The wind was raging, blowing countless winds and sand, and fascinated the eyes of the people.

After a few moments, the wind suddenly stopped.

Hey?

The people looked up at the sky in unison.

Why did the wind stop?

Could it be that the rain failed?

Everyone's hearts were uneasy.

Pei Shu's hand lightly rested on the statue, and his expression was quiet.

He knew it was going to rain.

In the unbearable silence, a child's voice suddenly sounded: "It's raining!" ”

Brush!

Everyone looked at him.

The child pointed to his cheek and cried out happily: "There was a drop of rain just now, and it fell on my face...... Oops, another drop! ”

As soon as the child's cry fell, someone immediately felt the rain falling.

"It's really raining!"

"I saw it too!"

"It's raining!"

"Oh my God, it's raining!"

“……”

Joy spread rapidly among the people.

At first, it was just one or two raindrops, but soon the raindrops became dense, and in the blink of an eye, it became a torrential rain.

The people stood up one after another, with their faces up, standing in the rain, enjoying the feeling of being baptized by the rain.

With this rain, there is no need to worry about the next planting of seedlings.

This year, you can mix a full stomach again, so as not to eat grass root bark.

The people's belief in the god has reached an unprecedented height.

Pei Shu stood in front of the statue of the god, looking at the heavy rain outside and the people cheering wildly, but the joy in his heart did not increase much.

Because he knew in his heart that every drop of rain outside was the consumption of Ling'er's divine power.

With such a large area and continuous heavy rainfall, even Qin Jingrong, the former city god god, was very difficult.

After the last rain, Qin Jingrong was also extremely weak, so he would be exploited by Suixia.

This is the first time that Ruan Ling has undergone such a test after becoming a city god god.

Pei Shu was extremely worried.

He held down the idol's hand and slowly tightened it.

The rain lasted for a long time.

According to the original plan, the rain would last more than half an hour.

At the very least, the water in the river must be filled to the full, so that it can be used for planting seedlings.

Pei Shu raised his head and saw Suixia, Zhiman, and Chun'er, all of them quietly guarding around the statue.

Can the master's divine power withstand such a drain?

They all looked solemn.

Little by little, time passed.

Half an hour later, the rain gradually lightened.

The people were satisfied, kowtowed a few more times to the idol, and then dispersed, taking advantage of the rain to go home and prepare to plant rice.

Pei Shu looked at the idol.

Ruan Ling's face was pale and trembling slightly.

The heavy rain that lasted for half an hour had far exceeded her ability to bear the divine power.

She had to go into retreat immediately.

When she was in retreat, she couldn't perceive anything outside the world.

Only breathing is left to maintain the body's consumption.

"Ling'er!" Pei Shu's heart tugged and he took a step forward, wanting to take Ruan Ling out of the statue.

"Lord Zhixian." Sui Xia immediately stopped him, "Please calm down." The owner must not be disturbed in any way now, or she will be consumed by spells. That's trouble. ”

Pei Shu stopped, not daring to move again.

He ordered the officials to fence off the temple and not allow any idlers to enter or leave.

Although he knew that this could not stop those immortals and ghosts, at least it could stop ordinary people.

"Master Pei, rest assured, as long as you survive this half an hour and the master's situation eases up, you don't have to worry." Seeing that he looked worried, Zhiman couldn't bear it, so he explained it to him softly.