The imperial capital, the sky is clear.

"It's rare to have a good weather today!"

For half a month, it has been rainy and continuous, and the hazy weather is very depressing.

Pedestrians on the road were in a hurry, and occasionally someone let out an exclamation or two, with a bright smile on their faces.

"Mom, how come there are two suns in this sky?"

A child pointed to the sky and asked his mother.

Mom looked up, where there were two suns, it was obviously one.

"Son, don't talk nonsense!"

The mother gave the little boy in her arms a blank look, only when her son was illuminated by the sun, and his eyes were dazzled.

"Really, I saw a little sun, could it be the son of the sun!"

The child still believes that he is not mistaken.

The mother hugged her son and turned around and went back to the house, basking in the sun and being naughty by her son.

Suddenly, the wind blew fiercely, and the dark clouds rolled in all directions, without warning.

Black clouds crush the city.

"What's going on this day?"

"Damn the weather!"

"Oh no, my quilt ...... dry"

"Yikes! Clothes to dry on the balcony ......"

"Oh my God, my windows aren't closed......"

When the wind hit, people took refuge, shouting and cursing incessantly.

The black clouds are getting heavier and heavier, like a black cloth covering the sky and the sun, and the visibility is extremely low.

"Hell God!"

At this moment, the day is more terrifying than the night.

Panic swept across the entire imperial capital.

On the outskirts of the imperial capital, a quaint courtyard, an old mansion that has been inherited for hundreds of years, five in and five out, covering an area of sixty or seventy acres, looks solemn and mysterious.

The Ling family, the first wealthy family in the imperial capital, has lived here for a long time, highlighting the glory of the famous family.

According to the words handed down by the ancestors of the Ling family, this feng shui treasure land is a generation of feng shui masters, and the cloth clothes are selected to bless the Ling family to prosper and last for thousands of years!

"Master, the third young grandmother is about to give birth......"

A maid hurried into the lobby, panting.

"What do you look like in a panic, don't call the midwife before giving birth, what do you want me to do!"

An old man in the hall is dignified, energetic, with a straight waist, quite majestic, he is Ling Siyuan, the head of the Ling family.

"Master, the third young grandmother has a difficult birth, and Aunt Wu asks whether to protect the adult or the child?"

The maid was about to cry, she was the personal girl of the third young grandmother, and she had been with the third young grandmother for many years, and she was like a sister.

"Ahh What about Feng'er? ”

Feng'er is the third young master Ling Feng, who went out in the morning and hasn't come back yet.

"The third young master has gone to ask for a doctor...... I'm afraid it's too late! ”

The maid panicked, she was afraid that the master would punish the third young master.

"Paula-sama ......"

Ling Siyuan made a decisive decision, the third young grandmother can't have a bad pool, and the Ling family still has to rely on her.

The maid's heart was relieved, and the hanging heart was settled, in her heart, the third young grandmother was more important than anyone else.

"Sir! The ancestor suddenly fainted, and he was about to die......"

The maid had just left, and someone ran in, which was really eventful.

"What?"

Ling Siyuan stood up, he had seen the ancestor in the morning, the ancestor was very energetic, and there was no disease, and he also chatted with the ancestor for a while.

Ling Siyuan walked quickly to the north room of the Wujin courtyard, only to see that the ancestor's mouth was wide open, his eyes were closed, he was about to die with more air out and less air in.

"Call for mercy to come to your rescue!"

Ling Siyuan yelled at everyone in the family.

"Sir! The three young grandmothers are ...... in childbirth"

A sentence reminded Ling Siyuan that Jiang Minzhi was in difficult labor......

Ling Siyuan sat slumped in his chair, much more decadent.

The ancestor is the heaven of the Ling family, the sky is about to fall, the Ling family ......

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning lit up the sky, followed by a thunderclap that swept through the sky, and a cloud of light scattered the black clouds, dazzling and dazzling, making people unable to open their eyes.

Seeing a cloud of light rushing towards the Ling family's old house, everyone in the Ling family closed their eyes one after another.

