Liaozhai Great Sage

Some scholars looked up and couldn't help being puzzled when they saw the actions of this scholar.

"It's windy and rainy on the top of the treasure temple, I'm afraid it's not stable, but these are trivial matters, let's see how this brother burns the sacrificial rites and prays to the Dragon King."

There are also some children who are more understanding and don't mean to blame.

Li Xiuyuan's expression suddenly changed at this moment, he saw a faint figure of a flood dragon wandering in the dark clouds above the treasure temple, and the violent storm around him seemed to be even more violent.

"Master Zhifu, I'm afraid this is not a good thing. This scholar's fate is not enough to support him to have a conversation with the Dragon King of Wujiang River. It will be dangerous for him to stay up there. Lord Zhifu quickly sent someone to tell him to come down." He walked a few steps, He cupped his hands to the magistrate and said.

Although he hated this scholar very much, it was just a quarrel. With Wujiang Dragon King's overbearing, this scholar's fate is not enough, and his fortune is shallow. His fate is definitely much worse than that of Ning Caichen. If he fails, he may even die.

The magistrate frowned and said: "Now is the critical moment, how can we call a stop halfway, hurry up and urge him, quickly burn the sacrificial text, and pray to the Dragon King."

Even if an officer opened his mouth and shouted, urging the scholar to burn the sacrificial text, don't waste time.

At this moment, the cow dung scholar was kneeling on the top of the pagoda, trembling all over, feeling fear and fear in his heart, suffering unspeakably.

He thought that he would be able to come down after burning a sacrificial oration on this altar. He had nothing else to do. How could he know that the wind and rain here are so strong that even people would be swept away. How dare he stand up.

But the people below are urging again, it is difficult to ride a tiger right now, if you can't do it, you have to do it.

Immediately, the scholar gritted his teeth, stood up tremblingly leaning against the wall, and then took out the sacrificial text from his bosom.

But the moment he just stood up, a strange gust of wind swept over his body, and the upstairs was wet and slippery, he exclaimed suddenly, and his figure flew out uncontrollably.

"Ah~!"

There was a scream, and the scholar fell down from the top floor of the nearly twenty-foot-tall pagoda. With the scream, he fell to the nearby muddy ground with a loud bang, and the blood accompanied by The rain splashed far away.

Fall, fall to death?

This scene happened very quickly, and many people didn't even react in a hurry. At this moment, seeing the scholar fell to the ground and died tragically, his face turned pale and his heart beat wildly.

The Xiucai and Tongshengmen in the audience were all silent, they didn't say anything, the surrounding was quiet, and even the magistrate trembled all over, as if the person who fell to the ground just now was not a scholar but him.

"It really happened."

Li Xiuyuan closed his eyes, not wanting to watch that tragic scene.

This scholar's fate is obviously lower than Ning Caichen's. It's right to think about it carefully. This scholar was humiliated when he first came here. How high is such a man's fate?

The audience was silent for a while.

"Boom~!"

Suddenly, a thunder blasted from the dark clouds, and then a bolt of lightning struck down on the altar on the top of the pagoda, splitting the altar and the tribute in an instant, and falling directly from the pagoda When he fell down, he fell to the ground like that scholar and turned into pieces all over the ground.

"Why, why even the altar was destroyed, is there really no way to appease the anger of the Dragon King of Wujiang?"

The magistrate's eyelids twitched at this moment, and he wanted to cry without tears.

He felt that his position as the magistrate was coming to an end, and when the flood hit him all his life, he would be finished.

"Who, who else is going to worship on the stage to appease the dragon king's anger." The magistrate jumped up in a hurry, urging the scholars on the left and right.

This is the last solution left by the old Master Jijiu, if it doesn't work, then there is really nothing to do.

But at this moment, the scholars around him all looked evasive, they didn't have the righteous indignation and eager impulse before, some only flinched and feared.

At this time, the scholar door just remembered the meaning of what the old man said before Jijiu, why only people with high fate can go up to the altar to worship, the real reason for feelings is that only people with high fate can go up to live If it comes down, people with insufficient fate may die on it.

What brilliant literary talent and extraordinary talent are all fake, so don't read this at all.

Is the scholar who died just now not good at writing?

But just when he stood up on the altar, he was blown off the pagoda by the wind, fell to pieces, and the body was still lying there.

Moreover, the wind that blows down the scholar is extremely weird, as if someone is pushing you from behind, and you can fall so far away, this is how stupid people know, this is the Dragon King getting angry, not an accident.

What's more, no one here is stupid.

At this moment, when the prefect opened his mouth, none of the scholars responded. They just wanted to tear up the sacrificial text in their sleeves immediately, so as not to be called by the prefect.

"What's the matter, why are all of you talking, your sacrificial oracle just now is the third among the crowd, you go up to burn the sacrificial oracle and worship the Dragon King?" Suddenly, the magistrate pointed to a boy and said.

The boy's face was suddenly frightened, his face broke out in cold sweat, and his whole body trembled, but he didn't know how to respond.

He thought this was an opportunity to show off his literary talents and become famous, but he didn't know that it would threaten his life.

With this lesson learned from the past, he still dared to show his face.

But the magistrate had to respond to the roll call, and it would be even more embarrassing if he shirked it. Immediately, the scholar let out a ouch, clutching his stomach and saying, "Xiaosheng's stomach hurts so much. I'm afraid Xiaosheng is seriously ill. I feel so uncomfortable now. Xiaosheng is going to see the doctor..."

"..." Everyone looked at him strangely.

"Go to hell, you trash."

The magistrate was furious and kicked the scholar.

The scholar fell to the ground and didn't get up, and continued to wail; "Xiaosheng really hurts, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."

"Take this trash down, and I will revoke his reputation." The magistrate's face was particularly ugly.

Hearing this, the scholar who pretended to be dead stood up again and said solemnly: "Master Zhifu, Xiaosheng's illness is all right now, please wait a moment, Master Zhifu, Xiaosheng will go up to the treasure temple and burn the sacrificial texts to sacrifice Worship the Dragon King."

"Don't force it." The magistrate gritted his teeth and said.

The scholar said righteously: "Never force it, this is a just act, a hundred deaths without regret."

"Very good, then I'll let you try." The magistrate's expression calmed down just now.

Immediately, the scholar strode towards the pagoda with a heroic attitude, his wide sleeves fluttered, looking very chic.

But before he had gone far, he saw something flying out of the sleeves he was flicking left and right.

"Brother, please stay a little longer, your sacrificial oration seems to have been dropped." Someone reminded suddenly.

"Is it?"

The scholar was shocked, and hurriedly looked around, and saw that the sacrificial text fell into the rain, and said in grief and indignation: "It seems that Xiaosheng's fate is too shallow, and he can't even enter the gate of the treasure temple. It is God's will, God's will." ah."

"God's will, you trash still dare to talk nonsense here. I really think I'm blind. It's clear that you threw out the sacrificial text on purpose."

The magistrate was so furious at this time, rushing out of the thatched cottage was like beating the scholar violently.

"My lord, please calm down. It's raining heavily outside, and there will be thunder and lightning. My lord, don't leave the hut." The guards on the left and right hurriedly grabbed the magistrate.

The prefect roared angrily; "I must get rid of this trash's reputation, I must."