Asking The Immortal Dao

Qin Sang doesn't know what Qi in "Netherworld Sutra" refers to, and whether it is the same thing as True Qi and Inner Strength in Bai Jianglan.

In general terms, this "Netherworld Sutra" is divided into six layers.

Apart from cultivation, "Netherworld Sutra" has no nonsense, and nothing else is involved. Qin Sang can't determine whether this is an internal strength mental method or an immortal art technique.

I came to the "Yama Banner" article, I wrote about how to use that breath to control the Yama Banner, but you need to practice the "Netherworld Sutra" First Layer before you can try it. What are the specific functions of Yama Banner? There is no explanation.

Reading through the whole article, Qin Sang was still in the mist, feeling dizzy, seeing that it was late at night, had to be unhurried for a while, and went to rest first.

……

Three Witches City city gate is loosely guarded, and Qin Sang and Mingyue both wear daoist robe and easily get into the city.

Before entering the city, Qin Sang looked back and saw that outside the city gate, there was already a town stretching several li.

From the city gate, two and three-story high-rise buildings, low-rise stone houses, and thatched shacks, and finally a family with straw covered in the open air.

In the outermost part, there are countless victims from the north. Most of them don't even have shelter from the wind and rain. Fortunately, Qin Sang saw a few wealthy households serving porridge along the way, and the victims were able to eat.

These days, Qin Sang obviously feels that more and more victims in Azure Sheep Temple, didn’t expect the ferry is overcrowded, there are so many gathered outside Three Witches City, I don’t know how they can get through This winter.

The first time Qin Sang saw a meat bun shop that was fragrant ten miles in the city, Qin Sang's eyes were green, and he hurriedly pulled Mingyue in, and the two swallowed a tray of meat buns and mixed for a half. When I was full, I wandered around the city.

Today is an auspicious day. Daoist Lonely Heart has two rituals to do. They are not great rituals such as joy and mourning. Daoist Priest can handle it by himself. Qin Sang asked Daoist Priest for instructions and pulled Mingyue into it. City view.

In Azure Sheep Temple, Qin Sang chatted with patients and pilgrims, and heard more than once what happened to Three Witches City.

Now I can see it with my own eyes. From the perspective of previous lives, Three Witches City is naturally inferior to the modern metropolis, but in this era, it is also worthy of the word Xiongcheng.

The two wore daoist robe and swaggered through the market.

Mingyue's red lips and white teeth look cute.

Although Qin Sang is the foundation of the peasants, Qin Sanwa has never suffered as a child, and she is quite white. In addition, Qin Sang is a modern person with confidence and glamour, and she is very proud of her actions. Not like a poor Taoist priest.

The two people walking together are very eye-catching.

Many people looked at them curiously along the way. Qin Sang didn’t think what was happening, but Mingyue was a little shy, and followed him step by step. I couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled Qin Sang's clothes corner and whispered. Q: "Senior Brother, where do we want to go?"

"Look for food first..."

Qin Sang's eyes are fluttering around, and he spends money when he meets something he has never seen before. Buying, eating with Mingyue, spending money along the way, anyway, it's all enemies, and he doesn't feel distressed.

Following the shabby old ways, Mingyue has never eaten so many good things, smiled, bounced around Qin Sang, and gradually let go, but I feel distressed for Qin Sang, "Senior Brother, you I spent a lot of money today. The Master said that the money is not easy to make. You have to save some flowers and keep them for marriage!" Qin Sang pointed to the dim sum shop in front of him, "Do you want to eat it?"

Mingyue clenched his fists with both hands and knocked at each other, "Ah...that's just a little bit!"

...

Coming out of the snack shop, Mingyue held a large bag of dim sum wrapped in oil paper and said that she would take it home to eat with the Master.

While eating and walking along the way, Qin Sang has a deeper understanding of this World, and this is what truly integrates Qin Sanwa's memory into himself.

Only a few streets away, Qin Sang's stomach is completely full, and some business opportunities are also seen on the road. He has the robbed money as capital, and works hard. It is not difficult to mix up food and clothing, but Qin Sang couldn't be interested.

Talking and laughing with Mingyue, turning around this street, a three-storey wooden building in front of you broke into your eyes. The wooden building is next to the Three Witches City inland river, Yang Liu Yiyi, and the sign upstairs says Honghu The three characters "lou" are not small, but they are actually a teahouse.

From time to time, there were sound of gavel, deafening exclamations and laughter, Qin Sang knew it was because of the famous storyteller in the teahouse.

He rushed to this teahouse when he entered the city.

If you want to inquire about the news, it is nothing more than finding a place to chat and meet. What Qin Sang wants to know is the legend of the Divine Immortal around Three Witches City, so I deliberately inquired at Azure Sheep Temple. To Honghulou.

Honghu Tower is the most famous tea house in the South City of Three Witches City. The building is divided into three floors.

Qin Sang sat down on the most crowded first floor, ordered a pot of tea, and listened to the storyteller on the stage.

'Boom! '

The chubby storyteller suddenly slapped the gavel, the fat on his face trembled, and the teahouse suddenly silenced.

"Speaking of this, there is a past event that I have to mention. Five hundred years ago, a hero named Wang Bin was convinced by my Great Sui Ancestral God Martial Emperor... this person They are the descendants of Great Hero Wang..."

Qin Sang listened for a while. The name is not in vain, the storyteller named Liu Jingting. Speaking of books, having ups and downs, exciting and ordinary What happened through his mouth was also colorful.

But his heart is not here, his eyes turn around, and he is close to the tea guests on the left and right.

I spent the whole day in a teahouse, and lunch was also eaten in a teahouse. Qin Sang did not hesitate to spend money, treat guests and drink tea, and made many'friends', and used words to guide them to talk about Three Witches City. Local spread The Divine Immortal ghost legend.

On the stage Liu Jingting tells the book, the following group of people tells old stories, Mingyue sits aside, hands guarding snacks, listening with keen interest pleasure, sitting with keen interest pleasure all day is not too annoying.

When the sun slanted to the west, Qin Sang and Mingyue reluctantly left the teahouse and met Daoist Lonely Heart who had done the ritual. When they returned to Azure Sheep Temple, it was already dusk.

Before evening class, with the oil lamp, the three masters and apprentices sat around the carbon basin to share snacks.

Mingyue bit the fruit and saw Qin Sang looking through the Taoist scriptures, and suddenly asked: "Senior Brother, why do you keep inquiring about the legend of Divine Immortal on the mountain with those people during the day? You also want to find out. Sin?"

Old Daoist Priest raised his eyes.

Qin Sang lifts the head, said with a smile: "Divine Immortal, who doesn't want to be? Unfortunately, none of these legends are reliable."

"The Master said before, Those who go deep into the mountains and rivers will definitely not find Divine Immortal. Immortal Master will not stay in a place where birds don’t shit," Mingyue earnestly advised Qin Sang for fear that Qin Sang would get lost. "Senior Brother, those legends are false. Yes, don’t believe it."

Qin Sang eyes shined, looked towards the old way.

Daoist Lonely Heart finished eating a piece of snack, wiped his hands slowly, and hummed: "Boy, if you want to find immortal fate at Emerald Mountain, Poor Daoist advises you not to work hard, and hurry down the mountain. Live, lest you cut off the incense of your Qin family."