"Put your heart in your stomach. If it doesn't rain tomorrow at noon, I will accompany you to lose my head." Gui Bugui smiled and continued to comfort him: "Do you know who your master is? I dare not say anything else, so I will get up and pray for blessings and rain. Xu Fu, the great master in the world, is ranked first, and if I am ranked third, no one dares to recognize the second."

While talking, Gui Bugui pointed at Dong Qichao casually. Then he saw a rumbling sound suddenly sounding in the room, and then it started to rain heavily in the house. The rain only fell on Dong Qichao's head alone. No matter how Dong Zhenren dodged, he could never escape the heavy rain above his head.

After seeing that Dong Qi was very convinced of his ability, Gui Bugui accepted the magic. He asked him to go to the palace to ask the emperor for an order to open the altar at three o'clock tomorrow...

When he saw Dong Qichao, he actually said that he wanted to rain at three o'clock in the afternoon. If it didn't rain within a quarter of an hour, he handed over his head to the neck. Zhao Guangyi himself did not expect that the real person who was guarding the country, who was so proud of the face of Monk Guangxiao, seemed to have a solid heart.

The emperor naturally had to be accurate in this matter. He immediately set up a high platform in front of the city gate of Bianliang City. He was ready to respect the gods and the five animals to respond to things, and then waited for the fun to watch the fun at 3:00 tomorrow. The rain asked to come down to resolve the rumors in the world. If the rain did not ask down, it would be that Dong Qichao, the demonic way, harmed the country and the people, and he killed him to vent his anger for the people.

At noon the next day, Dong Qichao and his four Taoist priests came to the altar early. He was invited to the pavilion next to the altar to rest, waiting for the hour to climb the platform to pray for blessings and rain. This Dong Zhenren was wearing a gossip fairy suit, and his every move was filled with a fairy spirit. The people watching the fun around him had created all kinds of legends for Dong Qichao in private. Of course, if it would not rain today, more legends would be circulated when he was chopped off his head.

Although Dong Zhenren is a fairy-like Taoist, the four Taoist priests who served him are strange and weird. One is old and the other is a reckless man, and the other is a little white-faced. It’s a pity that Dong Qi is so big that he found such four little Taoist priests to serve him? Look at the Taoist priests who are talking and laughing against the Taoist priests under the guardian, and then look at the four Taoist priests who ignore him...

Just at noon, the current emperor Zhao Guangyi came to the altar in person. After instructing Zhenren Dong a few words, the emperor held hands and sent him to the altar. Later, the four disciples brought by Zhenren Dong stood in the four directions of the Qinglong, the White Tiger, the Vermillion Bird and the Xuanwu.

In the blink of an eye, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and Dong Qichao began to close his eyes and recite a mantra that no one could understand. After a few mantras, Dong Zhenren grabbed a talisman on the altar. While lying in his mouth, he completely reduced the candlelight in the talisman in his hand.

Just as the talisman was burned to ashes, a strong wind suddenly blew on the street where there was no trace of wind. The people who were already talking closed their mouths, and those who did not believe that Dong Qichao had the ability to ask for rain also stopped. They were thinking in their hearts that once the rain really came, should they kowtow more and redeem their sins?

Not only these people, even the emperor sitting at the top below, began to be surprised. Could it be that he had misunderstood that Dong Qichao is still a little good at it...

After seeing the strong wind blowing, Dong Qichao also felt at a loss. He burned the second talisman, and as the talisman was burned to ashes. The sky that was originally clear and clear began to fly over, and in just a moment, the thick dark clouds had completely enveloped the sky of Bianliang City. Now, Bianliang City is like it is dark. Looking at the strong wind and the dark clouds are pressing down on the top, anyone who sees it will think that there will be a heavy rain anytime and anywhere.

Seeing the Fengyunhui, Dong Qichao felt at this time. When he picked up the third great talisman and was about to ignite, he suddenly heard Gui Bugui's voice coming from behind: "Don't burn the third talisman... There is something to disturb the situation..."

After hearing Gui Bugui's words, Dong Qichao was stunned for a moment. He had to listen to his teacher's words. He put the talisman he had already picked up on the table, and then sat on the ground and began to recite scriptures that no one could understand. At this time, if someone could get close, he could hear clearly what Dong Qichao said: "Teacher... It's almost time... Is there any explanation or not... If there is no explanation, let's run away..."

At this moment, the strong wind suddenly changed direction, blowing away the dark clouds above Bianliang City. Seeing the downpour of rain that was about to explode, the people who had already changed their minds began to talk: "Not effective... Did you see it? The ability of Dong's surname is not good? If there is wind and clouds, you can't control it. Why can't you control it? God doesn't do it. This is a disaster caused by God. Can he ask for rain alone?"

Finally, seeing the emperor is here, these gossipers dare not offend the emperor, so they can only use the real people who protect the country on the altar to point out the country.

At this time, there was also murderous aura on Zhao Guangyi's face. He looked at the sundial that brought the time to calculate. As long as it was noon, he would borrow Dong Qichao's head to scare these people. If anyone dared to talk nonsense, he would continue to use their heads to sacrifice to the sky until these people were afraid.

As it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, the dark clouds in the sky completely dissipated. The sunlight shone again, and it was not as if it was going to rain at all now.

At this moment, Wu Mian, who was standing behind Dong Qichao, suddenly spoke, "You can say whatever you want, let me go down to subdue demons and demons... I will go down to pull that person out."

"Then I'm disrespectful..." Dong Qichao pointed to the place where the people gathered the most, suddenly roared, and said, "What kind of monster dares to block the casting of the real person! You, disciple, where can you stay with him..."

After Dong Qichao finished shouting, he could not see any action from Wu Mian behind him. He looked back and saw the white-haired elder looking at him with a slanted eye. He was bad, and he said the wrong thing just now. This white-haired man refused to surrender and temporarily became his apprentice...

Just when Dong Qichao was in a dilemma, his teacher behind him said, "For the sake of so many ordinary people suffering, you can work hard. Dong Qichao is not very good at speaking..."

The white-haired man walked out from behind, nodded slightly to Dong Qichao, and said, "Desired..." As soon as the words "Do" were expressed, Wu Mian's body suddenly disappeared from the spot where the common people gathered. In an instant, he transformed into a long sword like a Autumn Water in his hand, and slashed at one of the short and fat men.

The short and fat man said "Ah!" and turned around and wanted to escape. At that moment, a black gas erupted from his palm, trying to hold back the one in Wu Mian's hand.

Although Zhan Kun was very dissatisfied with this opponent at this time and was completely unwilling to release his power. However, Wu Mian's power to cut the sword was extraordinary. Not only did he directly disperse the black air in the hands of the short and fat man, he also cut off his arm.

Just as the man fell to the ground and couldn't stop wailing, Gui Bugui said on the altar: "Chao the spell talisman, it's almost noon..."

A sentence reminded Dong Qichao. He picked up the last spell talisman directly. The moment he ignited in the air, a dry thunder struck down. Then dark clouds pressed up again, and then the soybean-sized raindrops fell to the ground.

It has not rained for several months, and now the heavy rain has suddenly fallen, and the people of Bianliang City have begun to cheer. Then, led by several people, rushed to the altar in the heavy rain and knelt down at Dong Qichao who was busy casting the spell.

During this incident, Wu Mian walked to the altar with the fat man covered in blood and threw him heavily to the ground.
Chapter completed!