The high priest looked up at the pitch-black sky, and then slowly said:
"There has been no rainfall in our village for several months. Whenever this season comes, I need to use the true God's secret technique to bring rain."
As soon as the high priest finished speaking, the villagers in the square suddenly cheered.
"The high priest is finally taking action! Great! The ground has been dry for several months. If there is no rain, I'm afraid this year's harvest will be in vain!"
"Yes, several nearby river ponds and reservoirs have dried up, and the water from the Amazon River cannot be diverted. This time of year makes everyone's heads turn gray with worry!"
"Fortunately, we have our true God and our great high priest. As long as the high priest takes action, it will rain for at least a week to relieve our urgent need!"
"Weren't there rumors before that the high priest is old and can no longer pray for rain for us this year? It seems that these are all rumors. The high priest is still our high priest and can still pray for rain!"
Listening to the whispering in the square, Ma Long felt a little strange. This place is located inside the Amazon forest and not far from the Amazon River. It should be a good place surrounded by mountains and rivers. How could there be such a drought?
What about natural disasters? And according to what the villagers and the high priest said, they have to pray for rain every year at this time. It seems like this happens every year. This is really strange!
However, Ma Long didn't think much about this matter. After all, the village was located a long way from the Amazon River and the forest, so the location might not be good. He didn't understand Feng Shui, so he couldn't determine the specific reason.
Two of the four middle-aged women beside the high priest quickly left and came back after a while, followed by several villagers, carrying a huge mahogany table and some things that looked like tributes.
He came over, placed the table in front of the statue of the true god, and placed fruits and other tributes on the table.
At this time, the entire square became quiet again, and everyone waited patiently and reverently for the grand ceremony of praying for rain.
Seeing the table and the tributes placed on it, Ma Long thought to himself that this was far from the incense and candle offerings in Chinese temples. It seemed that this ceremony wanted to be pompous, but it was a pity that the manpower here was insufficient.
When all the items in front of him were prepared, the high priest began the rain praying ceremony. A woman on the side respectfully handed over a short wooden sword to the high priest's hand. The high priest held the wooden sword in his hand and slowly
Mr. Xu raised his hand high, pointed it at the sky, and muttered something:
"Great true God, please give us rain and hope, and please listen to the voices of your people on earth..."
As he spoke, the wooden sword held by the high priest emitted a dull luster. Then, a gust of wind suddenly appeared in the cloudless and starry sky, making the surrounding woods rustle. The crowd was also tense.
A burst of cheers followed.
"The true God has heard our voices and prayers! Compared to the high priest, he has already connected with the true God and has transmitted our demands!"
"Yes, I feel that the wind this time is stronger than in previous years, and the rain this time will be heavier! Long live the true God!"
Ma Long stood aside and looked coldly at the high priest in front of him who was mumbling words as if he was possessed by a ghost. He could see a little bit of the secret. He didn't know whether there was a true god, but he could feel it in the hands of the high priest.
The wooden sword indeed conveyed a trace of spiritual energy. And this spiritual energy also reacted with the five elements in the air, thus attracting the wind.
It turns out that the so-called witchcraft is nothing more than this! Seeing this, Ma Long understood in his heart. Just feeling the spiritual energy conveyed by the wooden sword, if the level of this high priest is divided by the level of the cultivator, I am afraid that she can even build
She is not even at a basic level, otherwise her body would not be so weak. However, the witchcraft she uses should be able to combine with the five elements and natural landscapes such as wind, rain, thunder and lightning, so praying for rain is incredible to ordinary people.
She is still very good at doing things.
Ma Long thought to himself: With your heretical level, you still have to hide the fact that you have to become a saint to pass on the inheritance. Are we surprised? Even if you come to ask for it, I am not willing to learn it. Chinese magic is even more profound and profound. If
If he used it a little, he might cause a sensation. Thinking of this, Ma Long had a plan in mind.
So, Malone remained silent for the time being and stood quietly watching the high priest continue her process of praying for rain.
After the wind blew, the high priest waved the sword in his hand, and then dark clouds filled the sky. The whole village had a real sense of being overwhelmed by dark clouds and threatening to destroy them.
The people standing on the ground looking up to the sky all made a sound of shock and fear. Facing the formidable sky, in the minds of these primitive people, the majesty was still great. Especially when paired with such rare sights around them.
of natural landscape.
Looking at the dark clouds rolling in the sky, this is already a precursor to the coming storm.
The sword in the hand of the high priest originally exuded a faint light, but now it seemed to be a little brighter. She turned her head slightly and said to Shen Bingbing who was standing aside and watching, "Watch the girl, this is the last step of praying for rain, you
If you are scared, you can cover your ears..."
Shen Bingbing shook her head vigorously, thinking, isn't it just thunder and rain? What's so scary about this?
"Okay, very good, very courageous," the high priest nodded with satisfaction, "He is indeed the successor chosen by the true God."
Shen Bingbing was speechless for a while after hearing this, but she was too lazy to say anything else. For some reason, she hoped in her heart that the elderly high priest would not succeed in praying for rain.
The high priest waved the sword out of thin air, and a sword light shot into the air. The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be turned away, and lightning and thunder started. First, a bright light illuminated the entire sky, and then there was a huge sound.
The roaring sound made people's ears buzz.
"It's going to rain, it's going to rain! The high priest's prayer for rain was successful!" Faced with this huge thunder, the villagers not only showed no fear, but also expressed joy from the bottom of their hearts.
The high priest nodded with satisfaction and waited for the rain to fall from the sky.
At this moment, Ma Long secretly activated the wind control technique, and suddenly there was a strong wind in the sky, which was several times stronger than the wind borrowed by the high priest just now. After all, Ma Long's current cultivation level is very high, and he can create terrifying things.
A tornado has the ability to destroy an entire village.
The strong wind seemed to open its mouth and swept across the village in an instant. The dark clouds that had just gathered together dispersed like a herd of sheep. And another bolt of lightning that just passed through was like a squib.
, the sound of thunder that everyone had been waiting for for a long time disappeared without a trace.
The whole sky became cloudless again, completely clear!
The high priest was stunned, her lips trembled a little, and she murmured: "How could this happen? Why didn't you come..."
