Chapter 755: The God Bilu

Although it couldn't be called exquisite, there was no problem with getting full. Peng Fang felt anxious; his treatment exceeded that of an ordinary prisoner, but he didn't know if he could beg for the attention of the Heavenly God.

Not long after finishing his meal, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Before he could even let out a third yawn, his head tilted to the side, and he fell asleep against the wall.

Only when his snoring began to grow loud did He Lingchuan walk into the cell and tap the wall lightly with his knuckles: "God Bilu, are you there?"

Peng Fang could only visit Bilu when he entered a dream, which showed that Bilu was more cautious in his actions than other gods. But He Lingchuan couldn't enter a dream to see a god, because he didn't dream at all in the Panlong world.

He could only call him out to chat. At this time, Bilu was still a small god who hadn't amounted to much, not yet the Nara Heaven, so he shouldn't be hard to summon.

Peng Fang continued to sleep soundly.

He Lingchuan took out the Punishment Dragon Pillar and tapped the wall a few more times: "If you don't come out, I'll give this thing to another god."

He waited on the spot for a while, but Peng Fang still didn't react.

He Lingchuan turned and walked away.

Only then did a voice come from behind: "Who is this brat?"

He Lingchuan's heart tightened, and he turned around slowly.

Peng Fang opened his eyes and sat up straight, leaning against the wall.

The face was still the same face, but the demeanor and temperament were different. He was clearly sitting on the ground, yet he looked at He Lingchuan with a disdainful posture.

It was the standard look of a god looking down on mortals, which He Lingchuan had seen many times.

General Hong, Baizhantian, Shinan—they were all the same.

They didn't even bother to hide their disdain for humanity.

"The one who tied up your servant and took this thing." He Lingchuan walked a few steps closer and shook the Punishment Dragon Pillar in his hand at him: "I have something to ask."

Peng Fang—no, he should be called Bilu now—pointed at his own injuries: "Is this the attitude of someone asking for a favor?"

Peng Fang must have cried out to him in his dream, and finished telling him the whole story.

He Lingchuan smiled: "The ignorant are not guilty, right?"

Nothing could be seen from Peng Fang's face, but He Lingchuan still stared intently.

Among all the gods, this was the one most closely linked to his fate, even more so than Mitian.

This Bilu wasn't real, or rather, the God Bilu from over a hundred years ago wouldn't have had any intersection with He Lingchuan at all.

He had always assumed the Panlong world was a piece of past history, so his questioning of Bilu's actions was clearly "creating something out of nothing." Could it be created? Could the Bilu here have the same behavior and way of thinking as the Nara Heaven from over a hundred years later?

Could he find the answer he wanted by questioning the Bilu here?

Two people from different time and space appearing in the same scene to talk. This had been happening ever since he intruded into the Panlong world; he had originally been accustomed to it, but now he felt that this evolution seemed a bit extraordinary.

Hmm? Wait a minute, evolution?

As soon as these two words popped out, He Lingchuan was slightly stunned.

Why would he think of this word? It was as if it were his long-standing impression of the Great Fang Hu.

This was the first time Bilu had seen someone daze off in front of him, but he didn't urge him, also looking thoughtful.

This youth seemed a bit strange? He Lingchuan quickly regained his composure and said sternly: "Peng Fang said, you can defy heaven and change fate?"

Bilu raised his eyelids: "You want to change your fate?"

"Can you see my destiny?" When facing Bilu, He Lingchuan didn't wear a mask, nor was there any need to.

"Looking at facial features alone isn't accurate; I also need your name and birth date."

He Lingchuan realized: "So the information you need is the same as a fortune teller's."

Bilu's tone was chilling: "Your facial features are strange, which is why I need more information. For others, I can tell just by one glance."

He Lingchuan touched his own face: "How so?"

"The most obvious is a short-lived appearance but a long-lived destiny, and there seem to be other encounters; it's hard to say which one will end up being accurate."

He Lingchuan thought for a moment and told him his name and birth date.

The name was fine, but as soon as the birth date was spoken, Bilu's brows furrowed tightly.

Later, he even closed his eyes, as if silently calculating.

He Lingchuan didn't disturb him, waiting quietly for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

Just when he was about to yawn, Bilu opened his eyes and cast a wary glance: "This birth date doesn't match your age!"

Calculated by this birth date, He Lingchuan should be over fifty years old now. Even if he had techniques to maintain his youthful appearance, the spirit and energy of a youth were different from those of a middle-aged or elderly person, which Bilu could see at a glance.

"Right, but it is indeed so." He Lingchuan crossed his arms: "You calculated for so long, and that's the only answer you got?"

He wanted to see what was different about Bilu compared to an ordinary fortune teller.

Bilu shook his head: "It can't be changed; your fate is too little intertwined with this world."

He Lingchuan's heart was slightly startled: "What do you mean?"

"Your destiny is not of this world!" Bilu said word by word: "You are not a person of this world!"

The gaze he cast toward He Lingchuan was exceptionally sharp.

The cell fell silent.

Fortunately, there was no one else here. He Lingchuan looked astonished: "Is this possible? I am clearly standing right here!" Sure enough, he had some skills.

Bilu said indifferently: "How is it impossible? Am I not here too?"

Gods reside in the divine realm, but they can descend to the human world.

In a sense, a god entering the human world and He Lingchuan entering the Panlong world both belonged to "intruding."

He Lingchuan let out a long breath and asked again: "If I am in my own world and want to defy heaven and change fate, what guidance can the God Bilu give me?"

"I am unable to help." Bilu replied: "You have intersections with two worlds; I cannot untangle the trajectory of your fate, so I cannot advise you."

"Fate" again? But He Lingchuan felt that Bilu must have gained more than just this after calculating for so long.

After all, the gaze Bilu cast at him was somewhat strange, containing both surprise and wariness.

So, Bilu lied. What exactly did this so-called "God of Fate" foresee? He did not know. In Bilu's eyes, He Lingchuan had instead become a phantom; thousands of dark threads intertwined and churned behind him, stretching toward the distant void as if they had a life of their own. As far as Bilu's vision could reach, there was simply no end in sight.

A mortal actually had such intricate threads of fate, and they were changing every moment.

Who exactly was this youth?

What was even more terrifying was that Bilu even faintly sensed that this youth had something to do with himself.

Not now, but in...

In the ethereal future.

What was going on? Was it a later generation? But he was clearly not a person of this world!

It had a premonition that He Lingchuan's deeper intersection with it would also not be in this world.

He Lingchuan's words interrupted his train of thought: "Can you see the fate of anyone in this world?"

"Of course." Bilu pointed to the straw mat in the corner of the room: "In your eyes, fate is intricate and elusive; but in my eyes, your fates are like the reeds used to weave mats, with traces to follow."

The Dragon Boat Festival has arrived again. In the Tang Dynasty, this was a major highlight of palace festivities. When Emperor Xuanzong of Tang wrote the preface for "The Three Palaces Banquet for Officials on the Dragon Boat Festival," he wrote:

"Sighing at the cycle of the seasons, enjoying the joy between monarch and subjects."

Then he held a grand imperial banquet, invited all the officials, and composed poems and songs.

Today is a good day for welcoming auspiciousness and going out to play. So, are you eating sweet zongzi or savory zongzi today? Besides the big meat zongzi from Minnan, my family also bought alkaline zongzi, which some places might call white zongzi, to be dipped in white sugar or honey.

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