After this small turmoil, it didn't take long for the altar of Zhenyang County to recruit talents and seek rain.

Because this matter is related to the people's livelihood and the gods and ghosts, Peng Xiangpu, the lord of Zhenyang County, who read the poetry and books of the sages, did not take the stage to make any formal opening speech, but just stood up and bowed and invited the first master to come up to the stage to ask for rain.

When the first warlock ascended the high altar with the fluttering sleeves of his robe and began to rearrange the direction of the Yugang Bucket according to the secret technique of the sect, the chatter among the onlookers quickly subsided. After a while, there was silence in the countryside in front of the Dragon King Temple, and everyone turned their eyes to the high platform in front of them.

Like everyone else, Xingyan was staring intently at the altar at the moment, watching how the Dao Costume Mage with Eguan Bo was busy in an orderly manner. Not long after, this Taoist priest who had been recruited began to shuttle back and forth in the direction of the Nine Palaces and Seven Yao. While walking, he also chanted the mantra of praying for rain.

When the mage on the altar was chanting in a low voice, all the officials and people who were watching did not dare to come out one by one, for fear that if there was any noise accidentally, it would interfere with the mysterious chanting of the mage on the stage.

This kind of breath-holding concentration was maintained until the Taoist master stepped down.

"Failed. ”

Seeing him walk back to his seat with a red face and a word, he knew that the rain prayer just now had failed.

It seems that it is not easy to ask for some rain from God.

Similarly, none of the four or five warlock mages who went up after that, whether they used talismans, spells, or pills to assist, still did not succeed.

As a result, those people who were originally very pious gradually relaxed when they saw that they had been fruitless for a long time. After a while, low voices began to echo in the crowd.

After the delay and tossing of the first six mages, not only did not see a drop of rain in the clouds, but the head hanging above his head at the moment became brighter and brighter. The blazing sun is radiating scorching heat unscrupulously to these unobstructed people on the earth. As soon as the light shone on it, even the peeled log on which the Dharma platform was built shone with the light of white flowers, which made people's hearts panic and their eyes glazed.

At this moment, they even felt that as soon as they raised their hands and turned around, their clothes would grind into a "stinging" sound with the dry air around them. As a result, a wave of disappointment is gradually spreading among the people in front of them.

In this bleak and gloomy cloud, this seventh mage who came to the stage to ask for rain was still very confident. This Taoist leader, who was about forty years old, flew up to the altar majestically, holding a peachwood sword, and shouted loudly to the disappointed people:

"Folks, don't be annoyed! Today, I am a Zhimu Daoist, so I will show up my cultivation and make every effort to use the unique knowledge of our Empty Water Dao Sect - Innate Yin Lei Shadow Cutting Fu Water**!"

Hearing his confident shout, as well as this long spell name, it seemed that there was a bit of a doorway, so the people in the audience, as well as the Zhenyang County Lord Peng who had already been seven or eight points discouraged, cheered up again to see if this Zhimu Daoist had the ability to return to heaven.

I saw that after Zhimu Daoren said this, he raised his sword at the same time, and danced in the nine Qingshui Gang Dou, making many strange movements that had never been seen before. Accompanied by his dancing sword and drawing talismans, the two little Taoist boys who came with him also rang the bell on the side, striking the beat for the strange screams of their uncle.

At first, the sound of the bell chime was unhurried, but when the strange roar in the mouth of Shiki Dao became more and more sharp, the two Dao boys knocked more and more urgently. In the end, in a burst of rapid rain, the nine talismans were glued to the peach wood sword in Zhimu Dao's hand, and they suddenly turned into nine clear lights, and with a few "swishs", they flew into the nine clear water gangs on the stage.

At this moment, everyone looked towards the platform again, and saw the Shimu Daoist, standing with his head held high, pointing at Tiannan, as if he was reciting some scripture in a low and urgent manner. Gradually, where he and the two little Taoist boys were standing, it was as if they were immersed in water, and they began to shake a little. With the chanting of the mantra, it seems that a wall of water is being erected on the high platform, and then the ridge and eaves of the Dragon King Temple are gradually blurred and fluctuate!

