Quickly wear a child: a beautiful woman with many children brings happiness

"The Imperial Master has come out!"

"Is this the Emperor's Master? I have actually seen the Emperor's Master in my lifetime."

"Master Imperial Master, please save us!"

Some people knelt down, and like dominoes, more and more people knelt down, their voices choked with sobs: "Please ask the Imperial Master to save us!"

Facing the kneeling of the crowd, Jiuli had a calm expression, without any ripples.

He glanced at the devout people in front of him and said calmly, "As Xuanyuan's national teacher, I should do my best to help everyone pray for rain and overcome the difficulties together."

As he finished speaking, he gently raised his hand, and an invisible force surged out from his hand, lifting up the people who were kneeling on the ground in worship.

Everyone felt a mysterious power and stood up straight involuntarily. Their faces were filled with awe and gratitude, and their respect for the Master in their hearts was even greater.

They said in unison: "Thank you, Master Imperial Master!"

Yun Yuan gently lifted the car curtain and looked out through the narrow gap. What she saw was where Jiuli was standing.

He stood quietly on the steps, looking down from above, his white clothes as white as snow, the sunlight just shining down from above his head, as if specially arranged by God, adding a touch of mysterious and holy glow to him, making him look dreamy and untainted by the slightest taint of this world.

It looked quite realistic. Yun Yuan let down the curtain. It was hard to imagine that such a person had just bitten her finger. Life was indeed like a play, and it all depended on acting skills.

The prefect was a man in his fifties, which was considered quite old for people in ancient times.

His back was a little hunched, and it was obvious that he often bent over and worked hard for the people. His eyes revealed a kind of firmness and wisdom, as if he was calm after experiencing countless storms.

However, no matter how calm he appeared, when he saw the Crown Prince and Jiuli coming, his voice was choked with excitement.

"We are saved. The people of Guimeng City are saved!"

Since the drought occurred, the people have experienced countless hardships and tortures. Even though relief food has been sent, it is still a drop in the bucket. Without water, they face the threat of death every day and their lives are extremely difficult.

Fortunately, he never gave up hope, and now, he finally saw the light.

The prefect was worried that the prince would blame him for not allowing the refugees to enter the city. Fortunately, Xuanyuan Chengyin did not care, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Xuanyuan Chengyin was well-informed and knew that although the prefect did not allow refugees to enter the city, it was to protect the people in the city. He had built a shelter outside the city and distributed porridge on a regular basis every day. He had done everything that should be done.

After the victims calmed down, Jiuli found a spot and provided free medical treatment to the sick.

He didn't need to take the patient's pulse when he treated them. He could tell what illness they had with just a glance. If the illness was not serious, such as a headache or fever, he could cure it with a flick of his hand without even prescribing medicine.

The people were even more grateful to him, and some even shed tears.

"Thank you, Imperial Master. If it weren't for you, my child would have died of a high fever. I have no way to repay you. I only wish to be your slave in my next life to repay your kindness."

Jiuli: "No need to do that, next one."

Yun Yuan was also busy. Someone else was doing the physical work, and the prince would not let a woman like her do heavy work like the guards. Thinking of the scene he saw outside the carriage just now, he thought about it and arranged for Yun Yuan to help Jiuli.

At noon, after having a simple meal at the prefectural yamen, a group of people rushed to the rain-praying platform.

When they arrived at the rain-praying platform, they found that there were already other people there, five people in total, all wearing the same blue-gray Taoist robes and holding whisks in their hands.

The leader looked a little thin and gaunt, but he was in high spirits, with a somewhat immortal air, and looked relaxed and contented, as if everything was under his control.

The other four Taoists stood in pairs behind him.

Faced with hundreds of people watching, they were not panicked at all. Instead, they looked superior and a little provocative.

"We are Taoist priests from Qingqi Mountain. Seeing the drought here, we have come to pray for rain. I wonder if the prefect will welcome us."

The prefect's face looked a little ugly. These people who claimed to be Taoist priests from Qingqi Mountain had been here for a few days. He did not stop them from praying for rain, after all, it was good for the people. However, the behavior of these Taoist priests was really hard for him to accept.

Not only did they want him to be well fed and well-drinking every day, but they also had to wait until people from the imperial court arrived before they could start the rain-praying ceremony.

They were obviously not doing this for the common people, but wanted to show the power of the imperial teacher and demonstrate the authority of the Taoists from Qingqi Mountain.

