I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 67 Qi Wang Wei's Upper, Middle and Lower Daoist Methods

"Is the complete poem available?"

The servant laid out paper and ground ink, and Wang Wei rolled up his sleeves and wrote the poem on the paper.

The jade cup was empty, and just as the attendant was about to refill it, Prince Qi waved his sleeve away. The priceless jade cup shattered on the ground, but no one cared.

The Prince of Qi kept looking at the poem, reading it several times before passing it down. Other guests also gathered around to look, wondering what kind of poem could have captivated the king so much.

half an hour.

Prince Qi asked, "Was it truly an encounter with an immortal?"

The poem was so vividly written that he didn't believe it, but it was indeed a good poem, and the music was also a good music, with an ethereal and otherworldly quality that was palpable.

It makes one yearn for it.

"Are there really immortals?"

He looked at Wang Wei.

"You went to Xiangzhou once, did you see the immortal face? Wang Wei."

"Never seen it before."

There was also a sense of regret in Wang Wei's voice.

The Prince of Qi asked three questions in succession, showing great concern. In his haste, he began to cover his face with his sleeve and coughed in a muffled voice, his face turning pale.

Everyone put aside their thoughts of the immortals and stepped forward to persuade him.

In their view, seeking immortality is a completely fictitious and unrealistic thing.

How could it be more important than the body of Prince Qi?

Once Prince Qi's breathing calmed down, a servant hurriedly handed him pills, which he swallowed with water. A faint blush appeared on his face; this was a symptom of chest tightness and shortness of breath, which had become increasingly severe in the past two years.

The imperial physician advised that one should calm down, enjoy flowers and other pleasures, and listen to poetry, prose, and music.

One should not get angry, nor should one overly distract oneself.

Having regained his composure, the Prince of Qi summoned his officials.

The guests withdrew, unaware of what was being discussed inside.

They were all ushered to the outer room, and the second half of the banquet inevitably cooled down.

Everyone looked at Wang Wei, knowing that it was he who had brought up the poem and the story of the immortals that had stirred up the Prince of Qi's mind, causing him to cough incessantly. As a result, they couldn't help but treat him with some coldness.

Wang Wei, on the other hand, lived a leisurely and carefree life.

Looking at the moon in the sky.

My heart moved slightly.

I wonder if this bright moon is also shining on the immortals?

……

Inside the curtain.

The Prince of Qi's voice was hoarse from coughing. He said in a low voice, "Tomorrow, send a carriage to Xiangzhou to investigate. Remember to ask clearly whether there really are immortals there."

The subordinate official was speechless.

"Your Majesty, it's just a poem..."

He glanced at the Prince of Qi's expression and said cautiously, "This humble official will go and fetch the imperial physician."

The Prince of Qi coughed for a while.

Upon hearing his subordinate say such a thing, the Prince of Qi smiled.

"What good are imperial physicians? We've already hired enough."

The subordinate bowed his head and said respectfully:
"I will send someone to Xiangyang immediately."

"Tomorrow, Your Majesty, would you like to visit Hongdao Temple? Their abbot, Master Taihe, is a great master of alchemy. Someone once offered a thousand pieces of gold for medicine."

Prince Qi thought for a moment, realizing that traveling by boat and carriage was slow, and that the immortals of Xiangzhou were probably not something that could be summoned in a short time.

"Alright, I'll go take a look tomorrow."

……

……

The moonlight was cold, and Sanshui and Chuyi couldn't sleep, so they sat on the threshold of Hongdao Temple.

They arrived at the place before the gates closed and were entertained by the Taoist priests. They felt that there were many differences between the mountain and the foot of the mountain. The Hongdao Temple treated them very kindly, even better than their own younger relatives.

He was very respectful to his master.

The two sat together and whispered to each other:

"My senior martial brother is dead."

“I know, we buried it with our master.”

Can you see your own lifespan?

“We haven’t cultivated to that level yet, we’ll see in the future,” Sanshui thought. “Master should be able to see his own lifespan, should we ask him?”

