Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 926 - 375: Telling Stories Without Response
Li Dazhu, called by the Mouse King, immediately asked, "Mouse King, what are your instructions?"
"Regarding the alliance, the matter is too significant to be handled hastily."
The Mouse King’s speech was somewhat slow, seemingly deep in thought, and he said, "Ying Zhouxuan, I’m not a hundred percent sure, indeed need a helper, a Heavenly Vault God-level helper, naturally very powerful,
but, the more critical the moment, the less one should panic."
"You mentioned the people in the temple are Daoists," Li Dazhu said.
"We still need to continue observing," the Mouse King said. "You go back to the living area first, don’t arouse suspicion, tomorrow, we’ll come back and see if this Daoist’s Incense Fire Level continues to rise. If it can still rise, it proves he’s a true Daoist without a doubt, then we must try to see—how to contact this descended Bi Fang."
"Understood."
Since the Mouse King already had a plan, Li Dazhu no longer insisted and turned to go down the mountain.
...
Inside Turtle Mountain Temple, the Turtle Mountain Daoist listened attentively to the footsteps and voices outside.
However, he only heard the departing footsteps and could not hear any conversation.
Li Dazhu, as the Little Mouse, communicated with the Mouse King through consciousness exchange, without using any vocalization, so the Turtle Taoist naturally could not hear.
"Gone? Already gone? I hope I haven’t slipped up?"
The Turtle Mountain Daoist kept questioning himself, clutching the Bone Token tightly. After about half an incense’s time of psychological preparation, he finally mustered the courage to check outside the temple.
Outside the temple was indeed deserted, under the tree where Li Dazhu had hidden, leaving only a series of light footprints.
"I have to find the great master."
The Turtle Mountain Daoist was just about to leave when he felt a warm flow in front of his nose, sweet and metallic in taste. He touched it and found it was blood.
"Ah, the palm Shen’s Buddha energy is too strong, supplemented until it bleeds from the nose."
"Wait... I’m a residual soul, where did the nosebleed come from?"
The Turtle Mountain Daoist immediately realized.
...
Above the Heavenly Dome, there were originally twenty-four God-level beings.
Each God-level being has its own Divine Country.
The nature and habits of each God-level being vary, so the Divine Country established by each is unique.
For instance, the "Witch" level—Queen, her Divine Country is a giant tower reaching the starry sky.
Aside from observing the human world, what she loves most is sitting atop the tower, contemplating the mysteries beyond the starry sky.
The storyteller "Bi Fang," his Divine Country isn’t as grand but resembles a secluded person’s little garden.
A thatched cottage, yard, vegetable patch, pavilion—all simple, with a grass shelter set up, a wooden table below with few objects—a fan, a silk cloth, a gavel.
Bi Fang was planting vegetables in the vegetable patch at that moment, the sun shining, rendering a pastoral charm.
A white-robed "Daoist," walked mechanically before Bi Fang, bowed and said, "Master, seven out of nine golden sticks have already sounded today."
When Bi Fang was still a storyteller’s disciple, his master had given him nine golden sticks.
"The art of storytelling, respected by the people since the Ancient Era, storytellers of old spoke to carry the supreme will of the Heavenly Dao,
we are declarers of the supreme will, so where is the need for vulgar performances at theaters? It was always the heads of each county, state, and prefecture who crafted nine golden sticks as a book fee, inviting us to tell stories with reverence."
"I cannot control other storytellers, but under my tutelage, no theaters for storytellers; you have these nine golden sticks, and henceforth your sole duty—preach the supreme will, open the golden mouth, let all beings inherit the unmatched learning."
The nine golden sticks not only represent Bi Fang’s legacy but also become his divination method for the "Will Heavenly Book."
His Will Heavenly Book, when operating desires, whether flowing smoothly or encountering issues, the nine golden sticks suspended in the Divine Country’s thatched cottage would make corresponding predictions.
Usually, the nine golden sticks do not sound, but if the desire proceeds extremely well and completes, all nine sticks will sound together.
"Seven have sounded? Let me take a look."
Bi Fang rose from the vegetable patch, quickened his stride, and entered the cottage.
The nine sticks, each glowing with golden brilliance, suspended by red ropes.
There was no wind in the room, but the golden sticks trembled intensely.
The sticks, once in motion, emitted a buzzing vibration.
"Seven out of nine, indicating Zhou Xuan’s demise is imminent."
Bi Fang’s Heavenly Book desire is to transform Zhou Xuan into the "Hundred Beasts."
Once Zhou Xuan is ensnared by the curse of the "Hundred Beasts," he won’t die immediately, but will undergo beastification, becoming a man-eating beast, shunned by Heaven and Earth.
Seven out of nine sticks sounding indicates this desire is nearly fulfilled, only a final step remains.
Bi Fang’s right hand caressed a golden stick that had yet to move, gazed intently, a smile forming, saying, "This is good news, Zhou Xuan is a thorn in my side, as long as he lives, I cannot sleep well, nor tell stories at ease, there’s simply no peace at all."
"Master, the divination from the golden sticks seems to conflict with reality."
The white-robed Daoist reminded Bi Fang, saying, "Given the current situation, the prophecy of the curse of the Hundred Beasts in the Heavenly Book has been shouldered by Yuan Buyu, and for now, the curse cannot bind him again."
