Chapter 1936: Seeking Medical Treatment

on spirit, the Jiao dragon's soul, was nearly impossible to collect in Xiao Han Domain, so Qin Sang had always been content with whatever fate brought him. However, it wasn't difficult to find in the...Chongyang Temple

The population is more prosperous than in the past.

The Suzaku is fast asleep in its nest.

Luohou occupied a side hall and would need to spend a long time in seclusion, refining his physical body.

Tai Yi was in the earth pit.

After that, he mostly entertained the guests with Little Five and Yu Lang.

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A Taoist priest, two Taoist boys, in a way, also corresponded to the situation of that year.

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"Qingyangguan, is that the name of our sect" Yulang stood beside Qin Sang, gazing at the wooden plaque. Before this, Qin Sang had never told him what their sect was called.

"Yes."

Qin Sang nodded, "You still have senior brothers and sisters, but it is unknown whether you will have the chance to meet them in this life."

Yulang was confused. "What are my senior brother and sister called"

"Your eldest brother..."

Qin Sang pondered for a moment, “He is your master uncle’s disciple, but I have always considered him my direct descendant. His name is Li Yu-fu, you can just think of him as your eldest senior brother.”

Then there were Mei Gu, Bai Hanqiu, and Shen Chen, these were the ones who truly became disciples.

As for Tan Yi'en and others, Qin Sang did not mention them.

Yulang took it to heart, and suddenly saw his master turn around and look towards the mountain below.

After the Taoist temple was repaired, Yu Lang was busy repairing the road, at least allowing pilgrims to come up the mountain, otherwise where would the incense come from.

Yulan picked up broken pieces of stone and slabs from the ground. There used to be an ancient road here, but it’s now abandoned.

Having cleared the weeds and made a path, it was possible to walk on. Yulan planned to keep working until it reached the village at the foot of the mountain, connecting to the road to town. It wasn't finished yet.

Now, however, someone has walked up from the mountain.

"Huh Who repaired this temple"

The visitor was a man wearing coarse clothes and straw sandals, carrying an axe in his hand. He must be a woodsman who came to chop wood in the mountains.

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Seeing the repaired Daoist temple, the woodcutter was filled with astonishment. Then he saw Qin Sang and Yu Lang in front of the Daoist temple.

"You..."

“This esteemed gentleman is indeed courteous. I am Qing Feng, and this is my disciple,” Qin Sang said, bowing as an ordinary Taoist priest would.

“Oh oh... Daoist, you're so polite...”

The woodcutter had never encountered such a scene before. He stammered his greetings and pointed to the Daoist temple, "Did these two Daoists do this"

Qin Sang nodded. "As a wandering Taoist, I came here and saw that the temple was dilapidated, which is a pity. So I decided to repair it as a place to stay. This temple should be unclaimed, right"

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“Ownerless! Ownerless!” the woodcutter waved his hands repeatedly. “Ever since I was a child, this road has been deserted, and later it became even more dilapidated, with no one coming here anymore. Oh! You’ve done a really good job repairing it!”

But he was amazed by the painting on the window, and exclaimed in admiration.

"My apprentice is quite strong. Before entering the monastery, he learned everything. We have plenty of wood and stone on the mountain, so I pieced them together, mending and repairing as best I could," Qin Sang laughed.

Yulan blushed slightly upon hearing his master's praise for the first time, feeling a little excited.

"Good craftsmanship! Good craftsmanship!"

The woodcutter pointed upward with his thumb, praising again and again. After admiring the exterior, he pointed at the main hall, "Can you worship the gods"

He remembered the statues in the main hall were battered by wind and rain for years, almost all of them collapsed.

"The statue was also repaired to its original form. After all, I'm just a latecomer who has taken someone else's place. I can't steal the show," Qin Sang stepped aside and gestured with his hand.

"That makes sense."

The woodsman didn't ask what kind of immortal it was. No matter which god or fairy it was, if he met one, he would bow respectfully first and then see if it worked.

Just as he was about to enter the Taoist temple, the woodsman suddenly stopped, looking a little embarrassed. "I wanted to come up and chop wood," he said, "but I didn't bring any incense or money. Perhaps..."

