MTL - Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire-Chapter 554 【Prayer for rain】

  Chapter 554 [The person who prays for rain]

   Fang Chang had read the contents of this letter just now.

  The letter was written between two cultivators, and it seems that because of their low cultivation, they did not master the spell of long-distance transmission.

But the person who sent the letter encountered a tiger spirit on the way, and unfortunately died here. If Fang Chang hadn't taken action to exterminate this tiger spirit, this letter might not have a chance to see the sun until the rain prayer is over. Considering the envelope letter The material is very ordinary, and it may have dissipated due to moisture or ravages by then.

  The name of the person who wrote the letter was Liu Ming, and the content of the letter was very rich.

  This cultivator named Liu Ming told his friend in the letter that he set off to the arid land in the northwest to look for fellow practitioners, and he got a few seemingly effective ways of praying for rain. However, due to the drought in the northwest, the demand for this kind of magic ceremony is much greater than that in the Central Plains, Jiangnan, Donghai and other places.

  He wrote to his friends in this state about these methods of praying for rain, hoping that he would hurry up and try these methods. If they are effective, it will prove that his trip is worthwhile. In the end, Liu Ming said in the letter that he still needs to visit more places and more people to find more effective ways to pray for rain.

   Fang Chang looked at the several methods of praying for rain mentioned in the letter, and one or two were quite effective. So after thinking about it for a while, he decided to be the messenger himself and send the letter to where it should go.

  When Fang Chang was traveling around the world, he had never been here before, so he went out of the mountain, found a place where people lived together, or found a few people to ask the way, and then decided on the next direction. The scene along the way is quite different from the general Antai situation in other places in the world.

  The earth is dry and cracked, the seedlings are withered, the vegetation is haggard, and there is not much moisture in the air. In the surrounding villages, towns and cities, although the people are not hungry, they all look worried. Even innocent children, because of the influence of adults, have become much quieter and are no longer as lively as before. Poultry and livestock are even weaker due to lack of care and care.

  In the chats of common people that I often hear along the way. The most common topic is rain. Sometimes when a few thin clouds float by chance from the sky, the people who are full of expectations will stare at it with anticipation for a long time. And when the clouds were blown away by the wind, all that was left was cursing and unwilling moans.

  It seems that the prolonged drought has left deep scars on the people in this area. Perhaps this sad experience will be closely accompanied by a whole generation and become their deepest memory of these years.

  The officials in the city, apart from trying their best to coordinate more relief, devoted their main energy to the rain praying ceremony.

  At this point, ordinary self-help methods are no longer effective. After all, no matter whether it is the state capital or the people, there is a lack of food storage. Moreover, in addition to requiring a lot of food, manpower and material resources, the construction of water conservancy also consumes a lot of time, and it is already too late.

Now the officials and people in the state need and look forward to a heavy rain, a soaking rain, a rain that can saturate the soil, and a rain that can keep everyone's harvest this year—as long as there is food , there is still hope in life.

  But Fang Chang did some calculations and couldn't help but shake his head silently in his heart: The heavy rain that the people are looking forward to will not come down until this time next year.

  Now is a time of peace, and the guards in the state capital are not strict.

The place where the letter in Fang Chang’s arms needs to be sent is next to the state government office. I heard that it has been working well over the years, effectively maintaining the relationship between the two races in the mortal world.

   "What's your business here?" Walking to the door, the guard at the door said.

   "I'm here to look for someone, someone asked me to send a letter to the same bachelor." Fang Chang said, and showed the envelope.

"Please wait a moment, wait for me to report." As he spoke, the guard who spoke to Fang Chang at the door asked his companion to guard the door, went in to report by himself, and then quickly ran out and said, "Please come in, Your Excellency. The bachelor is already waiting inside, just go directly to the front hall."

  Fang Chang stepped into the door and looked at the situation inside.

  Here is the "office place" of these practitioners. It is said to be an office place. In fact, there are not even a desk in these rooms. Instead, there are some futons, like a well-arranged practice place.

  Bachelor Feng looks very young, and his cultivation level is not high.

  He treated Fang Chang as an ordinary person, greeted him at the entrance of the front hall, and poured him a cup of tea.

  Then, Feng Tong sat on the chair next to him, and the other party said:

   "Next is the letter. I heard that Mr. brought a letter for me?"

   "Exactly."

  Fang Chang nodded, took out the letter from his pocket, and handed it up.

Feng Tong took it with both hands, seeing that the sealant on the envelope had been cracked, he felt a little doubtful, so he didn't rush to read the contents of the letter, but said to Fang Chang: "Thank you, sir, for sending this letter. I have a good relationship with my brother Liu Ming." I haven't contacted you for a while, and I don't know about this letter, but my younger brother Liu Ming personally asked you to bring it over?"

"That's not true." Fang Chang said, "I don't know Liu Ming. I got this letter from a tiger's lair in Qiming Mountain to the east. Seeing that the contents inside were important, I made a trip to deliver it. Come on. The tiger has been doing evil in the local area, biting and eating many people, and the real messenger should have been buried in the tiger's mouth."

  Feng Tong was very surprised: "There is such a thing? It seems that the local yamen failed in their duties."

  Fang Chang shook his head again and said: "This tiger has become a spirit, and it cannot be handled by the ordinary hunting team formed by the Yamen."

"Ah, this!" Feng Tong hissed deeply, and said, "Then this should be our duty, but in the past few years, our energy has been hindered by the drought, and we have failed in our work. Blame, I missed this tiger spirit."

  But right away, he realized that since the person on the opposite side could kill the tiger spirit, he was naturally not a mortal, so he turned his eyes to Fang Chang. Then Feng Tong felt that he was looking up at a high mountain, and the cultivation level of the person in front of him was like a vast sea of ​​stars, unfathomable, which made him look shocked.

  So Feng Tong left his seat, met again with the junior ceremony, and then thanked him again for the matter in the letter, and kindly invited Fang Chang to stay in the state capital and pray for rain together.

  Fang Chang thought for a while, and responded: "Well, that's fine, let me see what you guys do next."

Seeing Fang Chang agreeing, Feng Tong was overjoyed: "In the letter sent by my younger brother Liu Ming, there are a lot of refreshing rain prayer ceremonies, so I just try them one by one. If the senior is willing to help, the chance of success will come again." It's a few percent bigger."

  (end of this chapter)