At midnight, Zhang Daoran withdrew all the formations and said to Bai Yiyuan on the side: "Enter the cultivation..."

Three miles away is the river, in order to hone Bai Yiyuan, Zhang Daoran did not use his supernatural powers, and drilled a well here. However, counting on Bai Yiyuan to carry water and water the flowers and trees in the Taoist temple is not working.

Bai Yiyuan picks up a little water every day, eats and drinks enough, waters flowers and trees, and then opens up a small vegetable garden, which is obviously not enough.

"Squeak..."

Bai Yiyuan had already sat down cross-legged, and when he heard Zhang Daoran's command, he was a little resistant.

Being able to get close to nature in the yard, while in the room, around the walls, always feels a little more constrained.

"If you want to cultivate in the courtyard, just cultivate in the courtyard, it's going to rain soon..."

Zhang Daoran turned around and entered his room, no longer caring about Bai Yiyuan.

At this time, the sky is full of stars, where will it rain?

After all, Bai Yiyuan had just been psychic, and his spiritual wisdom was no more than that of a five- or six-year-old child, he sat in the courtyard a little stubbornly, withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes and was about to cultivate.

"Whoa..."

Before he started cultivating, he felt a cool breeze.

"Click..."

A thunderclap that ran through the sky, accompanied by a thunderbolt, sounded in mid-air.

"Squeak..."

Bai Yiyuan instinctively felt a little scared, covered his ears and ran into his room, hiding behind the door, looking outside. I saw that the sky that was originally full of stars, I don't know when, it was already cloudy.

The sky was so dark that I could barely see my fingers.

There was lightning and thunder in the air, and Bai Yiyuan quickly closed the door, but he was very curious. Although he didn't understand the formation, Zhang Daoran laid out the formation before, and the four seasons in the Taoist temple were like spring, and there was a breeze blowing.

Outside the formation, the wind does not enter, the dust does not stain, and the natural rain does not fall...

It's like a small world, isolated from the world.

It's inexplicable, the rain starts to fall...

"Whoa..."

The heavy rain poured down, instantly moistening the earth and moistening the flowers and trees.

"It's so dry here, counting on a source, I don't know when these flowers and trees will be watered. ”

Therefore, Zhang Daoran knew that it would rain at midnight, so he withdrew the formation.

The heavy rain is hundreds of miles in radius, and this time the villagers don't need to ask for rain...

Zhang Daoran sat cross-legged in the room, practicing every night for many years, which was a compulsory course. In the realm of Zhang Daoran, the slightest improvement in strength is a great breakthrough.

The Tao needs to be slowly polished, and the mana in the body needs to be slowly purified. The realm needs to be constantly stabilized, and continuous progress is made in stability. And cultivating every day, comprehending the laws of heaven and earth, and peeking into the way of heaven, so that the accumulation of time can accumulate a lot and gather into a river...

......

"It's almost midnight..."

At this time, in Zhang Zhuang, Zhang Wenhua's house, the three young people were also in Zhang Wenhua's house.

At this time, the sky is full of stars, and it is a clear weather with no clouds and the stars are turning.

Zhang Wenhua looked up at the sky, and finally said gloomily: "Sure enough, there are still too few offerings, that Dao Xuan Zhenren refuses to rain for us..."

Zhang Wenhua felt a little bitter in his heart, their family, the entire village, a radius of hundreds of miles and nearly thousands of miles, had not rained for a long time. Before the summer harvest, there has been no rain for more than a month, and now the most suitable season for summer planting has passed, and seeing the great drought in the world, even if the grain seeds are planted, the lack of water will not take root and sprout.

"If you delay any longer, you will really not have anything to eat or drink..."

The government taxes are very heavy, almost planting two seasons of grain, and half of the harvest in one season belongs to them...

They depend on the sky for food, and if it doesn't rain, they can only wait...

