My Journey to the West on the Heavenly Road

Chapter 178
In Sanfu, where the capital of the Great Han Dynasty is located, it has been raining several times since June, and there has been no clear sky for several days in recent days.

Seeing that the eight waters flowing through Chang'an are overflowing day by day, the court halls and the people in Gyeonggi are all worried.

Many civilians began to pour into the Dragon King Temple to pray for the Dragon King to stop the rain, and the incense burning in the temple continued day by day.

Jinghe Dragon Mansion.

The Dragon King sat on a high seat, looking out of the Dragon Palace leisurely, looking at the sacrifices on the bank of the river, braving the heavy rain, feeling the continuous scent of incense, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The grievance and defeat suffered in Jishuihe Mansion a month ago has finally been relieved.

Da da da, water patrolling Yasha ran into the Dragon Palace with a red face, and excitedly reported to Jinghe Dragon King: "My lord, happy event! Happy event! The mortal emperor is going to hold a great sacrifice for you."

The title and incense were about to be added to the body, and the Dragon King of Jinghe immediately clapped his hands and laughed, "Okay, okay, I will cast a spell to stop the rain when the human emperor offers sacrifices."

A general Xia flashed up next to him, and Hanhan said: "Your Majesty, there is no order from heaven. If we stop the rain without authorization, will we violate the rules of heaven?"

A Yu Jing minister in front of the Dragon Throne laughed at General Shrimp and said:
"The general does not know that the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, water, fire, and yin and yang in the world are not only caused by the actions of our dragon clan and water gods, but also by the natural creation of the world."

"If it is the Jade Emperor's decree, it is natural that when the wind blows, when it thunders, when it rains, and how much it rains, you must follow the order. However, if there is no special order from the Heavenly Palace, the water gods from all over the world will follow the order. The Dragon Kings make their own decisions."

The general Xia suddenly realized, shook his head and shouted: "So there is such a mystery! So, this continuous rainstorm is the evolution of heaven and earth?"

The Dragon King of Jinghe listened with a smile, then suddenly yawned, and then said: "You are waiting for the Great Sacrifice of the Human Emperor, and I will take a nap for a while."

When turning into the bedroom, the Dragon King paused, turned his head and said: "With such heavy rain, the Yellow River may flood again. Go and inform the Fourth Prince to investigate the situation and see if He Bo has neglected his duties."

The sailor led away, and the Dragon King continued to return to the bedroom. After ordering the maid to light the sedative incense, he lay down with his clothes on. After a while, the snoring sounded.

While half asleep and half awake, he suddenly felt a gust of dark wind blowing into the bedroom. The Dragon King raised his eyes and saw a bloody dragon shadow covered in scars, swaying in wrapped in the dark wind.

"Where is the evil, dare to offend this king?" Jinghe Dragon King opened his mouth and shouted with anger.

"Father, it's me, Xiao Ba—" Long Ying threw himself in front of the Dragon King, crying terribly.

"Xiaoba?"

The Dragon King of Jinghe took a closer look. He had a slender body, a slightly short head, protruding eyes, and the scales on the upper body were opposite to the lower body. The scales were glowing with ink. It was his eighth son, the little mirage dragon.

However, at this moment, the dragon son was extremely miserable.

The dragon's horn was broken in half, and there was a horrible blood hole on the forehead. Through the hole, you can see the scarlet brain. There is a striking blood hole on the neck, and the blood veins in it have been cut. Compared with these injuries, only scattered dragons are left. Lin, with sword marks all over his body, is not worth mentioning.

"My son, didn't you listen to the fairy fruit in Shizhou and Sandao? How did you end up in this miserable state?"

The Dragon King turned pale with shock, hurriedly fell off the bed, stretched out his hand to support the dragon, as soon as his hand touched Mo Long's body, he felt a chill, followed by a sticky and slippery feeling of blood.

"Who beat my son like this?"

The Dragon King of Jinghe looked at the blood on his hands and was furious.

"It's that ginger"

The little mirage dragon was full of hatred, and was about to spit out the name that he wanted to eat his flesh and blood, so that the Dragon King could avenge himself, but just as he opened his mouth, a turbulent cloud of evil energy rolled over.

"Little mirage dragon! Now that the body is dead and the yang is exhausted, why don't you return to the nether world?"

Yin Qi rolled over, frost covered the ground, two men dressed in sackcloth came striding forward with seductive ropes and judge pens, threw the seductive ropes, hooked the little mirage dragon and pulled them back.

The little mirage dragon still struggled, and the judge's pen pointed towards its spirit, and the Yin ordered coldly: "Yang returns to Yang, Yin returns to Yin, don't act recklessly!"

