I Possess a Scroll of Demon-Subduing Records

Lin Yi smiled slightly, knowing that he had probably scared him today, and then added: "Don't worry, I won't force you if you can't do it, otherwise I wouldn't have said that I wanted to calculate a god in the first place."

"I just want to know, within the Xuanmen (Taoist school), could you help me introduce someone who can divine the fates of immortals and deities?"

How could I dare?

Chen Huaiyuan stood up excitedly and said, "Divining the secrets of heaven always comes at a price, and the greater the involvement, the greater the price."

Based on what you've said about the other party's background, any fortune teller in the human world who dares to pry into their identity will surely suffer a backlash and die. Even if I knew, I would absolutely never reveal it!

Chen Huaiyuan was a little nervous. He was afraid that Lin Yi would coerce him, and he would die whether he told Lin Yi or not.

This is the aura of a powerful figure; it's terrifying.

Lin Yi just smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. I was presumptuous today. If it doesn't count, let's just forget about it. It's not a very important matter."

"..."

Lin Yi's easy surrender was truly unexpected by Chen Huaiyuan.

Among the powerful in this world, whether they are righteous or evil, few act like Lin Yi, to the point that he couldn't believe it.

At this point, Lin Yi had already changed the subject.

"Chief Constable Chen, you've worked hard as acting chief constable during this time. On behalf of Chief Constable Qu and Chief Constable Guan, I thank you. If you need any help in the future, you can send a letter to the Lin residence in the east of the city."

"Uh……"

At this point, it was Chen Huaiyuan who felt embarrassed.

His work as the chief constable wasn't arduous, but when Lin Yi asked him for help, he refused. However, Lin Yi made him a promise, which made him feel unworthy of it.

Just as he was struggling with this, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the house: "I thank you on behalf of Huai'an, fellow Daoist."

"Master?"

Chen Huaiyuan excitedly went to open the door, and sure enough, there stood an old Taoist priest with white hair and wrinkled skin, holding a white banner in his hand with the words "Iron-Mouthed Predictions" written on it.

Qu Jing recognized him as well; he was the one who helped her out of her predicament when she was troubled by love.

This old Taoist priest was none other than Chen Huaiyuan's master, Bu Suanzi.

"Master, what brings you here?"

Chen Huaiyuan felt that something was definitely wrong with today's date. Why were these people, who were usually nowhere to be seen, suddenly flocking to his door?

When Bu Suanzi saw Chen Huaiyuan, his face was full of kindness. He held Chen Huaiyuan's hand and smiled, "I foresaw an opportunity, so I came here. It seems that I have come at just the right time."

Lin Yi looked at Bu Suanzi, his expression filled with doubt.

The old man seemed to be implying something.

Why would someone deliberately show off their divination skills in front of him? What are they trying to do?

Knowing that the diviner who divined Zi Daoren would surely die, Lin Yi abandoned the idea.

He just needs to wait a little longer; Zi Daoren will take the bait sooner or later. There's no need to sacrifice others just to take the initiative.

Therefore, at this moment, Lin Yi did not strike up a conversation with Bu Suanzi, so as not to disturb the joy of the master and disciple's reunion.

However, instead of him seeking out the fortune teller, the fortune teller took the initiative to approach him.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, I have long admired your name. It is an honor to finally meet you today!"

As Bu Suanzi walked towards Lin Yi with the banner in hand, Chen Huaiyuan suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Lin Yi wanted to find a diviner to consult, and his master just happened to appear at that moment. Could it be...?

Diviners have very keen intuition, and the more Chen Huaiyuan thought about it, the more likely this development seemed. He quickly grabbed the fortune teller, trying to stop him from walking towards Lin Yi.

Bu Suanzi paused, glanced at Chen Huaiyuan's hand that was holding his, and smiled, saying, "Put it down. Meeting is fate. It is also fate that your master and I meet today."

"Master..."

The more Bu Suanzi said this, the more flustered Chen Huaiyuan became.

Lin Yi sat there, speechless.

I didn't say you all had to calculate it, so why did it start acting out a life-or-death drama?

Chapter 458 Jiang Linglong's Hidden Dangers

Seeing that their emotional outburst was not going to work, Lin Yi quickly interrupted, saying, "Chief Constable Chen, there's no need to worry. Today's matter is settled, and I will not bring up the impolite request again."

This is an implication that he will no longer talk about predicting immortals.

He didn't initially intend to have someone calculate his fortune.

If the cost is too high, then forget it.

After hearing Lin Yi's explanation, Chen Huaiyuan stopped stopping Bu Suanzi from approaching Lin Yi.

