The entire Xiangshui River is filled with wisps of black dead air, simply put, this Xiangshui River has lost a lot of vitality, looking at this situation, I am afraid that in a few days, the water spirits in the entire Xiangshui River will be extinct.

Yang Chenyu, as the god of the Xiangshui River, was in charge of the clouds and rain within a hundred miles of the vicinity, but he had just entered the Shinto, and he had not understood the responsibilities of the river god for a while, so he spent his mind on collecting incense and money.

And a hundred miles of drought, the river is about to dry up, as the river god Yang Chenyu will naturally have some not very good feelings.

Thinking of this, Yang Chenyu couldn't help wiping a cold sweat, if he really waited until the river was completely dry, the water spirit was extinct, and there was a drought for hundreds of miles, it would be a dereliction of duty on his part as a river god.

Not to mention anything else, just from those ancient myths and legends, I know that the fate of the gods is dereliction of duty, if the heavenly court is still there, Yang Chenyu is afraid that he has been captured by the heavenly soldiers and generals at this time, and thrown to the dragon slaying platform, and the big dragon slaying guillotine is falling down, not to mention Yang Chenyu Such a small river god, even if it is a big god, a giant demon, and a dragon king, it is difficult to escape the luck of scattering.

Although the heavenly court is now dilapidated and unmanned, the way of heaven is incomplete, and it is estimated that there is no four-value gong cao to pay attention to himself, but the Taoist theory of the most important cause and effect, if it is really played at that time, not to mention anything else, the sky is full of life, and the resentment of the people is enough to cut off Yang Chen's divine edict to this river god.

At this moment, Yang Chenyu saw a group of villagers coming from the foot of the mountain, and walked to the foot of the mountain.

Yang Chenyu suddenly sensed, I was afraid that the solution to his disaster would be on this group of people, he smiled slightly, returned to the temple, and regardless of the group of people who went up the mountain, he sat in front of the main hall, closed his eyes and chanted.

When those pedestrians walked to the gate, Yang Chenyu saw a fairy wind and bones, and they couldn't help but believe a few more points in the rumors about the Qinglong Temple.

You must know that now the fame of Qinglongguan has gradually become louder, not to mention that the stomach cancer of the old man of the Wang family has been cured under several pairs of runes of Yang Daochang, which is a miracle that everyone can see.

Yan Huang people are good at rumors, believe rumors, even a locust tree can be regarded as a sacred tree to worship when it is struck by lightning, not to mention this kind of vivid rumors.

"You're the Green Dragon View Yang Dao Chief?"

The first one, who was quite old, looked at the young Dao Chang who was said to be a fairy wind bone, and couldn't help but hesitate for a moment before asking out loud.

This can't blame the old man for doubting Yang Chenyu's identity, after all, none of those rumors said his age, in the influence of the old man, Dafan is a Taoist who is a little Taoist, how can he be full of white hair, how can he be a young man who looks young?

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, poor Dao surnamed Yang, donor please come in, I don't know if you come to Benguan, but you want to pray for rain from God?"

Yang Chenyu did not slack off when he saw the person coming, got up from the futon, walked a few steps to the old man, smiled and asked softly.

Hearing what this Dao Chang said, those villagers were suddenly amazed, and sure enough, the rumors were true, and it was rumored that this Yang Dao Chang had magical powers, and he could turn into runes to cure all kinds of diseases, but he didn't expect that as soon as they met, they broke the purpose of their line.

"Exactly, exactly! Daoist Yang, we are here to pray for rain, and I hope that Daoist will be merciful and take action for the villagers of Baili. ”

The old man's wrinkled face shook like a cracked earth, as if he saw hope, and he couldn't help nodding his head again and again, and the villagers who followed the old man also looked nervous, as if Yang Chenyu had become their only straw, as long as Yang Chenyu shook his head, they would cry.

Yang Chenyu was overjoyed, in ancient times, when there was a drought, it was a good time for the river gods and water gods everywhere to collect incense, it seems that the ancients were not sincere and deceived me.

What's more, in this era, if the wind and rain are smooth, I'm afraid not many people will worry about the river god, but now with the arrival of the drought, the helpless villagers can only pin their hopes on the river god who doesn't know whether it still exists.

"There are droughts, the villagers are affected, and Poor Dao, as the host of Qinglongguan, is naturally duty-bound, but..."

Yang Chenyu has also been practicing in the Taoist temple for more than ten years, and the red dust has also been contaminated with a lot, so he naturally knows that this is too easy to get, and people will never cherish it, so Yang Chenyu hesitated with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Yang Daochang, we know the rules, here are the village chiefs of Shili and Eight Villages, everyone has discussed, the river god parade, build a rain prayer altar, all these manpower and property are borne by us together, and we have also prepared a merit money for Qinglongguan. ”

Seeing the embarrassed look on Yang Chenyu's face, the old man dared to hesitate, and hurriedly poured out all the results discussed by his group of people in one go.

Hearing the old man's words, Yang Chenyu also relieved himself, it seems that these people are very sincere. This can't be done carelessly.

As the god of the Xiangshui River, it is Yang Chenyu's legal duty to be responsible for the clouds and rain in the Xiangshui River domain, the only problem is that Yang Chenyu was the river god at the beginning, although he has the natural ability to travel clouds and rain, but he has never traveled clouds and rain, and he is a little unfamiliar with this kind of thing, not to mention the mana that may be consumed by the clouds.

Therefore, the more solemn this rain prayer ceremony is, the more incense you will get, so that it will be possible to make up for the mana consumed by the clouds and rain.

It's all a causal process.

With the consent of Yang Daochang, the master of the Qinglong Temple, most of the villagers in the villages under the jurisdiction of Fengming Town, under the leadership of their respective village chiefs and elders, began to prepare for the river god sacrifice ceremony that had been interrupted for decades.

Fengming Town belongs to Qingming County, with an area of 57 square kilometers, a total of more than 50,000 acres of land of various grades, and a population of more than 40,000 people.

Such towns and villages will undoubtedly be affected more severely by drought than other more developed towns.

Therefore, when Yang Chenyu wore a Taoist robe, went down the mountain, and came to the Xiangshui River, he couldn't help but be shocked by the sea of people gathered on the riverside.

The banks of the Xiangshui River, which seemed a little deserted in the past, had been sorted out for hundreds of meters, and the weeds and dead trees had been cleaned up, and an altar of the river god about five meters high was being built on it, and the dense human heads next to the altar looked like flocks of hungry and thirsty ants.