23
Zhao Yan looked up at the sun above his head.
The sun was already very hot at nine o'clock in the morning. Clouds hung in the sky.
Zhao Yan suddenly thought of a saying,"In the Fish Scale world, even if it doesn't rain, it will still go crazy.”
The shape of this cloud was quite similar.
However, although the ancient proverb had some truth, it was not necessarily accurate.
Zhao Yan had already seen the weather forecast in advance and knew that it would not rain for the next few days.
Then how could the necromancer pray for rain?
Last year, Great Qin had suffered a great drought, and it finally had some rain.
This year, there was another drought. Coupled with the ten stars in the sky, everyone was very sensitive to this drought.
Therefore, the moment this alchemist appeared in the village, he was welcomed by everyone.
The Wu family was considered a wealthy family in Liquan County. It was a good thing that they had invited people to Qi Yu out of kindness.
This is the person you invited
Ying Zheng was very interested in the rain praying activities of the people, and suggested that they go to the riverside to take a look.
They left the horses with Uncle Wu and walked towards the river.
When he walked nearby, he saw many villagers gathered by the river.
A necromancer was waving a mahogany sword in front of the altar, muttering something.
"Only God's virtue contains vitality, and the Tao operates yin and yang. All grains rely on its cream and grace, and the three farmers are successful.”
After reciting it, the necromancer's eyes widened and he shouted loudly. Then, he stepped on the seven stars and began to dance.
"I respectfully use the old rules to prepare the sacrificial offerings and present them to you! Lord God."
Many villagers began to kneel down and pray for rain.
After the dance, the necromancer waved the mahogany sword in front of the oil lamp. Suddenly, the tip of the sword lit up.
He quickly picked up a ceramic bowl and covered it with the small flame on the tip of the sword. Then, he slowly pulled it out.
"Hanba's primordial spirit has been temporarily suppressed by me. Now, we need to find her corpse!”
Then, the necromancer made a hand seal and quickly calculated.
"Southeast! The little lady who died because of Qin in ten years.”
"Quickly dig it up! I'm going to practice Dry Bone Stance today!"
"After Hanba is expelled, there will be rain within two days!”
The villagers under the altar looked at each other.
Didn't they already prepare sacrifices? What else?
Digging corpses?
Zhao Yan looked at the necromancer in disbelief and muttered,""What the hell is this?"
If they wanted rain, then so be it. Why would they dig up other people's corpses?
And die because of Qin?
Was this a f * cking survivor of the Six Nations?
Zhao Yan operated the precision instrument that he had just signed in in his mind and suddenly realized that he could click on the daily weather forecast.
There were details of the weather every hour.
At 10 o'clock, the icon above showed that there was a sun shower.
He could also see the clouds slowly drifting toward a red dot.
The red dot was obviously where he was.
Damn it
This necromancer seems to be something
Seeing that the people below were unmoved, the alchemist raised his voice and said,""What are you waiting for? Hurry up and dig it up!"
The Wu family, who had invited the necromancer, had sent a young master to watch over him.
Hearing this, he quickly said to everyone,"The Three-bodied Daoist has temporarily suppressed Hanba's original spirit. Everyone, go and dig out Hanba's corpse!”
"As long as we dig it out and burn it, we can get rid of the drought demon. Soon, it will rain!”
As for dying because of Qin, he didn't dare to say it.
In ancient times, it was important to settle down in the ground. The dead were dug up again.
"Young Master Wu, are you really going to dig?"
"Dig!" Young Master Wu said.
"The Three-bodied Daoist is very capable! He had once helped the First Emperor refine pills.”
"It wasn't easy for our Wu family to invite him here.”
"Everyone, hurry up and move!"
Both Meng Yi and Wang Jian's eyes unconsciously drifted to Ying Zheng.
The First Emperor, who had been taught alchemy, felt a little ashamed. He said in a low voice,""I do not know this person."
Moreover, he had never heard of the Taoist priest's method of praying for rain.
The two subordinates nodded.
Ying Zheng gritted his teeth.'These so-called necromancers are really hateful!'
The dead were important, yet he actually wanted to touch someone else's corpse!
He even said that he would die because of Qin.
Didn't this mean that this person was killed by him, Old Qin, and became Hanba because of the resentment after his death?
However, this Daoist priest was indeed very good at bluffing.
The onlookers discussed for a while and were somewhat shaken.
"You're wrong." Zhao Yan suddenly said.”
Everyone turned to look at him.
Young Master Wu heard the question and said unhappily,""What's wrong?"
Zhao Yan stood up and said,"This posture of praying for rain is wrong."”
The Three-bodied Daoist stood in front of the altar, stroking his short beard. His eyes were slightly closed, and he did not intend to pay attention to Zhao Yan.
"Mister Zhao, don't be ridiculous!" Young Master Wu hurriedly said.”
"The Three-bodied Daoist will be angry!"
"If he gets angry, the drought will last for a long time!”
The villager next to him said hesitantly,"Then, then let's go dig.”
"Yes, the wells in the village are all dry. If it doesn't rain soon, everyone will have no water to drink.”
The Three-bodied Daoist was a little proud of himself and snorted.
Zhao Yan smiled and shook his head.”
"This Taoist priest is using the wrong posture."
Zhao Yan looked at the instrument in his mind. The clouds above had already floated to the position of the red dot and were getting thicker and thicker.
However, the sun above their heads was still very bright.
Zhao Yan didn't waste any more time and said,"I have done some research on praying for rain. I wonder if I can give it a try?”
Young Master Wu and the surrounding villagers 'eyes popped out.
"Mr. Zhao, you know how to pray for rain?"
Zhao Yan looked at the Three-bodied Daoist and said,""Taoist priest, can I borrow your peach wood sword?”
The Three-bodied Daoist was somewhat unwilling.
He looked at the sky and calmed down.
"My magic tool has already recognized its master and cannot be lent out," he said.”
Zhao Yan didn't pester him after hearing that. He picked up a tree branch from the side.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Using the tree branch as a sword, he drew a few beautiful sword flowers.
"Then today, I will use this magical artifact to pray for rain for Great Qin!”
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