"The old man said so!"
"I heard that three big immortals have died, and the car has been able to cast spells in Three Lai in recent years. Now that the big immortals are dead, I’m afraid it will become what it used to be. Alas, you young people had better leave here early." The old man sighed deeply and looked at his fields.
"What about you? According to your tone, you don’t want to leave?"
"I’m old and I can’t leave my hometown. What has become here is my hometown. My roots are here. Let’s bury my old bones here," the old man said gently.
Lu Yu looked at a field in front of him, and now it is almost mature. The field is already a busy scene, but at this time, there is no joy in the eyes of the people in China.
The death of the three immortals is different from disaster for them. They look at the mature grain in front of them and know in their hearts that this may be the last harvest.
Lu Yu looked at this busy scene and felt deeply in his heart. These people are like ants. Even in the face of despair, they still bite their teeth and struggle to live.
This may be the reason why Terrans have been able to thrive from the harsh environment in ancient times.
Lu Yu bid farewell to the old man, still measuring the car with his own feet, and carefully feeling the water pulsation in the earth. For a person who is proficient in waterways, this intuitive feeling of water rules is of great significance to him.
When he got into the car, the capital of China was already in chaos. The people were angry at the death of the Three Immortals and vented themselves from the anger department to the monks.
The combination of shouting and shouting makes the city show a strange chaos. Many bald monks can run around with their heads held, and they can resist these angry people.
At this chaos, Liu Yu couldn’t help sighing deeply in his mouth. At this moment, the sage of humanity heard the moaning of the dragon with humanitarian fate in his ears.
This young humanitarian dragon root method can resist the ancestor of Styx by watching the water vapor pass away and the fate pass away. Now it is dying to see a sage like Lu Yu cry for help.
Lu Yu smiled. This situation may be helpless for others, but it is not so difficult for Lu Yu.
Being beaten by the people, the monk ran away, and the crowd saw Lu Yu, who was alone.
Seeing this Mr. Blue in the crowd, he has a unique bearing, but it seems that he has drifted away for nine days.
Although this monk has no magic body, he can see at a glance that Lu Yu is not a mortal, protecting his head and rushing to the front of Lu Yu regardless of the beatings of the people around him.
With a splash of blood, he knelt down and cried, "The immortal has mercy to save his brother’s life!"
They chased after them with all kinds of weapons, and they also saw it there. Lu Yu heard the monk’s cry and immediately reacted. He also knelt down and praised "I still hope that the immortal will be merciful."
When Lu Yu saw this, he asked, "Even if you can’t get rain, you shouldn’t be blamed by everyone."
"Heaven gives birth to virtue. Although he is a monk, he is also a flesh and blood, and his father, mother and son are all trying to kill him."
"Immortal, don’t be deceived. This monk is full of lies. The three great immortals have been harmed by him. We have been waiting for good weather for many years. Three Lai’s great immortals have won the rain. They just have nothing to do. They just gossip about the death of three great immortals. Today, we are going to kill him for revenge." Someone shouted in the crowd.
"Even how can monsters steal the names of immortals? Besides, I have never asked the holy monks in the East to kill the three immortals. It is their own struggle." The monk retorted.
"Now still dare to justify that we killed this bald donkey, Daxian." The monk’s words seemed to arouse the public’s anger and glared at him. He put his weapon in his hand because he saw Liu Yu and raised it again. The monk was so scared that he hid behind Liu Yu for fear that these angry people would kill him.
"It’s true that the Three Immortals have made meritorious deeds here, but it’s futile for a country to rely on a few people if you are self-reliant."
Chapter three hundred and seventeen Rain falls
Lu Yu’s gentle words resounded through the crowd, and the wise man had already heard the implication of Lu Yu and hurriedly prostrated himself and shouted, "Please give me a rescue method to let me wait for the drought."
People around you suddenly realized that instead of going to see the embarrassed monks, they kowtowed to Liu Yu one by one and prayed for salvation.
"Terran sages have injected the spirit of self-improvement into our veins since ancient times. It is not a word that the so-called" Mount Tai is moving ".Now the humanity Dachang Terran will change the world." Liu Yu said with a smile.
But he also knows that Che Chiguo, after all, can’t compare with Datang Kyushu, but the Terran Foundation has a seal set by Yu Huang Jiuding, which makes it difficult for Kyushu fairy gods to intervene in everything, which in turn makes the spirit of self-improvement flow all the time.
Che Chiguo is located outside the seal of Xi Niu He Zhou Kyushu, and the demons are surrounded by fairy gods, which also makes people here prefer to place their hopes on the gods.
So he summoned his own Aquarius. At this time, the Aquarius on the Avenue had already changed greatly. After refining the water rules, the Aquarius was filled with rich water vapor as soon as it appeared in heaven and earth, and even the people around him could feel their own water vapor.
