"The king asked me... to drill the hole..."
The ancient well is connected to the edge of the deep underground river, and the sound of chants can be heard.
A big loach about three feet long with a golden thread on its back took the lead and dug its head into the soil with all its strength. Behind it, there are hundreds of small loaches and medium loaches about one or two feet tall.
Although they may not be big in size, they are very powerful. They can drill mud and sand everywhere in the blink of an eye, and the ground soon becomes riddled with holes.
"Kids, work harder. Let's try to drill out another half-acre of land today."
Qiu Ping pulled his head out of the soil and shouted to the loaches with high spirits.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The loaches also worked harder as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood.
"Not bad, not bad. As long as we work hard, one day we will be able to dig out an ocean here. When the time comes, I will become a great god, and you will all follow me to enjoy the blessings. I will tell you the story of Foolish Old Man Who Moved the Mountains again today..."
Qiu Ping looked at the heated scene in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.
A few days ago, he was still scolding 007 for being inhumane, but he felt that it was very reasonable to apply this method to his subordinates.
However, the digging behavior in front of him is really not just idle, it is a practice method he has researched.
The grade of the water god determines the quality of his divine power, and the scope of his governance determines the quantity of his divine power.
Qiu Ping is the well god of Huang'ao Village. He is in charge of wells, ponds and underground rivers within a ten-mile radius. Logically speaking, as long as there is more water in this village, his authority will be heavier.
The amount of water in Huang'ao Village is relatively low in the entire Changning County. There is only a small river more than two feet wide on the surface, and a small artificially dug pond of less than three acres of land.
The rest is an underground river branch that flows through the ancient well.
This underground river is the main authority of the Qiuping Well God, and it is also the secret of the ancient well's longevity.
Qiu Ping's level is so low that his divine power cannot break through to the outside of Huang'ao Village. He just wanted to widen this tributary of the underground river, the wider the better, so as to draw more and more water over.
In this way, his authority will increase, and when he has accumulated enough, he can seek promotion.
Of course, this kind of thing cannot be done too much.
If the bottom is hollowed out and the whole village collapses, then he will be finished.
Not to mention that he couldn't escape the judgment of the city god, even the grievances of the people could crush him to death.
"A loach that suffered a thousand blows! You dug up my land again!"
Just when the loaches were digging happily, a loud shout came from afar. Subtle fluctuations of divine power came from all directions, and in an instant, many loaches that were drilling holes were squeezed out.
Hearing this voice, Qiu Ping suddenly became excited.
"Children, retreat!"
The two whiskers on his lips swayed, and the water around him surged, turning into a thrust that enveloped many loaches.
"Run quickly, the old man is going to eat a loach!"
After hearing his order, the loaches panicked and swam smoothly along the underground river towards the ancient well. It was so dark that if anyone saw it, they would probably suffer from trypophobia.
There was a faint flash of light, and an old man about five feet tall appeared next to the hole dug by the loaches.
His beard and hair almost hung down to his feet, and he was holding a deer-head walking stick in his hand. Although he looked kind-hearted, he looked furious at the moment.
This old man is the land god of Huang'ao Village.
Looking at the messy ground that looked like it had been dug up by a dog, his forehead jumped hard twice again, and the crutch in his hand hit the ground hard to restore some of the soil.
But the holes in many places were filled with too much water, and he couldn't restore them with his strength.
The old man was angry. Ever since the well god was replaced by this loach, he had never been at peace again.
Loaches like to dig holes, but the soil is under the jurisdiction of the Earth God. Anyone whose territory is riddled with holes will not be in a good mood.
"Next time I go to the City God to report my work, I will definitely read your book!"
The old man jumped on the spot twice, then stomped on the ground and turned into a wisp of smoke and left.
Although the earth god's priesthood was half a level higher than Qiu Ping's, he really couldn't do anything since it was close to the underground river and Qiu Ping was a slippery loach.
Qiu Ping returned to his water mansion in a flash, and all the loaches dispersed and got into the countless small holes opened in the water mansion.
Fortunately, I ran fast today. If I were caught by that landlady, I would inevitably suffer some hardships.
He also thought about the last time he was hung up at the door of the Earth Temple because he was running slowly and almost didn't become dried fish. Thinking about it now, he was still frightened.
"It seems that I won't be able to do this job in a short time. I'll just keep sorting out the water veins recently." Qiu Ping seemed a little listless and refused to let him drill holes. What meaning does such a life have for the loach?
He opened his mouth and spat out the drops of water in his mouth, and they fell on top of the water house.
He rolled up his body and wrapped the beads in the middle of his body.
Then the divine power in the body spurted out and combined with the water veins within a ten-mile radius. His divine power is like an invisible sieve, removing impurities and dirt from the water, while also making the well water cooler and cooler.
It is said that some powerful well gods, under the constant combing of divine power, can even have many magical uses for the well water, so that it can become famous all over the world and gather more incense.
Of course, this Qiuping has nothing to do with it. Not to mention his little magical power, even if it increases tenfold, he will not be able to make the well water produce magical powers.
After about an hour, he took back his divine power into his body.
Although the amount of divine power has increased slightly, and the golden thread behind it seems to be a little purer, his spirit is extremely sluggish.
This kind of sorting out the water veins is also a practice for the water god, but it is too boring and very energy-consuming.
But just for this kind of job, no matter how many mountain gods, lonely ghosts, mountain spirits and water monsters ask for it, they can't get it.
Don't look at him complaining about boring work and slow growth in supernatural power. Compared with the wild people outside, this can be considered a rapid growth.
The most important thing is that it is safe and harmless, and the harvest is guaranteed during droughts and floods. There is no risk of going crazy, and it can shake people when things happen.
After Qiu Ping felt that his energy had recovered, he continued to use his divine power to sort out the water veins.
After a few times, he felt itchy on his back. He twisted his body, adjusted himself, and rubbed his back on the top of the temple.
But the more I rubbed it, the more itchy it became.
"It's not a parasite, right?" After rubbing it for a few times, Qiu Ping felt a little uneasy.
He immediately felt that his idea was a bit funny, what kind of parasite could get onto his divine body.
But why is his back so itchy?
