As the saying goes, relying on mountains to feed mountains and relying on water to feed water, Yuanchang Mansion attaches great importance to spring planting every year and specially invites monks to pray for rain every year.
Of course, they invited either monks who knew magic or ordinary monks.
Generally speaking, as long as it is not a year of great disaster, there will be no monks and Taoists who can arbitrarily interfere with the wind, rain and weather.
After all, for practitioners, every time they interfere with the number of days, they are changing their destiny against heaven.
Such behavior will inevitably encounter feedback from heaven.
As for whether it is positive feedback or reverse feedback, it's hard to say.
There have been no droughts in the Jiangnan area in the past ten years, and capable monks and Taoists will not go to pray for rain when they are full...
Today is another spring rain ceremony. Everyone is looking forward to a good spring rain to moisten the fields.
Of course, you can still live without it. After all, relying on Jiehai Lake, there is no shortage of water.
In the city, there are two monks and monks in Wuneng Temple and Yingguan Temple.
The monks and Taoists had already set up an altar by Jiehai Lake last night and prepared the rain-making tools they needed to use.
Early this morning, a large number of people carrying umbrellas gathered at Jiehai Lake.
Needless to say, these are just for fun.
In the eyes of the common people, those monks and Taoists who pray for rain are really capable. Since people come to pray for rain, they naturally show due respect by bringing umbrellas.
The people gathered in large numbers, and suddenly they saw dark clouds in the sky, looking like it was about to rain.
When the people below saw this, they suddenly felt a little disappointed.
I haven't asked for rain yet, is it going to rain?
On the other hand, the monks and Taoist priests breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.
They didn't have much confidence that they could just ask for rain, but now that it's going to rain, they are naturally happy.
But the strange thing is that after a long time, there are still only clouds on this day, without a drop of rain falling.
And from a perspective that the common people couldn't see, there were two people confronting each other above the clouds.
These two people were none other than brothers Jiang Yingmin and Jiang Yingquan.
Jiang Yingquan, wearing a scholar's robe, asked with a calm smile:
"Brother, are you ready to bet on the rain this time?"
"Are you so confident that you can win?"
"Anyway, I have nothing to lose. Even if I lose, I will just leave."
Jiang Yingquan said it very relaxedly, as if he didn't care much.
But Jiang Yingmin knew that whenever his younger brother showed no concern, it meant that he cared very much.
At this time, the monks and Taoists below who saw that it was not raining began to have some thoughts.
They all felt that in this situation, it would definitely rain today. In this case, it was better to seize the opportunity and be the first to ask for rain.
When the time comes, if it rains, won’t the credit be considered your own?
Coincidentally, both sides thought so, and everyone wanted to ask for rain first.
The abbot of Wu Neng Temple and the contemporary master of Wu Neng Temple immediately began to debate the scriptures.
When the common people saw the two people sitting on the high platform and murmuring words, they all felt that these two were wise men.
But if anyone comes closer and listens, they will know that this is not the case.
The abbot who sat still and solemnly read:
“You damn cow nose, go back to your ravine and eat grass.
If you dare to compete with the poor monk for a chance, you may drown in a puddle on the way back. "
The sanctimonious patron opposite was not to be outdone:
"You're a bald donkey. You have to fight for everything with me. Why don't you fight to your death!"
If you dare to stay here today, I will let you die in a brothel soon, and your reputation will be as bad as your mouth! "
"Even if the poor monk goes to a brothel, he still wants your mother to accompany him."
"I want your daughter to warm the bed!"
"You, a dead Taoist priest who doesn't respect Taoism, will not die a happy death!"
"You unruly thief and bald ass will not only die a good death, but you will also die wearing a cuckold!"
The two of them were quarreling with each other and scolding each other very unpleasantly, but they still maintained their elegant demeanor.
Seeing this, the people who were watching thought that the debate between the two masters was in an intense moment, and couldn't help but hold their breath as they watched.
