Inquiry about immortality

Chapter 12
"There are two older brothers in my family. My father doesn't have to worry about inheriting the family."

Qin Sang tried his best to please, "Daoist, you are so knowledgeable and skilled in medicine. You must have an unusual identity before. What did you originally do?"

"A poor Taoist is a Taoist priest when he is young, but..."

Jixindao took a sip of tea, looked at the bright moon and said leisurely: "Your master, the master who is the teacher, used to be an imperial doctor, and he used to be very high-spirited. Unexpectedly, he used the wrong medicine once and was almost executed. After being expelled from the palace, he was disheartened, became a Taoist, and called himself Yunyouzi. The Taoist name of the teacher was given by your master, and all the skills were obtained from your master. So you need to Remember, in the future, if you practice medicine alone, you must think carefully about prescribing medicines, and you should not be taken lightly."

Mingyue swallowed the snack in her mouth and said solemnly, "Teacher knows."

"The Taoist master turned out to be a famous teacher!"

Qin Sang was full of admiration, and continued to serve tea to Taoist Jixin, "Master, his old man worshipped the imperial doctor and walked in the forbidden palace. He must know a lot of secrets. Did he see the immortal master with his own eyes?"

The old Taoist shook his head, "I've never seen it before. However, when Master was an imperial physician, he heard a lot of rumors that there was an immortal teacher who went in and out of the palace and made friends with the royal family and nobles. Wealth, fame and fortune are fascinating, and if you want to come here in the poor way, the so-called Immortal masters may not be able to escape the seven emotions and six desires, so they cannot be considered detached."

Qin Sang was stunned.

His inherent impression of immortal people is that they drink the morning dew and dine in the haze, escape from famous mountains and rivers, caves and heavens, and have a dream for a thousand years.

It was wrong!

Do you want to go to the capital to try your luck?
Daoist Jixin seemed to see through Qin Sang's thoughts, and said with a blow: "Don't be delusional, Shi respects his old man as a royal doctor for more than [-] years, and enters the palace of the palace every day. He has never seen the immortal master, but only heard It's just a few legends. Besides, if the capital really has an immortal relationship, wouldn't those princes and grandsons fight over their heads and get you in their turn?"

……

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

If immortal fate is so easy to encounter, everyone in this world can become an immortal. In any case, I still have the "Netherworld Sutra", and there is a glimmer of hope.

With this understanding, Qin Sang temporarily put aside his unrealistic delusions and concentrated on understanding the "Netherworld Sutra".

Unconsciously, it was the winter season, and the old Taoist priest took in several households of disaster victims, adding a lot of popularity to the Taoist temple.

The first snow fell suddenly on the mountain.

The mountains turned white overnight. Qin Sang followed the old Taoist teacher and apprentice down the mountain for a free clinic. When he saw the victims who had frozen to death by the roadside, he couldn't bear it. family?

They can only do what they can.

Qin Sang squatted in a stone concave and burned the fire. The pot was filled with a large pot of herbal medicines to ward off cold, which was boiled into medicinal soup and distributed to the victims.

Being absent-minded on fire, Qin Sang recited the "Netherworld Sutra" silently in his heart.

Now that he has memorized the "Netherworld Sutra" by heart, he has considered every verse countless times, and he has not changed a sentence in the translation in the past few days. He feels that he has a deep enough understanding of the "Netherworld Sutra". !
The snow has not yet melted, the bright moon is in the sky, and the night is like day.

Several families living in the Taoist temple huddled in the house in front, Qin Sang still lived by himself, so he didn't have to worry about being discovered.

He sat in posture with a seal, followed the instructions in the Netherworld Sutra, calmed down, and tried to cultivate.

The scriptures were already clear in his chest, but he could not get started after sitting for a few hours. Not only could his mind not calm down, but he had distracted thoughts. He was secretly anxious and wanted to eliminate distracting thoughts in his heart, but suddenly realized that this thought was originally one of the distracting thoughts. .

It was almost dawn, and Qin Sang still couldn't reach the state in the scriptures where the heart is like still water and the spirit is hidden in the body.

During the day, he went down to the mountain for free clinics, practiced at night, and practiced boxing in the morning and evening. Qin Sang's days were boring and fulfilling.

At this time, he had already realized that whether the "Netherworld Sutra" was a martial art or an immortal art, it was by no means so easy to cultivate, and he had to be patient enough.

Another day after returning from the free clinic, Qin Sang was figuring out the "Netherworld Sutra" in the room when he saw Mingyue running up panting with two nights of porridge.

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

Qin Sang stopped and looked at the mountains in the distance. The snow had stopped for seven days. The sky was clear today. After today, the snow on the mountains should have melted.

Going down the mountain for a free clinic, I have to cook several pots of soup and medicine every day, and the herbs are consumed a lot. It is no wonder that I have to collect herbs.

There was no snow on the mountain, and there might be ice on the road. Qin Sang didn't worry that the old Taoist would go up the mountain alone to collect herbs.

In fact, apart from the ebony sword, he doesn't have any belongings. Mingyue prepares the tools and food for medicine. He bundles a cotton-padded coat with cloth strips, and brings a pair of thick cotton shoes, that is, all the luggage.

The next day, when the sky was dark, Qin Sang set off with the old Taoist priest.

Cuiming Mountain is okay. There is a road that people walk out of. When you get down to Cuiming Mountain, you will be completely barren and wild. You have to follow the beast path and walk through the tall grass. Even in the daytime, Qin Sang can see it. If you don't go anywhere, you can only follow the old Taoist step by step.

Climb from the valley to the middle of the mountain, then turn around along the sheep intestine trail on the cliff, go down the mountain, go up the mountain again, and arrive at the foot of the legendary Huanghuang Mountain at noon.

In this way, Qin Sang slipped and fell several times, walking with trepidation, but the old Taoist was as steady as Mount Tai, Qin Sang couldn't help but wonder who the young man was.

The itinerary is very tight, and I have to return to the Taoist temple tomorrow night, so after I climbed Huanghuang Mountain, I collected herbs non-stop.

Hearing the strange roars that came from the mountain forest from time to time, Qin Sang felt nervous, secretly thinking that the young master would not be able to seek immortality and die at the tiger's mouth, and asked softly as he walked: "Daoist, you came to such a deep mountain to collect medicine, just Aren't you afraid that tigers and wolves will eat you?"

"I have encountered a mountain wolf, and the poor road has a beast-repelling powder passed down by the master, which can play a role."

The old Taoist was calm and calm, using a hoe to fiddle with the weeds, "The herbs outside have long been illuminated, and you can only go into the mountains. You don't have martial arts skills, so what are you afraid of?"

Qin Sang held a stick in his hand, and couldn't help but feel guilty, "Sir, don't laugh at me, my little skill is not on the table."

The old Taoist laughed, "I see that the boxing technique that Mingyue has learned from you seems to be incomplete, isn't it?"

"The Daoist has good eyesight."

Qin Sang said, "This "Fuhu Changquan" was taught to me by the eldest brother who saved me, and I only had time to teach me three styles, but this boxing method is very common. make up for it.”

(End of this chapter)