"People! Lord Lin Fanlin, a civil and military servant in Zhenzhou City, has come and said he wants to solve the severe drought in Liangzhou for us!"

The yamen run to the street and shouted loudly.

When the people kneeling in front of the yamen heard Lin Fan coming, their faces showed joy.

"Is Lord Lin here? He can turn Zhenzhou, which has no crops, into a treasure land with abundant resources, and it will definitely solve the problem of severe drought in our Zhenzhou!"

"That's great! We're saved, Lord Lin, you're finally here!"

The people said excitedly.

Then, the yamen runner said, "Mr. Lin said that the solution is to establish a temple of the Martial Saint Guan Gong in the county yamen, and then everyone worships with us, and it will rain here."

"Do you want to build a temple? I'll build it!"

"I do this kind of work. I am willing to do my best, as long as it can rain!"

For a moment, the people who came here signed up one after another, and soon the temple of the Martial Saint Guan Gong began to be built.

There is only one reason why Lin Fan chose to build Guan Gong's temple in the county government, that is, although Qi County is a county town, it covers a very wide area.

If you just choose a place to build a temple, it will probably not be able to protect the entire Qi County, but the county government represents the entire Qi County.

If Yi Shu really exists, then building a temple here is the most suitable one.

There are many people and great powers. A small temple was built in less than five hours. Guan Gong's statue was also made of mud, but the stone statue had been ordered to be made.

"Mr. Wuhou, this Wusheng's temple has been built. What are we going to do next?"

Liu Cheng came to Lin Fan and said respectfully.

"Since the temple has been built, then organize the county people to worship."

Lin Fan said.

Liu Cheng did not dare to neglect Lin Fan's orders, and hurriedly ordered people to call everyone in the county to worship the temple of the Martial Saint Guan Yu.

"The Martial Saint is coming again. Now our Qi County has a severe drought. Please ask Lord Wu Sheng to take action to save us!"

The people were worshiping and thinking in their hearts.

Lin Fan and Pang Tong stood in the distance and watched. After the worship of the people, the mud fetus of the martial saint Guan Yu seemed to have a little more spirituality.

Lin Fan had a perspective, so he could naturally see the magical place of the mud-womb. It was a gathering of beliefs from the people and was about to build a complete Martial Saint.

As a god-level talent, Pang Tong himself also mastered Yi skills. He saw the clues that the people's beliefs were really becoming the Martial Saint Guan Yu.

hiss!

Could it be that Lin Fan was also a native of Yi Dao? Pang Tong not only sighed in his heart, but after another half an hour, the people knelt in front of the Martial Saint's mud fetus and prayed.

The next second, a horse's neighing sounded in the mud fetus, and the people didn't know what was going on, but Pang Tong and Lin Fan knew that Wu Sheng set off on the Red Rabbit Horse.

Another half an hour passed, and the Martial Saint Guan Yu carried the knife back into the mud fetus. The next moment, the sky above Qi County was covered with dark clouds, and lightning and thunder were roaring.

"Ah! It's going to rain! It's going to rain finally!"

"It's thunder! It's thunder!"

"Grandpa! Look, it's thundering, it's going to rain."

"Haha! I'm worthy of being Lord Lin. I heard that he asked someone to build the Wusheng Temple in the prefect of Qi County, but I didn't expect it would really rain!"

The people cheered and cheered.

The heavy rain lasted for three hours, nourishing the dry land of Qi County again, and the wheat seedlings that were about to die of thirst were revitalized.

"Mr. Lin, Pang admires it. I didn't expect that you have such insights into Yi Shu. You can crack it just by building some temples."

Pang Tong sighed.

"In fact, it was not me who broke the drought, nor the Wusheng Temple, but the beliefs of the people. Their beliefs are just missing a place to rely on."

Lin Fan smiled.

Now that the severe drought in Qi County has been lifted, there is no need to find the Jiuling King himself. He heard that the severe drought in Qi County has been lifted, and the Wusheng Temple will definitely be promoted throughout Liangzhou.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan decided to return to Zhenzhou with Pang Tong. The people of Qi County knelt on the ground and watched Lin Fan and Pang Tong leave.

The rain in Qi County also spread to Liangzhou City.

"Prince! Prince! Something big happened, it rained in Qi County! And it was heavy rain, it took five hours!"

Reports from spies in Liangzhou City.

After hearing this news, the Jiuling King was shocked. There were severe droughts everywhere in Liangzhou. Why does it rain heavily in Qi County? This is not in line with common sense!

"What's going on? Why does it rain heavily in Qi County? Is it going down elsewhere?"

The Nine Spirit King asked hurriedly.

"Prince, this is the thing. After the report from the Qi County Magistrate Liu Cheng, it seemed that Lin Fan, the civil and military officer of Zhenzhou City, had arrived. He instructed the people of Qi County to build the temple of the Wusheng Guan Yu in the county government for worship, and then it rained."

The man said.

It’s Lin Fan again!

Nowadays, this severe drought in Liangzhou should not be a good thing for them? Why do they want to help themselves?

The Nine Spirit King thought in his heart, but the most important thing now is to solve the severe drought in Liangzhou. Since building a Wusheng Temple is useful for worship, it will be promoted.

"Come here! Quickly build the Wusheng Temple and promote it in the county government offices in various places, so that they can organize the people to worship. Remember! Be sure to worship!"

The Nine Spirit King said.

Then, he personally organized people to build the Wusheng Temple in Liangzhou City Lord's Mansion, and then led the officials to worship. Sure enough, less than three hours after the worship, it started to rain heavily in Liangzhou.

"Haha! The crisis in Liangzhou has finally been resolved! Lin Fan, I owe you a favor!"

The Nine Spirit King said with a big laugh.

During this period, the severe drought in Liangzhou caused him a lot of trouble. Now that the severe drought has been lifted, he can continue to recruit soldiers.

In Chang'an City, you must kill it.

At this time, the Heifeng Taoist and others were already on the road. The 20,000 troops marched, and the speed could not be fast. It would take at least ten days to reach Zhenzhou.

On this day, Taoist Heifeng calculated his fingers, but suddenly frowned: "Well? Why do I feel that someone has broken my situation? Who is it?"

No matter how Heifeng Taoist calculates, he can't calculates it.

He naturally couldn't calculate it, because the person who broke his situation was the people's belief in Liangzhou, and the martial saint Guan Yu who put the people's beliefs.

"Teacher Black Wind, what happened?"

Li Qianru asked when he saw Taoist Heifeng frowning.

Since Qiu Chuji was destroyed one of his arms, Li Qianru rarely went to see Qiu Chuji, and this black wind Taoist is a strange man who can cause severe drought in Liangzhou.
Chapter completed!