A life of two souls traveling through time

At the time of Si, a rustling sound came from the west wing of the Taoist temple. Youmei finished practicing martial arts, his right ear moved slightly, then the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, he stood up, put on a black robe, and walked out of the main hall.

They stayed here for a few days, and the originally dilapidated and messy Taoist temple was roughly renovated. Although the crooked walls were still covered with weeds and vines, the courtyard was brand new, and even the huge incense burner that had fallen on the ground had been straightened. Of course, this was not because the Yingmen people were kind and generous, and wanted to accumulate merits, but because their head master was very particular. If you stay for more than two days, you will have to pay the same price as the food, and you can't make do.

"My lord!" The shadowman waiting outside the hall caught a glimpse of the man in black robe and hurriedly stepped forward and saluted.

"Those two guys are here again?" Youmei waved his hand, glanced towards the west wing, and asked lazily.

"Yes, they are here to clean Miss Si Yao's room as usual." After the shadow servant finished reporting, he realized it belatedly and said nervously, "But are we disturbing the Lord? I will chase them away right away."

"Nosy! You are so young and yet you are able to repay kindness. I really admire that. Why are you chasing them away?" The cold eyes hidden under the veil glanced at the person in front of her, and there was a hint of displeasure in her tone.

"I have spoken out of turn, please calm down, sir!" Upon hearing this, the shadow warrior trembled with fear and knelt on one knee.

"That girl hasn't come back yet?" Youmei ignored him and asked.

"My lord, Miss Si Yao has not returned yet." Without receiving orders, the shadow soldier did not dare to stand up on his own. He still half-knelt on the ground and replied.

"Get up." Youmei said lightly, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked towards the west wing.

The west wing has now become clean and bright after being cleaned by the two brothers Shitou and Fubao in the past few days. The doors and windows are wide open, and the sunlight shines in, and there are no longer broken spots of light on the ground.

"Fubao, look, there is one more stroke here, it looks like some word." After Shitou finished cleaning the door, he glanced at the words on the wall behind the door. He was immediately filled with surprise and said to his brother.

"One, two, three, four, five, brother, Sister Siyao has been here for exactly five days." Fubao also came over, raised his tender fingers and traced the words on the wall one by one, muttered, and turned to his brother.

"The kid is really smart!"

As soon as Fubao finished speaking, a dark shadow appeared at the door with a lazy laugh, and the two brothers were frightened back a few steps. Although they knew who was coming, they still couldn't help but feel scared every time they saw Youmei's ghostly figure.

"This word is pronounced Zheng. It is used here to record the number of days. One stroke represents one day." Youmei ignored the frightened looks cast at him by the two children, and walked into the room calmly and continued.

"Uncle, why do you cover your face every day?" A strange person appeared before their eyes. Naturally, the two brothers no longer paid attention to that word. Fubao, who was a little bolder, pursed his lips, raised his clear and innocent eyes and asked curiously.

"Because uncle has an ugly face and looks like a ghost. If he doesn't cover it up, he will be regarded as a monster and everyone will want to kill him." He smiled playfully, approached the child, and spoke nonsense in a condescending manner.

The two brothers were forced to take two steps back again because of the oppression from him, but they breathed a sigh of relief when they learned that the uncle in front of them had to cover his face because of his ugly appearance. Shitou also plucked up the courage and said timidly:

"My mother once said that you can't judge a person by appearance. Appearance is innate and there is no right or wrong. You can't judge whether a person is good or bad just by looking at whether he is ugly or beautiful."

"No right or wrong?" After hearing this innocent remark, Youmei sneered and said nothing more. Instead, he turned his eyes to look at the words on the wall and continued to ask, "Do you know why Si Yao recorded the number of days on this wall?"

The two brothers looked at him with bewildered expressions, and then shook their heads at the same time.

"She borrowed money from me to buy medicine for your mother's treatment. The interest is 20 taels of silver a day."

"What? The interest for those five days is one hundred taels of silver!" Although Shitou had never been to school, he had learned some arithmetic from the elders in the village in the past two years. When he heard Youmei's words, his face immediately changed in shock. He had never seen what silver looked like in his life. He had only heard his father, who was away from home all year round, mention that the snowflake silver held in the hands of the rich shone like the moon, and when knocked, it made a dongdong sound, which was very nice and tempting.

