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Everyone looked at Li Changshu closely, only to see him frown for a while before looking up and saying.

"Well, it's three days. Within three days, all of our villagers, regardless of men, women and children, will come to offer incense, and we must be absolutely sincere and not slack. If someone does not come in the past three days, or half-heartedly goes to another place to offer incense and ask for rain, then we are not sincere enough, and if it does not rain at that time, we will suffer ourselves. ”

"If we do it well and it doesn't rain, everyone said, I, Li Changlan, will be the first to smash this idol and throw this idol into the pit!"

"How?"

When everyone heard this, they felt justified, and their anger suddenly subsided, and they all responded.

"Good!"

"Don't promise quickly! Don't spoil the porridge with a mouse droppings! Remember, the rain is everyone's business -- not your own! Don't take it seriously and think that our brothers are joking!" Li Dadao once again reminded everyone in a loud and solemn voice this time, and also poured cold water on everyone by the way, now that it is hot, many people are willing to wilt at home.

"That's it!" the villagers agreed in unison.

"Okay, old man, this old bone is also fighting!" Muramasa hit the ground with a crutch and made a binding sound.

On a big mulberry tree in front of the Li family brothers not far from here, Ao Yan opened his eyes, stretched his waist, and smiled on his face.

He looked at the bustling villagers, and then at the meditation venerable temple, and said secretly: "Now, look at how you fight with me." ”

With that, he jumped off the tree and walked towards Xiangliu Village.

Halfway back, Fu Zhao in Ao Yan's mind began to tremble.

Bursts of incense frantically poured in, like clouds constantly wrapped in Fu Zhao, it turned out that some villagers who believed in ghosts and gods had gone to the shrine in advance to offer incense, and there were quite a few of them.

The change stopped, and a smile appeared at the corner of Ao Yan's mouth.

"One hundred and ninety-two incense, not bad. He nodded, and his mind began to flicker.

Now Xiangliu Village's own temple is expanding, and the expansion is only to build a circle of walls outside the original temple, and the original temple is regarded as the main hall, and the format of the building itself is still an imitation of the Taoist temple and the compound.

Although the construction process will affect the income of incense, the impact is not large, and there is still a hundred income per day.

One hundred on the side of Xiangliu Village plus one hundred on the side of Lijia Village, at the end of the day, I already have more than two hundred incense, and in the next three days, there will be at least three hundred incense in Lijia Village every day, plus one hundred in Xiangliu Village, then there will be at least four hundred incense in one day.

If you continue to count in this way, by the third day, you will have 1,040 incense.

If you don't look for some good things to do, your merit will not rise, so it seems that you are only one step away from being promoted to the ninth grade, but in fact it is still far away, in such a big place, there are no good things to do for you every day.

The rain that was given to the villagers before was also due to his own scheming, and the Heavenly Dao did not recognize it as a good deed.

"Well, with a thousand fourteen incense, I can do a lot of things. Ao Yan clenched his fists, and began to think of various scenes of ignition and great increase in strength in his mind.

Then everything was as Ao Yan thought, and the incense skyrocketed.

In the temple of the Venerable Venerable, the incense burner in front of the statue of the Arhat, there was only one incense stick erected for two days.

This incense was ordered by the great monk himself.

"Still no one comes to offer incense?"

The next afternoon, the great monk came back from nowhere and asked the little novice in front of the statue of the Arhat.

Little Novice clasped his hands together and did not speak, he bowed, his eyes glancing at the original shrine facing the door, where many people were still offering incense, and incense was curling.

Following the gaze of the little novice, the great monk also looked over, and asked after a long time, "That donor is still in the village?"

The little novice said, "Back to Master, I am still at the house of those two brothers." ”

The great monk nodded, signaling that the little novice could go down, while he sat quietly on the futon and began to knock on the wooden fish, but his eyes were cold and straight, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At the same time, Li Changgun's house.

"Miaozhu, what should I do now? It's almost okay, right?" Li Dadao asked eagerly.

"Big brother, don't worry, presumably the old man has already explained, let's listen to the temple arrangements quietly. Li Changshu sat down in Ao Yan's lower hand and said.

Ao Yan's eyes were slightly closed, and the big horse golden knife sat in the hall, holding the teacup in his hand and slowly pushing the tea leaves with the tea lid.

I blew it, took a sip, and after a long aftertaste, I opened my eyes and said, "At noon the day after tomorrow, you will look at the statue in the shrine." If it rains, the gods will naturally have tears in their eyes, and you must remember that everything is based on this. ”

"Yes. The two brothers clasped their fists together.

"Hmm. Ao Yan nodded, had dinner at Li's house, and walked back when the sun was setting.

At this time, the night was at the beginning of the day, the sky in the west was like a fire, and the dusk moon in the east began to rise, and the sky was not very dark.

Ao Yan was rarely in a hurry to go back, as if he was like a poet who had come, and began to walk slowly out of the village, and began to walk along the river.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth were smiling.

The ditch in the south of the field had rained a little the day before yesterday, and it was damp, and the dead fish in it were even more rancid, and the smell of the smell was so bad that people couldn't stand it, and if a dead person was thrown in it, it was estimated that no one would find it.

As he walked, he had only walked five miles in an hour.

At the end of the ditch, at the entrance to the long river.

He looked at the river bed of the ditch because the silt was half a meter higher than the water level of the long river, and muttered: "Alas, this river is really dirty, and when it rains in the village, you have to comb it well, otherwise the villagers will have some difficulties in their lives in the future." ”

As he spoke, Ao Yan stretched out his hand, his five fingers were like stroking something, and he was wiping it out of thin air.

The flow of the long river, which had been relatively calm, suddenly became rapid, and the water splashed one after another, as if it was about to start a huge wave.

Suddenly, Ao Yan's five fingers were clawed, as if he was holding on to something, and the water in the river slammed into each other, and a whirlpool appeared in the turn.

His eyes were cold, the corners of his mouth were smiling, and he suddenly turned his tone and said: "After following me for so long, monk, you are also tired, come-please drink saliva!"

After finishing speaking, his hand jerked, and at the same time, he turned around and waved his arm, straight ahead.

The whirlpool in the long river suddenly pulled out a head, and a column of water that rotated in a spiral shape rose, roughly larger than a water tank, and was as long as a dragon, hovering out of thin air. Immediately after that, it roared like an arrow from a string, roaring and rushing thirty meters away.

There, a tower-like black shadow seemed to merge with the night, and suddenly stood up.

"Immeasurable-Shou Buddha!"

With a long Buddha horn, he was not in a hurry, and when he read the word "Buddha", the black shadow clasped his hands together. Hearing a crisp high-five sound of "pop", his whole body suddenly burst with golden light, and a solemn phantom appeared from him, expanding to a size of five meters in the blink of an eye, enveloping the person inside.

This is as transparent as glass, and it is the appearance of a monk in a robe sitting firmly with his hands folded, and his whole body is majestic.

It is one of the eighteen Arhats of Buddhism, meditating on Arhats, the statue of Venerable Nuo Luo!

Just when the wave of water hit, it hit it and burst open, making a humming sound, like a morning bell and a dusk drum, and the sound was endless for a long time, and the Venerable One seemed to tremble slightly.

Knock -

"The donor is a good means. ”

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