I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 95 The Strange Things That Have Happened in Yunmeng Mountain These Past Few Months
Jiang She was taken aback.

He stared at the black cat for a long time.

Yes, this cat loves to eat. It wants to see everything people eat, especially water. It always tries to squeeze its head in to taste it.

I've drunk quite a bit of tea, and a few months ago I also had some green liquor. Afterwards, I got very drunk and slept for a long time.

It's time for me to speak up.

I felt it was wonderful.

Ask the cat, "Can you talk now?"

The cat uttered those words and then stood there stunned for a long time, not understanding what was happening, its tail wagging. Jiang She wasn't disappointed; he found some firewood and lit it.

Snow is falling heavily outside.

Inside the cave, a person and a cat were warming themselves by a fire.

That's why my cat and I haven't been going out.

Just as Jiang She was trying to skewer the fish with tree branches to roast them, he heard footsteps outside, crunching on the snow.

Voices could be heard from afar.

"Last time I came, I saw several roe deer. Their pelts were so beautiful; they could definitely fetch a lot of money at the market..."

"That's not easy to hunt."

"That's easy. When it snows, once the snow stops, you can see where the deer have gone and where they've left their hoofprints..."

It was the sound of two people talking.

They seem to be hunters from the mountains.

After a while, someone said, "It's getting heavier and heavier, and the wind is so cold that it hurts my face. It really feels like winter."

"Hey, there's a hole over there, let's go over there and take shelter."

As they talked, the two walked toward the cave. When they got closer, they heard a sound and saw a fire. They realized that there were other people in the cave who were warming themselves by the fire!
"Hey, this guy—"

"Young master, may we come in and take shelter from the snow?"

Jiang She raised his eyes.

I saw two mountain dwellers whose faces were dark red from the cold.

He had a sheepskin coat around his collar, wore a fur hat, and looked somewhat like someone else.

The two were dressed in layers of clothing, with short brown coats over padded clothes. At this time, there was no cotton, but rather tangled hemp, hemp fibers, reed flowers, and willow catkins sewn into their clothes. These clothes became stiffer the more they were worn, but they could barely keep them warm.

Jiang She said, "Of course."

"I was just here first."

As he spoke, he moved aside to make room for the other person.

Those two mountain dwellers were just being polite; if they were refused, they wouldn't actually turn around and leave, they would have to be shameless.

They breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving a response.

He shook off the snow, stamped his feet to warm his numb legs, and then carefully placed the bow and arrows he was carrying against the stone wall.

I found the bamboo tube, shook the water inside, and found that it was too cold and had a layer of ice on the surface.

One of them picked out some dry rations from his bundle, which were frozen solid. "Go and gather some firewood so we can make a fire," he said.

The remaining mountain dweller sized up the people warming themselves by the fire.

He was an unfamiliar face, a scholar-like figure, dressed in light, thin clothes, unlike the thick, warm garments worn by the others. He carried no baggage, only a wooden bucket, the contents of which were unclear.

On such a snowy day, I came to the mountains alone.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed a lazy cat lying in my arms.

Weird.

"My lord, you're going up the mountain alone?"

"Let's go down the mountain and take a look."

Yamato was surprised, and his voice rose a few decibels: "Young master lives in the mountains?"

"Not really."

Jiang She finally skewered a fish and put it on the fire to grill. Beside him, the cat had been watching intently for a while, almost ready to pounce on it.

He laughed.

"Don't worry."

Yamato sat there, and from afar he smelled an indescribable fragrance wafting from the fire. He couldn't help but ask, "Young master, where did you catch this fish? It smells so good."

"From the mountain."

Yamato recalled that he had explored many mountains in the vicinity. Because of the long-standing rumors of being haunted, his brothers rarely came to Yunmeng Mountain. If it weren't for following the deer to find their way here, they wouldn't usually go this way.

"Are there really such fresh fish up in the mountains?"

"It might take a while to fish."

"Young master, what are you doing coming down the mountain in this cold weather?"

Jiang She also frankly said, "Today is Minor Snow, and some people should be starting to brew wine with the new grains. I want to go and see if I can buy some yeast."

Upon hearing this, Yamato's doubts were dispelled.

He needed to go down the mountain to buy yeast, so he figured the person was a scholar living in seclusion in the mountains, not some kind of evil spirit. He breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but move closer to the fire to soak up the warmth.

Jiang She seemed oblivious.

The fish in Yunmeng Mountain is no bigger than the palm of your hand, it's tiny.

The flames licked at it, and it was quickly cooked.

He sprinkled a little salt on it; without any other seasoning, the flavor was already quite delicious. Yamato's nose twitched as he gazed at the cave entrance, waiting for his brother to return with the firewood.

Jiang She gave some to the cat, and let it cool down a bit before letting the cat taste it.

Listening to the snoring sound made him feel even better.

Outside, another man braved the wind and snow, carrying a large bundle of firewood and thatch, and crawled into the cave. He dumped it on the ground with a clatter, and the two brothers whispered to each other for a while.

The mountain dweller walked over and asked Jiang She:

"Young master, may I borrow a light?"

"Do as you please," Jiang She said.

"My lord, you live on Yunmeng Mountain. Have you heard any noises?"

"What's the noise?"

Yamato lowered his voice, a look of awe on his face: "I've heard that many strange things have happened on Yunmeng Mountain these past few months. You can always hear voices on the mountain, but you can't see any people."

"Some of the people who passed by have even gone missing..."

The cat raised its head and listened intently.

The mountain dweller spoke with even more enthusiasm, squatting down to start a fire with firewood, his mouth never stopping: "Those who went missing were all doctors. They didn't come down the mountain for several days. When people asked them questions, none of those doctors answered, and they ignored us completely. We don't know what happened."

His brother chimed in from the side.

"I heard that the wolf king in the mountain is sick and is seeking medical help everywhere."

"Young master, you live in the mountains, have you heard of this matter?"

Both of them turned their gazes toward Jiang She, subtly scrutinizing him.

“I haven’t heard of it much,” Jiang She said truthfully. “There shouldn’t be a wolf king on the mountain, at least I haven’t seen one.”

He lowered his head. The fish from Yunmeng Mountain tasted good. There were eleven or twelve of them. He could eat them slowly later.

After sharing the food with the cat, Jiang She waited a while before tidying up the fire and neatly piling up the dry branches beside it. The cat ate slowly.

The two mountain dwellers were trying to light a fire, and black smoke was billowing from the wood.

He said gently, "You two can use the firewood here; it's drier and easier to burn."

The two villagers thanked them repeatedly.

Seeing Jiang She pick up the wooden bucket, preparing to leave, dressed in thin clothes, Shan Hu suddenly felt less afraid and said, "Young master, you're dressed so lightly, why don't you wait a bit?"

"It's still snowing outside!"

"It doesn't matter."

Jiang She and the cat emerged from the stone cave, and he looked towards Yunmeng Mountain.

Looking down from the mountain, the green hills have turned white.

They drank themselves into a stupor and remained unconscious for months. The hermit of Yunmeng Mountain must have been very anxious, even inviting a passing doctor to help them. Jiang She did some quick calculations and felt relieved.

Fortunately, nothing was delayed.

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)