Last night, the four brothers of the Luo family put the child under the canal river, and the wind monk once said that he was waiting for punishment, and this said that just one night, the four brothers of the Luo family really died, and the wind monk also felt inexplicable.

After reciting to each other, the villagers all knew about it, so no one dared to drive the child under the pile anymore, and they were respectful to Feng Yousheng, Wang Dashi and Wen Qingqing.

As soon as the wind wandering monk came here, many people gathered around, and a man who beat the drought fish yesterday came and said: "Last night, we beat hard, and we didn't see the drought fish coming out of the water for a long time, but I only heard the drought fish scream four times!"

"Four sounds?" Hearing this, the Wind Wandering Monk was surprised, and he wondered in his heart: "Could it be that the death of the four brothers of the Luo family has something to do with the four voices of the drought fish?"

It was at this time that he remembered some folk legends.

The legend goes like this - it is said that the weasel holds a party every winter, traveling from all directions, thousands of miles, to rush for the party. One night, thousands of weasels swarmed and blocked a path. On weekdays, weasels are particularly afraid of people, and they run away when they see people, but at this time, many weasels are mixed together, and they seem to be unbridled and tall, and there is no one in their eyes. A middle-aged man pulling a charcoal cart was walking on the road, and when he saw this group of tens of thousands of weasels passing by, he didn't dare to disturb, so he waited in place for a while, and waited for the weasel pack to finish walking before he left, but there were too many weasels and crossed one after another. The middle-aged man waited for two hours, the weasel was still flowing, he was a little anxious, looking in the direction where the weasel was running, the formation of a team was far, far away, I don't know when to wait. In this way, the middle-aged man Shuang didn't wait, pulling the charcoal cart through the weasel running team. The weasel ran in a hurry and didn't know how to avoid it, and was crushed to death by two wheels, and the weasel screamed twice when it was crushed to death, and the middle-aged man returned home, and it didn't take long for him and his eldest son to die silently.

- Let's say that the weasel continues to run, and crosses the river when it encounters the river, and there is no bridge over the river, and the weasel team swims in the middle of the river, with its front paws on the shore, and then each weasel on the shoulder of the first, forming a bridge in the middle of the river, so that the group behind will only cross the bridge. There are boats on the river, and they have to avoid such a scene, and one of the big boats, without avoiding it, simply broke up the pontoon bridge built by the weasels, only to hear the weasels howling, and soon, the boat capsized in the middle of the river, and a group of people died on board. According to legend, the weasel shouts by calling people's names, and whoever shouts their names will die.

Feng Yousheng thought of this folk legend, and thought: "Could it be that the 'four dislikes' that the four people beat yesterday were actually weasels, could it be that after four shouts, the four brothers of the Luo family died, did they really fulfill the punishment they said yesterday?"

Wang Dashi was also quite strange, and said to the wind wandering monk: "It's all the punishment you said yesterday that has been fulfilled, and the villagers are very convinced of you, you saved two children, but let these four people die innocently, the gains outweigh the losses!"

Feng Yousheng looked at Wang Dashi and whispered, "I don't know what happened!"

"Let's go and have a look, burn paper, condolences, express our sadness, if the families of the four people come to you to settle accounts, you can't say clearly, we should be good people!" Wang Dashi said.

The wind wandering monk was angry: "Hey, hey, what's the matter, this dead person, and I didn't hurt it, how can I ......"

Wen Qingqing said at this moment: "The death of these four people has nothing to do with us, but the villagers don't think so, they don't know right from wrong, maybe they just rely on us, say it's our idea, whip the drought, the dartle has appeared, and they are killed!"

Wang Dashi nodded and said, "You have been running the world, you have been in the world for so many years, don't you still know the habits of the villagers!"

There was no one on the side of the canal river anymore, and no one dared to stay in this place because such a big thing had happened, as if it had become a place of evil.

Feng Yousheng was reminded by Wang Dashi and Wen Qingqing, and was ready to visit the village of Diafang, and as he walked, he came to Hei Biao's home. Hei Biao is Boss Luo, his body is lying on the bunk in the middle of the hall, he still has a fierce face when he dies, and the wind monk also scolded again and again in his heart. lost four of them overnight, and his wife and children were crying and dying of grief.

The walls, doors, and stoves at home are pasted with white panels, and offerings have been placed on the table, fruits and snacks, etc., and the indispensable thing is the pig's head in the middle, and there are two Beijing onions inserted in the nose cavity of the pig's head, which are round and thick, inserted in the nasal cavity, and look straight. Inside and out, there were many people, relatives, friends and villagers. Seeing Wang Dashi, Feng Yousheng and Wen Qingqing coming, the group of people seemed calm. Wang Dashi walked to the corpse, put a knife of straw paper, and kowtowed with Wen Qingqing to mourn.

