I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 117 Drinking Wine in the Snow with the Spirit Zhang Guolao

The aroma of alcohol wafted along the way, captivating countless passersby.

I wonder if, today, in the various taverns of Yanzhou, anyone will be tempted by the aroma of wine, drinking three bowls and reminiscing about the fragrance that wafts on the wind.

The white donkey quickly arrived at the gate of the courtyard.

Zhang Guolao shrunk the donkey back down and patted its head.

The cat suddenly stopped moving.

The kitten twitched its ears, listening intently to the sounds coming from the yard.

Zhang Guo listened for a moment, his eyes sparkling with interest:

"I didn't notice last time, but it turns out there's a nest of little monsters in this house, haha, rat spirits... And the gentleman keeps cats too, how interesting, how interesting!"

The group deliberately slowed their footsteps.

We just had some good wine.

Jiang She was still tipsy and somewhat playful. He waved his hand, erasing the traces of the group.

After they entered the courtyard.

The mice were hiding under the tree, rustling as they ate crumbs of bread they had somehow found. The cold wind howled overhead, making the sounds of their eating extremely faint.

Only a cat with a keen ear, who also thought he was friends with these mice, could tell the difference.

The cat hopped over in a few quick movements and sniffed its friend.

It still remembered what Jiang She had said before: not to scare the rats.

It did not extend its claws.

It didn't even try to pick it up with its mouth.

The nest of mice was so frightened that they fell over.

A faint force lifted the mice to their feet, much to their surprise. Then they heard laughter:
“Fellow Daoists have already awakened their intelligence, so there is no need to worry. This cat will not harm your fellow Daoists.”

The mouse's whiskers trembled.

To their surprise, they discovered that the speaker was the cat owner, dressed in blue, sitting on the porch, his tone terrifying, and staring at them.

Oh my god!
The mouse was so frightened it almost scurried into its hole.

Having lived together for so many days, how did it only then realize that this family actually possessed supernatural powers!

Jiang She called out:
"Grandmaster."

A nest of mice was in a panic.

Above these mice, the cold wind blew through the soapberry trees, and the withered branches rustled.

Jiang She quipped, "Well done, scholar."

The withered branches of the soapberry tree remained still, the cold wind continued to blow, and the tree trunk seemed frozen, extremely quiet.

Jiang She looked towards the main room.

Looking at the embroidered vases on the screen, according to the broker who rented the house at the time, the screen originally came from Chang'an and was sold to Yanzhou by the owner, so it was somewhat old.

"Good job, Jinshi."

The old screen remained motionless.

Not far away, Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu were both astonished. Yuan Danqiu looked on and said, "I wondered why that figure disappeared in the courtyard. It turned out to be this locust tree."

"And the other scholar who passed the imperial examination was actually this screen in the main hall..."

"How strange."

Zhang Guolao watched with great interest.

"This place is wonderful; even a haunted house has plenty of places to live!"

Jiang She raised his hand and invited several figures over.

"I've been here for a few days and haven't spoken to my new neighbors yet. It just so happens that all my fellow Daoists are out today, so let's have a drink together!"

A few mice were still dressed as the monk and his young disciples from that night. The monk was alright, but the young disciples, seeing the black cat crouching nearby, cautiously moved away and quickly ran away.

There was also a tree spirit that looked like a scholar nearby.

On the other side sat a screen spirit dressed in an official robe.

The spirits remained silent, their eyes darting around as they sized up the group, feeling quite regretful.

The mountain god performed a spell, inviting the pot from the kitchen.

Jiang She snapped his fingers, lighting firewood under the pot, and then picked up two stones to prop up the pot, creating a makeshift stove. He took out three fish he had caught in the clouds of Yunmeng Mountain.

Put it in the pot.

A cold wind howled, and snow fell from the sky.

The group sat under the eaves, and Yuan Danqiu brought over a small table to temporarily place the cups and saucers.

Zhang Guolao stared intently at the fish.

I could only feel the shimmering light above, as if there were clouds and mist. When I put it into the pot, a light mist immediately rose from the water, like a surging sea of ​​clouds.

"This fish is interesting," Jiang She said.

"This fish was caught in the clouds of Weizhou. It tastes delicious. Mr. Guo should try it."

"That old man must try it!"

The spirits nearby listened and looked at each other. The few little mouse demons watched the cat for a while, and when they saw that the cat lazily nestled in their arms and had no intention of catching mice, they breathed a sigh of relief.

The rat demon monk asked:
When did the master discover us?

"Could it be that night..."

He looked at Yuan Danqiu and Li Bai, remembering that on the first day the two moved in, they sat outside talking for some reason.

At the time, I just thought it was because the scholar had a strange temper.

Now that I think about it...

They probably already knew their identities.

The pot emitted a fragrant aroma, with an ethereal, cloud-like quality, imbued with Taoist magic. Several spirits, upon smelling it, swallowed hard.

Jiang She laughed and said:

"The fish soup is ready, you can taste it now."

The rat demon monk hesitated for a moment, gazing at the pot of rare fish soup.

He refused, saying:
"We are not in our true form and cannot touch this pot of fish soup. Giving it to us would be a waste of resources, so we don't need it... Thank you for your hospitality, sir."

Jiang She smiled and insisted, "It would be good to try it."

The steaming hot soup was poured into a bowl.

The rising steam from the pot mingled with the falling snow, landing on you with a cool, refreshing sensation, like a scene from a fairyland.

Several spirits smelled the fragrance, some greedy, some hesitant.

The rat demon monk pretended to pick up a soup spoon.

Alas? !

They actually picked it up?
The rat demon monk immediately looked at Jiang She, only to see the other party smile and point to its bowl.

With some skepticism, the rat demon picked up the bowl.

I took a sip.

Jiang She hadn't had this fish soup in a long time, and it still tasted great.

Close your eyes and savor the moment; your body and mind feel light and free. It's as if you're floating on clouds, swaying with the wind and soaring through the heavens.

Zhang Guolao drank two bowls in a row.

He asked:
"I wonder where this fish comes from. I've been to Weizhou before, but I've never heard of such delicious fish."

Jiang She said, "It was to visit a mountain gate in Weizhou, where fish were born among the clouds on the mountain."

"It must be one that the sect keeps inside."

Zhang Guolao then asked, "What is the name of this mountain?"

"Yunmeng Mountain".

Zhang Guolao memorized this place.

Beside him, Yuan Danqiu, deeply moved, laughed and said, "These fish are not easy to catch. The mountain god and I have been sitting on the mountaintop for several days, and we haven't caught a single one."

Zhang Guolao asked.

"Mountain God?"

Beside him, the old deer mountain god smiled, stroked his beard, and nodded.

Zhang Guolao turned his head and carefully examined the old man who was even older than himself.

After a long pause, he said:

"Fellow Daoist, you do not possess the aura of mountains and rivers."

The old deer mountain god smiled.

"I have served as a mountain god for hundreds of years. Now I have been freed from my shackles and relinquished the seal of the mountain lord, and I will travel the world with you, sir!"

Yuan Danqiu realized that he had been sitting on the mountaintop for a long time without catching a single fish.

He then added:
“It’s not just me and the mountain god.”

"Even the water deity of the Wei River sat for several months, but not a single fish was caught."

"I think it's not just the fishing rod that's the problem; the fish in the clouds are just too hard to catch. They're all very cunning and won't bite easily."

At the table.

The little sprites were completely stunned.

Holding his wine cup, Zhang Guolao couldn't help but ask:
"Suicune?"

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)