A life of two souls traveling through time

Chapter 339 Mr. Sang, the Year-Old Fairy

"Sister Siyao, was the cake we had last night delicious? Why don't we buy some more to take with us on the road?"

After noon on the next day, Xiaolu and Siyao came out of the inn and headed out of the town. When they passed a pastry shop, he suddenly asked.

"It's delicious but too expensive. We don't have much money left, so let's save some money for now." Si Yao said listlessly with sleepy eyes and then he couldn't help yawning while covering his mouth.

Yesterday she learned a lot of new dialectics and treatment methods from Mr. Zisang that were different from those of her master. So after arriving at the inn, she stayed up all night recording what she had learned in a book based on her memory. Before she knew it, the whole night had passed.

My master once said that the same disease has different treatments, and different diseases have the same treatments. In the vast medical world, there are thousands of different diseases and even more different treatments, but the ultimate goal is to cure the patient.

"With your medical skills, it's not difficult to earn some money, Sister Siyao." Xiaolu smiled disapprovingly, but seeing that Siyao looked tired, he said with concern: "Sister Siyao, I think we should stay here for another day. You haven't slept all night, so you should rest well. There's no need to rush on this journey."

"I'm fine." Si Yao just smiled faintly.

"Miss Si Yao!" At this time, a childish yet familiar voice sounded behind the two of them.

"Little medicine boy, is that you?" Xiaolu was surprised when he turned around and saw that it was the medicine boy beside Mr. Zisang.

Yesterday, after Mr. Zisang treated the woman in the pharmacy, he said goodbye to them and hurriedly left the town and his whereabouts were unknown. Unexpectedly, I saw the medicine boy beside him again today, but why did this medicine boy come alone?

"My name is Alai, not Little Medicine Boy." The medicine boy frowned slightly, pouted at Xiaolu with some dissatisfaction, then turned to Siyao and saluted and continued: "Miss Siyao, my master wants to see you."

"Didn't you leave the city last night?" Xiaolu asked curiously without waiting for Si Yao to respond.

"He went out, but went down the mountain again this morning. My master is waiting for Miss Si Yao at the foot of the mountain outside the town." The medicine boy replied seriously.

"Thank you for leading the way." Hearing that Mr. Zisang was waiting for her, Si Yao did not ask any more questions and returned a salute to the medicine boy.

"Go to the north gate." The medicine boy said as he turned and headed towards the north gate of the city.

Si Yao and Xiao Lu followed silently. After the three of them walked out of the north gate, they entered a dense forest. It had rained all night, and the snow was still melting. The town had bluestone paving, which was not bad, but the road outside the city was muddy. After about a cup of tea, the three of them came to a high mountain. At the foot of the mountain, there was a pavilion for people to rest. From a distance, they could see the elegant figure of Mr. Zisang in the pavilion.

"Sir, you have something to say to Miss Si Yao alone." Xiaolu was about to follow Si Yao to the pavilion, but the medicine boy raised his hand to stop him.

"What does your master want to say to Sister Si Yao?" Seeing Sister Si Yao walking towards the pavilion alone, Xiaolu couldn't help but ask the medicine boy in front of him curiously.

But the medicine boy didn't say anything. He just blinked his innocent big eyes and then shook his head.

Xiaolu couldn't help laughing, so he shrugged his shoulders and waited silently.

"Si Yao greets Mr. Zisang." Entering the pavilion, Si Yao bowed to the old man in front of her. Although she had only seen Mr. Zisang overnight, she actually felt very cordial, as if she was meeting a familiar elder again.

"Didn't you get enough rest last night?" Mr. Zisang turned around with a smile, stroking his white beard, but when he saw the fatigue on Si Yao's face, he couldn't help but ask with concern.

Si Yao didn't know how to explain it, so she just nodded in response.

Mr. Zisang smiled calmly and did not ask any more questions. He took out two thick books from the bamboo basket on the stone table and handed them to Si Yao. He continued with a smile, "These two medical books are the work of my life. Since we have a destiny, I will give them to you."

"Thank you, Mr. Zisang." Si Yao was ecstatic. She was usually rational, but now she was laughing like a child. She quickly took the two medical books and was so excited that she didn't know what to say except thank you.

"I heard that you have only been in this Lanwu land for three months? Is your teacher also a traveling doctor? How old is he?" Xiaolu looked at the white-haired Mr. Zisang in the pavilion from afar, and couldn't help but ask the medicine boy in front of him out of boredom.

"Well, the master is a hermit master from Liunan Country. He travels around to practice medicine every few years. When he arrives at a place, in addition to treating patients, he will also stay there to live in seclusion for a period of time, and will not leave until he has learned about the local customs and culture. The master is exactly 120 years old this year." Facing Xiaolu's words again, the medicine boy did not remain silent, but nodded seriously and responded one by one.

Xiaolu was speechless when he heard this. He raised his eyes again and looked at Mr. Zisang in the pavilion in the distance. Although he had white hair, his strong and healthy figure made it difficult for anyone to believe that Mr. Zisang was already very old. Could he really be a god as the local people said?

"You... don't belong here. I'm afraid you have entered the Central Plains by mistake." In the pavilion, Mr. Zisang still looked at Si Yao in front of him calmly and said slowly.

"How do you know that, sir?" Si Yao's smile disappeared immediately after hearing that. She stared at him and asked bluntly.

"Since you are here, just treat it as a journey. But remember, when fate comes, accept it, and when fate goes, don't force it. Everything has its destiny, so just let it take its course." But Mr. Zisang did not answer Si Yao's question. Instead, he looked at her with a smile, a pair of eyes as deep and unfathomable as a deep pool, and said leisurely.

Although Mr. Zisang's words were easy to understand, Si Yao didn't understand what he meant by the rest of his words. She was confused for a moment, and when she looked up, she saw Mr. Zisang had already walked out of the pavilion with a bamboo basket. Si Yao was about to speak but stopped herself. Finally, she put down the book and chased out of the pavilion, silently bowed to the white-haired old man who had gone away to express her gratitude and say goodbye.

"Sister Si Yao, what did Mr. Zisang say to you last?" After watching Mr. Zisang and the medicine boy walk away, Xiaolu quickly came to Si Yao. Seeing that she looked thoughtful, he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Let's go too." Si Yao didn't answer, but just smiled at him faintly.

"Mr. Zisang is so immortal, selfless and compassionate. No wonder the people of Lanwu call him a god. However, at his advanced age, he can indeed be called a centenarian god!" Xiaolu turned around and looked at the two thick medical books placed on the stone table, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Old age? It turns out that he is a centenarian doctor who has witnessed countless people’s birth, aging, illness and death. Si Yao realized later that Taoism and medicine have the same origin, born from Taoism and practiced for Taoism. Mr. Zisang must be considered a Taoist master, so it is not surprising that he can detect the abnormality in her.