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Zhang Xiangyuan listened with his ears, and listened quietly without interrupting the old man's words.

Not only was he listening, but Zhuang Buzhou also listened silently with the help of the shadow assassin, which was very helpful to understand what was going on in Zhenxi Prefecture.

"However, half a year ago, the weather suddenly became hot and there was no rain for several months. The well in the village that had never been dry for decades was exhausted. It has been more than half a year since the water has not yet fallen, and the crops in the fields have died of thirst. Alas, now people are thirsty every day. Many people have already died of this drought in the nearby towns. Alas!!"

The old man sighed deeply, with endless misery in his words.

"If it weren't for the appearance of the other shore, everyone could get food from the other shore. I'm afraid that now, Zhenxi Prefecture would die. But it would be a solution to continue like this. Without water, you really can't live."

"We are all people now, so we can only ask God to get up and rain as soon as possible, otherwise we will never be able to live this life again."

Water is the source of life. In severe water shortage, death is common. Even if there is food, it will not last long.

With drought, more than half a year of drought, there is no need to expect the crops in the fields. This year's harvest must be without grains. The ground was dried up and cracked, and there are no fewer people who died due to lack of water, and countless people suffer because of this.

But no one can stop this natural disaster.

How many people cried and wailed, wanting to escape.

The old men and others dig into the ground, not digging gold, silver and treasures, but hope to dig out some water underground, even a little wet mud. At this time, for them, water is the most precious and precious thing. Even if they have money, they can't buy it!!

When Zhang Xiangyuan heard this, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and then asked: "I didn't expect that this place would suffer such a great natural disaster. Didn't the nearby imperial court and the officials of Zhenxi Prefecture come out to provide relief?"

"The Zhenxi Prefecture is too big. At the beginning, there were disaster relief, but it lasted too long. It is said that there were spiritual masters calling the wind and rain in the palace, but they were dropping a drop in the bucket and could not solve the real problem. Now it is said that the court is preparing to sacrifice."

The old man took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"Sacrifice? I don't know who is sacrificing."

At this moment, a voice came in.

The old man and Zhang Xiangyuan couldn't help but look up, and then a figure riding a black donkey came into his eyes.

"Who are you......."

The old man hesitated and asked.

"I am a monk who travels around the world. My surname is Zhuang, Zhuang Buer."

Zhuang Buzhou said with a smile.

"It turns out that it is an immortal master in front of him. I have a mortal mortal, please don't be surprised." When the old man heard this, he quickly greeted him, with a hint of restraint in his expression.

In this world, I am not unfamiliar with the Spirit Master. I am often attacked by strange things. It is difficult to know. For the Spirit Master, ordinary people will call it the Immortal Master. The awe is indeed obvious. Most Spirit Masters are relics of contract curses, and they are often not so kind in nature and temper. The Shinto monks are very smart. They often do not reveal their bodies and use the name of gods. As the sustenance of the souls of sentient beings, they are high above and transcendent to the outside.

After chatting with the old man for a while, he naturally knew that water is the most precious thing for them who are suffering from drought.

"I am the servant of the God of Water in the throne. My God is merciful, so naturally I will not watch everyone suffer. Look."

Zhang Xiangyuan looked at an ancient well in the village, smiled slightly, pointed directly at the ancient well, and a divine light burst out. Then he heard the sound of water surging in the ancient well.

"water!!"

"It's water, there's water in the well. Look, there's water in our Qingquan Well again."

"It's great, we're saved. It's the original well water."

Accompanied by a shout, a large number of villagers gathered towards the ancient well, surrounding it and bleeded. Looking at the well water in the well, their bodies were trembling with excitement. With water, they could survive. This is not just water, but life.

"Thank you, God!!"

"Thank you for the water."

While being overjoyed, they all knelt down to Zhang Xiangyuan without hesitation and shouted loudly.

"No need to thank me, I just follow the will of my God. All of this is the grace of the God of Water." Zhang Xiangyuan said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, yes, thanks to all the inspirational water gods for giving us the well water to save our lives."

A large number of villagers agreed.

One by one, invisibly, has a dark connection to the inspirational water god. A thread of faith is connected to Zhang Xiangyuan, providing a thin layer of vow power, but this vow power is very pure.

The villagers long for water, and the inspiration of the water god gave the well water.

This is the relationship between cause and effect.

After going back and forth, it is like the power of the vow after fulfilling the vow, it is naturally pure and does not contain many impurities.

It can be seen that the villagers of Qingliang Village have become his believers, at least for the time being, whether it will be the next one depends on Zhang Xiangyuan's own methods.

"As long as everyone prays day and night and believes in our God, this cool well will never dry up and will continue to emerge from the well water."

Zhang Xiangyuan continued.

"It's great. We must pray for the inspirational water god day and night, and the incense is constantly on the rise."

When many villagers heard this, they expressed their opinions.

Invisibly, faith in him became more pious.

It can no longer be shaken easily.

Afterwards, Zhang Xiangyuan and Zhuang Buzhou left Qingliang Village and walked on the avenue.

Zhuang Buzhou smiled and said, "If you read it correctly, you should be the God of Water who is inspired by the way of the divine path. When you come to this town, you are preparing to open a temple, preach doctrine, and develop believers."

"Fellow Daoist Zhuang's wise eyes. Sure enough, Mr. Zhang's tricks can't be hidden from the eyes of fellow Taoist."

When Zhang Xiangyuan heard this, he was not surprised. His appearance was naturally flawless in the eyes of ordinary people. In the eyes of monks, it would be difficult to hide it. It is not too strange to be discovered.

"Fellow Daoist Zhuang is biased against Shinto?"

Zhuang Buzhou smiled and shook his head and said, "Don't get me wrong. I have no prejudice against Shinto. It's not bad for ordinary people to seek spiritual sustenance. Fellow Daoist Zhang is not an evil god, and I have no intention of meddling in other people's business. Shinto itself has a principle of existence, and it is not a distinction between high and low. However, this town of Xifu is probably a gathering of storms and monsters recently, and there will be no lack of monsters and monsters. Just the Red Locust God, I'm afraid it's even more difficult."

If Zhang Xiangyuan wants to spread faith, he will definitely not be able to open the Red Locust God.

The battle of Shinto is much more dangerous than anything.
Chapter completed!