of the Azure Dragon's inner elixir through the seven-colored halo.The fat silkworm hugged the inner elixir with a satisfied expression, it didn't form a cocoon, seeming to be sleeping yet not quite....Mr. Chen readily accepted the two disciples and did not charge them any tuition fees.

Qin Sang wouldn't dwell on such a trivial matter. He thanked them and gestured for Xiao Wu and Yu Lang to step forward and pay their respects as disciples.

“Mingyan, please fetch two sets of writing utensils.”

Chen Xiucai gave an order.

The page boy received his orders and hurried down the mountain.

Initiation ceremonies are held in Taoist temples.

Mr. Chen Xiuzhai was highly respected by the villagers. Even though he delayed his treatment, no one felt impatient. They all flocked to the Taoist temple, curiously watching the two young acolytes perform their apprenticeship ceremony.

The two young boys, out of breath, returned with the writing implements and several scrolls. After Chen Xiucai had examined their scholarship, he personally handed them over to his disciples.

Little Five naturally wanted to attend the Mengxue Academy.

Yu Lang had read books before, but the teachings he learned in different places were slightly different. Chen Xiuzhai then asked Yu Lang to study at Meng Xue for a while first.

Qin Sang also intended to do so, temporarily letting Yu Lang and Xiao Wu study together. He would separate them after Xiao Wu had adapted to the academy environment.

After they set a date for Chen Xiucai to enroll, he brought his wife down the mountain. Qin Sang continued to treat patients.

After a busy morning, it's almost noon.

The Taoist temple is still crowded with people.

Yulan came and went, busy as could be. Finally, finding a bit of free time, he sat beside Qin Sang, helping his senior sister grind medicine while worrying: "Master, what about you now that we've left When will Senior Ta Yi emerge from seclusion"

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Luo Hou sleeps all day, Zhu Que is unreliable again, only Tai Yi can help.

Little Wu also looked very worried.

"Are you still worried that your master has come"

Qin Sang chuckled, these two disciples were even more into it than he was, "It's just that there will be a lot of people these days, after that, there won't be many."

Not until the stars were out did Qin Sang finish seeing the last patient on the first day, and then he closed the Taoist temple gate.

Under the guise of enormous lanterns.

Qin Sang was counting copper coins and account books, while Yu Lang soaked in the tub, describing his experiences at the academy to Xiao Wu. He was so animated that he gestured wildly with his hands and feet.

As Qin Sang had anticipated, by the fourth day, most of the villagers in Qicha Village who were ill had recovered. Those who came to watch the spectacle had also grown tired of it and the crowds were no longer as dense as before.

However, news of a divine doctor and Taoist priest arriving on Qiliang Village Mountain has gradually spread.

This day morning.

Facing the dawn on the horizon, a young Taoist boy slowly pushed open the gate of the Taoist temple. He saw that several people were already waiting outside.

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The autumn dew is heavy and cold.

Some people were still wearing patched-up single garments, shivering.

Come on in, it's warm inside.

Jade Lang greeted everyone skillfully. The main hall was lit with a fire, and the Taoist temple was piled high with firewood, all enthusiastically sent by the villagers.

The road up the mountain was also repaired a few days ago, and the village head even invited a drum and cymbal band to play all morning.

Xiao Wu and Yu Lang each held a broom, sweeping inside and outside the Taoist temple. This was their daily chore, and sometimes people who came to the mountain to see a doctor would lend a hand.

By the time they were done, Qin Sang just happened to come out of the cellar.

"Master!"

Yulang and Xiaowu ran hand-in-hand to Qin Sang's front, their smiles almost uncontrollable as they bowed.

Today is the day they go down the mountain to school.

Can't wait, see what this is

Qin Sang smiled and looked at the two disciples, drawing her hands out from behind her back. In her hands were two delicate little bookcases.

The bookcase was not very big, but it held Monseng's tools comfortably.

"Wow! Thank you, Master!"

Yu Lang saw the bookcase and couldn't take his eyes off it. He took it over and held it tightly, unwilling to put it on his back. Tears welled up in his eyes.

Back when I was in school, only a few people had book boxes. Most people used book bags instead.

He had a bookcase, which made many of his classmates envious, but he envied those classmates instead.

Because his schoolmates' bags were stitched together by their parents, he could only make a box for his books himself.

This bookcase is made from firewood used in Taoist temples. It's not a magical artifact; practitioners could make countless ones without breaking a sweat. However, this one was handcrafted by the master.

Little Five held the box of books carefully, more so than anything else. He didn't speak his thanks, but as he caressed the box in his hands, a glimmer of something new appeared in his expression.

Qin Sang patted their heads and said softly, "Time is almost up, go down the mountain."

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Yu Lang and Xiao Wu looked at each other, put on their schoolbags, and walked down the mountain side by side.

Qin Sang sent them off at the viewing platform, standing on the cliff edge, watching two small figures, one tall and one short, gradually walk away. He felt a strange and indescribable emotion.

This feeling, I haven't had it before when taking on those other apprentices.

