Asking The Immortal Dao

After a while, Qin Sang slowed down, panting, and opened his eyes, his eyes full of terrified look.

Meridian's pain gradually disappeared, but thinking of the shocking scene just now, I still have a lingering fear.

At this moment, Qin Sang suddenly heard the sound of birds chirping outside, and turned his head to look.

Qin Sang couldn't help but was secretly surprised, his mind was all on cultivation, he only ran a few circulations, and felt that it took two hours at most, and one night passed.

Someone was walking outside, talking in a low voice, Qin Sang did not dare to continue, lying in his clothes, fell asleep.

After several days of trying, Qin Sang has gradually figured out the law of "Netherworld Sutra". Now he can only urge the Qi to run nine circulations in his body. Painfully interrupted.

Forced to run, meridian is like being torn apart, pain deep into bones.

In this way, Qin Sang can only look forward to the breakthrough cultivation technique Second Layer. Unexpectedly, one month later, the breath has only grown a little, and I don’t know how long it will take to break through.

What makes Qin Sang even more frustrated is that the qi seems to have no effect on his martial arts. He slams a punch with his full strength, the force is about the same as before, and he keeps hitting the stakes.

However, in the past month, Qin Sang has discovered that his body has changed. This change is an unnoticeable influence, and he did not realize it at first.

Two days ago, the organ he made caught a wild bird. He wanted to roast it on fire, but he accidentally let it break free when he unhooked the rope.

The bird soared into the sky, and Qin Sang touched a rock subconsciously and smashed it over, impartially, and hit it all at once.

Qin Sang was taken aback by his accurate head and stayed there.

He can actually see the trajectory of the bird clearly. In his eyes, it seems that the speed of the bird has slowed down, and he can instantly tell which direction its next moment is flying. This is absolutely impossible in the past.

Because of this incident, Qin Sang couldn't help but think of various details about himself.

Digestion is getting better and better, so I won’t mention the increase in appetite.

Not only his eyes, but his ears are much smarter than before, and he can hear even small movements in the distance.

To practice martial arts, he also needs to exercise. He and Mingyue use stone hammers, wooden stakes and other exercises. No matter how careful they are, they will inevitably be injured. Such fragile parts as joints and lumbar spine are difficult to heal once they are injured. , Will pop out from time to time to remind you.

During this period, Qin Sang's old injuries seemed to disappear, and it has been a long time since he came out to bother him.

There are also some very complicated moves in "Crouching Tiger Long Fist". He can do it easily now. The flexibility of his body is slowly getting better, and his boxing skills are greatly improved.

Like this, Qin Sang thought about it carefully and realized that "Netherworld Sutra" actually brought him so many benefits.

This kind of improvement will continue, and his physical fitness will be far beyond ordinary people.

"With this kind of magical effect, even if the cultivation speed of "Netherworld Sutra" is slow, I have to keep on it."

Qin Sang is holding the donkey, humming and thinking to himself. .

The donkey is carrying a bag of coarse grains. Since the Taoist temple has taken in a few disaster victims, the Old Daoist Priest has provided relief to them from time to time. The food in the Taoist temple has been eaten very quickly, and the price of food outside has been growing wildly, Qin Sang feels Sooner or later, the dozens of silver taels on hand will have to contribute.

Drive the donkey into Taoist Temple, Qin Sang said softly, "Mingyue, what are you doing with a broken tank?"

"Senior Brother, come and help me!"

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Mingyue seems to have seen a savior, gasping for breath yelled, "Master asked me to move the tank from the wood room to the Azure Sheep Hall, saying that it will be useful at night."

Since it is Daoist Priest Ji Xin ordered that Qin Sang quickly tied the donkey to Mingyue's helper.

This clay jar is so big that people can sit in it. Although Mingyue follows Qin Sang to practice martial arts and eat meat, his body is stronger than before, and it is very difficult to move.

I heard that when the Azure Sheep Temple was flourishing, this tank was used to hold sesame oil. Now Azure Sheep Temple is a ruined Taoist temple. There are not so many oil containers. Pine needles that ignite.

The pine needles inside were all cleaned out by Mingyue and scrubbed clean. I don't know why Old Daoist Priest was used for it.

Qin Sang asked Mingyue. Mingyue was also at a loss. He only said that Master had gone up the mountain to collect medicine, and he had ordered it before leaving.

The two took a lot of effort and moved the big tank into Azure Sheep Hall. According to Daoist Priest Ji Xin's instructions, they made a base with two stones and moved the tank up.

Qin Sang wondered whether Old Daoist Priest would use this tank to boil herbs?

This big tank, thanks to him using a bamboo pipe to draw the water down, otherwise the water will be exhausted to the moon.

Wait until the evening, Daoist Priest Ji Xin came back to collect the herbs. The herbs only filled half of the basket, so Mingyue closed the front and rear doors of Azure Sheep Hall and got busy.

Qin Sang squatted on the side to sort out the herbs, and found that most of the herbs were the first time he had seen them, and they were all valuable and rare herbs.

Daoist Priest Ji Xin treats the most minor diseases such as bruises, wind-cold dampness and heat, and uses a fixed number of herbs. Qin Sang has followed Old Daoist Priest several times to go up the mountain. Those medicines picked, but this time Old Daoist Priest picked new medicines.

After sorting the herbs, Daoist Priest Ji Xin sat behind the long case and wrote a medicine recipe to let Mingyue grab the medicine. Qin Sang looked at it. It was a new medicine recipe. The medicine was very complicated. I couldn't understand the superficial medical theory in my head.

"Daoist Priest, what is your medicine recipe for?"

Seeing Qin Sang's face full of doubts, Daoist Priest Ji Xin explained: "Poor Daoist is not good at martial arts, but I also know the principle of rich fight while the poor write. You and Mingyue practice martial arts all day, which consumes a lot of money. No matter how much game you eat, it is difficult to make up for the lost vitality, and it is inevitable that disasters will be left. This recipe is the Master of Poor Daoist. The ancient prescription obtained during the medical treatment has the effect of Cultivating Body Strengthening Essence, and it is used in martial cultivator. However, this prescription is used for medicinal baths and cannot be taken internally. You should grasp the medicine according to the prescription and fill the big tank with water. I boiled 70% of the medicinal soup, waited for the water temperature to drop, and soaked in for one hour. I added water repeatedly in the morning and evening. It can be used for seven days before replacing the new medicine."

I heard that there is such a good thing, Qin Sang Naturally, I will not refuse. I remember the medicine recipe in my heart, and I can't help but sigh with emotion, "Daoist Priest, how many good things are still hidden in your hands?"

Daoist Priest Ji Xin closed his eyes and rested.

Qin Sang and Mingyue were busy, and quickly prepared the medicine and filled it with water, and boiled the medicine according to the old instructions. When the water temperature dropped slightly, they couldn't wait to jump in.

"Ah!"

For the first time in this life, I took a hot bath and buried the whole neck in a hot medicinal soup. Qin Sang only felt comfortable and tired. When fatigue disappeared without a trace, I can't help but let out a groan.

Mingyue is not as heat-resistant as Qin Sang, so I tried to get in, but seeing Qin Sang's face full of comfort, he jumped in.

Mingyue is young and not tall, and the two of them don't feel crowded together.

The temperature in early spring is still cold. Soaking in the hot medicinal soup is simply enjoyable. Qin Sang puts his head against the edge of the tank, trying to fall asleep.