The little mirage dragon was stunned for a moment, the aura in his eyes faded, and he became confused.

"Stay with me!"

The Dragon King of Jinghe rushed to stop him.

The Yin messenger bowed his hands to the Dragon King, then dragged the little mirage dragon, swayed, and the Yin Qi rolled back, wrapped in the Yin messenger and the dragon soul, and fled to the underworld.

When it was about to dissipate, the little mirage dragon suddenly woke up, his pupils were bleeding, and he roared loudly: "Father, take revenge for the child! Take revenge!"

"My son—"

The Dragon King of Jinghe tried his best to chase him, but suddenly he staggered and woke up instantly.

"Who, who killed my son? This king will cut your corpse into thousands of pieces, skin and cramps!"

Wang's roar shook the entire Jinghe Dragon Mansion.

The water of the Jing River above also churned violently due to the anger of the Dragon King. The water level, which had been rising due to the continuous heavy rain, was swept up by the angry waves in the river, and immediately rushed to the river bed, turning into a raging water beast.

The people who sacrificed in the rain on the river bank were engulfed by the raging flood before they could escape, screaming and wailing.

The torrential rain in the Sansuke Land lasted for a month, even though the Emperor of Han led hundreds of officials to hold a grand ceremony, it still couldn't stop the rain. In the end, the flood flooded and caused disasters.

It wasn't until the Heavenly Palace ordered the Dragon King to drive away the rain and control the flood that the people were relieved of their misery.

Afterwards, it was rumored that the rainstorm was caused by the Dragon King of Najing River crying for his dead son.

East China Sea.

Jiang Yuan held the body of the little mirage dragon and looked down at the dragon ball in his hand, then turned around to look at the mirage that dissipated with the wind, feeling frightened for a while.

If he hadn't been engulfed by the mirage transformed by the dragon ball, he would have been completely lost if he hadn't held onto the dragon's tendon with one hand and was tightly connected with the little mirage dragon.

In the past few days, whenever the mirage manifests a scene that is completely different from this world, such as a high-rise steel building, it is when Jiang Yuan loses his mind.

"Huh, the hidden danger must be resolved as soon as possible."

Jiang Yuan let out a breath, dispelled the terrified fear, held up the dragon ball and smiled: "After refining it, it will definitely be a good magic weapon, let's call it a mirage pearl."

Putting away the mirage beads, Jiang Yuan patted his mount, "What happened to you, and you were tossed like this?"

I saw the majestic beast with dilated pupils, a sluggish face, and even the hair on its body was dull. Hearing Jiang Yuan's teasing, he could only let out a weak cry, unable to lift his spirits.

"Forget it, first find a place to rest your feet, you recover, and deal with this mirage dragon by the way."

Jiang Yuan shook his head and laughed, and after lifting the dragon corpse more than ten feet long, he suddenly pointed forward:
"Cheer up, someone is coming."

Wu Qian looked up lazily, and saw a black wind rising from the island in front, skimming the sea and stopping in front of the master and servant.

The black wind was coming fiercely, but when he found the dragon corpse in Jiang Yuan's hand, he was shocked immediately, put away his madness, and then a monster covered in scales cautiously exposed half of his body from the black wind.

"I don't know which high-ranking person is Lin Hanshe?"

The monster politely bowed his hands to salute, but when he raised his hand, he found that he was still holding a fish-toothed steel knife, so he quickly put down his hand and smiled flatteringly at Jiang Yuan.

Since the visitor was polite, Jiang Yuan said kindly, "I don't mean to offend you, I just passed by here."

Seeing the monster's eyes keep flashing on the little mirage dragon's corpse, Jiang Yuan sighed helplessly. In fact, he didn't want to show it so casually, but the dragon corpse was too big to fit into the ochre-yellow cassock.

"Your Majesty, I don't know where this place is?"

Jiang Yuan later collected the dragon corpse and asked the monster.

The monster respectfully replied: "This is Changyan Island."

"How far is it from Aolai Country? Do you know Haizhongzhou?"

"This place is [-] miles away from the Aolai country. I have heard of the continent in the sea, and it seems to be in the extreme west."

Floating more than 1000 miles?
Jiang Yuan pondered for a while, and then asked: "Are there mirages around?"

The monster blinked and said with a smile: "Shangxian has said that, every early June in this sea area is when mirages are active, and mirages can be seen everywhere."

"However, the mirage beast is only active for three to five days, and after mid-June, it becomes silent again until next year."

Jiang Yuan was startled, and hurriedly said: "What day is June today?"

The monster replied: "It's already fifteen."

(End of this chapter)