I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 225 Buried in Peace, Funeral Procession

The boatman kept talking, and fearing that the group might not be able to handle it, he quickly pointed them to another route.

"Speaking of which, the Zeng family isn't far from here. Would you like to go and take a look? However, the waterway is a bit longer than before, and it will probably cost ten coins more."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Bai had already made a firm and resolute statement.

"go."

The term "corpse syncope" refers to a condition where a person is ashen and lifeless, but still retains a faint breath.

Many families, seeing this, would call doctors but to no avail, and if the person didn't wake up after a long time, they would simply assume that their life had come to an end and bury them with tears in their eyes. Once the earth was covered, the person was truly dead.

Li Bai tugged at Yuan Danqiu's Taoist robe sleeve.

Both of them became curious. The idea that the two scholars had "died for four years" sounded too strange, and they both wanted to know what had happened.

The boatman poled the boat.

His gaze fell on Jiang She, who had remained silent.

Upon hearing the devastating news, the young man remained silent, undoubtedly heartbroken. Judging from their accents, they were not locals; they had traveled a long way to visit an old friend, only to receive such news—how could one not feel a pang of sorrow?

It's also pitiful.

"It would be good to meet."

A hint of relief appeared on the boatman's dark face.

"I've heard that the Zeng family has been quite unsettled lately, constantly clamoring for someone to be properly buried. If you go now, young master, you might be able to see your old friend one last time."

As he spoke, the bamboo pole broke the stream, and the small boat rippled through the water.

……

……

At this moment, Sanshui and Chuyi were enjoying a delicious meal in the most bustling restaurant in Kuaiji.

They've had a blast these past two months.

At first, I remembered that I was going to Yuezhou to find the teacher, but after I came down the mountain, I unconsciously wandered around Luoyang.

The temple was still the same as before. The abbot, Master Taihe, looked a bit older, but not very old. When he saw them, he smiled and prepared sweet cakes, fruits, and dried meat, all snacks that young people love to eat.

I heard that the powerful official had died a few years ago. When I asked him about it on the first day of the lunar month, the abbot said that the Prince of Qi had passed away. The two of them secretly went to ask other Taoist priests in the temple and finally understood what the word meant.

After the Taoist Master Taihe finished speaking, he asked with concern:
Why isn't that gentleman I met last time with me this time?

With his mouth stuffed with dried meat, Sanshui said in a muffled voice:

"Our senior is always on the move, traveling all over the world. We haven't met in the last few years."

"My junior brother and I are on our way to the south to find him."

The Taoist priest then asked the two of them if they had any money on them. If they didn't have enough, his temple had some incense money that could be used to help the two young men with their travel expenses.

Sanshui and Chuyi didn't want them.

They felt they had plenty of money now; three coins could buy a flatbread, five coins could buy two, and they could also buy some soup and drinks, plus a bag of fried fish, enough to feed them for a day.

Master Taihe was meticulous.

Help them tie up the longswords behind them with cloth, and give them a few words of advice to avoid making their weapons conspicuous.

They were then asked if there were any problems with the Qi-cultivation method practiced by the Taoist priest in the temple, and whether it seemed to be flowing smoothly. The two younger men, having eaten a table full of delicacies from the temple, felt uneasy and scratched their heads, offering a few words of advice.

Strangely enough, no matter what he said, the Taoist Master Taihe always made people write it down.

They spent about ten days in Luoyang before remembering their important business.

—It's time to go to Yuezhou to find my senior.

The two used their flying skills to travel from Luoyang to Yuezhou in less than ten days.

At this moment, Sanshui was biting into a mutton flatbread. The one made by the shopkeeper was much better than the one made on the mountain. The meat filling was plentiful and the broth was overflowing. She squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

She said as she ate:
"Where is the senior? We've been looking for him for a month and haven't found him."

He ate even more than her in the first year of junior high, his stomach was so full it was round and bulging. He guessed:

"I heard from Li Xuan that you're heading to Yuezhou. Could it be that you haven't arrived yet?"

Sanshui shook his head.

