During these seven days, the master and the apprentice had to take a hot bath each at sunrise and sunset. The village arranged carts to bring water back for several days before they could supply it.
In addition, although both his master and apprentice were fasting, their three meals a day consisted of fine white flour, and they ate a lot.
Not only that, the afternoon tea soup and the midnight snack before going to bed are even more enjoyable.
After being raised for seven days, the master and the apprentice looked very good, and their cheeks were no longer thin, especially the old Taoist Huo Yazi, whose originally dark and dry skin had become rosy.
The only one who suffered a lot was the head of Qianzhuang. In addition to the required tribute, he also had to go to the county town to buy food for the master and apprentice every day.
It's not that he is willing to do it himself, but because only he and a few elders in the village can read a few big characters. The rest of the young villagers are illiterate and are afraid of being cheated of their money, so they have to do it themselves.
Zhuangtou also freed up the main room in the front yard for the two of them to live in. The old man snored every night, which made the sparrows in the front yard restless. Even Cheng Yu in the backyard could hear the loud snoring. p>
But apart from these, everything else is pretty normal.
The master and the disciple meditated and rested normally at noon every day, and chanted sutras during the rest of the time.
Anyway, the villagers don’t understand what sutras are being recited.
With a little incense and smoke, let alone those bankers, even Cheng Yu could see that this old man was somewhat presentable.
To be honest, this veteran's superficial skills are not bad.
Normally, he looks like a fairy in front of others, especially when he plays with a whisk in his hand, his technique is quite similar to Cheng Yu's hand turning a pen when he was in school in his previous life.
……
On the seventh day, when the sun was setting, Huo Yazi and Feiyan each took another bath and put on their newly washed robes.
The tattered patchwork coats they changed into before entering the village had long been hidden by Feiyan.
The master and disciple at this time are very different from when they first entered the village.
Cheng Yu looked at them coldly from a high place, his clothes were clean, his hair was in a neat bun, and his eyes were bright.
These two guys have enjoyed the blessings here for seven days. They have been resurrected with full health and are getting more and more into the drama.
Just after Shen hour, the sun began to set in the west, and the originally peaceful village was now bustling with people.
Almost all the families in the village came out, and a total of nine pairs of young and strong men and women (there were not enough boys and girls) were selected to carry various tributes and corresponding magical weapons. There was also another person leading two strong green donkeys, chattering toward them.
Walk slowly towards the Dragon King Temple behind the village.
The sparrows also joined in the fun, but when they flew in front of the back door of the village, they didn't dare to take another step.
Only Hei Tantou followed Cheng Yu and flew a distance away from the tree crown, but he did not dare to fly forward anymore and turned back to the village amidst the chirping sounds.
Cheng Yu didn't force him to go watch the fun with him, just a bird flying alone above the crowd.
There were many people at this time, and they were no longer afraid of the giant eagle.
He folded his wings and landed on the overhanging eaves of the Dragon King Temple, looking down at the dark crowd at his feet.
Naturally, there was not enough room for all the villagers to stand in the temple courtyard. Most of them stood on tiptoe outside the earthen wall and stretched their heads to look into the courtyard.
Huo Yazi stood at the door of the palace, turned around and said to the people behind him:
"The poor Taoist will be praying for blessings in the heavenly altar formation inside the temple. Folks, please wait outside the temple and do not enter the temple to disturb my formation."
After saying that, he turned around and entered the palace with Feiyan without closing the door.
Cheng Yu flew into the hall from the window on the gable on the side of the hall, and saw that the original altar table in the hall was arranged as a bill, and the veteran Huo Yazi was respectfully offering incense to the statue of the Dragon King.
It was only then that Cheng Yu saw the complete Dragon King statue for the first time.
This look...
I have seen some dragon kings like Cheng Yu in his previous life, but I have never seen any dragon king without a crown, a single horn on his bald head, and a dark complexion all over his body, except for the two whites of his eyes, which are completely split and slightly swollen.
Appearing ferocious.
At the same time, there was a faint smell lingering in the hall. It was not the smell of sandalwood, but more like it was emanating from the statue of the god.
"The sword comes."
Huo Yazi stretched out his right hand and said calmly.
Feiyan gently took out a sheathed sword from the baggage.
"Sword please."
The little Taoist boy raised his sword with both hands and handed it over respectfully.
