The Immortal's Poison Chapter 92

The mountainside was vast and spacious. It was impossible for one to view the entire horizon. Mounds upon mounds of little hills soared from within the jagged boulders. The hills appeared like the fangs of ancient beasts as it enshrouded the darkness with a sharp and imposing manner.

Wen Leyang tried to pull the fat men off his body. Nonetheless, it was an unfruitful attempt even after he exerted his strength for a long time. At last, he gave up and stopped bothering about them. He inhaled a deep breath as he nodded towards the skinny little obscure cultivator, who appeared hostile. He spoke in a sincere manner, "Wen Leyang from the Nine Peak Mountains is forever grateful to the senior for saving my life. If it wasn't for the senior's guidance…"

The skinny little obscure cultivator squinted, as he interrupted Wen Leyang. He was full of hostility when he asked in reply, "What kind of demon or monster are you?"

Wen Leyang was stunned, "The junior is not a demon or monster… these are seven fat men and a little monk... They were all coiled around my body, I could not remove them in such a short time." Wen Leyang suddenly realized that the opposing party had mistaken him as a monster.

The obscure cultivator had just arrived at the ground surface when he noticed that the mountain was falling and the earth was splitting. He started running back towards the direction where he came from. At first, there was a huge walking 'four-joy meatballs' chasing behind him. It was impossible for him to take a look and he had only recognized now that it was a group of people entwined messily into a ball. His old face blushed as he deviated the topic of discussion, "Who are all of you, fighting in front of the Heaven-Teller Immortal's Cave. If you were to ruin my cultivation, I…I…I…will fight all of you to death."

Wen Leyang smiled with kindness, "Heaven-Teller?"

The obscure cultivation nodded his head solemnly, "Heaven-telling, earth-telling, water-telling, fire-telling, grass-telling, wood-telling, rock-telling, Yin-telling Yang-telling, Five elements-telling, universe-telling, destiny-telling… Anyhow, I can tell anything and tell everything. I am pretty good at telling everything!

Wen Leyang smiled with even more kindness, "Telling… Like fortune-telling? How may I address the senior?"

The obscure cultivator frowned, "How to address… Oh! The master teacher named me a long time ago. My name is Wei Mo. What was that fortune-telling you were talking about?"

The obscure cultivator named Wei Mo was stolen by his master teacher from the village not long after he was born. He was brought into this mountainside where he spent his life cultivating. He lived with no one but one master teacher for decades. As his master teacher died, he simply made a decision to stop making contact with outsiders and spent his days studying the unique cultivation skill of heaven-telling. He was old but he had no other intention other than to focus solely on his cultivation.

Wen Leyang pondered for a moment before speaking, "Fortune-telling is the act of eight-character or five elements divination, or by examining the patterns of a person's palm pattern or face reading, to tell about his or her future events."

Wei Mo pouted in arrogance, "What is the purpose of fortune-telling then? The descendants of Heaven-Teller utilize the divination skill to derive the entire universe, as large as the sun, moon, stars, mountains, lakes, seas; as small as grass, trees, bugs, beasts, flowers, birds, fishes, and worms. As long as my Dharma eye is able to tell, one's destiny or Yin and Yang energy will never escape my telling! I can even tell about the future of the universe. I suppose there is no necessity to talk about a person's fortune in this case anymore!"

Chang Li and Bu Le once said that an obscure cultivator only judged his own cultivation practice. He took utterly no notice to the affairs of human life. Some of their actual strength was strong, while some were weak. They differed greatly from one another. The cultivation sect that they cultivated from included every curious and eccentric thing under the sun. The person Wei Mo before his eyes cultivated in only one word, telling.

Wen Leyang was curious. He did understand how could one acquire the cultivation of such a sect, "So how long are you going to continue the telling cultivation, to finally ascend into a Taoism immortal?"

Wei Mo smiled faintly, "The people from the Heaven-Teller sect use the divination skill to derive the heaven's path. The principle of Yin and Yang and the five elements are all included, so are the general trends of events in the world. By the time one can tell everything to perfection and tell all the heavenly mysteries, one will naturally ascend into a Taoism immortal."

Wen Leyang rolled his eyes. This was another portrayal of extreme stupidity once again.

