red man

Chapter 315

"Renren Lin, I heard..."

"Mingfu! The poor have something important to report!"

Before the magistrate of Daming Prefecture could finish speaking, Lin Huan, the "real person" of the state's demon supervisor, had a serious face, but when he was walking in the outer corridor, he still looked like a fairy. A fat middle-aged Taoist.

If Wei Hao were here, he would probably be very surprised, because this person looks exactly like Lin Huan, the owner of the Jinbao Building he killed, and there is no difference.

Even the way of speaking, every word, deed, and every action is exactly the same as Lin Huan, the fat guy, and he just came out of the same mold.

"Renren Lin, has something bad happened?"

"A severe drought is coming, and it will be a three-year drought."

"What... what?"

The magistrate of Daming Prefecture was a little confused, feeling that his brain couldn't turn the corner, and asked again after a while, "Big, big drought? Or three years of big drought?!"

"good."

"Where did this start!"

Zhizhou is about to explode. It doesn't matter whether the Great Xia Dynasty will die or not. The important thing is that he has been Zhizhou for less than a year. According to the official system, it starts at least three years and caps at 13 years.

Of course, the 13-year event is a small-probability event, which requires the right time, place, and people, and is indispensable. Moreover, being an official party for 13 years must be closely related to an important event.

So normally speaking, a three-year appointment is considered normal, and if you have a good connection, you can leave in one or two years.

For such things as making money, as a prefect, it takes three to five years, and one month is enough for ten years of expenses. This is the normal state.

He already has enough money, and he has long thought of running away, but if a catastrophe happens now, it will be over.

It is our duty to lead the people to fight disasters.

As a special period of disaster relief, the term of office will be extended, which leads to a question, when the disaster will end and when his term will end.

Of course, there are ways to advance, for example, if the disaster is not strong enough, it must be that Zhizhou does not need to do anything, and there is no need to do anything in the future...

"Mingfu, Pindao is by no means alarmist, but the definite news after inquiring by the 'Qintianjian', 'Xuntianjian', and 'Demon-eliminating Supervisor' that the local water veins are rapidly declining. Some Heze elves have all gone to seek refuge elsewhere. I can't find the reason now, but the underground water veins of the entire Daming State are really cut off, and the water on the ground is used a little less. It is still the first month, and the snow has melted, and there will be some, but as long as March, There is absolutely no need to think about spring plowing in April."

Lin Huan's words are already quite polite, but in fact, if the water veins are cut off in a place, we can only rely on God's will.

There is as much water as there is rain from God.

"You really don't know why the water vein was cut off?!"

Suddenly staring at Lin Huan with stern eyes, Zhizhou said solemnly, "If you know about it, but you don't report it, do you know the responsibility? Don't think that now that the country's affairs are in decline, you can deceive China!"

"Mingfu!"

Lin Huan was equally serious, "If the poor know about it, do you still need to tell it in secret? Wouldn't it be easy to report directly to Xia Yi?!"

"No!"

"Yeah, Mingfu also knows."

"..."

No, of course it is impossible. Xia Yi obviously already knew about the cut off of Daming Prefecture's water veins, so the next question was how to transfer the people of Daming Prefecture.

At least part of it should be diverted.

Otherwise, there will be a shortage of water in the early days of spring plowing. This is not a boundary of tens of thousands of 10,000+ people, but a state directly under the imperial court with tens of thousands of people.

"Renren Lin has the ability to call wind and rain, can you open an altar and ask for timely rain?!"

Zhizhou has a clear mind and expects long-term rain, which is unlikely, but if there is some timely rain at the critical moment to ensure spring plowing and summer grain, then at least the first year can survive.

Half of the grain production is a small problem, and you can always live by saving money, just living.

Making money is making money, but he is not a fool. It is best to let the fate of the disaster and lose his official position be the best.

Yao Fulan, the magistrate of Dachao Prefecture, was directly beheaded and turned into ashes, leaving nothing behind.

The members of the Yao clan didn't even dare to block the banning of the memorial archway in their hometown. Everything ended quietly. It is too much to say that a family is destroyed because of one person, but the possibility of re-emerging within three generations is almost zero.

Especially now that the state is precarious, the path of obtaining a scholar will definitely be interrupted for some time. During this period, if you want to cheer up your family, what you rely on is to get fame immediately.

"Pimpedao can open an altar, but please let Mingfu know that even the righteous Dharma that conforms to the will of heaven is always strong or weak. If there is a lot of resistance, there may be rain that should come, but it will be later or less Among them, the Ming government is well aware of the key points..."

"How about this government... Ah, yes, this government understands."

Originally, Zhizhou thought that he was an official of the court, how could he understand the ways of you cultivators.

But after thinking about it, I am an official in the court, and these human cultivation, are they not doing things for the heaven?
To be an official in the court, you need to rely on mountains and people to handle affairs. There are many checkpoints there, and a seal requires a yamen. Although some yamen are small, at critical times, if there is no other person to stamp and sign, it is useless for the sons of Dukes and Marquises to come.

