111. Divine Stick (2)

Wei Jin happened to be on the road when he received the call. When he rushed over, he saw his familiar Taoist robe with his back facing him. He walked over quickly, and before he came to his father, he heard a man coming from behind. Like eyes, the magnetic voice spoke unhurriedly:

"If you guys choose a name for your granddaughter, I will."

"Dad..." Wei Jin glanced anxiously at the operating room, then said helplessly, "Miaomiao and I don't know whether the child is a boy or a girl."

When he received the call, the caller only said that his wife had suddenly given birth prematurely. He didn't know what happened before that. He was thinking about whether his wife would be okay when he suddenly remembered the call Qian Miao had made to him before and quickly looked at his father. .

"Miaomiao said before that you told her that the baby would be born tonight. How did you know?"

Wei Mingyan sat upright, with his back straight, and said slowly, "I figured it out."

"Hey, please stop joking at this time!"

Wei Jin has known that his father can tell fortunes since he was a child, but he doesn't believe it. After all, he has watched his father calculate with his own eyes, and the result is that he can't even predict when it will rain. It's strange that he can believe it.

"I calculated that when this child is born, it will rain heavily outside."

Wei Jin couldn't help but hold his forehead. He just saw the weather forecast today. There will be no rain for a week in a row, okay?

Forget it, he is his biological father after all, he is used to it anyway, the most important thing now is his wife and children.

"Mother and son must be safe!!" He had just finished murmuring, and the father wearing a Taoist robe spoke again.

"It's mother and daughter."

"Would you like me to calculate it for you?"

Wei Ming said in a nonchalant manner, and took out a turtle shell from inside his wide sleeve robe.

He didn't care about the venue, so he just fell down on the chair and said, "I have already said that you two are incompatible. This child was born in July and a half, and the door to hell is wide open. He is weak and weak..."

"dad!!"

Wei Jin was worried about his wife and children, and felt helpless. "Miaomiao was born prematurely. Isn't it normal for the child to be weak?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Mingyan raised his eyes and looked over with a pair of dark eyes. Wei Jin felt a chill all over his body for some reason, and he shut up without knowing it.

It must be because of his father's majestic suppression. He tried hard to comfort himself and looked at the operating room in panic. "I don't know if the baby can be born smoothly. It's so good. Why was it born prematurely?"

"It will definitely go well, but this child symbolizes the disaster of your water and fire. Within three days, there will be a bloody disaster."

"I said, Dad, can you please stop making trouble? Miaomiao is giving birth inside, and I feel uncomfortable. Please stop talking..."

If other people said this to him, Wei Jin would definitely be angry, but who knew that this was his biological father.

Seeing the anxiety and concern on his son's face, Wei Mingyan put the turtle shell away in his robe, "Believe it or not."

"If the one inside isn't my granddaughter, I don't care whether you live or die."

It was rare for him to say such childish words. Wei Jin was so angry and funny, and worried about his wife, that he almost drove himself to schizophrenia.

He and his wife had known each other since school. They had a great relationship and supported each other until now. They were happily looking forward to the arrival of a new life, but why did they end up giving birth prematurely?

Wei Jin's heart was crawling like a bug. He walked back and forth outside the operating room and could not rest for a moment.

You must be safe. Even if something happens, Miaomiao must be fine!

I don’t know how long ADHD usually walked outside the operating room repeatedly. Suddenly, raindrops hit the window. Not even for five seconds, it started to rain heavily outside, and the raindrops hit the window, making a crackling sound.

Wei Jin was stunned. Didn't the weather forecast say there would be no rain this week?

"My granddaughter was born."

Wei Mingyan, whose eyes had been closed, opened them and looked around the operating room. Following the bad smell of fresh blood, he dug in his sleeves and took out the Bagua Mirror that was on the table.

"idiot."

"Huh? Dad?"

Wei Jin had long been accustomed to his father's "pet name". Just now he was staring at the heavy rain outside in a daze, but when he heard his father's call, he subconsciously responded.

"come here."

Wei Mingyan watched his son come over obediently and said quietly, "Give me your hand."

The confused young man handed over his hand and asked:

"Why are you holding your hand...hiss!! Dad, what are you doing!"

Wei Jin's whole body trembled with pain, and he subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, but he was so strong that he couldn't pull his hand away from his seemingly weak father.

Wei Mingyan withdrew the needle that was stuck on his son's index finger. Without any pity for his own son's screams, he forced a drop of blood out of him and dripped it on the Bagua Mirror before letting go of him.

"Dad, what are you doing!"

Wei Jin covered his finger. It was a small wound, but if he didn't frown normally, it was so painful that he grinned, "Hey, it hurts!"

"Bear it."

Wei Mingyan's expression didn't move at all. He didn't frown at all and he poked it with his index finger. The blood also dripped on the Bagua mirror. Almost immediately, this drop of blood and Wei Jin's blood on it just now trembled slightly. As if being swallowed by this mirror, it disappeared without a trace.

Wei Jin's face twisted in pain. Before he could recover, he saw such a scene. His eyes widened suddenly and he took a deep breath.

"Dad...Dad...this mirror..."

"Hang this Bagua Mirror on your wife. Don't take it off for the next few days. It can help her ward off a disaster."

Wei Mingyan took out his sleeves again, took out a red string, tied a knot on the Bagua Mirror, and threw it on his son.

Wei Jin caught it in a hurry, looked up and down, left and right, and stammered, "Dad, you didn't use props to coax me..."