Wei Mo laughed as he shook his head, "You wouldn't understand even if I were to tell you there will always be an ending even within the heaven's path. The people of Heaven-Teller sect relayed their effort from one generation to another generation. We ask for nothing but the day we could tell of the day the heaven is exhausted and the earth is lost. Once we can tell about this ending, we can finally decipher the limitless mysteries hidden within the heaven entirely. It is as easy as a pie to ascend into a Taoism immortal!"

Wen Leyang could finally understand the rough idea now, he continued probing, "So all of you are trying to tell about the future continuously, and will continue to tell until…you can tell about the end of the future?"

Wei Mo finally heaved a sigh of relief, "At least you are not the perfect idiot, we will continue our effort until we can tell about the end of the future. By then, all the heaven's mysteries will be in our hands! My grandmaster was enlightened about this exceedingly high principle around the end of the Han dynasty, he started living in seclusion over here while cultivating, the sect relayed its efforts over generations until now, all along the way we can tell about…" Wei Mo suddenly shut his mouth when he was at this part of his speech, he refused to talk anymore.

Wen Leyang had never heard of the cultivation theory of the descendants of Heaven-Teller before. He gave a forced smile in preparation to shake his head when he realized he could not due to the arms and legs coiling around his neck. "So you couldn't tell that the world outside was collapsing today? You ran outside and was almost crushed to death?"

Wei Mo was as calm as before. He laughed in a contented manner, "My power has its exhaustion point. There are so many matters between the heaven and the earth. How can I tell every single matter that happens? I have yet to tell about many great matters even! I derive from the great trends of events in the world and the great matters that happened because of the great trends of events! Now, this is considered the heaven's mysteries. As for the matter of horse giving birth to mule or chicken laying eggs, those are considered small matters, there is no point to derive from those matters!"

Wen Leyang laughed as he asked, "So which great matter did you manage to tell?"

Wei Mo suddenly turned hostile as he shouted harshly, "Any mortal who tries to probe for the heaven's mysteries is always considered in defiance of heaven's law. Revealing the heaven's mysteries was even more of a terrible matter, I can tell about that, but I can never say it out loud!"

This time the little stutterer spoke, "L-l-liar I suppose?"

The blue veins on the corner of Wei Mo's forehead bulged high all of a sudden.

The matter about heaven-telling and earth-telling was unreliable. However, Wei Mo's identity as an obscure cultivator was genuine. Wen Leyang was virtuous and sincere as he wanted to smooth out the dispute. He hastily chuckled and said, "The heaven's mysteries are never to be revealed. This is an eternally imperishable principle, as big as the immortals from the Heaven-Teller sect, as small as the mister fortune-teller in Jianghu…"

Wei Mo, who had only found out what a fortune-teller was earlier, wished that the blue veins on his forehead could leap out and lash onto Wen Leyang. He clenched his teeth and roared in rage, "Bullshit! Young chap, you listen to me carefully!" As he was saying that, it was as if he finally made an exceptional determination. His expression turned savage as he spoke word by word with a low hoarse voice, "In the year of 775, troubles broke out in the Fan Yang city. Those barbaric wolves there covered up their malicious intent as they refused to abide by the three cardinal guides and the five constant virtues of the feudal ethical code and the various school of thought. So, the insurgent troops of the Three Towns of Wuhan brought disaster upon the entire country, the flourishing age of the empire of China collapse akin to a landslide..."

Wen Leyang was astonished. He was suspicious in his heart, "And brought in the World War III?"

The little divine monk Hope Voice frowned within Wen Leyang's cradle, after a long while, he stuttered with a solemn tone, "S-s-s-sounded like the…an-Shi Rebellion!"

Wei Mo turned pale with fear. He stared at the little monk, "You…..you can do the telling too?"

Wen Leyang gave a chuckle, "It really was the An-Shi Rebellion?"

Wei Mo nodded his head earnestly but he did not speak. Wen Leyang roared with laughter. Unfortunately, Wen Xiaoyi and Mumu who fancied joining the fun the most were not with him.

