Self-cultivation of Dragon Palace disciples

Three days later, a group of five people braved the downpour and arrived at the county government office in Zhiyuan County.

Two of the five people were wearing moiré soap clothes like Fang Lin, and with them were three Taoist priests in Taoist robes.

Miraculously, the five of them braved the torrential rain, and except for the wet shoes, the clothes on their bodies were not exposed to the rain.

"I've seen Lin Zhi County." The two arresters cupped their hands at Lin Qiaosheng: "We are arresters under the Master Zhang, and these three are Qingwei sent by the imperial court. Reverend Qianming, Reverend Kunyi and Uncle Kun Real people."

The three Taoist priests nodded to Lin Qiaosheng one by one.

Lin Qiaosheng politely nodded to the two arresters, and then quickly walked to the front of the three Taoist priests of the Qingwei Sect, bowed and saluted: "Three Taoists, the rainstorm has lasted for more than three months, can it stop raining?" method?"

The three Taoist priests have not spoken since they came in.

Hearing Lin Qiaosheng's question, two of them, Uncle Kun and Kun Yi, showed embarrassment, and they looked at the leader, Daoist Ganming at the same time.

Gan Ming's appearance gave people a very pleasant feeling. Looking at the other party, Lin Qiaosheng felt that the other party looked like an old man or a young man, and he couldn't judge his age for a while.

Let's say he is old, this man has thick black hair, and his face is as clean and flawless as a child's.

But if you say that he is young, the other party has a long beard that reaches his chest, and his expression and attitude give people a mature and prudent feeling.

This made Lin Qiaosheng unable to judge whether the other party was old or strong for a while.

The real Gan Ming didn't answer right away, he turned around and walked to the window, staring at the sky outside the window intently.

After a while, he said solemnly, "Master Lin, this rain is not the rain we usually see."

"Huh?" Lin Qiaosheng was stunned for a while, looking at the other party in confusion, waiting for the other party's explanation.

Gan Ming said in a deep voice, "This rain was cast by someone."

"Man-made!" Lin Qiaosheng was shocked, and then he was furious, trembling his hands, angrily punched the air, and said angrily: "Who is the one who did evil, so evil that he rained rain and harmed the people under my rule?" , really hateful! Hateful!"

Lin Qiaosheng said twice hateful, and gritted his teeth angrily.

However, although he was angry, he still tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, cupped his hands and said solemnly: "Master Qianming, is there a way to break the evil law?"

Reverend Gan Ming seemed to have expected Lin Qiaosheng to ask this question, he frowned and said: "There is a way to crack it, but you must first find the altar where the other party casts the spell. With such a large-scale rainstorm, it is extremely difficult to cast spells out of thin air. The only way is to open the altar." Actions can do it.”

"We must know the location of the altar. As long as the altar is destroyed, the dark clouds in the sky will naturally dissipate."

Lin Qiaosheng was in a hurry, but he couldn't help but frown when he heard Master Ganming said that he was looking for an altar.

"My lord, what does this altar look like, and if it is placed, where would it be the most suitable place?" Fang Lin asked at this time.

He doesn't understand the magic of this sect, but Ganming Daoist, as a Daoist Daoist, naturally understands these things.

So instead of guessing by yourself, it's more convenient to ask the real person Ganming directly.

Daoist Gan Ming didn't refuse, he asked bluntly: "Magistrate Lin County, may I ask if there is anything unusual around Zhiyuan County?"

"Strange?" Lin Qiaosheng was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized.

"If you want to say something unusual, there is really a place."

"Oh? Where is it?" Daoist Ganming was overjoyed when he heard the words. He thought the other party would hide it more secretly, but in the end he set up an altar so openly!

Could it be that he thinks that there are no high-level people who can stop this remote county town?

Lin Qiaosheng looked at Fang Lin.

Fang Lin understood, stepped forward and cupped his hands and said, "Really, there is a village twenty miles east of Zhiyuan County called Xiaoyu Village. The Xiaoyu Village is next to the Jiujiang River. Under such a heavy rain, it was the first village to be submerged. It should be these villages near the river, but this small fishing village is different."

"Other surrounding villages were flooded, but only the small fishing village was not flooded by the river, as if the river over there would go around this village."

When Gan Ming heard this, he showed hesitation.

He asked, "Which village did it rain?"

"Rain."

"Rain?" Gan Ming looked at Fang Lin in surprise.

Fang Lin replied: "Yes, man, although this small fishing village was not submerged by the flood, it was still within the scope of the heavy rain. It's just that they are countless times better than the other villages."

When it comes to the situation in the small fishing village, Fang Lin is also quite impressed, and at the same time quite puzzling.

I don't understand why other villages were flooded, but the small fishing village was fine.

Reverend Ganming twisted his long beard, stroked it lightly, narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Let's go to the small fishing village to have a look, although the poor Taoist is not sure whether the demon opened an altar in the small fishing village, but let's go first It’s okay to have a look there.”

"Then please ask the Taoist priest." Lin Qiaosheng bowed his hands gratefully to Master Qianming.

Daoist Ganming smiled lightly, and said politely: "There is no need to do this, it's all for the court and the common people."

The group quickly walked towards the small fishing village under the leadership of Fang Lin.

And Fang Lin, who was traveling with him this time, also understood why these people were able to stay away from the rain without seeing them wearing coir raincoats.

The moment they went out, they could only hear Ganming Daoist chanting words, and then for some reason, with a wave of his hand, Fang Lin felt as if there was an extra layer of invisible and intangible things on his body to help him block the rain.

He first experienced this magical spell in surprise, and then quickly led them to the small fishing village.

At this moment, the small fishing village is no longer a small village of sixty households, and almost every household is full of people.

There are also some who simply set up a shed in the yard of other people's house and live there temporarily.

Among these people, apart from some refugees from other villages, most of them are brothers-in-law, relatives and friends of villagers in this village.

Huzi's house.

Wang Hu sat at the door with his head depressed, watching the torrential rain outside with a sad expression on his face.

There are not only my own wife and children in the house, but also my father-in-law's family.

It's not that he dislikes his father-in-law's family living in his own home, but he is worried about food.

Although the small fishing village was not flooded, due to the impact of the heavy rain, the rice in the rice tank was wet, and the food at home had already run short.

Just when Wang Hu was worrying about the next meal, there was a sudden knock on the gate of the yard.

"Huzi, open the door quickly, I am Er Niu!"

Wang Hu hurriedly put on his coir raincoat and went to open the door, "It's raining, what's the matter with you?"

Wang Hu was puzzled.

Er Niu said: "It's too late to explain, just follow me."

Wang Hu was full of doubts, he closed the door behind him and followed Er Niu, "Where are we going?"

"Go to the village's hometown. The village elder said that every household has to carry tributes to worship the Dragon King, and pray that the Dragon King will stop the rain!"