MTL - Ask Immortal Way-Chapter 7 Jiexin Taoist

　　 When the boat arrived at the dock, Qin Sang also listened to the old man telling a lot about the deeds of the Jixin Taoist.

　　 Cuiming Mountain Qingyang Temple flourished at first, and then gradually declined. Guanzhong Taoist priests left one after another, only a few veteran Taoists were left, and they gradually grew old and died.

　　The Taoist Temple was not repaired, it was getting more and more dilapidated, and overgrown with weeds. If it were not for the Taoist of Jixin, within a few years, the Qingyang Temple would only be left in ruins.

　　Jiexin Taoist's most popular thing is not his status as a master, but his heart of benevolence and righteousness.

　　 After he took over the Qingyang view with a little apprentice, instead of asking for incense, he went up to the mountains to gather medicine and administer medicine to the poor to cure diseases.

　　 Some people have bruises, wind, cold, dampness and heat, and they only ask to come to the door. The Jixin Taoists will treat them carefully. The medical skills may not be very good, but the consultation fee is very low.

　　 If you really have no money, you can also keep accounts, but if you don't pay it back for three to five years, he won't ask for it. His reputation gradually spread. In addition, he was given the name of a living **** with his status as a Qingyang Guanzhu.

The old man parked the boat in front of the dock, and while holding Qin Sang disembarking, he persuaded him: "Brother Qin's leg injury is not serious, and the living **** will be able to help you diagnose and treat, but Cuiming Mountain is between Sanwu City and the ferry, passing from here. Ten miles away, you have to walk the mountain road. Brother Qin has to hire a car. The little old man knows a few coachmen and guarantees that the price is fair..."

　　 Qin Sang declined the old man's kindness, and limped into the crowd with a wooden stick under the old man's disappointed eyes.

　　Walking in the crowd, hearing the accent from the north to the south, Qin Sang secretly said that the city of Three Witches is indeed well-deserved.

　　 Affected by a leg injury, Qin Sang stopped and went, really making him hear the accent of his hometown. Zhang Mu looked over and saw several people in silk and satin on the shore directing heavy workers to load the ship.

　　 Watching them load a cargo and sail away from the river bank, Qin Sang turned around resolutely and walked into a restaurant without saying a word.

　　 After eating delicious river fish and fresh fish, Qin Sang sat on the second floor, blowing the river breeze, holding a tea cup and looking out the window at the narrow river and the busy living beings. He was stunned for a while.

　　 "Store, check out!"

　　 Qin Sauna took out a grain of silver, watched the shopkeeper weigh it with his son, pinched the copper coins he found, and asked: "If there is a shopkeeper, I want to go to the Three Witch City. I don’t know where I can hire a carriage?"

The shopkeeper took a look at Qin Sang and pointed out the door, "Go straight west along this street. At the end, there are more than a dozen car dealers crowded together, all of whom are engaged in serious business. The carriage at Dadukou."

　　 Maybe it’s Qin Sang who eats a lot, the shopkeeper kindly reminded, "This year... it's better not to go on the road alone, you should hire a few people together, it will be cheaper."

　　From the first intersection to Sanwu City, the terrain is high all the way, and several major ferry crossings have to take this road when entering the city. There are many pedestrians on the road, the road is wide and flat, and the carriage is not bumpy.

　　 Qin Sang got off the car at the foot of Cuiming Mountain and looked up at the high mountains in front of him. The road on the mountain looked a bit dangerous, his legs and feet were not flexible, and he was a little confused.

　　 The mountains on both sides of the Wuling River are undulating, and Cuiming Mountain is just a peak in this long mountain range, and it is not very conspicuous among the mountains.

　　 However, Cuiming Mountain has its own unique spiritual beauty and charm. Between the dense forests on the mountain, there are sometimes raised eaves and corners of temples and platforms, and occasionally the long sound of bells echoes in the mountains and forests, clearing people's hearts.

　　 Qin Sang heard from the coachman a few strange and enchanting legends in Cuiming Mountain, and he did not know whether these temples and Taoist temples chose Cuiming Mountain because of various legends, or whether they had these legends after they came.

