Inquiry about immortality

Chapter 11 Tea House
Qin Sang didn't know what "Qi" mentioned in the "Netherworld Sutra" was referring to, and whether it was the same thing as "True Qi and Inner Power" mentioned by Bai Jianglan.

Generally speaking, this "Netherworld Sutra" is divided into six layers.

In addition to cultivation, there is no nonsense in the Netherworld Sutra, and it does not involve anything else at all. Qin Sang can't tell whether it is an internal cultivation method or an immortal cultivation method.

When it came to "Yan Luo Fan", it was written about how to use that qi to control the Yan Luo Fan, but it needs to be tried after refining the first level of the "Netherworld Sutra". The specific function of the Yama Fan is not explained.

After reading the whole article, Qin Sang was still in a fog, feeling dizzy for a while. Seeing that it was late at night, he had no choice but to go to rest first.

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The gates of Sanwu City were loosely guarded, and Qin Sang and Mingyue were both wearing Taoist robes, so they could easily sneak into the city.

Before entering the city, Qin Sang looked back and saw that a town stretching for more than ten miles had already gathered outside the city gate.

From the city gate to the outside, two or three-story high-rise buildings to low-rise stone houses, then to thatched shacks, and finally laying straw in the open air to make a home.

Countless victims from the north gathered in the outermost periphery, and most of them did not even have shelters from the wind and rain. Fortunately, Qin Sang saw several wealthy households making porridge along the way, so the victims could eat.

These days, Qin Sang also clearly felt that there were more and more victims in Qingyangguan. Unexpectedly, the ferry was overcrowded, and there were so many gathered outside Sanwu City. I don't know how they could survive this cold winter.

The first time they entered the city, they saw a meat bun shop that was ten miles away. Qin Sang's eyes were green, and he hurriedly pulled Mingyue in. The two swallowed a drawer of meat buns, and they were half full before they wandered around. Wander around the city.

Today is the auspicious day of the zodiac, and Taoist Jixin has two rituals to do. It is not a big ritual such as joy or mourning. The Taoist can handle it himself. Qin Sang asked the Taoist to take Mingyue into the city to watch the scenery.

In Qingyang Temple, Qin Sang chatted with patients and pilgrims, and heard people talk about how Sanwucheng was more than once.

Now I can see it with my own eyes, and from the perspective of previous lives, Sanwucheng is naturally not comparable to a modern metropolis, but in this era, it can also be worthy of the word Xiongcheng.

The two walked through the city wearing Taoist robes.

Mingyue has red lips and white teeth, and her appearance is endearing.

Although Qin Sang was a peasant, Qin Sanwa had never endured hardship when she was a child, and her appearance was considered fair. In addition, Qin Sang's self-confidence and spirit as a modern person made her act very arrogant, and she didn't look like a poor Taoist priest at all.

The two of them walking together are very eye-catching.

Along the way, many people looked at them curiously. Qin Sang didn't think so, but Mingyue was a little shy. She followed him step by step. She couldn't stand it anymore. Where do you want?"

"Look for food first..."

Qin Sang's eyes fluttered around, and when he encountered food he had never seen before, he paid for it, and shared it with Mingyue. The money was like flowing water along the way. Anyway, it was the enemy's, and he didn't feel bad.

Following the shabby old-fashioned way, Mingyue has eaten so many good things. She eats with a smile, jumps around Qin Sang, and gradually lets go, but she feels sorry for Qin Sang, "Senior brother, you spent a lot of money today, the master said. Money is not easy to earn, you have to save some money and keep your wife!"

Qin Sang pointed to the dim sum shop in front, "Do you want to eat?"

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

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After coming out of the dim sum shop, Mingyue held a large bag of dim sum wrapped in oiled paper and said that she would take it back to eat with Master.

Eating and walking along the way, Qin Sang has a deeper understanding of the world, and this is the only way to truly integrate Qin Sanwa's memory into himself.

After walking a few streets, Qin Sang's stomach was completely full, and he saw some business opportunities on the road. He had the money he grabbed to make capital, and he worked hard to make a living. However, Qin Sang couldn't be interested. .

Talking and laughing with Mingyue, turning around this street, a three-storey wooden building in front of me came into view. The wooden building was next to the river in Sanwu City, and the willows were Yiyi. , is actually a tea house.

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

When he entered the city, he came to this tea house.

Wanting to inquire about news is nothing more than looking for a place to chat and meet. Qin Sang wants to know more about the legends of the gods and monsters around Sanwucheng, so he deliberately inquired in Qingyangguan, and he already knew about Honghulou.

Honghu Tower is the most famous teahouse in the South City of Sanwu City. The building is divided into three floors. The price of tea varies from high to low. There are all kinds of tea customers coming and going.

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

'boom! '

The chubby storyteller slapped the gavel, his face shuddered, and the restaurant was silent.

"Speaking of this, there is a past that I have to mention. It is said that 500 years ago, there was a hero named Wang Bin who was admired by my great Sui ancestor, Emperor Shenwu... This person is the descendant of King Wang..."

Qin Sang listened to it for a while. The storyteller named Liu Jingting lived up to his reputation. When he talked about the book, it was ups and downs, exciting, and ordinary things were also colorful when he said it.

But he didn't care about it, his eyes turned around, and he was close to the tea guests left and right.

The whole day was spent in the teahouse, and lunch was also eaten in the teahouse. Qin Sang did not spare any money to treat guests to tea.

On the stage, Liu Jingting was telling stories, and a group of people below were telling old stories. Mingyue sat on the side with her hands protecting the snacks, listening to it with relish, and it was not annoying to sit for a whole day.

Qin Sang and Mingyue left the teahouse reluctantly when the shadow of the sun slanted westward. Qin Sang purchased a large number of household utensils that Taoist temples lacked, hired an ox cart to load them, and joined the Taoists who had finished the ritual and returned home. It was already twilight when Qingyang watched.

Before the evening class, the three teachers and apprentices sat around the charcoal basin and shared snacks by using oil lamps.

Mingyue bit the fruit and saw Qin Sauna reading the Taoist scriptures, and suddenly asked, "Senior brother, why do you keep asking those people about the legends of the gods on the mountain during the day? Do you want to find immortals too?"

The old Taoist raised his eyelids.

Qin Sang raised his head and said with a smile, "God, who doesn't want to be? It's a pity that none of these legends are reliable."

"Master said before that those who go to deep mountains and rivers will definitely not find immortals. Immortal masters won't stay in places where birds don't shit." Mingyue was afraid that Qin Sang would go astray, and seriously advised, "Senior brother, those The legends are all false, don't believe them."

Qin Sang's eyes lit up and looked at Lao Dao.

After eating a piece of dessert, Taoist Jingxin slowly wiped his hands and said, "Boy, if you want to find a fairy in Cuiming Mountain, Pindao advises you not to waste your time, just roll down the mountain and live your life honestly, so as not to break your Qin Dynasty. Incense at home."

(End of this chapter)