The old Taoist took the sword and unsheathed it, but it was a broken sword, and the sword body was as black as carbonized wood.
There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he held a sword flower in his hand and started dancing in the hall.
"Woo woo woo..."
Despite his age, the old Taoist danced his sword and whined in the wind, leaving ebony residual images flying around him like flies.
Yes, what Cheng Yu was thinking about at this moment was a swarm of flies flying around the old man.
However, this veteran's performance is really interesting. From this, it seems that no matter when he is trying to make a living, he must have some real skills.
It's just that the movements of his sword dance are quite familiar, but he can't remember what the sword technique is.
Standing in the front row outside the hall were Zhuangtou and several village elders. Seeing this scene, they looked at each other and nodded secretly.
"Boom!"
There were bursts of thunder in the distance.
Cheng Yu couldn't help but tremble when he heard the thunder, and then he realized that he had flown into the palace unknowingly and landed on the shoulders of the Dragon King Statue.
After hearing the thunder, the old Taoist felt happy, God helps me.
He put down the broken ebony sword, took out a wooden bowl, which contained a full bowl of new millet rice, pinched a handful from it, sprinkled it on the ground and started to set up the formation.
Cheng Yu watched the ghostly talisman-like formation on the ground gradually being completed. The crowd outside the hall was already very excited when they heard the thunder in the distance, and everyone suppressed their excitement.
The old god is so clever.
"Woo~"
"The wind is blowing, the wind is blowing!"
"The old fairy is indeed extremely effective!"
"He's saved! Thank you, God!"
The crowd cheered and knelt down, kowtowing to Huo Yazi Bangbang, who had just finished performing the formation in the hall.
Huo Yazi heard people talking outside the palace. After circling the circle a few times, he made up his mind.
He put down the wooden bowl, picked up the broken ebony sword, and took a few steps to the steps of the palace gate. Suddenly he changed his face to a ferocious expression, frowned and glared, and shouted sternly at the kneeling crowd below:
"Hey! All of you in the audience listen to the truth! The Taoist formation has been completed, but you must continue to practice it to ensure that your village has good weather in the 7749th year. Within three days, no one is allowed to approach the temple, otherwise you will be blessed.
If disaster is imminent, please retreat to the village immediately and do not move around at will!"
"Oh, yes, yes, hurry up, hurry up, the old god is going to do something."
The village head shouted, and all the villagers behind him stood up and retreated.
"Take a walk, go home and wait for the old god to send rain."
"That's right, it's going to rain soon. Go home and catch the rain."
In the blink of an eye, there was no one in front of the temple, and everyone in the village, young and old, ran towards the temple with joy.
"Swish, swish, swish"
The leaves rustled in the wind, and the whole foot of the mountain was extremely cold at this time. Only the candlelight flickered in the Dragon King Hall.
Feiyan looked outside the palace and saw that there was no one in the courtyard except for a donkey tied to the left and right sides.
He climbed up to the top of the wall of the earthen courtyard in small steps, stretched his head in the direction of Zhuangzi, and saw that the farmers had already gone home, and there was no one else outside the village.
After a while, the sound of "Ding Ding Ding" in Zhuangzhuang sounded again.
Feiyan smiled, jumped back into the palace, turned around and closed the door.
"Master."
"Shh!"
Huo Yazi, who was squatting on the ground, turned around and silenced Feiyan.
"What are you doing rubbing these millet rice?"
Huo Yazi rubbed the millet grains used for formation on the ground and put them back into the bowl, and said: "These are also grains and should not be wasted."
"Then why did you bother to set up this useless formation in the first place? It's not japonica rice anyway, so it's useless to spread it."
"What does Xiaopo know? If he hadn't gone through so much trouble as a teacher, how could he have frightened those Zhuang Han?"
Xiao Feiyan curled his lips and saw the ready-made pastries on the table. The colors were so beautiful that he couldn't help but step forward, take one and stuff it into his mouth.
"Heh... Bah! Bah!"
He almost vomited out the dinner in his stomach as soon as he chewed it.
He broke open another piece of pastry that was intact on the outside, looked at the broken and black interior, and cursed repeatedly.
"This pastry looks good on the outside, but it's completely ruined on the inside. These crafty people dare to fool even the tributes. They deserve to have no rain for many years."
