After the master calculated a hexagram for Da Niu's father, he left, leaving a deposit and strips of cloth at the blacksmith shop.

Soon, the time was on the third day.

On this day, Da Niu's father got up very early and opened the door of the shop, but only one was opened, because he couldn't open it today, so it was not fully opened.

Today is the day when he is going to Xiaoliangshan in the south of the city to enter the ore.

If his shop is a big blacksmith workshop, then the mine may send someone to send him every once in a while, but he is a small workshop of three or two people, so naturally he can't get that kind of treatment, and he needs to go to the mine to mine to mine iron and stone by himself.

Da Niu's father walked out of the shop, and the dazzling sunlight shone on the bluestone slab on the street, making him squint, and then he smiled: "Sure enough, it's a free hexagram, I can't count, it's a big sun today." ”

After laughing for a while, Da Niu's father walked into the house and shouted: "me, I'm going out, the weather is good today, and I should be able to rush back before curfew at night." ”

Da Niu's mother came out of the small door when she heard the sound, took out a blanket and hung it on her husband, looked at the sunlight that shone into the house, and was also a little happy: "That dinner, the child and I will wait for you." ”

"Don't worry, the weather is good today, I can come back early."

The man from the blacksmith said casually, and walked towards East Street.

He had to rent a carriage to bring the iron and stone back.

When the figure of the man disappeared at the end.

The door of the carved wood shop also opened.

Wang Lin looked at the back of Da Niu's father leaving, and then looked up at the weather above his head.

The sky is cloudless, and the wind is beautiful.

He was thoughtful.

"Brother Wang, the weather is so nice today." Da Niu's mother saw Wang Lin who opened the door opposite, and as a neighbor, she said hello with a smile.

Wang Lin smiled at the gentle nod when he heard this, and didn't say anything more.

Open all four doors to let in the warm sun.

The ordinary-looking young man sat in the shop and began to carve wood carvings again.

At the beginning of his transformation into a mortal, Wang Lin did not feel the slightest opportunity to turn him into a god, and he had very little understanding of the life of mortals, only the wood carving could allow him to meditate and slowly melt and precipitate the accumulation of more than 400 years of killing career.

Only when he dissolves all this evil qi can he integrate into the life of mortals.

He preliminarily estimated that after about half a year, the evil qi in his body would be smelted and dissolved by him.

In the morning, Wang Lin completed another wood carving, this is a fierce beast similar to a turtle, which can rank third on the list of demon beasts in the Demon Cultivation Sea, called the bell and drum, and the power is infinite.

At noon, Wang Lin heard the complaint of the big cow in the blacksmith shop opposite, why is it not open today, and he still has to work......

As a result, he was quickly reprimanded by his great-mother.

It was also when the daily noise of ordinary people made Wang Lin feel a faint smile.

Suddenly.

His eyes flashed as he stared to the doorway.

The light has dimmed a bit.

Wang Lin's heart suddenly moved, and he looked towards the sky.

I don't know when the sky has begun to get gloomy.

In the morning, it was still a cloudless and sunny day, but by noon, there were layers of dark clouds, so that the sun was covered from time to time.

Wang Lin squinted his eyes, put down the wood carving, and walked straight out of the store.

Is there really rain?

"It's not going to rain." The mother and son of the blacksmith shop opposite also saw the change in the weather at the same time.

Great-mother said in surprise: "It's still a big sun in the morning, and it's ...... at this time."

Da Niu's eyes widened suddenly, and he didn't think of anything more, but he shouted loudly: "Mother, the day before yesterday, the fortune teller said that there was rain today, and also said that if I let my father go out, don't take the trail, it's still a big sun in the morning, and now it seems that it's really going to rain, and the fortune teller is really accurate!" ”

When Zeng's mother heard this, she immediately felt as if she had been whipped by a whip, her whole body was agitated, and her face turned a little pale, and then she hurriedly scolded loudly: "What nonsense, God's affairs, who can say for sure, and besides, this does not necessarily mean that it will rain......"

As he spoke.

Click!!

A touch of white light illuminated the sky of the capital for a moment.

Subsequently.

Bang!

Thunder rang out.

Da Niu was immediately startled, and was so shocked that he raised his little face and looked at the sky.

A snaking bolt of lightning pierced the sky.

Seeing this scene, Zeng's mother turned even paler as paper.

She walked out into the street, and the rain really fell with the black clouds that came from the city.

There were no more than a dozen breaths.

Bang la blah.

The light rain turned into a heavy rain, and the entire capital was shrouded in mist.