"It's alright, the Qingyang Guan will no longer charge incense money after this. There is free incense in the hall, lay people can take as much as they like."

"No incense money"

The woodcutter was rather surprised, "Even the City God Temple in town collects incense money. 'If you don't collect money, what will you eat'"

In this desolate and barren land, even if you plant crops, it would take a year to harvest.

"The poor monk has a little knowledge of medicine and can treat illnesses. I charge a consultation fee to make a living."

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When speaking, Qin Sang thought again of the days at Qingyang Guan. Before he joined, Ji Xin Dao Ren used to treat people with Ming Yue and barely made ends meet with the meager consultation fees.

Treating illnesses and saving lives is definitely more appealing than Daoism, and it would allow Xiao Wu to be exposed to more popular figures.

As it turned out, Qin Sang's strategy was right and the effect was obvious. Xiaowu was much more lively than before and no longer cried out to fight all the time.

"Can the Taoist priest cure illnesses"

The woodsman's tone immediately changed. A skilled doctor was far more useful than a Taoist priest.

He secretly observed Qin Sang, finding it impossible to guess his age. He seemed young, yet possessed a unique aura. The woodcutter couldn't describe the feeling, he had only seen it on people of status and learning, someone who inspired a sense of peace upon sight.

Having received a positive reply, the woodcutter turned to run back when he suddenly remembered that he hadn't offered incense to the immortal.

The woodcutter patted his head, hurriedly entered the Taoist temple, and rushed out again. Feeling guilty, he chopped another pile of firewood and brought it over. Without saying a word, he left the firewood behind and quickly returned to the village, arriving at one household.

"Sān'er! Sān'er! Are you home!"

The door creaked open, and a young man stepped out. He was thin and his voice lacked strength as he said, "Brother Zhuzi, what's up"

"How's your father doing I tell you, I met a doctor who can cure illnesses. Take your father to see him quickly."

“This…”

The young man glanced into the house, a little hesitant. "Where's the doctor How does he compare to Doctor Liu What... does he charge"

The last three words were very soft.

To cure his father's illness, they invited Doctor Liu from town over. They bought several prescriptions of medicine, but there was no improvement whatsoever.

Dr. Liu determined that his father wouldn't live past a month and advised him not to waste effort, as sending him to the city would be pointless.

In fact, his family doesn't have money to go to the city for medical treatment. Those few prescriptions were bought by selling their household grain, and they don't even know what they will eat in the future.

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He can only let his father die.

"Don't worry, I asked, they don't charge much, and they even accept installments. Don't bother about where the doctor came from, just let them take a look. A dead horse..."

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The woodcutter realized that wasn't a good thing to say, so he quickly stopped talking and rushed into the house. He saw an old man on the bed, with only skin and bones, lying there motionless, like a dead person, and could hardly hear his breathing.

Taking the elderly up the mountain, you might tire them out halfway.

"You wait here at home, I'll go ask if the doctor can come to your house," the woodsman dashed out of the door, energetically running back to Qianyuan Temple.

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Waiting for him to explain, Qin Sang greeted him.

"Yu Lang, Xiao Wu, take the medicine chest and follow me down the mountain."

"Yes!"

Yu Lang consciously put on his medicine bag, inside was the herbal medicine he had just picked from the mountain, and Xiao Wu walked side by side behind Qin Sang.

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Now, the Qingyang Medical Hall is officially open for business.

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Several people walked down the mountain.

The Taoist temple is located in the southeast of the mountain, and the village is at the foot of the mountain to the west. You need to go around a bit.

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There is a river that flows around the village. It is said that there were originally seven wooden rafts on the river surface, so it was called Qiliang Village. Now the river water is almost dry.

There are many hills and few plains here, so the villagers are not wealthy. However, the village is large, with over a thousand households.

They went down the mountain, walking along the riverbank towards the village. Yu Lang's steps suddenly stopped, and he looked across the river.

Across the river, there was a grove of bamboo trees, and from within came the sound of reading aloud.

"The heavens are profound and yellow, the universe is vast and primordial."

The sun and moon wax and wane, the stars are in their appointed places...

