Inquiry about immortality

Chapter 7
When the boat arrived at the dock, Qin Sang also listened to the old man tell a lot about the deeds of the Taoist sage.

The Qingyang Temple in Cuiming Mountain was prosperous at first, but then gradually declined. Taoists in the Guanzhong left one after another, leaving only a few old Taoists, who gradually died of old age.

The Taoist temple has not been repaired, and it is becoming more and more dilapidated and overgrown with weeds. If it were not for the Taoist Jixin, within a few years, the Qingyang Temple would only be left in ruins.

The most popular thing about the Taoist Jingxin is not his identity as a spectator, but his heart of benevolence and righteousness.

After he took over the Qingyang Temple with a little apprentice, instead of asking for incense, he went up the mountain to collect medicine every day, and gave medicine to the poor to cure diseases.

Some people are injured by bruises, wind-cold, damp-heat, and they only ask to come to the door, and the Taoists of Jixin will give careful diagnosis and treatment. The medical skills may not be very good, but the consultation fee is very low.

If he really has no money, he can keep accounts, but if he doesn't pay it back for three to five years, he doesn't ask for it. His reputation gradually spreads. In addition, as the master of Qingyang Temple, he has the name of a living fairy.

The old man stopped the boat in front of the pier, and while helping Qin Sang to disembark, he persuaded: "Brother Qin's leg injury is not serious, the living god will definitely be able to help you diagnose and treat, but Cuimingshan is between Sanwucheng and the ferry, and you can go from here. Ten miles away, we still have to take the mountain road, Qin brother has to hire a car, but the little old man knows a few drivers, and the price is fair..."

Qin Sang declined the old man's kindness. Under the disappointed eyes of the old man, leaning on a wooden stick, he limped into the crowd.

Walking in the crowd and hearing the accents from all over the world, Qin Sang secretly said that Sanwucheng really deserved its reputation.

Affected by the leg injury, Qin Sang stopped and walked, which really made him hear the accent of his hometown. When he opened his eyes, he saw a few people in silk and satin on the shore directing laborers to load the ship.

Seeing them pack a cargo and drive the boat away from the river bank, Qin Sang turned around resolutely and walked into a restaurant without saying a word after all.

Having eaten the delicious river fish and fresh water, Qin Sang sat on the second floor, blowing the river wind, holding a tea cup and looking out the window at the river and the busy beings, and was dazed for a while.

"Seller, check out!"

Qin Sauna gave out a small piece of silver, watched the shopkeeper weigh in with a scorpion, squeezed the copper coins he found, and asked, "I want to go to Sanwucheng, if there is a shopkeeper, I don't know where I can hire a carriage?"

The shopkeeper glanced at Qin Sang and pointed to the door, "Go straight west along this street. At the end, there are more than a dozen car dealerships crowded together, all of them are doing serious business, and most of them go to Sanwucheng and various The carriage of the Great Ferry."

Perhaps it was Qin Sang who ate a lot, so the shopkeeper kindly reminded him, "In this day and age... it's better that you don't go on the road alone, you can hire a few people to hire one, and it will be cheaper."

From the first intersection to Sanwucheng, the terrain is all the way up. Several major ferry crossings have to take this road to enter the city. There are many pedestrians on the road. The road is wide and flat, and the carriage is not bumpy.

Qin Sang got off the car at the foot of Cuiming Mountain and looked up at the high mountain in front of him. The road on the mountain looked a little dangerous, and his legs and feet were inflexible, and he was a little apprehensive.

The mountains on both sides of the Wuling River are ups and downs, and Cuiming Mountain is just a peak in this long mountain range, and it is not very conspicuous among the mountains.

However, Cuiming Mountain has its own unique beauty and charm. Among the dense forests on the mountain, sometimes the cornices and corners of some temples and towers stick out.

Qin Sang heard a few legends about the ghosts and spirits in Cuiming Mountain from the driver. He didn't know whether these temples and Taoist temples chose Cuiming Mountain because of various legends, or whether these legends came only after they came.

