Qin Sang didn't know what the qi mentioned in the Netherworld Sutra meant, and whether it was the same thing as the true qi and internal force that Bai Jianglan said.

Broadly speaking, this Netherworld Sutra is divided into six layers.

Except for cultivation, there was not a single nonsense in the Netherworld Sutra, it didn't involve anything else at all, and Qin Sang couldn't tell whether this was an internal strength heart method or an immortal cultivation method.

When it comes to the article "Yama Banner", it is written how to use that qi to control Yama Banner, but it needs to be refined to the first layer of the "Netherworld Sutra" before it can be tried, and the specific function of Yama Banner is not explained.

After reading the whole article, Qin Sang was still in the clouds, feeling dizzy for a while, and seeing that it was late at night, he had to go and rest first.

......

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

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

From the city gate outward, the two- and three-story high-rise buildings to the low stone houses, then to the thatched shacks, and finally the open air is covered with straw to start a family.

The outermost part gathered countless victims from the north, most of whom did not even have shelters from the wind and rain, but fortunately, Qin Sang saw a few rich households along the way, and the victims could have something to eat.

These days, Qin Sang also clearly felt that there were more and more victims in Qingyangguan, but he didn't expect the ferry to be overcrowded, and there were so many gathered outside Sanwu City, I don't know how they can survive this cold winter.

When he first saw a meat bun shop with a fragrant fragrance of ten miles in the city, Qin Sang's eyes were green, and he hurriedly pulled Mingyue in, and the two swallowed a drawer of meat buns, and they were half full, and then they wandered around the city.

Today is an auspicious day for the zodiac, and the people of the Lonely Heart Dao have two Dharma things to do, not big Dharma events such as joy and mourning, and the Taoist can deal with it himself, so Qin Sang asked the Taoist to pull the bright moon into the city to watch the scenery.

In Qingyang Temple, Qin Sang chatted with patients and pilgrims, and heard more than once how the Three Witches City was.

Now I can see with my own eyes that from the perspective of the previous life, Sanwu City is naturally not as good as a modern metropolis, but in this era, it is also worthy of the word Xiongcheng.

The two wore Taoist robes and swaggered through the market.

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

Although Qin Sang is the foundation of the croppers, Qin Sanwa has never suffered since she was a child, and she looks white, plus Qin Sang's self-confidence and vigor as a modern person, he is very arrogant, not like a poor Taoist priest at all.

It's very eye-catching for two people to walk together.

Many people looked at them curiously along the way, Qin Sang didn't think anything of it, but Mingyue was a little shy, and followed him step by step, she couldn't stand it, pulled the corner of Qin Sang's clothes, and asked secretly, "Senior brother, where are we going?"

"Find a ...... first"

Qin Sang's eyes floated around, he spent money to buy food that he hadn't seen before, and ate separately with Mingyue, spending money like water along the way, anyway, they were all enemies, and he didn't feel distressed.

Following the shabby old way, Mingyue He had eaten so many good things, she smiled when she ate, jumped around Qin Sang, and gradually let go, but she felt very sorry for Qin Sang, "Senior brother, you spent a lot of money today, and the master said that the money is not easy to earn, you have to save some flowers and keep it to marry your mother-in-law!"

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

Mingyue clenched her hands into fists and knocked on each other, "Ah...... All it takes is a little bit of that!"

......

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 can be regarded as truly integrating Qin Sanwa's memories into himself.

After walking a few streets, Qin Sang's stomach was completely full, and he also saw some business opportunities on the road, and he had the money he had stolen to make the capital, and he worked hard, it was not difficult to have enough food and clothing, but Qin Sang couldn't be interested.

Talking and laughing with Mingyue, turning this street, a three-storey wooden building in front of me broke into view, the wooden building is next to the inland river of Sanwu City, the willows are still around, and the signboard upstairs is written with the three words Honghu Building, the spirit is not small, it is actually a teahouse.

From time to time, there were shocking voices in the teahouse, and deafening exclamations and laughter, and Qin Sang knew that it was because of the well-known storyteller in the teahouse.

He came to the city for this teahouse.

If you want to find out the news, it is nothing more than looking for a place to chat and gather, Qin Sang wants to know more about the legends of the immortals and monsters around the Three Witch City, so he deliberately inquired in Qingyang Temple, and he already knew about Honghu Tower.

Honghu Lou is the most famous teahouse in the south of Sanwu City, the building is divided into three floors, the tea price is high and low, the tea customers come and go in all kinds of ways, the three religions and nine streams are all-encompassing.

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

'Bang!'

The chubby storyteller suddenly slapped the startled wood, his face trembled, and the teahouse suddenly fell silent.

"Speaking of this, there is a past incident that has to be mentioned, it is said that five hundred years ago, there was a hero named Wang Bin who was subdued by Emperor Shenwu, the ancestor of my Great Sui...... This person is the descendant of Wang Daxia......"

Qin Sang listened to it for a while, this storyteller named Liu Jingting was worthy of his name, and when he talked about books, he had ups and downs, which was exciting, and ordinary things were also colorful when he said them.

But his heart was not here, his eyes rolled around, and he was close to the tea guests on the left and right.

The whole day was spent in the teahouse, and lunch was also eaten in the teahouse, Qin Sang spared no money, invited guests to tea, made many 'friends', and used words to guide them to talk about the legends of fairies and ghosts that circulated in the local area of Sanwu City.

Liu Jingting on the stage told the story, and a group of people below told old stories, Mingyue sat on the side, protecting the snacks with both hands, listening to it with relish, and it was not annoying to sit all day.

When the sun shadow was slanting westward, Qin Sang and Mingyue reluctantly left from the teahouse, and met with the lonely Taoist who had finished the rituals, and when they returned to Qingyang Temple, it was already twilight.

Before the evening class, with the help of oil lamps, the three masters and apprentices sat around the carbon basin and ate snacks.

Mingyue bit the fruit, saw Qin Sang holding the Taoist scripture and looked through it, and suddenly asked, "Senior brother, why have you been asking those people about the legends of the immortals on the mountain during the day?

The old Taoist priest raised his eyelids.

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

"Master said before that those who go to the deep mountains and rivers will definitely not find immortals, and immortal masters will not stay in that kind of place where birds don't," Mingyue was afraid that Qin Sang would go astray, so she seriously admonished, "Senior brother, those legends are all fake, don't believe it." ”

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

After eating a piece of dim sum, the lonely Taoist slowly wiped his hands and hummed: "Boy, if you want to find immortal fate in Cuiming Mountain, Poor Dao advises you not to bother with it, and quickly roll down the mountain to live an honest life, so as not to cut off your Qin family's incense." ”