Under one person: Irritability is the head teacher, acting as the head of Longhu Mountain

Chapter 134 It was you, the old dragon king, who hit!
Ji Bochang took a look at the surrounding environment, one word: old!
too old!

It's like it was dragged from the previous era!
He rubbed his chin, feeling that it shouldn't be.

It is normal to build an old dragon king in the village, because it used to be dry all the year round, and it was still very feudal and superstitious. They thought it offended the old dragon king who was in charge of the rain department and made him angry, so he built a dragon king temple to pray for blessings and rain.

But now the country has even implemented artificial rainfall, so if there is a drought, a shot will do.

Logically speaking, unless the old dragon king is a local belief, otherwise, this dragon king statue will be gradually forgotten by people, and at most it will be free to clean and clean.

It's not as perfect as the dragon king statue in front of me!
"Um……"

is thinking.

Ji Bochang's heart skipped a beat, and he saw a figure emerge from the old Dragon King's stomach.

"Where is the evildoer!"

Ji Bo often shouted angrily.

He raised his fist and smashed towards the figure.

"Brother, have mercy! Brother, have mercy!"

Before the fist fell, the figure put his hands in front of him and begged for mercy loudly.

"A man?"

Ji Bochang scratched his head, how could someone hide under the old Dragon King's buttocks this late at night?
Are you doing something shady?
"It's a human being!!"

"what's your name?"

"The younger one's name is Wu Jian, brother, just call me Xiao Jian!"

Knowing that this person was Wu Jian, Ji Bochang stretched out five fingers, grabbed the person and dragged him outside.

By the moonlight, Ji Bochang could see Wu Jian's face clearly.

Four words: extremely ugly!

The whole face seemed to have been splashed with sulfuric acid. A strange sense of coordination appeared on that face. When people saw it, they couldn't help wanting to punch them.

"Yo, Taoist priests? Which sect?"

Ji Bochang raised his eyebrows. He found that Wu Jian was wearing a dusty old Taoist robe. The original bright color had dimmed, giving the first impression that it was dirty.

"The little one has no family and no sect..." Wu Jian seemed to be very afraid of strangers, and his eyes kept dodging: "The little one was adopted by a wild Taoist priest in the mountains since he was a child. After the wild Taoist died, the little one wandered on the streets, begging for a living. Just now, the little one fell asleep under the Dragon King. It was my brother who insisted on knocking the old Dragon King with his fingers. I was awakened by the sound, and then I wanted to climb out to see who disturbed my dreams... Then..."

Oh, so it is like this~
It turned out that I was an orphan since I was a child...

Ji Bochang suddenly realized, and said again: "Are you from this village? I just came here today, tell me about the situation in this village."

Wu Jian shook his head, not wanting to speak.

Ji Bochang raised his fist.

Wu Jian was shocked, and quickly said: "This village was originally called Liushui Village, and it was a very prosperous village, because everyone has a harvest every year, and the men in the family are very good at working. All year round, not only can we eat enough, but also have surplus food...

But later, the devils launched a war, and the men in the village rushed out with big knives, leaving only some natal families to take care of the house and take care of their children. Later, the boys grew up, and at the age of fifteen or sixteen, they would carry guns and suppress cannons.

It's just that those boys never came back.

Later, the daughters also got married and did not come back to visit their mothers for many years.

The strange thing is that these old women also have a long life, and they can't die after living eight or ninety years old. Tsk tsk, they are still fantasizing that one day their children will come back to see themselves...

Harm~ In the past two years, the land has not been fertile, and the rainfall has decreased, but there have also been more insects. How can a group of 90-[-]-year-old old women have the strength to work?
As soon as the crops in the field are planted, the seeds will be eaten by insects. Some are lucky, before they grow up, they will be unable to survive due to drought... and other factors...

Poor! "

Wu Jian shook his head. He pointed to the front and said, "There used to be a small river over there, but it's dried up now. They have to weigh their sips of water now to weigh whether they have any more to drink..."

Wu Jian pointed to the statue of the Dragon King and the other households again, biting his teeth and shaking his head: "These people, when they get older, believe in such gods and Buddhas the most. All the old women in the village spent their savings to get a statue of the old Dragon King. They took out the best tributes from the family and wanted to ask for a heavy rain... But it turned out... tsk tsk tsk..."

Ji Bochang understood the next words, but he is not a god, so he can't control the weather.

What can be done, maybe pray to the old dragon king for blessings and rain with the old women?
Although Ji Bochang never believed in these things from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother, are you alright?" Wu Jian asked cautiously.

"let's go!"

Ji Bochang waved his hand impatiently.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Wu Jian nodded repeatedly, as if he was afraid that Ji Bochang would regret it.

Ji Bochang sighed and returned to the old woman's house. He sat down on the threshold and stared at the starry sky.

At this time, what would the master do if he was here?

To a artificial rainfall?
"Hehe~"

Ji Bochang chuckled, maybe the master really has that ability.

