Heaven.

The clouds are falling and the rain is falling.

Although it has been a night, there is no stopping trend, but compared to last night, it is also small.

However, the villagers are still not happy, and the heart hanging can not let go.

If this rain, it will really be the next day, the rice in the field is soaked in the water, and it is difficult to germinate...

It’s not a cut in harvest, it’s six months of busyness.

In the land temple, there were several older villagers, who, after hearing the words of Yan Qingyang, bowed to the candle and burned some precious paper.

And the sky seemed to feel something weak in the dark.

When he looked at the statue, he happened to see several faint white silk threads, which were coming from the heads of several villagers, floating like a spider to the statue.

Is it a fire?

The sky was a little surprised to see.

Then I saw the faint incense threads, circled around the statue a few times, and then fell into the blood and disappeared.

ch?

Missing?

He was even more surprised, and then he found his fingertips, as if he were haunting something.

When he looked at his fingertips, he found a few faint lines of incense that kept him a little stunned.

How did the fire come to him?

At this moment he gazed curiously, and then glanced around, as if no one else had seen it.

Such a thing as fire, mysterious and mysterious, others can not see, not surprising.

If you see it, it is strange.

After he felt it in detail, he felt the wishes of the villagers from a few faint incense.When he closes his eyes and feels it again, he probably understands what the desire is, and he can't help but sigh.

Then he finally understood.

The original "Fu Fengden" needs incense as energy, not "rice grain", no wonder it can not be used before.

However, he looked at a few wisps of incense on his fingertips, is this too little?

Can the "Five Grain Fengden" make it effective?

The more incense, the more obvious the effect, this can be understood with the feet.

At this time, a few incense burns appeared on his fingertips, but it added less than ten wisps, each wispy as a spider silk, very weak...

Still not enough!

Yan Qinghe frowned, looked at the horse, and said, “General Ma, there is no fragrant incense to the land temple?”

"Go into the mountains to worship God, and go to the temple."

The Malay laughed a little and said, "It should be worshipped, bless the grain of Fengden, there is a good harvest."

At this time, Malay took a stew from the villagers, and then the bodyguards behind him took out the lighter and burned it, worshipped the land god and intervened in the incense burner.

Others, especially the staff of the program team, can't help but be surprised.

Wugui Fengden, this is a beautiful woman's wish, not a feudal superstition, people just a little stunned.

When the people saw the Malay worship, more villagers came forward to worship God.

Either way, it’s all a good wish.

Not long after, some of the staff, by the way, said goodbye...

Yan Qingyang saw that there were already 20 or 30 incense fires, and felt some effect, so he immediately made "Five Grain Fengden".

It was so easy, he had a thought.

Then, the land temple filled with a faint mysterious atmosphere, making people feel mysterious and mysterious, it seems that there is some kind of power fluctuation.

However, it seems that it is not power, but more mysterious rules.

The twilight is too lazy to think.

“Is it raining less?”

At this time, some people outside the land temple were surprised.

Everyone listened and looked at it, and Hugo was so small.

Coincidence, right?

Some people are confused.

After a moment, the rain became smaller and stopped.

Inside and outside the land temple, because of the matter of Yan Qinghe, dozens of people gathered without dispersing.At this time, when I saw the rain suddenly stopped, I was shocked to look up.

The rain really stopped!

But before they worshiped God, the rain did not stop.

Everyone was shocked, everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and quieted down for a while.

“Coincun, why is it so evil?”Some staff did not believe that the rain stopped just happened.

Bye-bye, will the rain stop?

Is it possible?

This is not the feudal era, and you can fool the ignorant villagers.

Malay, on the other hand, was somewhat shocked to look at Yan Qingyang, and others would think it was a coincidence, but he would not.

He believes that this must be Mr. Yan's ability.

“It’s really raining, the rain is really off.”

After a quiet time, some villagers reacted and ran outside and shouted happily, like a child.

“The rain has finally stopped.”

"Very good."

The villagers were happy to say.

At this time, whether the villagers, whether it was a coincidence or not, they all went into the land temple to worship the gods and worship the incense, and many villagers ran back and asked everyone to worship God.

After the rain stopped, the clouds gradually dispersed, and then the sun shone on the earth.

When the sun came out, the villagers were happy.

They think it’s the land god’s bounty, let the rain stop, the sun comes out...

The staff of the program group saw more and more villagers coming from all around, and one by one they went into the land temple to burn incense and worship God, and a ridiculous feeling arose in their hearts.

“You say, will it be?”

Chef Wang stood outside the land temple and looked at the villagers in and out.

“It’s impossible.”

Teacher Lee shook his head.

Although the rain stopped too fast and the sun was moving too fast, as if something was abnormal, he still did not believe it, saying, "This should be a coincidence."

"It's just a coincidence."

Chef Wang, how would you explain it?

At this time, Yan Qinghang came out of the land temple, and now he did not need to mention the point, the villagers themselves went to worship God, praying for the rain to stop and the grain was Fengden.

On the fingertips of his hand, there was a lot of incense.

The effect of the first "Fengden of the grain" is: rain stops, clouds are scattered, and sunrise.

At this point, the power of "Fengden of the grain" has been exhausted, but fortunately, Yan Qingyian has already been prepared and ate three "Five Valley Fengden".

Seeing the incense burns collected almost, he made a "grain Fengden" again.

Rice stands!

He felt a mysterious breath, from the temple of the land, covered the whole village.

“Is it the power of the law?”

In his heart, Yan Qinghe was surprised, and he saw that the rice fields that were not far away, those rice that was overwhelmed by heavy rain slowly stood up.

What a rice stand?!

Even when I saw it, I was shocked.

What kind of power is this?

At this time, Chef Wang and Teacher Li just chatted at a piece of rice fields, and then saw a piece of overpowered rice slowly standing up from the field.

Their eyes were wide open, their eyes were shocked.

“I’m not wrong, am I?”Teacher Li was shocked and pointed to the rice fields not far away, “Stand up?”

“Dad!”

Chef Wang did not know how to describe his inner thoughts.

At this time, more and more people saw that the rice, which had already been overwhelmed by heavy rain, was slowly rising up.

This is a magical scene.

It is also a strange scene.

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