The God and Buddha are actually me

"Pray for rain?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the field looked at each other, then showed a hint of excitement, and were eager to try.

Praying for rain is difficult for ordinary people, like a miracle, but for cultivators above the fourth level, it is not too difficult.

Especially those monks who are good at thunder and water magic are all high-spirited and excited at this moment.

However, those monks who were not good at praying for rain looked miserable.

"Since I am organizing a grand event, I naturally have to do something for the people."

The emperor said in a loud voice: "It is midsummer and the climate is dry. China has not seen rain for many days. The fields are cracked and the crops are withering. It seems that the harvest will be affected soon."

"If anyone can pray for rain today, they will have passed the first level."

When everyone heard this, their eyes flickered and they seemed to be thinking about something.

How come this fat emperor seems to love his people like his own children, completely different from what was rumored?

Could it be that he was hiding his abilities all along?

"Your Majesty, is it enough to just ask for rain to pass this test?"

"nature."

The emperor nodded, and then with a deep gaze, he said: "But this is a competition after all, not just a prayer for rain, so..."

"You can also interfere."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's heart trembled. They looked at each other and the atmosphere instantly became heavy.

Zhang Jiuyang took a deep look at the smiling emperor.

I have to say, this move is really brilliant.

It may seem like there is no fighting involved, but in fact it is more intense than fighting in a ring. It is an extremely demanding test.

If one person prays for rain, there may be dozens or even hundreds of people secretly obstructing him, and it requires great magical powers to break the deadlock.

You must know that human nature has always been like this. What I can't get, no one else can get.

Even if they are close friends, they may have to secretly obstruct them.

Those monks who did not know how to pray for rain were already feeling angry, and now they finally found a place to vent.

These monks have always been unruly and have little respect for imperial power. It would be extremely difficult for the emperor to dispatch them by imperial decree. But now the emperor can make these monks work for him without spending any soldiers or money, just by talking.

And even if they lost, they would only resent those who secretly obstructed them, but would not blame the emperor.

Maybe it can also divide and provoke the many forces in the world of monks.

The biggest beneficiary is naturally the emperor. Not only does he assess many monks and select the most outstanding talents, but he can also gain a good reputation.

The people would be grateful to him for praying for rain.

Praying for rain kills two birds with one stone.

Zhang Jiuyang was alert. It seemed that this fat emperor might really be the previous emperor. With such tact and scheming, he was definitely not a foolish person.

"Okay, I'll go first!!"

There was a loud thunder, and then a flash of lightning appeared, which turned into a burly figure wearing a Taoist robe and with long hair.

He looked to be in his sixties, but he was full of energy and spirit, and his body was exceptionally strong, with muscles bulging under his Taoist robe.

"I am Yu Yangzi, the headmaster of the Demon Subduing Palace in Yanzhou. I greet your majesty, I greet Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain, and I greet all the immortals and fellow Taoists."

His voice was rough and heroic, echoing above the mountain tops.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes moved. It was the old Taoist priest whom he had rescued when he went up the mountain.

At that time, this person wanted to force his way into the golden light formation, but was suppressed by the golden light instead. He was almost at his limit and might even be injured by the backlash. Zhang Jiuyang helped him by collecting the golden light.

Thinking of this, he nodded slightly to the old Taoist.

The old Taoist's eyes lit up with joy, and his face immediately glowed with joy.

He was a person who cared a lot about his reputation and had a clear distinction between love and hate. Zhang Jiuyang was his benefactor, so among all the real people he specially went to meet Zhang Jiuyang first.

He thought that Zhang Jiuyang would be like those high and mighty real people and would ignore him, but he did not expect that the other party would actually respond.

"Yuyangzi, you are good at fighting and exorcising demons. I have heard that you are truly a hero of the time. I wish you a great victory!"

There was approval in the emperor's eyes.

Although this man has a somewhat bad temper, he is very brave and daring. He has fought many tough battles over the years and maintained peace in Yanzhou.

If he can be subdued, he will be a powerful general.

