How difficult is it to solve the drought around Fengyang?
Zhang Jian thought to himself that it would be difficult for him to accomplish this task with his limited moral character.
But Zhang Jian suddenly remembered the dragon ball in his hand.
He just got some very important news from the Dragon King at the bottom of the well.
The first one is that there are gods in Baishui River.
The second thing is that this dragon king is still trapped, and he seems to be in a bad situation at the moment.
This is why Zhang Jian didn't have other ideas. The majestic Dragon Lord is a god. Why did the Dragon trapped in the shallows end up in such a situation?
"Sword Locked Dragon Picture?"
In Zhang Jian's mind, the water veins running through the relief on the tomb of King Mian emerged in Zhang Jian's mind.
Since there is a Dragon King in the Baishui River, when King Mian built a dam to limit the flooding of the Baishui River, he must have had to face the Dragon King.
"King Mian, the Sword Locked Dragon Picture, there seems to be a subtle connection between the two..."
At this moment, many fragmentary clues appeared in Zhang Jian's mind.
After carefully considering these fragmentary clues, Zhang Jian saw a glimmer of hope.
Perhaps his sudden idea may not be unsuccessful.
The two people deep in the well are still thinking about the future, but they are still worried about adding up the sum, but it can be seen that they are already interested in participating in the competition for the position of Baishui River God.
After a moment, a faint voice was heard: "Brother, actually, there is another way to compete for the position of Baishui River God?"
"You mean?"
The voice suddenly became solemn.
At this moment, the two voices suddenly stopped.
Zhang Jian was listening with great enthusiasm, but suddenly stopped at the critical moment. He immediately frowned, but he also guessed the meaning of these two people deep in the well.
The most direct way to fight for the priest is to directly kill the original owner.
At the same time, he suddenly felt a little alert. He did not approach the well and continue to listen. Instead, he pretended to be nonchalant.
Then he walked away.
Not long after he left, an invisible inspiration came out from the depths of the well, and it slowly converged after seeing nothing unusual.
Deep in the well, a slender figure wearing a dark dragon robe hummed softly.
He looked at the other clan member with tall scales and horns in front of him and said.
"Second brother, how could you say this so hastily? If others knew about it, wouldn't it be a recipe for disaster?"
Hearing this, another slender figure glanced around and said with a smile: "Brother, you are overthinking it. There are only you and me in Shuijing Dragon Palace, and what we use is the language of the Dragon Clan. Even if someone hears it,
, so why not, there are not many people in this world who can understand the language of real dragons like us!"
This figure also had strong spiritual energy flowing around his body, but his eyes were narrowed with a little bit of golden light in the depths of his eyes.
Hearing this, Najing Dragon King shook his head and said: "This matter needs long-term consideration!"
Another figure smiled slightly, knowing that his brother was tempted.
Although the Jing Dragon King is said to have great power, and the well leads to the secluded realm, which can be said to be the gateway between the Yin and Yang worlds, and is extremely mysterious, but how can he compare with the identity of the Great River Dragon King on the surface of the earth.
Only by controlling the river can you seize more incense and luck.
…
In the east city of Fengyang County, there is an estate owned by the Zhang family, and the Zhang family placed the experimental site here.
At this time, loads of gold and silver ingots were piled outside the yard.
The gold and silver ingots had already been bought, and Zhang Jian immediately found an opportunity to prepare to worship his ancestors.
Of course, this must be done away from the eyes and ears of the Qi family.
Otherwise, if word spreads, it will inevitably attract criticism.
The persona of a filial son cannot be established.
My grandfather burned gold ingots during his birthday celebrations. If word spread about this, it would become a laughing stock in Fengyang County.
The brazier was set up, and after a simple ceremony, Zhang Jian lit many gold and silver ingots in the brazier, and a portrait was hung high in the center of the lobby.
In Zhang Jian's eyes, he saw that part of the gold and silver ingots in the brazier turned into fly ash, but nearly one third remained unable to burn.
This is smaller than the amount lit during the last ancestor worship ceremony.
But Zhang Jian didn't care. Instead, his eyes brightened, and he knew there was nothing wrong with his idea.
This made him feel good.
You can also collect wool from your ancestor, which at least means that he will not be nailed to one place for a long time.
This also reduces a lot of worries.
In a good mood, Zhang Jian stayed in this small courtyard for most of the next period of time.
He focused on his own practice.
After entering the stage of mental recuperation, he was gradually able to get rid of the situation of using talisman paper as a medium to activate spells, which required long-term practice.
Zhang Jian has not forgotten this.
Don't dare to neglect anything.
In this process, Zhang Jian also took the opportunity to replenish the three kinds of talismans that were almost consumed in his first and second hand.
When he was in Fengchao Mountain, almost all of his half-month accumulation was poured out, and he used all his methods.
At this point some additions need to be made.
At the same time, Zhang Jian also began to use the dragon ball in his hand to practice. He had long discovered that this dragon ball was not beneficial to the practice of Xing Lei Jue.
It seems to have the effect of amplifying thunder magic.
If the Dragon Ball is used as a medium to run the Thunder Movement Technique, it seems that more powerful sky thunder can be exploded several times, but this kind of sky thunder is difficult to control!
…
Fengyang County suburbs
There is a very supernatural temple here.
Honghua Empress Temple.
It is dedicated to a goddess called Honghua Niangniang. This goddess is said to have evolved from the family temple of a good woman hundreds of years ago.
It's very supernatural.
Gradually, more and more people came to offer incense and pray to God.
The place is filled with the smell of burning sandalwood. The tower forest is everywhere, and there are copper tripods filled with sandalwood, sparks shining on them, and birds smoking lightly.
There is also a huge wishing tree next to the temple, which is covered with red silk and bamboo chips.
Zhan Li had no intention of watching this, so he hurried in from the door of the hall.
"Jushi Zhan!"
Seeing Zhan Li's arrival, the Huoju Taoists in several temples slightly bowed their hands.
At this time, when he entered the back hall, he saw a very beautiful figure writing on the bedside table. There were many yellow papers on the bedside table. The yellow paper was folded several times and turned into a lifelike paper man.
These paper figures are lifelike, but their eyes are glowing red, but they are extremely strange.
Under the curtain in the center of the back hall, there is a statue of an eight-armed pitch-black goddess enshrined, with dark red fire wheels all over its body. It is extremely solemn and solemn under the curtain.
Zhan Li first bowed respectfully to the golden body of the goddess, and then lowered his head and walked to the incomparably beautiful lady.
"Master, my subordinate has failed in his mission. Please punish me, Master!"
Just as he finished speaking, a strong wind rushed out from the dark temple and merged into Zhan Li's body. Zhan Li's face immediately changed, his body's spiritual energy fluctuated violently, and he was instantly damaged!
But he endured the pain of thousands of ants in his body, with cold sweat on his forehead, but remained silent.