Luohou occupied a side hall, and then he needed to spend a long time in seclusion to temper his body.
Taiyi is on the ground.
From now on, he would probably take Xiao Wu and Yu Lang to entertain the pilgrims.
One Taoist priest and two Taoist boys, to a certain extent, actually corresponded to the situation back then.
"Qingyang Temple, is this the name of the sect?" Yulang stood next to Qin Sang, staring at the wooden plaque. Qin Sang had never told him the name of the sect before.
"yes."
Qin Sang nodded, "You still have brothers and sisters, but I don't know if you will have the chance to meet each other in this life."
Yulang was confused, "What are the names of senior brothers and sisters?"
"Your senior brother..."
Qin Sang paused and said, "He is your uncle's disciple, but he has always been regarded as a direct disciple. His name is Li Yuaxu, so you should regard him as your senior brother."
Then there are Mei Gu, Bai Hanqiu, and Shen Chen, the real apprentices.
As for Tan Yien and others, Qin Sang did not mention them.
Yulang carefully remembered it in his mind, and suddenly saw his master turning around and looking down the mountain.
After renovating the Taoist temple, Yulang was busy building roads, which at least allowed pilgrims to walk up the mountain, otherwise there would be no incense.
Yulang intermittently dug out some stone strips and slabs from the soil. There used to be an ancient road here, but now it is abandoned.
After cutting the weeds and resting for a while, it became a passable path. Yulang planned to build it all the way to the village at the bottom of the mountain. The road to the town has not yet been completed.
Now someone is coming up from the bottom of the mountain.
"Huh? Who repaired this temple?"
The person who came was a man wearing coarse cloth clothes and straw sandals, holding an ax in his hand. He must be a woodcutter who went into the mountains to chop wood.
Looking at the restored Taoist temple, the woodcutter was filled with surprise, and then he saw Qin Sang and Yu Lang in front of the Taoist temple.
"you……"
"This layman is very polite, and he is the disciple of Pindao Qingfeng." Qin Sang, like a mortal Taoist priest, bowed his head.
"Oh...the Taoist priest is polite..."
The woodcutter had never encountered such a scene before. He hurriedly returned the gift and pointed at the Taoist temple, "Is this done by the two Taoist priests?"
Qin Sang nodded, "The poor Taoist wandered here, and it was a pity to see the temple in such a dilapidated state, so he decided to repair the Taoist temple as a place to stay. This temple must be ownerless, right?"
"No owner! No owner!" The woodcutter waved his hands repeatedly, "This Taoist temple has been deserted since I can remember. Then it became more and more dilapidated, and no one came. Oops! You guys are really good at cultivating it!"
But when he saw the paintings on the window lattice, he was amazed.
"This apprentice, Pindao, has a lot of strength. He learned everything before becoming a monk. The most indispensable thing on the mountain is wood and stone. He pieced it together and mended it," Qin Sang said with a smile.
It was the first time that Yulang heard his master praise him. His face turned slightly red and he was a little excited.
"Good craftsmanship! Good craftsmanship!"
The woodcutter raised his thumb and praised him repeatedly. After admiring the outside, he pointed to the main hall and said, "Can you worship the gods?"
He remembered that the statues in the main hall had been beaten by wind and rain all year round and almost collapsed.
"The statue of the god has also been repaired according to its original appearance. After all, Pindao is a latecomer and takes up someone else's place, so he can't overwhelm him." Qin Sang stepped aside and raised his hand to signal.
"That's the truth."
The woodcutter didn't ask what kind of deity he was. No matter which deity he was, if he met one, he would be fine if he worshiped him. After that, he would say whether it was of any use.
Just as he was about to enter the Taoist temple, the woodcutter suddenly stopped, a little embarrassed, "I want to come up to cut wood, but I didn't bring any incense or money. How about..."
"No problem, Qingyang Temple will not charge money for incense in the future. There is free incense in the temple, and lay people can take it as they please."
