Feng Bo and Feng Man kowtowed vigorously, but they couldn't persuade them.

They understood that if Yue Lao left this matter alone, it was not impossible for the great drought to continue for another year and a half, and the tribe would face a catastrophe.

had to use the most humble way to kowtow to the point where the blood flowed.

Yue Lao tried to explain, but the two of them couldn't listen, how could they understand the difficulties of the immortals, all they saw in front of them was their own situation.

It's hard to say right or wrong.

Because it's human nature.

In the end, Yue Lao simply didn't explain, and said slightly angrily: "The matter of the great drought, this immortal can't do anything, you can do it yourself!"

Uncle Feng's father and daughter were completely desperate, and they kowtowed numbly and cried.

Boom!

Boom!

"You guys get up, Grandpa Yue also has a big difficulty, it's not that he won't help you," Shi Bufan sighed, stepped forward and forcibly pulled the father and daughter up, "Don't worry, I'll find another way." ”

"Immortals, really...... Is there really a way?"

Even the immortals didn't care, they were really desperate.

"Yes!" Shi Bufan blurted out.

To put it bluntly, in fact, it is to appease the two, how can Shi Bufan be a little sure, just do his best.

"Grandpa Yue, please do you a small favor!" he turned to face Elder Yue and pleaded.

Yue Lao stroked his beard, "Extraordinary, do you still have to embarrass the immortals?"

"No!" Shi Bufan smiled lightly.

According to the principle taught to him by the old fool, when encountering problems, you must put yourself in your shoes, consider yourself and others, and be considered comprehensive.

Grandpa Yue has already expressed his concerns, and of course he will not be strong.

In other words, I hate to be embarrassed by strong people.

"Grandpa Yue, I want to invite you to meet the Dragon King of Konghe," Shi Bufan said his thoughts, "Let the Dragon King tell the cause of the great drought, and then I can find a way to solve it, right?"

Shi Bufan went to see the Dragon King of Konghe before, but people didn't take him seriously at all.

If the moon is old, he will definitely be able to suppress the dragon king.

"Okay!" Yue Lao agreed simply, this is indeed a trivial matter for him.

It was decided, the two of them immediately flew into the sky, Yue Lao rode the big white duck, and Shi Bufan soared through the clouds.

The two figures quickly left the Dafeng tribe one after the other, leaving only the stunned father and daughter.

Noon.

Konghe.

There are a lot of people around the shore, all of whom are from the Dafeng tribe, one by one to fetch water and carry water, and there is an endless stream.

There are old people and children, strong men and women.

The young and strong ones pick two buckets, and the weak ones pick one bucket.

Seeing this scene, Yue Lao was slightly touched, "People in the mortal world, it's not easy!"

Shi Bufan nodded, "Hehe, you have to live!"

While chatting, the two had flown to the middle of the Konghe River.

Yue Lao cleared his throat and shouted at the river: "Konghe Dragon King, come and meet this immortal!"

The delicate sound cuts through the turbulent rapids and into the bottom.

In a moment, waves more than a foot high rose in the river.

Rushing!

The waves cracked, and there was a golden shadow rushing out, its body was five feet long, as thick as a human waist, and its three claws were standing, majestic and majestic.

It is the Dragon King of Konghe.

"Dragon King, do you recognize this immortal?" asked Elder Yue condescendingly.

"Recognize, recognize!" How dare the Dragon King of Konghe slack off, "Xiaolong meets the Moon Elder Immortal!"

When the words fell, the body of the Dragon King of Konghe shrank sharply, and in a moment turned into the appearance of a dragon's head and a human form, with dragon horns on his head and gold armor, which was more majestic than the dragon shape.

"I don't know if the immortal has arrived, what are you doing?"

In the face of the heavenly immortals, the earth immortals must be in awe and awe, because the heavenly immortals can determine the immortal position of the earth immortals, and even life and death.

Yue Lao didn't talk nonsense, and got straight to the point, "Dragon King, let me ask you, is you responsible for the rain of the Dafeng tribe?"

