That night, Qin Sang and Mingyue did evening classes together to learn the Taoist scriptures.

Like the Netherworld Sutra, Qin Sang couldn't read it, but fortunately, the Lonely Heart Taoist would explain patiently, Qin Sang studied seriously, found a piece of charcoal by himself, and wrote down what he learned.

When he returned to the room late at night, Qin Sang took out the "Netherworld Sutra" again, and compared it with the words he had just knew, it was very difficult to understand the meaning of the scriptures, but he never got tired of it.

The next day, the Lonely Heart Taoist went down the mountain to do things, and came back at noon, carrying a bag of coarse grains on the donkey, and in the afternoon, Mingyue steamed a pot of vegetables, fried a jar of salted fish, and helped the Lonely Heart Taoist take care of his bags and medicine box.

On the ninth day of the first month, Qin Sang woke up and didn't see the Lonely Heart Daoist, and when he asked Mingyue to know that he was in Yin, he and Mingyue did what the Lonely Heart Daoist told him to do that day, but there was nothing wrong.

In the early morning of the tenth day of the first lunar month, Qin Sang finally rested from exhaustion, and played "Fuhu Long Fist" in front of the house early in the morning.

"Senior brother, what kind of punch are you fighting?"

Mingyue held the porridge bowl and sat on the stone next to her, watching Qin Sang's tiger and tiger wind, a little ready to move.

"This kung fu is called "Fuhu Long Fist". Why, the Taoist didn't teach you martial arts?"

After Qin Sang finished playing, he felt that his whole body was smooth, and he asked rhetorically while wiping his sweat.

"No," Mingyue shook her head, biting the tip of her chopsticks, her face full of curiosity, "Senior brother, master also knows martial arts?"

"How do I know? I've only been here for a few days?"

Qin Sang rolled his eyes and secretly pondered, he originally thought that the Lonely Heart Daoist dared to go into the mountains to collect medicine, he was not afraid of jackals, tigers and leopards, maybe he had martial arts, so he deliberately punched in front of Mingyue and led him to speak.

If you know martial arts, there is no reason not to teach it to your apprentices, in the past two days, Qin Sang can sense that the Lonely Heart Daoist loves Mingyue very much, and treats him as his own son.

Is he really just an ordinary Taoist priest?

"On weekdays, you only learn chanting scriptures and medical skills with the Taoist master?

"Spells?"

Mingyue looked dazed, "I have a lot of time to read scriptures and read words, and I have also learned hexagrams, and I can unsign and hyphenate and outline talismans, but I am not proficient, and the master does not dare to let me do it in front of people." I also know the process of the Dharma, and I can help the Master. Master also taught me to identify herbs and prescribe prescriptions, but Master said that I would have to study for 20 years before I could become a teacher, otherwise I would lose my life. ”

Qin Sang's eyes lit up, "Isn't the talisman a spell? I heard the couple say that the house was restless that day, and the Taoist chief gave them a talisman, saying that it can attract good fortune and avoid evil and drive away evil spirits, isn't this a spell?"

Mingyue smiled, looked left and right before whispering: "Senior brother, let me tell you, don't go outside to talk." As Master said, these are all lies. ”

Deceitful?

You have gods here!

Qin Sang said angrily: "If you don't allow it, you won't be afraid that people will come to the door?"

"Mysterious and mysterious, who knows what is accurate and what is not?"

Mingyue shook her head and shook her head, "Even if someone comes to the door, there are words that can block it, senior brother, you will know sooner or later." ”

Qin Sang was very injured and listless all day, Mingyue pestered him to learn "Fuhu Long Fist", so he had to promise to teach him if his leg injury was healed.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Sang stayed in the Taoist temple for more than 20 days, and the three masters and apprentices were really familiar with each other.

These days, Qin Sang has been working hard to practice boxing, chanting scriptures and learning words.

In addition to the magic affairs, the Taoist chief did not avoid him when he taught Mingyue medical skills and divination and divination and signing talismans, and Qin Sang confirmed that it was really all words and deception, and he was completely dead.

However, there are many insightful truths in the deception, and he has gained a lot.

The wound on his leg was getting better day by day, and he no longer had to walk on crutches, so he cut down bamboo and used it as a pipe to bring water from the stream to the courtyard, and built a small pool of stones in the courtyard.

I tried a few options, and finally it was done.

At this time, Mingyue didn't have to do the heaviest work on her body, and the bamboo tube water was constantly flowing, and the green vegetables and herbs in the garden were growing better and better, not only did Senior Brother Mingyue call more and more affectionately, but the people of the Silent Heart Dao also changed their opinion of him.

Then, Qin Sang made a bamboo ladder, climbed to the roof, and replaced all the broken tiles in the room where the three of them lived.

Later, he felt that the food in the Taoist temple was really bland, so he pondered and made a few mechanisms, so that he could catch a few hares and pheasants.

Mingyue persuaded Qin Sang not to kill in the Taoist temple, he would be punished by the master, Qin Sang had to build an earthen stove next to the stream, outside the Taoist temple, the Taoist people couldn't take care of it.

This world does not have as many seasonings as in his previous life, and he is not skilled in cooking, so the grass and earthy smell of wild game is difficult to go, so he can only roast and eat, sprinkle with salt, and the taste is acceptable.

Mingyue couldn't bear it and didn't dare to kill, but she dared to eat it and ate it deliciously.

For more than ten days, the leaves withered and the weather turned cold.

The wind on the mountain blows on the body, it is colder than the mountain, the master and apprentice do evening classes in the Qingyang Palace, the cold wind is pervasive, blowing into the main hall, and the flames on the oil lamp are shaking.

Qin Sang stretched his waist, put down the quill pen, flicked the lamp twist, and saw that the master and apprentice next to him would not be able to finish the evening class for a while, and said softly: "Dao Chief, I'll go back to the house and sleep first." ”

As he spoke, he picked up a few pieces of paper he had just written, wrapped his robe, and left the main hall, his leg bones had healed, and he was planning a trip to Three Witch City.

Reading changes fate.

In the past month, Qin Sang has worked harder than in his previous life when he was in the third year of high school.

Today, he finally recognized and understood all the words of the Netherworld Sutra, the Silent Heart Daoist is well-read, his knowledge is richer than he imagined, and he is willing to teach patiently, Qin Sang is very grateful to him.

Back at his residence, Qin Sang first played "Fuhu Long Fist" to calm his restless mood.

Qin Sang has always followed Bai Jianglan's instructions, practicing "Fuhu Long Fist" every morning and evening, never stopping, and obviously felt that his physical fitness has become stronger, but the legendary true qi has not even seen a shadow.

After punching and washing off his stinky sweat, Qin Sang returned to his room, took out a stack of yellow paper from under the bed, which was full of words, and then compared it with the book, and made up the last sentence by moonlight.

The entire Nether Sutra has finally been translated.

Qin Sang held the yellow paper, his palms trembled a little with excitement, he took a deep breath, calmed down, and read through it from the beginning.

Over and over again, he immersed himself in the Nether Sutra, first reading his own translation, then reading the original again, speculating a little bit, and then revising his own translation.

Qin Sang didn't dare to cultivate rashly, the ghost knew if he was a little wrong, would he go mad.

In his current humble opinion, the "Netherworld Sutra" is indeed a practice that guides people to cultivate, and after the exercises are refined, there will be a stream of 'Qi' flowing along the meridians in the body, and there are also stories such as Zhou Tian.

Fortunately, he has been studying the medical scriptures with the Shanxin Taoist, and he knows a little about the meridians, acupuncture points, etc., and can barely understand them.