Wei Mo was filled with anger as he pointed towards Wen Leyang and scolded, "Ignorant little prick, if you don't believe us then wait and see. I took the risk of triggering the wrath of the gods when I revealed a heaven's mystery. You still think that I am talking nonsense. If you could live until the golden age of Tang Dynasty when the Tang emperor initiated a ferocious war on An Lushan Mountain in the year of 775…"

The little stutter too broke out in a rare hysterical laugh, he hummed and hawed, "D-d-d-don't worry, there will be no wrath of the gods!"

Wen Leyang was still lifting a pile of flesh. It was as if he was moving mountains and overturning jade pillars. He sat on the ground, panting while he spoke strenuously, "Your telling is accurate. That really happened!" As he was saying that, he explained roughly what happened during the An-Shi Rebellion in just a few words. He was only an average student in school but he listened to storytelling. Most of the storytellers simply concluded the story in dozens of words, yet their stories captured the essence. When he was done, he did not wait for Wei Mo. who appeared too astonished to start questioning, and said, "It has been a thousand years since the Tang Dynasty!"

Wei Mo shouted 'Oh no!' His expression was filled with surprise, he stared at Wen Leyang in a daze. His lips were trembling but he could not speak. The cultivation theory behind the descendants of Heaven-Teller was that they could tell the future. By the time they are done telling about all the future events, they will naturally understand about the heaven's mysteries.

Out of their expectations, days and nights in the cave went uncounted. The speed of their divination and derivation skills was even slower than how the commoners lived their day. The outside world had already turned into a peaceful society, yet they could only tell until the An-Shi Rebellion.

Wen Leyang stopped laughing reluctantly, as he continued, "You don't know about the outside world at all?"

Wei Mo's face was ghastly pale. He hesitated for a while before shaking his head, "My master teacher took me here the moment I was born. The master teacher was the same, he was brought here by grandmaster when he was still an infant…the information was passed from mouth to mouth that the grand master realized the philosophic theory of the sect when the Han Dynasty was nearing its collapse. Those cunning people were controlling the political situation using the emperor in power's name… I can't believe it, I can't believe it. There are no days and nights within the cave, a thousand years had already passed in the mortal world!"

Wen Leyang was laughing like a drain within the meatball. Wei Mo, on the other hand, was akin to being struck by lightning. He sat on the ground in a daze. What was left on his face were ghastly pale and fright. They had almost never come into contact with the outsiders. They entered the cultivation sect of the tellers, used the divination skill for the derivation of future, predicting the great trends of events in the world one by one. Once they started calculating, they disregarded meal time and sleep and merged themselves entirely into the boundless mathematical physics. It was unknown how many generations worth of descendants spent all their efforts into calculating nonstop. Their biggest wish was to await the day they finally calculated each and every happening before their eyes and the heaven's path was finally exhausted.

Now that he finally knew that, his prediction was correct. However, the heaven's path was way ahead of them. Nonetheless, they were still obsessed with the idea to calculate all the fatalism in the world.

For Wei Mo, this was really an anticlimactic joke.

Wen Leyang could not bear to see him like that, he wanted to console him but he was unsure how to. After all, he could not just mention that such a unique skill of his would still be very helpful in perfecting the history textbook compilation.

After a while, when Wei Mo finally recovered slightly, Wen Leyang cautiously diverted the topic of discussion, "So you are acquainted with Third Brother Wen from One Word Palace?" The moment Wei Mo arrived onto the hill, his mouth roared the word 'Third Brother Wei', soon after that, he realized that the mountain was falling while the earth was splitting, only then he ran away in a flurry.

Wei Mo nodded absent-mindedly, "Yes I do, I scheduled an appointment with him to meet on the hill."

The little stutterer Hope Voice chanted a verse of Buddhist hymn lightly. He nodded as if he was deep in thoughts. He finally understood why did the One Word Palace give such a great honor to the Great Mercy Temple that they sent over the third supreme leader to personally come to Mount Emei to explain about the marriage affair. It turned out that they had another purpose for their trip.

Wen Leyang always exercised extra vigilance facing the One Word Palace. In addition, Third Brother Wei was disloyal during crucial moments earlier, escaping on his own leaving the little monk behind. Wen Leyang did not have a good impression of Third Brother Wei. He frowned as he said to Wei Mo, "Even though the One Word Palace is on the right path of cultivation and is part of the Five Blessings, the way they handle certain matters is not impressive at all. You ought to be extra cautious yourself when dealing with them." The descendants of Heaven-Teller had been using the 'telling' skill as their cultivation practice for generations. They only trained themselves in some martial arts that involved the cultivation of Qi, so that they were agiler at their movements but their cultivation was certainly not considered any form of supernatural powers by all means.