Qin Sang reluctantly climbed halfway, and met a few people who went to Qingyangguan to seek medical treatment, and with their help, he came to Qingyangguan, which is located halfway up the back mountain.

Qin Sang leaned on a stick and stood still in front of Qingyangguan Gate.

The scale of the Taoist temple is really not small. There are large bamboo forests around the Taoist temple. The afternoon sun is not hot, the bamboo leaves are rustling, and the cool breeze is blowing.

Because the mountain is steep, you can see the edges of the floors from the outside. The style of the building is similar to the Taoist temples that Qin Sang has seen in his previous life, but they are all dilapidated. The broken roof tiles can be seen everywhere, and the thatch under the tiles The clusters are exposed, and it is estimated that there are few leaks.

Standing outside, you can hear the voices inside, and there are still a lot of people.

Qin Sang walked in step by step along the steps stacked with bluestones. The stone strips on the lintel were engraved with the words 'Qingyangguan'. Two rotten wooden doors were hung diagonally on both sides, and the knockers above were covered with rust.

Entering the door is a large yard, with haystacks, donkey pens, ancient wells, reels, grinding discs and stone mortars. There are two large gardens, the small ones grow vegetables, and the big ones grow things that Qin Sang doesn’t know, and they are probably herbs.

A few high steps behind the courtyard, above it is a large hall, which is the largest and most magnificent hall in the entire Qingyang Temple, and it is also the best repaired.

There is a wooden plaque on the main hall, with the words "Qingyang Hall" written in strong characters, and the paint on the characters is about to fall off.

No matter how you look at it, it's not a place where gods live.

Qin Sang sighed and was about to go in when three people pushed open the door and came out. Two men in ragged clothes supported a pale old woman, turned their heads and thanked them repeatedly as they walked out, promising to send the medical fee next month. Come.

Qin Sang knew that there were really gods in this world, and he didn't dare to be disrespectful, so his expression naturally became solemn, and he walked into the Qingyang Temple lightly.

The hall was empty, and the painted walls on the walls were peeling off and mottled, and it was impossible to see what was originally drawn.

Only the three statues in the main hall are as bright as new, and the lacquer and carving work is extremely exquisite.

A stick of incense was burning on the offering table, and the smoke curled up, filling the room with fragrant fragrance.

There was a long table and two cabinets on the side of the offering table, one filled with medicine, and the other filled with scriptures. Behind the long table, a thin old man was sitting like a pine tree and was giving an old man a pulse.

The old man's hair and beard are all white, his face is not old, his eyes are particularly bright, burning with spirit, and a long snow-white beard hangs down to his chest, which is really immortal.He was wearing a cyan robe, which had been washed a little white, but was clean.

On his right is a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and on his left is a medicine box, as well as strange tools such as medicine hoes, cinnabar, yellow paper, and fork tubes.

He is the Taoist of Silence, Qin Sang thought to himself.

"Young Master, are you here to offer incense or to heal?"

Qin Sang followed the sound and saw a small Taoist priest walking out from the crowd waiting for a doctor. He was thirteen or fourteen years old. The Taoist robe looked a bit wide and funny, and his appearance was white.

Recalling that the old man who was punting said that Taoist Jixin had an apprentice, Qin Sang smiled, "The little Taoist is polite, my surname is Qin, and I injured my leg the day before yesterday. Please help the Taoist to take a look."

The little Taoist brought a small wooden pier, "Young Master Qin, please take a seat."

Qin Sang sat down according to his words, and the little Taoist lifted Qin Sang's injured leg, reached out to touch the bone, and said, "Young Master Qin, your leg bone is not broken, it may be some bone cracks, decoct some bone nourishing decoction. , it will take a long time to recover. If you are not in a hurry, you can sit and wait for a while, and let my master help you to see."

Qin Sang came to the old Taoist priest, so he naturally agreed, "You have a little Taoist priest."

(End of this chapter)