Others follow advice and imitate celebrities, but you start by pretending to be a god?

Above the ground, the solemn altar stands tall.

At this moment, every move of Huli Daxian moved everyone's heartstrings. As the token in his hand rang for the fourth time, the world seemed to be shaken by an invisible force, thunder and lightning, the momentum was so huge that it was breathtaking.

Before that, when the third token sounded, the sky and the earth also changed color, and a storm was about to come.

Zhu Bajie stood aside, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and anxiety. He looked at his eldest brother Sun Wukong, who was usually omnipotent, but seemed helpless to stop the sudden heavy rain.

"Big Brother, are you not concentrating on this? How come you can't even stop the rain?" Zhu Bajie's words were filled with a bit of complaint and worry.

As the token rang for the fourth time, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and raindrops as big as beans poured down like the gods pouring out endless anger.

At the same time, above the clouds, the five thunder generals and the four sea dragon kings gathered together to witness this contest on the altar.

On the Five Phoenix Tower, King Chechi witnessed this scene and could not help but feel a surge of emotion in his heart. He seemed to have returned to twenty years ago, when the great master at that time also showed such grace that the world changed color.

"This scene really brings back memories of the past." The king's words were full of nostalgia for the past, and also revealed his anticipation for the contest at hand.

As everyone was watching, the "Sun Wukong" who had been motionless at the bottom of the Five Phoenix Tower suddenly moved. He blinked his eyes smartly, as if waking up from a deep sleep. Zhu Bajie was the first to notice this change, and he shouted in surprise: "Big Brother, you are back!"

Sun Wukong nodded slightly, but his expression seemed a little depressed.

"Well, I'm back." He said softly, as if there was some unspeakable trouble in his heart.

Seeing this, Zhu Bajie couldn't help but ask: "Big Brother, why don't you stop the rain? The Second National Master, Huli Daxian, has succeeded in praying for rain, what are you going to do next?" His tone was full of anxiety and worry.

Sun Wukong's face darkened slightly, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph, he's just praying for another rain. How could I, Sun Wukong, lose to him? I must defeat this Huli Great Immortal, otherwise how can I save face?" His words were full of confidence and determination, but also revealed a trace of imperceptible worry.

After hearing this, Zhu Bajie still had some doubts in his heart, but he didn't say anything more. He just muttered silently, hoping that the eldest brother could really do as he said and turn danger into safety.

At this time, the great immortal Huli on the altar waved the token in his hand again, and the token made the fifth crisp sound.

As this sound rang out, the wind stopped, the rain ceased, the clouds dispersed, and the fog disappeared, and the world became clear again.

Tiger Power floated down, his eyes revealing pride and confidence. He looked at Sun Wukong, as if to say, "Now it's your turn."

Seeing this, Zhu Bajie whispered to Sun Wukong, "Big Brother, it's your turn." His tone was full of anticipation and nervousness.

At the same time, he couldn't help but ask, "Big Brother, can you do it?"

Sun Wukong glared at Zhu Bajie and said in a firm tone: "How can it be impossible? Even though the gods in the sky did not stop raining because of me, I can still make them rain if I give the order." His words were full of confidence and assurance.

"And, they have already agreed. As long as I point this stick to the sky, there will be wind and clouds; if I point the stick a second time, there will be clouds and fog; if I point the stick a third time, there will be thunder and lightning; if I point the stick a fourth time, there will be heavy rain; if I point the stick a fifth time, the sky will be clear!" Sun Wukong explained his plan in detail, as if everything was under his control.

After saying that, he tugged at Tang Seng's sleeve. Tang Seng still looked at him innocently and asked in confusion, "Wukong, why do you want me to be your master?" His tone was full of confusion and helplessness.

Sun Wukong took the initiative and said, "Master, please come on stage." His tone was full of respect and expectation.

Tang Seng looked even more innocent. He looked at Sun Wukong in a reproachful manner and said, "Wukong, your master cannot pray for rain. You were supposed to fight, so why did you let your master go up there?" His tone was full of helplessness and blame.

Sun Wukong explained: "Master, after all, this is a dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, and only you can represent Buddhism. I won't be able to convince the crowd even if I go up. Moreover, although you can't pray for rain, can't you recite scriptures?" His tone was full of persuasion and comfort.

After hearing this, Tang Seng felt a little comforted. He nodded and said, "Well, I will go up and chant the sutra." After saying that, he took a step and stepped onto the altar.

Arriving at the altar, Tang Seng sat down calmly and calmed his mind. Following Sun Wukong's instructions, he began to recite the scriptures silently. Apart from that, he did not make any other movements.

When the ministers of Chechi State saw this, they could not help but ask, "Since you want rain, why don't you issue a token or burn a written petition?" Their tone was full of doubt and confusion.

Tang Seng did not answer, but continued to recite his scriptures. But Sun Wukong answered loudly: "There is no need to be so tedious. We pray for rain with a calm mind, and it will work as long as we are sincere." His tone was full of confidence and determination.

At this time, Tang Seng had finished reading a scripture. Sun Wukong took out his Ruyi Jingu Bang from his ear, and with a slight shake, the Jingu Bang became two meters long and as thick as a bowl.

The next moment, Sun Wukong pointed his golden cudgel toward the sky, which was a secret signal for him to greet the gods in heaven in advance.

