I'm just an ornamental fish in the water.

"There are fixed rules for rainfall in the human world, including the time and amount of rain, which must not be wrong in the slightest."

"This is because the four seasons and twenty-four solar terms in the human world have their own laws, which are of utmost importance for reproduction and cultivation."

"Although we, the gods, are responsible for bringing rain, we must still abide by the laws of the seasons. If we violate them once or twice, it's fine, but if it happens too often and disrupts the natural order of the seasons in a region, then that is a serious offense."

"Therefore, the Ministry of Water and the Water Official's Palace have always taken a one-size-fits-all approach to this matter. If there is any error in rainfall, the person will be beheaded immediately! Even the local Water Palace Master cannot make any excuses."

The Wind Messenger spoke to Jiang Li in his honest and steady voice.

"In the future, if Brother Jiang is to undertake the task of bringing rain on his own, he must remember that no matter what, the time and date on the official documents must be exactly the same."

"You should know that even if there are fights, disputes, or even resentments between the water bureaus in different regions, they will never make a fuss about the matter of rainfall."

"If the Court of Justice finds out, it's a capital offense."

Jiang Li listened and nodded seriously, and couldn't help but think of a certain unlucky dragon king.

Driven by a desire to prove himself, he secretly altered the timing of the rainfall, then went up to the Dragon-Slaying Platform and immediately delivered a fatal blow.

Even the Dragon King, who ruled over the eight waters of Chang'an and was the seat of the Emperor of the Great Nation, showed no leniency towards this matter.

Regardless of the reasons given by the Wind Envoy, the most important duty of a local water bureau is to bring rain. If they can't even do this job well, they deserve to be beheaded.

"arrive."

"The messenger of the wind suddenly said."

At this moment, the three of them were standing on a cloud of immortals, with a county town right beneath their feet, namely Yanshi County.

Jiang Li doesn't yet know how to ride the clouds, but the couple, as seasoned celestial officials, are naturally skilled in this art.

After all, to make rain fall, you need to be able to fly.

"There's still an hour until then, Brother Jiang, come and take a look."

The Wind Messenger took out some things and arranged them on the clouds for Jiang Li to see.

Jiang Li leaned closer and saw four magical artifacts.

The first item was a burlap sack, about the thickness of a thigh when unfolded.

Next to it is a pair of bronze gongs, slightly larger than the palm of your hand.

At the very edge is a bowl, only half an inch high and two inches wide, with water vein patterns carved on its surface. Upon closer inspection, it is a map of the Luo River's distribution, which looks very exquisite.

"This cloth bag is a wind bag; if you want to drive away or gather clouds, you must use the wind to push it."

The Messenger of the Clouds explained from the side, "Those two bronze gongs are used by the Thunder God. These things are specially supplied by the Thunder Department to the water palaces in various places. With a light touch, a bolt of lightning will be produced."

"However, each pair of bronze gongs is monitored by the Thunder Department's intricate patterns. If this lightning is used for magical combat, it will alert the Thunder Generals to come and investigate."

"Of course, if you see demons or ghosts during a rainstorm, you can use this magic weapon to strike them with lightning. If the Thunder Department finds out, it will be considered a meritorious deed."

As the Wind Messenger spoke, he paused, then said with a hint of envy, "This magical artifact is not, after all, an instrument of authority for the Thunder Department. I've heard that if a Thunder General of the Thunder Department were to personally unleash thunder and rain, not to mention demons and ghosts, even the most wicked villains and treacherous traitors would have nowhere to hide under the thunder."

The Cloud-Driving Messenger joked, "Since this magic weapon came into our hands, my wife and I have only used its power of lightning four times, striking down one evil spirit, two demons, and one fierce ghost."

"One of those times was when my wife and I encountered it for the first time during the rain, which kept us in a panic for quite a while. Who knows, Brother Jiang might encounter it this time too."

This is obviously a joke; after all, what are the chances of such a coincidence?

Jiang Li smiled nonchalantly and asked, "Then what is this bowl used for?"

