"There was no water in the well, so we had to come up to carry water for drafting, laundry, and watering the garden, and the steps were high and slippery, making it very difficult to walk. ”

Mingyue pouted, her tone was dissatisfied, and her small eyes peeked at Qin Sang.

Qin Sang noticed Mingyue's careful thoughts, and smiled slightly, "In the future, junior brother, you will be responsible for laundry and cooking, and these rough jobs will be handed over to senior brother to do." ”

"Oh yes!"

Mingyue jumped up and clapped her hands happily, "Then we have to wait until my senior brother's leg injury is healed." ”

The child is really easy to buy, and Mingyue became close to Qin Sang all of a sudden.

Qin Sang looked around, pointed to the last row of houses, and said, "Can I choose a room to live here?"

He has secrets that no one knows, and he wants to stay away from the Silent Heart Daoist so as not to be discovered.

"Of course you can," Mingyue said, "Master is asking me to clean up all these rooms, and some people used to go up the mountain to borrow houses to live in, and then they all moved out one after another." Now that there are more and more people coming from the north, Master said that the weather is getting colder and colder, so take out the houses and take in some people who have no place to live to help them survive the cold winter, and some temples on the mountain have already begun to do it. Master said that we should not ask for merit, but we should do good deeds. ”

Qin Sang picked the house in the northeast corner, which was dusty and entangled in cobwebs.

In fact, three rooms are connected together, the middle is separated by a bamboo wall, there are old bamboo beds in both rooms, Qin Sang chose the one on the edge, the sunset just shines in, through the window, you can vaguely see a section of river water from the mountains, the scenery is very good.

......

The meals were green vegetables, pickles and wotou, after eating, drinking the herbs that Mingyue helped him boil, the two went up to clean the room together, the bamboo bed was replaced with new bamboo, the bedding was laid, and it was already late at night.

There was no clock, and Qin Sang didn't know what time it was, seeing that Mingyue had been yawning, urging him to go back and rest.

Mingyue finally had someone speak, and she was reluctant, "Senior brother, I'll go boil a pot of water, hello take a bath." ”

Qin Sang punched the long fist of Fuhu, washed up, and listened carefully for a while, both the Silent Daoist and Mingyue had already fallen asleep, so he carefully covered the doors and windows, and took out the few things on his body to check with a ray of moonlight.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, money bags, colorful bags, parchment, wooden swords, Yama flags, and books lined up.

I really can't see any name for the bag and sheepskin, so I have to put it aside.

Picking up the ebony sword with one hand, Qin Sang frowned, he really couldn't figure out how this small wooden sword could become a flying sword.

Do you want to drip blood?

This thought had been circling in Qin Sang's mind for a long time, and at that moment, he was ruthless, and he used a bamboo slice to cut a hole in his finger, and a drop of blood dripped on the ebony sword.

Ignoring the pain in his fingers, Qin Sang looked at the ebony sword with anticipation on his face, only to see the blood dripping up, and then sliding down the body of the glorious sword.

Qin Sang watched as the blood dripped to the ground and fainted.

Qin Sang was unwilling, he touched the Yan Luo Banner, and repeated the trick, and finally even tried the bag and sheepskin, but none of them reacted.

Qin Sang scolded secretly and picked up the book.

"The Netherworld Sutra", the first three big characters in the book, a thin dozen pages, each sentence is obscure, and there are many words that I don't recognize. Qin Sang flipped to the end and found that there was a "Yama Banner" on the last two pages, and the content was also unreadable.

At least this book has something to do with Yama Luowan.

The man in black died with the help of Yan Luowan and the young man, it must be an immortal artifact!

Thinking that this book was very likely to be a Immortal Cultivation Scroll, Qin Sang's heart suddenly became hot, but he also realized that even if it was really a method of cultivation, he had to read it, otherwise he wouldn't know how to die if he went mad.

The premise of reading is to recognize words, and it seems that you really have to settle down and study the scriptures in Qingyang for a period of time.

This Taoist temple in the mountains is very quiet, there is food and drink, it doesn't hurt to stay, and you have to sort out your chaotic thoughts.

Although he inherited Qin Sanwa's memory, Qin Sang did not have such unforgettable feelings for Qin Sanwa's relatives, and now Qin's father and Qin's mother must have thought that he had died at the hands of the bandits.

It's okay if you don't see it, and you can make up for it when you have a chance in the future.

He didn't want to go back to Wangjia Village, even if he didn't seek immortals, he didn't want to be trapped in that kind of place and live a mediocre life.

If it weren't for seeing a sword flying immortal with his own eyes, Qin Sang would be the same as in his previous life, what he sought was nothing more than wealth, power, fame and fortune, and he would definitely have worked hard to drill the camp when he was on the ship, and he would not have gotten off the ship so easily.

Bai Jianglan said that immortals are hard to find, but this "Netherworld Sutra" made Qin Sang see hope, maybe he really had a chance......

His thoughts were confused, he didn't know when he fell asleep, he had no dreams all night, and the next day Qin Sang was woken up by the sound of birds, and the sky was already bright.

Qin Sang hurriedly got up, packed up, went down on crutches, and as soon as he arrived at the back door of the Qingyang Palace, he heard the sound of chanting and the sound of wooden fish coming from inside.

Cautiously walked in, and saw that the Lonely Heart Daoist and Mingyue were doing their morning classes in front of the incense case, and there were already three people seeking medical treatment in the main hall, as well as a layman, chanting with the Lonely Heart Daoist.

Qin Sang didn't dare to make a sound to disturb, so he saw Mingyue slanting at him, squeezing his eyebrows at him, and motioning him to go to the front.

Qin Sang comprehended, nodded to the person seeking medical treatment, walked to the firewood room in the courtyard, and saw that there was a bowl of porridge left for him on the stove, which was still hot.

After washing his face, he put the porridge into his stomach, and a busy day began.

With Qin Sang's help, the pressure on the master and apprentice of the Silent Heart Daoist suddenly decreased a lot.

Qin Sang didn't know how to use medicine, so he sat behind the table, helping to record and grind the herbs.

The old way of diagnosis, prescription, drawing, unsigning, fortune telling, chanting and praying for blessings can be described as all-rounders.

Mingyue is also very busy receiving patients and pilgrims, boiling water, grabbing medicine, and cooking.

Unconsciously, it was getting late, and the last patient was sent away, Mingyue latched the door of the Taoist temple, and the master and apprentice divided the labor to clean the messy hall.

"Today is the seventh day of the first lunar month," Lao Dao took the yellow calendar and looked at it for a long time, then looked through a few pages of account books, and said, "Poor Dao will go down the mountain tomorrow, there are two small Dharma things to do, you stay and take care of the Taoist temple." ”

Saying that, the Lonely Heart Daoist got up and rummaged through the medicine cabinet, "On the ninth and tenth days of the first month, the poor Dao is going to Huanghuang Mountain to collect medicine, if there is a patient going up the mountain, a minor illness and a bright moon will come to see, and if they are not sure, let them come back on the eleventh day." Let's go cook, finish dinner and do evening class. ”

"Yes, Master. ”

Qin Sang followed Mingyue out, saw Mingyue with some disappointment on her face, and only after asking did she know that the people of the Silent Heart Dao have to go up the mountain every month to collect medicines, and the Huanghuang Mountain that she went to this time is deep in the mountains, the mountains are steep, and there are many rare herbs.

In addition to curing diseases and saving people, every auspicious day of the zodiac, there will be families who invite people from the heart to go down the mountain to do things.

This business can make money, but it can't rob the monks and the Great Dao in front of them.

Qin Sang knew that the Silent Heart Daoist was not at ease with himself.