Chapter 546 What a coincidence

White Tiger?

arctic fox?

Song Chunxue knew that the White Tiger was her third uncle's mount.

Who owns the white fox?

Could it be that Senior Brother brought Little White from Mount Xuliang?

Song Chunxue quickly stepped through the gate. The ground was littered with scattered blue bricks, which had not yet been paved. She stepped over the mess and walked inside.

The man painting the large pillar saw a woman approaching and secretly called out to the other craftsmen.

"Hey, do you see that? There's a woman over there."

"I saw it a long time ago. I can't tell its age. It's neither old nor young. Judging from its eyes, it should be a cultivator. Stop talking nonsense or someone will slap you in the mouth."

"You have such a sharp eye. What kind of cultivator is she? She's just a Taoist nun. Judging from her clothes, she's not a proper Taoist nun. She probably has some spare money at home and is just pretending to be a cultivator because she has nothing better to do."

Song Chunxue had excellent hearing and heard every word. When she reached the last step at the entrance of the main hall, she turned to look at the person who had spoken.

"Shut up, people are looking at you!"

The painter muttered irritably, "You're talking nonsense. We're speaking so softly, what could she possibly hear?"

"Chaozi, I don't want to talk to you."

Song Chunxue smiled at that direction, then turned and entered the main courtyard through the side door.

Upon arriving at the backyard, two teenagers dressed in loose blue Taoist robes were sweeping the yard with brooms.

After asking in detail, Song Chunxue learned that the two boys were refugees that the Taoist priest had picked up from the foot of the mountain, and that they would stay on the mountain as disciples who would sweep and clean.

The Taoist priest and his uncle were both away. The Taoist priest was out, and his uncle disappeared every morning after breakfast.

Song Chunxue arrived at the side courtyard, a quiet and elegant courtyard divided into two smaller courtyards. The right one was smaller and contained only three small rooms for female cultivators to live in.

The tall, thin boy spoke softly, "Are you Uncle Song? Master Zhang said this courtyard is for you to live in. You can move in anytime you come."

The shorter one exclaimed "Ah!" and his expression as he looked at Song Chunxue immediately changed.

"A very wealthy martial uncle?"

His face instantly went from expressionless to beaming with a smile. He bowed to Song Chunxue, revealing his thick, frizzy hair, so thick it seemed like the thin rope could burst open.

Song Chunxue, who was struggling to grow her hair back to its former glory, was quite envious, and this comment made her both laugh and cry.

"I'm not very rich, just a little richer than my senior brother."

"I'm so sorry for not welcoming you properly. I didn't expect you to be a female cultivator. Please come in and have some tea."

He raised his hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear, dropped the broom, and gestured for Song Chunxue to come inside.

"I won't have any tea, you all go about your business. I'd like to know, this Taoist temple isn't finished yet, so why are there so few people?" she asked casually. "By the way, what are your names?"

“My name is Changyun, and his name is Changfeng. I’m a bit stronger,” the short man chuckled, “and we didn’t starve to death on the way we fled.”

"Those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune."

Changyun scratched the back of his head. "Yes, everyone says that."

“Uncle Youqian, if you are very wealthy, take out some silver to return to that unscrupulous merchant. He said he would voluntarily donate money to build a Taoist temple, make offerings to the gods to pray for his family and forgive the sins of his clan. But at the beginning of the year, he went back on his word and demanded that the Taoist priest save his son's life, or he would demolish the temple.”

Song Chunxue frowned. "Is that so?"

If a Taoist priest wants to save someone's life, even a great immortal couldn't save them; their lifespan has already ended.

Isn't this asking my senior brother to trade his life for my life?

They really dare to think big.

"Okay, I'll discuss it with the Taoist priest when he gets back."

The money for building the Taoist temple is more than enough from what was brought from the Zhang family; I suspect my senior brother has other considerations as well.

"Oh, there's one more thing, the Daoist Master told us not to tell our martial uncle..."

"Changyun," Changfeng interrupted him gently, "You still dare to speak."

With such tantalizing words, how could Song Chunxue not press for the truth?

"You two brats, since you dared to say it, it means it's not a promise that can't be kept. Tell me, what is it?"

"Uncle-Master, the Daoist Master doesn't want you to know," Changfeng said hesitantly. "We promised the Daoist Master."

"Changyun, tell me," Song Chunxue asked curiously, "why do you call him Daoist Master, but call me Martial Uncle?"

“Because he doesn’t allow us to call him Master, he’s unwilling to take on disciples, and besides, we’re not qualified.” Changyun lowered his voice. “Uncle-Master, those Zhao family members are too wicked. When they saw that the Taoist priest was unwilling to save people, they said they wouldn’t agree, but secretly they drugged the Taoist priest and almost let the dancer ruin his cultivation.”

"What?" Song Chunxue asked, her face full of questions.

"The Taoist priest cultivates the 'bachelor's method. If he breaks the precept against lust, it will be much more serious than if a monk breaks the precept. At most, a monk will kneel in front of the Buddha and kowtow to chant scriptures, but a Taoist priest will suffer damage to his meridians, a great drop in his cultivation, and may even go into qi deviation and become a cripple."

"..." Having known her senior brother for so long, she had no idea.

Changfeng probably noticed her surprise.

"So we were quite surprised that the Taoist priest's junior brother was actually a female cultivator."

Indeed, Song Chunxue herself was quite surprised.

"It seems that in the Daoist's eyes, my uncle is no different from a man, otherwise..."

Before Changyun could finish speaking, Changfeng forcefully covered his head, and in the struggle, his hair came loose and stood up like a tumbleweed.

"It's alright. What he said makes sense. Otherwise, I've known my senior brother for so many years and we're quite close. I wouldn't dare to associate with him anymore. Besides, my senior brother has cultivated for many years and his mind is probably as still as water. He can even withstand that kind of medicine time and time again. I guess in his eyes, women are no different from skeletons."

Changfeng and Changyun stared blankly at her.

"Successively?" Changyun asked curiously. "Which other times? Senior Brother, would you like to tell me in detail?"

"Changyun." Changfeng bowed to Song Chunxue, "Please forgive me, Uncle-Master, you are busy. Please forgive my rudeness."

This child must not be from an ordinary family; his speech and manners must have been cultivated from a young age. How could he possibly be a refugee?

Song Chunxue didn't ask any further questions. "No, you guys go ahead with your work. I'll head down the mountain now and come back another day."

On her way down the mountain, she saw a lot of soldiers around Jincheng, as if they were coming from the military camp. Could it be that there was a war somewhere?

There was nothing worth remembering about her past life; she didn't even remember when the war started.

Even if there is a war, as long as it doesn't reach her doorstep and doesn't interfere with the farmers' work, she doesn't care much.

After all, in his previous life, the second son had already gone to the south and was no longer fighting in the army.

After descending the mountain and entering the city, she heard someone say that the barbarians in the west were again looting and pillaging, and that the 50,000 troops stationed outside the city had already gone to the battlefield.

Aside from a few sighs, people on the street continued making pancakes and hawking their wine as usual, as if it hadn't been affected much.

When Song Chunxue passed by the grain store, she saw many people queuing to buy grain.

Song Chunxue planned to buy two bags of flour and then go to the county to pick up two truckloads of grain in a few days.

Upon arriving at the noodle shop, they saw Yao Man, accompanied by two attendants, and another man emerging from the inn next door.

The other person looked somewhat familiar.

"Oh, Sister Song, what a coincidence! What are you doing here? Do you want to buy noodles?" Yao Man smiled and looked at the man behind her. "What a coincidence! I was just about to introduce you to this gentleman."