Although this kind of thing is invisible and intangible to ordinary people, it is a measure of the value of a mortal to a ghost. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Your life is noble, so even the immortal Buddha will not dare to deceive you.

If you have a low personality, even a roadside ghost will dare to confuse you and tease you.

Now the people in the grass hut are all talented, child-level, no matter what the moral character of these people is, at least the life will not be too low, if the life is too low, they will not have merit.

The conceited Xiucai who was dumped with cow dung was full of confidence at the moment, and when he saw Ning Caichen fail to walk down from the treasure temple, he took the sacrificial text and volunteered to go up.

A moment passed, and this show had already come to the top of the treasure temple.

Because the top of the treasure temple was demolished half, just to the top of the storm poured into the tower, coupled with the water at the top, it is really not easy for ordinary people to stand firm.

This Xiucai was full of confidence before, but when he arrived at the top of the treasure temple, he was blown by the storm, and his feet were unstable, and when he saw that he was standing nearly twenty feet high at this moment, he instantly turned pale with fright, trembled all over, and even couldn't stand on his feet in battle, so he directly knelt on the ground.

"How could it be, how did he kneel on the ground in a good manner. ”

Some scholars looked up and couldn't help but wonder when they saw this showman's move.

"The top of the treasure temple is windy and rainy, I'm afraid it can't stand steadily, but it's all a trivial matter, and look at how this brother burns the sacrificial text and prays to the dragon king. ”

Some children are more understanding and have no meaning to blame.

Li Xiuyuan's face suddenly changed at this time, and he saw that among the dark clouds above the treasure temple, there was a faint figure of a dragon wandering in it, and the surrounding storm seemed to be even more violent.

"Lord Prefect, I'm afraid that this matter is not good, this Xiucai's life is not enough to support him to talk to the Dragon King of Wujiang, he will be in danger if he stays above, Lord Prefect hurriedly sent someone to call him down. He took a few steps and said to the prefect.

Although he is very disgusted with this showman, but it is just a quarrel, with the domineering of the Dragon King of Wujiang, this show's life is not enough, and his fortune is shallow, and his fate is definitely much more serious than Ning Caichen, and if he doesn't do it well, he will even die.

The prefect frowned and said, "Now that it's a critical moment, how can you stop halfway, hurry up and urge him, quickly burn the sacrificial text, and pray to the Dragon King." ”

When even if an errand officer opened his mouth and shouted, urging this Xiucai to burn the sacrificial text, don't waste time.

This cow dung show is trembling and kneeling on the top of the treasure temple at the moment, afraid and afraid in his heart, and there are words of suffering.

He thought that he would be able to come down by climbing this altar and burning a sacrificial text, there was nothing else, how could he know that the wind and rain here were so strong that even people had to be swept away, where did he dare to stand up.

But the people below are urging again, and now it is difficult to ride a tiger, and if it doesn't work, it has to be done.

Immediately, this Xiucai gritted his teeth, stood up tremblingly against the wall, and then took out the sacrifice from his arms.

But the moment he just stood up, a strange wind swept upside down on his body, and when it was slippery upstairs, he suddenly let out an exclamation, and his body flew out uncontrollably.

"Ah~!"

A miserable scream sounded, and this Xiucai actually fell from the top floor of the nearly twenty zhang high treasure temple, accompanied by a miserable scream, and the whole person fell to the nearby mud ground with a loud bang, and the blood splashed far away with the rain.

Fall, fall to death?

This scene appeared very quickly, and many people didn't even react in a hurry, and at this moment, when they saw Na Xiucai fall to the ground and die tragically, their faces were pale with fright, and their hearts were beating wildly.

The Xiucai and Tong Shengmen in the audience were also silent, without any words, and the surroundings were quiet, and even the prefect trembled, as if the person who fell to the ground just now was not Xiucai but him.

"Sure enough, something happened. ”

Li Xiuyuan closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the tragic scene.

This Xiucai's life is obviously lower than Ning Caichen's, it's right to think about it carefully, this Xiucai was thrown away by someone when he just came here, how high will such a person's life be high?

The audience was silent for a while.

"Boom~!"

Suddenly, a thunderclap exploded from the dark clouds, and then I saw a lightning bolt slash down and smashed on the altar at the top of the treasure temple, instantly splitting the altar and the tribute, falling directly from the treasure temple, and the same Xiucai fell to the ground and turned into pieces all over the ground.

"What, why is it that even the altar has been destroyed, is there really no way to calm the anger of the Wujiang Dragon King?"

The prefect's eyelids jumped at this time, and he wanted to cry without tears at the moment.

He felt that his prefect position was coming to an end, and when the time came, he would be finished with a lifetime of flooding.

"Who, who else went to the stage to worship and appease the wrath of this dragon king. The prefect jumped to his feet in a hurry, urging the scholars on the left and right.

This is the last way left by the old sacrificial wine lord, if it doesn't work, then it's really no way.

But at this moment, the scholars on the left and right all looked evasive, without the previous righteous indignation and impulse to try, and some only cowered and feared.

