"Tomorrow it will be cloudy at the ugly time, it will rain at the Yin time, and it will stop at sunrise. The Shui Bo of Fuhe River in Changning County will hurry up and all the water gods in the county will help."
As soon as the sky turned dark, a majestic sound suddenly spread throughout Changning County.
As soon as the voice fell, it turned into dozens of rays of light and scattered around. One of them flew into an ancient well in Huang'ao Village.
"Qiu Ping, the Well God of Huangao Village, obeys the decree of the City God!"
An illusory black ribbon-shaped shadow flew up from the well, wrapping the light, and then a soft and child-like answering voice came from inside.
The black light dissipated and turned into a boy with a strange face. He was about four or five years old. His skin was slightly darker and his facial features were ordinary. He looked just like the wild boy running around in the village.
It's just that his forehead is high and there are two slender whiskers on his lips, making him look like a little old man.
"Alas, I was 996 in my previous life, and now I am 007. I can't escape the fate of being a laborer no matter where I go." After the child received the decree, his face was full of displeasure. This is the case with Shinto. Once he enters the system, he is subject to all restrictions.
Unless you stand at the top of the pyramid of this system.
His name is Qiu Ping. In his previous life, he was just a white-collar worker. I don't know if it was because of too much work, but when he woke up he inexplicably turned into a loach.
Qiu Ping's body swayed and turned into a black light again, rushing into the ancient well.
Like the Earth God, he is a low-ranking ninth-grade minor god.
This old turtle is Fuhe Shuibo, a seventh-grade god whose status is only below that of the City God.
As soon as he entered the water, he quickly transformed into a large loach about three feet tall. It was completely black except for a golden line on its back, which was brilliant and brilliant, giving it a somewhat magical look.
Fortunately, he was a loach with some legs, and was named the well god of Huang'ao Village by the city god of Changning County.
The old turtle's voice instantly reached the ears of all the water gods. Qiu Ping quickly moved the water beads and began to blow with great effort.
The rain stopped only when a bright color appeared on the horizon.
The melon seedlings at the head of the village were covered with crystal dew, and the fish in the water also swam to the shallow water of the pond. They are more sensitive to changes in the weather than humans, and they seem to welcome the new rain in this way.
s arrival.
The only thing that can reveal his spiritual aura is a misty white pearl suspended above the temple.
Qiu Ping's cheeks hurt a little. The weak wind rose from Huang'ao Village and combined with the wind blown by other water gods, causing the trees beside the road and the seedlings in the fields to sway and make rustling sounds.
"Buyu!"
Inside it was only a few acres, and there was a shabby palace that looked worse than a rich man's house in the countryside.
In just an instant, all the streams, springs, and underground water veins within a radius of ten miles were reflected in his mind, and all creatures in the water were under his control.
Qiu Ping swung his tail, quickly swam to the pearl, opened his mouth and swallowed it.
At this time, there was no moonlight in the sky. The water gods in Changning County were mobilizing water vapor, and the dark clouds were extremely low.
Of course, this thunder is just the sound of water vapor colliding, not the real thunder official casting a spell.
The big loach was so slippery that it immediately burrowed deep into the bottom of the well. It sank about three feet, and then it seemed as if it had broken through a barrier and entered a vast space.
Qiu Ping flicked his tail hard, his whole body jumped up from the water flexibly, and swallowed one of the rays of light in one gulp.
He kept inciting for more than four hours. He was so exhausted that Huang'ao Village finally had some fog.
If you are lazy even a little bit, people's livelihood will be in decline, and then the karma will backfire and the gods will not be able to live well.
The water vapor spread around like clouds, and an old turtle more than ten feet tall appeared inside. There were two sarcomas on its forehead, and its back carapace had faint textures like axes and chisels. Riding on the water vapor, it reached a high place in the blink of an eye.
However, the earth god still has a small, low temple in the village, and he is not even qualified to build a temple. He can only use a few bricks and stones to press a piece of yellow paper with his position written on it, and it is regarded as a sacrifice.
He is just a minor god from the ninth level, and he is not yet able to transform. His previous appearance was just a transformation of his soul with the help of authority.
Qiu Ping held the water drop in his mouth and quickly agitated the water vapor within a ten-mile radius, causing it to rise slowly and escape into the void.
Although it is said to be vast, it is actually relative to the cramped ancient well.
Moving clouds and spreading rain is not a simple job. He is not the son of a dragon, nor is he a great god like the Wind Boy and Rain Master. He does not have the ability to control wind and rain, and only has some half-baked magical powers to regulate water vapor.
The rain fell on the slightly dry and hard ground, under the eaves of other people's houses, and into the ancient well where Qiu Ping was.
Qiu Ping was exhausted and lay on the water with his stomach turned over, and the rain poured down on him.
As a god, Qiu Ping can keenly sense the joy and gratitude conveyed from all directions. In his sight, red lights like flames rise from the bodies of all the people in Changning County, rising upwards.
It's also vaguely similar to the smell of sandalwood in temples.
Warm power enveloped his soul, and his divine power increased rapidly, from about five strands of divine power to six strands of divine power.
This is just a local light rain, and it is not qualified for Lei Bu to participate.
The clouds became heavier and heavier, and by the time Yin time came, drizzles of rain fell from the sky, like fine silk on a silk lady's spinning wheel.
The name of this object is Dingshui Pearl, which is the seat of authority of the Water God He Bo. This object is indispensable for refining water veins and making clouds and rain. It is similar to the wat board of the Earth God and the lantern of the Traveling God.
"Blow the wind!"
The blowing of the wind also gathered all the water vapor mobilized by the water god into the mid-air, forming thick clouds, in which there was a faint dull thunder.
"Ah hoo hoo."
"Xingyun!"
The two whiskers on Qiu Ping's lips shook in the water, comforting himself with the mentality of being squeezed by capitalists in his previous life.
When the sky was darkest, a strong wind suddenly rose over the Fu River that passed through Changning County. The wind swept across the wide water surface and stirred up a huge amount of water vapor.
After drinking enough rainwater, the seedlings in the field became a little greener, and the originally hot air also had a cooler flavor.
It is really not easy to be a god. A light rain will make him as tired as a dead dog. But this is their duty. If they want to make the place they shelter prosperous, they need to work diligently.
This is incense.
About 60% of the incense fell into the City God's Temple, 30% into the Hebo Water Mansion, and the remaining 10% turned into dozens of incense and flew to the sacrificial places of various water gods.
"Who allowed us to earn this hard-earned money?"
This bit of divine power was the hard-earned money he earned from working all night.
In fact, it's quite a lot. According to his normal monthly salary, he would have to save up for at least three months without eating or drinking before he could gain any improvement in his divine power.
Fortunately, Shinto has a long history, and if you accumulate a little, you can always make a lot.