"I still have two brothers at home, and my father doesn't have to worry about passing on the lineage. ”

Qin Sang worked hard to curry favor, "Dao Chief, you are so knowledgeable and have such excellent medical skills, your previous identity must be unusual, what did you originally do?"

"Poor Dao is a Taoist priest, but ......"

The lonely heart Taoist took a sip of tea, looked at Mingyue and said leisurely: "Your ancestor, that is, the master of the teacher, was once the imperial doctor, and he was also high-spirited, but once he used the wrong medicine, he was almost beheaded, and he was disheartened after being expelled from the palace. The name of the Tao for the teacher was given by your ancestor, and all the skills were obtained from your ancestor. Therefore, you must remember that when you practice medicine alone in the future, you must carefully consider the prescription and not take it lightly. ”

Mingyue swallowed the snack in her mouth and said solemnly: "I know." ”

"The Taoist turned out to be a famous queen!"

Qin Sang's face was full of admiration, and he refilled the tea to the Lonely Heart Daoist, "Master Ancestor, his old man worships the imperial doctor, walks the Forbidden Palace, he must know many secrets, has he seen the immortal master with his own eyes?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head, "I've never seen it." However, when Master was a royal doctor, he heard many rumors that there were immortal masters who came and went in the palace and made friends with royal nobles. Wealth, fame, fortune and charming eyes, in the poor road, the so-called immortal master may not escape the seven emotions and six desires, which is not detached. ”

Qin Sang was stunned.

His inherent impression of cultivating immortals is that he drinks the smoke and haze of the morning dew meal, hides in the famous mountains and rivers, and the blessed land of the heavens, dreams for thousands of years, does not touch the mundane things, and does not appear in front of people.

It turned out to be wrong!

Do you want to try your luck in Jingshi?

The Lonely Heart Daoist seemed to see through Qin Sang's thoughts, and said: "Don't be delusional, the master respects his old man as an imperial doctor for more than 30 years, and he enters and exits the palace every day, and he has never seen the immortal master with his own eyes, but he has only heard a few legends." Besides, if Jingshi really has an immortal fate, wouldn't those princes and grandsons fight for their heads, and they can still get your turn?"

......

Looking up at the bright moon and listening to the chanting of the master and apprentice, Qin Sang sat on the bed, silent for a long time, and finally laughed.

If the immortal fate is so easy to encounter, isn't everyone in this world able to become an immortal, no matter what, he still has the "Netherworld Sutra", there is a glimmer of hope.

With this realization, Qin Sang temporarily let go of his unrealistic delusions and concentrated on comprehending the Netherworld Sutra.

Before I knew it, it was the beginning of winter, and the old Taoist priest took in a few families of victims, and the Taoist temple added a lot of popularity.

Suddenly there was a first snow on the mountain.

The mountains were white-headed overnight, Qin Sang followed the old Taoist master and apprentice down the mountain for free treatment, and saw the victims who froze to death on the side of the road, he was also unbearable, the old Taoist sighed, he was poor and sour, and there were only a few old houses in Qingyang Palace, how many homeless people could he shelter?

They can only do what they can.

Qin Sang squatted in the stone recess to burn the fire, and the pot was full of a large pot of herbs to ward off the cold, boiled into a medicinal soup, and distributed to the victims.

Absent-mindedly burning on fire, Qin Sang silently recited the "Netherworld Sutra" in his heart from time to time.

Now that he has memorized the "Netherworld Sutra", he has considered every scripture countless times, and the translation has not changed a sentence in the past few days, and he feels that he has understood the "Netherworld Sutra" deeply enough, and he plans to start cultivating tonight!

The snow has not melted, the moon is in the sky, and the night is like day.

Several families living in the Taoist temple were crowded into the front house, but Qin Sang still lived by himself, without worrying about being discovered.

He sat down, followed the guidance of the Netherworld Sutra, calmed down, and tried to cultivate.

