Just after the rainy season, the sky is clear, the Xiangjiang River basin in June, should be the day when the rice seedlings are planted, but this strange weather is hail, and it is seven days and seven nights, the hail the size of an egg smashes down, falls to the roof and tops the sky is a hole, can be smashed into the head, the light is the head is broken and the blood flows, the heavy is to fall to the ground and die.

No matter how bold a person is, he will not dare to go into the field to cultivate at the juncture, but he will not cultivate...... What to eat next year?

Tong Tianyang stood in the attic, looking at the entire Tongjia Village, looking at the big holes on the roof, and the whole person couldn't help but sigh deeply.

There are two sorrows in his heart, one from himself, he can't go back, he can never go back to the bright metropolis, instead of the identity of the short-lived ghost, Tong Tianyang must stand on the current identity to consider the problem, this is a society similar to the ancient feudal dynasty, for the outside to understand Tong Tianyang is completely black, the only way to survive is to hold together, and everything about himself is deeply associated with the existence in front of him.

This is Tongjia Village, and he is the speaker of Tongjia Village.

Another sorrow comes from the present, hail in June, Tong Tianyang has heard it, but like the one in front of him, it is seven days and seven nights, he really hasn't heard of it, this is no longer hail, but under the knife.

Although Tongjia Village is a well-known Jinshi Village, there are seven or eight Jinshi archways at the head of the village, but you can't take it as a meal in the coming year, miss the best sowing season, and you will be hungry next year.

"With the background of the Tong family, even if the land does not produce for three years, the clansmen will not worry about eating and drinking! But what will happen to the people from other villages? When the time comes, they will see that our Tongjia Village has food and drink, and they will have to make some trouble!

"Young Master!"

The maid Xiaoyou pushed open the outer door of the attic, and Xiaoyou, who was only thirteen years old, said in a milky voice, "The third uncle who went to the county for a meeting is back and is waiting for you downstairs!"

Tongjia is a famous Jinshi village, naturally a piece of Xiangjiang Shi clan, what a big natural disaster in the Xiangjiang River basin at present, the state pulled some people to hold a meeting, research and study how to disaster relief is still necessary, nothing more than to order money and food.

"No need, you are going to have tea and snacks, I will go down to see the third uncle now!"

The Tong family is a very old traditional family, in addition to the patriarch, there are also clan elders, family elders, the third uncle in his mouth is the Tong family left behind in the ancestral land, when Tong Tianyang did not come back, his old man is the only existence in the Tong family's village, of course, it is now.

"Third uncle!"

As soon as he went downstairs, Tong Tianyang saw the third uncle who was applying eggs to his face, "What did Zhizhou say, how should we rescue the disaster now!"

"How else can I say it, everyone has a mess, this point was understood before I set off, after all, in the face of this kind of thing, the yamen is far less effective than the temple, if I didn't go to Xinghong Temple, I don't know what kind of pit I would be!" said the third uncle with a perfunctory face.

"What news can the third uncle inquire about?"

People in this world are very superstitious, thinking that the world is composed of "people, ghosts, demons and fairies", and they have not eaten enough, and it is a sacrifice at every turn, and the object of prayer is not yet understood.

On the third day of the hail disaster, the third uncle led the people of Tongjia Village to worship the heavens.

Heaven didn't hear the call of the Tong family, he didn't know, he only knew that there was only one, the sacrificial activity was just halfway through, the hail in the sky crackled down, killing two on the spot and injuring more than a dozen, how should the hail fall in the next few days, no use for fart!

"How can it not be? The old host said, this is the evil dragon in the lock dragon well in Nanfeng County!"

Tong Tianyang smiled and said, "Third uncle, do you believe it too?"

Lock Longjing, what's it?

It really means that the dragon and snake are locked, and the earth swears that it has seen aliens, and the people who have seen dragons have gone to the sea, but there is really that thing?

"The legend of the evil dragon is true, it is recorded in the family tree, and it is recorded by my family's ancestor Tong Shukai, as a child of the Tong family, you should know that our Tong family, originally a big family in Nanfeng County, the reason why we moved here is because of the flood a hundred years ago, the flood came unusually, there was not a drop of rain in the sky in March, the water surface of the Xiangjiang River skyrocketed, no one reacted, and the flood came up!" I don't know how your father taught you, but there are some things that you can't believe in it, the genealogy has brought, don't believe it yourself!"

Seeing the third uncle's serious appearance, Tong Tianyang had to open the family tree, look through them one by one, and by the dim light, he finished the entire family tree in less than half an hour.

"In the third year of the Great Wei Dynasty, a wild dog Taoist priest appeared in Xiangjiang, who was like a vicious dog, standing in human form, and there were no chickens and dogs left wherever he passed!"

"In the nineteenth year of the Great Wei Dynasty, at the head of Nansha Village in Xiangnan, there was a nine-zhang white dragon, the dragon rested on the beach, the rainstorm was three days, the water was flooded with three zhang, and the white dragon ascended to heaven and was hidden in the clouds!"

"In the thirty-first year of the Great Wei Dynasty, there were water ghosts in the Xiangjiang River Basin, Master Xinghong went into the water to catch ghosts, thirty-seven water ghosts were captured, hung outside the Xiangjiang City, and the following year Xinghong Temple was built on the Xiangshan Mountain. ”

"In the sixty years of the Great Wei Dynasty, three years after Master Xinghong sat down, his body was not rotten or rotten, the sandalwood was elegant, and our clan gave ten taels of gold to make the golden body!

"In the one hundred and seventh year of the Great Wei Dynasty, pilgrims disappeared in the broken temple of Xiangjiang, and there were more than 30 people!"

"One hundred and ten years of the Great Wei Dynasty, the evil dragon locked the river, the rainstorm in March, the river embankment opened, the water flooded the Xiangjiang River, the top Buddhist master of Xinghong Temple, shouldered the golden body of Master Xinghong, entered the river to suppress the evil dragon, and the evil dragon was trapped in the Nanfeng lock dragon well!"

......

Line by line, piece by piece, the more Tong Tianyang looked, the more frightened he became, and the more trance-like he became.

Either the world is wrong, or he is wrong...... But the obvious answer is that he is the one who is wrong.

At least according to his knowledge, if he wants to affect the climate of a place, and an impact is a few months, this is by no means possible with technology, and the process of asking for rain has been recorded in the book, as long as it is not a famine year, it is basically every request.

"I thought that the reason why the incense of Xinghong Temple was so vigorous was because that group of old monks would deceive people, but I didn't expect that there were so many stories behind it!"

"If this world is really as recorded in the family tree, where should I go from here?"

Ten days of hail, a world of demons dancing, how should he live as a modern person?

"Tianyang, finished reading?"

The third uncle looked at the silent nephew, how could he not know what he was thinking, thinking back on his past, the third uncle also understood that it was difficult for ordinary people to understand the story in it.

"Uncle, I want to be quiet, think about it, uncle, if you have any ideas, do it, let's talk tomorrow!"

Tong Tianyang was in a very bad mood, after knowing that he couldn't go back, he wanted to be a rice worm for the rest of his life, but is this realistic?