To survive!

From the elderly in their sixties and seventies to children in their eighties and nineties, they all have to carry water in order to survive.

At this moment ago, Shi Bufan had seen two gray-haired old men and a child with immature faces in the crowd carrying water.

The people of the tribe are accustomed to it.

Anyway, everyone is here to survive!

"Mother-in-law!"

Shi Bufan blocked the old woman's way.

He was ashamed.

I drank half a bucket of water from the old woman just now, but I forgot that other people's water is not easy to come by.

"Kid, it's you!"

The old woman recognized Shi Bufan and smiled.

Shi Bufan couldn't help but say, snatched the flat burden on the old woman's shoulder, "Mother-in-law, I'll help you carry water!"

The old woman was stunned, "No, son, hurry up!"

Shi Bufan didn't talk nonsense, and carried the flat shoulder carrying the wooden barrel on his shoulders, and a gray-black cloud had already grown under his feet, and he immediately flew into the sky, so shocked that the old woman shouted "fairy".

The old fool once taught him that the grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring.

He had just drunk all the old woman's water, and he had forgotten about it.

However, the old fool also said that knowing mistakes can be changed, and it is very good!

So, Shi Bufan carried the wooden barrel and drove all the way to the north.

He didn't have to ask for directions at all, because the black line on the ground stretched all the way to the Konghe River, and he could just follow the crowd.

Night falls.

More and more people are carrying water.

In the moonlight, it looks like a swarm of ants.

Most people choose to carry water at night because it is too hot during the day and it is easy to have accidents.

Much more comfortable at night and walking fast.

Shi Bufan doesn't have to scruples, he soars through the clouds and fog, coming and going like the wind.

After two breaks in between, I arrived at Konghe after an hour.

In the distance, Shi Bufan heard the sound of turbulent water, like beautiful music, which was very pleasant.

After flying closer, a large river that was long and wide appeared.

The Konghe River is ten zhang wide, the depth is bottomless, the water is turbulent, rolling up a heavy wave, lapping the two banks.

On the shore are large fields with lush crops that stand in stark contrast to the desolation of the Dafeng tribe.

Along the banks of the Konghe River, there are many tribes and villages.

It was on the road between the two tribes that the people carrying water passed through the water.

Shi Bufan was very puzzled, why there was no major drought near the Konghe River, and the rain was sufficient, but the Dafeng tribe, which was only a few hundred miles away from the Konghe River, did not have a drop of rain for half a year, and even the river dried up?

Could it be that evil creatures are doing it?

Shi Bufan knew that there was an evil thing called "Drought Fish" in the world, and he didn't know if it had anything to do with it.

"Fetch water for your mother-in-law first!"

Shi Bufan let go of his messy thoughts, threw two wooden barrels into the river, filled two barrels, and then returned to the Dafeng tribe in the clouds.

A round trip, about two hours.

"Mother-in-law, I'm back!"

Seeing Shi Bufan falling from the sky, the old woman was frightened, "Child, are you ...... Are you a god?"

Shi Bufan laughed, "I'm not an immortal, I'm a cultivator, I just know a little bit of flying skills!"

"Oh oh!" the old woman didn't understand well, but she was obviously a little disappointed after knowing that Shi Bufan was not an immortal.

If there are really immortals descending to earth, then their entire tribe will be saved!

Shi Bufan poured the water into the vat and went out with the bucket.

"What are you going to do, child?" asked the old woman.

Shi Bufan rose up in the clouds, and hurriedly said: "I'll get a jar of water for my mother-in-law!"

He is a man who does what he says, and he said that he would fill a jar of water for the old woman, and of course he would not break his promise and be lazy.

Ordinary people want to fill this vat, at least seven or eight days, and they have to work day and night.

Fortunately, Shi Bufan has the skill of flying clouds and fog, and he picked four times in one night and got half a tank of water.

The old woman was happy and distressed, "Enough, child!

"Not enough!"

Shi Bufan had a lot of perseverance, waved his hand and flew north.

Until the next day, Shi Bufan couldn't count how many times he flew back and forth, and finally filled the vat.

He originally thought of a good way to directly carry the vat to the Konghe River and solve it at one time.

In fact, his cloud control technique is far less powerful, carrying a tank of water weighing hundreds of pounds, he can't fly, if he walks on two legs, he is tired and half dead, not to mention, he has to walk for at least a day.

In the end, I had to use a stupid solution.

Just practice the art of flying clouds and fog, and carry water by the way.

When I picked the last trip, it was exactly noon.

Shi Bufan flew to the side of the Konghe River, and saw that all the people of the Dafeng tribe were gathered here, layer by layer, almost thousands of people, as if they were looking at something lively.

In the past, people used to pick up water and leave, so the river was not crowded at all.

This will be blocked by the river.

Shi Bufan flew over the crowd and saw an altar set up by the river, with a sacrificial table on it, a row of burning incense, and a variety of sacrificial things.

An old man in a linen robe sat cross-legged, shaking a golden bell in his hand, making a burst of crisp sounds, presumably a shaman or something.

When the bell was ringing, the priest still recited words, like some ancient incantation.

Facing the altar, a man of about fifty years of age bowed down.

The man performed the salute of the head, lying motionless on the ground, with a pious attitude.

He was dressed in a golden shirt and a black crown, and his spirit was extraordinary, and it seemed that he should be a man of status.

From everyone's conversation, Shi Bufan learned that this man was the patriarch of the Dafeng tribe, named "Feng Bo".

Feng Bo invited the priest today to set up an altar to worship in the Konghe River, in order to please the dragon king in the Konghe River, ask the dragon king to rain, and give grace to the Dafeng tribe.

Since the great drought, they have sacrificed to the Dragon King of Konghe dozens of times, but to no avail.

If it had worked, the rain would have fallen long ago.

As the head of the clan, Feng Bo cares about the people and only wants to move the dragon king with his sincerity, so he has never given up the sacrifice.

No, for the sacrifice, Feng Bo prepared a lot of offerings, including steamed buns, rice balls, pork, beef and mutton...... Varied.

For the Dafeng tribe in the great drought, it is really rare to be able to come up with these things.

If you are more sincere, I am afraid that you will have to learn the ancient methods of the ancients, sacrifice boys and girls, and create your own sins.

"Sacrifice!"

After doing the Dharma for a long time, the shaman finally stopped, got up, threw the bell, and threw it into the water of the Konghe River.

Feng Bo raised his head and shouted, "Open the sacrifice!"

People rushed to the shore and threw their prepared offerings into the rushing river.

After throwing the offerings, he immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the Konghe River, and shouted loudly.

"Ask the Dragon King for rain!"

"Ask the Dragon King to give rain to the Dafeng tribe!"

"The dragon king is above, our people sacrifice and ask for rain from heaven!"

......

The sound of the waves drowned out the waves and reverberated on the Konghe River.

Seeing this scene, Shi Bufan had a deeper understanding of the "immortals".

When he was in Kunlun Mountain, whether he saw the earth immortals or the heavenly immortals, he only felt that the immortals were powerful and the mana was boundless.

Now I understand that immortals are not only immortals, but also the greatest hope of all living beings when they are desperate!