Before the magistrate of Daming Prefecture could finish speaking, Lin Huan, the "real person" of the prefecture's demon exterminator, had a serious look on his face. However, when he walked in the outer corridor, he still looked like a fairy. When he arrived at the hall of the magistrate, he immediately transformed into
A fat, middle-aged Taoist.
If Wei Hao were here, he would probably be very surprised, because this person looks exactly like Lin Huan, the owner of Jinbao Tower that he killed. There is no difference at all.
Even the way he speaks, every word, every move, is exactly the same as the fat man Wai Lin Huan, purely from the same mold.
"Master Lin, something bad happened?"
"A severe drought is coming, and it will last for three years."
"Wha...what?"
The magistrate of Daming Prefecture was a little confused, feeling like he couldn't turn his head around. After a while, he asked again, "A big, big drought? Or is it a three-year drought?!"
"good."
"Where to start!"
Zhizhou's whole body was about to explode. It didn't matter whether the Great Xia Dynasty was going to fall or not. What was important was that he had only been a Zhizhou for less than a year. According to the official system, it would start at least three years and peak at thirteen years.
Of course, thirteen years is a low-probability event that requires the right time, place, and people, and being an official for thirteen years must be closely related to some important event.
So normally, a three-year job transfer is considered normal. If you have a good career path, you can leave in one or two years.
For things like making money, as a magistrate, you don't need more than three to five years. One month is enough to cover ten years of expenses. This is the normal state.
He is already good enough, and he has already thought of running away, but if there is a big disaster now, it will be over.
We must lead the public to fight against disasters, this is our duty.
As a special period, disaster relief will extend the term, which leads to the question of when the disaster will end and when his term will end.
Of course, there are ways to advance. For example, if the disaster response is ineffective, then Zhizhou will definitely not have to do anything, and there will be nothing to do in the future...
"In the Ming Dynasty, Pindao is by no means an alarmist. This is the exact news after inquiring by the 'Qin Tian Jian', 'Xun Tian Jian' and 'Demon Eliminator Jian'. The local water veins are declining rapidly. Some Heze elves have all gone to seek refuge elsewhere.
.I still can’t find the reason, but the underground water veins in the entire Daming Prefecture are really cut off, and the water on the ground is used less and less. It is still the first month, the snow has melted, and there is still some, but as long as March comes,
In April...there is absolutely no need to think about spring plowing."
Lin Huan's words were quite polite. In fact, if the water veins of the land are cut off, one can only rely on God's will.
As much rain as God brings, there will be as much water as possible.
"You really don't know why the water veins were cut off?!"
Suddenly staring at Lin Huan sternly, Zhizhou said solemnly, "If you knew it but concealed it but didn't report it, do you know the connection? Don't think that you can deceive China now that the country is in decline!"
"Mingfu!"
Lin Huan also sounded solemn, "If I know this, do I still need to tell you secretly? Wouldn't it be easier to report it directly to Xia Yi?!"
"No!"
"Yes, Mingfu also knows that."
"..."
Of course it is impossible. Xia Yi obviously already knew about the severed water veins in Daming Prefecture, so the next question is how to transfer the people of Daming Prefecture.
At least part of it needs to be diverted.
Otherwise, there will be a shortage of water in the early stage of spring plowing. This is not a land border with tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people, but a state directly under the imperial court with hundreds of thousands or millions of people.
"Zhenren Lin has the ability to summon wind and rain. Can you create a altar to pray for timely rain?!"
Zhizhou has a clear idea. It is unlikely that he will pray for rain for a long time, but if there is some timely rain at the critical moment to ensure spring plowing and summer food, he can survive at least the first year.
The loss of half of the grain production is a small problem. You can always live frugally and live as long as you live.
Making money will make money, but he is not a stupid person. The best outcome is to let the disaster go and lose his official position.
Yao Fulan, the magistrate of Chao Prefecture, was directly killed and turned into ashes, leaving nothing behind.
The Yao clan didn't even dare to stop the archway in their hometown from being banned. Everything ended quietly. It's a bit excessive to say that a family was destroyed because of one person, but if it wants to rise again within three generations, the possibility is almost
zero.
Especially now that the country is in turmoil, the path of opening a subject and getting a scholar will definitely be interrupted for some time. During this period, if you want to stand up, you can rely on getting the honor immediately.
"A poor Taoist can open an altar to do this, but I also ask the Ming Dynasty to know that even the Dharma that conforms to God's will will always have strengths and weaknesses. If there are many obstacles, the rain that should come may be there, but it will be later and less.
. Among them, the Ming government is also well aware of the key points..."
"What about me...ah, yes, I understand."
Originally, Zhizhou thought that as a court official, how could he understand the ways of you cultivators?
But then I thought about it, I am an official in the court, these human cultivators, are they not doing things for the heaven?
To be an official in the court, you need a backer and someone to do things. There are many checkpoints. A seal requires a yamen. Although some yamen are small, at the critical moment, if there is no one else to stamp and sign, it will be useless for your prince's descendants to come.
The same is true for cultivation in the human world. This righteous law and that righteous law they practice are the regulations set by the heavenly court.
