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Chapter Twelve Herbs

"I still have two brothers at home, so my father doesn't have to worry about continuing the family line."

Qin Sang worked hard to please, "Taoist Priest, you are so knowledgeable and your medical skills are so good. You must have been an unusual person before. What did you originally do?"

"A poor Taoist has become a Taoist priest since he was a child, but..."

Jixin Taoist took a sip of tea, looked at the bright moon and said leisurely: "Your master, the master who is my teacher, was once an imperial doctor, and he was also very high-spirited. Unexpectedly, he used the wrong medicine one time and was almost beheaded.

Frustrated after being expelled from the palace, he became a monk and became a Taoist, calling himself Yunyouzi. The Taoist name as a teacher was given by your master, and all your skills were learned from your master. So you have to

Remember, when you practice medicine alone in the future, you must think carefully before prescribing and taking medication, and you must not take it lightly."

Mingyue swallowed the snack in her mouth and said solemnly: "Disciple understands."

"The Taoist priest turns out to be the queen of a famous family!"

Qin Sang's face was full of admiration, and he refilled the tea for Taoist Ji Xin, "Master, he is an old man who worships the imperial doctor and walks in the forbidden palace. He must know many secrets. Could it be that he has seen the immortal master with his own eyes?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head, "I have never seen it before. However, when I was an imperial doctor, my master heard many rumors, saying that there was an immortal master who came in and out of the palace and made friends with the royal family and nobles. Wealth, fame and wealth are alluring. In the poor Taoist world, the so-called

Immortal masters may not be able to escape the seven emotions and six desires, so they cannot be considered transcendent."

Qin Sang was stunned.

His inherent impression of people who cultivate immortality is that they drink morning dew and eat hazy clouds, escape to famous mountains and rivers, caves and blessed lands, and live in a dream for thousands of years, not getting involved in worldly affairs, and not showing up to others.

It was wrong!

Are you going to the capital to try your luck?

Taoist Ji Xin seemed to have seen through Qin Sang's mind and said: "Don't have such wishful thinking. Master, he has been an imperial doctor for more than thirty years. He has been in and out of the palace every day. He has never seen the immortal master with his own eyes. He has only heard about it.

It’s just a few legends. Besides, if the capital is really destined to be immortal, wouldn’t those princes, princes and grandsons fight over each other and still get your turn?”



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

If immortality is so easy to encounter, wouldn't everyone in this world be able to become an immortal? In any case, I still have the "Netherworld Sutra", so there is a glimmer of hope.

With this understanding, Qin Sang temporarily put aside his unrealistic delusions and concentrated on understanding the "Netherworld Sutra".

Before we knew it, it was already winter, and the old Taoist priest took in several families of victims, adding a lot of popularity to the Taoist temple.

Suddenly it snowed for the first time on the mountain.

The mountains turned white overnight. Qin Sang followed the old Taoist masters and disciples down the mountain for a free clinic. When he saw the victims freezing to death on the roadside, he couldn't bear it. The old Taoist sighed, he was a poor old Taoist, and Qingyang Palace only had a few old houses, how many homeless people could be sheltered?

Family member?

They can only do what they can.

Qin Sang squatted in a stone recess to light a fire. The pot was filled with a large pot of cold-repelling herbs, which she boiled into a medicinal soup and distributed to the victims.

Absently lighting the fire, Qin Sang silently recited the "Netherworld Sutra" in his heart.

Now he has memorized the "Netherworld Sutra" by heart, and has considered each verse countless times. He has not changed a sentence in the translation in the past few days. He feels that he has understood the "Netherworld Sutra" deeply enough, and he plans to start practicing tonight.

!

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

Several families living in the Taoist temple were crowded into the house in front. Qin Sang still lived by himself, so he didn't have to worry about being discovered.

He sat down in the mudra, followed the instructions in the Netherworld Sutra, fell into concentration, and tried to practice.

The scriptures were already clear in his mind, but he sat there for several hours and could not get started. Not only could his mind not calm down, but there were many distracting thoughts. He was secretly anxious and wanted to eliminate the distracting thoughts in his mind, but he suddenly realized that this thought was one of the distracting thoughts.

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It was almost dawn, but Qin Sang still couldn't reach the state of mind as still as water and with the spirit hidden in the body as mentioned in the scriptures. He had to go down the mountain for a free clinic tomorrow, so he had to stop for now.

Going down the mountain for free clinic during the day, practicing at night, and practicing boxing in the morning and evening, Qin Sang's life was boring but fulfilling.

At this time, he had realized that whether the "Netherworld Sutra" was a martial arts method or a method for cultivating immortals, it was by no means so easy to practice, and he had to have enough patience.

Returning from the free clinic another day, Qin Sang was pondering the "Netherworld Sutra" in the room when he saw Mingyue running up panting with two nights of porridge.

"Brother, Master said that there are not enough herbs in the temple. He will go up the mountain to collect herbs tomorrow. He asked you to pack your bags and go with him."

Qin Sang stopped and looked at the mountains in the distance. It had been snowing for seven days. The sky was clear today. After today, all the snow on the mountains should have melted.

When I went to the free clinic down the mountain, I had to make several pots of soup every day. Herbal medicines were consumed so much that it was no wonder I had to collect them.

There was no snow on the mountain, and there might be ice on the road. Qin Sang didn't trust the old Taoist priest to go up the mountain alone to collect herbs, so he readily agreed, and after finishing the porridge, he went back to the house to clean up.

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

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

Fortunately, Cuiming Mountain has a road that people can walk out of. Once you get down from Cuiming Mountain, you will find a completely barren mountain and wild forest. You have to follow the animal path and walk through the grass as high as a person. Even in broad daylight, Qin Sang can't see it.

No matter where you go, you can only follow the steps of the old Taoist priests.

Climb from the valley to the middle of the mountain, then turn along the winding path on the cliff, go down the mountain, and then up the mountain again. At noon, you arrive at the foot of the legendary Huanghuang Mountain.

While walking this way, Qin Sang slipped and fell several times, walking with fear, but the old Taoist priest was as steady as a rock. Qin Sang couldn't help but wonder who the young man was.

The schedule is very tight and I have to return to the Taoist Temple tomorrow night, so I started collecting herbs non-stop after climbing Huanghuang Mountain.

Listening to the strange roars that came from the mountain forest from time to time, Qin Sang felt nervous and secretly thought that the young master would not seek immortality and die in the mouth of a tiger. As he walked, he asked softly: "Taoist priest, you came to collect medicine so deep in the mountains, how can you?"

Aren’t you afraid that tigers and wolves will eat you?”

"I have encountered a mountain wolf before. Pindao has the beast-repelling powder passed down by his master, which can have some effect."

The old Taoist priest said calmly, using a medicinal hoe to poke at the weeds, "The herbs outside have been harvested long ago, so we can only go into the mountains. If you don't have martial arts at your side, what are you afraid of?"

Qin Sang held the stick in his hand and couldn't help but feel guilty, "Taoist priest, please don't laugh at me. My superficial skills are not worthy of recognition."

The old Taoist priest chuckled, "I see that the boxing technique Mingyue learned from you seems to be incomplete. Is it incomplete?"

"The Taoist priest has good eyesight."

Qin Sang said, "This "Fuhu Long Fist" was taught to me by the elder brother who saved me. He only had time to teach me three movements. However, this boxing method is very common. After a while, I will go to the escort agency in the city to ask for advice.

It can be completed.”

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