Ask about the Immortal Way

"Sir, are you here to offer incense or to treat an illness..."

A little Taoist priest who was only twelve or thirteen years old, probably the apprentice or assistant of the young Taoist priest, helped a woman fix her broken leg and hurriedly came up to meet her. When he looked up and saw Qin Sang's appearance, he suddenly felt as if he had seen a ghost.

His eyes were wide open, his face full of surprise.

Qin Sang's heart moved, "Little Taoist priest, do you know me?"

"Teacher...master..."

The little Taoist priest suddenly turned his head and shouted urgently to the young Taoist priest.

This shout attracted the attention of Qingyang Temple.

Everyone looked at Qin Sang suspiciously.

Qin Sang spread his hands with an innocent face, indicating that he was innocent and did not bully children.

"What are you doing out of surprise? Did you recite the Qing Jing Sutra in vain?" The young Taoist priest was diagnosing the pulse of an old man. He looked over with dissatisfaction and scolded him.

"Master...he...he is..."

The little Taoist pointed a finger at Qin Sang, his face flushed with anxiety and unable to speak a single word.

The young Taoist priest frowned slightly, followed the little Taoist priest's fingers and looked at Qin Sang, and then his expression suddenly changed, with an expression of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

"Old sir, please wait a moment..."

The young Taoist priest hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked hurriedly in front of Qin Sang. He cupped his hands and asked tentatively: "I am a poor Taoist, Li Yuaxe. I dare to ask the young master your name."

"My surname is Qin..."

Seeing their performance, Qin Sang could guess a little, so he asked without covering up, "What is your relationship with Mingyue?"

Being asked like this by Qin Sang, Li Yuaxu showed a look of shock on his face, and his tone was full of disbelief, "Taoist Priest Mingyue is the ancestor, are you... Uncle Qin?"

"Master?"

Qin Sang's heart sank, and his voice was dry, "Ming Yue has already..."

Li Yuaxu nodded with a heavy expression.

"call……"

Qin Sang let out a long breath and found that the patients in the main hall were all looking at this side eagerly. They might be curious about why the master of Qingyang Temple had such a young uncle.

Qin Sang shook his head and said to Li Yuaxe: "You go to work first, we will talk about it later."

"Disciple, obey!"

Li Yuaxu obeyed Qin Sangyan and went back to continue the diagnosis, but he was obviously a little absent-minded. Suddenly he remembered something and asked Qin Sang: "Uncle Qin, there will be more and more people seeking medical treatment in the future, and it may take a few hours. Before we can finish, why not let Jingtian take you to the back hall to rest first?"

"That's fine!"

Qin Sang nodded and followed the little Taoist priest into the back hall of Qingyang Temple. Seeing that the little Taoist priest was a little nervous facing him, he asked, "Your name is Jingtian?"

The little Taoist priest nodded and said nervously: "Reporting to my uncle, when the master picked up his disciple, it was midsummer at night, and fireflies were flying all over the sky, so he gave his disciple the Taoist name Sedum."

Qin Sang said "Oh" and asked again, "Where are the spiritual tablets of Taoist Ji Xin and Mingyue enshrined?"

"In the Patriarch's Palace..."

The so-called Patriarch Hall is actually very simple, with three spiritual tablets placed there.

Wandering Clouds, Silent Heart and Bright Moon.

The Qingyang Temple lineage started from Yun Youzi, who was a wild Taoist priest who became a monk on the way. He was self-taught and had no master in front of him, so there were only a few people, which seemed very weak.

Qin Sang sent Jingtian to the front to help, took down Yun Youzi's spiritual tablet, took out the incense stick next to it, lit one for Ji Xin and Ming Yue, and paid homage.

"You are all gone..."

Qin Sang said softly in an undetectable voice.

He sat cross-legged on the futon, lost in thought, and all kinds of memories of the past came to his mind. After coming to this world, he spent the most poverty-stricken and happiest time in Qingyang Temple.

Carefree and free.

Of the three 'Taoist priests' in Qingyang Temple, he is the only one left now.

Taoist Master Ji Xin was mortal. If he had lived to this day, he would have been over a hundred years old. Qin Sang was mentally prepared, but he did not expect that Mingyue would leave so quickly.

Next to the three spiritual tablets, there was a wooden box. Qin Sang found his portrait inside, signed Mingyue.

Unfolding the portrait, Qin Sang smiled knowingly.

In the portrait, he is wearing a wrinkled Taoist robe and is stained with dust. He is holding a pebble in his hand and staring intently at the birds in the sky. His hands are ready to go, as if he can kill a bird at any time. Tooth-beating ceremony.

The portrait is so lifelike that no wonder master and apprentice Li Yufu recognized him at a glance.

…

The sun moved to the center little by little.

Jingtian was making lunch and came in to ask Qin Sang what he liked to eat.

"Let's make a bowl of mixed porridge," Qin Sang said.

…

It wasn't until evening that Li Yuaxu finished looking at the patient and hurried over, "Junior, I've been negligent. Please forgive me, Master Qin."

Qin Sang looked at him with a half-smile, "Who told you to call me uncle?"

Li Yuaxu didn't expect Qin Sang to ask such a question, so he said "ah", "It's the master's order."

Qin Sang smiled and shook his head. He did not officially become a disciple back then, and Taoist Master Ji Xin might have noticed that this was not his intention, and he never mentioned accepting a disciple.

The so-called senior brother's words are just to deceive Mingyue and take advantage.

Unexpectedly, he always remembered.

"Since you are a master, why didn't you put my spiritual place on it?" Qin Sang asked again.

Li Yuxu quickly replied: "Master said that Master, if you go to seek immortality, you will definitely become an immortal and become immortal. I just want my disciples to remember you in their hearts..."

Qin Sang said ‘hmm’.

It seems that he faked his death that night and did not hide it from the eyes of Taoist Master Ji Xin.

Thinking of this, he took the initiative to tell his whereabouts that year and asked: "...Later I came to Cuiming Mountain and learned that I knew Chang and Mingyue had gone away. I also sent my subordinates to various countries to search, but they couldn't. I found them, but I wonder where they have been? When did they come back?"

Li Yuaxe said.

"After the master and the master left Cuiming Mountain, they took a boat down the river and traveled to various countries, treating diseases and saving people along the way. Finally, they settled down in the Chen Kingdom at the end of the Wuling River.

"At that time, the plague was rampant in the Chen Kingdom. They ignored their own safety and administered medicine to diagnose diseases. They even did not hesitate to contract the plague themselves and found the right medicine, which resulted in countless lives.

“The local people were grateful for the master and his kindness and built a shrine for them, which is still offering incense and offerings to this day.

"My disciple is also from the Chen Kingdom. When he was an infant, he lost his parents and was taken in by his master.

"When Master got old and thought about his hometown, he took his disciples back to Cuiming Mountain to revive Qingyang Temple..."

Li Yuaxe spoke eloquently, and Qin Sang listened with rapt attention.

No wonder Master Jixin and his disciples have not been found. They have traveled so far. The Kingdom of Chen is far away at the end of Wuling River.

When Li Yuxu talked about Wanjiasheng Temple, his tone was full of pride.

Qin Sang also sincerely admires the kindness and persistence of Master Jixin and his disciples. They have never forgotten their thoughts, and they deserve the Wanjia Sheng Temple.

He couldn't help but think that as long as the sacrifices and incense continued, Taoist Ji Xin and Mingyue would gradually become gods in the hearts of the local people and would be remembered forever.

Is this also a kind of immortality?