The two argued for a long time on the stage, but they failed to win the argument.
The two of them decided to follow the old rules and decide the outcome by punching each other.
When the people below saw the two men starting to fight, they immediately became excited. Some people shouted:
"This is the trump card of the two masters in debating scriptures. It seems to be called the Zhengli mudra. The victory or defeat depends on this hand!"
On the high platform, after several consecutive blows between the two, the Taoist priest won with punches.
"Hahaha~~ A dead bald donkey, a rotten bald donkey, a cuckold thief bald donkey, grandpa, I win, hahaha~~"
The host opposite looked a little ugly, but still said back:
"Humph, it's just a bit of an advantage. If it doesn't rain for a while, and you cry, I'll ask your mother to catch your tears!"
"You damn bald donkey, just wait, sooner or later I'm going to kill you!"
"Hmph, you should survive today first and then talk about it!"
After the two cursed each other a few more times, they both stood up politely, bowed to each other, and slowly walked off the platform with smiles on their faces.
The people below gathered around and asked the two people about the results of their debate.
The smile on the viewer's face did not diminish, and he said slowly:
"The incompetent master's Dharma is profound, but the poor Taoist can only win half a sentence by luck, making everyone laugh."
The host also smiled and said: "The temple master should not be too modest. The temple master's Taoism is so mysterious that a poor monk would be ashamed of himself."
After the two complimented each other a few words, they smiled and said a few words to the people.
Seeing this, the people respected the two masters and thought that they were both wise men.
Afterwards, the host and the monks waited aside, allowing the Taoist priests to climb onto the high platform one by one. The atmosphere between the two parties seemed very peaceful.
The master of the temple should not sit in the middle, surrounded by a circle of Taoist priests. The Taoist priests began to chant sutras and pray for rain together.
While the Taoist priests were praying for rain, Jiang Yingmin waved his sleeves in the sky, and strong winds were blowing below, and raindrops were about to fall.
At this time, Jiang Yingquan on the opposite side waved his hand, eliminating the wind and rain for Jiang Yingmin. There were only clouds in the sky without wind and rain.
Jiang Yingmin tried to rain down rain again, but Jiang Yingquan tried to stop it again.
After the two sides resolved a few moves, they directly began to attack each other and started fighting on the clouds.
As they fought, rumbles of thunder were immediately heard below.
But the strange thing is that there was neither rain nor lightning, only a single thunder sounded, which was very strange.
The common people didn't know the truth. They thought it was caused by the magic of Taoist priests, and they all screamed in surprise.
The monks looked unhappy when they saw this, and they were all afraid that the Taoist priests would let it rain.
In that case, there would be no chance for them to play.
But after a long time, there was only thunder and not a drop of rain fell.
Everyone felt a little impatient when they saw this.
"There's been no movement for so long, is that okay?"
Someone was already questioning in a low voice. Although the voice was not loud, many people still heard it.
The two people above were fighting each other, but they couldn't decide the winner.
The two brothers have the same father, and their abilities are very different. No one can do anything about the other.
At this time, the incompetent host coughed lightly and said with a smile:
“Comrades, if you have been chanting sutras for so long, you have already attracted immortals and gods, so you must be tired.
Let me wait for the next thing! "
When the Master Ying Guan on the stage heard this, his face twitched slightly, then he stood up and said with a smile:
"Invoking gods does consume mana. Since the incompetent master is willing to take care of the next thing, then the poor Taoist can just be lazy."
With that said, he asked all the Taoist priests to step down with a smile, and he himself also stepped down with great temperament.
Seeing this, the people nodded repeatedly and were quite satisfied with his performance.
The incompetent host led the monks to the stage, and they each did their best and began to chant sutras.
As they chanted, the forms on the clouds immediately changed.
Originally, Jiang Yingmin had been looking for opportunities to make it rain, and Jiang Yingquan had been looking for opportunities to stop it, but now it was the other way around.
