Although things like destiny are invisible and intangible to ordinary people, to ghosts and ghosts it is a measure of a mortal's value.
Your life is so valuable that even immortals and Buddhas would not dare to deceive you.
If your destiny is low, even a street kid will dare to confuse you and tease you.
Nowadays, the people in the thatched hut are all talented and talented people. Regardless of their moral character, at least their fate will not be too low. If their fate is too low, they will not have any fame.
The conceited scholar who had been dumped with cow dung was now full of confidence. When he saw Ning Caichen failed and walked down from the pavilion, he took the sacrificial inscription and volunteered to go up.
A moment later, the scholar had reached the top of the temple.
Because the top of Baosha was half demolished, strong winds and rain poured into the tower as soon as we reached the top. In addition, water accumulated on the top, making it difficult for ordinary people without the strength to stand firmly.
This scholar was full of confidence before, but when he reached the top of Baosha, he was blown by the violent wind and rain, and his feet were unstable. When he saw that he was standing nearly twenty feet high, his face turned pale with fright, his whole body trembled, and he could not even stand fighting.
Once he was stable, he immediately knelt down on the ground.
"How could it be? How could he kneel on the ground so well?"
Some scholars looked up and saw the scholar's actions and couldn't help but be puzzled.
"It's windy and rainy at the top of the Pagoda. I'm afraid I won't be able to stand firmly, but this is all a trivial matter. Let's see how this brother burns the sacrificial inscriptions and prays to the Dragon King."
Some children are more understanding and have no intention of blaming them.
Li Xiuyuan's expression suddenly changed at this time. He saw a faint figure of a dragon wandering among the dark clouds over Baosha, and the violent storm around him seemed to become even more violent.
"Master Magistrate, I'm afraid this is not a good thing. This scholar's destiny is not strong enough for him to talk to the Dragon King of Wujiang. He will be in danger if he stays up there. Master Magistrate, please quickly send someone to call him down." He walked a few steps,
He raised his hands to the prefect and said.
Although he disliked this scholar very much, it was just a verbal dispute. Given the tyranny of the Dragon King of Wujiang, this scholar's fate was not good enough and his merit was shallow. His fate would definitely be much more serious than Ning Caichen's, and he might even die if he didn't get it right.
The Lord Magistrate frowned and said: "Now that we have reached a critical moment, how can we stop in the middle and urge him to hurry up, burn the sacrificial inscriptions, and pray to the Dragon King?"
Even if a guard opens his mouth and shouts, urging the scholar to burn the memorial, don't waste time.
This cow dung scholar was kneeling on the top of the Pagoda, trembling all over, feeling frightened and terrified in his heart.
He thought that he could just go up to the altar and burn a memorial text and then come down. There was nothing else to do. Who knew that the wind and rain here were so strong that even people would be swept away, so how could he dare to stand up.
But the people below are urging me. Now I am riding a tiger and it is difficult to get off. If it doesn't work, I have to do it.
Immediately, the scholar gritted his teeth, stood up shivering and supported the wall, and then took out the memorial inscription from his arms.
But the moment he just stood up, a strange strong wind rolled around him. Coupled with the slippery atmosphere upstairs, he screamed in surprise and flew out uncontrollably.
"Ah~!"
A scream rang out, and the scholar actually fell from the top floor of the nearly twenty-foot-high Baosha. With a scream, the whole person fell to the nearby muddy ground with a loud bang, and the blood was accompanied by
The rain splashed far away.
Fall, fall to death?
This scene happened so quickly that many people didn't even react in a hurry. When they saw the scholar falling to the ground and dying tragically, they turned pale with fright and their hearts beat wildly.
All the scholars and Tongshengmen in the audience were silent, without saying anything. The surroundings were so quiet that even the prefect shuddered, as if the person who fell to the ground just now was not the scholar but him.
"Sure enough, something happened."
Li Xiuyuan closed his eyes, not wanting to see that tragic scene.
This scholar's destiny is obviously lower than Ning Caichen's. It makes sense if you think about it carefully. This scholar was humiliated like cow dung when he first came here. How high would such a person's destiny be?
The whole place was silent for a while.
"Boom~!"
Suddenly, a thunder exploded from the dark clouds, and then a bolt of lightning struck down and hit the altar on the top of the temple. In an instant, the altar and the tributes were torn into pieces and fell directly from the temple.
He fell down and fell to the ground like the scholar, turning into pieces all over the ground.
"Why, how come the altar was destroyed? Is there really no way to quell the anger of the Dragon King of Wujiang?"
The prefect's eyelids twitched at this moment, and he felt like crying but had no tears left.
He felt that his position as prefect was at an end, and when the floods hit his life, he would be doomed.
"Who, who else is going to go on stage to worship and calm down the Dragon King's anger?" The prefect jumped to his feet again, urging the scholars on his left and right.
This is the last method left by the old Jijiu Master. If it doesn't work, then there is really nothing left to do.
But at this moment, the scholars around them all had evasive expressions on their faces. Instead of the previous indignation and eagerness to try, some of them only had flinching and fear.
