Fang Chang has read the contents of this letter just now.

The letter was written by two practitioners who communicated with each other. It seemed that because of their low cultivation level, they did not master the magic of remote message transmission.

However, the sender encountered a tiger spirit on the way and unfortunately died here. If Fang Chang had not taken action to wipe out the tiger spirit, the letter would probably have to wait until the rain was finished before the letter would have a chance to see the light of day again. Considering that the material of the envelope paper was very ordinary, it might have dissipated by then due to moisture or ravage.

The person who wrote the letter was named Liu Ming, and the letter was very rich in content.

In the letter, this practitioner named Liu Ming told his friend that he set out to visit his fellow travelers in the northwest arid land and asked about several methods of rain praying for more effective rain. However, due to the drought in the northwest, the demand for such magic rituals is much larger than that in the Central Plains and the East China Sea.

He wrote a letter to his friends in the state to tell his friends about these rain prayers, hoping that he would try these methods as soon as possible. If they were effective, it would prove that his trip was worth it. Finally, Liu Ming said in the letter that he would also have to visit more places and more people to find more effective ways to pray for rain.

Fang Chang looked at the several rain prayer methods mentioned in the letter, one or two were quite effective. So after thinking for a while, he decided to be the messenger himself and send the letter to the place it should go.

When he traveled around the world for a long time, he had never been here, so he went out of the mountain and found a place where people lived. He still found a few people to ask for the way, and then decided on the next direction. The scene along the way was quite different from the situation where the rest of the world was generally peaceful.

The land is drought and cracked, the seedlings are withered, the plants are haggard, and there is not much water in the air. In the surrounding villages, towns and cities, although the people are not hungry, they all show worries. Even innocent children have become much quieter because of the influence of adults, and are no longer as lively as before. Poultry and livestock seem weak due to lack of care and care.

The most common topic I often hear about chatting with the people above the way is rain. Sometimes a few narrow clouds float around the sky, and they will be stared at the expectant people for half a day with anticipation. When the clouds are blown away by the wind, the rest are curses and unwilling sighs.

It seems that the long-term drought has left deep scars on the people of this area. Perhaps this sad experience will be closely accompanied by a whole generation and become their deepest memory in recent years.

In addition to trying their best to coordinate more relief, the officials in the prefecture devoted their main energy to the rain prayer ceremony.

At this point, ordinary self-rescue methods can no longer take effect. After all, both the prefectures and the people are short of food storage. Moreover, in addition to the large amount of food, manpower and material resources, it also takes a lot of time to build water conservancy, which is too late.

Now the officials and people in the state need and hope for the most is a heavy rain, a rain that soaks the soil in moisture, and a rain that can keep everyone’s harvest this year - as long as there is still food, life still has hope.

But Fang Chang calculated slightly and couldn't help but shake his head silently in his heart: The heavy rain that the people are looking forward to will not come until this time next year.

It is a peaceful time and the prefectures are not strictly under the supervision.

The letter in Fang Chang's arms needs to be sent to, next to the state yamen, the person receiving the letter has a physical practice, and is also a regular staff member of the court. This is the department he decided to set up at the meeting after the great disaster that year. I heard that it has been operating well over the years and has effectively maintained the relationship between the human and demon tribes in the mortal world.

"What's the point of doing here?" said the guard at the door when he walked to the door.

"I'm here to find someone, and someone asked me to send a letter to the scholars of the same school." Fang Chang said, and showed the envelope.

"Please wait for me to report." As he said that, the guard who spoke to Fang Chang at the door asked his companions to guard the gate, walked in and reported, and then ran out quickly and said, "Your Excellency, please come in. Mr. Feng has been waiting inside, just go directly into the front hall."

Fang Chang stepped into the door and looked at the situation inside.

This is the "office location" for these practitioners. It is said to be an office location. In fact, there is not even a desk in these rooms. There are some cushions, like a very well-decorated place for practice.

Mr. Feng looks very young and has a low cultivation level.

He treated Fang Chang as an ordinary person, welcomed him in at the entrance of the front hall, and poured him a cup of tea.

Then, Feng Tong sat on the chair next to him and said:

"I'm Feng Tong, I heard that the gentleman brought me a letter?"

"That's right."

Fang Chang nodded, took out the letter from his arms, and reached out to hand it over.

Feng Tong took it with both hands, and saw that the fire paint on the envelope had broken, and he was a little confused. So he did not rush to read the contents of the letter, but said to the other party: "Thank you, Mr. Liu Ming, for sending this letter. My younger brother Liu Ming and I have not contacted each other for a while. I don't know this letter, but my younger brother Liu Ming personally asked you to bring it here?"

"Not this." Fang Chang said, "I don't know Liu Ming. This letter was obtained from a tiger's den in Qiming Mountain on the east. Seeing that the contents are important, I sent it to you. The tiger was committing evil in the local area and biting and eating many people. I think the real sender should have been buried in the tiger's mouth."

Feng Tong was very surprised: "There is such a matter? It seems that the local government's fault."

Fang Chang shook his head again and said, "This tiger has become a spirit, and it is not something that ordinary hunting team formed by the yamen can handle."

"Ah, this!" Feng Tongshen sighed and said, "then this should be our duty, but in recent years, our energy has been tied up by drought. We have actually lost our responsibility in our jobs and missed this tiger spirit."

But immediately, he realized that since the person on the other side could take action to destroy the tiger spirit, he was naturally not an ordinary person, so he looked at Fang Chang. Then Feng Tong felt that he was looking up at the mountains, and the cultivation of the people in front of him was like a vast sea of ​​stars, unfathomable, which shocked him.

So Feng Tong left his seat and saw it again with his junior gifts. Then he thanked him again for the matter in the letter and invited Fang Chang to stay in the prefecture and pray for the rain together.

Fang Chang thought for a while and responded: "Well, that's fine, let's see what you do next."

Seeing Fang Chang agreeing, Feng Tong was overjoyed: "The letter sent by his younger brother Liu Ming said a lot of refreshing rain prayer ceremonies, and I just try them one by one. If the seniors are willing to help, the chances of getting things done will be more than a big deal."
Chapter completed!