Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 927 - 375: Telling Stories Without Response
"Hmm, I know." Bi Fang nodded, put down the golden sticks, and said, "That Zhou Xuan is indeed lucky to have gotten the Red Ginseng Child, and there are three pieces—two have already been used, leaving one to extend Yuan Buyu’s life."
"Sir, I’m afraid that Yuan Buyu has only half a month of life left. Once he’s overcome by the Hundred Beasts, and is killed by Heaven and Earth, the curse will transfer to Zhou Xuan."
"When the curse grows from a small stream to a large river, it will be another seven or eight days. If we calculate it this way, the time for Zhou Xuan to be afflicted by the Hundred Beasts cannot be less than a month."
This was what the white-robed Daoist didn’t understand.
Clearly, the curse on Zhou Xuan should manifest in about a month, there’s still plenty of time, yet nine golden sticks rang out seven times, reminding Bi Fang that the shift in fate was nearing its end.
"Perhaps... the golden sticks are reminding me... that we don’t have to wait until he is plagued by the curse. Our opportunity to kill Zhou Xuan has arrived."
Bi Fang calculated this way.
The wish of the Heavenly Book ultimately was for Zhou Xuan to perish.
Only one of the two Heavenly Book holders can survive.
"The curse of the Hundred Beasts" is merely a means to kill Zhou Xuan, not the end goal. As long as the goal is achieved, the means don’t matter, do they?
Bi Fang then guessed that the golden sticks were hinting to him—it’s almost time to kill Zhou Xuan, urging him to be ready.
"Sir, will you descend to the human world?"
"I plan to."
Bi Fang said, "The golden sticks are always extremely accurate. If they predict the time to kill Zhou Xuan has come, then it must have come. When we descend to the human world, we will be invincible.
If this opportunity is missed, whether a better one will come later is uncertain."
Killing Zhou Xuan is a major task.
He is utilizing the Will Heavenly Book to publish the wish "kill Zhou Xuan," which unexpectedly requires the response of seventeen god-level entities.
The bigger the task, the more fleeting the opportunity. If not seized properly... once missed, it truly is missed.
"Jia Dao, you continue to stay at the thatched hut, monitor the movements of the nine golden sticks, and see when the remaining two will react."
"Yes." The white-robed Daoist nodded immediately in response.
As Bi Fang was about to leave the room, a new buzzing sound echoed, the eighth golden stick also emitted a slight vibration.
Nine golden sticks, eight have reacted, which in the past meant—the wish of the Heavenly Book is just one step away from being fulfilled.
"First ancient, the eighth..."
"I heard it."
Bi Fang stood beneath the golden sticks, muttering, "Golden sticks, you symbolize storytellers, the witness to the doctrines of supreme will. Answer me... is the opportunity to kill Zhou Xuan now here?"
The golden sticks cannot speak, they merely shake.
Yet Bi Fang was torn.
Because in his view, entering Mingjiang Prefecture now couldn’t possibly be considered a great opportunity, but the golden sticks indicate that the time to kill Zhou Xuan has arrived.
"To descend or not to descend?"
Bi Fang seemed to be standing at a crossroads, facing the most significant decision of his life.
"Jia Dao, I will send you down first, you go to Mingjiang Prefecture to probe the reality."
After pondering for a long time, Bi Fang finally responded.
The divination of the nine-sound eight golden sticks compelled him to make a choice...
"Yes, sir." The white-robed Daoist bowed and said.
"Come with me, I will go to give a storytelling session too." Bi Fang walked towards the storytelling table in front of the pavilion.
...
In the bamboo house, Zhou Xuan was flipping through his self-written book Liang Zhi, preparing for the final stage.
Hiding in the appearance of an old man, the Turtle Mountain Taoist poked his head into the bamboo house, greeting.
"Great Sir, are you busy?"
"How are things, is there any ghostly person climbing the mountain?"
Zhou Xuan placed the book Liang Zhi on the table and asked.
"Indeed, someone climbed the mountain. Great Sir’s foresight is truly remarkable, however—whether that person saw through my disguise or not, they quietly left."
The Turtle Mountain Taoist expressed his worries.
"Did they ever enter the Daoist Temple?"
"No, not at all." Turtle Mountain Taoist replied honestly.
"Don’t worry, they haven’t seen through our tricks."
According to Zhou Xuan’s plan, he wanted to use the alliance of "Bi Fang, Evil Mouse" as bait, to lure out the big fish, Evil Mouse.
This bait was very weighty.
After experiencing many significant events, Zhou Xuan knew one thing well—his reputation was too prominent, his influence too great.
A prominent reputation and great influence have a downside, which is the attraction of trouble.
The wisdom of trees attracting the wind remains unchanged throughout the ages.
But simultaneously, it has a benefit—everyone is afraid of him, terrified of him.
The more Evil Mouse fears and dreads Zhou Xuan, the less confidence it has.
A person without confidence who wants to fight Zhou Xuan to the death, just to obtain that drop of blood from Zhou Xuan’s body, what would they do?
Of course, they would find helpers, as ruthless as possible.
The appearance of Bi Fang let Evil Mouse see a glimmer of hope.
"Evil Mouse has no reason to give up on this bait."
"Even if it sees through our bait, it will examine the bait closely, yet how could it not enter the Daoist Temple to see if you are a Daoist?"
Zhou Xuan speculated: "So its departure does not mean it saw through you... but rather it doesn’t fully believe you are a Daoist and needs to probe further."
"They still need to test, but isn’t that going to make me eat Ginseng... Can’t eat it... that thing is too nourishing, it’ll make me too spirited."
