After a while, Qin Sang recovered, gasping for air, and opened his eyes, which were full of horror.
The severe pain in my meridians gradually disappeared, but I still felt a lingering fear when I thought of the horrific scene just now.
At this time, Qin Sang suddenly heard the sound of chirping birds outside. He turned around and saw that the sky was slightly bright outside, and it was already dawn.
Qin Sang couldn't help but be secretly surprised. He was completely focused on cultivation, and it only lasted a few weeks. It felt like it only took an hour at most, and it actually passed overnight.
Someone was walking around outside and talking softly. Qin Sang didn't dare to continue, so she lay down with her clothes on and fell into a deep sleep.
After several days of trying, Qin Sang gradually figured out the rules of the "Netherworld Sutra". Now he can only urge the energy to circulate in the body for nine weeks at most. If he does more, he will be interrupted by severe pain.
If it is forced to run, the meridians will feel like they are being torn apart, and the pain will penetrate into the bone marrow.
As a result, Qin Sang could only hope to break through to the second level of the technique. Unexpectedly, a month had passed, and the energy had only grown a little. He didn't know how long it would take to break through.
What made Qin Sang even more frustrated was that the energy didn't seem to improve his martial arts. He threw a punch with all his strength, and the force was about the same as before, and he could even hit wooden stakes.
However, over the past month, Qin Sang found that his body had changed. This change was subtle and he was not aware of it at first.
Two days ago, the trap he made captured a wild bird. He wanted to roast it over the fire and eat it, but he accidentally let it break free when untying the rope buckle.
The bird soared into the sky, and Qin Sang subconsciously picked up a stone and threw it at it, hitting it right away.
Qin Sang was shocked by his accuracy and stayed there.
He could actually see the flight path of the bird clearly. In his eyes, it was as if the bird's speed had slowed down, and he could instantly tell which direction it would fly next. This was absolutely impossible in the past.
possible.
Because of this incident, Qin Sang couldn't help but think of all the details about himself.
My digestion is getting better and better, and my appetite has increased greatly, not to mention things like that.
Not only his eyes, his ears are also much smarter than before, and he can hear clearly even small movements in the distance.
Martial arts training also requires physical exercise. He and Mingyue used stone hammers, wooden stakes and other exercises. No matter how careful they were, they would inevitably be injured. Vulnerable parts such as joints and lumbar vertebrae would be difficult to heal once injured. They would pop up to remind you from time to time.
.
During this time, all the old injuries on Qin Sang's body seemed to have disappeared, and they didn't bother him for a long time.
There are also some very complicated moves in "Fuhu Changquan", which he can now easily do. His body's flexibility is gradually getting better, and his boxing skills have improved greatly.
And so on, after Qin Sang thought about it carefully, he realized that the Netherworld Sutra had brought him so many benefits.
If this improvement continues, his physical fitness will far exceed that of ordinary people.
"With this kind of magical effect, no matter how slow my practice of the Netherworld Sutra is, I will continue to persevere."
Qin Sang led the donkey, humming a song and thinking to himself.
The donkey was carrying a bag of coarse grains. Since the Taoist temple had taken in several families of victims, the old Taoist priests had helped them from time to time. The food in the Taoist temple was eaten very quickly, and the price of food outside was rising rapidly. Qin Sang felt that sooner or later, the dozens of taels of silver he had on hand would
You also have to contribute.
Driving the donkey into the Taoist temple, Qin Sang exclaimed, "Mingyue, why are you bringing a broken vat out?"
"Brother, come and help me!"
Mingyue seemed to have seen a savior, and shouted breathlessly, "Master asked me to move the vat from the woodshed to Qingyang Hall, saying it would be useful at night."
Since it was Taoist Master Jixin's order, Qin Sang quickly tied the donkey and asked Mingyue to help.
This clay jar is very large and can accommodate people inside. Although Mingyue practices martial arts with Qin Sang and eats meat, her body is stronger than before, so it is very difficult to move it.
I heard that when Qingyang Temple was prosperous, this vat was used to hold sesame oil. Now that Qingyang Temple has become a dilapidated Taoist temple, there are not so many oil containers. It has been kept in the firewood shed and is filled with pine needles that can ignite fires.
The pine needles inside were all cleaned out and scrubbed by Mingyue. I don’t know what the old Taoist priest used them for.
Qin Sang asked Mingyue, but Mingyue was also confused. She only said that the master had gone up the mountain to collect medicine, and that was what he had given before leaving.
The two of them spent a lot of effort to move the large vat into the Qingyang Hall. According to Taoist Master Ji Xin's instructions, they made a base with two stones and moved the vat up.
Qin Sang secretly wondered whether the old Taoist priest wanted to use this vat to boil herbal medicine?
He had to use bamboo pipes to bring down this big tank, otherwise Mingyue would be exhausted from carrying water.
In the evening, Taoist Master Ji Xin came back from collecting herbs. The basket was only half filled with herbs, so Mingyue closed the front and back doors of Qingyang Hall and got busy.
Qin Sang squatted aside and sorted the herbs, and found that it was the first time for him to see most of the herbs, and they were all rare herbs of extraordinary value.
Ji Xin Taoist priest mostly treats minor illnesses such as bruises, wind, cold, dampness and heat, etc. He uses more than ten kinds of herbs. Qin Sang followed the old Taoist priest up the mountain several times, and they all used those medicines, but this time the old Taoist priest used them.
Taoist priests collect new medicines.
After sorting the herbs, Taoist Master Jixin sat behind the long desk and wrote a prescription for Mingyue to take. Qin Sang leaned over to take a look. It was a new prescription. The medication was very complicated. With the superficial medical theory in his mind, it was completely
can't read.
"Taoist Priest, what is your prescription for?"
Seeing the confusion on Qin Sang's face, Taoist Master Jixin explained: "Although I am not good at martial arts, I also know the principle of being poor in culture and rich in martial arts. You and Mingyue practice martial arts all day long, which consumes a lot of money. No matter how much game you eat, it will be difficult to lose it."
If the vitality is replenished, it will inevitably leave behind disasters. This prescription is an ancient prescription that the poor master got when he was an imperial doctor. It has the effect of strengthening the body and cultivating the vitality, and is suitable for people who practice martial arts. However, this prescription is used to make medicine.
Bathing is not allowed orally. You prepare the medicine according to the prescription, fill a large tank with water, and boil the remaining 70% of the medicinal soup. When the water temperature drops, go in and soak for half an hour. Once a day in the morning and evening, add water repeatedly. It can be used for seven days.
Change to new medicine.”
Hearing that there was such a good thing, Qin Sang naturally would not refuse. He kept the prescription in his heart and couldn't help but sigh, "Taoist Master, how many good things do you have hidden in your hand?"
The Taoist Master of Jixin closed his eyes and rested.
Qin Sang and Mingyue were busy, quickly preparing the medicine and filling it with water. They boiled the medicine according to the old Taoist's instructions, and when the water temperature dropped slightly, they couldn't wait to jump in.
"ah!"
It was the first time in his life that he took a hot bath and immersed his neck in the hot medicinal soup. Qin Sang felt so comfortable all over his body. The fatigue all over his body suddenly disappeared and he couldn't help but let out a moan.
Mingyue was not as resistant to the heat as Qin Sang, so she tentatively went in, but seeing the relief on Qin Sang's face, she endured the heat and jumped in.
Mingyue is young and not tall, so the two of them don't feel crowded together.
The temperature in early spring was still cold, so soaking in the hot medicinal soup was a real pleasure. Qin Sang pressed the back of his head against the edge of the vat, wanting to fall asleep.