Chapter 10: Deception and Conning
to interrogate them.The other party unwittingly spilled all the secrets.>However, this spell also has limitations.Firstly, the strength of the person being operated on cannot exceed that of the operat...That evening, Qin Sang and Ming Yue did their evening lessons together, studying the Dao Jing.
Like the Book of Underworld, Qin Sang couldn't understand it. Fortunately, Ji Xin Daoist was patient and explained it carefully. Qin Sang studied seriously and found a piece of charcoal to write down what he learned.
Late at night, back in his room, Qin Sang took out the Yin Yang Classic again. He compared it to the newly learned characters and tried to understand the meaning of the text. It was very difficult, but he found it enjoyable.
The next day, Ji Xin Daoist went down the mountain to perform rituals. He returned at noon with a bag of coarse grain on his donkey. In the afternoon, Ming Yue steamed a pot of vegetable flatbread and fried a can of salted fish, tidying up Ji Xin Daoist's luggage and medicine chest for him.
On the ninth day of the first lunar month, Qin Sang woke up and found that Ji Xin Dao Ren was gone. Asking Ming Yue, she learned that he had left at the hour of the tiger. That day, Qin Sang and Ming Yue followed Ji Xin Dao Ren's instructions and did not make any mistakes.
On the tenth day, Qin Sang applied medicine every morning. His leg didn't hurt as much, and after a night of exhaustion, he finally recovered. Early in the morning, he practiced tiger-shaped boxing movements in front of his house.
"Senior brother, what kind of boxing are you practicing"
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Under the bright moonlight, Mingyue sat on a stone beside Qin Sang, holding her bowl of porridge. Watching Qin Sang set up his frame, she felt a surge of excitement.
“This martial art is called Hu Fu Changquan. Well, hasn't the Daoist Master taught you any martial arts”
Qin Sang was only focused on unleashing her strength and ended up sweating profusely. She felt a surge of energy throughout her body. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she asked back in response.
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“No,” Mingyue shook her head, nibbling on the end of her chopsticks, her face full of curiosity. “Senior brother, can Master also do martial arts”
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"How would I know I just got here a few days ago."
Qin Sang rolled her eyes, secretly thinking. She thought that Ji Xin Dao Ren dared to enter the mountain to collect medicine, not afraid of wolves, tigers and leopards, saying that he might have martial arts skills, so she deliberately punched in front of Ming Yue to provoke him to speak.
If one has martial arts skills, there's no reason not to teach them to their apprentices. Over the past few days, Qin Sang could sense that Ji Xin Dao Ren cared deeply for Ming Yue, treating him like his own son.
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Could he really just be an ordinary Taoist priest
"Have you only learned scriptures and medicine from the Daoist priest in your daily life Have you never learned any spells"
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“Magic”
"The bright moon looked confused, "Although I've practiced scriptures and characters, studied the Book of Divination and learned to interpret omens and talismans, I'm not yet skilled. My master doesn't let me perform in public. I know the procedures for rituals and can assist my master. My master has also taught me to identify herbs and prescribe medicine, but he said that I need to learn for another twenty years before I can become a master. Otherwise, I would risk people's lives."
Qin Sang's eyes lit up. "Aren't talismans spells That day, I heard that couple say their home was restless. The Daoist priest gave them a talisman, saying it could ward off evil and drive away ghosts. Isn't that a spell"
The bright moon giggled, glanced around then whispered to her senior brother, "Senior Brother, I'm telling you, don't go spreading this outside. The master said all of this is a lie."
Cheating
There are deities here!
Qin Sang angrily said, "If you're not allowed, don't you fear people coming to your door"
"Things that are mysterious beyond words, who knows what is right and what is wrong"
Bright Moon shook her head, "Even if they come looking for me, I have ways to deflect them. Senior brother, you'll know sooner or later."
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Qin Sang was very hurt and listless all day. Mingyue pestered him to learn the Hu-Tiger Fist, so he had to promise to teach him when his leg injury healed.
In the blink of an eye, Qin Sang had stayed at the Daoist temple for over twenty days, and the three disciples truly got to know each other.
