Ask about the Immortal Way

Qingyang Temple.

The population is more prosperous than before.

The red bird was sleeping soundly in its nest.

Luohou occupied a side hall, and then he needed to spend a long time in seclusion to temper his body.

Taiyi is in the underground cave.

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. 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 repairing 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 foot of the mountain. The road to the town was not yet completed.

Now someone is coming up from the bottom of the mountain.

"Eh? Who built 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, I am a Taoist Qingfeng. He is my disciple," Qin Sang, like a mortal Taoist, said with a sign.

"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 so 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 can piece it together and mend 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. Pindao is a latecomer after all. He occupies someone else's place and cannot take over the place." 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 what kind of deity he was, if he met one, it would be no problem to worship 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 chop wood, but I didn't bring any incense or money, or..."

"It's okay. 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.

"I am a poor man with a little knowledge of medical skills. I 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 Xiao Wu 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 he no longer shouts to kill.

"Can the Taoist doctor see a doctor?"

The woodcutter's tone immediately changed. A doctor with excellent medical skills was 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 in 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 gave off a lack of energy. "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, hesitating, "Where's the doctor? How is it better than Dr. Liu? How much...how much does he charge?"

The last three words were spoken in a small voice.

In order to treat his father's illness, he invited Dr. Liu from the town to come and bought several doses of decoction, 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 has no money to go to the city to see a doctor. The few soups and medicines they get are bought from the food sellers, and they don’t know what they will 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 any 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.

Taking the old man up the mountain, I'm afraid he will die 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, Xiao Wu, 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 Xiao Wu.

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 here but little land. 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 to 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 shining, the stars and constellations are arranged..."

Yulang was surprised to find that the master had also taught him this book, which was used to enlighten young children.

Two different countries, thousands of miles apart, read the same book.

He opened his mouth slightly and chanted silently.

"That's the school opened by Chen Xiucai, and this is the knowledge!'

The woodcutter gave a thumbs up and looked proud, "Everyone in the town sends their children to study. Even the rich and powerful families in the city invited Chen Xiucai to be their husband. But Chen Xiucai refused to go. People like our village." !”

Entering the patient's home, the young man looked embarrassed and uneasy. Qin Sang's words that he would not be charged for the treatment if the disease could not be cured made him completely relieved.

The young people in the house watched nervously as Qin Sang diagnosed the old man's pulse. Outside the house, there were villagers watching the fun, poking their heads.

The woodcutter boasted about his achievements and was eloquent. In order to increase his persuasion, he also praised Qin Sang.

"Yulang, get some paper and pen."

Qin Sang took some herbs from the medicine box, wrote down a few herbs that were not in the medicine box, and asked Yulang to go pick them in the mountains.

The young man hesitated to speak.

The woodcutter rushed into the house, "Taoist priest, can San'er's father be saved?"

"There is help. This old gentleman's body is seriously deficient. He needs to recuperate first and then treat his illness. Pindao has prescribed two prescriptions. When my apprentice gets the medicine, he will teach you how to decoct it." Qin Sang closed the medicine box and led the way. Xiaowu walked out.

Everyone was doubtful, Qin Sang didn't explain much and just went back to the mountain.

An hour later, Yulang picked up the new medicine and ran down the mountain. On the way, he dried the medicinal herbs with a spell he was not yet proficient in.

Returning to the patient's home, Yulang prepared the medicine himself.

The young man fed the medicine to the old man little by little.

After taking the medicinal soup with difficulty, the old man fell into a deep sleep. He did not spit out a mouthful of dirty blood as in the storybook and was cured of his serious illness.

Yulang knew that the master used only ordinary herbs and could not be compared with the elixir given to him.

"It seems that Master is really going to be a mortal doctor."

Yulang thought to himself, noticing that the old man's breathing gradually became easier.

Even if he only uses ordinary medicine, Qin Sang can see the lesions at a glance, and his precision in applying medicine is far inferior to that of mortal miracle doctors.

The young man and the woodcutter also noticed the changes in the old man.

"A miracle doctor! What a miracle doctor!"

murmured the woodcutter.

"Take it once in the morning and evening every day, and change it to another one after three days. I'll prepare it for you..."

Yulang took the trouble to remind the young man and pushed away the few coins he borrowed, "Master said, the medical fee should be recorded in the account first, and it will not be too late to pay it after your father recovers."

"Take good care of your father, and I'll send the little miracle doctor to you."

The woodcutter quickly followed him out and wanted to send Yulang back to the Taoist temple no matter what, so Yulang could only follow him.

When I walked to the river bank, I heard the sound of reading in the bamboo forest again.

Yulang made a mistake and walked to the other side through the wooden raft. The woodcutter saw that his expression was different and couldn't help but shut his mouth.

