Wen's sect's scumbag junior brother is back

Clouds and mists floated away from the rain map, the waterfall outside the big window was surging, and a drop of sky water splashed in and landed on Wen Zhaoxi's fingertips.

Wen day and night lowered his finger, the sky water dripped on the dry part of the picture, and the red and black gradually became lighter.

On a piece of wasteland in the west of the Central Territory, the dark and dry soles of his feet stepped on a clod.The cocoons on the soles of the feet were too thick, and the clods of soil were crispy, and they were easily crushed into dust.

The owner of the soles of the feet was a rough man, he stopped while walking, his waist was hunched in the sunset, his skin was cracked and oozing blood, he stepped on the dry soil all the way with a clay pot in his arms, and finally heard the sound of running water in his ears.

He paused, swallowed his saliva, and hurriedly limped and walked over there with the basin in his arms.

There were more breathing sounds and weak human voices, and a dozen or so people gathered at the two-finger-wide water outlet.

The man became anxious when he saw it, and shouted hoarsely to the man in white at the mouth of the water: "What's going on today, it's my turn to pick up water from five families, why are there so many people here?"

A dozen or so people looked at him with dull eyes, and the young man in white sighed: "There is no water, this is the last."

The clay pot in the man's hand fell, splashing dust.

He froze for a moment, turned around in a daze, and finally sat down on the ground.

"No...there's no water."

Everyone was paralyzed here, their eyes were dazed. There was a little boy next to the man in white. He quietly asked, "Priest, are you still worshiping the gods tonight?"

The man in white glanced at him, his eyes were also dim.

He sighed, his throat equally hoarse.

"There is no water, how to make offerings?"

At this moment, a person suddenly jumped up, knelt down on the ground, and said with all his strength, "Why do you want to worship? We have worshiped for 200 years! Has the god ever rained for us?"

The man in white frowned: "Speak carefully. We have been worshiping for thousands of years, and the gods have been raining. Now it's just bad people who cast spells to make the town of Bie'e dry. What does it have to do with the gods?

The gods have rained for us for many years. If we don’t worship them just because of 200 years, even if the bad guys are driven away by then, the gods will be cold-hearted and don’t want to rain in the future. "

The man sneered: "If we handed over the hundred gods back then, why bother with the drought for 200 years?"

The man in white stood up, with sullen eyes, and said coldly: "As the Evil-Bound Clan, it is our birth mission to suppress the Evil Gods from generation to generation. The Hundred Gods is the most precious treasure handed down to our clan by the gods. If we survive, we will hand over the treasure to others, how will the gods treat us? We will be abandoned by the gods!"

The man was lying on the ground looking at the starry sky, his eyes were bloodshot, and he laughed maniacally: "The gods betrayed... Will he let us die? But if we don't hand over the hundred gods, we will all die!"

The eyes of many people present changed, with hesitation and struggle in the numb eyes, they looked at each other.

The man in white was bloody from his throat. Instead of arguing with the man, he turned around, and there was also a struggle in the depths of his eyes.

Everyone sat in place, the light in their eyes getting darker and darker.

At this moment, there were three loud noises in the distance, as if the water had exploded!

Everyone raised their heads, and a group of people ran over in a panic: "Patriarch! Patriarch! The gods are angry, and the stele of the gods flew out of the water!"

Everyone sat up immediately, their eyes panicked. Could it be that the gods blamed them for not offering water tonight?

They ran over in a hurry, and saw three thin stone tablets one foot high neatly placed on the wasteland.The stele was originally blue in color, but as soon as it touched the soil, the stele suddenly turned red, and in the end the red became deeper and deeper, and even turned dark black.

"Okay!" The man in white was shocked: "Quickly scoop out the water from the pool and pour it on it, the gods may be angry!"

When everyone heard the news, they hurriedly went to water, and some of them deliberately made big movements when scooping up water, and the water splashed into their mouths, and their dry throats were finally moistened.

Water was splashed on the stone tablet, but the stone tablet seemed to be angry, and a drop of water could not be collected.Even some water stuck in the basin, but it couldn't be poured out.