She vividly remembered that clouds had appeared beneath her senior's feet.

"The senior can also fly through the clouds, so he might be able to travel even faster than us. We traveled for ten days, but he might arrive in five."

I remembered it in the first year of junior high school too.

I don't know where I heard a "goodbye" from, it sounded like a toddler who had just learned to speak, unclear and indistinct, and it made my heart itch, I felt sorry for it and it was cute.

Sanshui, carrying a large pot, smashed it down on his foot, leaving him limping for several days.

He said, "Perhaps Senior Jiang doesn't like flying." "It's coming by water from Yanzhou... It will take about two months, so it should arrive soon."

The two teenagers guessed and guessed, but still couldn't figure out where Senior Jiang was. They decided to wander around the city more often, taking a few strolls each day, hoping to bump into him soon, and also have some fun in Yuezhou.

After a hearty meal, Sanshui, mimicking his master's usual manner, beckoned the waiters over.

"Bill, please."

The waiter glanced at the two young boys, who seemed to have entered the Daoist path at such a young age. He quickly calculated the total cost of the meal; the items ordered were quite substantial.

"Fifty-two coins, do you two young Taoist priests have that much money?"

"some."

Sanshui wiped his hands with a handkerchief, counted out fifty-two coins from his purse, but was still a little short, so he took some money from his junior brother's purse and handed it over.

She watched the cashier's movements intently as he collected the money, then suddenly asked:

"Have you ever seen a person dressed in blue here, who looks like a deity?"

The guy laughed.

"Young Taoist priest, you jest. Where would any immortals come from around here? As for the one in green robes... people come and go every day, I really can't remember. Why don't you tell me his name, so I can keep an eye out for him in the future?"

San Shui pondered for a moment.

"His name is Jiang She, Jiang as in river and She as in wading through a river."

"He looks to be in his early twenties and often wears blue robes. He may also be accompanied by Young Master Li, Daoist Yuan, and an old man," Chu Yi added from the side.

The waiter made a rough note.

The two boys picked up their cloth-wrapped swords again and went downstairs, satisfied.

We walked a short distance from the restaurant.

Sanshui's eyes darted around, and he suggested:
"Since we're just going to be wandering around the city anyway, why don't we go check out the Fiend's Den?"

"I heard those places have a lot of paper things. Let's learn from them. Maybe we can build a big house for our paper cat someday, and make some friends for it. Last time I heard they even sell paper figures and paper horses there..."

Chu Yi immediately agreed.

The two hit it off immediately, asked for directions, and headed towards the murder site.

The thieves' dens were all located in the city, on the edge of the South Market, not far from the city gate.

Two people were walking along the road. They were wearing Taoist robes, were quite young, had their hair tied in soft little buns, and carried long strips of cloth wrapped around their backs. Passersby would glance at them.

Was walking.

Suddenly, Sanshui heard music and crying from afar.

She tugged at her junior brother's sleeve, making him look behind him.

Not a moment.

A funeral procession slowly made its way in.

At this time, elaborate burials were common, with many people carrying prepared terracotta figurines, funerary objects, and gold and silver funerary items, which shone brightly in the sun and attracted attention.

Musicians played mournful tunes as a dozen or so people carried the coffin.

Some people, dressed in mourning clothes and holding mourning staffs, led the way in front of the coffin, while the figures of female relatives could be vaguely seen following behind in the curtained carriage.

At the very front, plain-colored cloth banners fluttered in the wind.

It says.

Epitaph of the late Zeng Chushi of the Tang Dynasty

Sanshui stared at it for a while and vaguely heard a few very faint breaths coming from inside the coffin.

She immediately became interested and listened carefully. She confirmed that there was indeed breathing and that the person inside was not dead. Sanshui excitedly nudged Chuyi's arm.

"Junior brother, that person isn't dead yet, why are they making a fuss?"

The two looked at each other.

Curiosity arose in my heart, and the stories I had read on the mountain kept popping into my mind.

Chu Yi swallowed hard.

"Why don't we go find Senior Jiang later..."

Sanshui nodded repeatedly.

The two of them followed.

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)