The morning breeze blows, and the green leaves above Gujing Village are like waves, making a rustling sound, accompanied by the crisp birdsong, which makes the years more and more quiet.

Zhao Wuye squinted his eyes, thinking of the many changes in Gujing Village for a while, and thinking of the dream that was in the purpose of last night, he couldn't help but be a little crazy, it seemed to be real and illusory, and it was also illusory, and the whole life was like a big dream. Thinking of the aggressiveness of Deputy County Magistrate Wang and Chairman Liu, Zhao Wuye sighed, I hope that the village can always be so peaceful and there will be no more right and wrong.

In a trance, a rush of footsteps came, waking up Zhao Wuye, who was in a lot of thoughts. Zhao Wuye gathered his eyes and looked up, but it was the fat aunt at the foot of the mountain in the east of the village, looking in a hurry.

Zhao Wuye couldn't help but ask curiously, "Fat girl, what's wrong with you, leaving in such a hurry?" (Fat girl, the nickname of the fat aunt when she was not out of the cabinet)

"Ah, it's the fifth master." The fat aunt was hurrying with all her heart, and suddenly heard someone calling herself, and turned her head to look, but it was Zhao Wuye who was standing in front of his house with a crutch, looking at him with a smile.

"I just saw Lao Li's daughter-in-law 'Ah Cui' (Ah Cui, that is, Aunt Cui, the daughter-in-law of the village chief Li), and she told me that Lao Li received a call from the town early in the morning, and now she is rushing to the town. No, as soon as I heard about it, I rushed back, and the ward was in charge, and everyone had to know what was wrong with such a big matter. ”

When Zhao Wuye heard the fat aunt's words, he couldn't help but be surprised, how could this be? Could it be that what I saw in my dream last night was true? The old man's heart, which had just settled down a little, was completely disturbed by the fat aunt's words. For a while, the five tastes in my heart were mixed, and reality and dream were in a trance, slowly blurring the boundaries between each other

By the time Zhao Wuye came back to his senses from his chaotic thoughts, the fat aunt had already hurried away, only to see a vague figure from a distance, slowly disappearing into the dense green shade.

Zhao Wuye was a little flustered in his heart, and hurriedly called his son, who was busy in the courtyard, helped himself, and hurried towards the Dragon King Temple.

By the time Zhao Wuye arrived, many villagers had already gathered here. The square in front of the temple, which was not large, was black at this time. Men, women, and children, each divided into different small circles, and there was a lot of discussion, and there was a panic and uneasiness in the air.

Zhao Wuye heard the loud voice of the old man Wang Sanpao from a distance, and followed the prestige, sure enough, this old man was getting together with a group of old men, and he didn't know what he was arguing about.

Zhao Wuye hurriedly stepped forward, and as soon as several old people met, they couldn't help but smile bitterly when they looked at each other. After a few simple exchanges, Zhao Wuye completely understood the whole thing. It turned out that not only himself, but the whole village had this roughly the same dream last night. If it was really the Dragon King's manifestation, Zhao Wuye whispered.

Now, Village Chief Li has gone to the town, and the people in the village are unstable, and everyone is worried about the fate of Gujing Village in the future.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuye felt that it was not a way to go to the main hall to kowtow to the Dragon King, which could be regarded as comforting.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wuye called the old man Wang Sanpao and others to the front, and the old men had been friends for many years, and they had a common heart with each other, and they immediately hit it off.

So the villagers in the square in front of the temple quickly quieted down under the organization of Zhao Wuye, Wang Sanpao and others. The area of the Dragon King Temple is not large, so naturally it cannot accommodate so many people to enter at the same time. The young ones waited outside the main hall, and those who were older entered the main hall with Zhao Wuye and others.

The main hall of the Dragon King Temple in the shade of green is a little dim, a few rays of light pass through the dense branches and leaves, through the window, shining in, forming a little fragmented light and shadow in the hall, trance and blur.

Zhao Wuye took out three sticks of incense from the incense table and lit them, and respectfully inserted them into the incense burner in front of the statue of Longjun. Then he knelt down on the futon and bowed reverently a few times.

The curling green smoke slowly dispersed in the dim and solemn hall, the face was handsome, the hands were sealed, and the statue of the dragon monarch who sat on the lotus platform was more and more sacred and majestic in the fluttering smoke.

Zhao Wuye knelt down in front of the statue, silently reciting the prayer in his heart, and gradually, his troubled heart slowly calmed down, except for the solemn idol in front of him, there was nothing else.

"Look, look." Suddenly, there were several exclamations from behind. Immediately afterwards, there was a faint commotion in the crowd outside. Wake up Zhao Wuye, who was immersed in pious prayer.

Zhao Wuye scolded secretly in his heart, these people really don't know what's going on, what kind of occasion is this, they are so loud and angry, how is it good.

Turning his head and staring intently at the commotion. But when they saw the people kneeling or standing behind them looking at the statue in front of them, they all looked surprised, and some even opened their mouths wide, looking demented.

Zhao Wuye hurriedly turned his head, only to see that the statue of the Dragon Monarch on the lotus platform emitted a glowing white light. The whole idol seemed to come to life. There seemed to be a faint sound of water waves coming from the void, accompanied by bursts of dragon groans, echoing in the hall.

Suddenly, the white light disappeared, and the sound of water and the dragon's chant gradually faded away. It's as if everything that happened just now was a dream.

In the entire temple, there was silence, and the needles could be heard. Everyone was stunned by the scene just now, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time. No matter how miraculous the dream is, no matter how accurate the prediction is, it is not as shocking as a glimpse in reality.

Whether it is inside the hall or outside the hall, there is a pious belief in everyone's heart, and this belief turns into a mass of invisible white light points that slowly float towards the statue of Longjun, and the entire statue becomes more and more lifelike after the power of this incense faith is injected.

Everyone's hearts seemed to be blown by the spring breeze, and the original worries, anxiety, restlessness, and restlessness about the future of Gujing Village disappeared without a trace after hearing the roar of the sea dragon in the main hall, and became peaceful and quiet, and no longer suffered from gains and losses because of this matter.

At the foot of the mountain, in a small courtyard surrounded by green shade and flowers, Mo Fei was talking about Gujing Village with Dong Xing and the others, and several young people were very enthusiastic, and they all said that if there was a place to use, Mo Fei would open his mouth.

Although everyone has not known each other for a long time, the depth of friendship is often not measured by the length of time. Sometimes, it may be a few words of communication that can establish a tacit understanding of the heart, and the fate that people only see is so wonderful.

Huh, the power of incense? Mo Fei, who was talking, was slightly stunned, and a faint mental power was transmitted into Mo Fei's soul in a very mysterious form in the void, slowly floating in the sea of knowledge.