"The blood, why is there no blood?"

The man who was wearing a Taoist robe and sitting upright glanced over. Wei Jin was sure that he had seen it right. It was a look of contempt.

His father indeed despised him as always.

But this time, his biological father did not look at him with an expression that said, "You, a mortal, are not worthy of my explanation." Instead, he explained impatiently, as if he was talking to a fool, "Didn't you see? Being gossiped about. The mirror absorbed it.”

"My blood is in it, which can drive away bad luck. If you don't want to become a widower, just give it to your wife."

Wei Jin's brain was still thinking, "Well, what about my blood? Is it also used to expel that kind of anger?"

"Oh, no."

Wei Mingyan waved his sleeves and stood up slowly, "You are covered in turbid aura, and your blood is of no use at all."

Looking at his young-looking father, Wei Jin held the Bagua Mirror with a confused look on his face, "Then why do you still need my blood?"

"I just feel like I can't hurt alone."

"I am saving your wife, not mine."

The man wearing a Taoist robe and full of fairy spirit said confidently and looked at the operating room, "Okay, your wife is out."

"Remember to hang the Bagua mirror for her, if you don't want to become a widower."

"I'm leaving. Your daughter's name is Wei Qiqi, which is seven from one, two, three, four, five, six, seven."

"Eh? Dad? Dad??"

"Isn't the name Dad a bit careless, Dad?"

Wei Jin looked at the closed door of the operating room, and then at his father, who had long sleeves and fluttering sleeves. His steps were clearly unhurried and slow, but he quickly disappeared around the corner of the corridor. He lowered his head and looked at the Bagua Mirror in his hand with a confused look on his face.

It was clean and there was no trace of blood on it.

The operating door opened and Qian Miao was pushed out. Wei Jin rushed to greet him, looking at his wife's pale face, full of exhaustion, but she was still trying to find something.

"Where's Dad?"

"Dad, he..."

"Congratulations, you are a cute little girl. Although she was born prematurely, she is very healthy."

"I was born on the 25th day of the eighth lunar month in the year 2140 of China, the 15th day of the seventh lunar month in the lunar calendar, and at 11:15 in the evening."

Qian Miao's breathing quickened and she thought of what her father-in-law said to her again.

This, how is this possible?

Not even a second wrong.

Wei Jin looked at his daughter, then at his wife, then at the pouring rain outside, and quickly hung the Bagua mirror around his wife's neck.

"What is this?" Qian Miao looked at the mirror in confusion, her face pale with exhaustion.

"Dad gave it to me. It said it could ward off disasters." Wei Jin stuttered and said something he would never say before.

"I just saw this mirror with my own eyes..."

"Stop talking now, let's go back to the ward." Even though Qian Miao stopped her husband's remaining words, she was still in confusion.

***

"Dad said that it would rain heavily when my daughter was born. He also said that she was born on the Ghost Festival and would be weak. Also, we are incompatible with each other. If we give birth to a daughter now, there will be a bloody disaster. We need this Bagua Mirror to stop the disaster... "

When they were the only ones left in the ward, Wei Jin quickly told everything about what had just happened. Qian Miao felt weak all over, and her daughter was lying next to her. She was very tired, but she still held on and asked, "I have a Bagua mirror to block it. What about you? Did dad give you anything to ward off disaster?"

"No, he just said his daughter's name is Wei Qiqi, which is seven from one, two, three, four, five, six, seven."

This name...

Although Qian Miao now completely trusts her father-in-law, she really doubts that he chose this name casually.

"Miaomiao, I really think about this. Why is dad so powerful all of a sudden..."

Qian Miao also felt strange, but this time, the father-in-law was indeed right.

"Don't think about it. You are my father's son. He can't harm you."

She struggled to move her hands to touch her daughter. Wei Jin looked at it and quickly hugged the baby girl forward, allowing his wife to touch the child's soft and still red face.

Qian Miao felt her daughter's warmth, her eyes full of love and satisfaction, "No matter what, just hope the child is fine."

"Qiqi, mom's good Qiqi..."

***

The heavy rain kept falling, and all the pedestrians were walking in a hurry on the road. There was only one man wearing a monk's robe, holding a black umbrella, and walking forward slowly. Strangely enough, there were a lot of water stains on the ground, but his The pair of black shoes were not wet at all.

After walking for who knows how long, Wei Mingyan stopped in front of a low bungalow, raised his slender fingers, and knocked on the door.

"Coming, coming..." the old man's voice sounded.

After a while, the door opened, and an old lady wearing cheap clothes stood in the room. After seeing the face of the person in front of her clearly, her face showed surprise.

"Master Wei, why are you here?"

"Grandma Zhao." The handsome man put away his black umbrella and smiled at the old man.

"You don't have to drink the talisman water I gave you."

The old lady's expression changed, and she asked in panic, "Yes, is there something I did wrong? Didn't you say that I only need to drink for forty-nine days? I am only nine days old now, am I not enough?" Sincerely? I will drink for nine more days, just drink for nine more days..."

"My old man feels very uncomfortable every day. I want to cure him. Master Wei, please help me. If there is not enough Fu Shui, I will drink two or three bowls a day!"

Wei Mingyan turned his head and looked at the transparent old man who was standing next to the old lady with a worried expression and wanted to reach out his hand to wipe her tears. He smiled slightly and said, "No, there is another solution."

The author has something to say: Red envelopes will be distributed to the first ten little angels, okay!