“Maybe it’s because they all came in as adults. Is this what raising children feels like”

Qin Sang let out a self-deprecating smile.

In the east, the morning sun finally climbed over the mountaintop, a golden ray illuminating Qin Sang's face, her shadow stretching long.

Qin Sang looked up, watching the stars gradually fade in the sky.

If one day, I really as wished, ascended to become an immortal, living a carefree life from then on, what would that life be like

Wouldn't it be like now, returning to simplicity and living a plain life

"Such days...are pretty good too."

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Qin Sang murmured.

He not only was his will not worn down by peaceful times, but on the contrary, it aroused even greater fighting spirit.

"Ooooo..."

Distant rooster crowing could be heard from the foot of the mountain, and someone else was coming up the mountain path.

Qin Sang turned around and returned to the main hall.

Visitors keep coming to see the sick person.

The fame of Qin Sang, the divine physician, spread far and wide. Fame is a kind of prestige, after all.

Even without Yu Lang around, people would line up willingly. Whoever breaks the rules will not only be condemned by everyone but also worry about angering the divine doctor and being denied treatment.

... Qin Sang alone was able to maintain order.

To treat ordinary people, Qin Sang only needed to expend a little bit of his spiritual energy. Most of his spiritual energy was devoted to pondering about the main altar and Taiyi's affairs.

“Divine Physician, could you please take a look My chest has been feeling tight and uncomfortable...”

The previous patient left with a thousand thanks, and the next one immediately stepped forward and sat down in front of Qin Sang.

This person appears to be around forty years old, well-proportioned and dressed in modest but not poverty-stricken attire.

He covered his chest with his right hand and spoke quickly about his condition, putting on a pained expression.

Qin Sang put down her pen and glanced at him. "You're not from the three villages in the mountains,"

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To the north of Qiliang Village are two other villages, Beishan Village and Canghe Village. They are located deep in the mountains and are inferior to Qiliang Village in every aspect.

The wealthy man was taken aback. “No! No! I’m from the town. Have you ever seen me before”

"The accents are different," Qin Sang said.

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"It can be heard from this, you truly are a divine physician!"

Unlike some places where there are different dialects spoken just ten miles apart, the accents of people living nearby here are very similar. Even locals can't tell the difference.

The wealthy man instantly submitted, extending his arm, “Please take a look…”

Qin Sang didn't take his pulse. "Your body doesn't have any serious problems, just a little rest and nourishment will do, have you never seen a doctor before"

“I went to see a doctor in town. They say there’s a renowned physician here,” the well-dressed man chuckled sarcastically.

Qin Sang shook his head. "No need to look, this is just a minor illness, just ask the town doctor. You go back and tell everyone else the same thing, otherwise, coming to my place would be a wasted trip."

"This... You're not treating a minor illness"

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The wealthy man was dumbfounded, he had never seen such a strange doctor.

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In this world, there's no such logic. If it weren't for this Taoist priest's reputation as being incredibly skilled, supposedly even Chen Xiucai considered him a master, he would have certainly questioned him face-to-face.

"Sir, please go back," Qin Sang raised his hand to see him off.

“I…”

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The wealthy man was a little indignant, just about to speak, when he caught sight of a figure striding quickly into the main hall, causing the other patients to rebuke him.

This person's attire was very strange. They were wrapped in a large coat and wore a wide-brimmed hat, covering their head and face completely.

Isn't it too cold yet

"Huh It seems a little familiar..."

The wealthy man couldn't help but take another look, and then the man took off his hat, revealing a familiar face.

"Isn't this Doctor Liu"

The wealthy man let out a soft sigh and quickly got up.

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This man is precisely the well-known doctor, Dr. Liu, of the town. He had previously consulted with Dr. Liu and now encountering him here inevitably feels a bit awkward.

Doctor Liu was wearing a thick coat, making it impossible to tell his build. His face looked to be around fifty years old, with a somewhat antiquated and serious air.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

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Doctor Liu was momentarily flustered and incurred the anger of the crowd. He hurriedly bowed repeatedly, apologizing profusely. He quickly walked to Qin Sang's side and performed a deep bow, saying, "My name is Liu Yuansheng. I'm here to apologize to the Daoist."

Qin Sang asked strangely, "You and I have just met for the first time, why would you say such a thing"

"To be frank, I heard yesterday that you cured Old Man Qi of Qipa Village. Then I learned that you were seeing patients here at a very low cost and attracting many people. Feeling resentful, I came today with the intention of challenging you to a contest of skill."

Doctor Liu arrived at the Taoist temple very early. He had been standing outside the door, peeking in all along. An expert sees through things quickly; he was soon convinced. Hearing the conversation between Qin Sang and the wealthy man, he could no longer resist and barged in.

“The Taoist priest is not only skilled in medicine, but also has a kind heart towards his fellow practitioners. He is truly a person of great virtue and righteousness. I, with the petty mind of a villain, actually thought that if the Taoist priest’s medical skills were inferior to mine, I would drive him out of Qingguizhen. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be allowed to practice medicine. Shame on me! Shame on me!”

