Qin Sang didn't know what the qi mentioned in the Netherworld Sutra was, and whether the true qi and internal force mentioned by Bai Jianglan were the same thing.
Generally speaking, this "Netherworld Sutra" is divided into six levels.
Apart from cultivation, "The Netherworld Sutra" contains no nonsense words and does not involve anything else at all. Qin Sang could not tell whether it was an internal skill or a method for cultivating immortals.
When it comes to the "Yam Luo Banner" article, it writes about how to use the energy to control the Yama Luo Banner, but it can only be tried after completing the first level of the "Netherworld Sutra". The specific function of the Yama Luo Banner is not explained.
After reading the whole article several times, Qin Sang was still confused and felt dizzy. Seeing that it was already late at night, he had no choice but to take a rest first.
…
The gates of Sanwu City were lightly guarded, and Qin Sang and Mingyue were both wearing Taoist robes, so they could sneak into the city easily.
Before entering the city, Qin Sang looked back and saw that a town stretching for more than ten miles had gathered outside the city gate.
From the city gate outward, there are two- and three-story high-rise buildings, then low stone houses, then thatched shacks, and finally homes covered with straw in the open air.
Countless victims from the north gathered at the outermost area, and most of them did not even have shacks to protect them from the wind and rain. Fortunately, Qin Sang saw several wealthy households giving porridge along the way, so the victims could have food to eat.
These days, Qin Sang clearly felt that there were more and more victims in Qingyangguan. Unexpectedly, the ferry was overcrowded, and so many people gathered outside Sanwu City. He didn't know how they could survive this cold winter.
The first time he entered the city, he saw a meat bun shop with a fragrant aroma. Qin Sang's eyes turned green. He hurriedly pulled Mingyue in. The two of them devoured a drawer of meat buns and drank half full before they wandered around.
Wander around the city.
Today is an auspicious day in the zodiac. Taoist Ji Xin has two rituals to perform. They are not big rituals such as weddings or funerals. The Taoist priest can handle them by himself. Qin Sang asked the Taoist priest for his instructions and took Mingyue into the city to watch the scenery.
At Qingyang Temple, Qin Sang chatted with patients and pilgrims, and more than once heard people talk about the Three Witches City.
Now I can see it with my own eyes. From the perspective of the past life, Sanwu City is naturally not as good as a modern metropolis, but in this era, it can still be called a great city.
The two men swaggered through the market wearing Taoist robes.
Mingyue has red lips and white teeth, and her appearance is endearing.
Although Qin Sang is a farmer, Qin Sanwa has never suffered hardship since she was a child, and she is fairly fair-looking. In addition, Qin Sang has the confidence and energy of a modern person, and is very heroic in her actions. She does not look like a poor Taoist priest at all.
The two people are very eye-catching walking together.
Many people looked at them curiously along the way. Qin Sang didn't think anything of it, but Ming Yue was a little shy and followed him step by step. She couldn't stand it anymore. She tugged on Qin Sang's clothes and asked quietly: "Brother, let's go
Where do you want it?”
"Look for delicious food first..."
Qin Sang's eyes were wandering around. He spent money to buy food he had never seen before, sharing the food with Mingyue. The money was spent along the way. They all belonged to the enemy anyway, so he didn't feel bad.
Following the shabby old man, Mingyue had never eaten so many good things before. She was smiling happily, jumping around Qin Sang, and gradually let go, but she felt sorry for Qin Sang, "Brother, you spent a lot of money today, Master said
Money is not easy to make, so you should save some money and save it for your wife!"
Qin Sang pointed to the dim sum shop in front, "Do you want to eat?"
Mingyue clenched her fists with both hands and knocked each other, "Ah... just a little bit of that will be fine!"
…
After coming out of the snack shop, Mingyue held a large bag of snacks wrapped in oil paper and said she wanted to take it back to eat with her master.
Eating and walking along the way, Qin Sang gained a deeper understanding of the world, and only then could he truly integrate Qin Sanwa's memories into himself.
After walking only a few streets, Qin Sang's stomach was completely full. He also saw some business opportunities on the road. With the money he grabbed as capital, he worked hard and it was not difficult to make ends meet, but Qin Sang couldn't get interested.
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Chatting and laughing with Mingyue, I turned around this street and saw a three-story wooden building in front of me. It was next to the inland river of Sanwu City, surrounded by willows. The signboard above said "Honghu Tower", which was quite impressive.
, is actually a teahouse.
From time to time, there were sounds of surprise, deafening exclamations, and laughter in the teahouse. Qin Sang knew it was because of the famous storyteller in the teahouse.
When he entered the city, he came to this teahouse.
Wanting to find out information, it was nothing more than looking for a place for chatting and gathering. What Qin Sang wanted to know more was the legends of gods, immortals and monsters around Sanwu City, so he deliberately inquired at Qingyang Temple and found out about Honghu Tower.
Honghu Tower is the most famous teahouse in the southern part of Sanwu City. The building has three floors. Tea prices range from high to low. The teahouses come and go with all kinds of teahouses, including all kinds of religions.
Qin Sang sat down on the first floor where there were the most people, ordered a pot of tea, and listened to the storyteller on the stage.
'boom!'
The chubby storyteller suddenly gave a slap in the face, his fat face trembled, and the teahouse fell silent.
"Speaking of this matter, there is an incident from the past that I have to mention. It is said that five hundred years ago, there was a hero named Wang Bin who was impressed by my ancestor of the Sui Dynasty, Emperor Shenwu... This man is a descendant of the hero Wang..."
Qin Sang listened for a while. This storyteller named Liu Jingting lived up to his reputation. His stories were full of ups and downs and exciting, and ordinary things he said were also brilliant.
But his mind wasn't there. He turned his eyes around and got 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 expense in treating guests to tea, and made many "friends", using words to guide them to talk about the local legends of gods, ghosts, and ghosts circulating in Sanwu City.
Liu Jingting was telling stories on the stage, and a group of people below were telling old stories. Ming Yue was sitting on one side, holding snacks in her hands, listening with gusto, and she didn't feel bored sitting there all day long.
When the sun's shadow set in the west, Qin Sang and Mingyue reluctantly left the teahouse and met Taoist Jixin who had finished the ritual. It was already dusk when they returned to Qingyang Temple.
Before the evening class, with the help of oil lamps, the three masters and apprentices sat around a carbon basin and shared snacks.
Mingyue bit the fruit and saw Qin Sang flipping through the Taoist scriptures, and suddenly asked: "Senior brother, why have you been asking those people about the legends of immortals on the mountain during the day? Do you also want to find immortals?"
The old Taoist priest raised his eyelids.
Qin Sang raised his head and said with a smile: "Who wouldn't want to be a god? 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. Immortal masters will not stay in places where birds do not poop." Mingyue warned Qin Sang seriously, "Senior brother, those
The legends are all false, don’t believe them.”
Qin Sang's eyes lit up and he looked at Lao Dao.
Taoist Jixin finished eating a piece of snacks, wiped his hands slowly, and hummed: "Boy, if you want to find immortality in Cuiming Mountain, I advise you not to put in the effort, and hurry down the mountain and live an honest life, so as not to cut off your Qin Dynasty.
The incense of home.”
This chapter has been completed!