The same is true for human cultivation. The righteous law they cultivate is the regulation set by the heavenly court.

If you want to ask for rain, you must have a ceremony. Without a ceremony, it is not formal. If it is not formal, it means that the preparations have not been done well, and the preparations have not been done. Come, this rain will not fall.

After all, if the ceremony is not formal, it means that the procedure is not correct, but it still rains. If something goes wrong, the rain event will be reviewed in the future. Is it possible that the cultivation of the human world can be controlled by airborne?
Why don't you take the little bastard in heaven first.

It's hard to be ranked in the immortal class, but because of process problems, the immortal status is deprived, and it may even be demoted to the mortal world. Who can bear this?

Be careful.

I don't know how much merit the rain can bring, I don't know how much benefit the rain can bring, and I don't know how many lives the rain can save, but if the rain doesn't go through the process and make myself laid off, that's something that must be known.

All these things made the practice of opening the altar a very sophisticated thing.

There are usually two situations for a famous great mage in the world. One is that he is extremely powerful at first, and there are many friends in the fairy world. It's convenient to save face.

The other is to be able to behave and be able to do things. There are all kinds of offerings and filial piety on weekdays. There are immortal gods on duty in the heavens. There are many fates in the heavens.

Obviously, Lin Huan is neither of the two, and he can only say that he relies on the process to try his luck.

The gods who rotated on the day of the opening of the altar rewarded you with face, and everything is easy to say; if you don’t give face, you will specifically criticize, saying that your handprint is wrong, that magic weapon is not placed correctly, the quality of the three animals is too low, etc. This trip is useless.

Therefore, what Lin Huan said to Zhizhou seemed to be euphemistic, but in fact it was very straightforward.

"What about the 'Statue of the Red Man'... the 'Statue of the Red Man'?"

Zhizhou was very keen to find another way of thinking. The rich merchants must have spent huge sums of money to calculate locally. Knowing the depletion of water veins, they also guessed that there might be a catastrophe.

Of course, wealthy businessmen can leave Daming State and go to other places to avoid disasters, but the question is, how to ensure that there will be no disasters after going to other places?

If you can be safe, please seek safety. Obviously, the "Red Man Statue" is really useful in their eyes.

It was only after mentioning the "Statue of the Red Man", that Lin Zhenren's face twitched, his fat body couldn't help trembling, and then he said: "Perhaps Mingfu doesn't know how much commotion the 'Statue of the Red Man' caused in the fairy world, right? "

"what?!"

Zhizhou was suddenly surprised, "Then Wei Chixia, isn't he a Juren from Beiyang Mansion? Could it be that he ascended to heaven?"

"Although there is no Ascension to the Heaven Realm, but the Underworld...that is a real trip."

After saying that, Lin Huan told about Wei Hao's intrusion into the underworld, and he was shocked to learn that Zhou was dumbfounded and could not speak for a long time.

Immortal Lin went on to say: "Mingfu, that Wei Chixia killed the five kings of Hades in the underworld. You must know that this Lord Yama also has enemies in the fairy world. Although friends of Lord Yan may not be happy with Wei Chixia, but his opponents, now But I admire Wei Chixia very much..."

The enemy of the enemy is the friend.

There is not much difference between cultivating immortals and being an official.

While Zhizhou was emotional, he also confirmed one thing from Lin Huan's mouth. The "red man statue" is useful, but it's hard to say how to use it.

But Wei Chixia even dared to kill the king of Hades, not to mention whether the matter is true or not, even if it is false, at least he must have fought with the king of hell, and then spread rumors, which became more and more evil, and it was even said that he killed the king of hell. To the point of killing.

Anyway, Wei Chixia must have the ability.

Zhizhou thought about it, so he asked: "If the government wants to obtain the 'Statue of the Red Man', what should we do?"

"..."

Lin Huan really didn't want to recommend it, but he still said patiently: "Ming Mansion, the places where the 'Red Hero Statue' works best are Beiyang Mansion, Chaohu Lake, and Dongting Lake. After all, the local people have many legends. .Furthermore, not every "Portrait of Chixia" is useful, only those who are close to Wei Chixia's fate can write a pen and ink, and can be magical and magical."

"Then the one that is circulating in this state..."

"It should be the best thing."

"I didn't expect there to be such a treasure circulating in this state. The ancestral court of the 'Daming Clan' really still has aura left."

"..."

Lin Huan didn't want to get entangled in this issue. After reminding Zhizhou, the remaining thing was to meet the severe drought. As the actual supervisor of the "Exorcism Supervisor", he had a lot to do.

"Mingfu, we need to make early plans for drought relief. At least for now, we can dig ditches and ponds to store water in advance while the snow is still there. It can save a little bit. As for the opening of the altar, Pindao will contact you Fellow Daoists from all over the world, if necessary, please ask the Great Master for help."