The man in white knelt down and did it quickly, begging the gods to forgive him.

But at this moment, a strong wind blew away the dry heat. This is the coolness that Bie Town has only had for several years.

Everyone was stunned and raised their heads. The huge thunder cracked the night sky and made a "rumbling" sound.

Thunder rang several times, and many clansmen came out of the house and looked up to the sky.

Layers of dark clouds came rushing in, thicker and thicker in the sky, and the blackness was very frightening.

The rain seemed to be impatient, and it fell with a "swish". The heavy rain soaked the soil and everyone standing outside was also wet.

Suddenly there was loud laughter, someone knelt on the ground madly, they opened their mouths, followed by the rain, let the rain wet their bodies, the clear water slipped into their throats, they gobbled it up.

At this moment, no one was willing to go in, and the vision was washed away by the rain.

Tonight they drank water until they were full, and washed their bodies with water.

Many people moved out of the big tanks at home and took out all the pots and pans to collect water in the yard.

The tribesmen came to the forbidden area, opened the big cover that had been built for an unknown number of years, and let the rainwater rush into the reservoir.

People went from despair to excitement, and I don't know how many people passed out that night.

The white-clothed priest stood in the rain, the rain fell on his eyelashes, and the surroundings became blurred in a trance, as if there was a white light standing beside him.

His eyelids twitched, he looked around from the corner of his eye, and his heart began to beat.

The white light seemed to speak vaguely.

"Why don't you leave here and go to a place with water?"

The priest in white swayed. He stood in the rain for a while, swallowed the rain, and thought for a moment before saying blankly.

"There are villains outside, they have set up a large formation for this place...not letting us leave."

"Huh?" Xu Chao frowned in the white light.

The white-clothed priest turned his head, looked around, and said in a low voice: "200 years ago we had rain here, but the gangsters sealed us up and released dozens of drought demons in order to seize the treasure of our family. The practice of drought demons is amazing. No rain."

As the rain passed through the white light, Xu Chao thought to himself, "What about the three monuments?"

The priest was stunned: "What the god said, but the monument of our clan?"

"God... God monument?" Xu Chaoqi lowered his head and muttered softly, "God" is obviously the respectful name for him by the people here, why are those three monuments called God monuments?

The priest led him to the forbidden area, and there was a layer of coercion in the forbidden area, Xu Chaoqi frowned slightly when he arrived here, the atmosphere here was a bit depressing.

He looked around and finally saw the three steles, and his senior brother's seal was engraved on the bottom of the steles.

As soon as he walked in front of the stele, he saw a pool in the distance. He was stunned and asked, "You have been putting the stele in the water all these years?"

The priest bowed his hands and bowed in salute: "Blessed by the gods, don't dare to neglect."

Xu Chaoqi: ...

But this is not a sacred stele, it is a rain cloth stele, which can be put into the soil to feel the changes of weather and rain.The reason why three monuments are placed on the same place, and each is placed far away, is because if one monument is flooded, the other two monuments can also sense rain.

Xu Chaoqi looked at the three rain-distributing monuments with downcast eyes and sighed slightly. He didn't know what to say in this place which has been in drought for 200 years.

He looked up at the top of the monument, as if remembering something.

Senior brother may not have considered this matter back then, there is a ray of magic left on each stele, even if the stele is flooded, you can still find out whether there is rain or not, unless... it is suppressed.

Xu Chaoqi suddenly turned his head: "You just said, this is a forbidden place?"

The priest bowed again: "That's right. Back then when the villains sealed our clan, we were afraid that the sacred monument would be destroyed, so we deliberately moved the sacred monument to a forbidden area and asked someone to take care of it."

"The forbidden area is..."

"Forbid an ancient evil god. The evil god is transformed by greed and evil in the world. Hundreds of gods set up a large formation to suppress it. My family is one of the thousands of formations."

Xu Chaoqi was thoughtful, and he stretched out his hand to catch a ray of evil spirit, which was the same as the evil spirit in his senior brother's room.

He finally knew why the map of cloth and rain was displayed in such a way.