Jiang Yingquan cast spells twice in a row, but was interrupted both times.
Seeing this, he sneered and said:
"It seems like you can't decide the winner just by using the skills dad taught you. I think we'd better use some other skills!"
As he spoke, a strong evil spirit suddenly surged out of his body, and his whole person looked a little sinister.
"Evil spirit? You even use evil spirit?"
Jiang Yingmin was surprised at first, and then relieved.
"Yes, you only care about the results, not the means."
As he spoke, Jiang Yingmin's body began to surge with incense and aspiration.
This time, the aspiration power of the incense came into contact with the evil spirit, causing huge energy fluctuations and a violent flash of light.
In the eyes of the people below, this was undoubtedly lightning.
At this time, there was both thunder and lightning.
The people suddenly became very excited and wanted to wait for the rain to fall.
However, after waiting for a long time, there was thunder and lightning, but not a drop of rain fell.
This is undoubtedly disappointing.
In the air, after fighting for a long time, the two brothers continued to compete without deciding the outcome.
The more Jiang Yingquan used evil energy, the more evil and violent his eyes became, and there was a faint sign that he was about to fall into evil ways.
But he himself doesn't care about this. As long as he can defeat his opponent and become Suicune, who dares to say that he is evil?
As long as you are a winner, you must be on the right path!
Seeing Jiang Yingquan's change, Jiang Yingmin frowned slightly:
"Ah Quan, you are becoming more and more extreme!
If you continue like this, sooner or later you will fall into evil ways or even become a demon. "
When Jiang Yingquan heard this, he just sneered:
"You enjoy the convenience of the eight hundred miles of sea and lake, and can safely follow your bright and righteous path.
I can't do it. I'm just a bereaved dog who can only live in disgrace in the realm of my son and son-in-law.
You don’t understand how it feels to have no connections and power.
And I want to get back what is rightfully mine, so I should pay some price for it! "
Not paying attention to the erosion of the evil spirit on himself, Jiang Yingquan continued to activate the evil spirit as a boost.
Seeing this, Jiang Yingmin could only increase the use of incense and wish power, hoping to suppress Jiang Yingquan's evil spirit.
But this had no effect, and instead caused an even more intense confrontation with the evil spirits.
As a good and conscientious elder brother, seeing that his younger brother was unwilling to wake up, Jiang Yingmin decided to——
It would be easier to just kill him.
A spear with the power of wind and thunder appeared in his hand and launched an attack.
Seeing this, Jiang Yingquan turned over his hand and took out a sinister iron whip and started fighting with it.
The two of them were fighting on the clouds, and what they saw below was lightning as bright as day, which looked extremely dazzling.
The monks and Taoists below also noticed that this situation was a bit unusual, and they were a little embarrassed for a while.
Unexpectedly, the master of the watch took a look at the monks on the stage and saw the surprised and bewildered expressions of the people around him. His thoughts moved and he led the Taoist priests to the stage again and said to the people:
"While praying for rain today, an evil god is passing by and causing interference. We need to help Thunder God to eliminate the evil god!"
When the common people saw all the monks and Taoists sitting there chanting sutras, coupled with the scene in the sky, they immediately believed the words of Guanzhu Ying and looked around nervously.
The two brothers fighting above had no winner.
When Jiang Yingmin saw the monks and Taoists below taking the stage at the same time, he knew that today's bet for rain was a draw.
Originally, he had the intention to stop, but Jiang Yingquan was affected by the evil spirit at this time and had become a little bloodthirsty.
Besides, Jiang Yingquan was also full of resentment towards his elder brother. At this time, he took advantage of the influence of the evil spirit to unleash all his dissatisfaction without mercy.
Seeing this, Jiang Yingmin also became a little angry.
If you don't kill this kind of brother, will you still keep him for the New Year?
The spear in his hand flashed with lightning, and he concentrated wholeheartedly on the battle.
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