Ye Chen flew along the border of the Ulan Empire, and did not find anything abnormal along the way.

Under normal circumstances, he would not bother with the trivial things that the government and the army could handle. As an envoy of the Heavenly Void Inspector, he will only take action if he discovers that there are evil cultivators causing chaos in the secular realm under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Void Gate, or if the monks of the enemy country appear in the territory and try to assassinate them, and the court and the government cannot deal with them.

This is quite in line with Ye Chen's mind, he only flies and patrols for two hours a day, and the rest of the time he avoids the crowds, chooses to cultivate in a remote place in the mountains, improves his cultivation, and masters three middle-level spells.

Stay in each place for only one day and leave the next day.

Although Ye Chen was looking for a remote mountain place, there were also mountain woodcutters living in the mountains. I heard the thunder and lightning roaring in the clear sky and the howling of the whirlwind in the mountains.

A few brave woodcutters wanted to see what was going on, and they waded through mountains and rivers to the place where the thunder roared, and they were immediately stunned.

I saw a small mountain range, a whirlwind blowing through the dense jungle, a huge ancient tree the thickness of a human waist fell, torn into pieces, the ground was scorched by the violent thunder and lightning, and the ground and branches were left with large pieces of broken ice that had not yet melted, and the eyes were full of devastation.

This was the case in only a small area, and the rest of the surrounding area was undamaged.

The foolish man couldn't help but be frightened, he didn't know which side of the gods and monsters left traces, so he hurriedly bowed dozens of times and left in a hurry. All kinds of strange rumors spread, and deep in the mountains, there were many forbidden places that woodcutters did not dare to go to easily.

Ye Chen naturally didn't know about this.

Months passed.

Ye Chen came to a state and county on the border of the Ulan Empire, and he found that the weather was getting hotter and hotter.

With his cultivation, he felt some heat invading his body, and every noon, when the scorching sun was in the sky, he had to find a cool place to rest on the ground.

"The fire aura seems to be getting stronger and stronger!"

Ye Chen stretched out his hand, feeling the changes in the aura of heaven and earth, and frowned.

Generally, the aura in the air is relatively stable, and the aura of the five elements is balanced, and there will be no one that is particularly strong. However, when he entered the territory of this state and county, he obviously felt that the fire aura in the air was a little thicker than the other aura.

As he entered the state, he was shocked.

He was shocked to see that there were thousands of miles of plains in the prefecture and county, and the rice fields did not grow an inch of seedlings. Rivers of all sizes have almost dried up, and even if there is water, it is thinner than a stream. Fishing boats on both sides of the river are almost stranded on the river beach, and the riverbed is cracked.

"Great drought!

When Ye Chen saw the situation on the ground, his heart couldn't help but sink.

Normally, if there is a drought, this is something that the government needs to deal with, and he doesn't need to pay attention to it. Although he was a monk in the foundation building period, he couldn't stop such a catastrophe. Don't talk about him, even if the head of the Tianxu Sect is here, he is just fine.

But seeing such a great drought, how could he be indifferent.

He was originally from a small family in Wuguo. They are all the more aware of the disastrous consequences of such a thousand-mile drought on civilians.

For the huge Ulan Empire, a drought of thousands of miles in a state and county will not shake the country's foundation. If it were a small country, it would be almost annihilated, and at least millions of civilians would be affected.

"Every time there is a great calamity, there will be great chaos, and demons take the opportunity to cause trouble. Alright, natural disasters cannot be avoided, but ** try to be as few as possible. I've been patrolling the Ulan Empire for a few months, and I'm just walking around, and I haven't done anything yet! I might as well check the drought situation, lest there be an even greater disaster after the drought!"

The patrol task of the Xianmen is very simple, as long as you walk in the secular realm, it will be regarded as the contribution of the Xianmen. If you do a few things, according to the degree of difficulty, you can increase the contribution of the Xianmen.

Ye Chen thought about it for a long time, and the light of the flying sword flickered, and it flew down towards a densely populated town on the ground below

Xingzhou County, one of the dozens of prefectures and counties of the Ulan Empire, is located on the edge of the empire, far from the Ulan Imperial City.

For a vast secular empire, Xingzhou County was clearly an insignificant state county. If something big happens in Xingzhou County, I am afraid it will take a year and a half to reach the ears of the people of the imperial city.

Xingcheng, the capital of Xingzhou County, is also the central and prosperous area of the entire Xingzhou County. It was home to the most prosperous businesses in the prefecture and county, heavily garrisoned, and stockpiled large quantities of grain and grass.

Although the entire state and county were seriously affected, starvation was everywhere, and the victims who were seriously affected and almost starved to death occupied various county seats, grabbed granaries, and rebellious soldiers and grass robbers swarmed up, pulling up flagpoles to stand up as the king of grass, but the capital of Xingcheng was still impregnable, prosperous in business, and maintained its prosperity on the surface.

It's just that the drought is getting worse day by day, and the people in Xingcheng are panicking. No one knows how long the apparent prosperity of Xingcheng will last. The day when the capital ran out of food, and the day when the thieves surrounded it, I am afraid that it was the day when the great disaster of Xingcheng came.

In the entire state and county, whether it is the county royal family, officials and generals, or ordinary people, the top priority that is most concerned is undoubtedly asking for rain.

Of course, ordinary people do not have the ability to ask for rain.

Those who have this ability are all capable people and worldly masters.

The capital of Xingcheng, the county lord's mansion, and the gate of the city, announcements were posted everywhere.

Widely invite Taoist priests, monks, and capable people in the prefecture and county, or hold rituals, or offer advice, to solve the disaster. Regardless of the method, as long as the drought in the state and county can be solved, the county government will reward ten thousand taels of gold and ten thousand horses of silk and cloth.