These days, Qin Sang has been diligently practicing martial arts, reciting scriptures, and studying characters.
In addition to rituals, the Taoist priest also taught Qin Sang techniques like acupuncture and divination using talismans. Qin Sang realized then that it was all just rhetoric and deception, and he completely gave up hope.
However, there are many worldly insights hidden within the tricks, which also brought him considerable gains.
His leg wounds were healing gradually, and he couldn't stay idle. First, he felled bamboo to use as pipes to divert water from the stream to his courtyard. Then, he built a small pond in the courtyard with stones.
After trying several solutions, I finally succeeded.
Now that the heaviest chore was off her shoulders, and with the constant stream of water from the bamboo tubes, the vegetables and herbs in the garden flourished even more. Not only did Ming Yue's fellow disciples call to her more affectionately, but Ji Xin Dao Ren also seemed to have a better opinion of her.
Then, Qin Sang made a bamboo ladder and climbed onto the roof, replacing all the broken tiles of the room where the three of them lived.
Later, he felt that the food at the Taoist temple was too plain. He thought about it and set up a few traps, really catching a few wild rabbits and mountain chickens.
The bright moon advised Qin Sang not to kill animals at the Taoist temple, as it would defile the temple and he would be punished by his master. Qin Sang had no choice but to build a makeshift fire pit beside a stream outside the temple, where Juexin Dao Ren could no longer control him.
This world doesn't have as many spices as before, and he's not a good cook. The gamey smell of the wild meat is hard to get rid of, so he can only grill it and sprinkle some salt on it. It's edible.
The bright moon felt pity and wouldn't kill it, but it dared to eat it, savoring every bite.
More than ten days passed, the leaves withered and the weather turned cold.
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The wind on the mountain was colder than down below. The three disciples and their master did evening prayers in Qianyáng Hall, but the biting cold wind seeped into the hall through every crack, causing the flames of the oil lamp to flicker.
Qin Sang stretched, put down the goose feather pen, flicked the lamp wick, and saw that his disciples would still be finishing their evening lessons for a while. He said softly, "Daochang, I'm going back to my room to sleep first."
As he spoke, he picked up the few sheets of paper he had just written, wrapped himself in his robe, and left the hall. His leg bone had already healed, and he was planning a trip to the city of the Three Witches.
Reading changes your destiny.
This past month, Qin Sang has studied harder than she did when she was in high school.
Today, I finally recognized and understood all the characters in the Netherworld Sutra. Ji Xin Dao Ren is knowledgeable and has a wide range of knowledge, more than I imagined. He's also willing to patiently teach, so Qin Sang is very grateful to him.
Back at her residence, Qin Sang first practiced a round of Fuhu Changquan to calm her agitated mind.
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Qin Sang always followed Bai Jianglan's instructions, practicing Fuhǔ Changquan every morning and evening without interruption. He could clearly feel his physical fitness improving, but he didn't even see a shadow of the legendary true qi.
After finishing his punches and washing off the sweat, Qin Sang returned to his room. He took out a stack of yellow paper from under his bed, which was full of characters. Then, comparing it with the book, he filled in the last sentence by the moonlight.
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The entire scripture of Yin-Yang has finally been translated.
Qin Sang clutched the yellow paper, his trembling hands betraying his excitement. He took a deep breath, calming himself, and began to read from the beginning.
Over and over, he immersed himself in the *Yinyang Jing*, without distraction. First, he read his own translation, then the original text, pondering and making minute adjustments, before going back to refine his translation once more.
Qin Sang didn't dare to cultivate recklessly, who knows if a slight mistake would lead to demonic cultivation.
In his current understanding, the Netherworld Sutra is indeed a cultivation method that guides people in their practice. After the techniques within are mastered, there is a flow of "qi" through the meridians in the body, along with descriptions of celestial cycles and other concepts.
Fortunately, he had always followed Ji Xin Dao Ren in learning medical classics. He had some understanding of meridians and acupoints, so he could barely read it.. Following them were two men carrying a pair of large drums, accompanied by a band of musicians.>A drummer followed by people carrying a black sedan chair for the deceased, adorned with paper-made la...