on and refrain from entering the island. Otherwise, you will be expelled from the forbidden area immediately. Wait until all twelve people are gathered before returning to the sect together."Qin Sang..."Master, are you here to incense or seek treatment..."
A young Taoist priest, perhaps twelve or thirteen years old, who was likely a disciple or assistant of a senior practitioner, hurried over to help a woman with a broken leg. As he looked up and saw Qin Sang's face, he seemed as if he had seen a ghost.
His eyes widened in astonishment.
Qin Sang's heart skipped a beat. "Little Taoist priest, do you know me"
"Master... Master..."
The little Taoist suddenly turned his head and shouted urgently at the young Taoist.
The shout drew everyone's attention in the Qianyáng Hall.
Everyone looked at Qin Sang with doubt.
Qin Sang spread his hands innocently, showing that he was innocent and hadn't bullied the child.
"What are you making such a fuss about You've been chanting the *Quiet Sutra*" A young Taoist, while taking the pulse of an elderly man, looked over with dissatisfaction and reprimanded him.
"Master...he...he is..."
The little Taoist pointed at Qin Sang with one finger, his face red and flushed, unable to utter a coherent word.
The young Taoist frowned slightly, following the junior Taoist's finger to look at Qin Sang. Then, his expression suddenly changed, and a look of surprise and uncertainty appeared on his face.
"Sir, please wait a moment..."
The young Taoist hesitated for a moment, then got up and walked quickly in front of Qin Sang. He bowed slightly and tentatively asked, "My name is Li Yufu, may I ask your honorable surname"
“My last name is Qin…”
Seeing their performance, Qin Sang could also guess something, and asked without reservation, "What is your relationship with Mingyue"
Upon being questioned by Qin Sang, Li Yu's face showed astonishment, his voice laced with disbelief. "Master Mingyue is indeed my former master, could you be...Master Qin"
"Master"
Qin Sang's heart sank, her voice a little dry, "Ming Yue... he already..."
Li Yu'fu nodded solemnly.
"Whew..."
Qin Sang let out a long sigh, and realized that all the patients in the hall were staring at him with curious eyes. Perhaps they were wondering why the abbot of Qingyang Guan had such a young master.
Qin Sang shook her head and told Li Yufu, "You should go do your business first. Let's talk again later."
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“The disciple obeys!”
Li Yufu followed Qin Sang's advice and went back to see the patients, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. Suddenly remembering something, he asked Qin Sang, "Master Qin, as more and more people will come for medical treatment, it might take several hours to finish. Why don't you let Jing Tian take you to the back hall to rest first"
"Alright!"
Qin Sang nodded and followed the Daoist into the back hall of Qingyangguan. Seeing that the Daoist was a bit restrained facing him, he asked, "Your name is Jingtian"
The little Taoist nodded, nervously saying: "Reporting to Master Ancestor, when Master picked up the disciple, it was in the middle of summer night. Fireflies danced all over the sky, so he named the disciple Jingtian."
Qin Sang let out an "oh" and asked again, "Where are the spirit tablets of Daoist Jixing and Yue'er enshrined"
In the ancestral hall...
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The so-called ancestral hall was actually very simple, with three spirit tablets placed there.
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The Cloud Wanderer, Silent Heart, and Bright Moon.
The lineage of Qingyangguan originates from Yun Youzi, but Yun Youzi was a wild Taoist who became a practitioner halfway through life. He was self-taught and had no master before him, so there were only a few followers, making it seem very sparse.
Qin Sang sent Jing Tian forward to help, took Yun Youzi's spirit tablet down, took out the incense beside it, lit one for Ji Xin and Ming Yue respectively, and bowed.
"You all left..."
Qin Sang used a barely audible voice, whispering softly.
He sat cross-legged on a cushion, lost in thought. Memories of the past flooded his mind. After coming to this world, the period he spent at Qingyang Guan was the most impoverished but also the happiest time of his life.
Free and carefree.
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The three Daoists of the Qingyangguan are now only himself left.
Master Ji Xin was a mortal, and if he had lived to this day, he would have been over a hundred years old. Qin Sang was psychologically prepared, but he didn't expect Mingyue to leave so quickly.
Beside three spiritual positions, there was a wooden box. Qin Sang found her own portrait inside, signed "Moonlit."
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Upon unfolding the painting, Qin Sang smiled knowingly.
On the painting, his Taoist robe is wrinkled and dusty. He clutches a stone in his hand and stares intently at the flock of birds in the air, with his hand poised as if ready to strike down any bird for a snack at any moment.
The portrait was so lifelike that Li Yufu and his disciples recognized him at once.
The sun slowly moved to the middle of the sky.
Jing Tian was making lunch and came in to ask Qin Sang what he liked to eat.
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"Let's make some congee," Qin Sang said.
Not until dusk did Li Yu'fu finish seeing the patients, and he hurried over. "Junior is remiss in his duties, please forgive me, Master Qin."
Qin Sang looked at him with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "Who told you to call me master"
Li Yu'fu didn't expect Qin Sang to ask this way, he let out an "ah," and said, "It was Master's instruction."
Qin Sang smiled and shook his head. Back then, he hadn't formally become a disciple, and Daoist Jixing might have seen that his heart wasn't in it. He had never mentioned taking him on as a student.
What the senior brother said is just fooling Mingyue and taking advantage of her.
I never expected him to remember that.
“Since you’re my master, why haven’t you put up my spirit tablet” Qin Sang asked again.
Li Yu'fu hurriedly replied, "Master said that Master Uncle went to seek immortality, he must surely achieve immortality and attain longevity, so disciples should just remember you in their hearts..."
Qin Sang hummed in response.
It seems he faked his death that night, and didn't fool Master Jixing.
Having thought of this, he took the initiative to recount his whereabouts from that year and asked, “After I arrived at Cuiming Mountain, I learned that Chang He and Mingyue had already left. I also sent my subordinates to various countries to search for them, but they were nowhere to be found. I don't know where they have been all this time When will they return”
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Li Yu'fu said.
After their departure from Cuiming Mountain, Master and his disciple sailed down the Yangtze River, travelling throughout the land, healing the sick and helping people. Finally, they reached Chen Kingdom at the end of Wu Ling River and settled there.
“At that time, the plague was raging in the country of Chen. They disregarded their own safety and treated the sick, even risking infection themselves to find the cure. As a result, countless lives were saved.”
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The locals are grateful to their teachers for their kindness and have built a temple dedicated to them, known as the "Ten Thousand Families' Ancestor Temple." It continues to receive offerings and incense to this day.
"As a disciple, I am also from the State of Chen. When I was an infant, I lost both my parents and was taken in by my master."
"When the master grew old, he thought of his hometown and took his disciples back to Cuiming Mountain to revive the Qingyang Guan..."
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Li Yuafu spoke softly, and Qin Sang listened intently.
No wonder I haven't found the master and apprentice of Ji Xin all this time, they actually went so far, Chen Guo is at the end of Wu Lingjiang.
When Li Yuhu spoke of the Wanjia Shrine, his voice was filled with pride.
Qin Sang sincerely admired the good deeds and perseverance of Ji Xin's disciples. They had never forgotten their own ideals, and the Wanjia Shrine was well deserved.
He couldn't help but think that as long as the sacrifices continued and incense burned brightly, Daoist Master Jixing and Mingyue would gradually become deities in the hearts of the local people, forever remembered.
Is this also a kind of immortality
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