When the boat arrived at the dock, Qin Sang also listened to the old man tell a lot of deeds of the Silent Heart Taoist.

Cuiming Mountain Qingyang Temple flourished at the beginning, and then gradually declined, the Taoist priests in the view left one after another, only a few old Taoists remained, and gradually died of old age.

The Taoist temple is not repaired, more and more dilapidated, overgrown with weeds, if it is not for the lonely Taoist, within a few years, the Qingyang Temple will only be left with broken walls.

The most popular thing about the Shanxin Taoist is not his identity as a contemplator, but his benevolent heart.

After he took over Qingyangguan with a small apprentice, he did not ask for incense, but went to the mountains every day to collect medicine and treat the poor with medicine.

Some people are bruised, cold, damp and hot, and only ask to come to the door, and the people of the Silent Heart Taoist are attentive to diagnosis and treatment, and the medical skills may not be very good, but the consultation fee is very low.

If you really don't have any money, you can also keep accounts, but if you don't pay it back for three or five years, he won't ask for it, and his reputation gradually spreads, coupled with the identity of the Qingyang Guanguan Lord, he got the name of a living immortal.

The old man parked the boat in front of the dock, and while holding Qin Sang to get off the boat, he persuaded and said: "Brother Qin's leg injury is not serious, and the living immortals will definitely be able to help you diagnose and treat it, but Cuiming Mountain is in the middle of Sanwu City and the ferry, and you have to take the mountain road after ten miles from here, and you have to take the mountain road, Brother Qin has to hire a car, and the little old man knows a few coachmen, and the price is guaranteed to be fair......"

Qin Sang refused the old man's kindness, and under the disappointed eyes of the old man, he limped into the crowd with a wooden stick.

Walking in the crowd, hearing the accent of the north and south of the world, Qin Sang secretly said that the Three Witch City really lived up to its reputation.

Affected by his leg injury, Qin Sang stopped and stopped, and really let him hear the accent of his hometown, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that there were several people wearing silk on the shore who were directing the laborers to load the ship.

Seeing them load a shipload of goods and sail away from the riverbank, Qin Sang didn't say a word after all, resolutely turned around and walked into a restaurant.

After eating delicious river fish and river freshness, Qin Sang sat on the second floor, blowing the river breeze, holding a tea cup and looking at the sparse river and busy beings outside the window, stunned for a while.

"Shop, checkout!"

Qin Sang took out a grain of broken silver, looked at the shopkeeper's handler and weighed it, pinched the copper coin he found, and asked, "There is a shopkeeper, I want to go to Sanwu City, I don't know where to hire a carriage?"

The shopkeeper glanced at Qin Sang and pointed out the door, "Go straight west along this street, and there will be more than a dozen car dealers crowded together at the end, all of them are doing serious business, and most of them are carriages going to Sanwu City and major ferries." ”

Maybe Qin Sang ate a lot, and the shopkeeper kindly reminded, "This year...... It's better not to go on the road alone, find a few people to hire one together, and it can be cheaper. ”

From the first road to the three witch city, the terrain goes all the way up, several major ferries into the city have to take this road, there are a lot of pedestrians on the road, the road is wide and smooth, and the carriage is not bumpy.

Qin Sang drove at the foot of Cuiming Mountain, looking up at the high mountain in front of him, the road on the mountain looked a little dangerous, his legs and feet were not dexterous, and he was a little stunned.

The mountains on both sides of the Wuling River are undulating, and Cuiming Mountain is just one of the peaks in this long mountain range, and it is not too conspicuous among the mountains.

However, Cuiming Mountain has its unique spirit and charm, between the dense forests on the mountain, sometimes there are some temples and towers of the eaves and corners stretched out, occasionally the sound of the bell ringing echoes in the mountains and forests, clear people's hearts.

Qin Sang heard a few legends of the spirits and spirits in Cuiming Mountain from the coachman, and he didn't know if these temples and Taoist temples chose Cuiming Mountain because of various legends, or if they only had these legends after they came.

Qin Sang barely climbed halfway and met a few people who went to Qingyang Temple for medical treatment, and only then did he come to Qingyang Temple, which is located halfway up the back mountain, with their support.

Qin Sang held a stick and stood still in front of the Qingyang Temple.

The scale of the Taoist temple is really not small, the Taoist temple is surrounded by a large bamboo forest, the afternoon sun is not hot, the bamboo leaves are rustling, and the cool breeze is gusting.

Because the mountain is steep, standing outside the view, you can also see the inside of the layers of buildings, the style of the building is similar to the Taoist temple that Qin Sang had seen in his previous life, but they are all dilapidated, the roof tiles can be seen everywhere, and the thatch under the tiles is exposed in clusters, and it is estimated that there are few that do not leak rain.

Standing outside, you can hear the voices inside, and there are quite a few people.

Qin Sang moved in step by step along the bluestone steps, the stone strips on the lintel were engraved with the words 'Qingyang Guan', and two pieces of decayed wooden doors hung diagonally on both sides, and the door knockers on them were covered with rust.

Entering the door is a large courtyard, with haystacks, donkey rings, ancient wells, rollers, grinding plates and stone mortars, two large gardens, the small ones grow vegetables, and the big ones grow inside Qin Sang doesn't know, it is estimated that they are herbs.

A few steps behind the courtyard, there is a big hall above, which is the largest and most magnificent hall of the whole Qingyang Temple, and it is also the best repair.

There is a wooden plaque on the main hall, and the strong big characters read: Qingyang Palace, and the paint on the words is about to fall off.

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

Qin Sang sighed secretly, and was about to go in, when three people pushed the door out of it, and two ragged men carried a pale-faced old woman, twisting his head and thanking him again and again as he walked out, promising to send the consultation fee next month.

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

The main hall is empty, and the large pieces of painted paintings on the walls are peeling and mottled, and it is impossible to see what was originally painted.

Only the three statues of the main hall are as bright as new, and the lacquer and carving work are exceptionally exquisite.

There was a stick of incense burning on the offering table, and the smoke was curling, and the fragrant fragrance filled the room.

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

Lao Dao's hair and beard are all white, his face does not show his old age, his eyes are particularly bright, scorching, and a strand of snow-white long hair hangs down to his chest, which is really a bit of fairy wind bones. He was wearing a cyan robe, which was already a little whitish, but clean.

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

He is the Lonely Heart Daoist, Qin Sang thought to himself.

"Childe, are you here to incense or to heal?"

Qin Sang looked over and saw a small Taoist priest coming out of the crowd waiting for the doctor next to him, thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a Taoist robe that looked a little wide and funny on his body, and his appearance was white.

Remembering that the old man who was holding the boat had said that the Lonely Heart Daoist had an apprentice, Qin Sang smiled on his face, "The little Taoist is polite, my surname is Qin, I injured my leg the day before yesterday, please help the Taoist to take a look." ”

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

Qin Sang sat down as he said, and the little Taoist priest lifted Qin Sang's injured leg, reached out and touched the bone, and said, "Qin Gongzi, your leg bone is not broken, it may be some bone cracks, decoction of some bone-nourishing medicine, it won't take long to heal." If you are not in a hurry, you can sit and wait and let my master help you take a look. ”

Qin Sang came for the old Taoist, so he naturally agreed, "There is a small Taoist leader." ”