ing a blue light, and upon closer inspection, eight different talismans could be seen embedded in the wall, arranged in a Bagua formation, hidden very cleverly.The talisman's placement here is extreme...Qin Sang didn't know what the Qi in the Nether Scripture referred to, and whether it was the same thing as Bai Jianglan's true qi or internal force.

Generally speaking, this Sutra of the Netherworld is divided into six layers.

Besides cultivation, the Nether Scripture doesn't contain a single word out of place. It doesn't touch upon anything else, and Qin Sang couldn't determine if it was an internal martial arts manual or a cultivation technique.

When it came to the section on the Yan Luo Banner, it described how to control the banner with one's energy. However, it stated that this could only be attempted after completing the first layer of the Netherworld Scripture. The specific uses of the Yan Luo Banner were not explained.

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After reading the whole thing several times, Qin Sang still felt confused and overwhelmed. Feeling dizzy, he realized it was already late at night, so he decided to rest first instead of rushing things.

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The guards at the city gate of Sangu City were lax. Plus, both Qin Sang and Mingyue wore Taoist robes, so they easily slipped into the city.

Before entering the city, Qin Sang turned back to look. Outside the city gate, a town had already formed, stretching for dozens of miles.

From the city gates outward, there are buildings of two or three stories high, then low houses with stone walls, and finally thatched huts. At the very edge, people just spread straw to make a home.

The outermost area was thronged with countless refugees from the north, most of whom didn't even have makeshift shelters to shield them from wind and rain. Thankfully, Qin Sang saw several wealthy households distributing porridge along the way, allowing the refugees to have a meal.

These days, Qin Sang has also noticeably felt an increasing number of disaster victims at Qingyangguan. He didn't expect the ferry to be so crowded, and there are so many people gathered outside Sanwu City. He wonders how they will get through this harsh winter.

Upon entering the city, Qin Sang's eyes lit up at the sight of a steamed bun shop with the aroma wafting for miles. He hastily dragged Mingyue inside, and the two of them devoured an entire tray of meat buns, swallowing them down in a hurry until they were half-full. Then, they strolled leisurely through the city.

Today is a propitious day, and Ji Xin Dao Ren has two religious ceremonies to perform. They are not major events such as weddings or funerals, so the Daoist master can handle them himself. Qin Sang then asked the Daoist master for permission and took Ming Yue into the city to enjoy the scenery.

At the Qingyang Guan, Qin Sang chatted with patients and incense-bearing visitors, hearing more than once how magnificent Sanwu City was.

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Now that I see it with my own eyes, compared to the perspective of past generations, Sān Wū City naturally cannot compare to modern metropolises. However, in this era, it is still worthy of being called a mighty city.

Two men in Taoist robes swaggered through the market.

With lips as red as the moon and teeth as white as pearls, she is a sight to behold.

Although Qin Sang came from a peasant background, Qin Sanwa had never known hardship as a child. He was fair and clean-looking, and coupled with Qin Sang's modern confidence and charisma, he was generous in his actions and didn't seem like a poor hermit at all.

The two of them walking together were quite eye-catching.

Along the way, many people curiously eyed them. Qin Sang didn't feel anything about it, but Mingyue was a little shy and followed him step by step. She couldn't stand it anymore, so she pulled on Qin Sang's sleeve and whispered, "Senior brother, where are we going"

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“Find some good food first...”

Qin Sang's eyes darted around, buying any unfamiliar food he encountered and sharing it with Mingyue. Along the way, he spent money like water. After all, they were enemies, so he didn't feel a twinge of regret.

Following the penniless old Taoist, Mingyue had never eaten so many good things. She ate with a smile, bouncing around Qin Sang. Gradually, she relaxed. However, she felt sorry for Qin Sang, "Brother, you spent a lot of money today. Master said that money is hard to earn, you should save it and keep it to marry a wife!"