"This is going to be struck by lightning!"

"Oh my God! What kind of sin has the Ling family created! ”

Ling Siyuan let out a sigh, old tears.

Three into the west wing of the courtyard, the midwife, Aunt Wu, was already sweating profusely, in order to protect the adult, she had to reach out to pull out the baby.

No, you can't do that, you're going to be struck by lightning......

Aunt Wu hesitated, she couldn't kill someone.

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap and a light rushed into the room......

"Mom!"

Aunt Wu screamed and fainted.

"Wow!"

A baby's cry, loud and long, came far and wide.

Outside the house, Ling Feng, who rushed back, happened to see thunder falling from the sky, a light broke through the top, and then a baby cried.

Ling Feng didn't care much, and broke in directly.

The scene in front of him made Ling Feng almost fall, and his eyes widened as he looked at everything in front of him.

I saw the baby with the umbilical cord unbroken lying on Jiang Minzhi's body, and a jade wrench finger in his hand was sent to Jiang Minzhi's mouth, exuding a faint green light, like silk, floating in his mouth.

Just when Ling Mo was stunned, Jiang Minzhi slowly woke up, and it was Ling Feng in his eyes.

"What a surprise!"

Jiang Minzhi asked with a smile.

"Look at him......"

Ling Feng pointed to the baby.

Jiang Minzhi glanced at the baby on his body and the jade wrench in his hand, first startled, and then thoughtful.

In a trance, déjà vu? Yes, it was in a dream......

Jiang Minzhi hurriedly took the jade wrench finger from the baby's hand and put it on his hand, then held the child with one hand and cut the umbilical cord short with the other.

At this time, the maid came with hot water, and Jiang Minzhi asked Ling Feng to take the unconscious Aunt Wu out and let the maid help deal with it.

The other entered the courtyard, and at the moment when the baby's cry came, the ancestor stopped breathing and drove the crane west.

"Ancestor!"

The Ling family was full of sorrow! Crying!

In the imperial capital, after a thunderclap, the dark clouds dispersed, and the wind and waves were calm, as if nothing had happened a moment ago.

"A vision from the sky, I don't know if it's a good omen or a bad omen?"

People are talking.

"Amitabha! A vision descends from heaven, and a demon is born! ”

An old monk in the mountaintop monastery sat cross-legged, pinched the Buddha beads in his hand, and whispered.

Then the old monk got up and went down the mountain.

The Ling family experienced great joy and sorrow in one day, the great joy is the joy of having an heir, and the great sorrow is the death of the ancestor.

Ling Siyuan was overjoyed when he learned that his mother and son were safe, this was his successor, but he couldn't show joy when the ancestor passed away, but he had to show grief.

Ling Siyuan was busy taking care of the funeral first, putting aside his grandson's affairs and not asking about it.

"Master, Master Lide is here!"

At this time, the next man came in to give a report.

"Master Lide? Just in time, please! ”

Ling Siyuan was about to send someone to invite Master De, Master De is a famous monk in the imperial capital, and he has a good relationship with the Ling family, and the Ling family will take out a large amount of money every year to send it to the temple as incense money.

"Amitabha! Donor's Day mourns change! ”

As soon as Lide came, he saw the Ling family, the iron-mouth lantern hung on both sides, and the white silk lintel, and guessed that the ancestor of the Ling family had died.

"Master De, please!"

Ling Siyuan was very respectful, and then he had to invite Master De to chant for the ancestor.

Master Lide entered the hall, folded his hands in front of the ancestral hall, bowed his head slightly, recited Amitabha, and turned to sit on a chair beside him.

"Master Ling, I can't hide it, I'm here for today's vision from the sky!"

Master Lide picked up the tea offered, took a sip, put down the teacup and slowly spoke.

"A vision from above?"

Ling Siyuan thought of all kinds of strange things today in an instant.

"Master, does this have anything to do with my Ling family?"

Ling Siyuan was a little frightened, he had a bad premonition, and Master Lide would not be untargeted.

"Amitabha! A vision descends from heaven, and a demon is born! ”