Lin Yi saw that it was not a problem for them to continue to stir things up like this, so he quickly interrupted and said: "Mr. Chen, don't worry. Today's business is over. I will not mention the rude request just now."

This is a hint that he will never talk about measuring the immortals again.

He didn't think at first that he had to find someone to help him do the math.

The price is really too high, so forget it.

After hearing what Lin Yi said, Chen Huaiyuan no longer stopped Bu Suanzi from approaching Lin Yi.

Bu Suanzi shook his head and sighed, but said nothing.

He just said to Lin Yi: "It is indeed not important what my fellow Taoist asked for divination today. A mere scabies disease will not hurt my fellow Taoist at all."

But fellow Taoist's fatal calamity is already very close at hand, I'm afraid fellow Taoist has not noticed it at all!"

When Bu Suanzi said these words, the eyes of Su Xianer and Qu Jing became much sharper.

Ji Yi's face became a little more serious. Although fortune tellers like to say scary things before telling people's fortunes, since the fortune teller is Chen Huaiyuan's master, he should not be a bluffing person.

Saying these words naturally made Lin Yi a little more nervous.

Recently, his Taoism has suddenly increased by about 80,000 years, which is equivalent to four times as much as in the past year.

With such a substantial improvement, Lin Yi is actually worried about whether there will be any hidden dangers, and he has been keeping a low profile recently.

A hundred thousand years of Taoism may be very good in the human world, but a random judge who pops up from the underworld has a Five Hundred Thousand Years of Taoism. His Taoism is not enough.

Ji Yi’s small goal is one million.

One hundred thousand years of Taoism did not make Lin Yi feel that he was safe enough, so when the fortune teller said he had murderous intentions, he believed it.

"Can the Taoist priest elaborate?"

It is a matter of life and death, and Ji Yi will certainly not oppose superstition at this time.

The fortune teller nodded, looked at the other people in the room, and said, "People who are not in the game should not listen to these words too much."

Ji Yi nodded and said to Qu Jing and Su Xian'er: "You guys should go out and play too. Don't tell anyone about what happened today."

Qu Jing nodded with a serious face. Su Xianer tugged at the corner of Lin Yi's clothes pitifully, but was still pulled away by Qu Jing.

Chen Huaiyuan didn't want to leave either. He had a premonition of something. He looked at Bu Suanzi and refused to move his feet.

"Go, Huaiyuan, since you are a hexagram master, you should know God's will and obey it."

"Master..."

If the fortune teller hadn't said this, the bad premonition would have been just a premonition, but when he said it, the premonition would have become a fact.

Chen Huaiyuan just wanted to stop Fortune Teller, but as a fortune teller, he certainly knew the meaning of Fortune Teller's words.

It's easy to know the will of God, but it's hard to go against it, so if you obey God's will, many things will go more smoothly.

The hexagram master knows God's will and often obeys it.

People who are truly good at fortune-telling are often those who obey God's will.

In other words, it was fate that Bu Suanzi was talking to Lin Yi today.

"Let's go!"

Bu Suanzi patted Chen Huaiyuan's hand. Chen Huaiyuan's face was full of pain, but he still obeyed the teacher's order, walked out in despair, and closed the door smoothly.

Lin Yi saw that their master-disciple exchange was finished, and then he said: "If this secret is revealed, will the Taoist priest die?"

Bu Suanzi nodded.

Lin Yi sighed: "In that case, you'd better stop talking. I should be able to get through it on my own."

He is somewhat confident in his own strength, but the more important reason is that he does not want to see others die for him.

"I am not doing this for you, but for all the people in the world."

Bu Suanzi looked calm, sat next to Ji Yi, and then said slowly: "Besides, I have spied on the secret of heaven, and my destiny is over. If I don't tell you, do you want me to go to the underworld with what I saw?"

"you……"

Ji Yi did not expect such a situation. In other words, the old Taoist priest was already dying when he snooped on the information. The difference now is whether he can pass the information on.

"No need to talk too much, just give me some time to say goodbye to my disciple!"

