I, the poor monk Tang San, buried the sky, buried the earth, buried all living beings

"Tarot divination originates from the Hebrew Major Arcana. I learned this technique from a Roman priest, but I discovered it could only predict the affairs of mortals, not the spirits. So, I improved it, incorporating divine power into it, so it can be used! Unfortunately, my technique can only roughly predict the direction of events, but not accurately predict them. However, it is incredibly accurate in determining direction!"

While explaining to a few people, Wu Zhen arranged the tarot cards one by one according to a certain pattern. These cards floated in the air and instantly formed some kind of mysterious formation, which was a bit dazzling to watch.

"Does this count as giving you a pillow when you're sleepy?"

Nezha stared at the cards in the air, his face filled with amazement. "This... is similar to the divination technique that Martial Uncle Jiang used to use. The only difference is that he didn't use such a fancy technique!"

The mysterious formation surged out huge waves, as if performing acrobatics, so attractive that Tang Ku couldn't help but touch his nose and said, "Wu Zhen, can we stop showing off? Time is still very tight!"

"Master, you don't understand this. This is a necessary ritual for divination. It's shuffling the cards, not just a show of skill. You just need to watch from the side..." Wuzhen curled his lips, showing an expression that said, "Don't pretend to know."

Finally, after a blockbuster-like performance, the Tarot cards formed a huge five-pointed star shape in mid-air. The entire card surface was blurred by divine power, and the content inside could not be seen clearly.

"Okay, who among you three will draw a card?"

Wuzhen chuckled.

"I'll do it, I'll do it... I'm most familiar with the Bull Demon King!"

Nezha volunteered and came forward, rubbing his hands.

Isn't it the most familiar? When the Bull Demon King was conquered, the Third Prince's Wind Hot Wheels almost roasted the old bull into jerky.

"Well, just pick a card, draw it out and hand it to me!"

Wu Zhendao said, "The card is face down. We can't see the contents before I open it, otherwise it won't work!"

"I know, I know. Didn't you just tell me that?"

Nezha laughed and drew a tarot card from the center. The Third Prince always did things casually, so he would do it as soon as he thought of it and would never drag his feet.

"Um……"

Wuzhen took the card, rubbed it gently in her palm, and the outside of the tarot card seemed to have fallen off a layer of skin and drifted away in the wind. Then she turned the card over.

"Ok?"

Wu Zhen couldn't help but frown slightly, "It's actually this card? This..."

Tang Ku and the other two all leaned over. Upon taking a look at the card, Tang Ku couldn't help but frown slightly and said, "This seems to be called something like The Hanged Man. It doesn't seem to have a very good meaning!"

In the picture, a person is tied to a tree trunk with his head facing down, which looks very strange.

"This is a card from the Major Arcana, and its symbolic meaning is 'sacrifice'! It represents mercy and compassion, sacrificing oneself just to help others..."

Wu Zhen frowned slightly, "Is your companion a selfless person?"

"That's wrong. Not only is that guy not a selfless person, on the contrary he's completely self-centered!"

Tang smiled bitterly.

"Not entirely true, don't forget what kind of spirit the Bull Demon King is!"

Yang Jian said, "I heard you say before that the interpretation of Tarot cards doesn't seem that simple. The word 'sacrifice' always has an ox in it, and in the past, sacrifice meant sacrificing an ox. In other words, the Bull Demon King is likely to have been captured as a sacrifice!"

"Well, your interpretation isn't wrong, handsome man. However..." Wu Zhen pondered for a moment and said, "Even if someone is selfish, that doesn't mean they can't sacrifice for others. After all, from what you said, it seems that Mr. Niu loves his wife very much. So, could he sacrifice himself for his wife?"

Nezha clapped his hands and said, "Your two explanations are completely consistent... Sacrificing himself for his wife and having someone else be sacrificed, it's entirely possible that these things happened at the same time..."

Several people looked at Nezha, staring at him, making him feel a little scared. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing, it's rare that you're willing to use your brain. You're actually quite smart!"

Tang Ku praised.

"Okay, I'll take it as a compliment!"

Nezha scratched his head and said helplessly, "What next? Where is he now? How do we find him?"

Wuzhen nodded, and wiped the card with his right hand. In an instant, the picture on the card twisted into a vortex, and then a picture appeared on the card, flowing like an ink animation!

It was a high mountain, shrouded in clouds and mist, and its true appearance could not be seen clearly, but one could vaguely see a group of people escorting a tall figure up the mountain, and the person being escorted was obviously the Bull Demon King. After all, not everyone has a pair of bull horns.

"Where is this?"

Nezha frowned slightly.

Yang Jian took a look and said with a strange expression: "It seems familiar, but I can't remember where it is."

In an instant, the picture changed again, and the entire "ink painting" turned into several characters and appeared on the screen.

Yang Jian and Nezha were confused because they had never seen such characters before.

Tang Ku could see clearly that these were Greek letters. The ones in front were clearly numbers, and the ones at the back should be some kind of distance unit or direction.

"Oh, it's not that close. There are about 4000 sterdias to the southwest!" Wu Zhen frowned and said, "And this mountain seems to be very dangerous!"

"Sterdia...what does it mean?"

Nezha asked in confusion.

"It should be a unit of distance... Um, Wuzhen... Um, Elder or something... How many miles is one Stedia equivalent to?"

Yang Jian was good at thinking and immediately understood the meaning, and couldn't help asking.

Before Wu Zhen could speak, Tang Ku pinched his fingers and said, "I have a rough idea of this... Stedia is a Greek unit of measurement. If 1 sterdia is 185 meters, this distance is roughly... over miles... From here, heading southwest, such a peak should not be difficult to find!"

"How far is this one meter?" Nezha was still confused.

"I'd forgotten that the holy monk had traveled from another world..." Yang Jian curled his lips and said, "In your time, did people measure distances using the length of a grain of rice?"

"Even if he traveled through time, he can't be that amazing!" Wu Zhen asked curiously, "Were you a mathematician before?"

"I'm not necessarily a mathematician..." Tang Ku raised his head proudly and said, "I'm the only monk on our mountain with a high school education or above!"