"They'll probably get punished."

Sanshui thought about it and agreed; they had been punished quite a bit for stealing the white crane's feathers, which immediately reminded her of the pain. After a while...

"Do you think Master is more powerful, or that senior from today?"

"Even Master calls him 'Senior,' so it must be because Senior is more powerful?"

“That fish demon was following that senior. The senior said he was greedy. Could it be a servant that the senior kept in the water?” Sanshui’s thoughts wandered.

"You never know, it might be true."

"Why didn't that senior master know the art of flying?"

Sanshui found it strange, but also felt a bit sympathetic. "Even we learned it when we were nine years old."

"Hahaha……"

Beside him, the middle-aged man couldn't help but laugh, the sound startling his two young disciples. They turned around in fright and shrank back. The two quickly scrambled up from the threshold and greeted their master.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and sat down cross-legged in the courtyard.

The sky was clear and bright, with a few wisps of light clouds drifting by.

He casually remarked:
"You've all grown up a bit, and you've even grasped the basics of flying techniques, hmm... just getting a glimpse of the beginning, haha."

"Today I will tell you what kind of method this flying technique is."

Sanshui tilted his head back and asked:
"Is there more to the art of flying?"

She thought she was already quite skilled. In terms of the art of flying, she was much better than her junior brother.

"nature."

"What you learned before was the method I learned when I was young. It is actually a kind of lightness technique. With a flash of inspiration, you can find the energy of heaven and earth and take advantage of it."

The middle-aged man thought for a moment.

"This is..."

He shook his head again, realizing that the skill of leaping into the air and gliding several meters was indeed difficult to categorize.

He simply skipped it.

He said, "Once you are familiar with it, you can begin to learn the art of controlling the wind."

“The literati down the mountain always write about immortals and gods, and they often mention such abilities. The key is to move from ‘borrowing’ power to ‘controlling power’ and to ride the energy of heaven and earth.”

The first-year student asked, "How far can it fly?"

The middle-aged man stroked his beard and said, "In the blink of an eye, one can travel several miles and fly several feet off the ground, soaring through the heavens."

"so smart……"

The two young disciples looked on with longing.

The middle-aged man nodded.

He looked up at the bright moon and said slowly:
"However, such a method is not easy to learn; it often requires several years of arduous practice and great perseverance."

"Therefore, when teaching disciples, I always start by teaching the art of lightness of body."

"Do you understand?"

Both of them nodded, like rattles.

Sanshui glanced quickly at her junior brother, straightened her back, and thought to herself that she would definitely learn faster than him. She asked her master, "What comes after 'Controlling Momentum'? How far can you fly?"

The middle-aged man pondered.

"After harnessing the energy of heaven and earth, my Yunmeng Mountain has no more profound methods."

"what……"

Sanshui never expected it to be like this.

Seeing the bright eyes of his two disciples, the middle-aged man changed the subject, seemingly casually, and brought it up again:

"It's just what mortals say."

"Immortals travel to the North Sea in the morning and to Cangwu in the evening."

"Perhaps it can serve as an expectation on the path of cultivation... Maybe those ancient immortals could have done it."

Having discussed the road.

The middle-aged man, recalling the boisterous behavior of his two disciples during the day, scolded them again:

"The techniques passed down in my Yunmeng Mountain are already profound and difficult. Outsiders who see them will probably either be tempted to take them or kowtow to me every day, wanting to become my disciples. Look at the Taoist priests of Hongdao Temple, they also want to obtain the Taoist techniques from me."

"You two are so fortunate to have obtained such a wonderful method and opportunity."

"Yet he spends all his time eating and being lazy!"

"They didn't know any manners when they saw people, shouting and yelling. Luckily, that person was very tolerant..."

Sanshui and Chuyi both shrank back.

He lowered his head and listened to his master scold him for a while.

While Master was catching his breath.

Sanshui, being bold, raised his little head and asked cautiously, "Master, what level was that senior's Taoist magic during the day?"

(End of this chapter)