Shanhedu

"Born from the same root?" Ling Xiao asked in surprise.

The "child" who was being stared at was calm.

He said quietly to Ling Xiao: "Flowers and plants grow together as if they grow from the same root. When I say the same root, I don't mean the same father and mother as you."

"Huh?" Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows, this was the first time he had heard such a statement.

"The heavenly secret must not be leaked, you just need to know that I am here to help you."

Having said that, Ling Xiao didn't ask any more questions, thinking up and down in his heart.

"What should I call you?"

"Wealthy, my family is in Xishan, my parents are deceased, and I can tell you about it through ancestral fortune-telling."

Ling Xiao glanced at the gray cloth bag slung on Fugui's waist, Tusheng stared at the melon cap on his head, Qing Shui didn't bother to raise his eyes, and Jun He was burying his head in gnawing carrots.

"Brother Fugui, forgive me for offending you, you are so young..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fugui raised his hand and stopped him.

"I'm not a child. The stature passed down from my ancestors, in terms of age, I'm twenty-two. If I'm not mistaken, you, you."

Fugui looked around at the other people on the table, paused and continued.

"The four of you, except this white-clothed one, all call me brother."

After finishing speaking, Tusheng and Qingshui, who were drinking porridge, looked up at him.

"You kid is talking nonsense. How dare you tell me to call you brother when you're not as tall as me? Shameless."

Fugui ignored him.

Ling Xiao calculated his age, he was indeed one year younger than Fugui.

"Sorry, I think, I still can't take you on the road." Ling Xiao refused Fugui.

This man seemed to be spouting out of nothing, talking nonsense, Ling Xiao couldn't believe him.

At first, Tusheng said that he was a pitiful child and wanted to take him away, but later because they were so eye-catching, he gave up the idea.

Fugui was thrown at the door of the inn, dragged his gray cloth bag, and watched them drift away.

The group hadn't gone far when they heard the sound of gongs and drums in front of them.

Going forward, you will see the big battle in front of you.

Arranged neatly, many people dressed in white clothes, red scarves on their heads, and small drums tied around their waists stood beamingly in front of the high stage and danced.

It was only when I got closer that I realized what was going on here. It turned out that because of the prolonged drought, the villagers decided to use their Chinese New Year tradition to pray for rain from the Dragon King.

Jun He was very novel about everything, and grabbed Ling Xiao's hand and begged him to stop and watch the excitement.

Qing Shui may have seen such a scene before, so he doesn't find it unusual.

The sound of waist drums can be heard, and the villagers beat the small drums on their waists, and their feet are like dragons and snakes swimming.

Tu Sheng had never seen such a bustling temple fair-like scene before. With his hands tucked into his sleeves, he squatted on the ground to watch the excitement, with his mouth wide open, laughing endlessly.

Seeing his appearance, Qing Shui laughed at him as a bumpkin again.

The road ahead was blocked by everyone, so Ling Xiao and his party had to stand here and wait for the ceremony to end.

It was difficult to pray for the rain. A group of powerful men dragged their waist drums and kept beating, but after a long time of beating, no drop of rain fell. It seemed that God could not hear their prayers.

Half an hour passed, and the sun was so hot that people almost fainted from the sun.

Jun He was also very hot, and his plain little face was even more flushed from the sun.

The tip of his nose was sweating. Seeing Ling Xiao, he quickly loosened the tie on his cuffs, and held the sleeves to cover him from the sun.

Staring at the appearance of Xiaolancao Jing who was about to burn out, Ling Xiao said, "Don't you feel lively this time?"

Jun He was so sunburned that his whole body was weak, and he leaned against Ling Xiao disgruntled.

"Oh, Jun He, Jun He is so hot."

Ling Xiao who was being leaned on was as immobile as a mountain, and he tortured himself in his heart why he wanted to take Junhe out of the mountain.

There was no cloud in the sky, and just as everyone was about to put down their waist drums, a short figure suddenly ran out and stood in front of the altar where the Dragon King was sacrificed.

In a moment, the old sorcerer who did the ritual rushed down to him.

"Go, kid, don't make trouble! Whose child is this? Take it away, take it away!"

In front of everyone, Fugui calmly put his gray cloth bag on the sacrificial table, and took out the contents in an orderly manner.

A piece of unpainted talisman paper, a small pot of cinnabar, and three or two pieces of five emperors' coins are placed in the turtle shell.

"Hey, kid, what are you going to do? Don't annoy God and the Dragon King, go and go!"

The old mage chased him away again, with a bad face, for fear of offending the gods in the sky.

It's a pity that Fugui just grabbed the pen on the altar and wrote the talisman on the talisman paper with cinnabar.

The drummer stopped and stood there looking at each other.

Look at the children who are not as high as the sacrificial platform, making trouble here.

"Thunder, rain and dew are all blessings from heaven." Fugui said.

After writing the talisman in his hand, he bowed towards the east, and after three bows, he put the talisman paper, which was as light as duckweed, into the brazier on the sacrificial altar while chanting words.

"Taishang Laojun has a spirit, haste like a law, rain like a blessing, do strange things and don't make noise..."

While speaking, he picked up the tortoise shell and the five emperors' money, shaking his hands.

The appearance of this young boy chanting formulas and incantations frightened the common people who watched the excitement.

"Brother, what is he doing?"