With this question, the expression of the Dragon King of Konghe changed greatly.

In fact, when he saw Shi Bufan next to him, he had a premonition.

The last time they met, he didn't take Shi Bufan in his eyes, and sent it away in a few words.

This time, he actually invited the old moon immortal, and it seems that he underestimated Shi Bufan.

"Back to Shangxian," the Konghe Dragon King immediately regained his composure, "Xiaolong has indeed been in charge of the rain of the Dafeng tribe. ”

"Then why hasn't there been a drop of rain for half a year, resulting in a great drought and the people are struggling to make a living?" Yue Lao's tone was much harsher, like a question.

The Dragon King is under the jurisdiction of Shui De Xingjun, and he has nothing to do with Yue Lao, but as a celestial immortal, of course he has the qualifications to ask.

The Dragon King of Konghe was silent, as if there was something unspeakable.

"Say!" said the old man.

The Dragon King of Konghe was still silent, his expression frightened and embarrassed.

Yue Lao sneered, "You little dragon king, do you dare to detain rain privately and violate the rules of heaven?"

"Believe it or not, I will immediately go back to the Heavenly Palace to inform Shui De Xingjun, except for your immortal position!"

The majesty of the old moon was fully revealed at this time, and every word was inserted into the heart of the dragon king of Konghe like a sword, which frightened the dragon king and trembled.

"Immortal spare!

The dragon king of Konghe knelt down on the water, and finally gave in.

"Shangxian, this matter is related to Xiaolong's life, please listen to Xiaolong!"

The Dragon King of Konghe was frightened and hurriedly told the truth of the matter.

It turns out that the Dafeng tribe has an ancient temple that has been built for a hundred years, and the temple is dedicated to the statue of Shuide Xingjun.

Half a year ago, Feng Bo was worried about his daughter's marriage, listened to the words of a traveling Taoist priest, and prepared to worship Yue Lao.

Seeing that the statue of Shui De Xingjun was dilapidated and old, and there were few people to worship it, Feng Bo sent craftsmen to remove it and replace it with a brand new statue of the old moon, in order to let his daughter get a good marriage.

Coincidentally, Shui De Xingjun happened to travel here, and when he saw this scene, he was inevitably angry and depressed.

Originally, mortals worship the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, and it is inevitable that the dilapidated statues of the gods will be demolished often, which is not a big deal.

But Shui De Xingjun is a cautious guy, and he saw that his idol was demolished, so he couldn't find the Dragon King of Konghe for a while, and asked the Dragon King not to give rain to the Dafeng tribe for a year as a punishment.

Before leaving, he also told that if the Dafeng tribe wanted to dig a canal to divert water, the river water would not be allowed to flow into the Dafeng tribe.

The Dragon King of Konghe did not dare to disobey the will of the immortals, so he did not give a drop of rain to the Dafeng tribe for half a year, resulting in this great drought.

After listening to the ins and outs, Yue Lao and Shi Bufan looked at each other, and they were a little surprised.

It turned out that the culprit of the drought was Shui Dexingjun.

It's not a terrible thing!

Shi Bufan's newborn calf was not afraid of the tiger and asked, "Old Grandpa Yue, is Shui Dexingjun really so careful?"

"Ahem," Yue Lao looked embarrassed, "Shui Dexingjun's heart is indeed a little smaller, but it is also that group of mortals who are not good, and they actually dismantle his statue, ahem!"

Shi Bufan rolled his eyes, "Isn't the purpose of dismantling the statue of the god of De Xingjun to set up a statue for you, Grandpa Yue!"

Yue Lao was speechless.

He never expected that this matter had something to do with him.

Miserable!

If you continue to trace the source, it is no wonder that Yue Lao is the oldest, no wonder Shui De Xingjun, no wonder the Dafeng tribe, and if you want to blame the enemy insect.

Damn enemy!

Yue Lao secretly gritted his teeth, and when he went back, he would definitely refine this little thing into ashes!