Inquiry about immortality

Chapter 15 Medicated Bath
After a while, Qin Sang slowed down, panted heavily, opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of horror.

The severe pain in the meridians gradually disappeared, but I still had lingering fears when I thought of the horrific scene just now.

At this time, Qin Sang suddenly heard the chirping of birds outside, turned his head and saw that the sky was bright outside, and it was already dawn.

Qin Sang couldn't help being secretly surprised. His mind was all on cultivation, and it only took a few weeks for him to run.

Someone was walking outside and talking in a low voice, Qin Sang didn't dare to continue, so he lay down in his clothes and fell into a deep sleep.

After a few days of trying, Qin Sang gradually found out the rules of the "Netherworld Sutra". Now he can only urge that qi to circulate in his body for nine weeks at most, and if there is more, he will be interrupted by severe pain.

Forcibly running, the meridians are like being torn open, and the pain penetrates into the bone marrow.

As a result, Qin Sang could only look forward to breaking through the second layer of the practice technique. Unexpectedly, after a month passed, the qi had only grown a little, and he didn't know how long it would take to break through.

What made Qin Sang even more frustrated was that the qi didn't seem to improve his martial arts. He threw a punch with all his strength, with the same strength as before, even hitting the stakes continuously.

However, over the past month, Qin Sang has found that his body has changed. This change is subtle and he didn't realize it at first.

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

The bird soared into the air, and Qin Sang subconsciously picked up a stone and smashed it in the past.

Qin Sang was startled by his own head and stayed there.

He could actually see the bird's flight trajectory clearly. In his eyes, it seemed as if the bird's speed had slowed down, and he could instantly determine which direction it was flying in the next moment. This was absolutely impossible in the past. possible.

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

Digestion is getting better and better, not to mention the increase in appetite.

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

Even if you practice martial arts, you also need to exercise your body. He and Mingyue use stone hammers, wooden stakes and other exercises. Even if you are careful, you will inevitably get injured. Once you are injured, fragile parts such as joints and lumbar vertebrae will be difficult to heal, and they will pop up to remind you from time to time. .

During this time, all the old wounds on Qin Sang's body seemed to disappear, and he hadn't come out to bother him for a long time.

There are also some very complex moves in "Fuhu Changquan", which he can easily do now, his body's flexibility is gradually improving, and his boxing skills have advanced greatly.

And so on, Qin Sang thought about it and realized that the "Netherworld Sutra" had brought him so many benefits.

This improvement has continued, and his physical fitness will be far superior to ordinary people.

"With this kind of magical effect, even if the cultivation speed of "Netherworld Sutra" is slow, I will continue to persevere."

Qin Sang led the donkey and hummed a song to himself.

The donkey is carrying a bag of coarse grain. Since the Taoist temple has taken in several households of disaster victims, the old Taoist priests help them from time to time. The food in the Taoist temple is eaten very fast, and the price of food outside is soaring. Qin Sang feels that the dozens of taels of silver he has on hand will sooner or later. All have to be clean.

Driving the donkey into the Taoist temple, Qin Sang snorted, "Mingyue, what are you doing out of a broken tank?"

"Senior brother, come and help me!"

Mingyue seemed to have seen the savior and shouted out of breath, "Master asked me to move the tank from the firewood house to the Qingyang Hall, saying that it is useful at night."

Since it was ordered by Daoist Jixin, Qin Sang quickly tied the donkey to help Mingyue.

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

I heard that when Qingyang Temple was prosperous, this tank was used to hold sesame oil. Now Qingyang Temple has become a dilapidated Taoist temple, and there is not so much oil.

The pine needles inside were cleaned out by Mingyue and scrubbed clean. I don't know what the old Taoist used it for.

Qin Sang asked Mingyue, and Mingyue was also confused, and only said that the master went up the mountain to collect medicine, and ordered it before leaving.

The two took a lot of effort to move the big jar into the Qingyang Hall, and according to Taoist Master Ji Xin's instructions, they made a base with two stones and moved the jar up.

Qin Sang wondered if the old Taoist would use this vat to boil herbs?
This big tank, thanks to him using a bamboo pipe to bring water down, otherwise the bright moon will be exhausted by carrying the water.

In the evening, Daoist Jixin returned from collecting the herbs. The herbs only filled half of the basket, and asked Mingyue to close the front and rear doors of Qingyang Hall and get busy.

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

Jixindao’s long-term treatment is mostly minor ailments such as bruises, wind-cold, damp-heat, etc. The herbs used are more than a dozen fixed. Qin Sang followed the old Taoist up the mountain several times, all of which were those medicines he picked, but this time the old Taoist used them. The Taoists picked new medicines.

After sorting the herbs, Taoist Jixin sat behind the long case, wrote a prescription, and asked Mingyue to take the medicine. Qin Sang leaned over to see it. It was a new prescription, and the medication was very complicated. can't read.

"Master, what is your prescription for?"

Seeing Qin Sang's puzzled face, Daoist Jixin explained: "Although the poor Taoist is not skilled in martial arts, he also knows the truth of the poor and rich in martial arts. You and Mingyue practice martial arts all day long, which consumes a lot of money. No matter how much game you eat, it will be hard to lose them. This recipe is an ancient recipe obtained by a poor master when he was an imperial doctor. It has the effect of consolidating the essence and cultivating vitality, and is used by those who practice martial arts. However, this recipe is used to make medicine. Take a bath, do not take it orally. Follow the recipe to take the medicine, fill a large vat with water, boil the remaining [-]% of the medicine soup, wait for the water temperature to drop, then soak it for half an hour, once a day in the morning and evening, add water repeatedly, it can be used for seven days, and then Change to new medicine."

Hearing that there is such a good thing, Qin Sang naturally would not refuse. He kept the prescription in his heart and couldn't help but sigh, "Master, how many good things are still hidden in your hands?"

The Master of Silent Heart closed his eyes and rested.

Qin Sang and Mingyue were busy with their work. They quickly prepared medicines and filled them with water. They boiled the medicines according to Laodao's instructions. When the water temperature dropped a little, they couldn't wait to jump in.

"what!"

It was the first time in his life that he took a hot bath and buried his neck down in the hot medicinal soup. Qin Sang felt relieved and exhausted. He couldn't help but let out a groan.

Mingyue is not as hot as Qin Sang, so she tentatively went in, but seeing Qin Sang's relaxed face, she endured the heat and jumped in.

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

The temperature in early spring was still cold, and it was a pleasure to soak in the hot medicinal soup. Qin Sang pressed the back of his head against the edge of the tank and wanted to fall asleep.

(End of this chapter)