At this time, the scholar just remembered the meaning of what the old priest said before, and why only people with noble lives can go up to the altar to worship. The real reason for feelings is that only people with noble lives can live after they go up there.
If you come down, people who don't have enough life may die on it.
Everything about being brilliant and talented is fake, so don’t read this at all.
Didn’t the scholar who died just now have a good literary talent?
However, as soon as he stood up on the altar, the wind blew him down the altar. He fell to pieces and his body was still lying there.
Moreover, the wind blowing down the scholar is so weird, as if someone is pushing you from behind, and you can fall down even if you are so far away. This is why even the stupidest person knows that this is the Dragon King's anger, and it is not an accident.
What's more, no one here is stupid.
At this moment, when the prefect opened his mouth, no scholar answered. They just wanted to tear up the memorial in their sleeves immediately to avoid being named by the prefect.
"What's wrong? Why are all of them talking? Your memorial ceremony just now was ranked third among all the people. You go up and burn the memorial ceremony to worship the Dragon King?" Suddenly, the prefect pointed at a child and said.
The boy was so frightened that his face broke out in cold sweat, and his whole body trembled, but he didn't know how to respond.
He thought this was an opportunity to show off his literary talents and become famous, but he didn't know that this would threaten his life.
With this lesson learned, he dared to show up there.
However, when the prefect called his name, he had to respond, and it would be even more humiliating to refuse. The scholar suddenly let out an ouch, covered his stomach and said, "My stomach hurts so much. I'm afraid I'm seriously ill. I feel very uncomfortable now.
Xiaosheng is going to see the doctor..."
"..." Everyone looked at him strangely.
"Go to hell, you loser."
The prefect was furious and kicked the scholar.
The scholar fell to the ground and did not get up. He continued to cry, "Xiaosheng is really in pain. He is going to die. He is going to die."
"Take this trash away, and I will revoke his title later." The prefect's face looked particularly ugly.
Hearing this, the scholar who was pretending to be dead stood up again and said seriously: "Master Magistrate, Xiaosheng's illness is no longer serious. Please wait a moment, Master Magistrate. Xiaosheng will go to the temple immediately, burn the sacrificial inscriptions, and go to pay homage."
Worship the Dragon King."
"Don't force it." The prefect said through gritted teeth.
The scholar said righteously: "I won't force it. This is a just move. I will die without regrets."
"Very good, let me give you a try." The prefect's expression calmed down a little.
The scholar immediately strode toward Baosha with a brave and heroic look. His broad sleeves swayed, making him look very chic.
But before he had gone very far, he saw something flying out of his sleeves as he swung them left and right.
"Brother, please stay. Your memorial inscription seems to have fallen off." Someone suddenly reminded me.
"Is it?"
The scholar was shocked, looked around hurriedly, and when he saw that the memorial text had indeed fallen into the rain, he immediately said with grief and anger: "It seems that Xiaosheng's destiny is too shallow, and he can't even enter the gate of the temple. It is really God's will, God's will
ah."
"It's God's will that you, a loser, dare to talk nonsense here. I really think I'm blind. You clearly threw out the memorial text on purpose."
The prefect was so furious at this time that he rushed out of the hut and beat the scholar violently.
"My lord, please calm down. It's raining heavily outside, and there will be thunder and lightning. My lord, please don't leave the hut." The officers on the left and right hurriedly stopped the prefect.
The prefect roared angrily, "I must remove this loser from his title, I must."
The scholar was so frightened that he picked up the memorial text on the ground and ran away. He only prayed that there were so many scholars here that the prefect did not know his name and could not revoke his title.
"Who else is willing to go to Baosha again?" Seeing the loser run away, the magistrate shouted to the other scholars.
The other scholars were still dodging left and right, and no one responded.
"After all, this trip is unavoidable, but it's okay. Sooner or later, I have to meet the Dragon King of Wujiang, let's do it today."
Li Xiuyuan sighed in his heart, then stood up and said: "Sir, I'll go."
Seeing that no one answered, the prefect wanted to curse, but when he saw a scholar coming out, he swallowed his words immediately, and then looked at him suspiciously, and saw that this man was tall, handsome, and had the same temperament as an ordinary scholar.
It was different, there was no fear in his eyes, and the anger in his heart had just calmed down a lot.
"Are you going? It seems that I have never seen the memorial letter you wrote."
Li Xiuyuan said: "There is no need to offer sacrifices. The Dragon King will show up when the intention comes."
"Okay, let me give you a try." The magistrate nodded, since he was not going to the altar himself, so who cares?
Li Xiuyuan didn't say much, he just gave a salute and strode towards Baosha.
"Brother Li, be careful, it's windy and rainy up there." Ning Caichen shouted.
"Don't worry Guorong, I'm fine." Li Xiuyuan said.
"..." Ning Caichen said: "My name is not Guorong, my name is Ning Caichen."
"Don't worry about this little detail." Li Xiuyuan smiled and disappeared into the temple.