I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 1 Well God Qiu Ping
"Tomorrow will be cloudy when it is ugly, and it will rain when it is Yin, and it will stop when the sun rises. Fuhe Shuibo in Changning County will lead the job quickly, and all the water gods in the county will help him."

It was just getting dark, and a magnificent sound spread throughout Changning County in an instant.

As soon as the voice fell, it turned into dozens of rays of light and scattered around.One of them flew into an ancient well in Huang'ao Village.

"Qiu Ping, the well god of Huang'ao village, respectfully obeys the decree of the city god!"

An illusory black ribbon-shaped shadow flew up from the well, enveloping the light, and then there was a soft, childlike voice of response from inside.

The black light dissipated and turned into a boy with a strange face. He was about four or five years old. His skin was slightly dark and his facial features were ordinary. He looked like a wild boy running around in the village.

It's just that his forehead is high and protruding, and there are two slender whiskers on his lips, which makes him look like a little old man.

"Hey, 996 in the previous life, now 007, you can't escape the fate of being a worker anywhere." After the child received the decree, his face was full of displeasure. This is the case with Shinto, and once he entered the system, he was restricted.

Unless, you stand at the tip of the pyramid of this system.

His name is Qiu Ping. He was just a white-collar worker in his previous life. He didn't know if it was because of too much work and paddling. When he woke up, he turned into a loach for no reason.

Fortunately, his loach has some roots and feet, and was conferred the title of Well God of Huang'ao Village by the City God of Changning County.

Like the land god, they are all lower-ranked ninth-rank minor gods.

It's just that the land god still has a small temple in the village, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to build a temple. He can only use a few bricks to press a piece of yellow paper with a position on it, which is considered a sacrifice.

Qiu Ping's figure flickered, turned into a black light again, and rushed into the ancient well.

As soon as he entered the water, he quickly turned into a big loach about three feet long.Its whole body is pitch black, except for a golden thread on its back, which is brilliant and brilliant, making it appear a bit miraculous.

He is just a small god from the ninth rank, and he can't change his form, and his appearance just now is just a change of spirit and soul with the help of authority.

The big loach was extremely slippery, and it drilled into the depths of the well in an instant, and sank about three feet, as if it had broken through a barrier and entered a vast space.

It is said to be vast, but it is actually compared to the cramped ancient well.

Its interior is only a few acres, and there is a shabby palace, which looks worse than the house of a rich man in the country.

The only thing that can show the majesty of the gods is a pearl of misty white light suspended above the temple.

Qiu Ping flicked his tail, quickly swam to the pearl, and opened his mouth to swallow it.

In an instant, all streams, springs, and underground water veins within a radius of ten miles were reflected in his mind, and all creatures in the water were under his control.

The name of this object is Dingshui Zhu, and it is the authority of the water god Hebo. It is indispensable in refining water veins and moving clouds to distribute rain on weekdays.

Qiu Ping held the water drop in his mouth, and quickly agitated the water vapor within a radius of ten miles, causing it to rise slowly and escape into the void.

Floating clouds and spreading rain is not a simple job, he is not a descendant of a dragon, let alone a great god like Feng Bo and Rain Master. He does not have the ability to control the wind and rain, but only has some supernatural powers to regulate water vapor.

He agitated for more than four hours in a row, and was so exhausted that Huang'ao Village was a little foggy.

At this time, the moonlight could not be seen in the sky, and the water gods in the entire Changning County were mobilizing water vapor, and the dark clouds were extremely low.

The melon stand seedlings at the head of the village are all covered with crystal dew, and the fish in the water have also swam to the shallow water of the pond.They are more sensitive to weather changes than humans, and they seem to welcome the arrival of new rain in this way.

When the sky was darkest, a strong wind rose suddenly over the Fuhe River passing through Changning County, and the wind swept across the wide water surface, stirring up a huge amount of water vapor.

Moisture spread to the surroundings like a cloud, and an old turtle more than ten feet in size appeared inside, with two sarcoids on its forehead, and the carapace was vaguely carved with ax and chisel knives.Harnessing water vapor, he reached a high place in a blink of an eye.

This old turtle is Fuhe Shuibo, a seventh-rank deity whose status is only below that of the City God.

"Blow wind!"

The old turtle's voice reached the ears of all the water gods in an instant, Qiu Ping hurriedly turned the water beads, and began to blow with great effort.

"Ahhhhhh."

Qiu Ping's cheeks hurt a little, and a weak wind rose from Huang'ao Village, combined with the wind blown by other water gods, shaking the trees beside the road and the seedlings in the field, making rustling noises.

"Xingyun!"

The blowing force of the wind also gathered all the water vapor mobilized by the water god into the mid-air, forming a thick cloud, in which there were faint thunderclaps oscillating.

Of course, this thunder is just the sound of water and air colliding, not the real thunder minister casting spells.

This is just a local drizzle, and it is not qualified for Leibu to participate.

"Buyu!"

The cloud was getting heavier and heavier, and when it was Yinshi, the fine rain fell from the sky, like fine silk on a Si Niang spinning wheel.

The rain fell on the slightly dry ground, under the eaves of other people's houses, and also into the ancient well where Qiu Ping was.

Exhausted, Qiu Ping lay on the water with his stomach turned over weakly, and the rain splashed on his body.

It's really not easy to be a god, and the next light rain will make him as tired as a dead dog.But that's what they're called to do, and it's going to take hard work on their part to make the places they shelter thrive.

If you are a little lazy, people's livelihood will suffer, and then the karma will backfire, and the gods will have a hard time.

"Who made us earn this hard money."

The two mustaches on Qiu Ping's lips trembled in the water, and he comforted himself with the mentality of being squeezed by capitalists in his previous life.

The rain didn't stop until a bright color appeared on the horizon.

After drinking the rainwater, the seedlings in the field became more verdant, and the originally hot and dry air became more refreshing.

As a god, Qiu Ping can very keenly perceive the joy and gratitude conveyed from all directions. In his sight, red lights like flames rose from all the people in Changning County and rose towards the heights. It also vaguely resembles the smell of sandalwood in temples.

This is incense.

About [-]% of the incense burns go into the Town God's Temple, [-]% go into the Hebo Water Mansion, and the remaining [-]% are turned into dozens of sacrificial places flying to various water gods.

Qiu Ping flicked his tail vigorously, and his whole body jumped out of the water nimbly, swallowing one of the rays of light in one gulp.

The warm power enveloped his soul, and his divine power increased rapidly, from the original five strands of divine power to six strands of divine power.

This sliver of divine power was his hard-earned money from a busy night.

In fact, it was quite a lot. According to his normal monthly salary, he would have to save up for at least three months without food or drink, in exchange for a slight increase in divine power.

Fortunately, Shinto is long-lasting, so little can always make more.

Qiu Ping comforted himself in his heart again.

(End of this chapter)