"The Immortal Master only needs to come forward to pray for rain. Whether it can come true or not, there will be a hundred taels of silver. At this time, the drought is serious and the people are excited, so we still need to give people a little hope."
"If that doesn't work, the Immortal Master will leave secretly, and I will find a body and throw it on the stage for the people to vent their anger."
"If the Immortal Master doesn't believe it, the Immortal Master can participate in the entire manufacturing process of this rain praying platform and replace the corpses used, or he can prepare it in advance for the Immortal Master to inspect."
The old man's three words completely moved Liu San.
No one dares to earn money that is life-threatening.
If you just take a certain risk... that's another matter.
After all, almost all "sudden wealth" comes with corresponding risks.
The old man retreated quietly, with the expression on his face still pious and respectful. His gray beard grew on his thin and wrinkled face, and the word "kindness" was written on it no matter how you looked at it.
Liu San slowly stood up from the bamboo chair.
He looked solemnly and compassionately at the people who were kneeling.
"Alas... this severe drought is actually caused by someone disrespecting the gods, which caused the gods to express their anger. Although I have personal interests with the gods, I do not want to interfere in such mortal matters."
"It's just... If the drought continues like this, people are destined to starve and die everywhere, and the ground will be thousands of miles bare. I can't bear it, so I can only open an altar to pray, and my soul will fly to the sky for nine days to meet the gods, hoping to gain a little face. See
Let’s see if there is any room for maneuver.”
Although Liu San agreed to pray for rain, he still did not finish his words.
Instead, a certain amount of leeway is left.
At the same time, he gave himself a tiger skin.
The old man on the side still kowtowed with gratitude, as if he really believed Liu San's nonsense.
But he kept saying: "That's good! That's good!"
"But I don't know when the immortal master will open the altar, when will he pray for rain, and where will the Dharma platform be located?"
Liu San rolled his eyes, pointed to the wild temple behind him and said: "There is no need for a Buddhist altar, and there is no need to spend more time, money or food. Three days later... I will pray for rain in this temple. Although this place is remote, it is
In the blessed land of Lingshan, there are also virtuous and true immortals who live here for a long time."
"It's better than any Dharma platform in the world."
Liu San was a little more distracted.
Although the old man agreed to let him participate in the entire process of building the altar.
But he still couldn't believe it.
Because he had been deceived and deceived all the time, there were several secret caves hidden in Liu San's wild temple. If something fishy happened, Liu San was ready to run away at any time.
The old man agreed with a twinkle in his eye.
Instead, they followed the old man, and the young men standing behind him showed a bit of disdain in their expressions.
Neither the old man nor his nephews had any hope in praying for rain.
What they really wanted to do was the ancient wells in Wang Village next door.
There is also the Liuwang River shared by the two villages.
When Liu San fails to pray for rain, they will definitely let Liu San leave.
However, the person who accepts the 'punishment' on Liu San's behalf will not be a dead person, but a fool who has no father or mother in the village where the old man belongs.
Because Wangcun is the richest among the ten miles and eight villages, with several wealthy households, Wangcun alone has to bear most of the money spent on praying for rain this time.
Praying for rain failed and money was lost... The people of Wangcun must have borne the brunt and been the most angry.
Once someone dies in Liujia Village, it can be justified and arouse the common hatred among the villagers.
They all made up their minds and went to seize the water source.
Although this calculation is not publicity, it is really sneaky and cannot be justified by outsiders.
Only the most trustworthy descendants in the family know about the old man's plan.
As long as you live long enough, many things in this world will no longer be an obstacle.
Morals, ethics, conscience, etc... are all just bullshit for an old man who wants to continue living, keep his family and his village alive.
Of course, Liu San will not end well either.
The reason why the old man came to Liu San to pray for rain was because he had a handle on him.
I learned that Liu San was secretly hiding a woman and a child in Hongmen Town, seventy miles away.
Over the years, he has kept most of the money he made through fraud and abduction with his own women and children, but he dared not publicize it to the outside world, lest his deceived enemies come looking for him.
After getting a hundred taels of silver, Liu San would definitely run away with his wife and children.
The manpower arranged by the old man was already stationed in Hongmen Town, just waiting for Liu San to fall into the trap.
Three days later, praying for rain began.
Not too particular about it.
Wearing a strange outfit, Liu San pretended to dance a messy dance.
He was holding a 'magic weapon' that he had randomly made in his hand, shaking it constantly.
His whole body was shaking like he was having a convulsion, and he was mumbling random words and notes in his mouth.
These are meaningless, just for show.
Wait until the prelude is almost done.
Liu San didn't know whether it was because of his conscience, or because he felt that he had to deal with something.
He began to pray for rain using the spell he knew.
In the past, he had only used this spell to beg for small things.
The smaller the thing, the greater the probability of success.
But the desire to be rich, to be a high official, to be an emperor has never been realized.
Every time he failed, a snake-skin-like patch would grow on the soles of his feet.
Now Liu San's soles are covered with snake spots.
The more you recite the mantra, the faster it becomes, and the more you recite it, the more urgent it becomes.
Liu San suddenly started to jump again.
This time his dance was no longer random, but had a strange and strange rhythm.
His body seems to be able to twist into any unimaginable shape and make some creepy movements.
The old man's descendants looked at him with wonder.
His face did not show the piety on the faces of the people around him.
Only the old man felt a little weird.
He seemed to see absolute fear from Liu San's masked face, through the mask, and in his focused eyes...
Suddenly, Liu San's body could no longer bear these weird movements.
His skin began to tear.
Bright red blood seeped out from the broken skin wounds.
At the same time, above the sky, even though it was clear and sunny, there were still bursts of muffled thunder.
After a while, a black and red cloud floated inexplicably, covering the top of the mountains, covering the entire north of the Min Kingdom, and even based on this, it spread to more and wider areas.
Liu San danced and chanted mantras faster and faster, becoming more and more urgent.
Gradually, he was no longer visible.
But there were many bright red bloody footprints on the ground in front of the wild temple.
And this bloody footprint seems to be drawing a talisman... drawing an extremely strange, yet extremely powerful talisman.
"Hurry! Stop him!" Although the old man didn't know why, his years of survival experience and instinct made him want to stop all this from happening.
But the appearance of dark clouds made people crazy. They kowtowed to Liu San crazily and prayed crazily for heavy rain to come.
When the old man said this, he was knocked to the ground by two strong men with sticks.
Even the elder's juniors did not stand up to stop him.
Perhaps... the plan to capture Wangcun was perfect.
However, if you don't have to do this, you can get rainwater to irrigate the earth, why bother?
Wangcun... is, after all, the strongest village among the eight villages in the country.
Boom!
The thunder was rolling, and the red and black clouds were rolling continuously, as if there were countless innocent souls and ghosts, entangled and struggling in it.
The next second, large drops of rain seemed to have fallen down.
People felt the coolness on their heads and the cold feeling of the rain hitting their bodies, and they cheered one after another.