If you want to ask for rain, you must have a ceremony. Without a ceremony, it is not formal. If it is not formal, it means that the preparations have not been done well. If the preparations are not done well, the person in charge of the heavenly world may not approve it. Then the king of heaven, I
Come, not even a drop of rain will fall.
After all, if the ceremony is not formal, it means that the process is wrong. The process is wrong, but it still rains. If something goes wrong, the rain event will be reviewed in the future. Is it possible that the cultivation of human beings can be parachuted in and taken care of by the heavens?
It’s better to bring the little bastard from heaven to trial first.
After finally being ranked in the Immortal Class, only to be deprived of the Immortal status due to process problems, and maybe even be demoted to the mortal world. Who can bear this?
Be careful and you won't make a big mistake.
I don’t know how much merit rain can bring, I don’t know how much benefit rain can bring, and I don’t know how many lives rain can save. But if you don’t go through the process of rain and you will be laid off, you must know that.
All these factors make opening a forum a very demanding matter.
There are usually two situations for a famous great mage in the human world. One is that he is extremely powerful in the first place. He has many friends in the immortal world, so naturally he can do things smoothly. For example, he was an immortal in his previous life and went to experience the world of mortals. Naturally, his old friends have to give him advice.
To save face and make things convenient.
The other is to be a good person and able to do things. In daily life, all kinds of offerings and filial piety are fulfilled to the immortals and gods who are on duty in the heaven. There are many connections in the heaven. In this way, the method of opening an altar will be beneficial.
Obviously, Lin Huan was neither of the two, so he could only try his luck by following the process.
On the day when the altar is opened, the gods who take turns to do the rituals will give you face, so everything is easy to talk about; if you don't give face, they will criticize you, saying that your handprint is wrong, that magic weapon is wrongly placed, the quality of the three animals is too low, etc., this trip is in vain.
Therefore, Lin Huan's words to Zhizhou seemed euphemistic, but in fact they were extremely straightforward.
“Then what about the ‘Red Hero Statue’… ‘Red Hero Statue’?”
Zhizhou was very keen to find another idea. The wealthy businessmen must have spent huge sums of money in the local area. Knowing that the water veins were drying up, they also guessed that there might be a catastrophe.
Of course, the wealthy businessmen can leave Daming Prefecture and go to other places to avoid disasters, but the question arises, how to ensure that there will be no disasters after going to other places?
If you can be safe, seek peace. Obviously, in their eyes, the "Red Hero Statue" is really useful.
Just after mentioning the "Red Hero Statue", Master Lin's face trembled, and his body could not help but tremble, and then he said: "Perhaps the Ming Dynasty doesn't know how much commotion the 'Red Hero Statue' has caused in the fairy world, right?
"
"ah?!"
Zhizhou was suddenly surprised, "Isn't Wei Chixia the Juren of Beiyang Mansion? Could it be that he ascended to heaven?"
"Although I haven't ascended to the heaven, but the underworld... I really experienced it."
After saying that, Lin Huan told Wei Hao about breaking into the underworld. He was shocked to learn that Zhou was dumbfounded and could not speak for a long time.
Lin Zhenren continued: "Mingfu, Wei Chixia killed five kings of hell in the underworld. You must know that this prince of hell also has many enemies in the immortal world. Although friends of the prince of hell may not be happy with Wei Chixia, his enemies are now
But I admire Wei Chixia very much..."
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
It turns out that there is not much difference between cultivating immortality and being an official.
While Zhizhou was feeling emotional, he also confirmed something from Lin Huan's mouth. The "Red Hero Statue" was useful, but it was hard to say how to use it, and it was hard to say.
But Wei Chixia dared to kill even the King of Hell. Not to mention whether the matter was true or not, even if it was false, he must have at least had a fight with the Lord of Hell. Then the rumors spread, and the rumors became more and more evil. It was even said that he had killed the Lord of Hell.
To the point of killing.
Anyway, Wei Chixia must be capable.
Zhizhou had some calculations in his mind and asked, "What should I do if I ask for the 'Red Hero Statue'?"
"..."
Lin Huan really didn't want to recommend it, but he still said patiently: "Mingfu, the place where this 'Red Hero Statue' has the best effect is Beiyangfu, Chaohu, and Dongting Lake. After all, the local people have many legends.
.Furthermore, not every 'Red Hero's Portrait' is useful. Only those who are close to Wei Chixia can use their brush and ink to create magical and magical powers."
"The one currently circulating in this state..."
"It should be the best thing."
"I didn't expect that there are still such treasures passed down in this state. The ancestral court of the 'Da Ming Clan' still has its aura."
"..."
Lin Huan didn't want to get entangled in this issue. After reminding Zhizhou, the only thing left to do was to prepare for the severe drought. As the actual supervisor of the "Demon Suppressor", he had a lot to do.
"Mingfu, we need to make early plans to fight the drought. At least now, while the snow is still there, we can dig trenches and ponds to store water in advance. The little bit we can save is the best. As for how to open the altar, Pindao will contact you
Fellow Taoists from all over the world, please ask the Great Master for help when necessary."