　　 Qin Sang reluctantly climbed halfway, and met a few people who had gone to Qingyangguan for medical treatment, and with their help, he came down to Qingyangguan, which is located halfway through the back mountain.

　　 Qin Sang leaned on a stick and stood still in front of the gate of Qingyangguan.

　　The scale of Taoist Temple is really not small. The Taoist Temple is surrounded by large bamboo forests. The afternoon sun is not hot, the bamboo leaves are rustling, and the cool breeze is blowing.

Because the mountain is steep, you can see the inner floors from outside the view. The architectural style is similar to the Taoist temples that Qin Sang has seen in his previous life, but they are all very dilapidated. The roof shingles are everywhere, and the thatch under the tiles is a The clusters are exposed, and it is estimated that there are few leaks.

　　Standing outside can hear the voice inside, and there are not many people.

　　 Qin Sang moved in step by step along the bluestone steps. The stone bar on the door lintel was engraved with the words ‘Qingyang View’. Two pieces of decayed wooden doors were hung diagonally on both sides, and the knockers on them were covered with rust.

　　 Entering the door is a large courtyard with haystacks, donkey pens, ancient wells, rolls, millstones, and stone mortars. There are two large gardens. The small vegetable grows, and the large vegetable grows inside. Qin Sang doesn't know what it is. It is probably herbal medicine.

　　 A few high steps behind the courtyard, above it is a hall, the largest and most magnificent hall in the entire Qingyang Temple, and the best repaired.

On a wooden plaque on the Great Hall of 　　, the big characters of Qi Jin read-Qingyang Hall, and the paint on the words is about to fall off.

　　 is not a place where gods live.

Qin Sang sighed secretly and was about to go in. Three people inside opened the door. Two ragged men stood with a pale old woman. They turned their heads and thanked them again and again, promising to send the consultation fee next month. Come.

　　Qin Sang knew that this world really has gods, and he dared not be disrespectful, so his expression naturally became solemn, and he walked into the Qingyang Palace lightly. UU reading www. uukahnshu. com

　　 The main hall is empty, and the large paintings on the walls are peeling off, mottled, and it is impossible to see what was originally painted.

　　Only the three statues in the main hall are as bright as new, and the lacquer and engravers are extremely exquisite.

　　 There is a stick of incense burning on the table, the smoke is curling, and the room is full of sweet fragrance.

On the side of the 　　 offering table, there is a long table, two cabinets, one filled with medicine and one full of scriptures. Behind the long table is a thin old man sitting like loose, giving an old man pulse.

　　 The old hair and beard are all white, the face is not old, the eyes are especially bright, scorching, and a long white beard hangs down to the chest, which is really a fairy style. He was wearing a cyan robe, which was washed a little white, but very clean.

　　 On his right hand is pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and on his left hand is a medicine box, as well as strange tools such as medicine hoes, cinnabar, yellow paper, and sticks.

　　He is the Taoist Jiexin, Qin Sang thought.

　　 "My son, do you come to offer incense or cure?"

　　 Qin Sang looked over at the sound, and saw a small Taoist priest walking out from the crowd waiting for medical treatment. He was 13 or 14 years old. The Taoist robe looked a little big and funny, and his appearance was white.

　　 I remembered that the old man punting said that the Taoist Ji had a disciple, Qin Sang smiled on his face, "The little road leader is polite. My surname is Qin. I hurt my leg the day before yesterday. Ask the Taoist leader to help."

　　 The little Taoist took a small wooden pier and said, "Master Qin, please sit down."

Qin Sang sat down, and the little Taoist lifted Qin Sang’s injured leg, reached out to touch the bone, and said: "Master Qin, your leg bones are not broken, maybe some bones are cracked, decoct some bone-building decoctions. It won’t take long to heal. If you are not in a hurry, you can sit and wait for a while and let my master look at it for you.”

　　 Qin Sang came to the old Taoist priest, and he naturally promised, "There is a hard work."