Wei Mo heaved a disappointed sigh as if all hopes were lost. His state of mind was completed shaken, his tone of speaking was no longer full of hostility as before. He shook his head with a vacant expression, "The One Word Palace has been sending me many precious gifts over the years. I have no care for the rest of the gifts, but a few of the million-year tortoise shells were really useful in improving my divination skills…" He shook his head halfway through his speech as if he was mocking himself for still dreaming about his ascension to a Taoism immortal through the heaven-telling cultivation. He diverted the topic of discussion, "They wanted my help to get information on my master teacher's brother. It was not a shameful secret, so I tell them the truth."

Wen Leyang was preparing to inquire more, when suddenly an extremely low voice came from behind him, "Why is he not running anymore?"

A gush of voices started discussing and chiming into one another immediately,

"He has already stopped for such a long while!"

"Maybe we should wait for a little while longer."

"This chap is idling away."

"Stop talking."

The Rainbow's fat siblings had unknowingly woken up for some time. Yet, none of them spoke. They were all huddled up to one another blissfully, at the mercy of Wen Leyang, who was carrying them on his back while he ran. Now that Wen Leyang stopped and was talking to Wei Mo, one of the Rainbow finally grew impatient with the wait and asked a question to his companion in a low voice.

Wen Leyang was startled. He was afraid the fat men might use the quiet moment to sneak an attack. He immediately shouted in a low voice, "Come down!" At the same time, he directed all his focus towards his state of mind, in preparation to launch a counter-attack at any time.

The fat men realized that their feigned faint had been noticed. They released their limbs that were tightly locked on merrily as they leaped down from Wen Leyang's body one after another and gathered around him. They looked at Wen Leyang from up to down.

One of the brothers, who had an arrogance expression, moved about his arms as he said to Wen Leyang, beaming with delight, "This is the Rainbow Brother's 'Seven Sons United in One Heart Interlocking Spell' other than ourselves, no one could untie us!"

Earlier these seven fat men each coiled oneself on Wen Leyang's body, Wen Leyang failed on a few attempts to struggle himself free from their entwinement. Yet, these fat men could get down themselves right now, the dead knot that was impossible to loosen suddenly loosened up by itself in a flash.

Wen Leyang was extremely vigilant. He nodded his head anxiously, this 'Seven Sons United in One Heart Interlocking Spell' was indeed rather miraculous.

The moment they saw him nodding, the fat men were elated. They started a lively discussion all at once,

"The 'Seven Sons United in One Heart Interlocking Spell' is, in fact, a very, very popular spell."

"No one in the world has never heard of us the seven brothers!"

"We rarely see our godfather on usual days, so we are always unwilling to let go of him upon seeing him."

"Godfather always refuses to let us hold him properly."

"So we invented this locking spell, haha, we can hold him for as long as we like…"

The moment the seven fat men started talking about their godfather, they were proud and in high spirits. Their character was indeed exceptionally, similar to Wen Nine and Wen Thirteen. They were silly and innocent. The godfather that they mentioned was supposedly the favus-headed old man, who launched the self-destructive spell on the hill earlier.

The little stutterer chanted a verse of Buddhist hymn lightly.

Wen Leyang too was feeling a little sad in his heart.

Anyone could see that the relationship between these seven fat men and the favus-headed old man in the green robe was incomparably deep. The favus-headed man was fighting Third Brother Wei and the divine monk little stutterer by himself. Both sides were supposed to be so well-matched that neither could gain the upper hand. However, when he saw that the fat men were attacked, his state of mind was immediately distracted, such that he had to launch the most tyrannical domineering black magic to draw his self-destruction spell and perish all of them together with himself.

As the savage blood spindle was unwilling to harm the bodies of the fat men, he let Wen Leyang and the little monk off the hook.

