When the old man and the black-faced young man saw Qiao Heng, they were stunned.

Although they had heard the voice of the viewer before, it was so quiet and self-contained that it was really difficult to judge the age.

In the old man's original assumption, this viewer who had never met was at least past his age, but he didn't expect to find that the other party had just passed the weak crown at most.

This made him feel a little suspicious in his heart, but when he looked at the pair of eyes like ancient wells and deep pools, this doubt in his heart immediately disappeared. The eyes of a real young person should be reckless, like the rising sun, like green bamboo, no matter what, it should not be this kind of cold and alienated.

These eyes are too depressed.

The black-faced young man who had been following the old man thought much simpler, and as soon as he saw the appearance of this watchman, he knew that they must have been deceived by a pretending liar again this time.

After he affirmed his original idea, his nerves were not as tense as before. He wanted to see what this pretending creature could do.

When the old man heard the residents of the town call this Guan Master Gu Zhen Dao Chief, he said, "This is Gu Zhen Dao Chief?"

"Poor road exactly. Qiao Heng stretched out his hand and gestured, "Please sit down." ”

This Gu Zhen Daoist is like an ordinary person entertaining visiting guests, and invites the two of them to sit down.

He did not treat people with a cold face as the old man had expected, but was unusually polite and polite, neither arrogant nor arrogant and arrogant temper that he had seen before. As for the fact that he was almost driven down the mountain by the other party before, the old man had long forgotten about it.

The black-faced young man sneered in his heart, couldn't he be afraid of hearing the word "imperial order".

No matter when and where, Qiao Heng adheres to the principle of never falling behind when he treats people and picks up customers.

When he saw that the old man sat down, the black-faced young man who had come with the old man was still standing behind him, so he said, "The mountain road is difficult to walk, and this layman has come from afar, don't you sit down and rest for a while?"

The black-faced young man didn't speak, and he didn't respond.

The old man rebuked the young man in a low voice.

The black-faced young man said blankly, "Thank you, I don't have to sit." ”

Seeing him like this, Qiao Heng didn't say anything more.

The old man saw that this Gu Zhendao was full of etiquette, and his words and deeds were modest and polite, which made the original impassioned draft in the old man's stomach difficult to take out.

He exchanged a few words with Qiao Heng, but seeing that the other party was still not in the trap, he had to go straight to the point.

The extent of this drought can be called a rare occurrence in a century, and the disaster situation in Jiangsu and Zhejiang is particularly severe, with thousands of miles of red land and seedlings dying. The official family issued an order to reduce rents and release grain in various places, hating the corpses of local officials. Nowadays, the people are struggling to make a living, mourning is everywhere, selling children and girls is the norm, and there are even more 'cannibalism' happens. ”

The old man changed his previous tone of slow speech, he looked at Qiao Heng with burning eyes, and said bluntly: "Since the Taoist is talented, if he has the common people, why not pray to the sky for rain on behalf of the common people?"

"The old man really thinks highly of me. Qiao Heng's face showed a little wry smile, at this time he finally looked a little like a young man in his twenties, worried about the world, and worried about his own strength.

The old man's mind was a little relaxed, this Gu Zhen Dao Chief didn't seem to be as thoughtful as he thought in advance, which was a good thing.

He said, "But it doesn't hurt to try!"

The old man said, "Now that this people are hungry, what could be worse than now?"

There is an incense burner in the corner of the room, and white smoke curls up.

Nagu Zhendao lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

The old man did not urge.

If a person's gaze could turn into a sharp blade, the black-faced young man behind him would have already stabbed Qiao Heng through it.

After a while, Qiao Heng looked back at him and said, "Since the old man is sincerely invited, what reason do I have to refuse......?" Can you tell me your name?"

When the old man heard him answer, he had undisguised joy on his face. Then, he actually bowed deeply to Qiao Heng, and the black-faced young man behind him was startled by his actions.

The old man said: "Old man Gu Zhong, thank the aisle chief here." ”

Gu Zhong's name, no one in this dynasty knows. He and Liang Xiangguo fought against each other in the court, and the court was divided into two.

In this way, it is no wonder that this person's seal hall is full of purple gas, and there is a lot of official spirit in it.

This person is exactly the one who is facing the left.

......

After Qiao Heng promised Gu Zhong to pray for rain to the sky, his original intention was to act immediately, just as Gu Zhong said, but just give it a try, whether it succeeds or fails, if it succeeds, it will naturally be happy, and if it doesn't work, it can only let Gu Zhong invite another master, if you can't invite someone more "smart", you can only resign yourself to fate.