There will be brave men under the great reward.

A large group of Taoist priests and monks from all over Xingzhou County came to the county government to serve and open altars to pray for rain and eliminate disasters for the county government.

The Taoist monks all wanted to swallow this fat food alone, and rushed to open the heavenly altar and hold a large-scale ceremony. In order to compete for this ritual, the two factions quarreled endlessly and quarreled.

The government simply asked them to set up altars, and whoever could ask for rain would be rewarded.

The Taoist monks in the east of the city, each set up an altar to hold a ritual, dozens of days, consumed countless silver, but was stunned not to ask for half a drop of rain.

Some low-level officials in Xingcheng and many ordinary people came one after another, looking forward to watching this ceremony. But the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. It's been so long, and it hasn't rained.

The Taoist monks couldn't sit still, and they accused each other, and the chickens flew and the dogs jumped, and there was a lot of trouble

Ye Chen collected his sword and flew down on the outskirts of Xingcheng.

He is not clear about the situation in Xingzhou County, and he does not want to reveal his identity directly. The officials' best skill is to deceive their superiors and subordinates, and if he goes to the government of his county to learn about the disaster situation as an envoy of the Heavenly Void, he will not want to find out the situation in this state and county.

Ye Chen found a secular Taoist temple in the suburbs, knocked out a low-level little Taoist priest, changed into a gray Taoist robe, and turned into an ordinary Taoist priest. Ye Chen looked at himself, and there was no flaw.

He silently used the Breathing Technique, cultivated his foundation building period, and greatly suppressed it to the Qi refining period. so as not to be seen through the strength of the scattered monks in Xingzhou County.

He then headed for Xingcheng.

Xingcheng, a suburb outside the city gate, under the scorching sun.

Two huge altars were erected, on which were placed various sacrificial objects.

Thousands of Taoist priests and thousands of monks worship the heavens at their respective altars.

Around the altar, a large group of soldiers armed with knives and guns guarded it.

But the insults and insults were endless.

"Asking for rain requires strong mana, and even more so sincerity. It is enough for the government to invite me to look at the sky, and you monks just intervene. How could my spell not work when I was looking at the heavens?! It wasn't that you wild monks were making trouble and messing with the aura of heaven and earth! When the aura was in chaos, it would naturally be difficult for this rain to fall. ”

"The Tianluo Sutra of my Tianluo Temple can pray for the blessings of the living, exceed for the dead, eliminate catastrophes and disasters, and drought is not a problem. If it weren't for the fact that you are looking at the heavens and making peace here, the rain would have come long ago, and you wouldn't have manifested your spirits!"

"My Buddha is merciful, saving the suffering and saving the suffering! But you dead Taoist priests, regardless of the life or death of the people, forcibly destroy the Dharma, and after death, you must go to hell and be reincarnated as pigs and dogs for all eternity! Haha, only by wholeheartedly believing in my Buddha can you get rid of great suffering and great compassion in the next life!"

"Ahh ”

"Bastard, you dare to slander my Buddha, no wonder you can't ask for rain, your monk and grandfather fought with you!"

Two groups of Taoist priests and monks wearing different costumes, across the altar, were full of anger, rolled up their sleeves, pointed at each other's noses and scolded each other, eager to rush over and beat each other.

If it weren't for a large group of soldiers guarding the altar around to prevent anyone from destroying the rituals, I'm afraid these two groups of Taoist priests and monks would have fought a long time ago.

The low-level officials and people of Zhongxing City who were watching around were dumbfounded. They can't tell who is right and who is wrong. It's just that all of them are very reasonable, and it seems that no one is wrong.

These two groups of thousands of Taoist priests and monks are clearly distinguished, and each has a leader.

It is the master of Chaotian Temple, Master Confucius, and the presiding monk Wu of Tianluo Temple.

On the altar of Chaotianguan, Immortal Master Kong was wet with sweat, his eyes were irritable, and he looked at the sky from time to time, looking worried and uneasy. The sun was shining in the sky, the sun was scorching, and the ground was almost smoking.

The earth is still like this, let alone people.

The Taoist monks outside the city were sunburned one by one as if they had been boiled with eggplants. Don't look at the noisy, but it has long been sunburned and has no strength, and only the kung fu of bickering remains.

A few small Taoist priests next to Kong Xianshi held large umbrellas to shield Kong Xianshi from the scorching sun.

"Master, looking at this ghost weather, I'm afraid it's very likely that it will be exposed to the sun for a few more months, and it's hard to ask for rain! If you can't ask for rain all the time, will it make the county lord angry. Kill us all?"

One of the little Taoist priests said in an extremely low voice of concern.

"Shut up!"

Immortal Master Kong suddenly struck a spirit, and glared at the little Taoist priest fiercely, "This master is a true immortal who has attained the Dao, who dares to touch a cold hair of this master, and is not afraid of five thunders from the sky! The county lord is just a mortal, how dare he touch this immortal master!"

"But we have collected the money! Collect money and money to eliminate disasters for others, Master, we can't eliminate this disaster!"

The little Taoist priest shrank his neck.

"Hmph, the county lord just spent a mere 200,000 taels of silver to ask me to do a ritual of praying for rain! With such a small amount of money, he wants to eliminate the drought of thousands of miles in the entire Xingzhou County?

Immortal Master Kong said disdainfully, and looked fiercely at another altar not far away. What he remembered was that the monk Wu of Luo Temple came to rob him of the silver that day. Originally, a ritual of 400,000 taels was divided into 200,000 taels. This annoyed him greatly.

(To be continued)