When people reach this point, they are completely frightened, and they don't know how they can endure this day. It was only at this time that the old men and old ladies suddenly woke up, did the world do something hurtful to heaven and reason, and God sent down this disaster as punishment. Once you have such an idea, the delusion hidden in your heart is ready to move. They no longer cared about other people's gossip, and immediately took action, bought burning paper, brought incense and candles, and went straight to the site of the land temple that had long been abandoned into a barren hill and flat land. Babbling and muttering to himself, praying that God would have mercy on the suffering of the people in the world, and that it would rain soon.

It is said that an old lady in a village in Beishan, who was faltering and haggard with her teeth falling out, ruthlessly killed the old hen who was laying eggs and offered it to the former site of the Land Temple. She lit incense, burned paper, kowtowed, and knelt down for a whole day, babbling incessantly. In the end, he was in a hurry, and he was in a trance, and he followed the devil. Until her family dragged her up from the ground and carried her home. Along the way, the old lady was still squirming with her mouth full of white foam, and muttered slightly mechanically, God, hurry up and make it rain, there are still many good people in the world, like those who engage in family planning.

Of course, people do not dare to talk about such words that openly oppose the major policies of the state and tarnish the image of government functionaries. However, when people are so anxious that they are almost desperate, no matter how ugly they say or how they behave, they can't take it seriously.

How could Secretary Hu and Yang Xiande in the town take care of such trivial matters. They saw that Tian'er was overwhelmed by the search for water, and their souls were not possessed. They all turned a blind eye to how people engaged in feudal superstitions and asked God and ghosts, pretending not to know, not seeing, and letting people mess around. This tacit attitude has become more and more conniving at people's worship of gods and ghosts. As a result, the phenomenon of praying to the sky and praying for rain in various places has become more and more intense, and it has become a trend.

At this time, those desperate villagers suddenly remembered that the immortal temple deep in the hinterland of the mountain, and the goddess Jin Lianlai, who could know three hundred years in advance and five hundred years later. Once this thought is born, it is like a spark on fire. The thoughts and actions of praying to the gods to worship the temple were out of control. On the broad road leading to Xinghua Village, crowds of people who worship God and pray for rain are swarming day by day.

Xinghua Village once again re-emerged in the hearts of the people outside the mountains with its amazing frame and status. It is like a giant hand that can free the drought and save the people from fire and water, waving slowly, calling those whose hearts are thirsty because of the thirst of the land.

Since the completion of the fairy temple last year, after a period of noisy and noisy, it has slowly fallen silent.

The reason for the silence is nothing more than that people still don't have headaches and foot diseases and other things that have to ask the gods to worship immortals. The utilitarianism and purpose of the people outside the mountains are even greater than those of the people in the mountains. As a result, except for a few people who occasionally traveled long distances to Jinlian's house in the west of the village to solve their doubts and doubts due to their intractable heart disease or who were particularly devout to God, not many people easily knocked on the closed temple door and burned incense to make offerings. Zhenshu also reluctantly tied the key to the temple door tightly to his trouser waistline, and wandered back and forth between the temple and his courtyard in frustration all day with the sound of the keys colliding with each other. [End of Chapter]