Of the three ritual implements, the most exquisite is this bowl that looks like it can't hold much.

The Wind Messenger laughed and said, "Rainfall, rainfall, naturally there must be water for it to rain. This bowl is used to hold water. If Your Majesty urges it, one bowl will contain the water of the entire Luo River."

"However, neither of us has ever seen such a spectacle. Normally, the water in this vessel must exactly match the rainfall amount required by the official document, not a fraction more or less."

Jiang Li suddenly realized that in the Journey to the West she had read in her previous life, the River God also seemed to have a bowl.

It seems that this is a rain-making artifact found in water-related shrines across various regions.

After discussing the rain-making implements, the couple who controlled the wind and clouds began to share their experiences, speaking in a very simple and straightforward manner.

Jiang Li kept each word in mind, nodding occasionally.

As long as he remains within the water administration system, he can never have too much experience in rainfall.

"The time is approaching."

The Wind Messenger calculated the time, picked up the Wind Bag, handed the bronze jar to Jiang Li, and said, "Brother Jiang, after I give you the message, use this magic weapon to ward off the thunder. You don't need to strike downwards, just let it land above the dark clouds."

"Okay, I understand."

Jiang Li nodded seriously, took the pair of bronze gongs, which felt heavy in her hands, and looped the red rope around the back of the gongs, holding one in each hand.

"My wife."

The Wind Messenger shouted, then unfolded the wind pouch in his hand.

The originally flat pocket suddenly bulged up, and with a "whoosh," it spewed out a large gust of wind.

The wind, however, did not blow straight out. Instead, under the control of the wind messenger, it transformed into a large wind net, gathering all the surrounding white clouds together.

With a flick of his sleeves, the cloud-driving messenger darted through the thick clouds, adjusting the position and spacing of each cloud.

Before long, the originally white sky and clouds turned a gloomy, dark color.

Jiang Li silently calculated the time, from the beginning of midnight when the wind started to blow until the second quarter of midnight when the wind stopped and the clouds gathered, without the slightest error.

It was clearly two people, each responsible for one part, yet they worked together as if they were one person.

The Wind Messenger clutched the pocket, and the Cloud Messenger emerged from the dark clouds. The couple exchanged a smile, everything understood without a word.

Jiang Li only felt that her stomach was full.

As time passed, dark clouds gathered and rolled in, becoming increasingly gloomy and heavy.

"Brother Jiang, unleash thunder in three breaths."

"The messenger of the clouds said."

"clear."

Jiang Li nodded, silently counted to three, and then slammed the bronze gongs he was holding in both hands together.

Boom!

A bolt of white lightning erupted from where the bronze gong had struck, striking directly above the dark clouds below.

In an instant, the lightning dissipated and disappeared into the dark clouds.

If you looked down from below, it would appear as if bolts of thunder and lightning had exploded in the clouds!

Seeing that Jiang Li had done it perfectly, the Cloud-Driving Envoy smiled and nodded to Jiang Li, then raised his hand and held the water bowl in his hand.

"Thunder usually doesn't last long, and it's meant to remind people to take shelter from the rain as soon as possible. This time it's raining at night, so it will be even shorter."

As she spoke, she stomped her foot, and a hole the size of a head appeared above the dark clouds. She laughed and said, "Brother Jiang, please let the thunder cease for now and come here to take a look. If this is the first time it's raining, it's a real pity that we can't see the rain falling."

Having said that, he glanced at the time, opened the water vessel in his hand, and poured the water of the Luo River onto the dark clouds.

Suddenly, rain fell on the mortal world.

Jiang Li held a bronze jar in each hand and peered down into the cave.

It was indeed a beautiful sight. As the rain fell to earth, he seemed to transform into a raindrop, falling from the sky and creating a splash.

Watching the rain fall, and seeing the figures darting out of the street, carving a brief gap in the rain, Jiang Li clicked her tongue in amazement.

and many more……

Jiang Li's expression hardened.

It's already past midnight, the hour of Chou (1-3 AM). Why would there be anyone on the street?

Moreover, its speed is inhuman!