Dressed as a little farmer's lucky treasure, God sends blessings and asks for forgiveness

Anyuan County, the residence of Yuanwai Qian.

"Master, the offerings are ready, and the young master and young lady are here." A servant came forward to report to Mr. Qian.

"Then let's get ready to start the ritual." Mr. Qian looked at the old Taoist priest and said after getting permission.

Soon Zhao Shiying and Azhi were placed on the altar, with a jar between them, just blocking the two of them.

I didn't know that there was a portrait of Mr. Qian and his birth date floating in the jar.

The most abundant thing in Mr. Qian's family is money, but he is in his forties and has no children. He has several wives and countless concubines, but no one has any children.

After consulting the Taoist priest, he made up his mind to buy a boy and a girl to bring him good fortune and longevity, and he wanted both children to be fair and tender, the boy to be handsome, and the girl to be white, plump, pretty and cute.

So, he took a fancy to Zhao Shiying, who looked like the girl sitting under the seat of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

There was already a boy named Azhi in the mansion.

Just enough to form the word "good".

The sun was rising, illuminating the earth, and a Taoist priest was performing a ritual with a peach wood sword.

It was a clear sky, but suddenly the sun hid and dark clouds gathered and floated towards this side.

Just then, Zhao Shiying woke up.

She felt that the clouds were rushing towards her with laughter.

After observing her surroundings, she seemed to have traveled through time.

The old Taoist priest kept saying something, and after a while he threw out a talisman. He pointed the peach wood sword at the talisman paper, piercing it in an instant and burning it.

After losing six cards in a row, Zhao Shiying found that she was a little hot.

Azhi also blushed.

At this time, the clouds in the sky gathered more and more, and there was a muffled thunder.

Zhao Shiying was startled, looked up at the sky in confusion, and blinked her eyes.

what happened?

Why did she feel that the clouds were smiling at her? How strange.

Ah Zhi was frightened and started crying, but after being scolded by Mr. Qian, she miraculously stopped and dared not cry anymore.

Tears flowed down her face like two wide noodles, forming grooves. She covered her mouth tightly with her hands to prevent her crying from leaking out.

It can be seen that Azhi is helpless and desperate. He feels that he is going to die, and this is definitely the case.

Zhao Shiying smiled.

She saw what it was for.

She had traveled to the human world before and knew that this was like asking heaven for another 500 years.

Perhaps saying that it can last for 500 years is a bit of an exaggeration, but it is certain that it can last for a few more decades.

The magic he performed was not authentic at all.

Zhao Shiying shook her head.

Now that she knew the old man's purpose, how could she possibly let him have his way?

After all, when she said she was borrowing life from heaven, she was actually borrowing the lifespan of both her and Azhi.

really!

The Taoist priest muttered to himself, "Today, Qian Dachui offers two boys and girls as sacrifices. I only ask the heaven to lend me another twenty years of life..."

Zhao Shiying: “…”

The altar in front of the Taoist priest was filled with various offerings, and at this moment all the dark clouds in the sky gathered here.

Just one step left to success.

Zhao Shiying looked at Mr. Qian, who was solemn and plump, standing in the distance, and the Taoist priest who was muttering to himself and performing a ritual.

Then the little girl raised a small fist with difficulty (actually she wanted to raise her middle finger, but due to the conditions, she couldn't raise it), and said something to the sky.

Suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the sky, thunder rumbled, and it seemed like it was going to rain heavily. It felt like the sky was about to fall down.

Everyone present was so frightened that they looked up at the sky. Some people were so scared that their legs were shaking and they almost fell to their knees.

The Taoist priest widened his eyes in horror and looked in the direction of the thunder.

"It's over. God doesn't agree. My one hundred taels of silver are gone." The Taoist priest looked at the changes in the sky and muttered with a sad face, but he couldn't stop the greed in his heart.

No matter what, I have to do it even if it doesn’t work.

At this time, all the clouds in the sky gathered together, and the sky became dark, as if it was within reach, compressing the space here.

Mr. Qian looked at the Taoist priest nervously, thinking that the master was truly capable. He felt that something was a little different, as if the sky was pressing down on him.

Little did he know that he was about to face a disaster.

“Boom~~~Boom~~~”

The sudden thunder frightened everyone so much that they couldn't help but tremble.

The Taoist priest who was performing the ritual was also stunned for a moment.

Mr. Qian was so frightened that his heart almost flew out of his chest.

Some of the timid servants were so frightened that they knelt down, shaking like sieves.

"Master Zhang~~this..." Mr. Qian shouted in a trembling voice.

Looking around, he felt confused and a little scared.

So the richer people are, the more they fear death.

"Don't worry, it's okay. It's just the effect of the ritual." Master Zhang comforted.

Then he calmed himself and continued the ritual, silently counting the one hundred taels in his mind.

However, at this time, Zhao Shiying secretly looked at Mr. Qian and smiled.

"Boom~~Crack~~"

"Boom~~" Several consecutive thunders struck directly around the altar, and the place where Mr. Qian was standing was instantly charred by the thunder.

The corners of the altar were also cut off.

The slaves around were wailing even more. They were also struck by the thunder, just like being electrocuted.

Although no one died, they were basically charred and their bodies were numb.

Mr. Qian and Master Zhang were criticized the most harshly.

Mr. Qian's entire body was black and he was shaking like a Parkinson's patient. Only his teeth were yellow. From a distance he looked like a gorilla, with a faint white smoke floating above his head.

Master Zhang was also hit so hard that his entire body was charred and white smoke was coming out. The key point was that not only was his entire body numb and he couldn't move, but the hand he used to perform the ritual was actually broken.

Wailing sounds filled the place.

When Ah Zhi saw the thunderbolt falling down without a care in the world, he was so frightened that he was stunned.

Then he watched everyone being struck by lightning and turned into smoke, but he was still alive.

Suddenly I burst into laughter and then cried.

Doesn't he have to die?

Zhao Shiying wanted to cover her eyes with her hands, this scene was unbearable to watch, but her hands were too short and she couldn't cover them. At the moment, she was a giant in thought but a dwarf in action.

He could only look at the scene outside boldly, smiling with his toothless mouth showing, his pink gums indicating how happy the child is.

Azhi immediately looked at Zhao Shiying, and seeing the little baby laughing happily, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh "hehehe~~~~".

It turns out that performing rituals can be so joyful.

Everyone thought it was just an accident, and after realizing what was happening, they gathered together and began to clean up the mess under the orders of Mr. Qian.

Stools with broken legs and tables that were split in half were lying all over the ground. Of course, there were also people who were struck so hard that they could not move, simply out of fear.

Master Zhang disregarded his own image, said a few words to Mr. Qian, then reluctantly began to perform the ritual with his other hand.

Then, they thought that the dispersed dark clouds would never come back, but suddenly they found that as long as Master Zhang performed a ritual, the dark clouds would chase and gather together, and lightning would strike the direction where they were standing. The scene of thunder and lightning was terrifying to watch.

Master Zhang frowned, looked at the silly boy and the swaddled girl, then glanced at their horoscopes again.

That’s right, these eight characters are all excellent.

what happened?