Jun He asked, grabbing Ling Xiao's sleeves covering his head with both hands.

Ling Xiao took out the faded handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped the tip of Jun He's delicate nose.

"I don't know, let's see."

The talisman paper in the brazier was burned to ashes, and the cinnabar was gone.

Fugui held the brazier and told the old mage next to him, "Scatter the ashes into the river outside the town, go now."

"Here, where did you learn the spell? Can you really ask the Dragon Lord?" The old mage tremblingly said.

The native who was standing at the bottom believed in Fugui, the demigod who begged for rain.

Ignoring the gazes of the crowd, he ran to the side of the altar with two sharp axes and took a closer look.

The mage hurriedly found a nimble little apprentice, and told him not to scatter scattered ashes on the road.

The common people in the audience were dumbfounded, they stood under the scorching sun and waited for the Dragon Lord to open his eyes.

Fugui closed his eyes and sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, chanting endlessly.

The sun in the sky did not change, and finally some people began to question wealth.

He yelled to let this brat come down, if it doesn't rain this year, it must be this messy brat who offended the Rain God.

The crowd also agreed, and then those few brave men piously kowtowed every ten steps and nine times, intending to respectfully climb up the sacrificial altar and pull down the wealth.

Fugui refused to open his eyes no matter how chaotic the outside world was, and waited quietly for his family heirloom spell to manifest.

Ling Xiao and the others stood watching from a distance, and in a daze, he even began to believe what Fu Gui said.

Everything is true, they may really be brothers born from the same root, wealth and honor can divination the stars and the moon, and they can also ask for rain, everything is a secret.

"It's so hot." Jun He leaned on Ling Xiao as if he had no bones and complained.

But suddenly, the sky turned gloomy.

In an instant, dark clouds covered the place, and it was nearly an hour since the little apprentice at the end of the brazier arrived at the river outside the town.

The common people believe that wealth is really able to talk to Lord Dragon.

Fugui, who closed his eyes and chanted a mantra to pray for rain, finally opened his eyes, and jumped off the platform with one hand.

There was only a loud noise in the sky, "Crack!" A thunderstorm struck down, and everyone was overjoyed.

The dripping rain suddenly fell like pillars, and none of the people on the road could hide from the rain.

They celebrated the arrival of this precious golden rain, shouting that the Dragon Lord had appeared.

No one pursued Fugui, a short "hair boy".

Ling Xiao and the others also exclaimed, finally believing what Fu Gui said.

After all, it can be seen with one's own eyes, it is really rich and honor begging for rain.

The crops outside the town are raining after a long drought, and the roots of the trees entrenched in the ground compete to absorb the full rain, a blessing from heaven.

Fugui walked down wearing a melon skin hat, and walked up to Ling Xiao and the others.

He stood still and said, "Now you should always believe that what I say is true."

Tu Sheng came in from behind, and put his big hand on top of Fu Gui's head, touching the wet hat with his palm.

"I see the festivities under the heavy rain, why don't we follow them to play the drums!" He shouted joyfully in the rain.

Jun He has long been attracted by those dancers with waist drums, and when he heard what Tu Sheng said, he wanted to drag Ling Xiao into the crowd of people.

Qing Shui didn't want to get involved in this meaningless excitement, but he followed behind and joined them.

They begged for rain because of wealth, and the big guy gave each of them a snare drum.

Tusheng was having a good time, and after a few slaps on the drum with his big palm, he slapped a hole in the small drum.

Qing Shui stood behind him, hugging his waist and laughing at him, Tu Sheng blushed suddenly.

Seeing that no one was looking at him, he put the waist drum on the ground on his own initiative, and kicked it aside like a stone.

Ling Xiao held Junhe's snare drum and tied it around his waist.

He tapped the drum lightly with his two little hands, making a sound he had never heard before, and had a great time playing.

In the end, everyone was drowned. They walked half a mile forward, and there was a cave at the foot of the mountain.

He hurried in and built a fire inside to keep warm.

Fortunately, the body was not completely drenched, and the clothes inside were still dry, so he wouldn't be embarrassed to be naked by the fire.

Eating became a problem, and the native was born hungry with his chest stuck to his back, and finally came out of the cave in the heavy rain.

The rain hadn't stopped yet, Ling Xiao leaned on the rock wall of the cave and asked Fu Gui if he knew when the rain would stop.

Fugui was lying on a big rock, and quietly said two days later.

Leaning to the side, Qing Shui laughed with the foxtail in his mouth, the bumpkin was going to be drenched enough this time.

Not long after, Tusheng came in with a dying goat on his shoulders.

The dry firewood was chopped up by Tusheng with a hatchet, and a fire was lit to roast the lamb. Jun He tasted the taste of lamb for the first time.

It was raining non-stop outside, so they stayed in this empty cave, ate and slept for two days, relying on the fat sheep to satisfy their hunger.

Two days later, when the heavy rain was about to stop, Ling Xiao took them on the road, and the sun was shining brightly after not walking for long.

Passing by the mountain gorge with high rock walls on both sides, the vigilant Ling Xiao felt the murderous aura of the sword.

Not long after, nimble figures jumped down from the trees and bushes on both sides of the gorge.

For a while, Jun He and the others were surrounded in front of and behind him, and Ling Xiao immediately protected Jun He behind him.

The wind was raging, and before he drew his sword, he wanted to fight against a hundred with his bare hands.

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