Southern Xinjiang should have been a hot and humid place, but now it was only hot. One breath of the scorching wind made people feel itchy in the nose and dry in the areas of the original rainforest died, rivers dried up, and rice fields naturally failed due to drought. The waterwheel that used to squeak every day in the village had stopped making noise and lay aside, unattended. Large numbers of people were worried about their livelihoods, and hunger led to fleeing and rioting. General Zhennan He Baoyi sat in the hall with his head down. He was the top officer in Southern Xinjiang and had been in charge of Southern Xinjiang for many years, but this was the first time he had encountered such a situation. The officials in the hall also had sad faces, or huddled aside with their heads down, fearing that their names would be called by He Baoyi. "Is there nothing we can do?" He Baoyi looked at the master. The master is his confidant. Over the years, all things, good and evil, have passed through his hands. He is cunning but reliable. Unfolding the white paper fan, the master said worriedly: "General, I have asked some local elders, and they say that in southern Xinjiang, only people have been drowned, and no one has ever died of thirst. Some people are bedridden due to excessive humidity. The humidity in southern Xinjiang has existed for hundreds or even thousands of years. Even when there was a three-year drought in the Central Plains, clothes here would not dry even if they were hung for two days.
It is abnormal that droughts continue like this.” "How could I not know that?" After so many days, even the old injuries that Lam Pou-yee had suffered in the past have healed. Even if it was not a rainy day, he would inevitably feel a dull pain if he did not drink two bowls of hot tea. But now, let alone cloudy days, there is only one big sun hanging in the sky, baking the sky red. "We have to find a way. It's okay for the locals to starve like this. But if the White Lotus Sect comes..." When Lam Pou-yee said this, all the officials present shuddered. I heard that the White Lotus Sect destroyed the dragon vein in Liaodong some time ago. This is a secret that cannot be made public. If they came to southern Xinjiang again at this time, coupled with the already restless Miao people, internal and external troubles, they would feel terrified just thinking about it. After realizing that he had said something wrong, Bowie Lam changed the subject. "Master, what do you think of this drought?" The master bowed his head and said, "In my opinion, this is neither a natural disaster nor a man-made disaster." "nonsense!" Bowie Lam glared at him and said, "Who has the power to change the color of heaven and earth? Just tell me what it is." "Yes..." The master hesitated to speak. "It's a monster!" There was a shout from below, which expressed the answer that the master wanted to give, and then the mouth was quickly shut. "evildoer!?" Lam Pou-yee stood up angrily, "The world is clear and bright, where did this evil creature come from? Could it be..." His voice became quieter and quieter, until he finally stopped powerlessly.
The current situation can only be caused by evil spirits, there is no other reason. He glanced at his master and asked, "Is there any solution?" The master bowed and said, "I have taken the initiative to invite several of my fellow apprentices from Longhu Mountain to come here." Longhu Mountain? It was only then that Bowie Lam remembered that his master was a Taoist priest who had changed his job halfway through his career. In other words, he was half a Taoist priest, but suddenly he wanted to go down the mountain to save the world, so he became his aide. Although he did not believe in ghosts and gods, at this moment Lam Pou-yee felt that they had indeed touched the edge of ghosts and gods and had some connection with those mysterious beings. The officials present did not seem to have any objections, and some even showed some joy on their faces. So he took advantage of the situation and said, "Since we have invited them, let them try. What are you going to do?" The master said calmly: "Pray for rain." …… Three days later, a high platform was built in front of the Dragon King Temple. Three Taoists wearing red, yellow and purple Taoist robes stood on the high platform with serious expressions. On the table in front of them were incense burners, glutinous rice, command arrows, talisman paper, bells, copper coins, and various other magical instruments. The lawyer and other senior officials including Bowie Lam stood in a teahouse not far away, watching the three Taoists performing the ritual through the curtains. "Is it reliable?" Bowie Lam asked his lawyer. “They are people who can be trusted.” The master promised, "Whether it's magic or other aspects, they are all masters." "I mean, does it work?" Hearing this, the lawyer looked up at the sky. The sun was still very bright at this time, and even he himself was not sure whether praying for rain would work. Even though the lawyer didn't answer, Bowie Lam already had a general idea of what was going on. Suppressing his disappointment, he just drank his tea expressionlessly. In any case, he has already done his job, so there is nothing to blame him for. As for how things will develop next, who knows? Just when he was about to give up, a young couple walked towards him side by side downstairs of the teahouse. The woman was so beautiful and lovely, like a fairy from heaven, that even if she was so intimate with a man in public, violating etiquette, it would not make people frown. On the contrary, the man who was with her was annoying no matter how you looked at him. No matter how tall, mighty, handsome and cool a man is, he will not be disliked, because how a person looks is determined by heaven and given by his parents, and others have no reason to criticize him. But when that man has the most beautiful woman in the world by his side, the more handsome he is, the more annoying he becomes, and the more people hate him. They would rather the beautiful woman be accompanied by a short, fat, bald old man, so that they would only feel that he is not as rich as the other person, rather than losing to the other person in charm. Several officers and soldiers seemed to want to eat Yin Xiu alive with their eyes, so when he approached, they reached out their hands without hesitation to stop him and Ma Xiaoyu.