At this time, the scholar only remembered the meaning of the words before the old sacrificial wine, why only people with noble lives can go up to the altar to worship, and the real reason for this feeling is that only people with noble lives can survive after they go up, and people with insufficient lives may die on it.

What is brilliant and talented, all of them are fake, and I don't look at this at all.

Isn't the showman who died just now a good writer?

But just as he stood up on the altar, he was blown down by the wind, and he fell apart, and the body was still lying there.

And the wind blowing down Xiucai is extremely weird, as if there is a person pushing you behind you, you can fall down so far, this is how stupid people know, this is the dragon king is angry, not an accident.

What's more, not a single person here is stupid.

At this moment, when the prefect spoke, no scholar responded, they just wanted to tear up the sacrificial text in their sleeves immediately, so as not to be named by the prefect.

"What's the matter, why did you speak one by one, your sacrifice just now is the third among the crowd, you go up to burn the sacrifice and worship the Dragon King?"

The boy suddenly broke out in a cold sweat with fright, and his whole body trembled, but he didn't know how to respond.

He thought that this was an opportunity to show his literary brilliance and become famous, but he knew that it would threaten his life.

With this experience, he dared to show his face there.

But the prefect named but couldn't help but respond, if he shirked it, he would be even more faceless, and immediately the scholar suddenly sighed, covered his stomach and said: "Xiaosheng's stomach hurts so much, Xiaosheng is afraid that he is seriously ill, and now he is so uncomfortable, Xiaosheng wants to see a doctor......

"......" Everyone looked at him strangely.

"Die, you piece of shit. ”

The prefect was furious and kicked the scholar.

The scholar fell to the ground and did not get up, and continued to wail, "Xiaosheng is really in pain, he is going to die, he is going to die." ”

"Take this waste down, and turn back to his reputation. The prefect's face was extremely ugly.

Hearing this, the scholar who pretended to be dead stood up again and said, "Lord Prefect, Xiaosheng's illness is no longer harmed, please wait a while, Xiaosheng will board the treasure temple and burn the sacrificial text to worship the Dragon King." ”

"Don't force it. The prefect gritted his teeth and said.

The scholar said righteously: "Never reluctantly, this is a righteous act, and there is no regret in a hundred deaths." ”

"Very well, let's give it a try. The prefect's face calmed slightly.

The scholar immediately strode towards the treasure temple with a heroic and righteous look, and the wide sleeves swayed, looking full of chic.

But before he had gone far, he saw something fly out of his sleeve.

"Brother, please stay, your sacrificial text seems to have dropped. Suddenly, someone reminded.

"Really?"

The scholar was shocked, hurriedly looked left and right, and saw that the sacrificial text really fell in the rain, and immediately said sadly: "It seems that Xiaosheng's life is too shallow, and he can't even enter the gate of the treasure temple, it is really providence, providence." ”

"Fart providence, you waste still dare to talk nonsense here, I really think that this official is blind, it is obvious that you deliberately threw out the sacrificial text. ”

The prefect was furious at this time, and rushed out of the grass shed as if he were beating this scholar.

"Your Excellency is angry, there is a torrential rain outside, and there will be thunder and lightning, and your lordship must not leave the grass hut. The messengers on the left and right hurriedly grabbed the prefect.

The prefect roared angrily, "This official must get rid of this waste's reputation, must." ”

The scholar was frightened and picked up the sacrificial text on the ground and ran away, only praying that there were many scholars here, and the prefect did not know who his surname was, so he could not change his reputation.

"Who else, who else wants to climb the treasure temple again?" the prefect shouted to the other scholars when he saw that the waste had run away.

The other scholars were still dodging left and right, and no one answered.

"In the end, it is inevitable to take this trip, but it's okay, sooner or later, you have to meet the Dragon King of Wujiang, just today. ”

Li Xiuyuan sighed in his heart, and stood up at this time and said, "My lord, I'll go." ”

The prefect wanted to scold again when he saw that no one answered, but when he saw a scholar come out, he immediately swallowed his words, and then looked at him suspiciously, but saw that this person was tall, handsome and extraordinary, his temperament was different from that of ordinary scholars, and there was no fear in his eyes, and the anger in his heart calmed down a lot.

"You go, I don't think I've seen the sacrificial text you wrote. ”

Li Xiuyuan said: "Why do you need to sacrifice the text, when the mind arrives, the dragon king will appear." ”

"Okay, I'll give you a try. The prefect nodded, anyway, he didn't go to the altar by himself, it didn't matter who he went.

Li Xiuyuan didn't say much, just gave a salute and strode towards the treasure temple.

"Brother Li, watch out, it's windy and rainy. Ning Caichen shouted.

"Guorong rest assured, I'm fine. Li Xiuyuan said.

"......" Ning Caichen said: "I don't call Guorong, Xiaosheng is called Ning Caichen." ”

"Don't worry about the little details. Li Xiuyuan smiled, and disappeared into the treasure temple very openly.