Finding the river can only show that Li Wenjun has temporarily gotten rid of the threat of death, and whether this is a place to stay for a long time still needs to be observed.

After observing for a while, Li Wenjun frowned, he now has obvious watermarks on both sides of the river, and it can be seen that the water level here is also declining, compared with the peak time, the water level here has dropped by more than a zhang, and when he took a bath just now, the river here is no longer deep, he is standing in it, and the water can overflow his chest.

If the drought continues, it won't be long before the river dries up.

It seems that this is not a place to stay for a long time, Li Wenjun is going to find a village and town, sell the wolf skin, exchange it for some water and food, and then continue to flee the famine.

Li Wenjun climbed to the elm tree on the river embankment and stood on the treetops, looking for the location of the village and town. Soon he was now about a few miles ahead of him, and there was a road that went down the embankment, and along the way some distance there was a town.

Li Wenjun couldn't help but lift his spirits, climbed down from the tree, found a place in the shade, and fell asleep.

By the time he awoke, the sun had set in the west, and in an hour or so, it would be dark. He soaked in pee and his stomach flattened again. He lit a fire, roasted two pieces of wolf meat, and filled his stomach with the water of the river. He went over to the bushes and rolled up the dried clothes and wolf skins again.

Rolling up his luggage on his back, Li Wenjun shook up his spirits, took a big stride, and walked towards the village and town where he was now.

Walking along the path on the embankment, after walking for about half an hour, Li Wenjun quickly walked at the intersection of the road leading directly to the village and town.

This is the place where the villagers threshed and dried the grain.

There are a lot of wheat stacks around the barn field, and there are many children on the wheat stacks, pointing to the middle of the barn one by one, giggling and laughing.

In the barn, there are also quite a few people.

The focus in the barn is an old way.

This Taoist priest wearing an apricot-yellow gossip robe, looks like a master of fairy wind and bones, wears a purple and gold crown, and has a long hair under his chin. He sat cross-legged in a corner of the threshing floor with his hands on his hands, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

In front of the old road, there were several people kneeling, for a middle-aged man in a foreign suit. He carried a tray in his hand, which was full of walnut-sized silver bills, dozens of ingots, all counted together, estimated to be about three hundred taels.

"Please be merciful, and you must save the lives of 1,573 people in our Junbao Town. The middle-aged man pleaded.

The others who were kneeling with the middle-aged man also pleaded with Lao Dao, "Please grow up and have mercy." ”

Lao Dao refused to even open his eyes at first, and only after the middle-aged man and others begged for a long time did he open his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, it was as if lightning was bursting out of his eyes.

"You foolish people are really deceiving people too much. Since cultivating immortals, Poor Dao has taken compassion as his heart, benevolence and transitivity, and his responsibility to save the common people in the world, traveling all over the world, killing demons and destroying demons, and saving people from fire and water.

Half a month ago, the poor road was still thousands of miles away, and suddenly heard that there was a great drought here, and he rushed to you without tiring work and suffering from the fatigue of boats and cars. Poor Daoist view of you here, the river is about to dry up, I wanted to cast a spell to save you, who would have thought that you were kind enough to treat you as a donkey's liver and lungs, and treat Poor Dao as a liar. ”

The middle-aged man lay down in front of the Taoist priest and said, "Immortal Chief, don't we know that you are an immortal of the six lands with supernatural powers and mana? ”

Lao Dao snorted.

The middle-aged man continued to plead: "Immortal Chief, this year the weather is not beautiful, there has been no rain in the neighboring county for more than half a year, and we have not had rain here for several months, and the water level of the well in the village is also constantly decreasing. You can also see that if it doesn't rain again, even the river will dry up. If this continues, the villagers will have to flee the famine. As the head of the village, I moved the fathers and villagers of our village in Junbao Town, and collected three hundred taels of silver as a filial piety to the immortal chief, and I also ask you to be merciful, perform miraculous skills, and save us. ”

Lao Dao snorted again, "Ignorant and ignorant! Until now, I haven't had a clear understanding." It doesn't rain here, it's not that the heavens don't make it beautiful, but that the demons are doing it. ”

"Demons?" the middle-aged man couldn't help but shudder, he said forcefully, "Immortal Chief is joking, right? Since the first family in Junbao Town settled next to this Jun River, it has been more than 300 years, and we are deeply blessed by the gods of the Jun River, and we have never heard of any evil in the Jun River. ”

"Haven't you heard that people are old and become fine? People are like this, let alone demon species? In this river, there are countless fish, shrimp, turtles and crabs, and there are one or two of them that have become essences, so what's so strange?"