Liu Daifu couldn't have imagined that Qin Sang was a cultivator who came down the mountain to travel and experience the mortal world. He wouldn't steal a living from ordinary people.

"Hearing that the Daoist master's disciples have all been sent to study at Chen Xiucai's school, lacking an assistant by his side. I, Liu the doctor, would like to close my clinic and willingly become a medicine boy, serving the Daoist master."

As soon as these words were spoken, a wave of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

Dr. Liu had long been renowned and was widely recognized as a divine physician.

People flocked to Qin Sang because of his low consultation fees. He was so affordable that he even allowed patients to pay later if they couldn't afford it upfront. Most of his patients were poor and struggling financially.

Very few people truly believe that this wandering Taoist's medical skills surpass those of Dr. Liu.

Qin Sang smiled faintly.

This person's words were quite sincere, with a few personal thoughts sprinkled in, but nothing harmful. They seem to be fundamentally a good person.

"Doctor Liu, there is no need for such formality. This poor Taoist's meager income cannot support many people. Besides, I am a Daoist priest and must cultivate, so I cannot be constantly seeing patients."

“I…”

Dr. Liu was about to say something more, but Qin Sang cut him off.

"Doctor Liu, if you encounter any patients that you're unsure how to handle in the future, please bring them to me. Let us discuss and figure it out together."

Upon hearing this, Doctor Liu couldn't help but widen his eyes.

He was self-aware and called it an exploration, but most of the time, the other party used his case to give him pointers, almost like an apprentice to a pharmacist.

This is a coincidence that no one else could have imagined.

Unexpectedly, at the age of fifty, he encountered a true master physician. His wholehearted sincerity was not in vain, and Dr. Liu almost shed tears of joy.

This time, Qin Sang did not stop him and waved his hand. "Go."

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“Yes.”

Dr. Liu respectfully performed a disciple's bow.

A man in his fifties, like a young Taoist priest performing a grand bow, yet no one found it inappropriate.

After Liu the Doctor left, the Taoist temple was eerily silent.

Everyone became even more respectful towards Qin Sang.

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"I now believe my fellow cultivator is in the game Red Dust."

In the main hall, a low voice suddenly sounded.

Qin Sang's patient in front of him seemed not to hear, still nervously watching Qin Sang take his pulse.

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Before the offering was made, a man in white robes stood there, with an elegant and refined air.

Qin Sang had just begun seeing patients when he entered the main hall. He wasn't there to receive treatment, merely lighting incense for the statues in the hall and standing with his hands behind his back, watching Qin Sang treat others with great interest.

The denizens came and went, yet none of them noticed him.

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“The poor hermit thought that the land wouldn’t reveal his poverty.”

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Qin Sang didn't raise her head, replying faintly.

The visitor was the land owner of this place, a young and scholarly man. He controlled this region, and any rustling in the grass wouldn't escape his ears. Upon hearing about this, he came to investigate personally.

Qin Sang didn't deliberately hide his identity as a cultivator. Going down the mountain to train wasn't about becoming an ordinary person.

If we ever investigate the origins of the main hall, we might need the help of local immortals.

“It’s certainly nice to have a tacit understanding, but Yue is a land deity who receives incense from people. He needs to ask for clarification to be at ease and prevent any ill-intentioned individuals from causing disaster.”

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Land God looked deeply at Qin Sang.

He couldn't see through the cultivation level of the Taoist priest in front of him, unsure if the other party was hiding too deeply or if it surpassed his own by far.

But he secretly observed the two apprentices, one who had just begun his cultivation and the other who should still be an ordinary person.

"Are you at ease now, Yue Daoist" Qin Sang seemed not to have heard the meaning behind his words.

"Fellow Daoist, your benevolent deeds benefit the people. Yue has nothing to worry about. However, Yue's duty lies in reporting any unusual occurrences within the realm to the City God. During his leisure time, the City God might personally visit. Would Daoist be opposed"

The land matter will no longer be investigated further, and will be directly reported to the City God for his judgment.

That's as it should be.

Qin Sang's voice remained calm as ever. She took out a piece of paper, wrapped the medicine, and handed it to the patient.

The patient left, full of gratitude.

Seeing Qin Sang so calm, Tu Di frowned slightly and glanced outside. “Daoist has a lot on his plate, so Yue won't disturb him any further. Farewell.”

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"Goodbye."

Qin Sang waved his hand politely, startling the next patient.

Without apprentices to help, the day was spent in a flurry of activity.

When it was past dusk, Xiaowu and Yulan returned to the mountain together. After cleaning the Taoist temple, they performed their daily rituals in the main hall.

"Master, I've made several friends. They all like Senior Sister...Senior Sister learns so quickly, I feel like I'm becoming smarter too..."

Yulang chattered excitedly, recounting the interesting things that happened at school.

Little Five just smiled faintly from the side.

From now on, the life of the three disciples would be just like this, day after day, passing peacefully. the other in the Seven Kills Hall.There is clearly a deep connection between the Temple of Sin and the Purple Palace. Qin Sang guessed that the Temple of Sin might, like the Hall of Seven Kills, also...