We are all reborn, let's practice dual cultivation with Master first

Walking in the town, everyone coming and going is in a hurry.

Most of the pedestrians looked worried and just looked down at the road.

When they saw Qin Hao and a few other men dressed in unusual clothes, they just glanced at them quickly and then continued to leave quickly, as if they were fleeing a famine.

As they walked on the road, none of them spoke much.

In the restaurant next to the street, near the window, two men in black wearing bamboo hats were watching Situ and his four companions below.

The man in black sitting to the south asked, "Why, did you see someone you know?"

The voice was somewhat feminine, even a little cold, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

The person opposite did not speak, but just put down the wine cup in his hand and silently looked at the four people below.

Below, Lin Miaoyun, who was walking on the road, suddenly stopped and looked towards the restaurant behind her.

Qin Hao did the same thing.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Tao asked in confusion.

Qin Hao and Lin Miaoyun did not answer immediately. Instead, they stared at the empty window for a moment before saying in unison, "Nothing."

Xiao Tao was a little confused, but didn't ask any further questions.

The four continued to head north.

In the evening, the four finally left the town and came to the Cangshui River outside.

Looking at the large area of ​​exposed riverbed, both the master and the disciple had solemn expressions.

The water level has dropped so much, I'm afraid the severity of the situation is far beyond imagination.

It is a drought now, and according to previous intelligence, it will soon rain continuously, followed by floods.

No wonder the nearby residents looked like that.

This kind of situation would make even ordinary people, let alone cultivators, feel their scalps tingling.

Add to that the occasional attacks from monsters, and it’s a living environment that would make even a dog shake his head.

After observing for a long time, Qin Hao finally said, "Let's go upstream and take a look tomorrow."

Lin Miaoyun nodded and said, "That's the only way."

……

The next day, Qin Hao took his two junior sisters and went upstream of Cangshui River.

As for Lin Miaoyun, she had originally planned to go there, but she had a lot of things to be responsible for, so she had to let Qin Hao investigate the situation first.

Going up the riverbed, Qin Hao and others actually saw many nearby villagers in twos and threes on the road.

After asking, I learned that they were going there to offer sacrifices to the Dragon King.

After talking with his fellow villager for a few more sentences, Qin Hao finally had a rough idea of ​​what this so-called Dragon King was.

It is said that there is a dragon in the "Qianshan Lake" at the foot of the "Qingcang Mountain" in the Hengduan Mountains, the source of the Cang River.

According to legend, this dragon is a Jiao that has not yet transformed into a true dragon, and is named "Cang Ming Long Zun".

He is in charge of the water veins here, and brings clouds and rain to the area of ​​thousands of miles, bringing blessings to all directions.

Ever since the legend of this dragon came into being, the area within hundreds of miles has enjoyed good weather and good harvests for thousands of years.

In order to express their gratitude to Long Zun, the nearby residents built a temple for him on the shore of Qianshan Lake and enjoyed the incense and offerings from the world.

This has been the case for hundreds of years.

Not many people have actually seen Cangming Dragon Lord, but the residents nearby believe it without a doubt.

In the past two years, the weather has been extreme and villagers have heard roars coming from the lake. The simple residents naturally thought that the Dragon Lord was angry.

Dozens of sacrifices were performed in succession.

But after several sacrifices, the weather did not improve at all, but became more extreme.

Many residents couldn't stand it and left the place.

Most of those who still hold on to a glimmer of hope are unable to leave or cannot give up this land.

Qin Hao fell into deep thought.

Generally speaking, in the world of immortal cultivation, many legends are not groundless.

I'm afraid there really is a dragon here.

Even if it is not a real dragon, it may be a powerful monster.

Among the demon race, there are indeed many powerful demon cultivators who will bless the people and then enjoy incense and offerings.

This is certainly not because the demons are kind, but because doing so is beneficial to cultivation.

The human race is the protagonist of heaven and earth and is favored by heaven and earth.

As a reward for protecting the human race, when the monsters are transforming or breaking through, the lightning disasters they suffer will be much weaker if they are blessed by the human race's incense and faith.

So it's a mutually beneficial thing.

Many places also accept this form by default.

If there really is a dragon in Qianshan Lake, this is most likely the case.

Since he had no clue at the moment, Qin Hao naturally had to go and take a look.

Qianshan Lake is not far from Canghe Town, and it will be there in about quarter of an hour.

Qianshan Lake is very large and roughly oval in shape.

The distance is probably more than thirty miles.

There are many small islands in the lake, and the water networks between the islands are dense.

The most special thing is the waterfall across the mountains on the other side.

On the opposite side is the last section of the Hengduan Mountains. Water flows down the stepped hills, falls into Qianshan Lake, and raises large clouds of water mist.

The mist spread to other parts of Qianshan Lake, making the mountains hazy and adding a touch of mystery.

The temple dedicated to the water dragon is located on a small island in the lake closest to the shore.

After walking through the lake corridor connecting the shore and the hill, everyone arrived under the temple.

At this time, many villagers had gathered outside the temple.

However, the villagers' behavior was different from what we imagined.

Instead of kneeling down and kicking the ball piously, they moved the statue of the Dragon King outside and beat it with willow branches.

Qin Hao frowned. This was different from what he had imagined.

Qin Hao walked forward with doubts and listened to the whispers of the villagers around him. Only then did he roughly understand what was going on.

"Master Li, is this really feasible?"

Among the villagers, an elderly man who looked respectable asked, and there seemed to be a lot of worry in his tone.

In the crowd, a middle-aged man with an immortal look spoke up and said, "If Mr. Song doesn't believe it, you can move the evil dragon statue back and continue to burn incense and worship it to see if the drought and flood will stop!"

The middle-aged man said this with a look of confidence.

Upon hearing this, the elder named Mr. Song frowned and looked very conflicted.

The surrounding villagers had the same expression.

There was silence, seriousness, and some people even had happy expressions on their faces.

"But Elder Long Zun..."

Mr. Song still seemed unable to accept this approach.

However, before Mr. Song could finish his words, several villagers nearby started to become hysterical.

"Alas - Elder Song, if worshipping is useful, it would have worked long ago. Aren't we burning incense enough to worship?!"

"That's right! If it weren't for this Dragon Lord, how could my daughter and wife be washed away by the flood? She was only four years old—"

"That's right. If it hadn't caused the drought, my mother wouldn't have starved to death. She should have been exposed to the sun for a while!"

Seeing this, Old Song was stunned for a long time, and finally he let out a long sigh and said no more.

The man called Master Li smiled slightly and then continued to perform his ritual.

Qin Hao frowned as he watched the man named Li Xianshi performing a shaman-like act.

Those talismans and movements seem to be random, and none of them has anything to do with rain or anything like that.

Isn't this bullying the honest person?

Besides, this is the territory of the Yuxu Sect. If you act like a ghost here, isn't that a slap in the face of the Yuxu Sect?

Qin Hao would never agree.

Therefore, he immediately stepped forward and said, "Stop!"

The villagers who were taking turns whipping the statue of the Dragon Lord paused and looked in the direction of Qin Hao in search of the sound.

When the villagers saw that Qin Hao was not dressed like an ordinary person, they looked at each other, and no one spoke first.

"Who are you?" Finally, it was Master Li who spoke, with a hostile expression on his face.

Qin Hao did not answer, but asked: "Who are you?"

……

At the same time, a green figure emerged from the dense forest outside the temple and watched silently.