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　　 "There is no water in the well. Draught, washing and watering the garden all have to come up to carry water. The steps are high and slippery, making it particularly difficult to walk."

　　 Mingyue pouted her mouth, her tone of dissatisfaction, her little eyes peeked at Qin Sang.

　　 Qin Sang noticed Mingyue’s careful thoughts, and smiled slightly, “In the future, you will be responsible for washing and cooking, and you will leave these rough tasks to the seniors.”

　　 "Really!"

　　 Mingyue jumped up and clapped his hands happily, "Then we have to wait for the senior brother to heal his leg injury."

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

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

　　 There are unknowable secrets in him, and he wants to stay away from the Taoist Jiexin so as not to be discovered.

"Of course," Mingyue said, "Master is asking me to clean up all these rooms. Someone used to borrow houses from the mountains, but they all moved out. Now more and more victims are coming from the north. Master said that the weather is getting worse. It’s getting colder, take out the house, take in some people who have no place to live, and help them through the cold winter. Some temples on the mountain have already started. Master said that we don’t demand merits, but we must do good deeds."

　　 Qin Sang picked the house in the northeast corner of the middle, dusty and entangled with cobwebs.

In fact, three rooms are connected together, separated by a bamboo wall in the middle, and two interiors have old bamboo beds. Qin Sang chose the one on the farthest side, and the setting sun just came in, through the window, vaguely A section of the river can be seen from the mountains and the scenery is very good.

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

　　 There are no clocks, and Qin Sang doesn't know when. Seeing that Mingyue keeps yawning, he urges him to go back to rest.

　　Mingyue finally someone spoke, reluctantly, "Brother, I'm going to boil a pot of water. Hello, take a shower."

Qin Sang punched the tiger with a long punch, washed it, and listened carefully for a while. Taoist Jiexin and Mingyue were already asleep. Only then did they carefully cover the doors and windows, and took out the few things on his body with a ray of moonlight for inspection. .

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

　　 Tips and sheepskin, there is really no name, so I had to put it aside.

　　 Picking up the ebony sword in one hand, Qin Sang frowned, really can't figure out how this small wooden sword became a flying sword.

　　The artifact drips blood to recognize relatives?

　　 This thought has been wandering in Qin Sang's mind for a long time, and he was cruel, cut a hole in his finger with a bamboo piece, and dropped a drop of blood on the ebony sword.

　　 Regardless of finger pain, Qin Sang looked at the ebony sword expectantly, only seeing blood dripping up, and then sliding down Guanghua's sword.

　　 Qin Sang opened his eyes and dropped blood to the ground, fainting.

　　 Qin Sang was not reconciled, touched the Yan Luo banner, so he repeated the technique, and finally tried the kit and sheepskin, but none of them responded.

　　 "Damn, those who write novels are all liars!"

　　 Qin Sang cursed secretly and picked up the book, the last hope.

　　 "Netherworld Classic", the first three big characters in the book, a dozen thin pages, every sentence is obscure, and there are many words in it. Qin Sang 囫囵 turned to the end and found that the last two pages contained a "Yan Luo Banner", and the content was also unreadable.

　　 At least this book is related to Yamaha.

　　 The man in black died with the young man with the help of Yama banners. It must be an artifact of the fairy family!

Thinking that this book is very likely to be the Scripture for Immortality, Qin Sang's heart suddenly became hot, but he also realized that even if it is really a cultivation method, he must read and understand it. Otherwise, if he gets into trouble, he won't know how to die. .

The prerequisite for 　　 to understand is to recognize words. It seems that I really have to settle down and study the classics in Qingyangguan for a period of time.

　　 This Taoist temple in the mountain is very quiet, and there are food and drink, it doesn't matter if you stay, and you have to sort out your confused thoughts.

　　 Although he inherited Qin Sanwa's memory, Qin Sang did not have such unforgettable feelings for Qin Sanwa's relatives, and now Qin's father and Qin mother definitely thought that he had died in the hands of the bandits.

　　 It’s okay if you don’t see it, you can make up for it later if you have a chance.

　　 He doesn't want to go back to Wang's Village. Even if he doesn't ask for immortality, he doesn't want to be trapped in such a place and live a mediocre life.

　　 If he hadn't seen Yijian Feixian with his own eyes, Qin Sang would be the same as in his previous life. What he seeks is nothing more than wealth, fame and fortune.

　　Bai Jianglan said that immortals are hard to find, but this "Netherworld Classic" has given Qin Sang hope. Maybe he really has a chance...

　　 My thoughts were confused, I didn't know when I fell asleep, and I had no dreams all night. The next day Qin Sang was awakened by the sound of a bird, and the sky was bright.

　　 Qin Sang hurriedly got up, packed up, and went down with a walking stick. As soon as he arrived at the back door of the Qingyang Palace, he heard the sound of chanting and wooden fish coming out of it.

　　 cautiously walked in and saw that Taoist Ji Xin and Ming Yue were doing morning classes before the incense table. Three people seeking medical treatment had already arrived in the hall, as well as a layman, reciting sutras with Taoist Ji Xin.

　　 Qin Sang didn't dare to disturb him, so Mingyue glanced at him obliquely, UU reading www. uukanshu.com winked at him and motioned for him to go ahead.

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

　　 washed his face, smashed the porridge into his stomach, and a busy day began.

　　With Qin Sang's help, the pressure on the two Jixin Taoists and apprentices suddenly decreased a lot.

　　 Qin Sang didn't understand medicine, and sat behind the desk, helping to record and grind herbs.

　　 Old-fashioned diagnosis, prescribing prescriptions, drawing symbols, resolving signs, fortune-telling, reciting scriptures and praying, can be described as versatile.

　　 Mingyue is very busy receiving patients and pilgrims, boiling water, grabbing medicine, and cooking.

　　 Unknowingly, it was getting late, and the last patient was sent away, Mingyue bolted the door of Taoist temple, and the master and apprentice divided the work to clean the messy hall.

　　 "Today is the seventh day of the seventh lunar month," the old Dao took a look at the almanac for a while, then flipped through a few pages of account books, and said, "The poor Dao will go down the mountain tomorrow. There are two small ceremonies to do. You stay and take care of the Taoist temple."

With that said, the Taoist Jiexin got up and turned over the medicine cabinet, "On the ninth and tenth day of the ninth and tenth day, the poor road is going to Huanghuang Mountain to collect medicine. If there is a patient going up the mountain, the minor illness will come to see the moon, and if they are uncertain, let them go to the eleventh day. Come again. Let’s cook and make evening class after dinner."

　　 "Yes, Master."

　　 Qin Sang followed Mingyue out, and saw that Mingyue's face was a little disappointed. After asking, he realized that the Taoist Jiexin had to go up the mountain every month to collect medicine. The Huanghuang Mountain that I went to this time was deep in the mountains. The mountain was steep and there were many rare herbs.

　　 In addition to treating illnesses and saving people, on auspicious days, households will ask Jixin Taoists to go down the mountain to do things.

　　 This business can make money, but it can't rob the monks and Taoist views in front. In general, the Taoist people of Jixin will bring the bright moon down the mountain for a long time.

　　 Qin Sang knew that the Taoist Ji Xin was still worried about him.