MTL - Ask Immortal Way-Chapter 12 Gathering medicine

　　 "I still have two elder brothers in my family, and my dad doesn't have to worry about passing on from generation to generation."

　　 Qin Sang tried his best to please, "Dao Master, you are so knowledgeable and skilled in medicine. You must be unusual in your previous status. What did you originally do?"

　　 "You are a Taoist priest at a young age, but..."

Jixin Taoist took a sip of tea and looked at the bright moon and said leisurely: "Your master, that is, the master who is a teacher, used to be an imperial physician, and was also very energetic. Unexpectedly, one time he used the wrong medicine and was almost beheaded. After being expelled from the palace, he was discouraged, became a monk, and called himself a wandering child. The name of the teacher was given by your master, and all his skills were learned from your master. So you want Remember, you will practice medicine alone in the future, and you must consider carefully when prescribing prescriptions and medications.

　　 Mingyue swallowed the snack in his mouth and said solemnly: "Tui'er got it."

　　 "The Taoist chief turned out to be behind the famous sect!"

　　 Qin Sang was full of admiration and offered tea to the Taoist Jiexin, "Master, the old man worshiped the imperial doctor and walked in the forbidden palace. He must know many secrets, right? Did he see the immortal master with his own eyes?"

The old Taoist shook his head, "I have never seen it before. However, when the master was an imperial physician, I heard many rumors that there was an immortal master who went in and out of the palace and made friends with the nobles. I'm afraid the immortal master can't escape the emotions and desires, and it's not detached."

　　 Qin Sang was surprised.

　　His inherent impression of the immortal cultivator is to drink the haze of the morning, dew, eat, escape from the famous mountains, rivers, and caves. A thousand years of dreams will pass, and mundane things will not be touched, and the leisure will not appear in front of others.

　　 was wrong!

　　 Are you going to the capital to try your luck?

The Taoist Jixin seemed to see through Qin Sang’s mind, and attacked: "Don’t be wishful thinking. Master, his old man has been an imperial doctor for more than 30 years. There are only a few legends. Besides, if the capital is really fate, won't those princes and grandsons fight for their heads, they can still get you in their turn?"

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　　 Looking up at the bright moon, Qin Sang sat on the bed and was silent for a long time while listening to the chanting of the master and apprentice.

　　 If fairy fate is so easy to encounter, wouldn't everyone in this world become immortals? In any case, I still have the "Netherworld Classic", and there is a glimmer of hope.

　　With this comprehension, Qin Sang temporarily put aside his unrealistic delusions and concentrated on comprehending the "Netherworld Sutra".

　　 Unknowingly, it is the winter season, and the old Taoists have taken in a few victims from the disaster, and the Taoist temple has gained a lot of popularity.

　　 The first snow fell suddenly on the mountain.

Qin Sang followed the old Taoist master and apprentice and went down to the free clinic. When he saw the victims who were frozen on the roadside, he couldn't bear it. Family member?

　　 They can only do something they can.

　　 Qin Sang squatted in Shiwa and burned the fire. The pot was filled with a large pot of herbs to fight the cold, boiled it into a soup, and distributed it to the victims.

　　 Absent-mindedly burning on fire, Qin Sang read "Netherworld Classic" silently in his heart from time to time.

Now he has thoroughly studied the "Netherworld Classics" and has considered every sentence of Scripture countless times. He has not changed a single sentence in the translation in the past few days. He has realized that he has understood the "Netherworld Classics" deeply enough, so he plans to start practicing tonight. !

　　 The snow has not melted, the bright moon is in the sky, and the night is like day.

　　 Several families living in Taoist temple are crowded into the front house, Qin Sang still lives by himself, don't worry about being discovered.

　　 He Jieyin sits back, and follows the guidelines in the "Netherworld Sutra" to settle down and try to practice cultivation.

The scriptures were already clear to his chest, but he could not get started after sitting for a few hours. Not only was his heart unable to calm down, but distracted thoughts grew. He was secretly anxious and wanted to eliminate the distracting thoughts in his mind, but suddenly realized that this thought was originally one of distracting thoughts. .

　　 The sky is about to dawn, and Qin Sang still cannot reach the realm that the heart is like still water and the body is hidden in the scriptures.

　　 Going down the mountain during the day for free consultation, practicing at night, practicing boxing sooner or later, Qin Sang’s life is boring and fulfilling.

　　 At this time, he has realized that no matter whether the "Netherworld" is the martial arts mental technique or the immortal cultivation technique, it is definitely not so easy to practice, he needs to have enough patience to do it.

　　 It was another day when he came back from the free clinic. Qin Sang was trying to figure out the "Netherworld Classic" in the room, and he saw Mingyue running up panting with porridge for two nights.

　　 "Brother, the master said that there are not enough herbs in Guanli. He will go to the mountain tomorrow to collect medicine, so you can pack your bags and go with him."

　　 Qin Sang stopped and looked at the mountains in the distance. The snow has been stopped for seven days. Today is a clear sky. After today, the snow on the mountains should have melted.

　　 Down the mountain free clinic, I have to boil several pots of soup every day, and the herbal medicine is consumed so badly. No wonder I have to go to collect medicine.

　　 There is no snow on the mountain, maybe there is ice on the road, Qin Sang is not relieved that the old Taoist priest will go up the mountain to collect medicine by himself, and he readily agreed, and returns to the house to clean up after he finishes the porridge.

　　 In fact, he has no possessions except for the ebony sword. The tools and food for medicinal collection are all prepared by Mingyue. He tied a cotton-padded jacket with cloth strips and brought a pair of thick cotton shoes, which is all the luggage. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 The next day, when the sky was still dark, Qin Sang followed the old Taoist priest.

Cuiming Mountain is okay. There is a way for people to walk down Cuiming Mountain. When you walk in, you will be completely barren mountains and forests. You have to follow the animal road and walk through the tall grasses. Even in the daytime, Qin Sang can also see If you don't go anywhere, you can only follow the old Taoist priests.

　　 Climbed from the valley to the middle of the mountain, and then turned around along the sheep intestine path on the cliff, then went down and up the mountain, and arrived at the foot of the legendary Mount Huanghuang at noon.

　　Walking this way, Qin Sang slipped and fell several times, walking with horror, but the old Taoist priest was as steady as Mount Tai. Qin Sang couldn't help wondering who the young man was.

　　 The itinerary is very tight, and I have to return to Taoist temple tomorrow night, so after climbing Mount Huanghuang, I will not stop picking medicine.

Listening to the weird roar from time to time in the mountains and forests, Qin Sang's heart tightened. The secret path Xiaoye will not seek immortality and die in the tiger’s mouth. Are you afraid that tigers and wolves will eat you?"

　　 "I have encountered mountain wolves. There is a fan of exorcism passed down by the master in the poor way, which can play a little role."

　　The old Taoist cloud was light and breezy, using a medicinal **** to fiddle with the weeds, "The herbs outside have been lighted long ago, and you can only go into the mountains. Don't you have martial arts by your side, what are you afraid of?"

　　 Qin Sang was holding a stick in his hand and couldn't help but feel guilty, "Sir, don't laugh at me, my superficial skills can't be on the stage."

　　 The old Taoist chuckled, "I think the boxing technique that Mingyue learned with you seems to be incomplete, isn't it incomplete?"

　　 "The Taoist leader has good eyesight."

Qin Sang said, "This "Fuhu Changquan" was taught to me by the elder brother who saved me, and only had time to teach me three styles. However, this method is very common. After a while, I will go to the **** board in the city for advice. It can be completed."