Originally, Sanbei sensed the rain with spiritual power, but the people here made it self-defeating and sent him to the forbidden area, suppressing the spiritual energy.

Sanbei can only sense rain based on its body surface, but it doesn't want the people here to put Sanbei into the water. Now the rain map will no longer know that there is a drought in this place.On the contrary, because the three monuments were flooded by water, this place became a sea on the rain map.

Xu Chaoqi walked with the priest in the forbidden area, and he said to the priest: "The cultivator bestowed the three steles here in order to make it watch the rain fall on behalf of the cultivator. But you still worship it when your clansmen are dying of thirst, and it spends the whole day Delicious and delicious, you think this place is peaceful, how can you know your suffering?"

"Practitioner?" The priest was puzzled, and asked with a bow: "I clearly remember that the elders said that thousands of years ago, there was a hundred-year drought and a hundred-year flood, and the people were in dire straits. It was the gods who brought the three monuments to stand here..."

Xu Chaoqi shook his head: "It's not a god, but a cultivator."

The priest was a little puzzled, but still nodded.

When Xu Chaoqi chatted with the priest, he also knew that there is a kind of food here, which can grow without water, and only needs to swallow the spiritual energy in the air.

Before leaving, Xu Chao raised his head and looked down at the priest's white clothes, and suddenly asked: "Do you know who is the person wearing the same clothes as you, with dark blue hair and dark blue eyes?"

The priest was surprised: "Could it be grandfather?"

"Grandfather..." Xu Chao stood up straight and murmured, "Is there really such a person?"

The white light gradually faded in the rain, and Xu Chaoqi also returned to the room.

He raised his head, and the light in his senior brother's hand went out.

Just now, the senior brother used the rain-closing map to throw his figure there, so that he could talk to the priest.

After the water on the ground dried up in Bie'e Town, it rained three more times.The priest led the tribe to build more than a dozen reservoirs in one go with the magic tools handed down from the tribe.

He obeyed the instructions of the gods that night, and moved the stele to three places and buried it.

Just as he was burying the last stele, there was a roar of anger in the air, flames ignited behind him, a dead body flew towards them, and the water that had just accumulated on the ground was instantly dried up.

The priest was startled, and hurried back to the forbidden area with his clansmen.

From that day on, the villains seemed to know that they had rained, so they let the Hanba sneak into the barrier, and they were bound to hand over the hundred gods.

The priest led the clansmen to hide in Tibet for half a month. The clansmen had been tortured for many years, and finally couldn't help but despair when they saw this: "Even if it rains, so what? If you don't hand over the [-] gods for a day, life would be worse than death." Even if we can kill the Han Ba ​​today, there will be 'Water Ba' and 'Wind Ba' tomorrow..."

The priest raised his head and his eyes were slack.

The tribe cried: "What's the use of our hundred gods? We don't even know the words on it! It's like paper and it will be burnt. What's more, when the gods gave it to them, they didn't say that they couldn't use the hundred gods. Give the genealogy to others! How many clansmen have we died for the hundred gods over the years?"

The priest turned his body sideways, with the wind blowing on his forehead, and hid like this for another half a month.

Until one morning, the priest sat up and said, "There are two ways for this..."

The clansmen raised their heads one after another.

"First, burn the hundred gods. Without the hundred gods, at most they will torture us, but they will give up on this."

Everyone's eyes struggled, and some people lowered their heads and remained silent.

Even though they said they would hand over the Hundred Gods Genealogy, this object is after all a sacred object that they have passed down for thousands of generations.

The chief priest sighed: "Secondly, the villain is just a tyrant in the city. No matter which powerful person we entrust the book of gods to, we can find shelter."

The gangsters have tortured them for 200 years, even if he dies, he will not hand over the [-] gods to the gangsters.

Everyone hesitated for a while, and finally someone spoke.

"But... we can't get out." Apparently, many people were shaken.

"What if the big power kills us?"

The priest's eyes flickered and looked out of the forbidden area, and the towering stone monument was reflected in his eyes.

"It's okay."