Da Cook is the uncle of the children of the Luo family, is a big chef at the head of the village, red and white ceremonies and funerals for wine banquets, are in charge of him, inside and outside the customs know a lot, he knows that the death of the four brothers of the Luo family, is likely to have something to do with the four little monsters he caught in the net, and when he saw the three monks of the wind, he pulled the three to a side room to rest and talk.

When they arrived at the side house, the big cook closed the door tightly to prevent anyone from entering.

Da Cook sighed and said, "Hey, last night, the four brothers of the Luo family roasted and ate the four little monsters hanging from the tree with fire, and after eating, the four of them spit out white foam in their mouths, and they will not be able to do it for a while......"

The Wind Wandering Monk thought that the four of them were beaten by the little monster and were rushed, since the four of them died like this, they must have been poisoned by the little monster, and it had nothing to do with the three of them. Feng Yousheng didn't bother to listen any longer, patted his butt and walked out of the courtyard of Luo Lao's house with Wang Dashi and Wen Qingqing.

Back at the Quhe River, Wang Dashi lit the talisman paper, recited the mantra to dispel the plague and evil spirit, which was regarded as expelling the evil spirit, and then lit a long firecracker.

After doing it, the three of them went back along the way back, and after walking a short distance, a group of people in front of them hurried here, and it seemed that they were a few people on the right side of Daifuku. Soon, the three of them met, and when they looked closely, they saw that the group of people was led by a big man and a few villagers.

The Wind Wandering Monk was startled when he saw the big man: "Oops!" and ran to meet him, "What's wrong, did the Eagle God Han and the executioner run away?"

The big man shook his head, opened his mouth, and said something that no one understood.

"Why did you run out of the village, what happened? Quick, say quickly!" the Wind Wandering Monk was rarely anxious.

The big man was a little impatient, and he slapped himself twice with his open hand, and then gestured with his hand.

Wang Dashi looked at his gestures, as if describing a very large thing.

The Wind Wandering Monk suddenly smiled: "Okay, that's it!"

The big man smiled smugly.

Wang Dashi looked at the wind wandering monk: "Something's wrong!"

The Wind Wandering Monk laughed and said, "The Eagle God Han and the executioner were dragged to the Water Dragon Lord Temple, and there was a big spider lying on the Eagle God Han's body!hahaha...... Ha ha. - Hey, Wang Dashi, it's up to you if it doesn't rain after that!"

Wang Dashi shook his head when he heard this, not knowing what he said.

With that, several people returned to Qingshiwa Village together, and soon, Gao Datong and a group of villagers also gathered.

Gao Datong said: "It's been a whole day, why hasn't there been any movement at all?

The "great people of customs" he refers to are the wind wandering monks.

Feng Yousheng was very happy, but he kept a low profile, and said: "Don't think of Zhuge Kongming in Xia, he is not smarter and wiser than him, but there are many more tricks than him!"

Gao Datong and the villagers were waiting on the edge of Dongyang Lake, and the wind wandering monk shouted Wang Dashi and Dafu right brothers.

At this time, Gao Datong and the villagers felt very guilty when they saw Wen Qingqing, and they no longer pursued Wen Qingqing. Speaking of which, although Wen Qingqing's adoptive father received a generous funeral, the villagers were busy with the drought and hurriedly buried the body in a coffin early the next morning. According to local customs, on the third day of burial, you need to go to the grave. Wen Qingqing was bewitched by the wind and became a sinner in Qingshiwa, she didn't dare to return to the crowd, she was very moved to be relieved of her imprisonment, and said goodbye to Wang Dashi a little, and ran back, she will have a heart-to-heart with the deceased old man again.

In this way, the four of them came to the temple, with a wooden stick in Daifuku's right hand and a large knife in his left.

When Gao Datong and the villagers saw this posture, they thought that they were going to fight, so they all stepped forward enthusiastically and were willing to help the four of them.

Feng Yousheng said to Gao Datong: "This trip, the four of us are going to kill a monster, as long as this monster is killed, it will rain here immediately!"

Gao Datong was stunned when he heard this, and said in surprise: "We, we have monsters here? So, what is that? Since there are monsters, as a villager, it is even more incumbent on us!"

The villagers shouted that they would go with the four of them to deal with the monsters.

The wind wandering monk said: "There is a drought spider spirit growing here, as long as the drought spider is killed, the naan behind it is pierced, it will rain—— it is not far from the promised time, let's go kill the drought spider now, it will rain early!"

Gao Datong didn't understand, smiled and said, "Eh, if you kill the drought spider, it will really rain? This, this is probably too mysterious, right? Mr. Wind Wandering Monk is not joking!"

"Since there are dry spiders growing here, the fire dragon in the sky will come down and burn it, and it won't rain if it thunders and kills it...... one villager said.

