The scene that was supposed to rain was instantly blown away by a gust of wind. The villagers present looked horrified, not understanding what an ominous omen this was.
"How could it be! Where are the clouds? Where's the rain? Why did the weather suddenly clear up? How could it be like this!"
"That's right! Usually the high priest prays for rain once and for all. Why doesn't it work today? Is the high priest really old and useless?"
"Or is it because the True God is unwilling to send rain to punish us? But our faith in the True God has always been very devout. Is this an ominous sign?"
The whole square was buzzing, and the villagers were whispering to each other, wondering why their rain prayers failed this time.
The high priest also stood on the spot, wondering why she missed this time. This was something that had never happened to her since she became the high priest.
Of course, this was also because she had never met Ma Long before, but she met him today, and she wanted to keep his fiancée by force, so she suffered his prank.
Soon, the high priest seemed to understand what was wrong.
It's the wind! The high priest thought to himself, it was the strong wind just now that blew away the dark clouds that I had finally gathered! Could it be that other places are also praying for rain and are in conflict with us? What is the wind?
Where did it come from?
There are countless reasons that the high priest can't figure out, but now is not the time to think too much. Hundreds of pairs of eyes below are looking forward to praying for rain to alleviate the drought. Another point is that in front of the successor he has chosen, he clearly
He boasted so much that he showed her the power of his witchcraft to control wind and rain. If it failed, what would be the shame?
Ma Long saw the gloomy and uncertain face of the high priest at the side, and secretly smiled in his heart. He had just used the wind control technique to scatter the signs of rain that she had gathered, and it seemed that the high priest was in chaos.
It seems that the strength of the so-called true god is nothing more than this!
Shen Bingbing waited for a long time, but there was no rain. In fact, let alone rain, the sky was now filled with stars, and there was not even a little bit of wind. The villagers in the square were all whispering, looking like they were in constant panic.
Shen Bingbing seemed to have guessed that the high priest had failed in praying for rain, so she deliberately asked:
"High Priest, is the ceremony over? Why can't I see anything about the secret technique you said I would learn in the future? Could it be that my naked eyes cannot see the mystery? But it was promised to rain.
?How come you don’t even see a bit of misty rain?”
The high priest's face was a little uneasy. She was asked on the spot how to answer.
The middle-aged women serving her beside the high priest yelled: "How dare you! How dare you mock the high priest? Just now - there was just an accident!"
Hearing the scolding from people around her, Shen Bingbing looked nonchalant. Now that Ma Long was standing beside her, she had someone to rely on and felt very safe. She stuck out her tongue at the middle-aged women.
The expression seems to say "Go ahead and fool the devil!"
The middle-aged women were even more furious when they saw it. The high priest intervened in time and stopped the middle-aged women's behavior.
"That's enough! Just say a few words, you two." The high priest said slowly, with a hint of irresistible majesty, "I did fail just now. What this girl said is right. There is nothing to refute.
It seems that I am getting old...hey..."
Seeing the high priest in such a disappointed and depressed mood, Ma Long felt pity and thought, "You are not old, you are the unlucky one to have met me."
"Let's do it again!" After the high priest sighed heavily, he announced, "No matter what, we have to pray for rain from the villagers today, otherwise, what's the use of me, the high priest!"
The high priest’s heartfelt words greatly moved the villagers present, and they all said:
"High Priest, don't overwork yourself, you should focus on your body!"
"If the high priest is tired, he can rest for the night and pray for rain tomorrow. It's not too late to pray for rain tomorrow. Anyway, there is a long drought every year, so it's not too late to pray for rain tomorrow."
"Yes, we see the high priest's contribution to our villagers, and we also ask the high priest to take a good rest!"
Faced with the kindness of the villagers, the high priest felt warm in his heart. So he said: "Pray for rain again. If it fails again, let's try another day. It seems that I am really old and a bit useless..."
After finishing speaking, the high priest once again picked up the wooden sword on the table and pointed the tip of the sword towards the sky. Bursts of light came from the wooden sword, and then the sky seemed to react with it - the wind blew up, the clouds gathered,
Thunder and lightning!
It was another scene before the rain. Seeing this scene, the square cheered again.
"It's done! It's done! It's going to rain soon!"
"It's okay to fail once in a while. The high priest is still as reliable as ever!"
"I can sleep peacefully tonight when I go home. I no longer have to worry about the drought! Thank you to the high priest! Thank you to the true God for your protection!"
Ma Long stood aside and secretly used the "Wind Control Technique" again. He was also full of apologies: High Priest, don't blame me. Who made you want to force Shen Bingbing to be your disciple of some saint? I don't want to force Shen Bingbing to be your disciple.
I have to show my hand so that you can retreat in spite of difficulties!
As soon as the wind control technique was used, the wind blew up again. The strong winds rushing in from all directions were like soldiers rushing into the crowd, blowing away the poor dark clouds that had just gathered.
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"How is it possible!" Seeing the sudden and weird strong wind again, the high priest's whole body was shocked. He couldn't believe it was such a coincidence. He encountered this wind twice, as if someone deliberately made things difficult for him, hoping to make his prayer for rain worse.
Failure! Who could it be? The true god? The only person she could think of who had such ability was the true god, and her whole body trembled involuntarily.
Unwilling to give up, the high priest once again gathered all the witchcraft in his body, pointed the tip of his sword at the sky, and forcibly gathered the scattered dark clouds again. He muttered: "Great true God, please give us rain. Our faith has never changed.
, please don’t punish us in this way..."
But no matter how much the high priest repented and prayed in his heart, the clouds gathered by the high priest were simply defeated in the face of Ma Long's wind control skills.
"High Priest!" A woman quickly supported the collapsed high priest who was leaning back, "Are you okay?"
The high priest was supported by four women and barely managed to avoid falling. The fight just now almost drained all the energy from her body, making her even weaker.
"No, I'm fine. Didn't the true God hear our prayers? How could it be like this..." The high priest still didn't believe what he was seeing.
At this time, Ma Long came out with a smile and said: "It seems that the true God and the so-called witchcraft you believe in are not very reliable! It just so happens that we in the East also have the ability to pray for rain, so let me try it too
