After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

The rain was heavy, and was blown sideways by the strong wind, hitting my skin hard, causing a painful sensation.

Mist rose rapidly from the sky and earth, and raindrops dripped down along the eyelashes. Everyone should have wiped it away, raised their hands to cover their eyes, or half-squinted their eyes to avoid the raindrops that washed away their vision.

But they did none of that.

I stared blankly with my eyes wide open in the rainstorm, letting the rain slide into my eyeballs, causing a bitter pain, but I refused to look away even a bit.

Stubbornly but unable to control my excitement, I reached out my hands to feel the blessings that continued to be bestowed upon me by God.

It's raining.

The sunny day before seemed like a product of their distorted memory.

It's really raining.

Several brothers were caught in the rain, and were rarely absent-minded.

Qinghe stood there in a daze. The veil on her face was soaked by the rain, sticking to her mouth and nose and feeling very uncomfortable, but she couldn't remember to take it off.

The sense of unbelievable absurdity hits the heart directly.

"boom--"

The thunder shattered the sky, and a bright light flashed across the horizon.

"Thunder...thunder sounded again..."

"It seems like only ten breaths have passed since the last time...?"

Xie Jinyan, who had been stunned for a long time, suddenly came back to his senses, waved his arm, and his long sleeves cut off the dense rain for a moment.

The sound of his inner strength was like a heavy morning bell, which could be heard by everyone amid the huge sound of wind and rain.

"Someone come and tell the time!"

The lit incense stick had long been extinguished, and a minister tremblingly took out an hourglass from his sleeve.

That’s right, half an hour. He wants to verify whether the rain can last for half an hour!

"boom--"

The dormant thunder struck on time ten breaths later, lighting up the sky and leaving a bright afterimage.

"Ten breaths! Ten breaths! The third thunderbolt fell again after ten breaths!"

"Hahahaha, this thunder is more punctual than when I wake up in the morning. It's a miracle, a miracle bestowed by a high monk!"

The crowd's cheers were loud and passionate, revealing a crazy and heart-wrenching feeling.

He even counted his breaths silently, and after ten times he opened his arms and laughed out loud, making a "boom" sound.

At the same time, thunder sounded.

Their faces flushed as they danced in the rain, raising their arms and cheering.

Ten thunderbolts fell without delay.

All the officials lined up neatly in front of the platform and knelt down reverently to show their highest respect.

"Thank you for the blessing, Master—"

"Long live the princess, long live the princess, long live the princess—"

The cheers were deafening, comparable to the thunder.

The two men on the platform put their foreheads together, and beads of sweat mixed with the rain slid down together.

Pu Ran opened his eyes and his breathing became disordered. It seemed that it took too much spiritual power and energy to control everything accurately.

"I will send someone to spread the news of today's rain prayer later."

"You will be a true monk in the future."

Bodhi hummed softly, feeling the coolness of the rain washing over his skin, but it was far less than the warmth in his heart.

His predecessors had been strong and reliable.

So he just wanted to live by the side of his predecessors.

He still has room to grow and learn from his predecessors. One day, he will be able to help his predecessors.

"very nice."

A smile appeared on Puran's face.

"I worked hard and gained a lot of merit."

Bodhi followed her smile, his bright golden eyes shone like broken stars: "Yes, the people should be happy."

Thank you for your hard work, senior.

He leaned against the girl's forehead and added this softly in his heart.

……

The farmer sitting on the cracked land was anxious and worried, sighing as he looked at the wilted crops.

The scorching sun shines on my body, burning a layer of dead skin.

He lowered his head, stood up with a deathly face, and brushed the dust off his butt with his hands, thinking desperately about how he would make a living if he didn't harvest anything.

A dark-skinned man in the field across the street called out to him, "Old Liu, are you going home?"

Old Liu nodded: "It's not a good idea to just sit there."

The two men walked together, hunched over and slowly moving forward on the path in the field.

Suddenly the sky turned cloudy.

The two were stunned and rubbed their eyes desperately.

"what happened?"

"Wasn't the sun quite bright just now?"

After a while, "Boom——"

There was lightning and thunder and heavy rain.

The rainwater poured into the cracked scars of the earth, moistening the wilted crops with bright colors.

Old Liu's eyes widened, tears welling up in his eyes: "It's raining?"

The other man's lips trembled, his legs weakened and he fell to the ground: "It's really raining!"

Cheers like drums rang out in every field.

What was falling was not rain, but hope that they could still have a harvest.

Old Liu ran home as fast as he could and saw his wife outside getting a basin of water.

The woman's eyes were moist: "It's raining."

Old Liu murmured again and again: "It's raining."

It seems like that's the only thing they can say.

When it rained, many people knelt down spontaneously.

They thanked the heaven for opening their eyes, bowed their heads, slammed their foreheads into the mud, supported themselves on the ground with their hands, and grinned.

In the palace, amid cheers, Puran and Bodhi came down from the high platform.

Her face was pale from the rain. She stood beside Qing He. Her voice was not loud, but it penetrated through all the noise and reached his ears:

"Are you satisfied?"

The pain of her nails digging into her palms reminded Qinghe that the absurd scene before her eyes had indeed happened, but she couldn't speak. Her self-esteem wouldn't allow a single word to escape from her lips and teeth.

Bodhi's expression showed no sadness or joy, and he said with a hint of meaning: "Girl, there is a god above your head. Be careful, the god is always watching you."

After saying that, he left with Pu Ran, leaving Qing He with a livid face.

Puran: "Yes, that sentence just now has some of my charlatan temperament."

Bodhi looked shy and said, "It's all thanks to my seniors who taught me well."

Bullshit, just imitate her to fool people.

Also, being a charlatan is not a compliment!

Puran: "No, my legs are weak."

Bodhi's figure was also shaking: "The spiritual energy consumption is too great."

If you pray for rain, it will drizzle, and the spiritual energy consumed will be less.

But this land needs rain so much that a little rain and dew will not help at all.

We need heavy rain, enough rain to fill the dry ditches with water.

The price is the life-threatening consumption of spiritual energy.

Pu Ran: "Fortunately, I have a profound level of cultivation and a solid foundation."

Then she leaned against the person in front of her exhaustedly and sighed, "Ah, I can't stand this. I'm sleepy. Take me to rest."

Lazy who was suddenly leaned on: "?"

Meow meow meow?

I am the only one who relies on others, how can others rely on me?

Bodhi staggered: "I will take the princess back to rest."

Laziness looked at Bodhi who was about to fall to the ground at any time. He was silent for a moment before saying, "It's amazing that you can stand up straight."

Envy reached out to Sloth: "Let me do it."

Laziness put one hand around the girl's slender waist and the other hand through her legs, holding her firmly in his arms.

"I still have some strength left. Go prepare some tonic to calm your nerves."

Stay away from us, stinking rat.

His jealous smile remained unchanged. If there weren't so many people around, he would have directly pricked this annoying guy with a needle until he became autistic.

The heavy rain was still falling, and Lazy walked away with the girl in his arms under the deep gaze of the crowd.

The young man's beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of curiosity: "How did you do it?"

He was suspicious: "Could there really be a son of God or a daughter of God?"

"Fifth senior brother."

"what happened?"

"You are noisy."

"..."

Can you let me sleep peacefully?