After Transmigration: Building a Kingdom in Turbulent Times

Chapter 1143 - 1125: You’re Not That Capable

Even if he predicted the destiny for himself and Zhao Hanzhang, he still wore a skeptical face, not because he didn’t believe in the destiny predicted, but because... "There’s no need to calculate it, any discerning person could easily guess her grand ambition when understanding her deeply. If they believe she can be a wise ruler, they’ll naturally know she can achieve eternal fame."

So, he believes that the so-called destiny calculated by Guo Pu is actually just a prediction about the future based on analyzing the situation, which he can also do.

Now that King Langya is in Jiangdong, he can directly say that King Langya will inevitably be defeated in the future. Is this calculation or divination?

Of course not, this is just a judgment based on his trust in Zhao Hanzhang, and the current situation, which has little to do with destiny.

His argument left Guo Pu momentarily speechless, so he asked, "Does the Great General think the same about my theory of destiny?"

Fu Tinghan didn’t answer, but said, "That depends on her."

Nevertheless, Guo Pu felt that people sharing the same bed wouldn’t have different opinions, so he said, "I see, no wonder she’s never asked me for a fortune reading, but let me do so much work, she doesn’t trust my predictions."

Guo Pu really disliked being asked to do fortune-telling, unless he was in need of money or wanted something that made its way to him; otherwise, he preferred not to perform divination for others.

However, when someone disbelieves the destiny he’s predicted, especially when it’s such a good fortune, he feels unsatisfied.

Although he humbled himself to predict for them, and it was such a favorable divine image, they still didn’t trust it?

Since that day, Guo Pu occasionally tried to lure Fu Tinghan and Zhao Hanzhang into asking him for fortune-telling.

So far, he hadn’t succeeded.

No, today he did succeed.

After laughing with his hands on his waist for a long time, Guo Pu became serious and said to Fu Tinghan, "I won’t predict."

Fu Tinghan was curious, "Why?"

Guo Pu stroked his beard and said, "Your heart isn’t sincere; the heavenly secrets won’t be revealed to you."

Fu Tinghan: ...

He nodded, "Alright, I understand."

Guo Pu: "...What’s with your expression? What do you mean by ’I understand’?"

Fu Tinghan smiled, "I didn’t expect to actually calculate anything anyway. This time I’m going out because I heard there’s a hermit who knows how to control water in the mountains near the Fen River. The local County Magistrate and Prefectural Governor have entered the mountains several times but haven’t found him. Hanzhang needs to stay in Luoyang right now and can’t go out, so I’m going to check the Yellow River, and I’ll look for him while I’m there."

Guo Pu: "...You’re just giving up like that? You’re not going to ask me again? Maybe if you ask, I might help you calculate."

"Predict what?" Zhao Shen’s head emerged from the floor, saw Fu Tinghan there too, and immediately climbed up the stairs, smiling, "Ting Han is here too, what are you going to predict? Do you want me to help?"

Guo Pu’s nonchalant expression immediately became serious, taking on a profound demeanor, while his eyes glanced at Fu Tinghan.

Fu Tinghan, as usual, was good-natured and explained it again.

Zhao Shen listened, and immediately took out tortoiseshell from his pocket, "Master Guo might be inconvenient, so I’ll predict, Ting Han, do you know Uncle Fu’s birthdate and eight characters?"

Fu Tinghan was silent.

After pausing for a moment, Zhao Shen said, "It doesn’t matter if you don’t know, here, hold the tortoiseshell, silently recite his name in your mind, clear his face, and then cast, three times, I’ll calculate for you."

Fu Tinghan hesitated and didn’t take it, Fu Chang’s face?

It was blurry in his mind; he hadn’t seen many uncles since he came to this world. He tried hard to remember but couldn’t figure out what he looked like.

Seeing his hesitation, Zhao Shen quickly stuffed the tortoiseshell into his hand, signaling him to sincerely pray and cast, "Ting Han, you have to believe there’s Immortal Technique in this world; you’re standing here at the Astronomical Observatory, you’re at the head of the six ministries as Chief of Staff, how can you not believe?"

Fu Tinghan: ...Should he believe it?

Whatever, there are so many unknowns in this world; who can truly say there aren’t such things as destiny?

Fu Tinghan followed Zhao Shen’s hand, casting the tortoiseshell three times, and then looked at Zhao Shen.

Zhao Shen earnestly began the calculations.

Standing with his hands behind his back, Guo Pu glanced over, raised his eyebrows after a look, and thoroughly examined Fu Tinghan.

Fu Tinghan looked bewildered, about to ask what was wrong, an exhausted Zhao Shen happily said, "It’s a lucky fortune, Ting Han, what you’re asking will succeed."

"What did you ask? Whether you can find Uncle Fu?"

Fu Tinghan nodded, "Yes."

Guo Pu snorted lightly and said to Fu Tinghan, "Go then, but it’s best to be careful when traveling. Be careful not to find the person you’re looking for while losing yourself."

Fu Tinghan seemed thoughtful.

Instantly excited, Zhao Shen said, "Master is saying there’s a change in fortune? From where did you calculate that?"

If this were before, Guo Pu wouldn’t bother responding to Zhao Shen, but with a serene Fu Tinghan nearby, he couldn’t help but show off his expertise. So he sat down cross-legged, laid out the divination symbols just now, pointing out how Zhao Shen should deduce.

It was too difficult; changing fortunes required deducing symbols not apparent in "The Book of Changes" and one must draw them themselves. Zhao Shen cautiously asked four questions to understand.

Guo Pu graciously taught him.

Zhao Shen listened intently, while Fu Tinghan, half listening, began to zone out. He understood, but does a will really intervene in these divination signs to reveal information not visible to those predicting?

After teaching Zhao Shen, Guo Pu poured himself a cup of water, glanced at Fu Tinghan opposite him, knowing he understood in one go, and said, "You truly are a genius, but alas, you don’t believe in the will of heaven and earth, therefore, although you have a talent, you can’t walk this path."

Reflecting, Zhao Shen immediately asked, "What about me, me? Master, look at me, how is my talent?"

"You..." After scrutinizing Zhao Shen, Guo Pu said, "Your talent is decent, diligence aplenty, but... fortune and misfortune lean on each other, you’re not suited for this path, I advise you to give up early, or else you’ll become obsessed and hurt both yourself and others."

Zhao Shen: "...Last time, the master also said fortune and misfortune are interdependent, could it be somewhat I’ve attracted?"

One reason Guo Pu dislikes fortune-telling for people is that some always seek the root and essence, wanting clear and explicit answers.

But the fortunes and misfortunes of this world are merely the vying for fame and wealth; what more is there to say? Just contemplate a bit deeper, isn’t it all clear?

Always urging him to clarify, explain, repeating the same words over and over in different forms, it exhausted him, didn’t it?

Therefore, Guo Pu just laughed without saying a word, letting Zhao Shen guess by himself.

Fu Tinghan wasn’t fixated on the fortune results; if he can’t understand something, he never forces himself to think. He checked the time, stood up, and said, "I’ll come again tonight."

He called Zhao Shen, "Shen, let’s go together."