MTL - Ask Immortal Way-Chapter 11 Teahouse
Qin Sang didn't know what the qi in the "Netherworld Classics" meant, and whether the true qi and internal strength mentioned by Bai Jianglan were the same thing.
In general terms, this "Netherworld Classic" is divided into six layers.
Except for cultivation, there is no nonsense in "Netherworld Sutra", and nothing else is involved at all. Qin Sang can't determine whether this is an inner gong mental method or a method of cultivating immortality.
I have arrived at the "Yam Luo Banner", which is about how to use that energy to control the Yama banner, but you need to practice the first level of the "Nether Sutra" before you can try it. The specific function of the Yama banner is not explained.
Reading through the whole article, Qin Sang was still in the mist, feeling dizzy, seeing it was late at night, so he had to go to rest first in no rush.
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The gates of the Three Witches City are loosely guarded, and Qin Sang and Mingyue both wore Taoist robes and easily mixed into the city.
Before entering the city, Qin Sang looked back, and saw that outside the city gate, it was already gathered into a town that stretched for tens of miles.
From the city gate, two or three-story high-rise buildings, low-rise stone houses, and thatched shacks, and finally a family with straw in the open.
There are countless victims from the north, most of whom don’t even have shelter from the wind and rain. Fortunately, Qin Sang saw a few wealthy households giving porridge along the way, and the victims were able to eat.
These days, Qin Sang clearly felt that there were more and more victims in Qingyangguan. He didn't expect that the ferry was overcrowded, and there were so many gathered outside Sanwu City. I don't know how they could survive this cold winter.
Qin Sang's eyes were green when he entered the city, and he hurriedly pulled Mingyue in. The two swallowed a tray of meat buns. After half-full, they wandered around. Wandering around the city.
Today is the auspicious day of the Yellow Dao, the Taoist Jiexin has two rituals to do, not the great ceremonies such as joy and mourning, the Dao Master can handle it by himself, and Qin Sang asks the Dao Master to take the Mingyue into the city to see the scenery.
At Qingyang Temple, Qin Sang chatted with patients and pilgrims, and heard more than once what happened to the Three Witch City.
I can see it with my own eyes. From the perspective of previous lives, the Three Witch City is naturally inferior to the modern metropolis, but in this era, it can also be regarded as the word Xiongcheng.
The two wore robes and swaggered across the city.
The bright moon has red lips and white teeth, and looks cute.
Although Qin Sang is the foundation of the peasants, Qin Sanwa has never suffered as a child, and she is quite fair. Coupled with Qin Sang's self-confidence and demeanor as a modern person, she is very proud of her actions, and she is not like a poor Taoist priest at all.
Two people walking together is very eye-catching.
Many people looked at them curiously along the way. Qin Sang didn’t think what was going on, but Mingyue was a little shy and followed him step by step. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She pulled Qin Sang’s clothes corner and asked secretly, "Brother, let’s go. Where do you want it?"
"Look for food first..."
Qin Sang's eyes fluttered everywhere, and when he encountered something he hadn't seen before, he would spend money to buy it, share it with Mingyue, and spend money all the way, because it was all enemies, and he didn't feel distressed.
Following the shabby old way, Mingyue has never eaten so many good things, with open eyebrows and a smile, jumping around Qin Sang, and gradually let go, but it feels distressed for Qin Sang, "Brother, you spent a lot of money today, the master said Money is not easy to make, you have to save some flowers and keep married women!"
Qin Sang pointed to the dim sum shop in front of him, "Do you want to eat it?"
Mingyue clenched his fists with both hands and knocked at each other, "Ah...that's just a little bit!"
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Coming out of the dim sum shop, Mingyue held a large bag of dim sum wrapped in oil paper and said that she would take it home to eat with Master.
Eating and walking all the way, Qin Sang has a deeper understanding of the world, and this is the real integration of Qin Sanwa's memory on himself.
Only a few streets away, Qin Sang's stomach is completely full, and some business opportunities are also seen on the road. He has the robbed money as a capital. It is not difficult to work hard. It is not difficult to mix up food and clothing, but Qin Sang can't be interested. .
Talking and laughing with Mingyue, turning around this street, a three-storey wooden building in front of you came in front of you. The wooden building is next to the Sanwu City Inner River, Yangliu Yiyi, and the signboard above has the words Honghulou written on it. , Is actually a teahouse.
From time to time, there were sound of gavel, deafening exclamation and laughter, Qin Sang knew it was because of the famous storyteller in the teahouse.
He rushed to this teahouse when he entered the city.
Wanting to inquire about the news is nothing more than looking for a chatting meeting place. What Qin Sang wants to know more is the legends of the gods and strangers around the Three Witch City, so he deliberately inquired about the Qingyang Temple and knew about Honghu Tower a long time ago.
Honghu Tower is the most famous teahouse in the South City of Sanwu City. The building is divided into three floors. The price of tea can be high or low.
Qin Sang sat down on the most crowded first floor, ordered a pot of tea, and listened to the storyteller on the stage.
‘Boom! ’
The chubby storyteller suddenly slapped the gavel, the fat on his face trembled, and the teahouse was suddenly silent.
"Speaking of this matter, there is a past incident that I have to mention. It is said that five hundred years ago, a hero named Wang Bin was convinced by my ancestor of the Sui Dynasty, Shenwu Emperor...This person is the descendant of Wang Daxia..."
Qin Sang listened to it for a while~www.novelbuddy.com~ This storyteller named Liu Jingting has a well-deserved reputation. He speaks of the ups and downs of the book, exciting, and the ordinary things through his mouth are also colorful.
But his heart is not here, his eyes turn around, and he is close to the tea guests on the left and right.
The whole day was spent in the teahouse, and lunch was also eaten in the teahouse. Qin Sang did not hesitate to spend money, entertain guests and drink tea, and made many'friends', using words to guide them to talk about the legends of gods and ghosts circulating in the city of Three Witches.
Liu Jingting tells the book on stage, the following group of people tells old stories, Mingyue sits aside, hands guarding the snacks, listening with gusto, sitting withered all day is not too annoying.
When the sun slanted to the west, Qin Sang and Mingyue reluctantly left the teahouse, meeting with the Taoist Jiexin who had finished the ritual, and when they returned to the Qingyang Temple, they were already in twilight.
Before evening class, the three masters and disciples sat around the carbon basin to share snacks with the help of oil lamps.
Mingyue bit the fruit and saw Qin Sauna flipping through the Taoist scriptures, and suddenly asked: "Brother, why do you keep inquiring about the fairy legends on the mountain with those people during the day? Do you want to find immortals too?"
The old Taoist priest raised his eyelids.
Qin Sang raised his head and said with a smile: "God, who doesn't want to be? Unfortunately, none of these legends are reliable."
"Master said before that those who go to the deep mountains and rivers will definitely not find gods. Masters will not stay in places where birds don’t shit." The legends are all fake, don't believe them."
Qin Sang's eyes lit up and looked at the old way.
After eating a piece of snack, the Taoist Ji wiped his hands slowly and hummed: "Boy, if you want to find a fairyland in Cuiming Mountain, Xiao Dao advises you not to work hard, and quickly roll down the mountain to live your life honestly, so as not to cut you off, Qin. The incense of home."