"I heard that the Great Master has the ability to move mountains and seas, why not move the water of the Yellow River to prepare for emergencies?"

"Mingfu, it's God's will to open the altar..."

After reminding him again, Zhizhou stopped asking.

Going through the process is a necessary condition.

But whether it rains or not, and whether water from other places can be transported is another matter.

The key problem is that we don't know the reason why the water veins are cut off, and we can't find out what to do. If we tell the local people that there is no water underground, and that Daming Prefecture will be short of water this year, next year and the next year, how can the people believe it?

There is still a thick layer of snow on the eaves, and the feet are creaking when you go out, lack of water?What kind of water is missing?

It was night, and Zhizhou tossed and turned, thinking about whether to transport the illegal income of this year back to his hometown tomorrow, in case the disaster is not effective in the future, at least future generations will have no worries...

After a while, Zhizhou fell asleep.

In his sleep, he found that he was in a manor. The manor was very luxurious, and it didn't mean to hide the noble status of the owner at all.

Zhizhou didn't dare to walk around at will, but wandered around in the garden with a pond. It said it was a pond, but it was as big as a small lake. There were lotus roots, fish and shrimp in the pond, and a small boat.

There was a beautiful bearded man in brocade robes on board, frying tea with one hand and waving lightly with the other. The boat moved without wind and without oars.

Zhizhou could see clearly that the handsome bearded man's hand turned out to be the wearer's gold and silver protective gear, which was tightly wrapped like a glove.

"Why don't gentlemen board the boat and drink with me?"

"It's really presumptuous to enter here by mistake."

"No, no, the gentleman didn't enter by mistake, he came here by special invitation."

"what?"

Zhizhou with a strange face was a little puzzled, "I don't know why?"

"I came here especially for the disaster in Daming Prefecture."

As soon as this remark came out, Zhizhou was taken aback suddenly. Isn't this something we talked about before?Why did it spread so quickly?
"Don't worry, you know the cause and effect of this matter."

After all, the boat docked, Zhizhou hurriedly boarded the boat, raised his hands in salute, almost bowed to the bottom, then got up and asked anxiously: "Please give me your advice."

"Please!"

The other party stretched out his hand, inviting Zhizhou to take a seat, and then said: "I am one of the 'Sidu Dragon Gods', so is the 'Jishui Dragon God'."

"Ah?!" Zhizhou hurriedly bowed again when he heard this, "I don't know that Lord Long is in person, so please forgive me."

"You are not guilty, a certain one is guilty."

The "Ji Shui Dragon God" didn't continue to talk nonsense. After pouring tea for the magistrate of Daming Prefecture, he sat upright, looked directly at him and said: "There is a reason for the severance of the water vein in Daming Prefecture, and the reason is mine."

"..."

Zhizhou's hand holding the tea trembled, but he didn't drink a drop of tea, but instead spilled a piece of his thigh.

He didn't dare to wipe the situation, he could only listen patiently to "Jishui Dragon God".

"I made a big mistake. Although I haven't been deprived of the god position yet, it is very likely that I will have to walk on the 'Dragon Terrace'. If I want to live, it is not impossible to be a demon in the lower realm, but I am really unwilling. ..."

Just hearing the opening words of "Jishui Dragon God", Zhizhou was very frightened. Is he able to intervene in this kind of matter?

Not knowing where the courage came from, Zhizhou hurriedly said: "Long Jun, Long Jun, the Dragon Lord is a prince in the water, how can he find an official to discuss such an important matter? If you want to find the Dragon King, you should also find the king of the world. My Lord of Great Xia is in Xia Yi, why don't Dragon Lord go to Xia Yi?"

"Well……"

Zhizhou's words really made "Jishui Dragon God" ponder for a long time, and soon, "Jishui Dragon God" nodded and said, "Yes, then Wei Daxiang is a scholar of Daxia after all, if he looks for the Lord of Daxia, maybe he can Let Wei Daxiang be lenient and let me live..."

"Wei, Wei Daxiang?!"

Zhizhou was shocked, and then woke up. This dream was too real, and Zhizhou couldn't let go of it for a long time, but when he thought it was a dream, he still felt that it was unlikely.

How could the majestic Dragon God meet him in a dream? !
Also invite him to drink tea? !

joke……

However, Zhizhou felt that the roots of his thighs were a little wet. When he touched them with his hands, they were indeed wet. He thought it was bedwetting, but when he smelled the water on his fingers, it didn't seem to smell like urine.

Heartbroken, he stuck out his tongue and licked it, making sure it wasn't pee, but tea.

"Isn't it a dream?!"

"Really Dragon Lord?!"

Zhizhou was really stunned at this moment. Is the upcoming drought in Damingzhou related to the "Ji Shui Dragon God"?

And the "Jishui Dragon God" went to Xia Yi to talk to the emperor after hearing what he said? !

Did I inadvertently do something incredible in my dream?

(End of this chapter)