Wen Leyang did not know that the blood spindle was only hunting after its enemies. He thought that no one would survive the sky-falling and earth-cracking supernatural power so he could not bear to let these naïve and innocent fat men died an untimely death. He wanted to kick them away from the supernatural power's center of explosion, as a result, he was surrounded by the fat men's 'Seven Sons united in One Heart Interlocking Spell'. As they said 'do good and good will come to you', Wen Leyang also managed to escape from the blood spindle's attack.

The fat men were initially still laughing merrily when one of them reminded the group, "Beware of this chap, he has the spicy poison!"

The rest of their expressions were concurrently startled, they leaped back as if they were electrocuted. After a while, they realized that Wen Leyang had no intention to fight them. Another fat man frowned deeply, "So is this chap a good person or an evil person?"

"He was the one who released the spiciness on us. Logically speaking, he should be an evil person."

"During the earthquake, it was he who lifted us on his back while he risked his life to run away. He seems like a good person."

The seven fat men discussed for a long while as if there were no one else in the room. Finally, one fat man spoke decisively in resolution, "Even a steamed fish can be too spicy for us!"

The rest of the fat men were all stunned. They nodded in succession after a while, "He is a good person, he is a good person…" As they were saying that, they started walking up one after another. Their plump palms patted on Wen Leyang's shoulders and back. The smiles in between their brows were honest and sincere. Following that the seven persons started discussing the little monk in Wen Leyang's cradle once again.

Wen Leyang hastily retreated back a few steps before he could speak. One of the fat men started speaking while smiling, "The little monk should be asking for trouble I guess. Fighting with our godfather, he is considered lucky that he is alive."

The rest of the people chimed in. Their tone of speech showed that they were not concerned of the favus-headed old man as if there was utterly no force in the world that could harm their godfather. When the old person engaged in self-destruction, the seven fat men almost lost their consciousness from all the spiciness. They did not realize what happened at all. When they woke up once again, Wen Leyang was already lifting them as he dashed madly in the tunnel.

The little monk jumped off from Wen Leyang's cradle. He hastily removed the cell phone from his chest pocket. He shook his head at Wen Leyang, "No…signal!"

Soon after that, he staggered as he sat on the ground with difficulty. He slowly drew his power to heal his injuries. The little monk's natural endowments were excellent, which was why the old demon monk fancied him and took him as his disciple. However, he was young and his cultivation base was still far worse as compared to Third Brother Wei and the few other seats of honor of the Five Supreme Monasteries, the purple wooden fish that he used to attack the enemies on the hill earlier was a self-defense treasured weapon given by the old demon rabbit Bu Le. The little stutterer only managed to summon the fierce-looking Vajrasattva by risking the cultivation base from his entire body. The action simultaneously destroyed the treasured weapon and caused severe injuries to himself. If this purple wooden fish was in the hand of the demon monk Bu Le, the supernatural power that he could summon would certainly be stronger than Hope Voice's by many folds.

Wen Leyang's hands and legs were finally freed. He took out a stick of carrot from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, before asking the fat men, "Who are all of you actually?"

This question of him was akin to stabbing into the hornet's nest. The seven fat men immediately started to clamor. Some were reporting their names, some were recounting their lives, some were asking Wen Leyang if the carrot was delicious. They spoke and spoke for a long while before Wen Leyang managed to understand with difficulty that these seven brothers were left alone with no one to depend on since they were young. They lived in an unknown mountain valley, they spent their days associating with wild beasts, that was how each of them learned one type of animal cultivation skill. It was unsure whether the favus-headed man came intentionally or unintentionally. He entered the mountain valley and subdued them, he remolded them thoroughly and laid their foundation building while he taught them about the art of magic and supernatural powers.

Those brothers really did not know about the real identity of the favus-headed man in the green robe. The old man did not stay in the mountain valley on usual days, but he would return to the mountain valley a few times in a year and bring them out from the valley to capture demons. These seven brothers had good abilities in addition to the noble-spirit treasured weapons given by the old man. They managed to catch a number of little demons over the years. This time they were also here at Mount Emei to capture some demons, which led to the incident afterward.

The demons that were caught by those fat men were little things of low cultivation base. Yet, the old man still captured them all. As for what he did with these demons upon capture, what kind of person was the favus-headed old man, they had utterly no idea. To them the act of capturing demons was just a fun game, they had no care for anything else.

