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Wang Daoyi woke up in the guest room of Wanmin Hall, yesterday he still underestimated Master Mao, although he was put down, but Wang Daoyi was also poured back a lot, and finally accompanied Xiangling to carry Master Mao back to the room, and fell asleep in Wanmin Hall.

"Brother Daoyi, you get up and pull, hurry up and have breakfast!"

Xiangling was still the first to get up and still made breakfast.

"Lu~"

The pot was on the side, and he sneaked his hand to the bun on the table.

Master Mao hadn't gotten up yet, he had breakfast with Xiangling, Wang Daoyi went back to the dock tea room, he remembered the chance encounter with Zhongli yesterday, Zhongli asked Wang Daoyi to go to the Shengtang to find him.

Back in the tea room, freshen up and dress up, wash away the drunken atmosphere, and be a beautiful boy again.

Bringing a bottle of cider from an unknown wind god, and some gifts that Wang Daoyi was going to give to the ceremonial officials of the Afterlife Hall, Wang Daoyi went to the Afterlife Hall.

Although it was still early in the morning, the Afterlife Hall opened its doors early, and it was once not only a funeral business, but also a department for dealing with plague diseases in Liyue, but later there were more and more medical centers, and the Afterlife Hall gradually became only responsible for funerals.

Although he is not in charge of the plague disease, the habit of opening the medical hall early has been maintained by the Afterlife Hall.

When I came to the Hall of the Dead, an unknown lady of honor was already at the door.

"Yo, little brother Daoyi is here, are you looking for the hall master or Zhongli Keqing today?"

Given that Wang Daoyi had been to the Hall of the Afterlife every once in a while, the ceremonial officials were already familiar with him, after all, there weren't many people in the whole of Liyue who would always come to the Hall of the Afterlife.

For the last journey of death, the Church of the Dead in Liyue has always had a special status, and people respect this place, but they don't like it, and staying away is the best way to express it.

Wang Daoyi is one of the few people who likes to come and play in the living hall.

"Come to Zhongli Keqing, I have some questions I want to ask."

Wang Daoyi replied politely, and then handed the gift he was carrying to Miss Ceremonial, "I just came back from Mondstadt yesterday, this is a gift for everyone, you give everyone a point." ”

"Ah, there are also gifts, it's so nice to say a little brother, thank you!"

Miss Yiguan was not polite, took the gift bag with a smile, and then pointed to the backyard, "Mr. Zhongli has gotten up and just returned to the backyard, you can go to the backyard to find him." ”

Nodding, Wang Daoyi walked to the backyard with the cider. Zhongli's courtyard he had been to many times, and he didn't need a ceremonial officer to lead the way.

After Wang Daoyi left, the ceremonial lady sorted the gifts sent by Wang Daoyi, then calculated the value and registered them.

As the largest and monopolistic industry in Liyue, the Church of the Dead has its own rules in every aspect, it does not prohibit customers from giving gifts, but the gifts given will be recorded, and when the customer needs the Death Hall, these gifts will be converted into the corresponding price and used in the customer's ceremony.

Well, this gift is even the funeral expenses that Wang Daoyi gave to the Afterlife Hall in advance.

When I came to Zhongli's courtyard and knocked on the door, I still have to be polite, especially for this kind of person who can't beat it.

"Come in!"

Zhongli's voice was still so indifferent, as if there was nothing in the world that could move him.

Wang Dao pushed the door and walked into the courtyard, where Zhongli was sipping tea. Wang Daoyi thought about it, Zhongli really likes to drink tea, basically ten times he saw him, eight times he was drinking tea.

Putting the cider in his hand on the stone table, Wang Daoyi was not polite, and sat on the stool next to Zhongli.

"Xiaoyou's trip to Mondstadt looks very rewarding!"

Zhongli looked at the cider on the table and recognized the origin of the bottle.

"Thanks to you, I didn't encounter any dangers, and I encountered a lot of interesting things."

Then he gave Zhongli a rough overview of his trip to Mondstadt.

The same story that Xiangling told Keqing, Wang Daoyi also told the same story to Zhongli.

It's just that in Xiangling's story, there is no Barbatos, the god of wind.

In Wang Daoyi's story, he explicitly tells Zhongli that the wind god of Mondstadt is now in the form of a bard named Wendy, working as an alcoholic in Mondstadt.

"That drunkard poet, I haven't seen it in years,"

Zhongli didn't interrupt Wang Daoyi's narration, but waited for Wang Daoyi to finish the story before he seemed to sigh.

"Mr. Zhongli, both Barbatos and Stormterror used to call me the Protector of Morax, what is going on?"

Wang Daoyi asked his own question, although he knew that it must be related to Zhongli, but there were many people who came into contact with Zhongli every day, so they couldn't all be patrons.

Zhongli took a sip of the tea in the cup and pondered for a while before replying, "Xiaoyou should have an answer to my identity!" ”

"Yes, from the beginning, I knew you were the god of rocks."

Wang Daoyi didn't lie, he did know Zhongli's identity from the beginning.

Zhongli nodded, he also knew that Wang Daoyi knew his identity, after all, the antique that was given before was too abrupt.

"I have lit up your Constellation, which is a symbol of the fate of the Teyvats, so, in the eyes of Barbatos, your destiny is filled with my breath, and he will naturally consider you my patron."

Zhongli gave the answer, "In fact, you are indeed my patron, and you should also see that your Vision was also issued to you after my intervention. ”

Wang Daoyi doesn't care about the attributes of the Vision of God, anyway, it's an external magic organ, it's okay to have it, the attributes don't matter.

What he cared about was a word that came in and out of Zhongli's words, fate.

"Can God see through a man's fate?"

Wang Daoyi asked, his eyes full of desire for unknown knowledge.

However, regarding Wang Daoyi's question, Zhongli shook his head and denied it.

"Among the seven gods, only me and Barbatos are the oldest, we can discern the general direction of a person's fate, but we still can't see through the whole fate of a person."

"Fate is the ultimate knowledge, perhaps only the god of grass who has completely mastered the World Tree can grasp this knowledge!"

Wang Dao was stunned, he knew that what Zhongli said was true, because Zhongli never lied, at least never to lie to people of his level.

"Are you familiar with the god of grass?"

"I am familiar with the former Great Mercy Tree King, but now in charge of the World Tree is the Little Auspicious Grass King, she is a very young deity, and I am not familiar with her."

Zhongli is an ancient god, and the little grass god is a newborn god, and the two are not connected, of course, there may be, but Zhongli does not admit it.

After all, Zhongli is talking about unfamiliarity, not unfamiliarity.

Ending this question about fate, Wang Daoyi knew that this should not be the knowledge that he can involve now.

"Do you know the Demon God of Gale?"