were also calm and gentle.

Its divine aura is palpable.

It means that earthly emperors are not destined to be with immortals. It means that immortals are not destined to be with emperors.

Whether you are a ruler, a county magistrate, or a poor vagrant, you are all treated equally. No matter your political achievements, official rank, power, or birthright, you are all equal.

They were all ordinary people.

Li Bai seemed to be lost in thought.

The old abbot seemed to sense something as well, and sighed, "I regret that I was born a few decades too early. If I had met Mr. Jiang sixty years ago, no, even ten years ago."

"I'm afraid we'll have to swear an oath to follow."

“He worshipped at the door every day.”

Jiang She did not respond to these remarks.

The old abbot seemed to understand something, sighed inwardly, finished his tea, and then took his leave.

……

……

Having witnessed the dragon boat races on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, another half month has passed. Apart from being a bit hotter, Xiangyang City remains unchanged.

That day, while drinking tea and reading travelogues with the Old Deer Mountain God, the Old Deer Mountain God laughed and said, "Sir, you're getting restless from being too still."

Jiang She agreed.

He said, "I didn't think much of my old secluded home. But once I started to move around, I wanted to see more of the world and experience its sights."

The old deer mountain god said, "Immortals and gods travel around, visiting the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening; this is how it is."

"But I don't want to leave so quickly."

Jiang Shebian turned a page of his book and said casually, "If one could see all the affairs of the world and travel all over the country in a single day, how would one spend the rest of the days?"

I'd rather slow down.

"We've walked through it step by step, and gotten to know each other little by little."

The mountain god of Lumen felt the same way.

For deities with such long lifespans, who are considered immortal in the eyes of mortals, he personally protected the Lu family for hundreds of years. He witnessed Lu Sheng's death and the subsequent decline of the Lu family, and knew the unbearable suffering involved.

I've seen too much life and death.

He also understood the reasoning Jiang She was talking about.

The Old Deer Mountain God asked, "We cultivators, from the moment we embark on the path of cultivation, can see our remaining lifespan clearly. The world is very different from that of mortals."

"What does the world look like as observed by the immortals?"

After spending these days together, the Old Deer Mountain God became curious about how an immortal like Mr. Jiang viewed such matters.

Jiang She thought for a moment.

"At a glance."

"It seems to have no end in sight."

His tone softened, and he spoke in a calmer tone:

"There is also great terror."

As he spoke, Jiang She took out the ten maps that Magistrate Cheng had given him. They depicted the landscape of the Tang Dynasty, but there were no records of more distant places, many wondrous places, or the fairy islands mentioned in ancient books.

This is a lonely world.

Jiang She looked down and gazed at Mount Tai, looking at the prefectures he would pass through on his way.

They sat down opposite each other.

The White Deer Mountain God of Lumen Mountain remained sane for a long time.

It felt as if I were seeing the gods and immortals from ancient legends, and a single sentence seemed to be thousands of years old.

Times change, people die, books rot, plants wither and flourish, mountains and rivers collapse and dry up, and dynasties decline and perish.

All living beings die.

I am the only one left alive.

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