The sun is like fire.
Farmers with dark skin and faces full of vicissitudes of life gathered in front of the Wujiang Water Temple.
The scorching sun hits the human body, causing a burning sensation on the exposed skin.
Yellow dust was flying under their feet, and farmers knelt down in front of the Water Temple, shouting: "Dragon King, have mercy! Water God, have mercy!"
Miao Zhu, who was guarding the Wujiang Water Temple, rushed out of the temple and yelled: "What are you doing? If you don't pay the incense tax, accept the offerings, and burn incense, do you want to rebel?"
"You are blaspheming the gods! You will be punished by the gods!"
Miao Zhu and a few helpers pushed and scolded these farmers, not allowing them to approach the Water Temple.
"Get out of my way!"
An old voice came out from the crowd: "I want to accept the offerings."
The farmer heard the sound and moved out of the way, revealing an old man wearing patched clothes and holding a cane. He was carrying a broken bowl with a steamed bun in the bowl. He walked up to Miao Zhu, raised the steamed bun in his hand, and said, "This old man has the last morsel of food in his family, so he dedicated it to the Water God!"
Countless quiet and vaguely thunderous eyes looked at the old man. All the farmers were silent, looking at the raised hands.
Unfortunately, Miao Zhu did not have such a keen mind. On the contrary, the young apprentice behind him was shocked by these looks and took a step back.
Miao Zhu turned around and glanced at his little apprentice, then looked at the clay legs with his clothes soaked by sweat under the scorching sun and his body bent, and he felt an offended anger in his heart.
He swept the old man's hand and knocked the cracked pottery bowl to the ground, breaking it into two pieces. The steamed buns in the bowl rolled to the ground and were stained with dust.
"I'm going to bring you a steamed bun as an offering. The Water God will have to skin you!"
The old man trembled and squatted down, carefully picked up the steamed bun, and said with a slurred lip, "This is not a steamed bun."
Miao Zhu kicked him on the chest and said: "Get out! If you break into the Water Temple without permission, I will report it to the official and punish you!"
"Kill this bitch!"
I don’t know which young man roared first, and the crowd began to surge, like flowing flames, rushing into the Water Temple.
Miao Zhu couldn't stop these people. They were pushed to the ground, countless feet stepped on them, and their heads were trampled into the dust.
The crowds who poured into the temple looked at the solemn and gorgeous statues and decorations, carefully placed the dusty steamed buns on the altar table, blew the dust off the buns, and prayed devoutly: "Please have mercy on me, Lord Water God!"
"Please have mercy on me, Master Water God!"
Sweat fell down his cheeks to the ground, splashing fine dust.
The scorching sun burned down my body, making me dry and dizzy.
In the Water Temple, only the helpless screams of pain and the devoured human hearts were left.
After waiting for who knows how long, the old man who brought the steamed buns fell to the ground. Several people traveling with him hurriedly helped him up, but when he stood up, the scorching sun swayed people so hard that they couldn't tell their direction.
"Master Water God! How could you ignore the offerings after you accepted them?"
I don't know if it was a cry or a question, but the widely circulated rumor ignited anger again.
"The thief is causing trouble!"
"Smash his idol!"
"God of thieves!"
I don’t know who made the move first, but in just a moment, the entire Water Temple was turned into ruins in the anger.
Miao Zhu, who was helped aside by his little apprentice, cried out in pain: "You can't smash it!"
"Can't smash it!"
But this cry of pain was drowned in the broken sound, making it seem too insignificant.
There was a loud bang! Huge currents and waves set off in the Wujiang Water Palace, sweeping through the water palace wantonly.
The water god of Wujiang River manifested in the form of a dragon, a green dragon with two horns. It kept rolling in the palace, stirring up huge waves. All the displays and decorations, and even the maids and guards of the water palace were involved in the waves and rolled around.
General Yinhuan, General Nian, General Turtle and Gong Mengbi barely resisted the torrent, but none of them could get close.
It wasn't until the water palace was almost turned upside down that the Wujiang Water God fell from the palace, turned into a human form, and fell to the ground.
Several trusted generals stepped forward to help him up and asked worriedly: "What's wrong, my lord?"
The Wujiang Water God’s eyes were sinister and he said, “Someone destroyed my temple!”
Gong Mengbi was horrified and said, "How could this be? My Lord is in charge of the Wujiang River and regulates wind and rain. He is a virtuous god. How could his temple be destroyed?"
The Wujiang Water God gritted his teeth and said, "Check it out for me! I want to know who it is that dares to destroy my temple! Make me resentful!"
The Wujiang Water God is not entirely a deity, unlike the City God. He was originally a practicing dragon. Destroying the temple only damaged his divine power, but it could not shake his foundation.
Even so, the resentment and incense were destroyed, which was enough for him to drink a pot.
He originally wanted to practice with the help of incense and haze to achieve the fourth level, but now, it would be good if he could stabilize his current practice and not regress.
The Wujiang Water God was furious, and several generals went ashore to investigate the destruction of the temple.
Gong Mengbi laughed and went straight to the Jinhua City Government Office.
"Snapped!"
With a crisp sound, the tea cup was smashed to the ground by Prefect Zhang. The white pieces of the fine porcelain flew out, and a faint fragrance of tea emerged from the tea on the ground.
The broken pieces of porcelain fell at the feet of the old butler. The old butler paused, looked at Prefect Zhang, and said softly: "Master, calm down, someone from the Yamen is here."
"not see!"
The old housekeeper advised: "Master, official business is important!"
Zhang Taishou glanced at him, snorted coldly, and walked away.
The old housekeeper looked at his back and sighed.
When Zhang Taishou arrived at the front hall, he listened to the report and said: "Sir, the Wujiang Water Temple was smashed by unruly people. My subordinates have already arrested a group of them. I don't know how to deal with them?"
"Huh?" Zhang Taishou was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said: "Well done! Well done!"
"Sir, these unscrupulous people ruined the sacrifice, why..." The Yamen servant was puzzled, but looking at the cold eyes of Prefect Zhang, he didn't dare to say anything anymore.
Zhang Taishou said: "The Wujiang Water God ignored the people's complaints, abused his duties and power, and refused to rain. This is against the way of the God. He deserves to have his temple smashed."
The officer lowered his head and replied, "Yes, what about that group of unruly people?"
Zhang Taishou turned the thumb on his hand and said: "Now that the drought is endless, it is inevitable that people's hearts will be agitated. It's just a little excessive. How can you say that you are unruly to the people?"
"Let them all go."
"Yes!" The Yamen servant took the order and left. Before he could leave, he was stopped by Prefect Zhang again.
"Slow down." Zhang Taishou paced and said, "Explain to them clearly that the Water God did evil, so they will not be held accountable for their crimes."
The yamen servant was ordered to leave. Prefect Zhang remembered the humiliation of being dragged into the water by the water demon that night, and his face kept twitching: "Wujiang Water God, if you dare to insult me, don't blame me for taking off your god's skin!"
Gong Mengbi listened to Prefect Zhang's cheerful laughter outside the door, and he also smiled: "Laugh, laugh, you still have a few more days to be ridiculous."
He followed the yamen officer to the prison.
Watching the government officials acquitting these guilty people, watching them say intentionally or unintentionally: "The drought continues, the Wujiang Water God has neglected his duties and abused his power, and is in vain. The prefect is merciful and does not want to pursue this matter. You must be grateful in your hearts." "
Watching these people leave, Gong Mengbi lowered his eyes.
When the first Wujiang water temple was destroyed, can the remaining water temples be saved?
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