Under the control of Lü Gong, the mountain god of Yunyan Mountain crossed the river with difficulty and landed on a high platform.

He was dressed in rags, and he was honestly afraid, which formed a huge contrast with all the people who came to power before.

Looking at this mountain god who was about to die, the six chiefs on the high platform did not react much, and the three people in the middle all frowned. In particular, the plague aura on the mountain god's body made them feel a little uncomfortable.

Below, boos erupted on the Blue Sky Pier.

"What is this?"

"Go down, don't waste time."

"Where did the beggars come from......"

In the eyes of ordinary people, this old man like an old stake is even more unpleasant.

The old man trembled, without any ambition, and suddenly knelt down with a thud amid the boos in the sky.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please call the shots for the little gods." The old man took out a piece of rice paper from his bosom and held it above his head.

On the high platform, the officials of the six ministries thought that they were here to avenge their grievances, and their faces changed slightly. Zhou Liang made a look, and the supporter next to him suddenly walked over, ready to drive the mountain god down.

The purple-robed old man suddenly waved his hand, and the rice paper flew up from the mountain god's hand and fell into his hand.

The host subconsciously stopped and looked at the principal of Si Tianjian in embarrassment.

The purple-robed old man glanced at the words on the rice paper, and suddenly burst out laughing. "Hahaha, interesting, this mountain god is interesting."

The content on the rice paper is divided into three parts, and the beginning is densely filled with the experiences of Yunyan Mountain in the past two years, especially the problems faced by the victims, as well as the reality that his own godhead is about to be shattered, but there is no complaint on it.

In the middle, how to isolate ordinary victims and infected victims and treat them with medicine.

In the end, it was a simple sentence: "The little god does not ask for favor, but asks for a heavy rain in exchange for the attention of the people of the whole city to the disaster of Yunyan Mountain." ”

"My lords, what do you think?" The purple-robed old man let go of his hand, and the rice paper had already flown out and landed on Zhou Liang's hand next to him.

Zhou Liang had a gloomy face, glanced at it, and said, "What the facts are, it remains to be investigated." ”

"Investigation?" The purple-robed old man looked at him with a sneer.

Zhou Liang took a deep breath, but still mustered up his courage and said, "This is not under the jurisdiction of Si Tianjian. ”

"Then let the other adults take a look." The purple robe said lightly.

The rice paper was circulated, and soon all the chief officers of the six departments read it, and all of them did not look good.

The people of the city below had no idea what was going on, and they were waiting one by one.

The mountain god of Yunyan Mountain has been kneeling like this, bowing his head and not saying a word.

"Isn't there anything you want to say?" The purple-robed old man asked with a smile.

The six chiefs are all you look at me, I look at you, and they are speechless.

The purple-robed old man's face instantly became gloomy, and he strode up, and the rice paper was already back in his hand.

The next moment, he suddenly appeared beside the mountain god of Yunyan Mountain and reached out to help him up.

The mountain god trembled with shock, but found that the rice paper had returned to his hand.

"Mountain God, these adults behind me, no one wants to be the master for you."

The mountain god bowed his head, not knowing how to answer. This scene was unexpected by Lu Gong, and he didn't tell him how to deal with this situation.

Therefore, he also continued to be silent with a worried heart.

"Don't blame them. Now in this world, those who stand up for a little justice in their hearts are about to die. Since no one can help you, then you need to fight for it yourself, you know? The purple-robed old man's voice suddenly became soft.

Like a spring breeze, blowing people's hearts.

The mountain god subconsciously raised his head, not knowing what he meant by this.

"Use all your strength to speak aloud to all the people of the city." He reached out and patted the mountain god on the shoulder and smiled, "Don't worry, I will help you convey it." ”

I don't know why, with this beat, the mountain god's body suddenly stopped trembling.

He unfolded the rice paper in his hand, turned his head to the people of the city below, word by word!

In his mind, the grievances of more than two years rushed up, and his voice began to become full of sadness.

The mountain god's voice was not loud, but the purple-robed old man's hand was pressed on his shoulder, and every subtle tone of his voice reached the ears of the millions of people below without reservation.

Below, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd, especially when he heard that "For more than two years, the little god has witnessed hundreds of thousands of living beings withering in front of my eyes, but he can only blame himself for being shallow and powerless", there were already many people below who secretly wiped their tears.

And when he said: "This human tragedy is being staged all the time in Yunyan Mountain, and their festering bodies are filled with a stench, which is a whipping of the only conscience left in my heart", the crowd was already silent.

"The little god does not ask for favors, but asks for a heavy rain in exchange for the attention of the people of the whole city to the disaster of Yunyan Mountain."

The sound fell, and only the whirring wind remained in the sky above the entire Yuhe.

The disaster of Yunyan Mountain is not only a natural disaster, but also a man-made disaster. Sending the victims there exacerbated their deaths.

After reading the rice paper, the mountain god of Yunyan Mountain had already cried silently, and the sound of sobbing clearly reached the ears of every Kyoto people.

"That's it! I'll leave it to you! The purple-robed old man was also in a heavy mood and patted him on the shoulder.

The mountain god suddenly came back to his senses, almost used all his strength, and roared loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen. Today, if the little god can move the sky with emotion and ask for Ganlin, I hope that everyone will lend a hand to save thousands of living beings in my Yunyan Mountain. ”

Cao Zijing watched this scene quietly, feeling that Lu Gong next to him also trembled slightly, knowing his agitated mood at this time.

Lu Gong didn't expect that things would go more smoothly than he expected. Seeing that on the high platform, as he had taught, the mountain god knelt down again, his hands stretched out to the sky, and his heart moved, driving the drop of water in the dark space.

"Boom ......"

Before the dark clouds arrived, the thunderbolt came first on a sunny day, followed by the sound of the wind, and the whole royal river was turbulent, and the river rolled up and slapped the embankment.

Faced with the apocalyptic scene, not a single one of the millions of people retreated, and everyone looked up at this sudden vision of heaven and earth.

"Is there really going to be a heavy rain?"

"Did the mountain god really move the heavens with his sincerity?"

Countless people muttered.

On the high platform, the purple-robed old man frowned at this moment, and his hands clenched slightly.

The two principals of Si Tianjian, the corners of the prisoner's mouth were subconsciously hooked, and Zhou Liang next to him still had a black face and didn't say a word!

"It's raining!"

I don't know who shouted first, and then the sky was completely covered with thick clouds, and the pouring rain followed.

Millions of people looked up at the sky and let the rain lap on their faces.

It's been three years, and Kyoto has ushered in an unprecedented heavy rain, falling on everyone's hearts.