However, Lao Dao's words, not to mention that the lieutenant chief does not believe it, even the other few people who followed the lieutenant chief to ask Lao Dao did not believe it. Without exception, they have lived here since their mother's womb, and they have never heard of monsters in the Jun River. Just by touching the lips of the old way, it is impossible to convince them that this is simply to subvert the experience accumulated by their ancestors for generations.

"You fools who sit in the well and watch the sky, will the poor way still lie to you? What do you have that is worth deceiving the poor way?" the old man smiled coldly.

"No, no, the immortal chief is a man among the immortals, how could he use such obscene means. It's just that we ......", he really doesn't have the guts, and he points out that Lao Dao is a liar.

The reason why the chief would take a few squires with heads and faces in the village, knelt down to Lao Dao, and sent silver to Lao Dao, was because he heard his son personally say that Lao Dao knew the immortal law, otherwise he would not have called Lao Dao "Immortal Chief".

Lao Dao stretched out his hand, chanted words in his mouth, and with a bang, a small flame suddenly appeared in the palm of the originally empty space.

The flame was small, orange-red, both in size and shape, very much like the candlelight after a candle had been lit, suspended about half an inch from the palm of the old way.

Li Wenjun, who was standing outside the barn field and watching the excitement, grew his mouth in astonishment, is this a means of immortals? Could it be that this Taoist chief is an immortal?

Not only Li Wenjun was surprised, but even the lieutenant governor and his squire, who had already made a certain amount of mental preparation, were all stopped by the hand of the old man, they were some secular people who had never seen anything in the world, when had they seen this?

Lao Dao shook his hand, and the flame in his palm slashed through the void like an arrow from the string, and landed on a small tree next to the barnyard, and in an instant, the small tree turned into a big fireball.

The branches of the tree burned with a crackling sound, which made the middle-aged man and others who were a little stunned all sober up.

The middle-aged man and the others looked at Lao Dao with admiration and fear.

Lao Dao snorted, "Poor Dao has mastered such an immortal method, will he still lie to you? Is there anything in your family that can make Poor Dao's immortal method go to the next level?"

The middle-aged man hurriedly shook his head, "Immortal Chief's forgiveness, it's us who misunderstood Immortal Chief's kindness." I also ask the immortal chief to cast a spell, kill demons, and save us. ”

"So, do you believe what I say and admit that there are demons in this river?" asked Lao Dao with a cold face.

If the middle-aged man was still a little suspicious before Lao Dao set fire to the small tree, now, that suspicion has basically disappeared.

Before, the middle-aged man did not suspect that Lao Dao was a trick, but after such a distance, to ignite a small tree with lush foliage, there must always be some information organs, and the tree must be poured with some flammable materials such as vegetable oil to achieve such an effect. But he was so close to Lao Dao that he couldn't see any mechanism on Lao Dao's body, let alone smell the smell of vegetable oil.

This is enough to show that Lao Dao is not conjuring tricks, but has real skills, and is a legendary living immortal.

"Immortal Chief, maybe it's really like you said, there were no monsters in the Jun River, but with the great drought in the world, the monsters from other places fled to us along the gradually drying river. Please also ask the immortal to show his might and get rid of this monster. The middle-aged man lay in front of Lao Dao and said with sincere fear.

"You have a bit of knowledge. If it weren't for the timely arrival of the poor road, and you would have woken up and realized the severity of the situation, in less than half a month at most, you would have been the same here as elsewhere, and the river would have dried up. Lao Dao had a compassionate posture, "Now, only the poor road can save you, but saving lives does not save death, if you are bent on death and refuse to cooperate with the poor road, then, let alone the poor way, even if it is a true immortal, it can't save you." ”

The middle-aged man hurriedly said, "Immortal Chief, how do you want us to cooperate with you?"

Lao Dao said: "I wait for the river demon here to have a high level of mana, and the poor road fights with it, and the victory or defeat is between five and five, if you are not careful, the poor road will not only not be able to save you, but it may also anger the river demon and speed up the dryness of the river here." ”

The old Taoist admits that his mana is not enough, but it makes the middle-aged man and the others stunned, they are angry and anxious, and they say in their hearts, You know that you are not capable enough, why do you come here to shout to kill demons and demons? Do you think that the three hundred taels of silver are so easy to make?

Lao Dao didn't wait for the middle-aged man and others to question him, so he continued to take care of himself: "If you want to break this dead knot, settle the world in a battle, descend the river demon, and turn the world, it's not that there is no way, Poor Dao needs someone to cooperate with me." There is a seven-star and nine-palace array here in the poor road, which requires seventy-nine sixty-three boys and girls, of which thirty-one are boys and girls, and one is also needed with strong blood, and they will do it with me, as long as there are no accidents, they will definitely be able to succeed immediately, and relieve your bad luck. ”

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