Fubao, who was standing aside, was young and naturally didn't know how much one hundred taels of silver was, but when he saw his brother's pale face, a bit of sadness appeared in his eyes.

"For you, even if you spend your whole life, you may not be able to see 20 taels of silver, let alone 100 taels." Seeing the two brothers standing there in a daze, Youmei sneered again, then knelt down in front of them and continued, "Today, your benefactor owes me 200 taels of silver. If you really want to repay me, why don't you come with me? I see that you are smart and know how to repay your kindness, so I can show mercy and pay the 200 taels. How about it?"

Although he said it in a joking tone, Youmei was also somewhat serious. After all, the Shadow Sect was in a period of transition right now, and he still firmly believed that people who were cultivated since childhood were far more caring than those who joined later in life.

The two brothers were panicked when they heard this and looked at each other. Shitou hurriedly grabbed his younger brother Fubao's hand and cautiously led him behind him.

"I heard that there has been no news from your father for two years. He is most likely dead outside. Your mother is a helpless woman. If she hadn't been dragged down by you, she could still find a good home while she is still young. But if you stay here, you will only drag her down..." There was silence in the room for a moment, and Youmei spoke again. Before he finished speaking, Si Yao's cold voice suddenly came from outside:

"Whether it will be a burden or not is up to Sister Chunying to decide. Youmei's leader doesn't need to worry about it so much."

"Sister Si Yao!" The two brothers, who were originally panicked, were surprised and happy when they saw this. They hurriedly ran out of the room and hid behind Si Yao.

"Don't listen to this uncle. Watch over your mother and let her grow up safely. This is also your mother's greatest wish." Si Yao squatted down and pulled the two of them together. After speaking in a gentle voice, she handed a bundle to Shitou and continued to instruct: "There are medicines and cakes in it. Take them home first. I will go over later."

Shitou took the bag, looked at Si Yao and seemed to want to say something, then he lowered his eyes slightly, nodded, and pulled his brother home.

"What does Youmei mean by this? Why are you telling these things to the children?" Si Yao watched the two brothers leave the Taoist temple, then turned back to the room and asked the shadow sitting by the window in a cold voice. She hadn't heard the previous words, so she naturally didn't know that Youmei wanted to use the two children to offset her debt.

"These two little devils want to repay you, so I'll give them some advice. I pity their mother. She's lucky to have met you this time, but what about next time? Rather than dragging these two burdens to suffer in this remote place, it's better for me to..."

"So you're planning to take advantage of these two children!" Si Yao realized halfway through the words and immediately looked serious: "Once you enter the Shadow Gate, it's hard to get out. Will the Dark Lord pity the mother or push her into the abyss?"

Si Yao said in a cold voice, and spread a silver note in front of the other party, and continued: "No more, no less, two hundred taels of silver, I have paid off the debt I owed to the Shadow Sect, and I also ask Youmei to do good deeds and stop making things difficult for Chunying and her son!"

When Youmei saw the banknote, he was startled, then he slowly stood up with the banknote and chuckled, "I really underestimated Miss Si Yao. She earned two hundred taels of silver from this medical consultation. I'm afraid even the greatest doctors in the world can't even come close to her."

"Master in charge..."

Si Yao ignored him. At the same time, a shadow warrior came quickly and whispered a few words into Youmei's ear. Youmei froze for a moment and quickly ordered, "Pass the order and return to Xiyue immediately."

"Yes." The shadow warrior responded and turned to leave.

"you…"

"We have different paths. Si Yao will say goodbye to the Lord here." Youmei just opened his mouth, and Si Yao bowed to him and said in a calm voice.

Upon seeing this, Youmei smiled knowingly, and left in a hurry without saying a word.

These days, he had people leave clues for those who were looking for her. Today, the vicious woman Honghua must have found her, which is why there are these two hundred taels of silver notes. After all, Youmei didn't believe that there would be such a generous patient in such a remote town who would be willing to give two hundred taels of silver on the first day of consultation.