Chu Chen smiled and said to the eager kid, "You want senior brother to go up and pray for rain?"
The little kid nodded repeatedly: "That's right, senior brother, doesn't our Lingshan sect have the magical power of [Bu Yu Duan Ni]..."
"You think too highly of senior brother."
Chu Chen shook his head.
He is indeed proficient in the magical power of making rain. Not only did he acquire the "Rain Dispersion" passed down in his master's "Dijin Ji", but he also learned the magical power "Turn the Sea to Make Rain" inherited from "Tianxin Zhengfa", even if it doesn't rain locally.
Under certain conditions, he can also summon and drive the divine dragon to spread the rain.
However, the situation is different now.
This drought is a calamity from heaven and earth, and ordinary magical powers will not work at all.
That is to say, Taihe Taoist, Qingzhu layman and other immortals with great magical powers and cultivation, relying on their profound Taoist cultivation, while fasting and praying for rain, praying for God's mercy, while intercepting a thread of heaven's secrets, trying to make rain despite the punishment of heaven.
Supernatural powers.
He went to the altar to display his magical power of making rain,
Either it's like Qi Xiuxin and Tongda Dharma Master, sinking into the sea without even a bubble popping up.
Or because of messing up the calamity, it will lead to divine punishment.
Chu Chen does not have the great magical powers of Taihe Taoist, Qingzhu layman and other seniors to protect him. When the divine punishment comes, he will suffer.
"Little devil, how about you give my senior brother a sign of bad luck? Let's see what happens when I go to the altar."
Chu Chen asked casually.
The little ghost nodded solemnly, his magic power surged in his body, and his little eyes fell on his senior brother without blinking.
"Senior brother, you'd better stop."
After about ten breaths, the little devil lowered his head, holding the corners of his robe with his little hands, without saying a word.
"Little devil, why didn't you say anything? What's the result?"
"Hehehe~ Good luck!"
"Haha~"
Chu Chen smiled, the little devil's good fortune is so terrifying.
As one person and one ghost talked, the rain praying festival on the outskirts of Wanquan County became more and more lively.
One after another, the monks with great supernatural powers from the Immortal Court went to the altar to pray for rain and performed the art of spreading rain. The noise was so great that it alarmed the living beings for dozens of miles around.
Not long after, at the rain praying dojo, not only thousands of people from around Wanquan County spontaneously came to offer sacrifices to the sky and pray for rain, but also casual cultivators from the county, demon tribes, and indigenous creatures also came to participate in the fasting ceremony.
Except for the evil heretics who are afraid of causing chaos in the world and spreading disasters, the eyes of the entire Wanquan County are focused on this.
For a time, around the empty rain praying dojo, there were crawling black crows, humans, monsters, stone monsters, wood spirits, mountain sprites and ghosts...
All the souls gathered together, there was no fight or fight, everyone knelt down and prayed silently and devoutly.
This scene is quite rare.
In the face of natural disasters, the intelligent and sensible sentient beings in Wanquan County put aside their past prejudices and struggles, and the whole picture appeared extremely harmonious.
The sound of chanting scriptures and praying for blessings resounded throughout the world.
Although the scene was lively, the result was not optimistic.
Taoist Taihe, layman Qingzhu and other six immortal monks with great supernatural powers went to the altar one after another to perform the art of praying for rain and spreading rain, but they all ended in failure.
At the end of the first day of praying for rain, not a drop of rain fell.
However, the people of Wanquan County and the creatures of all ethnic groups still did not leave. They gathered around the dojo, silently waiting for the senior masters who were proficient in the magical power of [praying for rain] to adjust their breath, restore their magical power, and continue to pray for rain another day.
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"Brother Chu, do you think praying for rain can come true? In my opinion, this matter is a bit uncertain. The drought has only started for a month, and the anger of the sky has not yet subsided. It is too early to pray for rain now. It will not be until at least three or four months after the drought breaks out.
Pray for rain again."
Wang Ping looked at the bustling dojo, shook his head, and felt quite emotional.