A few days ago, the wind wandering monk told a village in Hebei Province to grow a dry spider, the local drought did not rain and became a deserted village, and then the fire dragon appeared to burn the spider spirit, and the spider spirit was killed by thunder...... At this time, the Fengyou monk saw that Gao Datong and the villagers did not understand, so he continued to tell the legend......

- It is said that the fire dragon appeared and burned the spider spirit with fire, and when the spider spirit escaped, he was killed by a thunderbolt in the sky, and the thunder affected a family, which destroyed the bed, the stove, and the roof, and then the head of the family went outside to pick up the money, and happened to compensate for the loss of the family, and it was not a penny or a penny...... Besides, although the drought spider was killed by lightning, the village was still dry and rainless. One summer night, the old man of the house washed and went to sleep, and had a dream in his sleep, in the dream, the old man went to a heavenly realm, and there was a Xuan Xie at the end of the sky, and there was a god sitting cross-legged in the Xuan Pavilion, this fairy was a medicine god, specializing in the diagnosis and treatment of people's diseases. The medicine god was very strange when he saw the old man, and said that the place of the heavenly realm, how did the mortals on the earth come here without authorization, since mortals can visit the heavenly realm, it is also the cultivation of virtue for thousands of years.

The old man said that he didn't know how to reach the vast heavenly realm. After that, the Medicine God Immortal and the mortal on the earth chatted, drinking the wine of the heavenly realm, using the food of the heavenly realm, and enjoying endless pleasures. At the time of the meal, the medicine god asked about the mortal world, and when he heard that there was a drought in the local area, he immediately prescribed a prescription for the old man and brought it back, saying that there was no prescription in the sky, but on the ground.

Back in the mortal world, the old man opened the prescription, and when he saw it, the prescription was very strange, and the prescription was prompted like this: one person, six feet of bamboo, a bucket of spider sacs, and the rain poured down.

After taking this home remedy, the old man couldn't understand it, couldn't understand it, and thought to himself, where to prescribe the home remedies, you need to use a human hand and a six-foot bamboo knot to boil the medicine, who will boil the medicine to drink? This prescription still needs to be paid for by a human hand? Thinking of this, he was suddenly startled, woke up, and realized that it was just a dream, and it could not be taken seriously.

The village became more and more arid, and the scorching sun was like a blazing fire, scorching the earth, and the old man thought about the strange things that had happened a few days ago, and told the dream, and after telling it, most of the people did not think so, and it was passed around, and it reached the ears of a local genius. The talented man had a brilliant mind, so he took four people, broke a six-foot-long bamboo, found the corpse of the dry spider spirit, and pierced the sac on the back of the dry spider spirit, and the sac spewed out sticky liquid and water droplets. In a moment, a strong wind blew, black clouds rolled, thunder roared, and then heavy rain poured down.

Later, people learned that the prescription prescribed by the medicine god fairy, the so-called human hand, six feet of bamboo, a bucket of spider sacs, and the rain poured down, in fact, it was to hold a six-foot-long bamboo knot with his hand to pierce the sac on the back of the spider spirit, and after the sac was pierced, the heavy rain poured down.

Hearing the Wind Wandering Monk say this, the crowd laughed.

Gao Datong seemed to feel unreliable, and said: "Mr. Wind Wandering Monk, this is just a legend, I thought you had some high spells to ask for rain!"

Feng Yousheng smiled, and then said: "Legends, I also know that they are just legends, but each legend has a certain truth and purpose, and it is impossible to pop up this prescription innocently!"

Wang Dashi listened to what the Wind Wandering Monk said, and then synthesized the story told by the Wind Wandering Monk before, he summed it up and said to himself silently: "Sometimes although the folk legends seem legendary, they are all well-founded, in order to make it into a story, in order to be vivid and good, it is inevitable that some mysterious colors will not be added." Folklore stories are all methods and experiences summed up by the folk!"

Thinking of this, Wang Dashi wanted to tell it, but he always felt that these were too profound, and he might not be able to speak well, so Wang Dashi said: "Although it is unreliable, but we can also try, if we try, maybe it will rain, if we don't try, then we will lose a chance, as long as we can ask for rain, no matter how difficult the method we have to try!"

"Hey!" Gao Datong was a little anxious: "Since this is the case, Mr. Fengyousheng doesn't need to promise in front of everyone that he will definitely ask for rain in a few days!

Gao Datong obviously didn't want to try it when he said this, and his promise to the Wind Wandering Monk was greatly reduced.

Feng Yousheng disagreed, smiled, and said to Gao Datong: "As long as you believe me, Lord Gao, then the blind date people in Qingshiwa Village will also believe it!"

Gao Datong still sighed sadly when he heard it.

At this point, the wind wandering monk shouted Wang Dashi, Dafu Right and Dafu Zuo and walked towards the water dragon temple!