Liaozhai Great Sage

Chapter 162

Although fate is invisible to ordinary people, it is a measure of the value of a mortal to ghosts.

Your life is so precious that even immortals and Buddhas dare not bully you.

If your fate is low, even a roadside kid would dare to confuse you and tease you.

Now the people in the huts are all scholars, at the childbirth level, no matter what their moral character is, at least their fate will not be too low, and if their fate is too low, they will not have fame.

The conceited scholar who had been dumped with cow dung was full of confidence at the moment. Seeing that Ning Caichen failed to get off the pagoda, he took the sacrificial offering and volunteered to go up.

After a while, the scholar had already reached the top of the temple.

Because half of the top of the pagoda was demolished, the storm poured into the pagoda as soon as it reached the top, and the water on the top made it difficult for ordinary people without the strength to restrain a chicken to stand firm.

This scholar was full of confidence before, but when he reached the top of the treasure temple, he was blown by the violent wind and rain, and his feet were unsteady. When he saw the ground standing at a height of nearly twenty feet, his face paled in fright, his whole body trembled, and he couldn't even stand in battle. When he was stable, he knelt down on the ground with a plop.

"How could it be? Why did he kneel down on the ground in such a good manner."

Some scholars looked up and couldn't help being puzzled when they saw the actions of this scholar.

"It's windy and rainy on the top of the treasure temple, I'm afraid it's not stable, but these are trivial matters, let's see how this brother burns the sacrificial rites and prays to the Dragon King."

There are also some children who are more understanding and don't mean to blame.

Li Xiuyuan's expression suddenly changed at this moment, he saw a faint figure of a flood dragon wandering in the dark clouds above the treasure temple, and the violent storm around him seemed to be even more violent.

"Master Zhifu, I'm afraid this is not a good thing. This scholar's fate is not enough to support him to have a conversation with the Dragon King of Wujiang River. It will be dangerous for him to stay up there. Lord Zhifu quickly sent someone to tell him to come down." He walked a few steps, He cupped his hands to the magistrate and said.

Although he hated this scholar very much, it was just a quarrel. With Wujiang Dragon King's overbearing, this scholar's fate is not enough, and his fortune is shallow. His fate is definitely much worse than that of Ning Caichen. If he fails, he may even die.

The magistrate frowned and said: "Now is the critical moment, how can we call a stop halfway, hurry up and urge him, quickly burn the sacrificial text, and pray to the Dragon King."

Even if an officer opened his mouth and shouted, urging the scholar to burn the sacrificial text, don't waste time.

At this moment, the cow dung scholar was kneeling on the top of the pagoda, trembling all over, feeling fear and fear in his heart, suffering unspeakably.

He thought that he would be able to come down after burning a sacrificial oration on this altar. He had nothing else to do. How could he know that the wind and rain here are so strong that even people would be swept away. How dare he stand up.

But the people below are urging again, it is difficult to ride a tiger right now, if you can't do it, you have to do it.

Immediately, the scholar gritted his teeth, stood up tremblingly leaning against the wall, and then took out the sacrificial text from his bosom.

But the moment he just stood up, a strange gust of wind swept over his body, and the upstairs was wet and slippery, he exclaimed suddenly, and his figure flew out uncontrollably.

"Ah~!"

There was a scream, and the scholar fell down from the top floor of the nearly twenty-foot-tall pagoda. With the scream, he fell to the nearby muddy ground with a loud bang, and the blood accompanied by The rain splashed far away.

Fall, fall to death?
This scene happened very quickly, and many people didn't even react in a hurry. At this moment, seeing the scholar fell to the ground and died tragically, his face turned pale and his heart beat wildly.

The Xiucai and Tongshengmen in the audience were all silent, they didn't say anything, the surrounding was quiet, and even the magistrate trembled all over, as if the person who fell to the ground just now was not a scholar but him.

"It really happened."

Li Xiuyuan closed his eyes, not wanting to watch that tragic scene.

This scholar's fate is obviously lower than Ning Caichen's. It's right to think about it carefully. This scholar was humiliated when he first came here. How high is such a man's fate?
The audience was silent for a while.

"Boom~!"

Suddenly, a thunder blasted from the dark clouds, and then a bolt of lightning struck down on the altar on the top of the pagoda, splitting the altar and the tribute in an instant, and falling directly from the pagoda When he fell down, he fell to the ground like that scholar and turned into pieces all over the ground.

"Why, why even the altar was destroyed, is there really no way to appease the anger of the Dragon King of Wujiang?"

The magistrate's eyelids twitched at this moment, and he wanted to cry without tears.

He felt that his position as the magistrate was coming to an end, and when the flood hit him all his life, he would be finished.

"Who, who else is going to worship on the stage to appease the dragon king's anger." The magistrate jumped up in a hurry, urging the scholars on the left and right.

This is the last solution left by the old Master Jijiu, if it doesn't work, then there is really nothing to do.

But at this moment, the scholars around him all looked evasive, they didn't have the righteous indignation and eager impulse before, some only flinched and feared.

