Lin Yi stepped into the temple, and as soon as he looked up, he saw a stone statue of a dragon's head standing in the temple, with extraordinary momentum, especially the pair of blazing dragon eyes, which made people feel surrendered and bowed.

Hiss!

Lin Yi couldn't help but gasp.

"Golden Statue!"

He didn't expect that in such a dilapidated temple, there was really a golden statue of the dragon king.

You can't go wrong!

Lin Yi had seen the golden body god statue and the ordinary god statue, and he could clearly feel the difference between the two.

The Golden Statue has its own divine power and coercion.

That's something that ordinary idols don't have.

Lin Yi picked up a stick of incense, lit it, bowed to the statue three times, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.

After paying homage, Lin Yi raised his head and said solemnly: "Dragon King, the poor road is at ease, if you have something to ask, can you show up?"

Say it three times in a row.

There was no movement of the idol.

The temple was silent.

Lin Yi knew that the Dragon King could hear his words through the Golden Body Divine Statue, but it was not certain that he would not show up now.

In the eyes of the Dragon King, he was just an ordinary man, not much like an ant on the ground.

How can the high above pay attention to ants?

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, the Dragon King did not show up, nor did he give Lin Yi any response.

Lin Yi shook his head, straightened up, and had no choice but to give up.

He originally wanted to ask the Dragon King about the cause of the drought in Anning County, but now it seems that he has thought too much, and the Dragon King doesn't pay attention to him at all.

If you want to talk to the Dragon King, you can only rely on the mountain god.

Thinking of this, Lin Yi couldn't help but be angry.

The mountain god promised him to come to the dragon king, but he didn't move for so long.

Either forget it, or perfunctory Lin Yi.

In short, the gods are more unreliable than the other!

Walking out of the Dragon King Temple sullenly, Lin Yi prepared to return to the Taoist temple and urge the mountain god.

As soon as he walked to the bridge, he suddenly caught a glimpse of several figures swaying in the distance.

He fixed his eyes and saw that the people who came were not ordinary villagers, but three monks in green robes.

"Them?"

Lin Yi was very surprised, what were these three liars doing in Konghe?

Closer, he saw clearly, Qiu Feng and the three of them were carrying a flat pole on their shoulders, and there were wooden barrels hanging on the flat pole, but they were here to fetch water.

As if afraid of being seen, the three of them sneaked up and threw the barrels into the river where no one was, and then pulled them up one by one, filling all six barrels with water.

"Senior brother, is this water enough?" asked one of them.

Qiu Feng nodded, "Almost, it's no problem to deceive that group of villagers." ”

"Hehe, we're going to get rich soon, get to work!"

"Let's go, carry water!"

......

The three of them were very excited, and they carried the water back, and every conversation was in Lin Yi's ears.

Lin Yi didn't dare to get too close, so he quietly followed Qiu Feng and the three of them from a distance of dozens of feet.

He wants to see what the three liars are doing!

Not much to say along the way.

These three people are all monks, and their physical strength is good, and they carried water for dozens of miles without resting, and arrived in Anning County in one breath.

It's still the same courtyard, it's still the altar.

The trio placed the pole and bucket on the floor, then removed the table and pulled out a water tank from underneath.

The tank was hidden by a tablecloth, and no one ever noticed it.

Wow!

Wow!

The three men lifted the bucket and poured the water into the tank one by one.

Six buckets of water were emptied, and a tank was filled.

Qiu Feng then moved the water tank under the table and covered it with a tablecloth, unaware of it.

This scene, Lin Yi secretly looked at it in his eyes, and felt even more strange.

The three of them were obviously not fetching water for drinking, but had another trick up their sleeve.

Lin Yi decided not to return to the Taoist temple first, and then he would understand.

Nothing was said all night.

By the next day, the villagers came one after another.

Everyone scrambled to be the first, their eyes showed anticipation, and they gathered outside the altar, and the two words that came out of their mouths were: asking for rain.

They didn't come empty-handed, they all had offerings, some were meat, some were steamed buns, and some were rice noodles......

These things are ordinary, but for them, they are squeezed out of their teeth, equivalent to their own lives.

It shows the sincerity of praying for rain.

The village chiefs of each village also arrived, holding wooden boxes in their arms, and there was a noise inside, apparently money.

For this rain prayer, the villagers took out what they had hidden and made up the money.

No village dares to be stingy.

Because Qiu Feng said that whoever gives an offering will give rain to whomever he wants.

If the village does not have enough money to provide for the offerings, he will not have his share in this rainfall.

"Come, put the money in the jar!"

"This money is not for us, but for some heavenly officials!"

"After taking care of the heavenly officials, you can ask the gods to give you rain!"

Qiu Feng was talking nonsense as he took out a large jar and placed it on the table.

Several village chiefs hurriedly poured the money from the wooden box into the jar.

Whoa!

In a moment, the jar was full.

In addition, each village had to elect a young child to guard the altar.

Eight villages, one for each village.

No one dared to be ambiguous.

After pouring the money, the eight children were also brought to the altar, and Qiu Feng cast a spell to "add divine power" to them.

The so-called adding divine power is to use a brush to tap on each of their eyebrows.

It's just a ghost.

The eldest of the children was Ah Mao, and the youngest was a five-year-old girl.

Most of them are still ignorant, they just listen to the adults, and they do what the adults tell them to do.

In the vicinity of the altar, a circular stone platform is set up in each of the eight directions, which is neither big nor small.

Qiu Feng asked the eight children to climb onto the stone platform and sit cross-legged, facing the altar.

The beautiful name says: Eight children guard the altar, please the real immortals!

At noon, everything was arranged.

The villagers placed the offerings on the offering table, knelt down in unison, and shouted, "Please ask the master to ask the heavens for rain and rain!"

"Please ask the mage to ask the heavens for rain and rain!"

......

"Okay!" Qiu Feng stepped into the air, his toes connected the dots, and landed on the altar, showing a good light skill, "You are sincere enough, today this master will ask the sky for rain, rain rain, and bless the people!"

Everyone was ecstatic, "Thank you, Master!"

"Thank you, three mages!"

Qiu Feng glanced at the other two, and the three of them pulled out their long swords at the same time, dancing up and down the altar.

How can they have the ability to beg for rain from the sky, but they just rely on the humble means of cultivation to deceive the villagers who have no knowledge.

The sword qi slashed and ignited the fire.

The incense in the incense burner ignited at the same time, condensing the curling white smoke, flickering up and down with the sword qi, quite mysterious.

The villagers did not dare to look up, and knelt on the ground one after another, praying in their hearts.

The eight children on the stone platform also followed Qiu Feng's teaching, closed their eyes and put their hands together, motionless.

There was silence all around, only the sound of swords in unison.

Like a howling wind.

By the time the incense burned out in the incense burner, it was noon.

Qiu Feng and the three of them pretended to chant the Taoist Sutra for a while, and then suddenly got up and shouted in unison: "Qi!"

"Heavenly Spirit, Heavenly Spirit, Heavenly Soldier Heavenly Spirit!"

"The drought here is suffering, the people are not living, today offer offerings to the eight children, please have mercy on the immortals, rain down!"

Qiu Feng has words in his mind, and what he says is nonsense.

"If the Immortals accept our offerings, please give us guidance!"

When the words fell, Qiu Feng pointed at the long sword, but it pointed to the bottom of the table, and began to cast a spell of luck.