"Stop, this place is reserved." "But I heard that only the second floor was reserved." Yin Xiu looked at the shopkeeper standing behind the counter and asked inquiringly. The shopkeeper nodded, then reacted and shook his head violently, burying his face behind the table. The officers and soldiers found it funny and asked Yin Xiu something through their noses. "Hey, don't you know who's up there? Luckily you're lucky you only stopped here, otherwise you'd be in big trouble." "No," Yin Xiu smiled, "You two are the lucky ones." He was referring to the two officers and soldiers who each extended a hand to stop them. "Are we lucky?" The officers and soldiers found it funny. "This is not a funny thing. It is closely related to you two and is very important." Yin Xiu reminded. "If you keep talking nonsense, you'll be in trouble." The officers and soldiers were already angry and jealous because he brought a beautiful woman with him. At this time, Yin Xiu's words sounded more like a sarcasm, which made them even angrier. Yet Yoon-su is serious. “I mean, you just happened to meet two people with very good tempers. I read this in a martial arts novel. The protagonist was about to enter a restaurant, but two doormen each stretched out a hand to stop them, and told the protagonist that he was not dressed properly and should go back and put on a suit and tie before coming back. Guess what? The protagonist reached out and crippled the hands of the two guards. As he spoke, Yoon Soo placed his hands on the two men's outstretched arms. The two officers and soldiers were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat and quickly withdrew their hands. Yin Xiu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not a psychopath or a natural killer. I wouldn't do such a thing." The soldier frowned, but when he saw Yin Xiu's eyes were full of fear, so he waved his hand and said, "If you dare to disturb the gentlemen, I will kill you!" "Thank you." Yin Xiu took Ma Xiaoyu's hand and walked in with her. "Waiter, please bring some wine, food and tea quickly. I'm starving." "There's also food," Ma Xiaoyu added. The shopkeeper and the waiter were stunned for a moment, but when they realized that the officers and soldiers really had no intention of stopping the two men, they began to greet them happily. After all, the presence of those masters and the like, although it brings honor to the teahouse, does bring some glory to it. But in reality, this kind of thing will only happen once or twice. It's just like when the emperor rewards you with imperial cuisine. Once or twice you have to bring your whole family to express your gratitude. If he rewards you every day, you will just get tired of it and it will be meaningless.
These masters said they had booked the teahouse, but when did they actually give any money? Every time they came, other people didn't dare to come in, causing him to waste most of his business. At this time, the customers finally came, so the shopkeeper was naturally attentive. He personally poured local scented tea for the two of them while chatting with them. Of course, he only dared to look at Yin Xiu and didn't even dare to look at Ma Xiaoyu, for fear of offending the fairy. "You two don't seem to be locals?" "The shopkeeper has a good eye." Yin Xiu peeled a peanut and handed it to Ma Xiaoyu's hand. "We are not locals, but tourists." "Honeymoon trip?" The shopkeeper suddenly said something very trendy, but then he felt that it was inappropriate and quickly changed his words: "Now is really not a good time to travel, you see..." He pointed to the high platform outside and said, "It hasn't rained for three months. It's still better here, but further south, I'm afraid we'll have to walk up the mountain roads to fetch water from the ravines. If the rain stops, my teahouse will be out of business. How can I drink tea when I can’t even drink water?” Yin Xiu smiled and said, "I think those three people on the platform seem to be very capable. Maybe they can pray for rain?" "From Mount Longhu." The shopkeeper nodded and said, "If the masters of Mount Longhu can't do it, then others will have to give up if they come." "That's right, that's right. Praying for rain is really their specialty. I heard that their great master..." Before Yin Xiu could finish his words, the sky suddenly changed color and was covered with dark clouds. The earth, which had been baked for a long time, finally saw a hint of coolness. The common people who were kneeling on the ground and praying were all stunned, and the gentlemen in the teahouse also rushed to the fence and looked up at the sky. Boom! The thunder roared, turning everyone's faces pale. Then a huge scream hit everyone's ears, and they saw the three Taoists falling from the high platform, their bodies charred. It turned out that the thunder had struck directly on the platform where they were. The three Taoists fell to the ground, crying out in pain. The dark clouds that had originally gathered together dispersed again, and the scorching sun reappeared in the sky. "Is someone causing trouble?" Yin Xiu asked Ma Xiaoyu in a low voice. "No."