At this time, the scholar door just remembered the meaning of what the old man said before Jijiu, why only people with high fate can go up to the altar to worship, the real reason for feelings is that only people with high fate can go up to live If it comes down, people with insufficient fate may die on it.

What brilliant literary talent and extraordinary talent are all fake, so don't read this at all.

Is the scholar who died just now not good at writing?

But just when he stood up on the altar, he was blown off the pagoda by the wind, fell to pieces, and the body was still lying there.

Moreover, the wind that blows down the scholar is extremely weird, as if someone is pushing you from behind, and you can fall so far away, this is how stupid people know, this is the Dragon King getting angry, not an accident.

What's more, no one here is stupid.

At this moment, when the prefect opened his mouth, none of the scholars responded. They just wanted to tear up the sacrificial text in their sleeves immediately, so as not to be called by the prefect.

"What's the matter, why are all of you talking, your sacrificial oracle just now is the third among the crowd, you go up to burn the sacrificial oracle and worship the Dragon King?" Suddenly, the magistrate pointed to a boy and said.

The boy's face was suddenly frightened, his face broke out in cold sweat, and his whole body trembled, but he didn't know how to respond.

He thought this was an opportunity to show off his literary talents and become famous, but he didn't know that it would threaten his life.

With this lesson learned from the past, he still dared to show his face.

But the magistrate had to respond to the roll call, and it would be even more embarrassing if he shirked it. Immediately, the scholar let out a ouch, clutching his stomach and saying, "Xiaosheng's stomach hurts so much. I'm afraid Xiaosheng is seriously ill. I feel so uncomfortable now. Xiaosheng is going to see the doctor"

"." Everyone looked at him strangely.

"Go to hell, you trash."

The magistrate was furious and kicked the scholar.

The scholar fell to the ground and didn't get up, and continued to wail; "Xiaosheng really hurts, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."

"Take this trash down, and I will revoke his reputation." The magistrate's face was particularly ugly.

Hearing this, the scholar who pretended to be dead stood up again and said solemnly: "Master Zhifu, Xiaosheng's illness is all right now, please wait a moment, Master Zhifu, Xiaosheng will go up to the treasure temple and burn the sacrificial texts to sacrifice Worship the Dragon King."

"Don't force it." The magistrate gritted his teeth and said.

The scholar said righteously: "Never force it, this is a just act, a hundred deaths without regret."

"Very good, then I'll let you try." The magistrate's expression calmed down just now.

Immediately, the scholar strode towards the pagoda with a heroic attitude, his wide sleeves fluttered, looking very chic.

But before he had gone far, he saw something flying out of the sleeves he was flicking left and right.

"Brother, please stay a little longer, your sacrificial oration seems to have been dropped." Someone reminded suddenly.

"Is it?"

The scholar was shocked, and hurriedly looked around, and saw that the sacrificial text fell into the rain, and immediately said with grief and indignation: "It seems that Xiaosheng's fate is too shallow, and he can't even enter the gate of the treasure temple. It is God's will, God's will." ah."

"God's will, you trash still dare to talk nonsense here. I really think I'm blind. It's clear that you threw out the sacrificial text on purpose."

The magistrate was so furious at this time, rushing out of the thatched cottage was like beating the scholar violently.

"My lord, please calm down. It's raining heavily outside, and there will be thunder and lightning. My lord, don't leave the hut." The guards on the left and right hurriedly grabbed the magistrate.

The prefect roared angrily; "I must get rid of this trash's reputation, I must."

The scholar picked up the sacrificial text on the ground and ran away in fright, only praying that there are many scholars here, and the magistrate doesn't know his name, so he can't change his fame.

"Who else, who else is willing to go to the temple again?" The prefect shouted at the other scholars when he saw the trash run away.

The other scholars still dodged left and right, but no one responded.

"After all, this trip is unavoidable, but it's okay, sooner or later, I have to meet the Dragon King of Wujiang, maybe today."

Li Xiuyuan sighed in his heart, stood up at this moment and said, "My lord, let me go."

Seeing that there was no answer, the magistrate wanted to yell at him, but when he saw a scholar walking out, he immediately swallowed his words, and then looked at him suspiciously, but saw that this person was tall, handsome, and an ordinary scholar. Different, there is no fear in the eyes, and the anger in the heart has just calmed down a lot.

"You go? I don't seem to have seen the sacrificial oration you wrote."

Li Xiuyuan said: "Why do you need to offer sacrifices? The Dragon King will show up when you are ready."

"Okay, I'll let you have a try." The magistrate nodded, anyway, he didn't go up to the altar by himself, so let him go.

Li Xiuyuan didn't say much, he just gave a salute and walked towards Baocha with big strides.

"Brother Li, be careful, it's windy and rainy up there." Ning Caichen shouted.

"Don't worry, Guorong, I'm fine." Li Xiuyuan said.

"." Ning Caichen said, "My name is not Guorong, but Xiaosheng's is Ning Caichen."

"Don't worry about such small details." Li Xiuyuan smiled, and disappeared into the treasure temple very quickly.

(End of this chapter)