Lu Yu threw the Aquarius gently, and it flew to the top of the faucet. Suddenly, the weak humanitarian dragon roared like a stimulant, and there was water vapor around him, and a dark cloud suddenly appeared. The car was late, and the wind was strong in the country.
Someone was kind enough to shout to the sky, "God, let it rain!"
His words woke everyone around him, and everyone shouted, and the huge waves went straight into the sky with everyone’s expectations and wishes.
"Hey!" The humanitarian dragon roared and everyone thought that it had got rid of its weakness, and the surrounding water vapor moved with it. It was overcast with clouds, and it began to rain vigorously. Raindrops dripped in the city, splashing water and eliminating the summer heat brought laughter to all beings on the earth.
And Lu Yu can clearly feel that the original rapid passage of water vapor has gradually weakened, and humanitarian forces have suppressed the power of the ancestors of Styx.
With the heavy rain, people are more excited, and they hug each other and cheer, which adds another point to humanitarian luck.
"Is this the principle of Kyushu seal?" Liu Yu muttered to himself.
It is no wonder that the sages of Terran constantly emphasize that people can conquer nature by striving for self-improvement. Only when people have this strong will can they maximize the strength of humanitarian fate and make the suppression ability stronger, which will further highlight the strength of human beings and make the spirit of Terran stronger, and finally form a virtuous circle. In this cycle, the fate of Terran continues to increase and all ghosts and monsters in the sky are repelled.
As the train was late, the fate of the Chinese people changed, and the bodhi old zu of Styx, sitting in the depths of the distant underworld, opened his eyes and raised his head in doubt.
Because he found that some of the water vapor he had gathered seemed to be intercepted, but at this time he didn’t care because it was a very small part, which could not affect his plan. Besides, he has been implementing this plan for many years, and now it is almost time for the fruits to fall. This water vapor is stinging.
Thought of here, his eyes fell somewhere in the Three Realms, and there was a powerful water rule on the land surface, lying quietly on the bottom with a congenital handle.
A smile hung on his mouth, and he was confident that no one would have thought that he had gathered the water rules here. He wanted to talk happily to himself, but he swallowed his words at the thought that the ancestor of Styx, who hated listening to the beast, was about to come to his mouth.
Follow his eyes, we can see a mountain wrapped in flames, and the flaming fire is coming at us, which makes people blind with all the heat waves, and it is the flaming mountain.
Not far away from him, I hid my doubts and asked the beast, "What the hell has the bodhi old zu of Styx been doing recently? Why haven’t I seen him make trouble for a long time?"
Listen carefully. The beast raised his eyelids slightly and said, "Are you still upset when no one comes to make trouble?"
"The bodhi old zu isn’t so upset. What are you calculating?" The Tibetan monk took a lazy look and said.
"I know, but I don’t want to say it." I yawned and closed my eyes and said softly.
"Ten golden flowers in the merit pool" said with a smile.
Listen to the beast suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the Tibetan excitedly and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"
"Monks don’t talk nonsense!"
"Well, if you give me twelve flowers, I’ll tell you what the secret of Styx is." I listened to the beast’s eyes going round and round and said.
"Ten!" The tone of Tibetan voice is full of unchangeable firmness, because he knows that the three realms are only listening to the beast, and anyone who feels his hesitation will definitely hold on to it.
"You monk is still so stingy, let it be ten, let it be ten." Listen to the beast and sigh slightly, and then he lay down lazily.
"Since the birth of the sea of blood, the Styx has been cut off by the mysterious man, so it is inherently difficult to exert the true power of the sea of blood and be suppressed by a junior like you for many years."
"So he tried his best to make up for his shortcomings, which required a water rule. However, since the establishment of heaven and the return of the gods, the laws of heaven and earth have been orderly, and there is no water rule floating outside."
"So he started to pay attention to Xi Niu Hezhou, hoping to successfully gather the rules and handles that once spilled water by gathering water vapor."
"You said it was left by Xiang Jun and Mrs. Xiang!" Shikoku asked.
"Yes, it is the legacy of these two first gods. It is necessary to know that the fall of every congenital god is bound to represent a congenital thing. When the emperor dies, there will be a fuso. When the monarch falls out of the cloud, his own soap carving flag will be born. When Priestess of Death’s boss dies, there will be life and death. However, Xiang Jun and Mrs. Xiang’s two congenital gods are left behind."
"Because the two saints needed to make up for the water vein of Xiniu Hezhou, this prevented the birth of congenital things and re-established the western water cycle in heaven and earth, which also made this water law and handle always hidden deep underground in Xiniu Hezhou."