The fat men told the stories of their lives entirely all at once. They no longer stood on the same spot but started running about at the mountainside. They wondered about and grinned, as they stared at the scenery within the surrounding with a curious expression.

The little monk Hope Voice too shook his head towards Wen Leyang. He had only been cultivating for a short while, so he could not recognize the favus-headed old person's supernatural power. However, he remembered when Third Brother Wei shouted the word 'Blood sect' in surprise the moment he saw the blood lotus flower. Soon after that, he started to exert all his power to aid the little monk in defending against the enemy. This 'blood sect', must be a great enemy of the One Word Palace or the right path of cultivation Five Blessings.

Wen Leyang shook his head. He knew that it would be futile for him to ponder hard on this matter now, he might as well ask the old demon rabbit Bu Le or his grandmaster, grandmother Chang Li after he left this place.

Wei Mo still had not recovered from the surprise. He sat on the ground with his limbs limp on the side, his mouth repeatedly muttered, "The master teacher's brother was right? The master teacher and the grand master were wrong…", Wen Leyang knew that the information earlier must be a serious blow to him. Wen Leyang was afraid he might drive himself to madness this way, so he heaved a sigh before he continued the topic, "What do you mean by the master teacher's brother was right?"

Wei Mo did not even peer at him once, as he sat in a daze over there, he was like Sister Xianglin as he repeatedly muttered that the master teacher's brother was right, that the grand master was wrong.

Wen Leyang walked over. He flicked a dash of Refreshing Heart Powder lightly into his nostril. Only then, Wei Mo's body shook once. His gaze returned slightly to its prior brightness as he looked towards Wen Leyang, "Could it be that what the master teacher's brother said was really right?"

Wen Leyang smiled as he continued, "What did the elder master teacher's brother say?"

"The master teacher's brother said the heavens isn't the only number. The earth is number too. The way of the people, as well as the grief of separation and joy of reunion, is a number, it remains as an unknown number if one never enters the society, then the unknown number is then considered nothing but pure mischief." Wei Mo refused to speak, yet the moment he started speaking his words were all tongue twister, "The grand master said that the heaven's path is a great number, while the worldly matter is a small number, deriving a great number from a small number is no different from an ant trying to shake a big tree all effort is wasted. One's body shall be in another realm, so that the numbers that appear before one's eyes, will not mislead oneself and mislead others."

"Oh!" Wen Leyang swallowed a mouthful of saliva as he nodded his head. Yet, after a moment he asked again unwillingly, "What does that mean?"

Wei Mo heaved out a long sigh ferociously, "The master teacher's brother was preparing to enter the society when the grand master and the master teacher insisted that we should be cultivating in obscurity. In the end, they had a massive quarrel then, the master teacher's brother was exiled from the Heaven-Teller sect. He left so he could enter the society."

As he was saying that, he stopped for a moment before he continued to heave another sigh, "The master teacher once said that, his brother was gifted in his natural endowments. He always had a set of unique skills in using his divination skill to derive the small worldly matters, when the brothers were young they used to derive fortune-telling for fun, the master teacher rarely made the correct divination, while the master teacher's brother had never made the wrong divination even once."

Wen Leyang asked in probing again, "The two elders were trying to do fortune-telling on one another?"

Wei Mo nodded, "C-c-c-considered so I guess!"

Wen Leyang sniggered, he gathered in front of Wei Mo as he asked, "Old immortal, can you do fortune-telling as well?"

Wei Mo first nodded, then shook his head, "What the master teacher's brother said about the heaven is a number, the earth is a number. I understand that, and so I know how to calculate that as well. Not long ago, I exhausted all my powers and finally derived the incident of An-Shi Rebellion…"

Wen Leyang hastily interrupted him, "Stop thinking about the An-Shi Rebellion."

Wei Mo chuckled once, then he continued, "Even if the way of the people is a number, the grief of separation and joy of reunion is a number, I have never entered society before. I don't know about these things. I have always been deriving great number from great number, and never tried calculating with small numbers regardless…even if I could calculate that I may not calculate it accurately!"