Yulan was surprised to discover that the master had also taught him this book, which was used to enlighten young children.

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Two different countries, thousands of miles apart, are reading the same book.

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He opened his mouth slightly and followed along silently.

“That’s the school run by Mr. Chen, the scholar. The learning here is like this!”

The woodsman held up his thumb with pride, “People in town send their children to study, even wealthy and influential families from the city invite Mr. Chen to be their tutor, but Mr. Chen refuses. They like our village just because of him!”

Upon entering the patient's home, the young man appeared anxious and uneasy. Qin Sang's words, "I won't charge a consultation fee if I can't cure your illness," completely eased his worries.

The young people inside the room nervously watched Qin Sang diagnose the elder, while villagers gathered outside to watch the spectacle, peering in.

The woodcutter boasted loudly beside him, talkative and eloquent. To add to his persuasiveness, he also praised Qin Sang.

"Yulang, fetch me some paper and a brush."

Qin Sang took out some herbs from the medicine box and wrote down a few that were missing, instructing Yu Lang to go to the mountains to collect them.

The young person hesitated to speak.

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The woodsman rushed into the room, “Master Daoist, can San’er’s father still be saved”

"There's hope. This old gentleman is severely malnourished, so we need to focus on nourishing him before treating his illness. I've prescribed two sets of herbal formulas for him. I'll have my apprentice fetch the medicine and teach you how to decoct it," Qin Sang said as he closed his medicine box and led Xiao Wu out.

The crowd was skeptical, but Qin Sang didn't explain much and returned to the mountain alone.

An hour later, Yu Lang collected the new medicine and dashed down the mountain. Along the way, he used his not-yet-mastered incantation to dry the medicinal herbs.

Back at the patient's home, Yu Lang personally boiled the medicine.

A young person feeds medicine to an elderly person, a little bit at a time.

The old man drank the bitter medicine with difficulty and fell into a deep sleep. He didn't, as in storybooks, cough up a mouthful of blood and recover from his illness.

Yu Lang knew that his master was only using ordinary herbs, which were incomparable to the elixir he had been given before.

“It seems Master is really going to be a doctor in the mortal realm.”

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Yu Lang secretly thought, noticing the old man's breathing gradually becoming smoother.

Even with common remedies, Qin Sang could see the ailment at a glance. The precision of his medicine surpassed even the most skilled healers in the mortal world.

The youngsters and the woodcutter also noticed the old man's change.

"Divine doctor! Truly a divine doctor!"

The woodcutter muttered to himself.

"Take one in the morning and evening, change to another set after three days, I have already prepared them for you..."

Yulan tirelessly reminded the young man, pushing away the few copper coins he had borrowed. "The master said that the consultation fee should be recorded first, and it won't be too late to pay when your illness is cured."

This is a test.

"Take good care of your father, I'm going to see the little divine doctor off."

The woodsman hurried after him, determined to send Yu Lang back to the Taoist temple no matter what. Yu Lang could only follow him.

Reaching the riverbank, I heard the sound of reading again from the bamboo grove.

Yulang, under a strange compulsion, walked across the river on a log. The woodcutter saw that his expression was unusual and closed his mouth involuntarily.

As soon as they reached the other side, two men emerged from the bamboo grove. They clearly looked like scholars, dressed in white robes and with an air of distinction.

"Brother Chen, please go back! Today I have met a great talent. Ye (Ye) has not come in vain. In the future, I will certainly bother Brother Chen often. Just hope that Brother Chen will not be annoyed."

One of them cupped his hands and, turning to see Yulang, his eyes lit up. "This land, with its mountains and rivers, has produced such a refined Taoist boy. No wonder Brother Chen insisted on living in seclusion here; it truly is a blessed place."

“Brother Ye, you misunderstood…”

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The other person was none other than Chen Xiuzhai. After seeing off the guests, he turned around, gave a slight bow, and smiled, "Brother Zhuzi, I heard you invited a divine physician. Is this Taoist priest"

"Did Chen Xiucai also hear about this"

The woodcutter scratched his head and exclaimed excitedly, "The divine physician is the Daoist master's teacher! The Daoist priest is also a minor divine physician!"