Before Chu Chen could reply, Lin Miaoyin on the side spoke:
"Senior Brother Wang, don't say such depressing words nonsense, be careful not to arouse public anger. Everyone knows this truth, but this natural disaster comes so quickly, and it takes only a few days to wipe out thousands of miles, whether it is our Dachang Dynasty or the local creatures in the eight southwest states.
, they can’t even withstand the losses of three to four months of drought.”
The young monk Yuantong nodded repeatedly: "Yes, the southwest has always had abundant rain. If there is a sudden drought for a long time, all living beings will be devastated. Amitabha~ Now I can only trust the seniors."
When Chu Chen saw his friends discussing, he nodded repeatedly.
Over the years, Wang Ping, Lin Miaoyin, Yuantong and others have not only improved their Taoist cultivation, but also their vision has improved a lot, and their understanding of the current disaster situation is very sharp and accurate.
"Everyone, don't worry, praying for rain will succeed."
After saying that, Chu Chen stood up from his seat.
"Brother Chu, where are you going?"
"I'll go to the handsome tent and have a look."
Wang Ping, Lin Miaoyin and others did not doubt that he was there and nodded one after another.
At present, the small Wanquan County has become the focus of all parties in the eight southwest states. The rain-praying dojo has gathered countless Taoist masters and powerful people with great supernatural powers.
The sixth-grade immortal official has become a small role and cannot even enter the handsome tent.
Chu Chen, as the fifth-grade inspector of Wanquan and the head of the Taoist Academy, could go in and observe.
"Senior brother, why are you going to the commander's tent? Didn't you say you don't have enough skills?"
Chu Chen smiled and said nothing.
He can't help, but his apprentice Xiao Bailong Chu Baiqing must be able to help.
In fact, when he first met Taihe Taoist and Qingzhu layman, he should have reported the situation of his disciple Xiao Bailong to his superiors.
However, he did not do this.
Giving kindness is not an easy task. If you are kind and do good deeds, you will sometimes be wronged.
After all, the source of the drought was indeed his apprentice "Little White Dragon". He was so enthusiastic that others thought his apprentice Chu Baiqing was trying to "atone" for his sins, so they rushed to take action.
When the rain comes, apprentice Xiao Bailong may still be in trouble.
Chu Chen, who has lived in two lifetimes, has seen all kinds of weird things and seen many different kinds of people, and he understands the four words "people's hearts are unpredictable".
As a master, Chu Chen would naturally not let his apprentice do good deeds, ignore past grudges and retaliate with good deeds, while he himself would be wronged.
He had to consider his apprentice at all times, and he could take action, but he had to let the Heavenly Court and the local people think of his apprentice Xiao Bailong.
After Chu Chen entered the commander's tent, he found out after some inquiring.
After the Xianting Central Committee learned about the results of the first day of rain prayers in Wanquan County, it continued to send more powerful people with great magical powers who were good at praying for rain and spreading rain. They persevered and tried their best to capture Wanquan County.
Wanquan County is the place where the innate god "Little White Dragon" fell. If there is a little rain here, the drought will usher in a turning point.
Xianting attaches great importance to Wanquan County, and Chu Chen is not surprised at all.
After hearing the news, Chu Chen changed his mind again and still did not let his apprentice Xiao Bailong take action.
People's hearts are always complicated.
If something is obtained too easily, others will not appreciate it.
After several efforts, one failure after another, and letting the apprentice Xiao Bailong take action when he was in despair, the result was completely different from letting the apprentice take action right away.
In addition, right now, the Heaven and Earth Tribulation Rouge is in full swing, and it is actually not suitable for disciple Xiao Bailong to take action.
The best situation is that the Dachang Dynasty will pray for rain for a few more days in Xianting, which will consume the calamity of heaven and earth and weaken the calamity. Then he will let his apprentice Xiaobailong take action to make the final decision.
The next day, Immortal Court indeed sent two more powerful Immortal Court masters who were good at praying for rain.
Among them, Chu Chen also knew a powerful person from the Immortal Courtyard, who was Han Chen's senior fellow apprentice Chonglou Taoist.
