On this night, the rain in Qingshan Village was still very heavy, and the black and oppressive clouds flashed and thundered from time to time, splitting out terrifying thunder and lightning as hideous as a python, illuminating the entire Qingshan Village, making people's scalps numb and panicked.

"It's been raining for a hundred years, and this year's harvest is over. ”

The old village chief shrank at home and said with a sad brow, and his heart was dripping blood at the thought of the grain that had not yet been harvested. This year is a bumper harvest, but this rain will turn into a waterlogged harvest, and half a year's hard work will be in vain.

"Dad, don't worry, it won't rain for a few days, and it's likely to stop tomorrow. At this time, the son of the old village chief, who is now the village chief of Qingshan Village, comforted him.

To be honest, it is raining so heavily now, and he, as the head of Qingshan Village, is also very worried. If it continues for a few more days, the harvest in Qingshan Village will be considered over......

"Yes, your seventh uncle said that the rain will stop tomorrow. ”

The old village chief said suddenly, and suddenly looked forward to it, hoping that the rain would really stop tomorrow, so that the rice that had been pressed down in the field could still be harvested. And the seven uncles in his mouth refer to the seven dukes, although they have different surnames, they are all people from the same village, and they are generally called uncles or something.

The son of the old village chief is a middle-aged man in his early forties, and his figure is also relatively burly like the old village chief, with a typical Chinese character face, and slightly dark skin. But, Dad, do you believe it?"

The meaning of his question is obvious, because Qigong is involved in the land god.

"Hmph, believe, what is not believed. The old village chief said.

"But the weather forecast says that it will still rain heavily in the next few days, and the county has issued a document asking all villages and townships to do a good job of flood control...... "In fact, the village chief does not believe in the existence of the land god, although there have been a lot of things about the land god during this time, but this matter is too mysterious."

"When the wind and rain come, the ghosts and gods give birth to ......"

The old village chief suddenly read Feng Qingyan's words, because of the Seven Princes, this sentence also spread throughout Qingshan Village.

At this time, the village chief's brows furrowed, he couldn't understand how even that kid from Qingyan believed in these ghosts, ghosts, and gods, and said after a while: "Dad, you still don't get too close to the seventh uncle, the third uncle, and a few of them, they have completely fallen into the devil, how can there be any ghosts, ghosts, gods and gods in this world." Now when I go to town, I'm told jokes......"

"Hehe, no?" the old village chief asked rhetorically.

"Of course not. Dad, you are also a person who has been the village chief, why are you superstitious now that you are old, didn't you believe it before?" the village chief said with some complaints, now that the news of Qingshan Village has spread to the town, many people are asking him, looking like they are watching the excitement.

"Then what's the matter with Aunt Chen? That jade leaf is what everyone saw with their own eyes, so is there a fake? You still don't believe it, ask your daughter. The old village chief said with some displeasure, and couldn't help glaring at his son, and then walked away sullenly.

Those who don't believe in it can naturally find all kinds of reasons for not believing it, and the village chief who doesn't believe in these ghosts, ghosts, gods and gods can naturally find reasons for his disbelief.

On this night, many villagers were awakened by the heavy rain and thunder.

In the large courtyard at the end of the village, Feng Qingyan stood quietly in front of the window, slightly raising his head to look at the dark night sky, he now had a very peculiar feeling.

It seems that he is going to integrate into the entire Qingshan Village......

"The storm is coming, and the ghosts and gods will give birth to ......"

He read the sentence quietly, and it came to his mind very naturally when the storm came. His previous feeling was not wrong, the rebuilding of the Land Temple was an opportunity, an opportunity to make him truly the land god of Qingshan Village.

"Are you coming?"

Looking at the night sky covered with dark clouds and lightning and thunder, a faint smile appeared on Feng Qingyan's face, "I have already prepared, for the god of the land, bless the peace of the water and soil......

The night passed in the blink of an eye, but the rain was still falling.

Qigong, who had already gotten up early, looked at the rain that had not stopped, his brows couldn't help frowning, and his face looked a little sad. However, since it had been decided that the memorial service would be held today, no matter how heavy the rain was, he put on the brand-new tunic at this time.

A few days ago, he went to the county to cut a suit of tunics, so that he could wear it today.

This is the most formal and elaborate set of clothes in his life, even when he was young and married, he has never been so formal and elaborate.

So, after he put on this tunic, he looked in front of the mirror again and again.

His family couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when they saw him come out in this suit with his hands behind his back, and they felt that their father or father-in-law or grandfather had suddenly become serious and majestic, as if there was something more on them......

After a while, the son of the seventh prince glanced outside and said, "Dad, it's still raining heavily, I'm afraid it won't be held today, right?"

Qigong stood quietly at the door, still with his hands behind his back, and when he stood like this, the whole family stopped him.

"Grandpa, you wear this dress well, it's quite tasteful. ”

Qigong's grandson is in his twenties, has also married a family, and has given birth to a baby son. He felt that his grandfather was quite interesting in this dress, and the smell came out all of a sudden, a little like the old man in the movie.

Qigong stood like this for a while, and then stepped towards the door.

"Dad, it's still raining heavily, what are you anxious about?"

Qigong's son is already in his fifties, and at this time he also complained a little and shouted, although he didn't object to what his father did, he didn't want him to be so fascinated. Now I soak in the land temple all day long and don't speak, and even what I say can be related to the land god......

"Grandpa, wait a minute, it's raining so hard now, you have to at least hold an umbrella......"

Qigong's grandson chased him out with an umbrella and shouted, but when he walked in the door, he suddenly found that the rain had stopped, and he was stunned and said, "Dad, the rain has stopped......"

"The rain has stopped?"

The son of the seventh prince was also stunned for a moment, it was obviously heavy rain just now, why did it stop in the blink of an eye?

It's strange that the rain has stopped.

That's a good thing, though.

The rain stopped.

It rained heavily for two or three days, and finally stopped.

At the old village chief's house, the village chief looked at the rain that stopped very abruptly, and couldn't help but be stunned and said: "This rain has really stopped? It seems that it has just rained so much, how can you say that it will stop and stop so cleanly? This weather forecast is really messy......

"When the wind and rain come, the ghosts and gods give birth to ......"

The old village chief read this sentence and also walked out the door.

It's just that no one knows that the rain stopped because Qigong's feet stepped out, and when he stepped out of the house, it meant that the ghosts and gods would be born......

This wind and rain is just to wash the dust.

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