I wanted to ask for rain from the cultivators, but in each of their villages, they offered a lot of offerings, and in the end, the disciples of the Qingyang Sect Immortal Sect in Qingyang Town failed to ask for rain...

"It must be disgusted that there are too few offerings... It's just that our village, which is the most wealth that can be collected, has almost been hollowed out... I want more, it's really gone..."

Zhang Wenhua sighed dejectedly, but there was nothing he could do.

"Sixth Master..."

A young man standing in the courtyard suddenly said, "The wind is blowing... This wind, judged well, is so cool, it is a prelude to rain..."

The climate of heaven and earth is unpredictable, but in summer, before rain, especially before heavy rain, it is always accompanied by a cool wind.

"Gathering clouds... Sixth Master, gather clouds..."

"Click..."

Suddenly, two bolts of lightning pierced the sky, almost connecting heaven and earth, with no end in sight.

"It's thunder!"

The young man was dancing, yelling excitedly, and he was not afraid to wake up other people's houses.

"It's raining... It's really raining!"

"It's raining!"

Zhang Wenhua also rushed into the courtyard, shouted excitedly, knelt on the ground and kowtowed in the direction of Sanqingguan: "Real person!"

It's really raining!

Zhang Daoran's language is really accurate!

As a cultivator who predicted the arrival of heavy rain, Zhang Daoran could have taken this opportunity to take away their money and beg for rain in a pretending manner...

When the time comes, the villagers will not only know nothing, but they will also be amazed that his prayer for rain is effective...

But Zhang Daoran, who didn't take a penny at the beginning, didn't hide the news that it would rain at midnight...

"Gao Feng Liang Festival, this is [Jiujiu fo] is a real cultivator!"

Zhang Wenhua shouted, and it was finally difficult to keep quiet in the village, and many people got up one after another...

......

In Sun Zhuang, Sun Kezhen's house.

Unlike Zhang Wenhua's family, who is accompanied by young people, Sun Kezhen's family is the only one in his family.

Looking at the hourglass in the house, Sun Kezhen sighed: "I used to think that you were really a fairy like the Qingsong Dao Chief, who was high-spirited and bright, and did not eat the fireworks of the world... Now it seems that there are still too few offerings..."

Sun Kezhen was a little worried, he was not the village head, and there were many things, so he naturally couldn't make a choice.

Now that the village is almost impoverished, and it is impossible to get a copper plate, how can we increase the offerings?

"Huh... It's so cool!"

At the moment when the hourglass was completely drained, Sun Ke really felt a cool breeze blowing on his face. In the scorching summer, this cool breeze can definitely cool down for the villagers.

"Gathering clouds?"

Originally, the sky was full of stars, but now there is not a single star to be seen.

The whole sky, as if it had lost its light, could not be seen in the five fingers.

"Click..."

In an instant, when the first thunder sounded in the sky, the thunder and lightning flashed, lighting up the sky.

"Whoa..."

The rain poured down, and in an instant, the yard was filled with water.

"It really worked!"

Sun Kezhen's face was full of shock and excitement, and he ran around in the rain, venting his depression caused by the drought these times.

"You must bring incense to worship, go to Sanqingguan, we all misunderstood the Taoist real person!"

Sun Kezhen's face was full of shame: "We are all in the heart of a villain, and we have spent the belly of a gentleman... What a moral true cultivator of Dao Xuan Zhenren, saying that there is rain, there is really rain, and he didn't leave half a penny!"

......

The rain poured down, waking up the villagers from their sleep.

In each village, the night was lively in an instant.

No rain for a long time. At this moment, the rain is pouring down, and they really want to sing and dance...

......

The heavy rain kept falling, and it was only when I knew that it was getting dark, and the heavy rain slowly stopped.

The villagers didn't sleep all night, and walked out of the courtyard gate one by one to congratulate each other.

Heavy rain from the sky, for them, is infinite vitality, is endless wealth... Feeding from heaven is a gift!