He leaned his head against the door frame, closed his eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

……

Early the next morning.

Ji Bochang was about to leave the village. He took out the only 200 yuan he had on his body, and put [-] of it in a place where the old woman would definitely see it on weekdays.

under the photo.

Clang!

Ji Bochang's hand accidentally touched an iron box.

The iron cover was separated from the box, and the contents inside were scattered all over the place.

It's just the usual gadgets.

It seems that I have treasured my favorite things when I was young.

There are wooden hairpins, Yuan Datou, hair clips, notes... oh, this note looks like a love letter?
Ji Bochang smiled and put it back into the iron box.

Close the lid and put it aside from the photo.

Ji Bochang was about to pack up and leave.

As soon as he went out, he heard Wu Jian's shouting that he was even older than a professional old magic stick.

"Come, come! Today is the day for the Dragon King to go to sea! Everyone, hurry up and offer your tribute, or else the Dragon King will see it and be full of joy. Give us this land, sneeze, spit! Give us the village! It's raining!"

Below, there are only a dozen or so old women in the audience.

The youngest is estimated to be 80 years old, and the oldest must be about [-] years old.

Ji Bochang frowned and walked over. He saw the old woman leaning on a cane, with a trembling hand trying to hand out the silver dollar in her hand.

Wu Jian had a smug look on his face, and the corners of his mouth were full of smiles. With Wu Jian's loud laughter, that extremely ugly face seemed to shake off a few pieces of rotten flesh.

"Bastard! What are you doing!"

Ji Bo often burst into laughter.

"Oh? Isn't this Xiongtai?"

Wu Jian suppressed his smile, looked at Ji Bochang, and said with a sneer, "You say I'm an animal? I'm not an animal. Do you know how long I spent doing this show these days? In order to give these old women the illusion of a son coming back, I acted like a cow...

What's wrong with taking a little money in the name of the Dragon King without hesitation?
Moreover, you see, there is a famine here, and the drought will not go away. Let them have a little faith and feel that they belong to each other, isn't it difficult?
Otherwise, 360 days and nights a year, squatting at the door like a fool? "

Ji Bochang trembled all over, and said coldly: "Who are you?"

"who am I?"

Wu Jian laughed loudly and said, "I am the Dragon King here!"

Wu Jian waved his hand and said loudly, "Hurry up, drive this person out. The reason why the Dragon King didn't come to summon the rain is because of this person!"

When the old women heard this, they felt like puppets, their steps trembling, and the crutches in their hands rubbed against each other, making a "click, click" sound. Their eyes were empty, and they approached Ji Bochang step by step.

"This... what's the situation?"

Ji Bochang's expression changed, and he quickly retreated behind him.

Although the old women were not fast, they followed closely.

"Dragon King?"

Ji Bochang looked at Wu Jian on the Dragon King statue, snorted coldly, stomped his footsteps, flew into the air, and punched Wu Jian in the face!
He is a stranger now!

"Dragon King? You say you are the Dragon King? You are a fucking Dragon King!"

bang bang bang! ! !
Ji Bochang rounded his fists and hit Wu Jian's face, body, and all over his body with one punch after another.

"You say you are the Dragon King? What are you in charge of?"

"The Dragon King cares about the good weather, the country is peaceful and the people are safe!"

"It's a must, you say you are the Dragon King, so it won't rain here for two or three months! These old ladies can't even drink water!"

"They already have a difficult life, so they're going to pay tribute!"

"You Dragon King, you are sitting in a pompous manner, pretending to be?"

"You don't even look at yourself, saying you are the Dragon King is insulting the Dragon King!!"

"Nima Bi, Nima Bi! I will go to Nima Bi!"

"You want to be the Dragon King, you stupid snake! I'll be your horse's head!"

"I'm hitting you with a big brain!"

Ji Bochang made a fist with the five fingers of his right hand, all the qi in his body gathered at one point, and slammed it down!
Vajra Fist!
boom! !

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Wu Jian cried bitterly.

One of his arms was directly smashed by Ji Bochang.

Not only that.

One eye of the Dragon King statue under Wu Jian was also smashed out!

Wu Jian laughed loudly and said: "You are finished! You are finished! You have angered the Dragon King! You will not have a good life for a few days!"

"Still stubborn! Still stubborn!"

Ji Bochang blew at his fist: "If I have faith, I will only believe in my fist!"

boom!
After finishing speaking, Ji Bo often punched him down!
Suddenly, Wu Jian's chest was smashed into a big hole!
And Ji Bochang smashed a big hole in the door of the Dragon King Statue.

"Hoohoo!!"

It hurts! ! !
Ji Bochang shook his sore fist, it was still difficult to smash the metal with his current physical body!

Ji Bochang turned over and jumped off the statue of the Dragon King, and those old women were no longer like puppets, and their originally cloudy and empty eyes became a little clearer.

"hey-hey!"

Ji Bochang touched his nose and laughed.

(End of this chapter)