Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 197 - 161 Dual Souls of Buddhist and Taoist

Chapter 197: Chapter 161 Dual Souls of Buddhist and Taoist

Si Ming heard that Zhou Xuan was going to invite Liu Qingguang, so he called Housekeeper Bai, who was waiting outside the hall.

"Lao Bai, go find Lao Liu."

"Yes, sir."

Housekeeper Bai responded and went to the conference hall to call Liu Qingguang.

Si Ming then took a walk in the small courtyard in front of the Blessing Hall to clear his mind.

He was an open-minded person and knew he was getting old. There was a generational divide, a gap, between him, Zhou Xuan, and Si Yuer.

Young people always liked trendy things. Take school theater, for example—he could only listen to a few segments before finding the singing too artificial, exaggerated, and hollow. The performers didn’t polish their stage presence properly, so he didn’t enjoy it. But young people liked it, and young people’s preferences had their own reasons and value.

"Maybe it’s not that school theater is bad; maybe I’m just old."

Si Ming sighed inwardly. He genuinely felt that young people only understood other young people, and only young people could truly hang out comfortably with one another.

If that were the case, rather than staying in the hall as a mood-ruining old-fashioned stickler, it was better to let Si Yuer and Zhou Xuan happily chat on their own.

Of course, Si Ming didn’t fully trust Zhou Xuan. After a few interactions with the young master, he found Zhou Xuan to be upright and principled, but he also carried the reckless flair of youth. As the saying goes, "One can know a person’s face but not their heart." Nobody could guarantee that Zhou Xuan wasn’t secretly harboring ill intentions. If Zhou Xuan ever had ulterior motives toward his daughter, wouldn’t Si Ming be inviting a wolf into his home?

Therefore, while Si Ming made space for them, he didn’t go far, ensuring that if anything happened to Si Yuer, he could step in immediately.

After Si Ming left, the atmosphere inside the house became noticeably lighter and more lively.

Si Yuer had an outgoing personality, the type who could drink and play finger-guessing games with carriage drivers and stablehands—a social dynamo. Zhou Xuan, dressed sharply and looking handsome, matched her image of the "Tattoo Master" she had anticipated hearing about for days. With this favorable impression, she felt all the more relaxed.

She eagerly started a conversation with Zhou Xuan.

"Brother Zhou, have you seen any movies recently? I was reading the paper; there’s a new movie out starring Zeng Kong and Huang Yan Ni. It’s a crime film—Huang Yan Ni dies in a locked room, and Zeng Kong investigates the case.

Zeng Kong, you know, right? He’s a thespian, Jing Country’s best actor. Huang Yan Ni is also very beautiful. I heard she came from the pear garden; she used to perform in Ping Shui Prefecture, had great poise..."

Zhou Xuan grew increasingly baffled and asked, "Miss Si, aren’t you worried about what’s on your back?"

"What’s there to worry about?"

Si Yuer poked her chest and said, "Don’t be fooled by my appearance as a young lady; my fate has been pretty rough. You know I’m a Blood Well Spirit Communicator—otherwise, you wouldn’t be here to tattoo me. Everyone says Blood Well Spirit Communicators only live up to five years after connecting with the Spirit.

I’m already in my fourth year. If it weren’t for your Buddha’s head tattoo, I’d be on the brink of total madness.

Now that my mental state is restored, I can live normally. I’ve been making the most of each day—what’s on my back doesn’t matter. I’ll still eat, drink, catch a few movies, visit the cosmetics shops often, and make the most of my good fortune being born into the Si Family."

Zhou Xuan had a great impression of Si Yuer’s optimistic personality.

He smiled and said, "Blood Well Spirit isn’t entirely a bad thing. It has its positive aspects—for example, heightened perception, the ability to hear things others can’t, see things others can’t, and even gaze into the Blood Well to uncover many secrets. It satisfies one’s curiosity."

"Oh, so you’re also a Blood Well Spirit Communicator. That explains why you know so much," Si Yuer said as she grabbed some pastries and handed Zhou Xuan a piece.

Zhou Xuan received the osmanthus cake and smiled, "I’m not a Blood Well Spirit Communicator, but my mentor is."

"Who’s your mentor? I might know them," Si Yuer asked again.

"My mentor is an extraordinary figure with very strong perception. We’ve never met face-to-face; he communicates with me through dreams. We’ve talked about many things relating to the Blood Well."

Zhou Xuan fabricated lies effortlessly.

"So your mentor must be incredible?"

"Extremely incredible. He’s guided me in many ways," Zhou Xuan replied with a grin.

At that remark, Si Yuer said, "Oh, I think I’ve guessed who your mentor is."

Huh? I made this up on the spot, and you can guess?

"Let me tell you my guess."

Si Yuer said, "You specialize in tattoos, and according to my parents, you’re from the mysterious Ancient Tattoo Clan. If your mentor can enter your dreams using powerful perception, they must already know who you are!

Your Ancient Tattoo Clan is so secretive; the only person who could know your identity must be another member of the Ancient Tattoo Clan. Am I right?"

"And so?" Zhou Xuan neither confirmed nor denied it.

"Your mentor is a Blood Well Spirit Communicator and a member of the Ancient Tattoo Clan, yet incredibly powerful. They must be the Hundred-Eyed High Priest of your Ancient Tattoo Clan."

Zhou Xuan had no idea who the "Hundred-Eyed High Priest" was, nor did he understand how Si Yuer knew this name.

"Did I get it right?"

Si Yuer was determined to know if her guess was correct.

"My mentor isn’t the Hundred-Eyed High Priest; he’s even more powerful than Hundred Eyes," Zhou Xuan replied with confidence.

His real mentor was Yuan Buyu, the seven-incense storyteller, who was very likely more powerful than the Hundred-Eyed High Priest. Technically, it wasn’t entirely a lie.

"Even more powerful?" Si Yuer was fascinated and shook her head in amazement, saying, "I really wouldn’t know any Blood Well Spirit Communicator who’s stronger than that."

Zhou Xuan then asked, "Miss Si..."

"Don’t call me Miss Si; you can call me Da Yuer or use my nickname..."

"What’s your nickname?"