Lin Yi felt a little uncomfortable, but he still said quickly: "Taoist Master, please speak."

"The disaster of your death does not come from there, but from your side."

Bu Suanzi first pointed to the sky, and then tugged on Lin Yi's clothes.

Lin Yi thought for a moment, frowned, and said, "You mean, Linglong?"

What Ji Yi wore was the clothes given by Jiang Linglong.

When Bu Suanzi pulled his clothes, he was naturally referring to Jiang Linglong.

Sure enough, Bu Suanzi nodded and said: "Mandarin ducks are bleeding, branches are broken, wings are broken, and husband and wife turn against each other. It's a life-or-death situation."

"Impossible! Linglong will not hurt me."

Ji Yi never believed that Jiang Linglong would kill him.

Although Jiang Linglong has a bad temper, she is only bad-tempered towards evil people. She is the gentlest to those around her, let alone him.

"Of course she won't hurt you if she's sober."

Bu Suanzi said it very firmly. At this point, Ji Yi finally felt a little flustered.

The divination operator must have calculated something, otherwise how could he even know that Jiang Linglong would lose his mind in rage?

He was right. A sober Jiang Linglong would not hurt anyone she shouldn't hurt, but the same could not be said for her when she was angry.

"I understand what you mean, but as long as you take precautions and don't make her angry, you should be fine, right?"

Ji Yi made up his mind. When Jiang Linglong came back, he would move his family into the Crystal Palace and seal it up.

He believed that with his ability to coax his wife, he would never make Jiang Linglong angry enough to go berserk.

However, when he expressed this idea, Fortune teller just looked at him with pity and shook his head.

"It's God's will. It's useless to struggle. She is the one you are destined to kill."

"Isn't it my fault? Why did I kill her again?"

Lin Yi grabbed Bu Suanzi's withered hand, but did not dare to use too much force, lest he crush the dying old Taoist priest to death.

"A husband and wife turn against each other. Life or death depends on your choice."

Bu Suanzi said very firmly. He pressed down on Lin Yi's hand, stood up with the white flag tremblingly, and looked up at the sky.

You can't see the sky in the house, only the sparse sunlight shining into the house.

"Destiny cannot be violated, just let nature take its course. If you kill her, you will live, and so will everyone else in the world.

If you don't kill her, you will die, and then your life will be ruined and the earth will be covered with rubble."

"If I must not kill her, how can I break the situation?"

Lin Yi looked at Bu Suanzi with firm eyes.

As long as there is even the slightest chance, he will not swing the butcher's knife at his wife.

"I don't even know that with the hexagrams like this, my fate is hard to change."

Bu Suanzi sighed. Now, he really saw Lin Yi's death.

Originally, this was the fate of Lin Yi and Jiang Linglong.

But now, Bu Suanzi understands that it must be Lin Yi who dies.

"For the sake of the people's livelihood, please consider it carefully. When you came here, you saw the people living and working in peace and contentment in Xingsha City, right?

If the fellow Taoist cannot survive, not only Xingsha County, but also the entire Xiangzhou, and even the nearby Jiangzhou and Yingzhou will be affected.

God will not sit back and watch the world collapse, and she may not be able to survive by then. You should be able to weigh the pros and cons clearly.

Bu Suanzi described to Lin Yi what would happen after his death, which Lin Yi could not accept.

"Is there no other way? There should always be a chance of survival in everything."

The fortune teller shook his head and said firmly: "Those who follow the will of heaven will have a chance of survival, and those who go against the will of heaven will die."

The only way to survive was to kill Jiang Linglong with his own hands.

This is the glimmer of hope available to those who comply with God's will.

Ji Yi's hands trembled slightly.

He originally thought that his opponent was the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, or the mysterious Four Saints.

But he didn't expect that the real crisis would come from Jiang Linglong.

Ji Yi rubbed his head, suddenly reacted, and asked: "Do you know why she got so angry that she lost control?"

Bu Suanzi shook his head and said: "I don't know the details, but it should be related to herself."

Spying on this would have killed him.
To be continued...