As soon as they reached the other side, two people suddenly walked out of the bamboo forest. They were obviously scholars, wearing white shirts and looking extraordinary.

"Brother Chen, please come back! I got to meet a great talent today. It's a worthwhile trip for Ye. I will definitely bother Brother Chen a lot in the future. I just hope Brother Chen doesn't get bored."

One of them cupped his hands, turned around and saw Yulang, his eyes lit up, "This mountain and water has actually raised such a smart Taoist boy. No wonder Brother Chen insists on living in seclusion here. It is really a treasure of Feng Shui."

"Brother Ye misunderstood..."

The other person was Chen Xiucai. After seeing off the guests, he turned around, cupped his hands slightly, and asked with a smile: "Brother Zhuzi, I heard that you invited a miracle doctor. Is this the little Taoist priest?"

"Have you also heard about Chen Xiucai?"

The woodcutter scratched his head and said excitedly, "The miracle doctor is the little Taoist priest's master! The little Taoist priest is also the little miracle doctor!"

"Yu Lang has met Mr. Chen."

Yu Lang was already a cultivator of immortality, but facing Chen Xiucai, who was obviously a mortal, he was as nervous as before when he faced the Master.

Chen Xiucai asked casually, but when he saw that the woodcutter's expression didn't seem to be fake, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

"Oh? Zhuo Jing has been feeling a little unwell. Could you please ask the Taoist Priest to take a look? Other doctors said it was dizziness."

Yulang hesitated for a moment, "You can give it a try. If I can't cure it, I'll ask the master again."

Chen Xiucai was overjoyed and immediately took Yulang into the school.

The family members live behind the school.

Passing through the school, the sound of reading can be heard. Children sit upright, holding books in their hands and shaking their heads.

Such a familiar scene, Yu Lang seemed to see the Master, patrolling with his hands behind his back, and if he saw anyone who was not paying attention, he would hit him with a ruler.

"The little Taoist priest also studied in the school?" Chen Xiucai looked at his expression and guessed.

Yulang nodded without explaining too much. He walked forward for a while and saw another bamboo building.

Chen Xiucai's reputation spread far and wide, and he was not only able to teach Mongolian children.

Some handsome young men in white clothes were chatting, comparing poems and painting in the bamboo house.

Entering the inner hall, I saw Mrs. Chen.

Chen Xiucai explained the whole story and asked Mrs. Chen to stretch out her wrist and take Yulang's pulse.

Mrs. Chen had seen too many doctors and had given up hope. But when she saw Yulang, a little Taoist boy, she fell in love with him more and more.

After becoming a disciple, Yu Lang's temperament has been changing subtly. Especially after entering the immortal path, he has become more spiritual, and the perseverance between his eyebrows is still there.

"It's a long way to go."

Mrs. Chen in front of her was much younger than the master's wife, but her voice was just as gentle and kind.

Let’s look at Chen Xiucai, who is as well versed in poetry as the Master.

Yu Lang's nose felt sore and he almost shed tears. He did not hesitate to transfer his spiritual power into Mrs. Chen's meridians.

Mrs. Chen had a serious illness while she was pregnant, which left behind a root cause that could not be cured by ordinary herbal medicines. It was not a serious problem, but it would damage her vitality if it lasted for a long time.

Yulang didn't feel sorry at all for wasting the spiritual power he had cultivated so hard.

In order not to have difficulty explaining, Yulang took out a few silver needles and pretended to prick the acupuncture points on Mrs. Chen's head a few times.

…

By the time Yulang returned to the Taoist Temple, the sun had already set in the Western Mountains and the sky was covered with darkness.

The hall was brightly lit with bright lights, and the fragrance of the elixir could be heard.

Yulang felt a little guilty and crept into the main hall. He saw a jar and a jar of boiled elixir placed in the hall.

"Go in and soak," Qin Sang said calmly, sitting cross-legged on the futon with his back to the palace door.

"yes!"

When Yulang saw his senior sister clinging to his master, seemingly asleep, the embarrassment in his heart subsided a bit, and he quickly entered the medicine vat, feeling relieved all over his body.

He leaned his head against the edge of the vat, feeling the strands of medicinal power seep into his body, cleansing his essence and marrow.

At night, in the quiet Taoist temple, there was only the crackling sound of firewood burning.

"What are you thinking about?" Qin Sang suddenly said, startling Yu Lang.

"Master...Master, I want to go down the mountain to study in my free time, is that okay?" Yulang looked like a child who made mistakes.

After all, who would want to read a book written by a mortal after practicing immortality?

"Can."

It went smoothly beyond Yulang's imagination, and the master directly agreed.

Qin Sang turned her head slightly, "Xiao Wu, do you want to go to school?"