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

He simply said to Lin Yi, "Fellow Daoist, the matter you consulted today is indeed unimportant. It is merely a minor ailment that will not harm you in the slightest."

But your mortal calamity is imminent, and I'm afraid you're completely unaware of it!

Upon hearing Bu Suanzi's words, Su Xian'er and Qu Jing's eyes sharpened considerably.

Lin Yi's expression also became more serious. Although fortune tellers like to say scary things before telling someone's fortune, since the fortune teller is Chen Huaiyuan's master, he should not be a fraudster.

These words naturally made Lin Yi a little nervous.

His cultivation level has recently increased by about 80,000 years, which is equivalent to four times the amount of time in the past year.

With such a significant improvement, Lin Yi was actually worried about potential hidden dangers, and he has been keeping a low profile lately.

Ten thousand years of cultivation might be impressive in the human world, but a judge who randomly appears in the underworld has five hundred thousand years of cultivation, so his cultivation is nothing compared to that.

Lin Yi's small goal is one million.

Even with 100,000 years of cultivation, Lin Yi didn't feel safe enough, so when the fortune teller said there was murderous intent, he believed him.

"Could you elaborate, Master?"

When it comes to life and death, Lin Yi certainly wouldn't oppose superstition at this time.

Bu Suanzi nodded, then looked at the others in the room and said, "Those who are not involved should not listen to these things."

Lin Yi nodded and said to Qu Jing and Su Xian'er, "You two go out and have fun too. Don't tell anyone about what happened today."

Qu Jing nodded with a serious expression. Su Xian'er pitifully tugged at Lin Yi's sleeve, but was still pulled away by Qu Jing.

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

“Go, Huaiyuan. As a diviner, you should know the will of Heaven and follow it.”

"Master..."

If Bu Suanzi hadn't said those words, the bad premonition would still be just a premonition, but since he said them, the premonition became a fact.

Chen Huaiyuan only wanted to stop Bu Suanzi, but as a fortune teller, he naturally knew the meaning behind Bu Suanzi's words.

Knowing the will of Heaven is easy, but going against it is difficult. Therefore, following the will of Heaven will often lead to smoother progress in many things.

Diviners who know the will of Heaven often follow it.

Those who are truly skilled at divination are often people who follow the will of Heaven.

In other words, the conversation between Bu Suanzi and Lin Yi today was a predestined fate.

"Let's go!"

Bu Suanzi patted Chen Huaiyuan's hand. Chen Huaiyuan was in pain, but he still obeyed his master's order and walked out in a daze, closing the door behind him.

After Lin Yi saw that the master and disciple had finished their exchange, he said, "Will the Daoist die if this heavenly secret is revealed?"

Bu Suanzi nodded.

Lin Yi sighed and said, "Since that's the case, then you'd better not say anything more. I should be able to get through this on my own."

He was somewhat confident in his abilities, but more importantly, he didn't want to see others die for him.

"I am not doing this for you, but for all living beings under heaven."

The fortune teller remained calm and sat down next to Lin Yi before slowly saying, "Moreover, I have already glimpsed the secrets of heaven, and my fate is sealed. If I don't speak, do you want me to take what I've seen to the underworld?"

"you……"

Lin Yi hadn't expected this situation. In other words, the old Taoist priest was already on the verge of death when he discovered the information. The only difference now was whether he could pass the information on.

"Enough with the pleasantries. Give me some time to properly say goodbye to my disciple!"

Lin Yi felt a little uneasy, but he still quickly said, "Please speak, Daoist Master."

"Your fatal calamity will not come from there, but from right beside you."

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

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

Lin Yi was still wearing the clothes that Jiang Linglong had given him.

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

Sure enough, Bu Suanzi nodded and said, "The mandarin ducks are bleeding, the intertwined branches are broken, the wings of a pair of birds are severed, and husband and wife turn against each other. It is a situation of life and death."

"Impossible! Linglong wouldn't hurt me."

Lin Yi absolutely refused to believe that Jiang Linglong would kill him.

Although Jiang Linglong has a bit of a temper, she only gets angry at bad people. She is the gentlest person around her, let alone him.

"Of course she wouldn't hurt you if she were sober."

Bu Suanzi spoke with great certainty, and at this point, Lin Yi finally began to feel a little flustered.

The fortune teller must have foreseen something, otherwise how could he have known that Jiang Linglong would lose her mind in her rage?

He's right. A sober Jiang Linglong wouldn't hurt anyone she shouldn't, but an angry one might be a different story.

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

Lin Yi made up his mind that once Jiang Linglong returned, he would move his entire family into the Crystal Palace and then seal it off.

He believed that with his ability to appease his wife, he would never make Jiang Linglong so angry that she would go berserk.