After wandering around for a while, Zu An couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. The people in Chang'an City seemed to be ordinary people, and there were hardly any cultivators to be seen.
Surely this isn't the Tang Dynasty I remember?
They didn't find anything along the way. After making inquiries, they learned that the current Tang emperor was Li Shimin, and that many years had passed since the Xuanwu Gate Incident. Everyone praised the current emperor as a good ruler.
As they strolled around, they arrived at the site of the imperial palace. They originally intended to go in and have a chat with Li Shimin, but suddenly their eyes narrowed.
Ordinary people cannot see it, but in his view, the entire palace is protected by the aura of heaven, making it impossible for someone like him to enter unnoticed.
He looked up at the sky and wondered if this was the true meaning of the emperor's will, to gain the recognition of the heavenly order and destiny.
The aquatic ministers had previously mentioned the Heavenly Court, so it seems that the Heavenly Court does indeed exist in this world.
Thinking of this, his expression became serious. If a Heavenly Court existed, there would be countless gods there, and he, as the Dragon King of the Jing River, would not even be considered one of them.
At first, I thought this was just a world of ordinary people, and that my combat power was enough to easily defeat them all.
Now it seems that the world is much more powerful than I imagined!
He didn't force his way into the palace. Now that he had gathered enough intelligence, he turned and headed towards the west gate of Chang'an. The fortune teller that the Yaksha had mentioned was over there.
On the way, he began to ponder: the Tang Dynasty, and heavenly immortals—could this be that world…?
Thinking of that possibility, Zu'an gave a bitter smile. Although he was strong now, he was only comparable to human cultivators. In that world, there were far too many powerful figures.
Just then, a noisy commotion suddenly came from not far away.
A group of people were huddled together, as if watching some kind of spectacle. From time to time, loud conversations could be heard: "Those born in the Year of the Dragon are incompatible with those born in the Year of the Tiger. Although Yin, Chen, Si, and Hai are considered a harmonious combination, we are afraid that they will offend the year's ruling animal."
Upon hearing this, Zu'an knew that it was the fortune teller.
He stepped forward. Although the area in front of him was crowded, with his cultivation level, an invisible aura spread out, easily separating the crowd and leading them inside. It turned out that they were gathered at the gate of a house.
Seeing his extraordinary demeanor, the doorman dared not neglect him and led him inside directly.
The walls were adorned with jewels, and the room was filled with exquisite embroidery. A duck-shaped incense burner sat in the room, filling the air with a unique sandalwood fragrance. Several decorative porcelain vases added a touch of elegance.
Several paintings hung on the walls on both sides. Although Zu An did not understand painting, he could still see that they were extraordinary. The scenery in the paintings was quite ancient and secluded, and seemed to contain a few strands of Zen.
He noticed that the signature read "Mojie Jushi" and wondered if this was a painting by Wang Wei.
I did study his poems in my previous life's Chinese class, so I have an impression of his name.
Above the seat directly in front of me hung another painting depicting an old man. Judging from the text beside it, it seemed to be a painting of Guiguzi, a recluse in history who was skilled in the art of diplomacy and was the teacher of Zhang Yi and Su Qin.
In addition, it is said that he also possessed the art of cultivating immortality, making him exceptionally mysterious in Chinese history.
Zuan's gaze quickly swept across the entire room. Several couplets hung on the pillars, bearing the following inscription:
"Well-versed in the six lines of divination and proficient in the eight trigrams."
"He is knowledgeable about the heavens and the earth, and adept at understanding the nature of ghosts and spirits."
"The future and the past are viewed as if reflected in a mirror; the rise and fall of some are seen as divinely ordained."
"Knowing misfortune, one can determine good fortune; judging death, one can speak of life."
"His words are swift as wind and rain, his writing astounds even ghosts and gods."
...
Seeing these couplets, Zu'an felt a surge of anger rising within him. This mortal had such a big mouth!
Let alone the original Jinghe Dragon King, even Zu'an himself felt that this guy was too arrogant when he saw these couplets.
And why does this layout look so much like that of a con artist?
A fortune teller sat in the center, with a Duanxi inkstone and gold ink on the table, complemented by a large brush with frost-like bristles. He had an unusual appearance and a beautiful demeanor, giving him a somewhat otherworldly air.
His name was on the sign next to him—"Master Yuan Shoucheng, the diviner".
“Yuan Shoucheng?” Zu An frowned slightly. He didn’t recognize the name. He only knew one sorcerer from the Tang Dynasty with the surname Yuan: Yuan Tiangang, who was shrouded in mystery and legend.
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