"I heard that the Great Master has the ability to move mountains and seas, why not transport water from the Yellow River to prepare for emergencies?"
"Mingfu, the way to open the altar depends on God's will..."
After being reminded again, Zhizhou stopped asking further questions.
Following the process is a necessary condition.
But whether it will rain or not, and whether it can carry water from other places, are all separate matters.
The key problem is that we still don’t know the reason why the water veins are cut off, and we can’t trace the root cause. If you tell the local people that there is no water underground, and Daming Prefecture will be short of water this year, next year and the year after, how can the people believe it?
There is still a thick layer of snow on the eaves, and it squeaks under my feet when I go out. Is there a shortage of water? What kind of water is it missing?
That night, Zhizhou tossed and turned, wondering whether he should transport the illegal income of the past year back to his hometown tomorrow. If he failed to fight against the disaster in the future, at least the future generations would have enough food and clothing...
After midnight, Zhizhou fell asleep.
In his sleep, he found himself in a manor. The manor was very luxurious and did not hide the distinguished status of the owner at all.
Zhizhou didn't dare to walk around casually, but just wandered around the garden with a pond. It was called a pond, but it was as big as a small lake. There were lotus roots, fish and shrimps in the pond, and a small boat.
There is a man with a beautiful beard in a brocade robe on the boat. He is making tea with one hand and waving lightly with the other. The boat moves without wind and moves without an oar.
Zhizhou could see clearly that one of the hands of the handsome bearded man was actually wearing a gold and silver protective gear, like a glove, wrapped tightly.
"Gentleman, why don't you board the boat and have a drink with me?"
"It's really presumptuous to enter here by mistake."
"No, no, the gentleman must have entered by mistake. Someone specially invited me here."
"ah?"
Zhizhou looked a little puzzled, "I don't know why?"
"I came here especially to deal with the disaster in Damingzhou."
As soon as these words came out, Zhizhou was suddenly startled. Wasn't this something we had just talked about before? Why did it spread so quickly?
"Don't worry, I know the cause and consequences of this matter."
After saying that, the boat docked, and Zhizhou hurriedly boarded the boat. He raised his hands to salute, almost bowed to the bottom, then stood up and asked anxiously: "I would like to ask for your advice."
"please!"
The other party stretched out his hand and invited Zhizhou to take a seat, and then said: "I am one of the 'Four Dragon Gods', and I am also the 'Jishui Dragon God'."
"Ah?!" Upon hearing this, Zhizhou hurriedly bowed again, "I didn't know that Mr. Long was in person, so please forgive me."
"You are not guilty, but I am indeed guilty."
This "Jishui Dragon God" did not continue to talk nonsense. After pouring tea for the magistrate of Daming Prefecture, he sat upright, looked directly at the other party and said: "There is a reason for the water veins of Daming Prefecture to be cut off, and I am the reason for it."
"..."
Zhizhou's hand holding the tea trembled. He didn't drink a drop of tea, but spilled a piece of tea on his thigh.
He didn't dare to wipe away his situation, so he could only listen patiently to what the "Jishui Dragon God" had to say.
"I made a big mistake. Although I haven't been deprived of my status as a god, I will probably have to go to the 'Dragon Cutting Platform'. If I want to survive, it's not impossible to become a demon in the lower world, but I really can't accept it.
…”
Just hearing the beginning of what "Jishui Dragon God" said, Zhizhou was frightened. Is this something he can ask about?
Not knowing where he got the courage, Zhizhou hurriedly said: "Dragon Lord, Dragon Lord, the Dragon Lord is the Lord of the Water, how can you find a lower official to discuss such a big matter? If you want to find the Dragon Lord, you should also find the human king."
I, the Lord of Daxia, am in Xiayi, why don’t Lord Long go to Xiayi?”
"Well……"
Zhizhou's words really made "Jishui Dragon God" ponder for a long time. Soon, "Jishui Dragon God" nodded and said, "Yes, Wei Xiangxiang is a scholar of Daxia after all. If he looks for the Lord of Daxia, he might be able to
Ask Wei Xiangxiang to open up the net and let me live..."
"Wei, Wei Elephant?!"
Zhizhou was startled, and then he woke up. This dream was so real that Zhizhou couldn't let it go for a long time, but when he thought it was a dream, he still felt that it was unlikely.
How could the majestic Dragon God meet him in a dream?!
Invite him to tea?!
joke……
However, Zhizhou felt that the top of his thigh was a little wet. When he touched it with his hand, he found that it was indeed wet. He thought he had wet the bed, but when he smelled the water on his finger, it didn't seem to smell like urine.
Concerned, I stuck out my tongue and licked it to make sure it wasn't urine, but tea.
"It's not a dream?!"
"Really Dragon Lord?!"
Zhizhou was really shocked at this moment. Is the upcoming drought in Mingzhou actually related to the "Jishui Dragon God"?
And the "Jishui Dragon God" listened to his words and went to Xiayi to talk to the emperor?!
Did I accidentally do something terrible in my dream?
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