Inquiry about immortality

Chapter 9 Netherworld Sutra

"There is no water in the well, so I have to come up to fetch water for drafting, washing, and watering the garden. The steps are high and slippery, making it extremely difficult to walk."

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

Qin Sang noticed Mingyue's careful thinking and smiled slightly, "You will be responsible for the laundry and cooking in the future, junior brother, and leave these rough jobs to senior brother."

"Really!"

Mingyue jumped up and clapped her hands happily, "That will have to wait until the brother's leg is healed."

Children are really easy to buy, and Mingyue became close to Qin Sang at once.

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

He has hidden secrets on him, and he wants to stay away from Taoist Jingxin so as not to be discovered.

"Of course," Mingyue said, "Master is just asking me to clean up all these rooms. Some people used to go up the mountain to borrow houses to live in, and then they all moved out. Now more and more disaster victims are coming from the north, Master said that the weather is getting worse and worse. It's getting colder, take out the house, take in some people who don't have a place to live, and help them through the cold winter. Some temples on the mountain have already begun to do it. Master said that we don't ask for merit, but do good deeds."

Qin Sang picked the house in the northeast corner, which was full of dust and cobwebs.

In fact, three rooms are connected together, separated by bamboo walls in the middle. There are old bamboo beds in the two rooms. Qin Sang chose the one on the far side. From the mountains to see a section of the river, the scenery is very good.

……

The food was green vegetables, pickles, and wotou. After eating and drinking the herbs that Mingyue helped him cook, the two went up to clean the room together. The bamboo bed was also replaced with new bamboo, and the bedding was laid. It was already late at night.

Without a clock, Qin Sang didn't know what time it was. Seeing that Mingyue kept yawning, he urged him to go back to rest.

Mingyue finally got someone to speak, and she reluctantly said, "Senior brother, I'm going to boil a pot of water, please take a bath."

Qin Sang punched the tiger and washed clean. After listening carefully for a while, both Taoist Jixin and Mingyue had already fallen asleep, so he carefully closed the doors and windows and took out a few things on his body with a ray of moonlight. .

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

He can think of countless uses for the kit and sheepskin in an instant, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't open the kit, and everything will be forgotten.

Just put it aside.

Picking up the ebony sword in one hand, Qin Sang frowned, do you want to drip blood?
This thought had been lingering in Qin Sang's mind for a long time, but when he was ruthless, he cut a hole in his finger with a bamboo blade, and a drop of blood dripped on the ebony sword.

Ignoring the pain in his fingers, Qin Sang looked at the ebony sword expectantly, only to see blood dripping onto it, and then slide down along Guanghua's sword.

Qin Sang fainted as he watched the blood drop to the ground.

Qin Sang was not reconciled, so he felt Yan Luofan and repeated his tricks. In the end, he even tried the kit and sheepskin, but none of them responded.

Qin Sang scolded secretly and picked up the book.

The Book of Netherworld, the first three big characters in the book, with a dozen or so thin pages, each sentence is obscure and difficult to understand, and there are many words in it that are not recognizable.Qin Sang turned to the end and found that there was an article "Yan Luofan" on the last two pages, and the content was also incomprehensible.

At least this book is related to Yama.

The man in black died with the help of Yan Luofan and the young man, it must be an artifact of the fairy family!

Thinking that this book is very likely to be the scripture of cultivation of immortals, Qin Sang's heart suddenly became hot, but he also realized that even if it is really a way of cultivation, he must understand it, otherwise, if he goes into trouble, he will die without knowing how to die. .

The premise of reading is literacy. It seems that I really need to calm down and study scriptures in Qingyangguan for a period of time.

This Taoist temple in the middle of the mountain is very quiet, and there is food and drink.

Although he has inherited Qin Sanwa's memory, Qin Sang does not have such unforgettable feelings for Qin Sanwa's relatives, and now Qin's father and Qin's mother must think that he has died at the hands of a bandit.

It’s okay if you don’t see it, I’ll have the opportunity to make up for it later.

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

If he hadn't seen Yijian Feixian with his own eyes, Qin Sang would have pursued nothing more than wealth, sex, power, fame and fortune, just like in his previous life.

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

Confused, he fell asleep at an unknown time, and he had no dreams all night. The next day Qin Sang was woken up by the sound of birds, and the sky was already bright.

Qin Sang got up in a hurry, packed up and went down with a cane. As soon as he arrived at the back door of Qingyang Palace, he heard the sound of chanting scriptures and the sound of wooden fish.

Walking in cautiously, I saw Daoist Jixin and Mingyue doing morning lessons in front of the incense table. There were already three people seeking medical treatment in the hall, and a lay Buddhist, who followed Daoist Jixin and chanted sutras.

Qin Sang didn't dare to interrupt, but Mingyue glanced at him sideways, winked at him, and motioned for him to go forward.

Qin Sang understood, nodded to the person seeking medical treatment, walked to the firewood room in the courtyard, and saw a bowl of miscellaneous porridge reserved for him on the stove, still hot.

After washing my face, I put the porridge into my stomach, and a busy day began.

With Qin Sang's help, the pressure on the master and apprentice of the Taoist Jixin was reduced a lot.

Qin Sang didn't know medical skills, so he sat behind the desk and helped record and grind herbs.

He is an all-rounder who diagnoses, prescribes, draws talismans, unraveling fortunes, fortune-telling, chanting scriptures and praying for blessings.

Mingyue receives patients and pilgrims, boils water, prescribes medicine, and cooks. She is also very busy.

Before I knew it, it was getting late, the last patient was sent away, Mingyue bolted the door of the Taoist temple, and the three masters and apprentices divided the work to clean the messy hall.

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

Saying that, Daoist Jixin got up and turned over the medicine cabinet, "On the ninth and tenth day of the first day, the poor Taoist will go to Huanghuang Mountain to collect medicine. If there are patients who go up the mountain and see the bright moon for minor illnesses, if they are not sure, let them go to the eleventh day. Come again. Let’s cook, and do dinner after dinner.”

"Yes, Master."

Qin Sang went out with Mingyue, and saw Mingyue's face was a little disappointed. After asking, he found out that Daoist Jingxin goes up the mountain every month to collect herbs. This time, Huanghuang Mountain is deep in the mountains.

In addition to treating illnesses and saving people, every auspicious day, there will be families who invite the Taoist monks to come down the mountain to practice deeds.

This business can make money, but it can't compete with the monks and Daoguan in front. Generally, when doing things, the Taoist Jixin brings Mingyue down the mountain to learn a lot.

Qin Sang knew that Taoist Jingxin still didn't trust himself.

　I didn't expect that there would be brothers reading books and voting with such a small number of words. Thank you for your support.

　
(End of this chapter)