Asking The Immortal Dao

"There are two older brothers in my family, my dad doesn't have to worry about passing on the line."

Qin Sang tried his best to please, "Daoist Priest, you are so knowledgeable and skilled in medicine. Such a brilliant, your identity must have been unusual before. What did you originally do?"

"Poor Daoist was a Taoist priest, but..."

Daoist Lonely Heart took a sip of tea , Looking at Mingyue leisurely said: "You Ancestor Master, that is, the Master who is a teacher. You used to be an imperial doctor, and you were so energetic. Unexpectedly, once you used the wrong medicine, you were almost beheaded and expelled from the palace. He is cold-spirited, he is a monk, and his name is Wanderer Yun. The name of the teacher is your Ancestor Master. The ability is derived from your Ancestor Master. So you must remember to practice medicine alone in the future. The prescription and medicine must be carefully considered, not lightly."

Mingyue swallowed the snack in his mouth and said solemnly: "Disciple knows."

"Daoist Priest turned out to be behind the famous sect! "

Qin Sang is full of admiration, and serves Daoist Lonely Heart with tea, "Ancestor Master, his senior officer visits the imperial doctor and walks in the forbidden palace. He must know many secrets, has he seen Immortal Master with his own eyes?" "

Old Daoist Priest shook his head, "I haven't seen it before. However, Master heard many rumors when he was an imperial physician, saying that Immortal Master had been in and out of the palace and made friends with the Royal Family. Color, fame, wealth and charming eyes. Poor Daoist thinks that the so-called Immortal Master may not escape Seven Emotions and Six Desires, and can't be considered detached."

Qin Sang was stunned.

His inherent impression of people of cultivation is to drink the haze of the morning, dew, and eat, escape from the famous mountains and rivers, and Heavenly Paradise. After a thousand years of dreams, the common things will not be touched, and the leisure will not appear in front of others.

It turned out to be wrong!

Are you going to Jingshi to try one's luck?

Daoist Lonely Heart seemed to see through Qin Sang’s mind, and attacked: "Don’t be delusional. Master His-Senior has been an imperial physician for more than 30 years, and he entered the palace of the palace every day and never saw it in person. I've been to Immortal Master, but I've only heard a few legends. Besides, if the capital master really has immortal fate, wouldn't those princes and grandsons fight for their heads, they can still get you in their turn?"

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Looking up at the bright moon, Qin Sang sat on the bed and was silent for a long time while listening to the chanting of the master and apprentice.

If immortal fate is so easy to encounter, wouldn't everyone in this World become immortal? In any case, I still have "Netherworld Sutra", there is a glimmer of hope.

With this clear comprehension, Qin Sang temporarily puts aside his unrealistic delusions and concentrates on comprehending "Netherworld Sutra".

Unconsciously it is the winter season. The Old Daoist Priest has taken in several victims from the disaster, and the Taoist temple has gained a lot of popularity.

The first snow fell suddenly on the mountain.

Qin Sang followed the old Taoist and apprentices and went down to the free clinic. When he saw the victims who were frozen to death on the roadside, he couldn’t bear it. How many, how many homeless people can be sheltered?

They can only do what they can.

Qin Sang squatted in the stone cave and burned the fire. The pot was filled with a large pot of herbs to keep away the cold. It was boiled into a medicinal soup and distributed to the victims.

Absent-minded and on fire, Qin Sang read "Netherworld Sutra" silently in his heart.

Now he has thoroughly understood the back of "Netherworld Sutra". He has considered every sentence of Scripture countless times. He has not changed a sentence in the translation the past few days, and he has understood "Netherworld Sutra" enough. He plans to start cultivation tonight!

The snow has not melted, the moon is in the sky, and the night is like day.

Several families living in Taoist temple are crowded into the front house. Qin Sang still lives by himself, so there is no need to worry about being discovered.

He Jieyin sits down, follows the guidelines on "Netherworld Sutra", settles down and tries cultivation.

The scripture already has understood clearly in the mind, but he sat withered for a few hours and couldn’t get started. Not only did he not calm down, but distracted thoughts abounded. Now, this thought is originally one of distracting thoughts.

The sky is about to dawn, and Qin Sang still cannot reach the realm that the heart is like still water and the body is hidden in the scriptures.

Going down the mountain during the day for free consultation, evening cultivation, and practicing boxing in the morning and evening, Qin Sang's life is boring and fulfilling.

At this time, he has realized that whether "Netherworld Sutra" is martial arts or immortal art, it is definitely not so easy to cultivation, he must have enough patience.

It was another day when I came back from the free clinic. Qin Sang was trying to figure out "Netherworld Sutra" in the room. He saw Mingyue running up with porridge for two nights and gasping for breath.

"Senior Brother, the Master said that there are not enough herbs in Guanli. He will go to the mountain tomorrow to collect herbs, so you can pack your bags and go with him."

Qin Sang stopped. , Looking at the mountains in the distance, the snow has been stopped for seven days. Today is a clear sky. After today, all the snow on the mountains should have melted.

Going down the mountain free clinic, every day all has to boil several pots of soup and medicine, the herbal medicine is consumed so much, no wonder I have to go to collect medicine.

There is no snow on the mountain, maybe there is ice on the road, Qin Sang is not relieved that Old Daoist Priest went up the mountain to collect medicine by himself.

In fact, apart from the wooden sword, he has no possessions. Mingyue prepares the medicinal tools and food. He tied a cotton coat with cloth strips and brought a pair of thick cotton shoes. Luggage.

2nd day, when the sky is dark, Qin Sang followed Old Daoist Priest to set off.

Emerald Mountain Fortunately, there is a way for people to walk out. When you get off Emerald Mountain, you will walk in completely barren mountains and forests. You have to follow the animal road and walk through the tall grasses. Even in broad daylight, Qin Sang can't see where he is going, and can only follow the Old Daoist Priest.

Climbed from the valley to the middle of the mountain, and then turned around along the sheep-gut trail on the cliff, then went down and up the mountain, and arrived at the foot of the legendary Mount Huanghuang at noon.

In this way, Qin Sang slipped and fell several times, scared witless, Old Daoist Priest was stable as Mount Tai, Qin Sang couldn't help but wonder who the youngster was.

The schedule is very tight, and I have to return to Taoist temple tomorrow night, so after climbing Mount Huanghuang, I will not stop collecting medicine.

Listening to the weird roar from time to time in the forest, Qin Sang's heart tensed, secretly thought that Young Master will not seek immortality, die in the mouth of a tiger, and ask quietly as he walks: "Daoist Priest, come here. Collecting medicine in such a deep mountain, you are not afraid that tiger wolves will eat you?"

"I have encountered mountain wolves. Poor Daoist has the beast-repellent fan passed down by the Master, which can play a little role."

Old Daoist Priest peaceful, use a medicinal hoe to fiddle with the weeds, "The herbs outside have been lighted up long ago, and you can only enter the mountains. Don't you have martial arts by your side, what are you afraid of?"

Qin Sang was holding a stick in his hand and couldn't help his guilty conscience. "Daoist Priest, don't laugh at me. My superficial skills are not on the stage."

Old Daoist Priest hehe smiled." I think the martial art that Mingyue learned from you seems to be incomplete, is it incomplete?"

"Daoist Priest has good eyesight."

Qin Sang said, "This "Crouching Tiger Long" "Fist" was taught to me by the elder brother who saved me, and only had time to teach me three styles. However, this style of fist is very common. After a while, I will go to the dart board in the city for advice and it will be able to make it up."