On the second day of praying for rain, Taoist Taihe, Taoist Qingzhu, and Taoist Chonglou, eight powerful people from the Immortal Court who were in the realm of great supernatural powers, took turns to board the altar and cast clouds to spread rain.
That scene was quite astonishing.
There are strong winds, dark clouds, lightning and thunder, dragons soaring into the sky, frequent strange phenomena, and frequent signs of rainfall.
However, again, no rain fell at all.
The next few days of praying for rain will be like this.
Immortal Court kept sending more experts, and on the seventh day
, a total of fifteen monks with great supernatural powers who are good at praying for rain gathered together. Even Mr. Mingjing came to Wanquan County in person to preside over the rain praying ceremony.
However, it was a pity that the rain still failed to fall.
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Wanquan County, a handsome tent in the suburbs.
Mr. Mingjing was sitting in the main seat, accompanied by Master Yulou, Taoist Taihe, Taoist Chonglou, Master Qingzhu and other great supernatural monks. The atmosphere in the tent was quite heavy.
For several days in a row, the rain prayers continued to fail, which was very shocking.
The most critical thing is that the southern barbarian demon alliance has taken advantage of the drought in the eight southwest states and has continued to provoke the border areas these days. The Chinese side not only has to defend the border, but also has to be busy praying for rain in the eight southwest states. It is under great pressure due to internal and external troubles.
Even the strong-willed Mr. Ming Jing was a little frustrated. He looked at Yulou Zhenren, who was good at stargazing and fortune telling, and asked:
"Fellow Taoist Yulou, these days, the calamity of heaven and earth has really faded away?"
"Reporting to the Heavenly Master, the calamity of heaven and earth has indeed faded a lot in the past few days."
Master Yulou knew that Mr. Mingjing was hesitant and said in a rather firm tone:
"These days, after rain prayer ceremonies are held in various places, especially in Wanquan County, Jiehong has obviously declined."
When Mr. Ming Jing heard this, he nodded slightly and asked in a deep voice:
"Fellow Taoist Yulou, can you estimate how many more days it will take to pray for rain before things turn around?"
"this…"
Master Yulou looked troubled: "I don't dare to make rash judgments,"
Mr. Ming Jing sighed. He also knew that God's will was unpredictable, so he did not continue to embarrass Master Yulou.
For a moment, Mr. Ming Jing was silent and fell into a dilemma.
Compared with the border wars, holding a rain praying ceremony seems to have no effect, but the consumption of the country, country, and fortune is unimaginable, far exceeding the losses of the border wars.
These days, rain-praying festivities are being held in eight states in the southwest. Xianting is trying its best to hold on, but the situation is not optimistic.
If we can see hope and know when the turning point will occur, it won't be a problem. Even if we tighten our belts, Xianting will continue to hold rain prayers.
I am afraid that I will not see hope, fall into a quagmire, and be in a dilemma.
"Should we give up praying for rain and stop our losses in time?"
Mr. Ming Jing couldn't help but have this idea, but after thinking about it for a moment, he quickly gave up.
This drought is a calamity for heaven and earth.
If left unchecked, a severe drought for three to four months would not only devastate life and expose hundreds of thousands of bones in the wild, it would even affect the spiritual veins of the eight southwest states.
Originally a fertile land with outstanding people, favored by heaven and earth, and rich in spiritual power, after experiencing disasters, in just half a year, the eight southwest states will become much barren.
Not to mention it has become a barren land, but it is certainly much worse than before.
Mr. Mirror naturally does not want to see this scene.
In the past few years, Tianchao Xianting has been vigorously expanding its territory and invested countless manpower and material resources in the eight southwest states. He seems to regard the eight southwest states as the territory of Dachang Celestial Dynasty.
If your own land becomes barren, the losses will be huge.
It will even affect the progress of Dachang Celestial Dynasty in managing the eight southwest states, which is something Celestial Dynasty and Immortal Court do not want to see.