But what the emperor did not expect was that in response to his praise, Yu Yangzi just nodded coldly, and then bowed to Zhang Jiuyang.

The smile on the emperor's face froze slightly.

Boom! !

Lightning flashed, and Yu Yangzi began to cast a spell to pray for rain. He used the rain-praying technique of the Demon-Suppressing Palace, which was based on thunder magic. It attracted the power of water between heaven and earth, thereby forcibly changing the weather of heaven and earth and causing rain to fall.

But some people couldn't help but take action.

A rooster crowed from somewhere.

In an instant, pure yang power burst out, and a small sun slowly rose into the sky, melting the rain that was about to form.

The moisture between heaven and earth suddenly dropped sharply.

There was a gleam of surprise in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes. This magic was quite interesting. The man turned into a colorful rooster, and the whole world became bright when he crowed. This magic of transformation was quite magical.

However, that person’s cultivation was not enough, and he had not yet dispelled all the water vapor.

Yu Yangzi snorted coldly, lightning flashed in his eyes, and his body expanded rapidly, turning into a small giant about ten feet tall. He caught the thunder from the sky with his bare hands and directly smashed the colorful rooster to pieces.

A figure fell to the ground. It was a middle-aged Taoist priest in a Taoist robe. His chest was charred and he kept coughing up blood.

"This is Taoist Pingxun from Taiping Temple. He is best at the art of transformation. I didn't expect him to be defeated so quickly. Thunder magic is really powerful!"

Yue Ling explained to Zhang Jiuyang through voice transmission, and knew the names of these masters by heart.

Afterwards, several masters secretly made moves, but they were all beaten back by Yu Yangzi's domineering thunder method. He defeated thirteen masters in a row and became extremely famous for a while.

It is worth mentioning that many disciples from Taiping Temple participated in this event. Seeing that Taoist Pingxun was frustrated, they also took action, but they all returned in failure and were beaten to the point of vomiting blood.

“Hahahaha, what a joy!!”

"Youngsters of Taiping Temple, let's take action together. How can you be a hero if you hide and dodge?"

Yu Yangzi was able to completely clear away the evil spirit in his heart, and felt as happy as a god. All the frustration he had previously suffered in the golden light formation was now released.

His body was wrapped in lightning, his hair and beard danced wildly, almost turning into a thunderous blue color. His aura was extremely powerful and his laughter was deafening.

And the rain is about to fall.

Even Yimei Zhenren of Feixian Cave showed a strange look at this moment, and was surprised by Yuyangzi's attainments in thunder magic.

"Dongxuzi, this man's thunder technique is no less powerful than yours."

Master Yimei said to the middle-aged Taoist priest beside him that he was his most proud disciple, whose Taoist name was Dongxuzi, and he had always been by his side to teach him.

Dongxuzi glanced at a certain real person.

That was Taoist Fang Yuan from Taiping Temple, the direct disciple of the temple master. Seeing his disciple suffer setback, although he had no expression on his face, a chess piece emerged from his sleeve.

Fang Yuan had a gloomy look on his face and casually placed the chess piece on the chessboard in front of him. He had been playing chess with himself since he took his seat, and the board was already covered with chess pieces.

In a small space, a prison is created.

Just after the chess piece fell, the lightning on Yu Yangzi's body began to dissipate. He felt that his connection with the world seemed to be forcibly cut off by some force, and even his soul, qi and spiritual perception were cut off.

It's like a Go piece whose Qi has been taken away.

He became an outcast of heaven and earth.

The rain that was about to form began to dissipate again.

But at this moment, Fang Yuan's expression suddenly changed, and the chess piece on the board that had its "Qi" taken away began to jump continuously.

With a whoosh, a white piece rolled onto the chessboard, instantly changing the situation.

Fang Yuan looked up and saw a little baby girl holding a white piece and smiling at him.

Zhang Jiuyang hugged his daughter and smiled apologetically at him.

"Master Fang Yuan, I'm so sorry. My daughter is naughty and I threw a piece around and accidentally broke your chess game."

Crash!

The rain fell like drumbeats, covering the earth in an instant.

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