Mazu is also known as the goddess of the sea.

Mazu culture began in the Song Dynasty and became in the Yuan Dynasty.

By the time of the Ming and Qing dynasties, it had become a lofty belief of the coastal people.

Zhang Luo is very annoyed now.

He himself is a native of Fujian, and he also believed in Mazu when he was a child.

But he found a random god from religious knowledge.

The most feared thing for traversers is not that there is no system.

Instead, the wrong system skills were used.

looked at the third master's increasingly sharp eyes.

Zhang Luo was eager to ask.

Now it's too late to say that he is the messenger of Mazu.

Zhang Luo couldn't help but think that Fujian really has the vice of sacrificing to the sea.

The cold sweat on his body broke out again.

No, do you really want to reopen as soon as you cross?

Zhang Luo's brain was running at high speed.

Grandpa, grandma, you have to bless me.

Wait, Zhenhai is my hometown.

My ancestors are supposed to be here, but my grandfather should not have been born at the moment.

Suddenly, Zhang Luo remembered the story that his grandfather told him before.

In the year of Jiajing, Wei rained, hundreds of households and thousands of households, and returned to Wei when the wind was blowing.

Zhang Luo hurriedly looked at the third master and said:

"What year is it? ：

The third master's cloudy eyes lowered and said:

"Daming, Jiajing year."

Really! Zhang Luo quickly pondered the knowledge and memories in his mind.

I took a look at the outfit on the third master's body, like the clothes of the Ming Dynasty.

It should be the background that grandpa said.

Zhang Luo looked at the relatively cloudy and sunny sky outside, and blurted out:

"I am truly a messenger of the gods, I can prove it!"

The third master looked at Zhang Luo, and several emaciated men around him were also a little shocked.

Zhang Luo said loudly:

"There will be rain, heavy rain, heavy rain these days!"

As soon as Zhang Luo finished speaking, several men in front of him couldn't help but laugh.

The third master sneered and said:

"Zhenhaiwei hasn't had heavy rain for two months."

Zhang Luo didn't care about this, in order to survive, he had to say with a dead face:

"I am the messenger of Mazu, I know the past and the present, and I know the future."

Seeing everyone's still skeptical eyes.

Zhang Luo continued:

"If there is no heavy rain, let it be disposed of."

"What kind of rainstorm can there be in the past few days, and the spy Hugh will be demagogic!"

"It's not just a Japanese spy, it's also a monster, kill him!"

The third master stood up, he had a high reputation in Zhenhaiwei.

The crowd fell silent.

I only heard the third master say:

"It's not enough for a few days, just one day, no rainstorm for a day, and then hand this person over to the government."

When Zhang Luo heard the words of the third master, he knew that he had finally escaped.

Look at the sky overhead, with only a few clouds.

Zhang Luo wasn't sure if the story told by his grandfather was reliable.

If there is no heavy rain today, I will really have to cross it again.

But it's useless to be anxious now, Zhang Luo can only resign himself to fate.

Zhang Luo was still tied to the tree, and the men in front of him began to slowly disperse.

Only one person was left to watch Zhang Luo.

The third master, the sage of the guard, walked into the temple on the side.

Sit on a futon and prepare for morning class.

Zhang Luo began to close his eyes and ponder, in case his prediction failed, how to save himself.

Then I heard a young child's voice coming from the side.

"Third Master!"

The sound got closer, and a little boy of about ten years old walked up to the idol.

He was dressed in a gray coarse coat, with slightly dark skin, and he looked excited.

It looks much more nutritious than the previous big guys.

Zhang Luo then remembered.

This is the child's voice I heard before I fell.

He was caught by such a little flute?

This little stunned man seems to have a lot of status in Zhenhaiwei.

The third master came out of the temple to pick him up.

came to Zhang Luo with Xiao Lengzi.

The little stunned man was not polite, and sat on the stool prepared for him by the third master.

The little black eyes looked at Zhang Luo.

"He's the spy I caught last night?"

"Third master, my trick of scaring the night people yesterday worked."

The third master covered his face and said helplessly:

"It's scary, my little treasure."

"Yes, the scary law, oops, scary, scary, it's all the same."

This...

The third master was speechless for a while.

The little stunned looked at Zhang Luo for a while.

stood up straight, stared at Zhang Luo with a full face, and said:

"I heard that you were a spy and was arrested by Master Ben, and you still don't accept your fate."

"Still pretending to be a ghost?"

Zhang Luo looked at the little stunned man in front of him.

Listening to his serious appearance, he couldn't hold back his laughter

Unexpectedly, this little stunned man's eyes widened, and he pretended to be fierce and said:

"You spy, wait for my cousin, no, my cousin comes back, and you'll be finished."

The little stunned man seemed to have thought of something.

said to the third master:

"Third master, do you want to calculate, when will my cousin and them come back?"

The third master looked at the little stunned man kindly, and took out two crescent-shaped pieces of wood from his pocket.

handed it into the hands of the little stunned man and said:

"You can try throwing a basket in front of Mazu Niangniang."

"Remember to be sincere and don't be cranky."

Zhang Luo glanced at the two pieces of wood and hurriedly launched the "Divine Cult" skill.

Start browsing the knowledge inside.

Or "Wanshengyuan" is a casual growth game.

It's all up to you to gain experience.

It's all the same in real-life games.

The LV1 level "Divine Cult" skill allowed Zhang Luo to only get a small amount of information about the wood chips.

This piece of wood is called a basket cup, which is a divination tool in some places in Zhejiang and Fujian.

The divination method is not difficult, the cup is divided into flat and convex surfaces, representing yin and yang and the holy grail.

Roll three times to get a hexagram.

I saw that the little stunned man threw it three times.

Got the result that the three cups of yin, yang, and holy grail all appeared.

The third master touched his forehead, ready to go to the book to see the meaning.

I heard Zhang Luo, who was tied to the tree, say:

"Three cups are here, although it is not auspicious, but it is also a good sign."

"The person you ask for will encounter some storms, but there will be no worries for their lives."

The third master opened the book, and the content was indeed not bad from what Zhang Luo said.

After the little stunned man got the confirmation of the third master.

Walking up to Zhang Luo, he asked Zhang Luo excitedly:

"Then when will my cousin be back in the guard?"

Grandpa's story only tells about a hundred households, and a thousand households will come back.

When he came back, Zhang Luo really didn't know.

There's no way, anyway, if it doesn't rain today, Zhang Luo won't be able to survive.

Just take a gamble.

Zhang Luo said with a resolute expression:

"Just today."

"Today?"

When he came out of the house, Xiao Lengzi observed the weather.

Just a few clouds, it can't rain, and there won't be wind and waves.

While a few people were wondering, suddenly the sky began to darken.

The clouds overhead somehow turned gray and massive.

All of a sudden, the wind was blowing.

The camphor trees that tied Zhang Luo began to be a little unbearable and shook violently.

The third master's old face was blown by the wind.

Then I heard a woman crying,

"It's going to rain, it's raining heavily, quickly collect your clothes and go inside."

In an instant, bead-sized raindrops fell from the sky and hit several people.

The third master hurriedly ran back to the temple with the little stunned man.

Looking at the black clouds in the sky, the third master said with an incredible face:

"Is it really raining, or is it a storm?"

Zhang Luo was hit by raindrops.

There was a relieved expression on his face.

Grandpa really didn't lie, his little life was saved.