Wen Leyang immediately reported his date of birth and the eight-character of his birth, "You can even calculate the incident of the An-Shi Rebellion. What are small matters like this to you, please help me do a telling…"

Wei Mo appeared to be slightly cheered up, he drew around on the ground using Wen Leyang's birthdate and eight-character divination. Suddenly he gave a forced laugh, he stretched out his leg and swept away the marks he drew on the ground. His expression was extreme agony, his hands were scratching his head madly.

Wen Leyang saw that he had gone insane all of a sudden. He was at a loss for what to do, so he hastily pinned down Wei Mo.

Wei Mo struggled a few times, then it was as if he suddenly recalled something. He asked Wen Leyang, "Which direction does your house face? Do you know what are the birthdates and eight-character of your parents?"

Wen Leyang was stunned, "I don't think that you need to know about these for a fortune-telling right?"

Wei Mo scolded in rage, "Damn it I am not doing fortune-telling here, deriving from the divination skills, there are many crucial points I need, only then I can derive a result. I have never calculated on small numbers like fortune-telling or the principles of Yin and Yang. I am still confused about the approach to the calculation in such a short time, just answer me whatever I am asking you!"

From a descendant of the Heaven-Teller's point of view, anything in the world could become a numeric form, but there were many different steps in the process of derivation. Earlier, albeit Wei Mo was bluffing about his abilities, he was only profound in the calculation of great numbers in the heaven's path which was considered the most important essence for the descendants of Heaven-Teller. As for the derivation of small numbers such as fortune-telling and other worldly matters, he was still confused in such a short time.

Wen Leyang let go of him and reported frankly of the direction where his house was facing, and the birthdates and eight-character of his parents.

This time Wei Mo calculated for a while, then he frowned for a while. Occasionally, he would ask Wen Leyang all sorts of questions. In the beginning, the questions were rather dependable, such as the number of his relatives, the weather on the day he was born, or the mannerism of the Nine Peak Mountain's ridge etc. However, by the end, the questions were so baffling that it made Wen Leyang stared in bewilderment. Whether he kept a dog as a pet in the house, how many neighbors he had, what did his parents had for meals before he was born, all sorts of questions in a mess. The structure that Wei Mo drew on the ground became bigger. Every type of ancient divination formulas and nomograms covered the area for at least a dozen meters in diameter on the ground.

While he was calculating the derivation, there were a few occasions where Wei Mo stamped about in a rage. The gaze he used to stare as Wen Leyang was as if he had suffered through so much bitterness. Finally, after a very long while, Wei Mo suddenly roared with laughter. He tossed the stone rod in his hand ferociously onto the ground, appearing fully satisfied. Within his unscrupulous wild laugh, he said, "Small numbers, are nothing more than this!"

Wen Leyang felt anxiously suddenly, he asked with his heart fluttering about, "So are you done calculating?"

Wei Mo laughed in complete satisfaction, "It's not that I am done calculating, but that I have finally calculated correctly!"

Wen Leyang inquired closely with slight puzzlement, "Calculated correctly? Calculated correctly about what?"

Earlier when Wei Mo was deriving with his divination skill, he immersed his entire emotion into it, temporarily forgot about the agony he just suffered from his broken dream to become immortal. He was similar to a student who successfully passed a final exam. Appearing delighted, "Of course I have calculated correctly, you are born as a boy!"

The little stutterer Hope Voice roared with laughter, while Wei Mo spat and cursed ferociously, "The hell you know! The rules of deriving with divination skill each differs, I am used to calculating the great trends of events in the world… this is the first time I am calculating such a small matter. Of course, I will need to try first. Only then, I will continue to calculate the matters with unknown answers. No one can tell if my calculation is correct or not then!" As he was saying that, he waved his arm to call to Wen Leyang once again, "Come, I will calculate your age now."

Wen Leyang put on a long face, "You know my birthdate and eight-character already, is there even a necessity to calculate anymore?"

Wei Mo was stunned, he nodded, "That is not the proper way, I will help you calculate that…"

Wen Leyang hastily shook his head, "Old immortal, I think you should first get to know about the method to calculate small numbers like fortune-telling only then…" As he was saying that, Wen Leyang suddenly recalled something, "According to you, the elder, who is your master teacher's brother, is profound in deriving small numbers? Then he is capable of calculating all these affairs of human life and human feelings? Then isn't he the… living immortal?!"

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