Inquiry about immortality

Chapter 10 Rhetoric and Deception

That night, Qin Sang and Mingyue had evening classes together to study the Taoist scriptures.

Like the Netherworld Sutra, Qin Sang couldn't read it either. Fortunately, Taoist Jingxin would explain it patiently. Qin Sang studied seriously, found a piece of charcoal by himself, and wrote down what he learned.

Back in the room late at night, Qin Sang took out the "Netherworld Sutra" again, and compared the words he had just learned to understand the meaning of the scriptures. It was very difficult, but he never tired of it.

The next day, Taoist Jingxin went down the mountain to do things and came back at noon. The donkey was carrying a bag of coarse grains. In the afternoon, Mingyue steamed a pot of vegetable wotou, fried a pot of salted fish, and helped Taoist Jingxin take care of the luggage and medicine. box.

On the ninth day of the ninth day, Qin Sang woke up and saw Daoist Jixin. He asked Mingyue to know that he was leaving at the same time. On that day, he and Mingyue did as instructed by Daoist Jixin, and there was nothing wrong.

In the early morning of the tenth day of the first lunar month, Qin Sang applied the medicine every day, and the pain in his legs was not so much. He finally came to rest from exhaustion.

"Senior brother, what kind of punch did you fight?"

Mingyue was holding a porridge bowl and sitting on the stone next to her, looking at Qin Sang's good-looking shelves, she was a little bit eager to move.

"This kung fu is called "Fuhu Changquan". Why, the Taoist master never taught you martial arts?"

Qin Sang only learned to exert his energy, and also sweated profusely, only to feel that his whole body was smooth, and asked back while wiping his sweat.

"No," Mingyue shook her head, biting the tip of her chopsticks, her face full of curiosity, "Senior brother, Master can also do martial arts?"

"How do I know? I've only been here for a few days?"

Qin Sang rolled his eyes and pondered secretly, he thought that Taoist Jixin dared to go into the mountains to collect herbs, not afraid of wolves, tigers and leopards, maybe he had martial arts, so he deliberately punched in front of Mingyue and invited him to speak.

If you know martial arts, there is no reason not to teach it to your apprentices. After spending the past two days together, Qin Sang could sense that Taoist Jingxin loved Mingyue very much, and treated him as his own son.

Is it really just an ordinary Taoist priest?
"On weekdays, do you only learn scriptures and medical skills with the Taoist priest? Haven't you learned magic?"

"Spell?"

Mingyue looked blank, "I spend a lot of time reciting scriptures and recognizing characters. I have also learned hexagrams. I can decipher and break characters and outline talismans. To help Master. Master also taught me to identify herbs and prescribe prescriptions when seeing a doctor, but Master said that I have to study for 20 years before I can become a teacher, or I will kill people.”

Qin Sang's eyes lit up, "A talisman is not a magic spell? I heard the couple say the house was in trouble the other day, and the Taoist priest gave them a talisman, saying that they can seek good luck and avoid evil, and drive away evil spirits. Isn't this a magic spell?"

Mingyue laughed, looked left and right before whispering: "Senior brother, I tell you, don't go outside and say it. What the master said, these are all lies."

Liar?

You have gods here!

Qin Sang said angrily, "If it's not allowed, aren't you afraid that people will come to you?"

"Mysterious and mysterious things, who knows what is allowed and what is not allowed?"

Mingyue shook her head, "Even if someone comes to the door, there are still words that can stop you. Brother, you will know sooner or later."

Qin Sang was very injured and was listless all day. Mingyue pestered him to learn "Fuhu Changquan", so he had to promise to teach him when his leg was healed.

In a blink of an eye, Qin Sang stayed in the Taoist temple for more than 20 days, and the three masters and apprentices really got to know each other.

These days, Qin Sang has been working hard to practice boxing, recite scriptures and learn Chinese characters.

In addition to the ritual, the Taoist priest did not avoid him when he taught the medical skills of the bright moon and the skills of divination and talisman. Qin Sang then confirmed that it was really all words and deceptions, and he gave up completely.

However, the deception implied a lot of insight into the world, and it also made him gain a lot.

The injury on his leg was getting better day by day, and he couldn't rest. First, he cut bamboo and used it as a water pipe to bring water from the stream to the yard. In the yard, he built a small pool of stones.

Tried a few options and finally made it.

This time, Mingyue didn't have to do the heaviest work on her body, and the bamboo tube was constantly flowing, and the green vegetables and herbs in the garden were growing better. Not only did Brother Mingyue call him more and more affectionate, but Taoist Jingxin's view of him also changed.

Then, Qin Sang made another bamboo ladder, climbed to the roof, and replaced all the broken tiles in the room where the three lived.

Later, he felt that the food in the Taoist temple was really lackluster, and he thought about doing a few organs, which really allowed him to catch a few hares and pheasants.

Mingyue persuaded Qin Sang not to kill in the Taoist temple. If he defiled the Taoist temple, he would be punished by the master. Qin Sang had to build a soil stove beside the creek.

This world doesn't have as many seasonings as in the previous life, and he is not good at cooking. The grassy and earthy smell of game is difficult to get rid of, so he can only eat it by roasting, sprinkle with salt, and the taste is acceptable.

Mingyue couldn't bear it and didn't dare to kill, but she dared to eat, and it was delicious.

It was more than ten days, the leaves withered and the weather turned cold.

The wind on the mountain was blowing on the body, and it was colder than the bottom of the mountain. The three master and apprentice were doing evening classes in the Qingyang Hall.

Qin Sang stretched, put down the quill, and flipped the light. Seeing that the teacher and apprentice next to him would not finish the evening class for a while, he said softly, "Master, I'll go back to sleep first."

With that said, he picked up the few pieces of paper he just wrote, wrapped his robes, and left the hall. His leg bones had healed, and he was planning to go to Sanwucheng.

Reading changes destiny.

In the past month, Qin Sang has worked harder than the third year of high school in his previous life.

Today, I finally recognized and understood all the words in the "Netherworld Sutra". The Taoist Jingxin has a lot of knowledge, and his knowledge is richer than he imagined. He is willing to teach patiently. Qin Sang is very grateful to him.

Back at the residence, Qin Sang first played "Fuhu Changquan" to calm down the restless mood.

Qin Sang has been following Bai Jianglan's instructions, practicing "Fuhu Changquan" every morning and night, and has never stopped. He obviously feels that his physical fitness has become stronger, but the legendary true qi has not even seen a shadow.

After punching and washing away the stinky sweat, Qin Sang went back to the room and took out a pile of yellow paper from under the bed, which was full of words, and then compared the book to fill in the last sentence by the moonlight.

The entire "Netherworld Sutra" has finally been translated.

Qin Sauna was holding the yellow paper, his excited palms trembled a little, took a deep breath, calmed down, and read it from the beginning.

Over and over again, he had no distractions, immersed himself in the "Netherworld Sutra", read his translated version first, read the original again, speculated a little bit, and then revised his translation in turn.

Qin Sang didn't dare to practice rashly. The ghost knows if he's wrong, he will go crazy.

Based on his current humble opinion, the "Netherworld Sutra" is indeed a practice method that guides people to practice. After the practice is completed, there will be a 'Qi' flowing in the body along the meridians, and there are also narrations such as Zhou Tian.

Fortunately, he has been studying the medical scriptures with Taoist Jingxin, and has a little understanding of meridians and acupuncture points, and can barely understand it.

(End of this chapter)