The prefect received a salary from the court, so his heart was naturally with the court. He said in dissatisfaction: "Come here, drive these people pretending to be Taoist priests from Qingqi Mountain off the rain-praying platform."

A team of guards jumped onto the rain-praying platform. However, before they could get close, the leading Taoist priest waved his whisk, and they rolled off the platform in front of everyone and fell to the ground in a mess.

The originally noisy people suddenly fell silent. The person on the rain-praying platform was still standing steadily, gently shaking the whisk in his hand, as if mocking the presumptuous prestige of the prefect.

The leading Taoist glanced in the direction of Jiuli with a look of contempt: "I am the famous Taoist Wuwei. Do you dare to compete with me, Master, to see who can pray for rain first?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes immediately turned to Jiuli, who said calmly, "Why not?"

Wuwei is considered a famous Taoist priest in Qingqi Mountain. He just wants to see the current strength of Qingqi Mountain and whether it can pose a threat to the demon world.

Yun Yuan was standing next to Jiuli. She couldn't help but curl her lips when she heard Wuwei say "famous". Based on her experience of time traveling, he was either a villain or cannon fodder.

Did Xuanyuan Chengze go to Qingqi Mountain just to find a Taoist like Wuwei? It didn't seem that good.

A triumphant smile appeared on Wuwei's face.

Counting several generations in the Xuanyuan Dynasty, before Jiuli, every imperial master came from Qingqi Mountain. The appearance of Jiuli broke this tradition. The emperor must have been bewitched by him and actually let him serve as the imperial master.

Wuwei thought that Jiuli didn't have any special abilities, and even if he did, he could never compare with him. First, Jiuli looked too young, and second, Qingqi Mountain had a profound heritage after thousands of years. He had been educated and trained in orthodox Taoism, and he was confident that he was not comparable to Jiuli, who came from a small sect.

So if Jiuli can pray for rain, then he can definitely do it too.

Why is Jiuli, a national teacher, more famous than all the people in Qingqi Mountain combined? Today, he will dampen Jiuli's spirit and let everyone know who is the boss of the Dao world.

Wuwei made a gesture of invitation, and he and his four disciples watched with a smile as Jiuli walked up to the rain-praying platform step by step.

"Good, good, good!" Wuwei shouted three good words in a row, and said loudly to the people below the stage: "Today, I am challenging the Imperial Master on behalf of Qingqi Mountain. If I win, the Imperial Master will give up his position and abdicate. How about that?"

Xuanyuan Chengyin's face was gloomy. The people of Qingqi Mountain were so bold that they even dared to covet the position of the national teacher.

In his opinion, Xuanyuan absolutely cannot do without Jiuli. Not only does Qingqishan have a big appetite, but they also look down on the royal family. When they are asked to do something, they always make excuses. How can they be as dedicated as Jiuli?

"Jiuli is our Xuanyuan's national teacher. He has done countless things that benefit the country and the people. His character and ability are impeccable, and his position is irreplaceable. Taoist Wuwei should not push his luck."

Taoist Wuwei didn't care and had a contemptuous attitude, as if he didn't take the prince of a country seriously.

"I am from Qingqi Mountain. Your Highness, please do not be too strict. We can do what Jiuli can do, and we can do it better than him, just like praying for rain this time. I have one more question for Jiuli: Do you dare to compete with me?"

Jiuli shook his head slowly.

Wu Wei showed disdain on his face: "Why, are you afraid of us and can't bear to give up the position of national teacher?"

Even when being ridiculed, Jiuli remained calm, but what he said made Wuwei extremely uncomfortable, and he felt that he was being despised.

"Why does my master need to compete with you?" Jiuli said, "My master has a junior sister who is also here. Let her compete with you."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yun Yuan jumped onto the stage and greeted everyone with a smile.

"Hello everyone, I'm Yun Yuan, and I'm from the same school as the Imperial Master. I'll be competing with Qing Qishan on behalf of my senior brother."

After hearing this, Wuwei almost exploded with anger, his eyes widened in anger.

"Jiuli, you actually let a woman compete with me. This is an insult to me. You are so arrogant. We in Qingqi Mountain are not easy to bully!"

Jiuli looked at Wuwei indifferently, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of sarcasm, and his tone was nonchalant.

"You don't have to be so excited. It will make people think you are guilty and timid." After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Wuwei and nodded at Yun Yuan.