"Yu Lang has met Mr. Chen."

Yu Lang, having already attained immortality, found himself nervously anticipating Chen Xiuzhai, a mere mortal. It was akin to the apprehension he felt when facing his former master.

Chen Xiucai's question was merely a casual inquiry, but seeing the woodcutter's genuine expression, he couldn't help but be secretly astonished.

"Oh This humble one has been feeling unwell lately. Would it be too much trouble for the Daoist priest to take a look The other physicians said it was vertigo."

Yu Lang hesitated for a moment, "I can give it a try. If I can't cure it, I'll go find Master."

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Chen Xiucai was overjoyed and immediately took Yulan into the school.

The inner quarters are located behind the school building.

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As one walked past the schoolhouse, the sound of reading could be heard. Children sat properly, holding books in their hands, nodding and shaking their heads.

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Such a familiar scene, Yulang seemed to see the Master, with his hands behind his back, inspecting the students. He would tap anyone who wasn't paying attention with his ruler.

“Master Xiaodao has also studied in a school” Chen Xiuzhai observed his expression and guessed.

Yulan nodded without further explanation, walked for a while ahead, and saw another bamboo building.

Mr. Chen's talent was renowned far and wide, he could even teach young children to read.

Some graceful young men in white are chatting and making poems and paintings inside the bamboo pavilion.

Entering the inner hall, I saw Madam Chen.

Chen Xiuzhai explained the reason and asked Chen's wife to extend her fair wrist to feel Yu Lang's pulse.

Mrs. Chen had seen too many doctors and had long given up hope, but when she saw this young Taoist priest, Jade Light, she liked him more and more.

After becoming a disciple, Yulan's temperament had been subtly changing, especially after stepping onto the path of immortality, he gained more spirituality. And that resolute look between his brows remained.

Thank you, Daoist priest.

The Chen lady before them was much younger than her teacher, but her voice was just as gentle and kind.

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Let's take a look at Chen Xiucai, who is equally well-versed in poetry and books like Master Confucius.

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Yulang's nose ached, almost bringing tears to his eyes. Without hesitation, he channeled his spiritual energy into Mrs. Chen's meridians.

Mrs. Chen fell seriously ill during her pregnancy, leaving a lingering ailment. Ordinary herbs were ineffective in curing it. While not immediately life-threatening, prolonged suffering would eventually weaken her vital energy.

Though he had spent a great deal of his painstakingly cultivated spiritual energy, Yu Lang did not feel it was a waste at all.

To avoid further misunderstanding, Yulan took out a few silver needles and pretended to prick a few points on Madam Chen's head.

When Yu Lang returned to the Daoist temple, the sun had already set in the west, and the sky was shrouded in shadows.

The main hall was illuminated by large oil lamps, with the fragrant aroma of medicinal herbs filling the air.

Yulan felt a little uneasy and tiptoed into the main hall. He saw a cauldron and a jar of prepared medicine inside.

"Just soak in it," Qin Sang said calmly, sitting cross-legged on a cushion with his back to the palace gate.

"Yes!"

Yulang saw his senior sister nestled beside their master, seemingly asleep. The awkwardness in his heart lessened by a few points, and he quickly entered the medicine vat. He felt a surge of comfort throughout his body.

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He leaned his head against the edge of the tank, feeling the faint medicinal power seeping into his body, cleansing and revitalizing him.

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Under the cover of night, in a tranquil Taoist temple, only the crackling sound of burning firewood could be heard.

"What are you thinking about" Qin Sang suddenly spoke, startling Yu Lang.

“Master… Master, I want to go down the mountain to study during my free time. Can I” Yulan looked like a child who had made a mistake.

After all, who would cultivate immortal arts and still want to read books written by mortals

"Okay."

To Jade Lang's surprise, the master agreed without any hesitation.

Qin Sang slightly turned her head, "Little Wu, do you want to go to school"ues; his body didn't feel tired, but his mind was somewhat weary.In another year, the Ice Demon Crystal will be able to recover.Qin Sang decided to return to Tingxue Tower first.Along the way, one rar...