"There's a door!"

Like most others, when he saw this strange situation, he suddenly had a lot of hope in his heart, just waiting to see if some rain could fall from the sky.

Of course, not everyone has such expectations. Fan Chuan, who was next to Xingyan, saw this strange situation on the stage, but he was not moved at all, and only thought contemptuously in his heart:

"Well, this man's spell is also considered the Five Thunder Righteous Method, and in normal times, he must not be sprinkled with some rain. It's just that now that the god is here, he can only do nothing. In the end, I can only succeed in praying for rain!"

Thinking of this, this originally calm and unusually calm monster seemed to be a little excited and nervous.

Not to mention the change of mind in the heart of this demon god, not to mention that the Zhimu Daoist who cast the Five Thunder Righteous Law waited for a long time on the stage, and the sword in his hand was so sore that his arms were sore, but he still couldn't see a cloud flying.

After a while, just when most people were still looking forward to it, they suddenly saw this Zhimu Daoist who had always been full of energy, suddenly lowered the wooden sword in his hand, and his whole body instantly relaxed, and after a long breath, he arched his hand to the stage, and said with a wry smile:

"Please forgive the poor for being incompetent. This time is probably providential, and it seems that it is not humanly possible. ”

After that, he took the two boys and walked down the stage calmly. Naturally, as he left, the distorted vision on the platform vanished.

Seeing Zhimu's words and deeds, most of the people in the audience were gloomy.

However, while Xingyan was annoyed by the head of Shiki Road in the audience, he also felt a little strange. Because, if these previous rain mages dared to respond to the official example, they would not be completely uncertain people, and they saw their methods just now, and they were not like vain people who came to try their luck. But why are all these prayers for rain actually nothing?

"Could it be that this Zhenyang drought is really God's anger, and no one can save it?"

As soon as he thought of this possibility, the young man, who was originally a little lacking in confidence, was even more shaken at this time.

Just when he was confused, Fan Chuan, a young Taoist next to him, was sitting precariously and did not move at all, but he seemed to see all the thoughts in the young man's heart like a mirror. Suddenly, an imperceptible sneer crept up at the corner of Fan Chuan's mouth.

Just when these two people who were close at hand had their own hearts, the eighth rain-seeking priest also came to the stage. However, for this mage, he was also powerless, and after hastily completing all the procedures, he went down to the altar and returned to his seat in a hot and dry air.

If there were still some illusions in my heart before, then by this time, the thousands of soldiers and civilians present were already completely desperate.

It seems that this catastrophe in the county should be a disaster from God, not something that can be redeemed by these alchemists' spells. The officials and people of Hexian County also have to check their respective merits and sincerely beg for forgiveness from God, which is the right way.

Seeing the eighth warlock coming down and feeling the change in the field, Fan Chuan was happy in his heart:

"Ha, it's finally my turn! Folks, Zhenyang, I'm going to open your eyes today and see how this god 'begs for rain'!"

Thinking of more than a dozen things that he has been thinking about for more than a dozen days, it will become a reality in the blink of an eye, Rao is a god and monster with an extraordinary background, and he can't help but shake his heart at this moment.

After calming down, Fan Chuan was about to get up, but suddenly heard a shout next to the Dharma platform coming clearly:

"Fan Daoye, please stay for a while. The county magistrate has invited the tenth Zhang Xingyan and Zhang Daochang to come to the stage first!"

"Uh, what's going on?!"

Hearing this, the god who was about to show his skills was stunned. looked at the county lord not far away, but saw the clear-eyed county justice and said to himself with a smile:

"This strong man, please let Daochang Zhang come to the stage first. Zhang Daochang, he has been living in my mansion for a few days, and the county knows that he is very powerful, so it is better to let him do it first. After all, everyone has been waiting so long......"

