"The immortal master only needs to come forward to pray for rain, whether it can be done or not, there are 100 taels of silver. At this time, the drought is severe, the people are emotional, and people need to be given a little hope. ”

"If it doesn't work, the immortal master will leave quickly from the secret passage, and the old man will find a corpse and throw it on the stage for the people to vent. ”

"If the immortal master doesn't believe it, the immortal master can participate in the whole process of the manufacturing process of this prayer rain platform, replace the corpse used, or prepare it in advance for the immortal master to check. ”

The old man's three words completely moved Liu San.

No one dares to earn money that is life-threatening.

If it's just a risk... That's a different story.

After all, almost all 'getting rich' has to take corresponding risks.

The old man retreated quietly, the expression on his face was still reverent and respectful, and his gray beard grew on his thin, wrinkled face, and the word 'kindness' was written on it no matter how you looked at it.

Liu San slowly stood up from the bamboo chair.

He looked solemnly and with pity at the people who were kneeling down.

"Ahh In fact, this great drought is caused by some people who do not respect the gods, which leads to the wrath of the gods, although I have a personal relationship with the gods, but I do not want to meddle in such mortal affairs. ”

"It's just... If such a drought continues, it is destined to starve all over the land, and the land will be thousands of miles away. I couldn't bear it, so I could only open the altar and pray for the Dharma, and my soul flew for nine days, meeting the gods, seeking a face or two, and seeing if there was room for change. ”

Although Liu San agreed to pray for rain, he still didn't say anything.

Rather, there is a certain leeway.

At the same time, he pulled a tiger skin on himself.

The old man on the side was still grateful and kowtowed, as if he really believed Liu San's nonsense.

But he said repeatedly, "That's good!

"But I don't know the immortal master, when will the altar be opened, when will the rain be prayed, and where is the Dharma platform?"

Liu San rolled his eyes, then pointed to the wild temple behind him and said: "There is no need for a Dharma platform, and there is no need for extra effort and money and food, after three days... He prayed for rain in this temple. Although this place is deserted, it is a blessed land of Lingshan, and there are also virtuous immortals who live here for a long time. ”

"It's better than any Dharma platform in the world. ”

Liu San was a little more attentive.

Although the old man agreed, let him participate in the whole process of building the Dharma platform.

But he still couldn't believe it.

Because of the perennial abduction and deception, there are several secret caves hidden in Liu San's wild temple, and there are strange things, and Liu San is ready to run away at any time.

The old man's eyes flickered, and he agreed.

Instead, he followed the old man, and a few young men stood behind him, with a little disdain in their expressions.

The old man, along with his sons and nephews, did not have any hope for the rain.

What they really made up their minds was the ancient wells in Wang Village next door.

There is also the Liu Wanghe River shared by the two villages.

When Liu San prays for rain and fails, they will definitely let Liu San leave.

But the person who accepted the 'punishment' in place of Liu San would not be a dead man, but a fool who had no father and no mother in the Liu family village to which the old man belonged.

Because Wang Village is the richest in Shili and Eight Townships, there are several wealthy families, so this time Wang Cun alone bears most of the money in the place where he prayed for rain.

Pray for rain and lose money... The people of Wang Village must have borne the brunt and were the most angry.

Once someone dies in Liujia Village, it can take charge of the situation and arouse the villagers' hatred and hatred.

They must all make up their minds to go and seize the water source.

Although it is not on the stage, it is really sneaky and not enough for outsiders.

The old man's calculations are only known to the most trusted juniors in the family.

As long as you live long enough, many things in this world can no longer be obstacles.

Morality, ethics, conscience... For an old man who wants to continue to live, let the family and the village continue to live, it's just bullshit.

Of course, Liu San will not end well.

The reason why the old man came to Liu San to pray for rain was to seize his handle.

knew that Liu San was in Hongmen Town, seventy miles away, and secretly hid a woman and a child.

Over the years, most of the money he has been abducted and defrauded has been placed in his own women and children, but he does not dare to publicize it to the outside world, so as not to find the deceived enemy.

With a hundred taels of silver, Liu San will definitely run away with his wife and children.

And the manpower arranged by the old man was already guarding Hongmen Town, just waiting for Liu San to throw himself into the net.

Three days later, prayers for rain began.

There's not much to be paid attention to.

Dressed in a strange costume, Liu San pretended to dance again, dancing chaotically.

In his hand, he held the 'magic weapon' that he had made casually, and kept shaking.

The whole person was like a convulsion, trembling vigorously, and muttering gibberish words and notes in his mouth.

None of this makes sense, just for show.

Wait until the prelude is almost over.

Liu San didn't know if it was his conscience, or if he felt that he always had to take something to deal with.

He began to pray for rain with the mantra he had learned.

In the past, he had only used this spell to beg for small things.

The smaller the matter, the greater the probability of success.

And the desire to get rich, to be a big official, to be an emperor, has never been realized.

With each failure, a snakeskin-like patch grows on the soles of his feet.

Now the soles of Liu San's feet are covered with snake spots.

The more you recite the mantra, the faster you recite it, the more urgent it becomes.

Liu San suddenly began to jump again.

This time, his dance is no longer a random jump, but with a strange and eerie rhythm.

His body seems to be able to twist into any unimaginable shape and make some creepy movements.

The descendants of the old man looked at it strangely.

His face was not as reverent as the faces of the crowd around him.

Only the old man felt a little weird.

He seemed to look through Liu San's masked face, through the mask, condensed his eyes... Absolute fear was seen.

Suddenly, Liu San's body could no longer withstand these strange movements.

His skin began to tear.

Bright red blood, seeping through the cracked skin wound.

At the same time, above the sky, even if it was a blue sky and a white sun, there were still bursts of muffled thunder.

After a short while, a cloud that seemed to be black and red, inexplicably floated, shrouded in the top of the mountains, and the entire northern part of the Min country, even based on this, spread to more and more extensive areas.

Liu San's dancing and chanting mantras became faster and faster, and he became more and more urgent.

Gradually, he was no longer visible.

It's just that on the ground in front of the gate of the Naye Temple, there are many bright red bloody footprints.

And this bloody footprint seems to be drawing a talisman... Draw an extremely weird, yet extremely powerful talisman.

"Hurry, stop him!" Although the old man did not know why, the experience and instinct of years of survival made him want to stop this from happening.

But the appearance of dark clouds made people fanatical, and they frantically bowed to Liu San, frantically praying for the heavy rain to come.

When the old man said this, he had already been knocked to the ground by two strong men with sticks.

Even the juniors of the old man did not stand up to stop it.

Perhaps... The plan to frame Wang Village is perfect.

But if you don't have to do this to get rain to water the earth, why bother?

Wang Village··· After all, it is the strongest village in ten miles and eight towns.

Bang!

The thunder was rolling, and the red and black clouds were constantly rolling, like countless unjust souls and ghosts, entangled and struggling in them.

In the next second, the rain is as big as the beans... It seems to have been spilled.

People cheered when they felt the chill above their heads and the cold feeling of the rain hitting their bodies.