"Don't charge for incense?"
The woodcutter was a little surprised. Even the Chenghuang Temple in the city charged money for incense. “If we don’t charge money, what will you eat?”
In these barren mountains and ridges, even if the land is cleared for farming, there will be no harvest until next year.
"A poor man with a little knowledge of medical skills can see a doctor and live on the medical fees."
While talking, Qin Sang thought about the days he spent at Qingyang Temple. Before he joined, Taoist Ji Xin used Mingyue to treat patients and relied on the meager medical fees to survive.
Treating diseases and saving people is definitely more attractive than Taoist temples, allowing Xiaowu to gain more exposure to popularity.
Facts have proved that Qin Sang's strategy is right and the effect is obvious. Xiao Wu is much more lively than before and no longer shouts to kill.
"Can the Taoist doctor see a doctor?"
The woodcutter's tone immediately changed. A doctor with excellent medical skills would be much more useful than a Taoist priest.
He secretly observed Qin Sang and found that he couldn't tell the age of the viewer. He looked young, but he had a unique temperament. The woodcutter couldn't tell what it was like. He only looked at those with status and knowledge.
I have seen it on people, and it makes people feel very at ease when they see it.
After receiving a positive answer, the woodcutter turned around and was about to run back, then he remembered that he had not offered incense to the gods yet.
The woodcutter patted his head, hurriedly entered the Taoist temple, and hurried out. Feeling sorry, he cut another bundle of firewood and brought it over. He left the firewood without any explanation, and quickly returned to the village and came to a house.
"San'er! San'er! I'm not at home!"
The door of the house opened, and a young man walked out. He was very thin, and his words made people feel weak, "Brother Zhuzhu, what's the matter?"
"How is your father? Let me tell you, I met a doctor who can cure diseases. Please take your father to see him quickly."
"this……"
The young man glanced into the room and hesitated, "Where is the doctor? How is it better than Dr. Liu? How much...how much does it cost?"
The last three words were spoken in a very small voice.
In order to treat his father's illness, he invited Dr. Liu from the town to come and bought several decoctions, but there was no improvement at all.
Doctor Liu concluded that his father would not survive more than a month and asked him not to waste his efforts, even if he was sent to the city.
In fact, his family had no money to go to the city to see a doctor. The few decoctions and medicines they paid were bought from the food sellers, and they didn’t know what they would eat in the future.
He can only leave his father to die.
"Don't worry, I asked, they don't charge much, and they can still pay on credit. Don't worry about where the doctor comes from, let them take a look, it's a dead horse..."
The woodcutter realized that what he said was unlucky, so he shut up quickly and rushed into the house without explanation. He saw a skinny old man lying on the bed, motionless, like a dead man, and he could hardly hear the sound of breathing.
If you take the old man up the mountain, you may die from the torment halfway.
"You wait at home. I'm going to ask if the doctor can be invited to the house." The woodcutter rushed out the door and ran back to Qingyang Temple without any trouble.
When he explained the situation, Qin Sang greeted him.
"Yulang, Xiaowu, take the medicine box and follow the master down the mountain."
"yes!"
Yulang consciously carried the medicine box on his back, which contained herbs just picked from the mountains, and followed Qin Sang side by side with Xiaowu.
Qingyang Medical Center is now open.
Several people walked down the mountain.
The Taoist temple is in the southeast of the mountain, and the village is at the foot of the mountain on the west side, so you need to make a detour.
There is a river that goes around the village. It is said that there were originally seven rafts on the river, so it was called Qipai Village. Now the river is almost dry.
There are many mountains and little land here, and the villagers are far from wealthy, but the village is very large, with thousands of households.
They went down the mountain and walked along the river bank towards the village. Yulang suddenly paused and looked across the river.
There is a bamboo forest on the other side of the river, and the sound of reading can be heard from inside.
"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is primitive.
The sun and the moon are full, the stars and constellations are arranged..."