Wuwei was enraged by Jiuli's words. Just when he couldn't help but want to teach Jiuli a lesson, Yun Yuan suddenly appeared and stood in front of him.

"You are not even as good as my senior brother." Yun Yuan said, "Since you insist on comparing who is better, then compete with me."

"We can't possibly compete with a woman. That would be an insult to our sect!"

"What? Are you afraid to compete?" Yun Yuan smiled and hit back at him with what Taoist Wuwei had said: "Or are you afraid of losing to me? It will be spread out that people say you can't even beat a fledgling woman?"

"How dare you!" Wuwei's disciple jumped out and waved the whisk in his hand, trying to knock Yun Yuan off the stage.

However, Yun Yuan didn't even lift her feet. She just lightly tapped her jade hand, and a gust of cold air instantly flew out from her fingertips. The man was frozen into an ice sculpture before he could react, emitting a heart-pounding cold light under the sunlight.

Jiuli raised his eyebrows slightly. Yun Yuan seemed to have many abilities that he didn't know about.

The onlookers were in an uproar, all shocked by Yun Yuan's move. They just felt happy in their hearts. These Taoists were too irritating. They wished they would die eight hundred times.

Feeling the icy chill, Wuwei's other three disciples lost their composure and looked panicked.

"Why are you panicking?" Wuwei felt ashamed and didn't look kindly at the other three disciples. He performed several Taoist magic tricks to try to rescue the trapped disciples.

However, the ice was extremely solid. He tried everything he could to melt it but failed. He also did not dare to use violence for fear that his disciples inside would be shattered into pieces.

He pointed at Yun Yuan angrily and said, "What kind of magic did you use? Release my disciple now."

Yun Yuan showed disdain: "It seems that you Qingqishan are not that good. You can't even break a small spell. Now I am qualified to compete with you, right?"

Wuwei gnashed his teeth and said, "It's just a side sect. When it comes to praying for rain, you can't be better than me even if you study for a few more years. After all, we are the orthodox Taoists."

"I just like the way you guys are stubborn." Unable to break any spell, Yun Yuan roughly knew what realm the opponent was in. With his current level, if he didn't have a powerful magic weapon to assist him, he couldn't even beat the strength of the original owner, the Four Tails.

Yun Yuan was not afraid at all. She snapped her fingers to unseal the ice. Before the disciple could be happy, Yun Yuan waved him off the stage. He and three other disciples fell into the crowd and were beaten up by everyone.

"Kill them! They are disrespectful to our national master. They want to destroy our hope."

"Hit them! Hit them!"

The four people wailed and held their heads. Finally, the sound became smaller and smaller. Yun Yuan snorted coldly, retracted his gaze, and said to Wu Wei, whose face on the stage was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip:

"Okay, there are only two of us left on the rain-praying platform. You just said that if my senior brother loses, he will give up the position of national master. What if you lose? What can you give up?"

“I…” Wuwei couldn’t say anything. Could he say that he was just planning to get something for nothing?

The common people were furious. They didn't care about Qingqi Mountain or not. They only cared about who could bring welfare to them. They wanted to beat to death anyone who offended the national master.

"If the Imperial Master gives up his position, you will give up your life!"

"Yes, Your Highness, this man offended the Imperial Master and is here to cause trouble. We support you in killing him!"

"Kill him, kill him!" the crowd was outraged.

Wuwei didn't expect this to happen, so he could only take a step back: "I don't want the position of the national teacher anymore. This time we are just simply sparring with each other, and there is no interest involved."

Yun Yuan spread his hands and said, "That's not right, Master Wuwei. You don't give anything, so why should we waste our time competing with you? You should just step down and take your four disciples with you. Go back to where you came from and stop embarrassing yourself here."

"Go down, go down!" the people shouted.

Wuwei wiped the sweat from his forehead. He didn't expect that his well-planned plan would turn out like this. Reluctantly, he took out a book and threw it on the stage.

"This is a Taoist classic, the inheritance left by the founder of Qingqi Mountain. Is this sincerity enough?"

Yun Yuan asked the system to scan the book and concluded that it was authentic. The book not only recorded the techniques of catching monsters and ghosts, but also contained a lot of knowledge about Feng Shui and talisman making.

She asked the system to copy all the knowledge in it and put it into the space, so that no matter whether Wuwei was willing to give it to her later or not, she would have an identical copy.

Yun Yuan raised her lips and said, "Master Wuwei, please go ahead. I hope you are not as useless as your name suggests."