Mr. Mingjing fell silent, and the great supernatural monks such as Master Yulou, Taoist Taihe, Taoist Chonglou, and layman Qingzhu in the tent also fell silent. The atmosphere in the tent was very awkward, and everyone lowered their heads.
As the governor of Yunzhou, Taoist Taihe is a serious boss, but he does not dare to speak easily at this time.
There was silence in the tent, but after a while, Mr. Ming Jing noticed something and frowned slightly.
"Is there another disturbance at the border?"
Mr. Ming Jing couldn't help but feel worried. He stretched out his hand, and a golden seal appeared in his hand.
On the Dharma seal, there are four seal patterns of "Seal of the Heavenly Master".
"Tianshi, what happened to fellow Taoist Yu Xuzi?"
Master Yulou asked in a low voice.
"That's not true."
Mr. Ming Jing waved his hand, and then called to the golden-armored general who was standing aside in the tent, saying:
"Summon Chu Chen, the supervisor of Wanquan and the head of the Taoist Academy."
"I will obey the Heavenly Master's decree."
Not long after, the golden-armored god left and returned, followed by a Taoist in green.
"Disciple Chu Chen has met you, Master Yulou, and all of you seniors!"
Chu Chen bowed his hands to everyone.
Mr. Ming Jing nodded slightly, indicating that he should not be too polite, and asked:
"No need to be polite, do you have anything important to report?"
In the tent, people who were familiar with Chu Chen, such as Master Yulou, Master Qingzhu, Taoist Chonglou, etc., frowned slightly. At this moment, Mr. Mingjing was anxious about praying for rain. If there was nothing important, disturbing Mr. Mingjing at will would be a recipe for disaster.
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Qi Xiuxin, the governor of Wanquan County, who was sitting at the end of the commander's tent, and Master Tongda, the governor of the county, also looked at Chu Chen in surprise, wondering why he went into the commander's tent to report the matter.
The eyes of the other immortal monks with great magical powers also fell on Chu Chen.
It was also the first time for Chu Chen to see such a big battle, but he did not show any timidity and said surprisingly:
"Sir, I have a way to pray for rain."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the tent was shocked.
Mr. Mingjing, Master Yulou, Taoist Taihe and other insiders guessed something and shook their heads with a wry smile.
Master Yulou couldn't see it and immediately said:
"Little friend Chu, your method of praying for rain is your apprentice Xiao Bailong?"
Chu Chen nodded: "Master Qi Zhen, that's right."
Master Yulou shook his head:
"Your idea is good. To untie the bell, you must tie the bell. If the innate spirit Xiaobailong is compassionate and willing to repay evil with kindness and pray for rain for the creatures in the eight southwest states, he can indeed break the situation. However, he has cut off the foundation of the innate spirit. I'm afraid he can't.
Sensing the world..."
In fact, even if Xiao Bailong's foundation is gone, he is willing to come forward to pray for rain, which is more or less helpful to the people praying for rain.
Master Yulou spoke first, naturally to protect Chu Chen and Xiao Bailong.
On the one hand, it is determined that Xiao Bailong's action is repaying evil with kindness and showing compassion; on the other hand, it is setting the stage for subsequent failure in praying for rain.
"Fellow Taoist Yulou, this is wrong. Xiao Bailong is willing to come forward, which is very valuable."
Mr. Ming Jing nodded, feeling quite emotional:
"Xiao Bailong is really a kind-hearted god. Inspector Chu, your disciple Xiao Bailong is here."
"coming."
Chu Chen took it out of his arms without saying a word, and a small white dragon took out from his arms and transformed into a little Taoist boy with red lips and white teeth.
Previously, the little white dragon Chu Baiqing's body was covered by the magic talisman left by the Dragon Lord. Even if a monk with ordinary magical powers approached, there would be no clues.
However, Chu Chen quietly removed the talisman left by Lord Long.
It is precisely because of this that when the little white dragon Chu Baiqing appeared, all the monks with great supernatural powers in the hall looked surprised.
Master Yulou was amazed:
"Little friend Chu, has your apprentice made up for the foundation of good fortune?"