Peng Xiangong's implication is that instead of letting the onlookers sweat and waste time on the mages in the stands doing useless work, it is better to let the people of the Tao come to ask for rain first. He was about to be annoyed, but after thinking about it, he respectfully shook his head, pressed his figure, and acquiesced to the advance of the people who were ranked behind him.

Seeing Fan Chuan's response, Peng Xiangpu was also very happy in his heart, and said secretly:

"Hmm, don't look at this Taoist priest's rough face, but it's quite knowledgeable!"

At this time, he let Xingyan ascend the altar early, but it was not out of selfishness. At this juncture, Peng County Gong had long forgotten about Zhang Bang's request for a virtuous woman to marry a daughter, and now he only hoped that there would be a real warlock with strong spells who could ask for some rain for the soldiers and civilians of Hexian County.

Seeing Peng Gong's expectations, he couldn't be humble, so he stood up, waved at the young Taoist beside him, and said apologetically:

"Brother Dao, I'm sorry. Then I'll give it a try. ”

"It's okay, Brother Dao, please. ”

Fan Chuan replied quietly, not annoyed in his heart:

"Ha~ With the previous preparations, who else can ask for rain besides me today? Just right, you can watch more scenes and see how this nosy stinky boy makes a fool of himself!"

Xingyan didn't know his unscrupulous thoughts, but he still praised in his heart:

"Yes, yes, this burly Daoist brother is also broad-minded!"

While thinking, he walked towards the altar. Naturally, the two girls followed him all the way and went to the altar with him to pray for rain.

When they walked up to the stage and stood in a good position, the onlookers were stunned and amazed when they saw it:

"Huh, why is it that the little girl is the main of these three?"

It turned out that the three of them went up to the high platform, and they didn't care about what Qing Shui Gang Dou was, but according to the method agreed before, Qiong Wei stood in front of the stage, pretending to recite the incantation, while the remaining two stood behind her, Xingyan played the flute, and Xue Yi held a dripping eaves, as the Lingzhen of the two auxiliary wings.

The reason for putting on such a posture is that the master of the Four Seas Hall thinks that although he wants to use the divine flute to blow out the "feng shui guide" to ask for rain, if it is really time to ask for rain, he rushes to the stage and comes to a flute song, which is likely to make people who don't know the truth think that they are here to perform arts. So, according to the young man's surname, after some pondering, Xingyan decided to let a person recite the mantra casually in front, and he himself took the opportunity to blow out the "Feng Shui Yin" behind him, which was also decent.

Originally, the person who recited the spell wanted Xue Yi to take responsibility, but who knew that the little girl thought it was funny, so she recommended herself and tried her best to pester her brother to take this matter. Seeing that she was attentive, she really knew some small spells of splashing water, and Xingyan finally agreed to her. So, after cheering, the little girl was forced by her brother to memorize a large number of poems pretending to be a mantra for rain with a bitter face.

Therefore, now on this high platform, I saw a little girl who was eleven or twelve years old, shaking her little head and reciting the scriptures crisply. After turning around, the little girl stopped from time to time, put her hand against her jade cheek, thought about it, and then continued to carry it down. Just listen to her say like this:

“...... Self-overturned, clouds of oil. When the manna rains, the soil can be swam. Nourishment, nourishment...... Well, it's moisturizing, why don't you have it!hee~...... There are also six ears of Jiagu, I have a lot of money, and I have a lot of savings...... It is not only the rain, but also moisturizing, and not the only everywhere, I am full of it. All things are bustling, and the mountains are small, and I hope my brother will come to ......"

The more he recited it, the more vague and the content became more and more out of tune, when it reached the ears of someone in the audience, there was a burst of joy in his heart, and he couldn't help but be more eager to see how the hateful little Taoist priest made a fool of himself.

