Wild God starts the game, I rely on incense to prove my truth to the emperor

On the first day, most of the strong men in Hongsong were mobilized, and the efficiency of tea picking was very gratifying.

Before dusk, about 240 acres of tea garden had been harvested.

This is still the first day, and the process will only get faster in the next two days.

Although the weather was gloomy, there were no rain clouds gathering.

Seeing this, Wan Zhuliu was also happy to relax and immersed himself in the practice of other magic spells.

The people of Hongsong also breathed a sigh of relief.

But the good times didn’t last long!

As night fell, dark clouds gathered over Yi County, with lightning and thunder.

The two officials from the Gongcha Bureau became even more nervous and hurried towards the tea garden.

"This year's tribute tea is a gift from His Majesty the Emperor to Grand Master Xizong. If there are any problems with the weight or quality, I'm afraid..."

Hearing this, the other person also looked solemn and immediately called the village chief Hu Lian who had followed him.

"It's going to rain, hurry up and get people out to the fields. Pick the fruits now!"

"My two sirs, it's night time now. Even if we..." Hu Lian also felt a chill on his back at this time, and he cursed God countless times in his heart.

"Stop talking nonsense and mobilize all the men, women, and children in your village to get down to the fields quickly.

Otherwise, if something goes wrong, none of you will be held responsible!"

The official from the Gongcha Bureau shouted sternly.

Seeing this, Hu Lian was helpless and could only go down quickly to organize people.

As a result, when the villagers learned the news, there was a commotion and the crowd grew larger and larger, rushing towards the village entrance.

"Don't let anyone live!"

Seeing that a riot was about to break out, Hu Zi in the crowd suddenly knelt on the ground.

"Please pray for the blessing of Grandpa Liushen, please don't let it rain. Hu Zi kowtows to you!"

His sudden voice immediately resonated with a group of villagers.

If the rain really comes, what’s the point of picking the fruits overnight?

Gradually, groups of villagers knelt on the ground, heading towards the big willow tree at the entrance of the village.

"Please bless Lord Liushen..."

boom!

There was a thunderous explosion.

In the sky, dark clouds were as gloomy as water, tightly covering the red pines.

Only then did Wan Zhuliu raise his head.

He had actually been paying attention to the weather, and the reason he hadn't taken any action was to make these villagers realize their role.

call!

He exhaled, and his incense body flashed in the air, drawing a pale yellow light in the sky.

Then, he softly chanted the formula of the Cloud-Driving Technique.

"Let me...disperse!"

As his magic power surged out with all its might, the ultimate cloud-driving technique was instantly activated.

A strong wind suddenly blew up, centered around the willow tree at the entrance of the village, then swirled upwards and directly hit the rain clouds above.

bass!bass!bass!

Large patches of dark clouds were dispersed, rolled towards higher clouds, and exploded layer by layer.

In the blink of an eye, the dark clouds dissipated, but only in this tea garden and the surrounding area of ​​more than a thousand acres.

The heavy rain poured down from other places, but avoided this place, as if a piece of cloth was covering the sky.

"It's Grandpa Liu Shen who has appeared!"

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Liushen!"

Cheers were heard from the kneeling villagers.

This was the first time they had seen such a spectacle. They never expected that the gods they had always believed in would actually appear.

These people blamed themselves in their hearts, wondering if their initial prayers for children and wealth were not sincere enough, which is why their wishes did not come true.

The two officials from the Tribute Tea Bureau also had strange expressions at this time.

"This……"

After a moment, his expression became more solemn.

"Do you still worship the old gods in your area?"

Hearing this, Hu Lian hurriedly explained, "Please don't be offended, my two lords. This isn't a deity from the previous dynasty, but the spirit of an old willow from our village. He's been worshipped by our village for ten years!"

"Old Liu?" The two men from the Gongcha Division exchanged a glance and immediately ordered, "Take us there to see it!"

Hu Lian did not dare to refuse and hurriedly led the two to the village entrance.

At this time, Wan Zhuliu, who had dispersed the rain clouds, had already returned to the willow tree. He looked at the person who came and thought about countermeasures in his mind.

In fact, appearing in public is a big taboo for gods.

Even the City God, the Daily God, and the Star God who were once granted the title of righteous gods rarely displayed their divine power in front of the people.

On the one hand, it is to maintain distance from the world of the living and to maintain the majesty of God.

On the other hand, and most importantly, faith cannot be transformed into tangible expectations.

When people know that there really is an omnipotent God, their desires will become endless.

However, these are troubles that only righteous gods encounter.

For a small wild god like Wan Zhuliu, he doesn't care about these things as long as he can be provided with enough incense.

The only trouble is the ruler of this world.

"I must never show any ability that threatens the imperial power, otherwise my reign as a wild god will soon be over!"

Soon, two officials from the Gongcha Bureau came and stood in front of him.

"Is this what you call the Willow God?"

"Exactly!"

Hu Lian nodded and hurried forward to light three incense sticks. "Thank you, Lord Liu Shen, for your blessing. These two are the officials from the imperial court!"

Wan Zhuliu didn't move at all, just staring at the two people not far away.

Now, he couldn't figure out the court's attitude towards a country god like him.

"Shh!"

Just as he was thinking this, he saw an official from the Gongcha Bureau draw the sword from his waist.

Take two steps forward.

Then, snap—

With a decisive and decisive blow, he chopped off a branch of the willow tree that Wan Zhuliu was possessed by.

"grass!"

The souls gathered by Wan Zhuliu were withdrawn, causing the supply of incense to suddenly become unstable.

Although he did not feel any pain, the willow tree was the carrier of all the power of incense to him. If the carrier was damaged, it would also affect the mobilization of the incense.

Boom!

At the right moment, a thunderclap sounded in the sky, drawing a white rainbow across the sky.

Wan Zhuliu did not activate his ability to control the wind, but immediately weakened the coverage of the cloud-driving technique.

The rain clouds that originally covered more than a thousand acres were dispersed, but now they began to gather from the surrounding areas, and the gloomy atmosphere continued to approach the tea garden.

"Sir, no, absolutely not!"

At this time, Hu Lian also became nervous.

In this situation, anyone who is not a fool can see that it is indeed the Willow God who is helping Hongsong Village to drive away the rain.

The adult was also shocked by this scene.

He looked at the other person and said, "It really is an immortal technique. Isn't this something that can only be practiced by the orthodox old gods of the previous dynasty?"

"Brother Zhang, Liuzhou is under the jurisdiction of the God-Stealing Cult. No matter whether it's an old god or a wild god, we just need to collect the tribute tea and make sure His Majesty and the Western Sect don't blame us."

"Yes, that's the truth!"

The man immediately retracted his knife and waved his sleeves pretentiously, "God Willow, I'm sorry for the offense. Please continue to protect the picking of red song tribute tea and ensure the peace of the people in this area!"

After saying that, he left the village without looking back and returned to the banquet prepared by the village.

"Damn it, kind people are often bullied!" Wan Zhuliu stood on the branch, looking into the distance with a calm gaze.

Now that one of his branches had been cut off, his ability to drive away the clouds had weakened a lot and could only barely cover the tea garden.

"No, I can't work for nothing. I have to do something tonight!"

Since the rain was under control, the villagers no longer had to pick tea at night. The men went to bed early, hugged their wives and children, and fell into a deep sleep.

Late at night, Wan Zhuliu's figure passed through thousands of households in the village and began to dream.