There were hurried cursing voices on many streets, and many people were unprepared and were drenched in soup.

No matter how sluggish the big bull was, he thought of something, and he shouted loudly:

"Mother."

There was a cry in the child's tone.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your father is fine." Mother Niu said in a trembling voice.

This rain is not terrible.

What is terrible is the hexagram of the teller.

If you really want to travel, you can't take the trail, you need to take the official road.

There are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and the first half of the sentence was really calculated by the physiognomy master, such a miraculous thing, so that the ordinary woman of Zeng's mother did not dare to doubt the second half of the sentence.

She comforted her son verbally, but her heart trembled with fear.

My husband has been walking the trail south of the city in order to be able to come back and finish dinner with his family that day.

You can't take the trail, you need to take the official road.

From morning to noon, the husband should have already walked into the small road or official road.

If he believed in the words of the Xiangshi, it would be fine, but if he didn't believe it, he still took the trail.

The woman could no longer imagine what would happen, and the helplessness of her fate in the dark made her almost cry.

The sound of mother and son crying could be heard in the blacksmith's shop, and they were terrified.

Wang Lin stood silently at the door, and then looked up at the rain.

He extended his divine sense, swept the capital for thousands of miles, and found that the rain was even heavier than he expected, and it was estimated that it could cover two or three prefectures and counties.

Such a large-scale rain weather could not have been achieved by manpower or by the magic of monks.

Calling for wind and rain, scattering beans into soldiers.

This is an immortal technique that can only be performed by immortals in the fairy world.

Wind and rain, clouds and thunder, this is the rule of heaven and earth.

It's not at all something that a third-level Qi cultivator can control.

So.

"He's really going to hit the tenth hexagram?!"

Wang Lin's face showed a look of disbelief.

Today's rain is only the first half of this hexagram, and the good luck of Da Niu's father is the key content of this hexagram.

Wang Lin immediately sensed the spiritual power he had left on Da Niu's father, and wanted to determine what happened to Da Niu's father.

But this spiritual power was just subconsciously attached to Da Niu's father, and it had no function of exploration, just in case, this wisp of spiritual power could protect Da Niu's father.

I can only feel that there are faint traces of existence in this trace of spiritual power, as for the good luck and evil of people......

Wang Lin frowned, and wanted to investigate, but his cautious and suspicious personality for more than four hundred years made him inaction.

Is there really a person or skill in the world who can divinate fate?

If there really is, it will only exist in a person who cultivates the third layer of qi.

No matter how you think about this, it doesn't make sense.

Moreover, he has always been cautious, and he is even more reluctant to meddle in such mysterious things.

Wang Lin's character, at most, he is not a bad person, but he is not a good person, and he will not know each other for a long time because of the family, but the mortal family of the neighbor does something.

"Tomorrow, the master should come over and get his banner, if something really happens to Da Niu's father, he may be able to see something at that time."

Wang Lin chose to watch from the wall.

Mortal, mortal.

To experience the life of a mortal, it is necessary to make him do less monastic behavior.

Sometimes, powerlessness surrounds a mortal for most of his life.

Such as life and death, such as parting......

These fates, which are beyond the control of mortals, are the root cause of the ups and downs in people's lives.

Wang Lin thought of this, and suddenly a ray of spiritual light flashed through him.

Unfortunately, the speed of the swipe was so fast that he didn't have time to catch it and disappeared.

"What can I do about it?" Wang Lin chewed on the thoughts just now, but he couldn't appear that ray of aura.

He looked at the heavy rain outside the door and thought silently.

Soon.

The day passed.

It's night.

The crying from the blacksmith grew louder.

Because.

It's almost curfew.

The streets were deserted.

The clatter of the carriage of hope in their hearts never appeared, so the despair in their hearts swallowed the mother and son like a tide.

Great-mother hissed and cried: "I shouldn't have urged your father to come back early for dinner......"

If he hadn't told his husband to wait for him to come home for dinner, he might have been less in a hurry and wouldn't want to go home as soon as possible, and he might not have taken the trail.

If you don't take the path, you won't ......

Obviously, the physiognomist had already reminded their family.

They're still ......

That night, the blacksmith shop was full of weeping, which broke people's hearts.

The mother and son of the Zeng family did not sleep all night.

The next morning there was a knock at the door of the smithy.

As if struck by lightning, the mother and son crawled out of bed and went to open the door.

However.

An even heavier blow is the scene after the door is opened.

It was the physiognomist who knocked on the door.

"My banner shelf has been repaired."