Saint of the Confucian way

"Well, take over Jiaolong Palace first." negative Yue said helplessly.

Fang Yun strolled forward, bypassed the picture wall of wanjiao and arrived at the main hall.

The water rippled in the main hall.

The main hall is small from the outside, but after entering, it seems as if it is as big as a city.

The hall is full of dragon style, magnificent and glittering. It is a divine object never seen in the world. Here, you can only pave the ground.

The twelve dragon columns in the hall stand tall. Each column is the image of an ancient demon semi saint, as if the real semi Saint were poured into it.

Each column seems to support a boundary of water.

On both sides of the column are two sets of surging ocean maps.

Before the ocean map, there are teams of puppets of the aquarium image sealed by powerful forces. Among the puppets, there are rows of weapon racks, including shrimp pliers three feet high, sentence anchors 100 feet large, and strange chains.

The top of the main hall is surrounded by beautiful patterns, and directly above it is a crystal transparent roof. Unfortunately, now the water above is evacuated and you can't see the beautiful scenery in the water.

In the deepest part of the main hall, there is a golden wool blanket, which is more than a mile long and wide. Behind the blanket is an ordinary wall, dotted with some decorations.

Jiao Sheng doesn't sit on the Dragon chair, but lies on the golden wool.

Fang Yun glanced at this place one by one. Whether it is the ancient demon column, the sea map on both sides, the roof crystal or the golden wool blanket, it is a holy throne treasure!

The ancient demon column can summon twelve ancient demons, seal two oceans in two sea maps, and the crystal on the roof can continuously absorb power from the stars. The golden wool blanket has strong protective power.

However, these treasures are integrated with the Sea Patrol hall. Unless the jiaosheng comes personally, they can't stimulate the power of these treasures at all.

Fang Yun's water throne accelerated in an all-round way and soon reached the center of the golden wool blanket, while the rest stopped at the edge of the golden wool blanket.

This golden wool blanket, which is more than a mile long and wide, is equivalent to jiaosheng's Dragon chair. Fang Yun stands in the center alone, which is really a little incongruous.

Fang Yun's mind moved. The water throne froze and became larger. Behind him, it condensed into a screen composed of cold ice. He sat on the throne, making the golden wool blanket no longer empty.

Fang Yun closed his eyes and breathed slowly. Then, a dragon language came out of his mouth.

The whole Sea Patrol hall shook slightly and everyone shook gently.

The power that originally isolated the Yangtze River and the East China Sea disappeared, and the water on both sides of the jiaosheng palace poured down to fill the separated places.

The roaring sound kept ringing, but for a few seconds, the whole Jiaolong palace was submerged by the river again.

Calm has been restored at the mouth of the Yangtze River.

In the main hall, Fang Yun has closed his eyes, but he exudes an unprecedented momentum, such as the Yangtze River, which is vast and continuous, with the spirit of eternal life; It is also as open as the sea. The Lord of all rivers comes to a boundary.

All the aquariums are crawling on the ground, shivering.

Ao Huang and negative Yue also lowered their heads gently.

Fang Yun breathed out a long breath, and countless pictures suddenly appeared in front of him.

On a wooden boat in the Huzhou River, the boat suddenly shook. A woman loosened her hand, and the child in her arms fell on the side of the boat and rolled into the water.

The woman was so frightened that she didn't know to save her daughter for a moment.

After a breath, she shouted.

"Help! My daughter fell into the water..."

The boatman and others on board found out and looked for the baby.

Suddenly, the river beside the boat was rising, and a stream of water held the child up and slowly sent the child to the boat.

The child had big bright eyes and a curious smile on his face. He was not frightened.

The woman cried with her child in her arms.

The old boatman quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the East China Sea.

"It's the Yangtze River King. Kneel down and kowtow to the Yangtze River King!"

The woman quickly took her daughter and kowtowed to the estuary of the Yangtze River. The others on the ship immediately knelt on the ground.

After several interest rates, everyone on board showed a confused color, but they still talked.

"Thank you, your majesty Wenxing longjue..."

On a fishing boat outside baling City, a dark middle-aged fisherman knelt in the bow, facing the direction of jiaosheng palace and prayed softly.

"Xiao Min can't write or fight. He only lives by fishing. He had little savings, but his mother is seriously ill. He can't make ends meet and still owes more than ten liang of foreign debt. Xiao Min asks his majesty jiaosheng to be kind and let Xiao Min catch some big fish. The money he sells will not be wasted. It will be used to treat his mother. Ask grandpa Jiao to be kind! Ask grandpa Jiao to be kind..."

The middle-aged fisherman kowtowed desperately, making the board of the boat clang and make blood on his forehead, but he bit his teeth and didn't shout pain.

Suddenly, the river around the boat was boiling. The middle-aged fisherman was surprised. He looked up and saw an unforgettable scene.

One big fish of different colors jumped out of the water and jumped onto the boat. The mouth of the fish opened and closed, and did not struggle to escape.

However, after a few interest rates, the whole boat sank one foot, and the boat was full of live fish. Less than half of them were precious varieties in the river. A fish was often worth more than one or two silver.

The strong middle-aged fisherman cried like a baby. After crying for a while, he paid homage in the direction of the East China Sea again.

"Thank you, Grandpa Jiao! Thank you... Thank you, Lord Wenxing longjue! Thank you, Lord Wenxing longjue..." after a moment of confusion, the middle-aged fisherman naturally shouted the title of the real Lord of the Yangtze River.

It was July, and many places in Jiangzhou were dry.

In Baixi County, the county magistrate, the county magistrate and the master Book sat together, frowning.

"It's nearly August. If it doesn't rain, the rice harvest in this county may be less than 70% of last year."

"I think it's difficult for five Chengdu. Since Fang Xusheng annoyed Jiao Sheng last year, it has been said among the Yangtze River water demons that he will bring disaster to Jiangzhou and Xiangzhou. At the beginning of this spring, Fang Xusheng went to the Shihan ancient land. After that, Jiao Sheng palace has been secretly interfering with the uneven rainfall everywhere. With the help of the king of Dongting Jiao in Xiangzhou, we can't care about the king of Dongting Jiao here."

"Yes, even if he prayed for rain many times, it was only a slight relief, which was useless to the overall situation. This time Fang Xusheng came back for a few days, his business was busy, and he didn't care about the drought in our counties. After all, Fang Xusheng was only the nominal governor of the two states. He only cared about Xiangzhou at ordinary times, and it was not easy to frequently intervene in Jiangzhou affairs."

"Wait another three days. If it doesn't work, ask the state shepherd to find Fang Xusheng for help. By the way, where is the Xusheng and jiaosheng Palace at the top of the list?"

"Fang Xusheng has entered jiaosheng palace. He doesn't know whether it will succeed or not. But at present, it's more likely for both sides to step back. After all, it's jiaosheng palace. Fang Xusheng should just shoot in vain to vent his anger and get some benefits."

"Alas... Wait until the final result comes out... Eh? It's raining?" county magistrate Pan said and walked out of the house quickly.

The three looked at the rain falling from the sky and showed their joy.

Pan county magistrate looked puzzled. Then he connected the holy temple with his official seal and looked around. He found that there was only rain in places with water shortage in Jiangzhou, and there was no rain in places without water shortage.

"No, the power of this rainfall obviously comes from the Yangtze River, that is, from jiaosheng palace. Why does jiaosheng palace help us rain when the war continues?"

Zhou Xiancheng said, "no matter how much, go to jiaosheng temple to worship and express your gratitude."

"Go!"

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