The scriptures were already clear in his chest, but he sat for a few hours and couldn't get started, not only could his mind not calm down, but he was full of distracting thoughts, he was secretly anxious, and wanted to eliminate the distracting thoughts in his heart, but suddenly realized that this thought was originally one of the distracting thoughts.

The sky is about to dawn, Qin Sang still can't reach the realm of the heart like stopping water and hiding the gods in the body as mentioned in the scriptures, and he will go down the mountain for free treatment tomorrow, so he has to stop for the time being.

Going down to the mountain for free clinics during the day, practicing at night, and practicing boxing in the morning and evening, Qin Sang's days were boring and fulfilling.

At this time, he had already realized that whether the Netherworld Sutra was a martial arts method or an immortal cultivation method, it was by no means so easy to cultivate, and he had to be patient enough.

When he came back from another day of free clinic, Qin Sang was in the house figuring out the "Netherworld Sutra", and saw Mingyue running up panting with two nights of porridge.

"Senior brother, Master said that there are not enough herbs in the temple, and he will go up the mountain tomorrow to collect medicines, so let you pack your bags and go with him. ”

Qin Sang stopped and looked at the mountains in the distance, the snow had stopped for seven days, the sky was clear today, and after today, the snow on the mountains should have melted.

Going down the mountain for free clinics, I have to boil several pots of soup and medicine every day, and the consumption of herbs is very high, so it's no wonder that I have to go to collect medicine.

There is no snow on the mountain, maybe there is ice on the road, Qin Sang is not worried that the old Taoist priest will go up the mountain alone to collect medicine, so he readily agreed, and went back to the house to clean up after picking up the porridge.

In fact, except for the ebony sword, he didn't have any belongings, the tools for collecting medicine and food were prepared by Mingyue, he tied a cotton coat with strips of cloth, and brought a pair of thick cotton shoes, which was all the luggage.

The next day, when it was dark, Qin Sang set off with the old Taoist.

Cuiming Mountain is okay, there is a way for people to come out, go down Cuiming Mountain, go inside is a complete barren mountains and wild forests, you have to follow the beast road, from the barren grass that is high in Qiren, even in the daytime Qin Sang can't see where to go, can only follow the old Taoist priest step by step.

Climb from the valley to the middle of the mountain, then turn along the sheep intestine trail on the cliff, go down the mountain, go up the mountain again, and come to the foot of the legendary Huanghuang Mountain at noon.

Walking this way, Qin Sang slipped and fell several times, and his heart trembled when he walked, but the old Taoist priest was as steady as Mount Tai, and Qin Sang couldn't help but wonder who the young man was.

The schedule is very tight, and I must return to the Taoist temple tomorrow night, so after climbing Huanghuang Mountain, I will collect medicine non-stop.

Listening to the strange roars coming from time to time in the mountains and forests, Qin Sang's heart tightened, the secret master would not succeed in seeking immortals, and died in the tiger's mouth, and asked softly as he walked: "Dao Chief, if you come to such a deep mountain to collect medicine, you are not afraid that the tiger wolf will eat you?"

"I have encountered a mountain wolf, and the poor road has the animal repellent powder passed on by the master, which can play a little role. ”

The old Taoist priest was light and light, and used a hoe to stir up the wild grass, "The herbs outside have long been taken out, and they can only enter the mountains." Don't you have martial arts, what are you afraid of?"

Qin Sang was holding a stick in his hand, and he couldn't help but feel weak, "Daoist, don't laugh at me, my little shallow kung fu can't be put on the stage." ”

The old Taoist priest smiled, "I see that Mingyue and you learn the boxing technique as if it is still unfinished, isn't it incomplete?"

"The Taoist has good eyesight. ”

Qin Sang said, "This "Fuhu Long Fist" was taught to me by the eldest brother who saved me, and I only had time to pass on the three styles, but this boxing method is very common, and after a while, I will go to the dart bureau in the city to ask for advice, and I will be able to complete it." ”