But he was hurriedly stopped by Gu Zhong, who said that this matter was not trivial, and he must prepare carefully. At that time, many officials such as local governors, general judges, and inspection envoys, as well as the old squires will participate in the rain prayer ceremony.

Set up incense cases, place good fruits, place square flags, insert soap flags, and build square altars......

These preparations are indispensable in Gu Zhong's eyes.

This back and forth will have to delay a lot of time. If it becomes cumbersome, I am afraid that it will take a month or two to prepare, and at that time, the people will probably starve to death.

Gu Zhong was also presiding over the rain prayer for the first time, and in order to ensure that the preparations were not on trip, he simply dragged Qiao Heng down the mountain.

Qiao Heng skillfully taught others how to arrange the rain altar, the five elements gossip, and the heavenly and earthly branches were at his fingertips.

Seeing that he was so familiar with these things, Gu Zhong couldn't help but ask, "Did the Dao Elder arrange the Prayer Altar before?"

Qiao Heng's eyes darkened, and he replied: "The prime minister is really joking, what am I doing when I have nothing to do to arrange the rain prayer altar?"

The black-faced young man who has been behind Gu Zhong is surnamed Xing, and he is known as the torture guard. When he heard this man's answer, he groaned in his heart, and he did not know how much money this man had defrauded from the people in the name of praying for rain.

After finishing his thoughts, he subconsciously glanced at Gu Zhendao Chief, but he never thought that this glance would make the two of them look at each other.

For some reason, a layer of cold sweat broke out on the back of the guard.

......

It hadn't rained for a long time, and the air was very hot and dry, and even with the windows open, there was not a single wind blowing into the house.

Qiao Heng held a book in his hand and sat at the desk by the window, he didn't light the lamp, just relying on this point, which was completely insufficient to illuminate the moonlight of the handwriting in the book, he read without hindrance in the night. He used another Taoist technique, which had no fixed name and had only one function - night vision.

He was dressed in a thin shirt with a blue silk draped behind him, tied up with a blue ribbon near the end of his tail.

After reading the book for a while, he seemed to realize something, rubbed the corner of his forehead, and then waved his hand, and the window suddenly closed.

He stood up, turned around again, and was not surprised to find that there was a woman in a green dress on his bed.

This girl is unusually familiar, it is none other than the snake demon who once robbed him of several children in a dilapidated Taoist temple.

The girl in green clothes chuckled, she said: "I heard that there is a Taoist priest who wants to pray for rain, who is I still saying, I didn't think it would be you!"

She sat on the edge of the bed and shook her legs, her two unshoed feet naked/exposed, "I thought that if I was a liar again, I would just eat him, but it turned out to be a real thing." ”

Qiao Heng glanced at her, then walked to the side of the wall in obliviance and untied the peachwood sword hanging on the wall. He pointed his sword at her, "You won't be allowed to play here, go." ”

The girl was not happy, "You Taoist priest is so unreasonable, as soon as you and I meet, you point your sword at me, where did I provoke you?"

Qiao Heng didn't want to say anything when he saw that she wasn't leaving, so he ignored her, brushed down his sleeves, turned around and put the sword aside and sat down again. With a flick of his hand on the table, a pile of blank sigils appeared on the table, and a brush stained with cinnabar suddenly appeared between his fingers, and his pen kept drawing one rune after another. These sigils are used to pray for rain in a few days.

The girl didn't care about him, but continued: "I don't think you are a serious Taoist priest, so how much benefit did Old Man Gu give you before you agreed to pray for him for rain?"

"Taoist priest, I heard that you all have a Taoist number, what is your Taoist number?"

She waited for a while, and just when the girl thought that this Taoist priest would not answer, Qiao Heng spoke: "Gu Zhen." ”

"It turned out to be the valley/road chief, and I looked up for a long time!"

Qiao Heng sighed and said slowly, "I'm not surnamed Gu." ”

"And what's your last name?"

Qiao Heng was so annoyed by her, thinking in his heart that when he prayed for rain in the coming day, if he was alone, the chance of failure was too great, and he just wanted to find a free laborer, so someone specially sent it to the door.

He put the brush on the table and said, "Let you go, you won't go." In that case, you don't need to go. On the coming day, either pray for rain with me, or let me sacrifice you to the sky, choose one of the two, please choose. ”