No matter how contemptuous others were, in the midst of Xiao Qiongwei's recitation, Xingyan took the Shenxue jade flute and began to play the song of the Buyu Fairy passed on by the Four Blasphemy Goddesses. So, at the beginning, the citizens of Zhenyang County, who were attracted most of their attention by the cute appearance of the little girl's school class, only to find that a leisurely flute sound had echoed in the sky above their heads.

"Yo, it seems that these little men and women also have some Taoism, similar to Zhimu Daoye just now, and they also use musical instruments to assist in their practice. ”

Although he didn't have much hope, at this time, he said that these young people made the people of Zhenyang refreshed, and they almost all had the same thoughts as the Huhai Sanren, and only watched this ritual on the spot.

Unlike these people with a relaxed mentality, after the flute music full of clouds and rain is played, with the gentle sound of the song, Xingyan feels more and more weird. Somehow, at this moment, there was a trace of absurdity in his heart, as if he was just fighting with that village man, as each flute flew out of the divine tube, there seemed to be a nameless force in the heavens and the earth, constantly fighting and pulling with these spiritual sound fairy sounds! It seems that if he wins, it will rain, and if he is not good, there will be no water!

"Is this the power of the Divine?"

Xingyan changed his mind in his heart, but the fairy song in his mouth was not ready to stop. The young man from a poor family knew how important rain was to the civilians in the dry land, so he felt the emergence of this antagonistic force, although he didn't deliberately think about it in his heart, but subconsciously he had already used the Taihua Dao power, and he was engrossed in the Dragon Palace Immortal Song, as if he wanted to compete with the divine power that filled the heavens and the earth.

As a result, on the Zhenshui River, which winds for hundreds of miles in Zhenyang County, the water surface that was originally as quiet as an ancient well has undergone changes that are difficult for ordinary people to impercept:

The vast surface of the river, which was originally covered with an invisible giant membrane, was violently dancing on the boundary between water and air, and the fierce situation was as if there was a-for-tat god under the water and in the air, constantly tearing and confronting there.

As the hundreds of millions of waves became more and more intense, slowly, the soft and winding music that reached everyone's ears gradually brought some killing sounds. The young man who had devoted himself to fighting the drought demon unconsciously used the pleasure of the divine comedy "Water Dragon Yin", and one by one the notes with endless magic power, flowing with abundant Taihua Dao power, rushed out of the frost jade pipe, and rushed towards the vast heaven, earth, mountains and rivers in front of him.

The hall master of the four seas, who had only used the Four Blasphemy spells twice, was so clear about the meaning of the Divine Comedy that it seemed to have been engraved in his heart, and when he was fighting against the invisible giant hand between heaven and earth, invisibly and unintentionally, these four blasphemy dragon gods were used to doing clouds and helping rain, and they were being easily brought by the young man, and they were integrated into the Dragon Maiden Fairy Song without a trace.

When he was circulating in Taihua and trying his best to cast a divine spell, he resolutely recited in his heart:

"No matter what kind of gods and monsters it is, I will say that I will rain some rain on this disaster-stricken Zhenyang!"

At this time, Xiao Qiongwei, who had been chanting the scriptures indiscriminately, also stopped and concentrated on admiring her brother's little song.

"Is this ......?!"

Fan Chuan, the "scattered man from the lake and the sea" who was waiting to see the joke, heard this strange voice on the stage, but he was shocked for a moment!

Just when Fan Chuan was in doubt, Xingyan cast the spell with all his might, regardless of it. I don't know if it's impulsive or chivalrous, when I enter this realm of resistance, the persistence in the young man's bones that has not been revealed for a long time is suddenly revealed. At this moment, what heavenly punishment and what kind of divine comedy after exhausting his strength have been left behind by him.

Therefore, in the sound of the roar of the water dragon, which is both strong and soft, not only the townspeople and women of the towns and villages in the four towns and eight miles all began to worship, but even the high sky and clouds thousands of miles away, feeling this strange sound, also rushed and converged from all directions towards this cloud sky.

