Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 209 - 195: Reactions from All Sides, Da Yan Mathematical Calculation Scripture

Chapter 209: Chapter 195: Reactions from All Sides, Da Yan Mathematical Calculation Scripture

Xuanke Technique Different Method Receiving Talisman Great Fast.

A thick stack of gilded invitation cards lay on the desk in front of Song Lin.

This grand fast was going to be organized with great pomp.

Nearby temple masters and sect leaders were invited.

This event was meant to establish his reputation.

Besides the Divine Medium disciples receiving talismans, there would also be the Thunder Skill, Rampant Soldiers...

Various other magic veins of the Taoist Temple would be showcased to the audience.

In essence, this was a test for Fire Cloud, and to give hope to the opposition within the sect.

Since Fire Cloud ascended, he had brought much trouble upon them.

Many Taoist Temple benefits and Taoist Merit exchanges had been inexplicably cut off.

Typically, the sect would distribute a certain amount of dharma coins and cultivation materials to Taoist Temples every month.

The amount varied, usually based on the yin merit earned by each Taoist Temple.

Dharma coins were typically converted into Taoist Merit; one Taoist Merit corresponded to one dharma coin, and Taoist Merit could be exchanged for resources within the sect, which outsiders could not access.

Now, Fire Cloud had severed these paths, and the Taoist Merit in the hands of Taoist Temples had become mere intangible numbers.

Taoist Temples like Xuanke Temple, which sustained themselves, were better off, but smaller Taoist Temples were lamenting and struggling to survive.

The situation was similar for Taoist Temples like Five Ghosts Temple; without Song Lin’s support, most of their disciples might have had to set up stalls at the Ghost Market.

Song Lin saw this as an opportunity and decided to host the grand fast to showcase the temple’s abundant wealth and see if he could gain a few followers.

Of course, such blatant poaching would undoubtedly make Fire Cloud wary, so Master Zhi Xin was needed to stand guard.

The next day, Song Lin returned to the real world once more.

He passed through the great hall and reached the Yin Soil at the back.

This area was perpetually dark, enveloped in green mist, resembling a realm of eerie mystique from the Netherworld.

In addition to its purpose, the Yin Soil contained a vast estate.

The estate’s gates were sealed, and Song Lin gently pushed them open, revealing a courtyard filled with dozens of frolicking white foxes.

Three female foxes in human form sat cross-legged, absorbing the Sun and Moon Essence.

Granny Huu looked much healthier, though she still hadn’t regained her youthful appearance—it seemed she’d lost considerable Primordial Energy in the previous ordeal. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Sensing a stranger’s presence, Granny Huu opened her eyes, followed by the other two women.

"Greetings, Temple Master!"

"Rise."

Surveying the surroundings, Song Lin asked, "Are there no other foxes in human form?"

"Not yet, but it won’t be long. Currently, twenty-three foxes have formed contracts with humans. With human Essence, they should soon be able to transform."

Foxes transforming to human form typically had cultivation levels around Qi Refinement.

A Taoist plus a fox was indisputably more formidable than a lone Taoist.

In addition to signing contracts with Taoists for cultivation, they could also gain support from the Yin Energy of the Yin Soil.

"Follow me."

Song Lin led the three foxes deep into the mountains.

The farther they ventured, the denser the forest became.

The towering trees cast shade so thick that even at midday, sunlight couldn’t pierce through, leaving the ground beneath as dark as dusk.

Suddenly, a radiant glow appeared ahead.

The foxes felt an overwhelming surge of Taiyin Moonlight Power.

This sensation was akin to being alone on the moon, absorbing the natural Essence of heaven and earth.

Before them stood a tree.

Crystal-clear, gleaming silver, radiant and divine.

Sculpted like precious jade, dressed in moonlight.

"What divine object is this?"

Granny Huu was stunned. If the Fox Clan could cultivate here, their speeds might increase tenfold.

Grass gods wandered around the tree area as guardians, while a middle-aged Taoist suddenly appeared.

"Temple Master!"

