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

The next day.

Many Yuxu Sect disciples came to Qianshan Lake and conducted a carpet search.

At the same time, inside the Longzun Temple, it seemed a bit noisy.

"Master Li, you must not do this!" Old Song trembled and pleaded.

Standing in the middle was Li Daxian who escaped yesterday.

Li Daxian regained his confident and calm demeanor and sneered, "Haha~ Old Song, you wouldn't take the words of that Yuxu Sect disciple seriously, right?"

"I..." Old Man Song didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Li Daxian looked at everyone in the hall with pride and said sarcastically, "The Yuxu Sect has been here for a year or so. If they really had a way, they would have solved it long ago. Why wait until now!"

"This……"

"What he said does make sense..."

"Alas... It's not that I don't believe in Yuxu Sect, but if it goes on any longer..."

The people in the hall were whispering to each other, with a look of unrelieved sadness on their faces.

Seeing this, Li Daxian became even more proud and said even louder, "In my opinion, they are just a bunch of hypocritical hypocrites. They can't solve the problem themselves, and they don't allow others to solve it, for fear that their sect's prestige here will be hit!"

Li Daxian's highly inflammatory words instantly caused the villagers to explode.

"Probably not..."

"Who knows? These high and mighty immortals care most about their appearance..."

"That's right. They can do anything to save face..."

After all, the Yuxu Sect has been rooted here for hundreds of years and has a good reputation. Some people still believe in the Yuxu Sect.

However, those who had lost their wives and children in the natural disaster were extremely emotionally unstable. They seemed to have found an outlet for their emotions and began to make malicious speculations.

The villagers, who were already exhausted, gradually became doubtful after venting their negative emotions.

Seeing that his words worked, Li Daxian raised his lips into a smug smile.

Seeing that his fellow villagers were all very angry, Mr. Song could only sigh helplessly, turned around and left the temple.

Old Song walked out of the temple, staring at the gloomy sky with cloudy eyes. He felt an inexplicable sense of sadness in his heart. After a while, he murmured, "Lord Longzun, I am so incompetent that I can't even..."

Meanwhile, inside the temple hall.

Li Daxian continued his brainwashing: "As I said, our human race is the protagonist of heaven and earth, the descendants of Pangu, and we have a noble status. Why should we be servile to a long worm? The more we humble ourselves, the more this evil beast will think that our human race is easy to bully. Especially so, it is better to let it know that our human race also has "reverse scales"!"

After hearing what Li Daxian said, some people's eyes gradually became determined.

Most of these people are young men.

As for the rest of the people, especially the older ones, most of them had expressions of doubt on their faces.

However, there were too many people who recognized Li Daxian and they could do nothing about it.

At this time, an old man in the crowd stepped forward, handed over three incense sticks, and said, "Master, please light some incense and pray for rain!"

"Snapped--"

Li Daxian glanced at the old man with disdain, and immediately slapped the incense out of the old man's hand.

"what?!"

Everyone in the hall looked surprised.

Originally, Li Daxian only said that the statue should be taken out and whipped, but what does he mean now?

Li Daxian crossed his arms over his chest and pointed directly at the statue of the Dragon King and began to question him.

"Dragon King, what kind of Dragon King are you? What do you control?"

Seeing Li Daxian's blasphemous behavior, everyone was horrified and gasped.

However, Li Daxian became even more aggressive and started cursing at the statue while pointing at it.

"The Dragon King is responsible for the good weather and the peace and prosperity of the country. You are such a little cutie that it hasn't rained for more than a month, causing the crops to not grow and the people to cry for their parents. And you are so cute and sit there in a high position, wearing a fur coat and acting like a foreigner! What kind of Dragon King are you? You are the Deaf King!"

After cursing in one breath, Li Daxian retracted his pointing hand, took a step back, took a breath, and then retreated tactically, threatening: "I love your uncle and I tell you, if it doesn't rain within three days, I will set up a big formation here, draw the divine thunder, and bombard you, you bastard. If you don't believe me, we'll see!"

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving behind a group of stunned villagers.

At the same time, Master Li, who strode out of the door, saw Old Man Song kneeling on the ground, saying some incomprehensible words.

"Lord Longzun, please take me away... I have always wanted to see you again..."

At this time, Old Man Song was in tears, with a mixture of joy and loss on his face.

Master Li narrowed his eyes slightly and was about to step forward and do something.

However, at this time, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

"Humph……"

Master Li paused, snorted coldly, and left quickly.

At this time, the villagers in the hall came out and saw the drizzle in the sky, and they all showed surprised expressions.

"It's raining - it's finally raining, everyone come out and see!"

"It's really raining. As expected of Master Li..."

"Master, may the Immortal bless you——"

At this time, the villagers no longer cared about what Li Daxian had just done. They just knelt on the ground and prayed in tears of joy.

At this time, Elder Song ran over and said excitedly: "Yes...it was Lord Long Zun who appeared. I just saw it!"

When the villagers heard what Old Song said, they all looked puzzled.

"I saw it, it's Dragon Lord, the old man has shown up!" Old Song said breathlessly but still with an anxious look on his face.

The villagers were silent for a while, and finally one of them stepped forward and frowned, saying, "Mr. Song, although we all respect you, you can't talk nonsense!"

Old Song was startled, then he argued excitedly: "I am not talking nonsense, I saw Long Zun, it was just on the roof of the temple, Lord Long Zun saved my life, I definitely can't be wrong!"

After hearing what Mr. Song said so absolutely, many people began to doubt Master Li again.

But at this time, another man stepped forward and said very rudely: "Come on, this is obviously the work of Master Li. If Master Li hadn't helped, how could the evil dragon send down the rain? Old Song, don't attribute the credit to the dragon just because it rains!"

"No..." Mr. Song wanted to argue.

But at this time, an old man came forward, grabbed him, and whispered something in his ear.

After knowing what Li Daxian had done, Old Song felt like he had been struck by a bolt from the blue. His legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

"No... No... It shouldn't be like this..."

Old Song had a dazed look on his face and kept muttering to himself, as if he had fallen into a trance.

When others saw this, some sighed, while others sneered in disdain. The various aspects of human nature were clearly revealed at this moment.

The villagers calmed down and left in twos and threes.

Just being drenched by the rain, for some reason, they inexplicably felt a little sad.

……

At the same time, Qin Hao and his group who were heading towards Qianshan Lake stopped and looked up at the sky.

"It's raining?"

Qin Hao stretched out his hand, caught the raindrops, and frowned.

Lin Miaoyun also looked up for a moment, then retracted her gaze and said, "Let's go quickly, something might have happened."

Hearing this, everyone nodded and quickened their pace.

This rain came so strangely.

Moreover, this rain seems to contain some kind of inexplicable... emotion?