At this moment, the Huhai Sanren, who was cut into the queue by the awakening words, suddenly covered his stomach in the sound of the flute, and vomited in his mouth, as if he was about to vomit. Seeing this situation, the middle-aged Taoist priest, who was ranked eighth, hurriedly asked with concern:

"Brother Dao, it doesn't matter, is it a bad stomach in the morning?"

I was caring, but I saw that next to the ears and nose of this young Taoist, a burst of white mist was thick, as if there was a bubbling cloud of smoke coming out of it!

Just as heaven and man were fighting, suddenly, someone shouted:

"It's raining, it's raining!"

At first, the astonishing shouts were only scattered, but after a while, more people reacted and shouted excitedly.

Therefore, the cheers of these people who have been in drought for a long time and have been raining from the bottom of their hearts came out from the high platform of the Dragon King Temple, from the wilderness on the outskirts of Zhenyang City, from all corners of Zhenyang's thousands of villages and towns, and finally gathered in one place, which should be accompanied by the spring thunder rolling in the sky, rushing along the thousands of miles of Zhenshui River towards the endless distance.

"Is this Tianshui?"

Feeling the cool moistness on his cheeks, listening to the excited cheers of men, women and children beside him, but some Zhenyang people still can't believe that the long-lost spring rain is really coming at this moment!

The rain, like fog and melancholy, soaked the dreams of the spring girl, stopped the footsteps of the merchants, and flew into the scholar's book window, moistening the dry inkstone. In the blink of an eye, the dry fields were already covered with wheat rain and a fine blue wind; on the half-dried surface of the Zhenshui River, the drizzle was drizzling and misty, and the water was full of clouds. Precisely:

The wind blows the new green spring fields, and the apricots are drizzling in front of the peaches.

The fragrance is like wine, and the drunken orchid piece is given to the fairy.

Bathed in such a boundless drizzle, the soft Xueyi girl on the high platform is exhaling like an orchid, fragrant skin and snow. Seeing that the hall master successfully summoned the rain, the officials and people in the audience were thunderous again, and the plum blossom fairy was also full of joy. In the bright eyes, I saw that in the cold and lonely place outside the crowd, the sorrowful drizzle was infiltrating an orchid-like woman, holding an elegant oil-paper umbrella, accompanying her mother by the sedan car, staring at this side in a daze.

Somehow, the girl in Qingling, when she saw the young lady and the lady, thought of the list text, and her cheeks flushed.

When he was ashamed like a peach blossom dipped in water, he heard a joyful sigh not far from the audience:

"Wonderful! Happy! It's all up to Zhang Xian's nephew's Dao power to reach the sky. In my north, there is a 'Rui Xue Feng New Year', but in the south, it is 'spring rain is as precious as oil'......"

Hearing this admiration, and then thinking of the "Thousand Mountains Cold Snow Map" in the Peng Mansion study, Kou Xueyi was stunned for a moment, as if she had thought of something, and then hesitated for a moment, then pulled out the green wood hairpin in the hair, walked lightly, turned her waist tactfully, and danced towards the Quartet.

So, with a flick of her jade hand, the slightest drizzle in the wilderness on the outskirts of the city in front of her turned into crystal white snow, flying between the heavens and the earth within a radius of more than ten zhang.

"I ...... Is this a dream?"

Seeing such a fantastic snow scene, the Peng County Duke who was in Zizi was speechless, and those Lingnan people who had never seen snowflakes until today were even more surprised and delighted, as if they had fallen for the gods and demons of the nightmare!

"Haha! I didn't think Xue Yi would be fun~ Wonderful!"

Seeing this scene, he was amazed by Xingyan, and he succeeded in begging for rain with a mixture of songs, and he was not attacked by backlash, nor was he thundered by the sky, and now he is in a good mood!

It's just that the young man who only cares about happiness doesn't notice that among these happy people with different expressions, there is one person with a blue face......

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