Liaozhai Great Sage

"It seems like this doesn't require me to think of a way to solve this matter." Li Xiuyuan thought to himself.

If everything goes well, the rainstorm will calm down within seven days.

No matter how overbearing the Dragon King of Wujiang is, it is impossible for him to make fun of his divine way.

"Master, do we want to burn incense as well?" The guards couldn't help being infected when they saw so many people burning incense and praying, and wanted to worship.

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said, "No, it's enough for so many people to worship. The heavy rain will stop in a few days, let's go."

But the group of people hadn't gone far, and suddenly there were bursts of dragon chant in the sky above the treasure temple behind them.

The sound was deafening, and there was a violent storm blowing around.

The torrential rain was accompanied by a strong wind, and there were bursts of exclamations from the vicinity of the treasure temple, but the thatched altar that had been set up was blown down by the strong wind, and the sacrifices and incense were scattered in the rain. The house became a mess all over the ground, and those worshiping people were exposed to the torrential rain in horror, and they were all drenched.

"The Dragon King is angry, the Dragon King is angry."

Frightened, the people hastily knelt in the rain and kowtowed to the dark sky.

Seeing this situation, Li Xiuyuan narrowed his eyes and showed a bit of anger on his face: "Is this Dragon King of Wujiang really determined to rain for [-] days? He actually tried to destroy the sacrifices."

Originally, the sacrifice was going on, and if everything went well, the rainstorm would subside, but the Dragon King of Wujiang didn't seem to want to see such a situation, and destroyed the sacrifice, so the result would be different.

"Let's go and have a look."

When things changed, Li Xiuyuan couldn't leave with peace of mind, so he headed towards Baocha.

At this time, from a thatched hut near Baocha, an old man who was nearly seventy years old came out with a cane, looked at the sky and then turned around and said: "The Dragon King of Wujiang is not willing to calm down so easily, I have to go to the Dragon King of Wujiang personally." , seek reconciliation."

"Old Jijiu, do you need me to do anything?"

In the thatched hut, a chubby man in official uniform said nervously.

The old man in front of him used to be in charge of the imperial court's sacrificial wine, and was responsible for the court's large and small sacrificial activities. Now that he is old, he is living in Guobei City for the elderly. Dragon King Sacrifice.

"I don't need to do anything, it's just that I'm old and bloody. I'm afraid I won't be able to come back after this trip. The magistrate just needs to prepare a thin coffin for me. I'll sit here later. If you see my dead body Falling on your back to the ground, this matter will be accomplished. If you see my body lying on the ground, this matter will not be accomplished. If the matter is not accomplished, you should remember to remove the top of the treasure temple at that time, and set up an altar on the highest point of the treasure temple to find your destiny. The most noble people write sacrificial texts and come to the stage to pay homage, and only then will it be possible to appease the anger of the Dragon King of Wujiang."

The old sacrificial wine said.

"If things don't work out, how do we find someone with a very high fate?" the magistrate asked.

The old Jijiu said: "Whoever can get on the altar is a person with extremely high fate. Most of these people are literati, you can look for them among literati, remember, remember."

After finishing speaking, the old Jijiu walked out of the hut and sat cross-legged on the ground.

After hearing a few words from him, he closed his eyes tightly, his head drooped, and he was completely out of breath.

"Old Jijiu is dead."

The nearby yamen servants were shocked when they saw this.

"Don't touch the old sacrificial wine." The magistrate hurriedly drank it.

"Isn't it, the ghost is out of the body in this weather?" Li Xiuyuan couldn't help changing his face when he saw a figure rising from the ground and rushing into the clouds.

There are many taboos about ghosts leaving their bodies, and this kind of thunderstorm weather is simply courting death, and it is impossible for any cultivator to do so.

But immediately he understood something.

This is an expert in the city desperately pleading for the people, maybe that person never thought of coming back.

Li Xiuyuan immediately strode towards the place where the ghost was rising.

At this moment, the ghost of the old Jijiu in the city rushed into the depths of the clouds, and saw the black flood dragon that was shuttling through the clouds.

"Dragon King of Wujiang, please calm down the anger in your heart, stop the rainstorm, and let the people have peace. As long as the rainstorm stops, the government promises to build twenty Dragon King Temples for you, and ensure that the incense will continue every year."

The old Jijiu bowed to the Wujiang Dragon King who was shuttling through the dark clouds.

"Ow~!"

However, the answer to the old Jijiu was a huge dragon's chant, and then the dark cloud tore a hole, and a huge dragon's power slapped fiercely, with the sound of wind and thunder.

The old Jijiu sighed weakly, he was already old and frail, and his spirit was not real. This time he came out of his body with the belief that there would be no return. Now that the Dragon King of Wujiang made a move, he was no match, so he had to face Baosha in the end. The last breath was blown nearby, and then it was hit by the dragon's tail, and the ghost exploded directly in the clouds.

"Look, the old Jijiu's body has fallen." Outside the thatched shed, the guard guarding the old Jijiu's corpse exclaimed.

"Which side did it fall?" The prefect hurried out of the thatched shed.

But when he saw it, his face was a little pale.

The corpse of the old Jijiu fell to the ground, face down, soaked in the rain.

Failed.

The magistrate shuddered, the old Jijiu had said before that if the corpse fell to the ground, nothing would happen.

"Hurry up, build an altar on top of the treasure temple, and then go and tell the scholars in the whole city to come here. If, if anyone doesn't come, send someone to arrest them, go quickly, yes, buy another coffin, Lay the body of Master Jijiu."

He said nervously with a bit of fear.

"Yes, my lord." A group of guards left immediately.

As the magistrate, he can't be nervous and afraid. If the torrential rain really falls for [-] days, the flood will flood and the victims will be everywhere, and his magistrate will come to an end.

Although he is greedy for money and lustful on weekdays, and may be able to achieve the position of magistrate, he is not a dull person, knowing what is important and what cannot be slack.

"died?"

When Li Xiuyuan arrived, he saw a hut near a hut, guarded by guards. An old man who was almost seventy years old had no breath at the moment, and fell into the cold rain, his body was already stiff.

Although he had just glanced at it before, he was sure that this old man was the one who had gone out of his body and pleaded for the lives of the people.

But such a virtuous person never came back.

And the rain hasn't stopped.

The result is obvious, the old man probably died at the hands of the Dragon King of Wujiang.

Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but fell silent, and a sense of sadness enveloped his heart.

"Let go of me, let me go, I'm a scholar, I'm a student, and I'll be a scholar after this exam. Why are you servants picking on me?"

However, at this moment, the guards came here one after another with the scholars from the city.

Some scholars didn't cooperate and kept struggling, while some scholars looked anxious and didn't need to be forced by the guards, and strode towards this side despite the heavy rain.

Most of these scholars are children from the previous college examinations, and there are also some local scholars.