I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 255 Calculated by Immortals
Everyone was surprised.

Only then did they realize that Xing Hepu was calculating people's lifespans.

The previously reserved sons of the powerful and wealthy in the room suddenly became very interested, whispering among themselves, their eyes darting back and forth between Xing Hepu and Master Guanyan.

Xing and Pu were acquaintances.

The algorithm is ingenious and incredibly skillful; everything it predicts and divinations comes true without fail.

The monk Guan Yan, whom he had deduced, was no ordinary person either.

The eminent monk was invited to Chang'an, where he was personally received by the emperor and bestowed with many treasures, a residence, and a cassock. The emperor valued him highly, and some of the students, whose families were well-informed, learned that the emperor often inquired about Zhang Guolao, who was practicing in the Zhongtiao Mountains, and even wanted to send someone to repair the small thatched hut there, but the eminent monk refused.

They stared at the divination for a long time but still couldn't understand it.

Were they actually calculating the time of this monk's death?
Upon hearing this, the son of the official who had just consulted the Taoist arts immediately raised his eyebrows, squeezed to the front, and was about to speak when his companion grabbed his sleeve and pulled him hard.

"Calm down!"

His companion whispered, "Mr. Xing's calculations are never wrong. His arithmetic skills are truly divinely bestowed, extremely profound. In other words, it's already a predetermined fate. What can you do if you go forward?"

The room was noisy for a while, then quickly quieted down. Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the monk sitting cross-legged on the mat.

The monk's expression remained unchanged, but instead carried a hint of helplessness. He looked at Xing Hepu, unsure of what to say.

He clasped his hands together and lowered his eyes.

"This humble monk dares not know."

Xing Hepu paused.

"you……!"

The more he calculated, the angrier he became. He wondered what secrets the monk held. Could it be that his association with Zhang Guolao made it difficult for him to see the secrets of heaven?
But he clearly calculated that the monk would die within six months, and the result couldn't be clearer.

Having achieved nothing, his competitive spirit was further fueled, and Xing Hepu said resentfully:
"You have to calculate it whether you want to or not."

"Don't worry, I won't tell you after I figure it out."

He continued his deductions, staring at the handwriting covering the wall, the counting rods in his hands making a crisp clinking sound.

When everyone looked at the messy wall again, the dizzying handwriting seemed even more profound and unfathomable, inspiring awe in everyone.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the crisp clinking of counting rods and the suppressed breathing of the crowd.

"This is so hard to understand..."

"Did you understand?" Sanshui asked his junior brother.

"No."

Sanshui and Chuyi rubbed their eyes, their eyes fixed on the wall. After a while, their eyes were so tired that they couldn't tell what the person had written.

Zhang Guolao sneezed again, rubbed his nose, and glared at Xing Hepu.

He smiled and looked at Jiang She, his snow-white beard trembling as he did so.

"Sir, this man can tell the fortunes of monks, but I wonder if he might also be able to tell yours."

As he spoke, Zhang Guolao recalled the two life-or-death ordeals the monk had previously experienced.

I couldn't help but smile.

"The first time was because of the imperial edict left by the master, and the second time was because the master cut out a piece of paper for the monk to keep... Looking at it this way, it's really hard to say."

The more I think about it, the more wonderful it seems.

Zhang Guolao stroked his beard, genuinely looking forward to it.

Jiang She was an unpredictable man. He had been guarding Jiang She's courtyard for three whole years, seeing him day and night, observing the changes in Jiang She's aura over those three years, but he still couldn't figure out Jiang She's origins.

In his spare time, Zhang Guolao also secretly calculated his fate.

Each time, all I see is a vast expanse of fog. It evokes a sense of timelessness, change, and antiquity, as if I were standing at the end of time.

He was so moved that he dared not continue calculating.

Hopefully, this warlock will prove himself.

Zhang Guolao slightly raised his hand and placed a few strands of life force into the sorcerer's body. At the same time, his own face turned considerably paler.

Jiang She glanced at him, noticed his pale face, and couldn't help but smile.

"Old Guo is really addicted..."

"Haha, it's a rare opportunity to get to know you, sir." Zhang Guo stared intently at Xing Hepu.

Jiang She found it somewhat intriguing. This sorcerer claimed to be able to calculate everything in the world; he wondered if he could also calculate his own experiences. Thinking this... Jiang She flicked a drop of blue liquid at him.

The two of them looked at Xing Hepu together.

……

……

Xing Hepu suddenly felt much lighter, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

How is this going?

He had no time to think it through; he solemnly laid out his counting rods and began calculating from the wall all the way to the ground.

More and more people gathered to watch, and the room was so quiet that the faint sound of the lamp flames popping could be heard. As darkness fell completely, servants tiptoed in to light the lamps, and no one dared to move an inch.

The commotion outside grew louder and louder.

Several learned individuals described the handwriting on the wall to others, and although they couldn't understand it, they spoke with great conviction.

"This is the arithmetic of the River God! It allows us to know the past and the future."

“Look at that character. I asked before, and this stroke signifies the union of heaven and earth…”

Some people were puzzled and asked in a low voice.

Why should we include Master Guanyan?

The people lowered their voices even further, but they were still clearly heard by the others.

"I reckon the monk is about to die... Wasn't it said that the sage sent him here to teach in order to wait for Zhang Guolao to arrive? Zhang Guolao must be displeased, and might even kill the monk in his anger."

aside.

Zhang Guolao looked outside and saw a group of scholars in brocade robes huddled together. He memorized their faces and said with a smile:
"And there are those who talk about old men..."

When I have some free time in the future, I will definitely teach these young people properly what it means to not speak carelessly.

……

……

Xing Hepu's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Following the clues given by the monk, he traced back to the cause, starting from the two life-or-death calamities in the thirteenth year of the Kaiyuan era.

Bamboo counting rods were spread all over the ground. To others, they seemed chaotic, but to him, they contained the laws governing the movement of the stars in the heavens.

It's getting late.

"Haha, I figured it out!"

Xing Hepu burst into laughter.

After calculating for a whole day, I finally solved part of the mystery. This monk really did die! How strange!
He suddenly raised his head and said loudly to the monk:
"You were slashed, slashed..."

He paused halfway through his sentence, feeling a dull, aching pain in his chest. Xing Hepu was puzzled and opened his mouth.

"You were..."

"Mr. Xing, you're spitting blood!"

Xing Hepu was confused and puzzled by the exclamations of the crowd. Before he could ask any questions, he suddenly fainted, his clothes stained with large patches of blood, a shocking sight.

Everyone was shocked.

They rushed forward and, together with the monk, helped the person who had fallen to the ground.

"Mr. Xing!"

"Dead!"

The room was in complete chaos, with students screaming that someone had died, terrified. Seeing this, the teaching assistant from Chongxuan Hall rushed in from outside, checked the person's breathing, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Still angry."

"Quickly, fetch a doctor!"

The teaching assistant wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at the messy writing on the wall. The candlelight flickered, and he shuddered.

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)