This was Outer Patrol Taoist Song Yijin, responsible for guarding the Yin Soil and the laurel tree.

"Very well, you may leave," Song Lin nodded.

Around the laurel tree were about twenty Taoists.

Pointing at the laurel tree, Song Lin told Granny Huu:

"You have three spots to practice within the range of the laurel tree. Of course, all three must have the Child General Talisman."

"Understood. I will arrange for it immediately." Granny Huu unconsciously shifted into a subordinate’s tone.

Resistance was futile. Every item under Temple Master Song Lin’s control held them in check.

Even knowing this was a means of control, Granny Huu accepted it willingly.

"Alright, continue your cultivation. I’ll allow you to send three individuals ahead, but remember to attend the talisman-receiving ceremony in ten days."

With that, Song Lin returned to the world of the story.

Mingxing Peak, behind a straw hut.

Master Zhi Xin was watering the fields.

Gazing at the lush green sprouts, Master Zhi Xin looked content.

He excelled in divination skills and foresaw these seedlings being eaten by birds in ten days.

This was the seedlings’ fate.

Of course, he could completely change the seedlings’ destiny before then.

For instance, removing the seedlings now or chasing away the birds in ten days.

This would be called fate changing.

However, even this wasn’t truly a variable; it still fell into the inescapable cage of Constant Number Theory.

Master Mei Hua proposed theories like "Disaster Fate" and "Fate Changing."

Disaster destined by fate was called Disaster Fate, and only those with stronger fates and fortuitous luck could avert others’ disaster—otherwise, they’d suffer backlash.

Those who escaped Disaster Fate were called Fate Changers; however, this did not guarantee survival.

A greater Disaster Fate would still await them in the near future.

In other words, a destined calamity meant that even if one narrowly escaped the current disaster, the next one would be even graver.

Thus, they remained trapped within the framework of Constant Number Theory.

Zhi Xin didn’t aim to refute the theory of constants but wanted to combine constants and variables.

To create a skill that could truly alter destiny!

As he pondered...

A thousand paper cranes suddenly flew in from the horizon, flapping its wings and circling persistently.

"From Song Lin?"

Zhi Xin raised an eyebrow, unfolded the paper crane, and carefully read its contents.

"Dear Master, since your guidance, this disciple has benefited greatly. Recently in cultivation, I’ve had some insights and discovered a peculiar phenomenon reminiscent of fate calculation using birthdate. It might be useful for your theories..."

"Fixing the weight of the year, month, day, and hour: the year of Jiazi weighs 1 liang 2 qian, the year of Jiashen weighs 5 qian, the year of Jiachen weighs 8 qian..."

"Adding the weights of year, month, day, and hour equals bone weight, which can measure one’s fate. This disciple has only managed to summarize eighteen types of fate; most of the weights for the year, month, and day remain unknown."

Zhi Xin Taoist closed his eyes, focusing on his Dantian, where a gigantic dharma image identical to himself stood.

The dharma image held a compass, continuously rotating.

"Dharma image, verify this bone weighing method."

Zhi Xin instructed the dharma image.

The compass spun continuously.

Light filled the Dantian, illuminating everything.

"Hmm? It actually works?"

Zhi Xin exclaimed in amazement.

His compass was a kind of secret technique for verification, perfect for examining spells.

This method differed from traditional divination skills. Using the same birthdate with a different algorithm sometimes yielded varying results, yet those results proved accurate.

This piqued Zhi Xin’s interest.

Over the next few days, the two exchanged letters back and forth.

Zhi Xin focused on researching the remaining weights, while Song Lin occasionally offered hints.

During this time, Zhi Xin gained significant divination knowledge.

In truth, Song Lin could have disclosed the entire methodology outright.

The bone weighing song wasn’t a particularly secret technique; it merely crudely divided fate into fifty-one types.

But he wanted to learn through Zhi Xin’s reconstruction process the same method of prediction.

The fish wasn’t important, but the skill of fishing was paramount.

Perhaps impressed by Song Lin’s talent, Zhi Xin even sent over a copy of the Da Yan Mathematical Calculation Scripture.

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