"It's an immortal"
Several bandits, who smelled of sweat and alcohol, hurriedly knelt down and threw aside the large blades they used to chop people.
Chu Feng shook his head and thought that Wang Lun was really lax in his management of the village. He actually allowed the patrolling bandits to drink. If they were in the army, they would have been beaten with military sticks until their skin was torn.
"Well, continue patrolling."
After saying this, Chu Feng's figure blurred and disappeared, shocking everyone again.
Returning to the Juyi Hall, Chu Feng sat cross-legged and read the Qi Training Chapter of the "Tao Jing", absorbing the almost non-existent spiritual energy in the world. The sun rose and set, day and night changed. Five days passed in a flash, and Chu Feng opened his eyes. Eyes, a mysterious purple light flashed in the eyes.
"System, ask Wang Lun to come over."
In about the time it took for a stick of incense to be burned, Wang Lun, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, arrived. There was a slight sweat on his smooth forehead and his breathing was a little hurried. It was obvious that he had arrived in a hurry.
"Immortal Chief, the matters concerning entering the Taoism and deity statues previously ordered have been taken care of. No one within a radius of five hundred miles knows that the Immortal Chief will be praying for rain at the East Tower of Jeju Prefecture."
"Very good, Pindao will set off first, and you will rush after him."
Chu Feng stood up and walked out. The bandits he met along the way, no matter how old or young, all had their hair tied up in buns, wore Nanhua scarfs, and blue Taoist robes. They gathered together in twos and threes and chatted. Those who didn't know it thought Liangshan was occupied by Taoist priests.
When he arrived at the gate of Shuizhai Village, Chu Feng looked up and saw clearly written on the plaque: Daxue Mountain Bu Lao Peak Changsheng Temple Liangshan Branch Temple. The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, like an iron painting with a silver hook. At first glance, it was written by a famous artist. Chu Feng secretly thought Nodding, Wang Lun did a good job in this matter.
After boarding the boat, we rowed for five or six miles in the rippling blue lake. Twelve mid-sized boats emerged from the reed swamp in front of us. They all had a statue of a god on them. They looked different, but some were older and some were newer. It was said that Wang Lun sent bandits to a nearby Taoist temple to "borrow" it again.
Chu Feng frowned slightly and asked in his heart.
"System, can these twelve statues receive the power of incense?"
"able"
Chu Feng felt relieved, but he didn't know how many miles the boat had traveled. The shore was in sight. When he was about a hundred steps away from the shore, Chu Feng kicked out the old unused oar. His figure disappeared for a moment, and then kept flashing back. On the fast-moving oars on the water, the bandit who was rowing knelt down.
Chu Feng landed on the shore and entered a dense forest. His speed gradually increased. For a while, the forest was filled with Chu Feng's figure, as if he had transformed into thousands. The birds and beasts in the forest were so frightened that they fled in all directions, making noisy noises.
After walking out of the woods and entering the country road, Chu Feng's speed increased even more. Some of the villagers working in the fields knelt down, and some sat on the ground in fear.
Entering the official road, there were more pedestrians and business travelers. Chu Feng no longer used Apparition and walked like a normal person. He was not far from Jeju City. After walking for half an hour, Chu Feng appeared under the East City Tower.
At this time, there was already a huge crowd of people, ordinary people with children, traders and footmen carrying burdens, rich ladies sitting in soft sedans, constantly looking out through the gaps in the curtains, wearing flowers on their hair and holding fans to fan themselves. There are many high-ranking officials, jugglers and jokers, so lively.
Chu Feng walked through the crowd and heard many people saying, "Shandong Timely Rain, Taoist Master Chu will open an altar in the east city tower to pray for rain, and the prefect is waiting on the city tower."
The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. He was clearly a Taoist Priest of Changsheng Guanchu at the Everlasting Peak of Daxue Mountain. When did he become Shandong Jijiyu? How did Wang Lun do things?
Thinking in his heart, Chu Feng did not stop, and swaggered up to the tall east city tower under the surprised eyes of countless people.
“The timely rain has come in Shandong”
“The timely rain has come in Shandong”
"Pray for rain"
"Pray for rain"
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Men, women, old and young shouted loudly, and you can imagine how much they were looking forward to the rain.
A sturdy middle-aged man in the crowd carrying a recruitment bag, his already dark face turned even darker when he heard the sound.
In the rustling autumn wind, Chu Feng climbed up to the clean east city tower, which was filled with soldiers wearing hats. The Jeju magistrate who was said to be waiting for him was sitting behind the desk with a majestic look on his face, looking at him. he.
"Are you the Taoist who claims to be able to pray for rain? If you create such a big battle, it's okay to pray for rain, but if you pray for it not to rain, I will punish you for your monstrous words, misleading the public, and disturbing the local area?"
Chu Feng glanced at the clown-like Jeju magistrate, walked to the incense table, took out a wrinkled yellow talisman from the small bag he carried with him, inserted it into the prepared peach wood sword, and lit it. After reciting the cloud-making rain spell in a low voice, he shouted with a solemn expression.
"Chaos has just begun, encompassing all things, and the clouds are coming..."
As he finished speaking, large dark clouds flew from the sky, covering the sky, and the entire sky became dark, as if it was dark night.
The tens of thousands of people below the city tower were suddenly silent, and they all showed incredulous looks! I thought it was an ordinary prayer for rain, but I didn't expect such a shocking thing to happen.
Behind the table, the prefect of Jeju, who was holding a teacup and drinking tea slowly, spat out the tea with a pop and stared at the sky with dumbfounded eyes.
"Uncle Guan's wind and fire ascended to Yuanting, his style stirred up ghosts, and the wind came..."
The wind suddenly rose, and the yellow sand was violent within ten miles. The big branches and leaves were swaying, and the leaves were flying all over the sky. The headscarves on many people's heads were blown away, and the hem of the little girl's skirt was constantly being lifted up. The soldiers on the tower could not open their eyes. The prefect of Jeju seemed to be in a state of panic, muttering, "I want to report to the Emperor of Tomorrow that a living god has appeared in Jeju..."
"Tai Yuan Hao's thunder and fire essence combines yin and yang to guard the thunder city. When thunder comes..."
Several dazzling white lights cut through the dark night sky, like several golden dragons shuttling through the night sky, smashing the dark sky into pieces and making them fragmented.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck a towering tree several miles away, splitting it in half on the spot, which was horrifying.
When tens of thousands of men, women, and children saw this scene, they were stunned for a moment, and then they all waved their hands and roared angrily.
"It's raining, it's raining..."
"It's raining, it's raining..."
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"When the sun gathers the sun, rain comes instantly. When the dragon is driven away and the lightning is released, the water comes out, and the rain comes..."
After Chu Feng shouted the last sentence, the sky seemed to be leaking, and heavy rain poured down, with water splashing everywhere.
There were tens of thousands of men, women, and children below the city. Except for the younger half, who ran to nearby houses to take shelter from the rain, most of them stood in the rain, waving their fists and shouting.
"It rains in time in Shandong, it rains in time in Shandong..."
"It rains in time in Shandong, it rains in time in Shandong..."
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For a moment, the purple wishing power emanating from the bodies of men, women, old and young formed a pillar of air, soaring straight into the sky, piercing the dark clouds and shaking the sky!
On the city tower, the fat and bloated prefect of Jeju suddenly stood up and shouted.
"The Immortal is gone, look for him quickly, look for him quickly..."