Ma Xiaoyu shook her head. She had been paying attention to the situation of the three Taoists since a while ago. The three of them are all well-versed in magic and their prayers are in accordance with the rituals. They must have received a long period of training in Mount Longhu, and they will not make any mistakes. So this is not a case of someone messing around, nor is it that their way of casting the spell is wrong, but rather it’s “God’s will”. Perhaps this place has been affected and changed by some major meteorological factors, so their attempt to pray for rain will only result in this kind of consequence. "Maybe it's a change in the dragon vein." Ma Xiaoyu whispered, "Maybe the ground veins here have been disturbed, which has led to the drought for several days and the strange scene just now. Even if I go up there to pray for rain, I might still suffer the same consequences.” "Then I must not ask you to go up there." Ma Xiaoyu glared at him and said angrily, "Is this the time to say something like this?" The three Taoists finally got up from the ground and left in shame without saying goodbye. Upstairs, Lam Pou-yee, with a look of disappointment on his face, walked down the stairs with a group of officials. Before he walked down the stairs, he saw Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu sitting aside eating. He couldn't help but look at Ma Xiaoyu twice more. An official nearby immediately rubbed his hands, bent over and said with a smile: "Sir, if you like that girl, I'll ask some of my men to invite her over to chat with you, hehehe..." Another official also replied: "I think that boy is ordinary. I have never seen him in the local area. I guess he is just a playboy from nowhere. It is easy to catch him." "I think you are in need of a concubine, sir. Why don't you let me take care of it..." The officials revealed their true nature and started to flatter them. One of them, a burly man, immediately went up to find Yin Xiu and the others. At this time, Lam Pou-yee suddenly reached out to stop them, "Everyone, I've heard a saying, never take the initiative to provoke danger." "Hmm? Dangerous?" "Yes, just don't make trouble for yourself." Bowie Lam wiped the sweat from his face, worried about being implicated by his colleagues. "Sir, why do you say that?" asked the lawyer. "In recent years, I have read a number of local martial arts novels. If I don't have a whole room, I have at least three bookcases." When Lam Pou-yee thought of those martial arts novels, beads of sweat appeared on his nose again, so he hurriedly explained. "In those martial arts novels, there are plots that are so overwritten that they make people sick. Even when a young knight is walking down the street with his confidante, they are bound to run into some playboys or playboys. Those people were like fools. They had no idea of the skills and martial arts of the chivalrous couple. They didn't know that the knight could crush them to death with just a flick of his finger. As usual, they went up to them and used provocative words to flirt with the couple, and used rude and obscene words towards the woman.
Usually once they did this, the group would be dead within three paragraphs. Then there will often be survivors among them, usually the most dissolute, the most lustful, and the one with the richest family background, who will run back to some villa or mansion to ask for help and bring in reinforcements. At this time, the survivor became arrogant again, thinking that he had won the battle. However, within half a page, his reinforcements were killed by the knights. Then there are usually survivors among the reinforcements, who will drag out the old monsters in the family. The old ancestor will avenge the younger generation and bring the entire family to the knight, and then the entire family will die and the family will be reunited. " The officials listened in silence, not knowing what to say for a moment. Seeing their silence, Lam Pou-yee finally couldn't help but get angry: "Even those hooligans on the street who read martial arts novels understand this principle, but you local village heads still don't understand it. Have you read so many books that you can't even stomach it?" "Then, sir, what do you think we should do?" The lawyer's back was soaked with cold sweat. “Of course we should just pretend we saw nothing and just walk away. This is the safest way,” Bowie Lam replied. Everyone agreed with this and quickly followed Bowie Lam out of the teahouse, their steps were very light and they no longer had the usual majestic airs. At this moment, Yin Xiu suddenly looked up and said with a smile: "Master Lin, won't you stay and have a cup of tea with me?" (End of this chapter)