Qin Sang pointed to the dessert shop ahead, "Would you like to eat some"

Ming Yue clasped her hands together in fists and lightly tapped them against each other. "Ah... that kind of thing only takes a little bit!"

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After leaving the tea shop, Mingyue held a large bag of oil paper-wrapped snacks and said she wanted to bring them back to share with her master.

Along the way, Qin Sang deepened his understanding of this world by eating and walking. This was when he truly integrated Qin Sanwa's memories into himself.

After walking just a few streets, Qin Sang's stomach was completely full. Along the way, he also saw some business opportunities. With the money he had snatched as capital, if he worked hard and managed his business well, it wouldn't be difficult to make a living. But Qin Sang couldn't muster any interest at all.

And with the bright moon's company, they laughed and walked down this street. A three-story wooden building came into view, nestled beside the San Wu City River. Willow trees swayed gently by its side. A sign above the building read "Hong Hu Lou" in bold letters, exuding an impressive presence. In reality, it was just a teahouse.

Sometimes there were the sound of wooden clappers and deafening cries and laughter from the teahouse. Qin Sang knew this was because of the rather famous storyteller in the teahouse.

He came to the city specifically for this teahouse.

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To gather information, one usually looks for places to chat casually. Qin Sang was particularly interested in the legends of immortals and strange beings around San Wu City, so he inquired at Qingyang Guan and had already learned about Honghu Lou.

The Hong Hu Lou is the most famous teahouse in the southern city of San Wu. The building has three floors, with tea prices ranging from high to low. Its patrons are diverse and come from all walks of life, encompassing every stratum of society.

Qin Sang sat down on the busiest floor, ordered a pot of tea, and listened to the storyteller on the stage.

'Bang!'

The portly storyteller suddenly banged his clapper, his chubby face trembling, and the teahouse fell silent.

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Speaking of this matter, there's an old story that I have to mention. Five hundred years ago, there was a great swordsman named Wang Bin who was subdued by the founding emperor of my Sui dynasty, Emperor Shenwu... This person is a descendant of Hero Wang.

Qin Sang listened for a while. This storyteller named Liu Jingting was well-known for a reason. His storytelling was thrilling and captivating, turning ordinary events into something extraordinary just by the way he told them.

However, his mind was elsewhere. His eyes darted around, and he began to make polite conversation with the tea guests beside him.

The whole day was spent at the teahouse. Qin Sang even had lunch there, and he generously treated everyone to tea, making many "friends". He used his words to guide them into talking about local legends of immortals, ghosts, and monsters in Sanwu City.

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On stage, Liu Jingting narrated a story, while a group of people below discussed old tales. Beneath the moonlit sky, Mingyue sat on one side, her hands clasped around refreshments as she listened with rapt attention, finding no boredom even after sitting for an entire day.

When the sun began to set, Qin Sang and Mingyue reluctantly left the teahouse. Qin Sang had purchased a large quantity of living supplies that the Daoist temple lacked, hired a bullock cart to transport them, and met with Ji Xin, the Daoist priest who had just finished the ceremony, at Qingyang Guan. It was already dusk by the time they returned.

Before evening class, by the dim light of an oil lamp, the three disciples sat around a brazier, sharing snacks.

The old Taoist raised an eyebrow.

Qin Sang raised his head and smiled, "Who wouldn't want to be a fairy It's just that none of these legends are reliable."

"Master once said that people who go deep into mountains and rivers definitely won't find immortals. Immortals wouldn't stay in such desolate places," Mingyue was afraid Qin Sang would go astray, earnestly advising, "Senior brother, those legends are all fake, don't believe them."

Qin Sang's eyes lit up, and he looked at the old Daoist.

Ji Xin Dao Ren finished a piece of snack, slowly wiped his hands, and hummed, "Boy, if you want to find fairy緣 in Cuiming Mountain, this poor man advises you not to waste your effort. Hurry down the mountain and live an honest life, lest you cut off the incense of your Qin family."

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