In the sky, Fairy Wind saw this and hurriedly tore open the leather bag; Xun Erlang also untied the rope.

Suddenly, a breeze floated out of the bag, and the whistling sound echoed between heaven and earth.

However, this wind was not as strong as the one that Huli Daxian had prayed for. It just gently brushed across people's faces, bringing a slight coolness.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong felt a little dissatisfied. He thought about it, and suddenly the golden hoop swelled up in the wind and pointed towards the sky.

In the sky, Wind Fairy and Xun Erlang saw this and hurriedly opened their bags wide, letting in a strong wind.

For a time, tiles and bricks were peeled off, walls were damaged and collapsed, and people were complaining in the city amidst the strong winds.

Sun Wukong nodded with some satisfaction. He waved the golden cudgel in his hand again and pointed it at the sky for the second time.

Suddenly, thick clouds rolled up in the sky, and mist filled the sky.

For a moment, the visibility between heaven and earth was greatly reduced, and the figure of Tang Monk chanting on the altar could only be barely seen from the Five Phoenix Tower.

Sun Wukong was secretly pleased with himself. The scene before him was much more spectacular than when Huli Daxian prayed for rain. He thought to himself, "I still have some respect in heaven. They all have to give me some face." Then, he waved the golden hoop in his hand again and pointed it at the sky for the third time.

Along with this third finger, Lei Gong and Dian Mu, who had not left the sky, also cooperated out of courtesy.

The God of Thunder roared in anger, and the Goddess of Lightning flashed in anger.

Suddenly, there was lightning and thunder, and the originally dark sky became bright because of the lightning.

The thunder was deafening, making many children in the city cry, awakening dormant insects and animals, and bringing spring back to the earth. Sun Wukong looked at all this and nodded with satisfaction. He thought to himself, "Isn't this power much stronger than that of the Tiger Power Immortal? This time, I will definitely win!"

He confidently pointed the golden cudgel toward the sky again. This was the fourth time he pointed it toward the sky.

According to the agreement, the fourth strike was the order of the Four Seas Dragon Kings to make it rain. Rain was also one of the main criteria for judging their fight this time.

However, after this, although the four sea dragon kings in the sky gave Sun Wukong a face and cast summer order, the rain that fell was only a few drops. Sun Wukong couldn't help but look up at the sky, his heart full of doubts and dissatisfaction.

At this time, Zhu Bajie's voice sounded in his ears: "Big Brother, what's going on? Why is the wind so strong, the clouds so thick, the thunder so loud, but the raindrops are so small?" His tone was full of confusion and anxiety.

Zhu Bajie looked up, and only one drop of rain fell on his big face. He looked around and found that the falling rain was only a few scattered drops.

Sun Wukong was also puzzled, and a surge of anger surged in his heart: "What's wrong with the Four Sea Dragon Kings? Don't they dare to give me face?"

Sun Wukong's mind moved, and the Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand changed and pointed straight to the sky. He planned to use this method to remind the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas.

However, surprisingly, the rain did not increase, but gradually became less and less. This scene made Sun Wukong furious.

He could no longer hold back, and his spirit instantly left his body, soaring into the sky, and appeared angrily in front of the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas.

"Ao Guang, Ao Shun, what do you mean by this?" Sun Wukong asked, his voice full of dissatisfaction.

He went on to ask, "The Wind Department, Cloud Department, Mist Department, and Thunder Department are all working so hard, why is it that your Rain Department only sprinkles so few drops of rain? This is not even enough for me, Sun, to drink in one gulp!" As he spoke, he tightly grasped the Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand, his hair standing on end with anger, as if he would explode at any time.

Ao Guang saw this and quickly put on a pitiful look, shouting, "Great Sage, we are already risking breaking the laws of heaven just to make these few drops of rain fall on you! Did you know that a few days ago, outside the Jing River, a dragon king was almost sent to the Dragon Slaying Platform and lost his life because he failed to make the rain fall properly?"

“So, now we dare not make it rain casually. We can only act strictly according to the Jade Emperor’s decree.” Ao Guang continued, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

"Yes, yes!" The other three Dragon Kings also echoed, fearing that Sun Wukong would attack them if he was unhappy.

"Great Sage, we really can't cooperate!" A dragon king said timidly, "The Jade Emperor's decree clearly states that we must make it rain as much as he wants us to. Otherwise, we will be violating the laws of heaven, and the consequences will be serious!"

"Before this, we have already had a lot of rain in accordance with the decree, so now we can only give you this much." Another Dragon King also hurriedly explained.

After hearing this, Sun Wukong's anger suddenly turned into astonishment. He did not expect that the "Jinghe Dragon King" mentioned by these dragon kings was actually the protagonist of the play "Jinghe Dragon King is trapped" that he watched in Chechi Kingdom.

Recalling that scene, Sun Wukong still clearly remembered why the Dragon King of Jinghe River almost went to the Dragon-Slaying Platform and why he finally saved his life. He almost went to the Dragon-Slaying Platform because of a trick of Guanyin Bodhisattva; and the reason why he survived was all thanks to Lin Nan's rescue.

Now, the words of the Four Dragon Kings were reasonable and well-founded, and Sun Wukong had no way to refute them.

What's more, the root of this cause and effect is actually on their Buddhist side. He was angry, but he had no way to vent, so he could only wave his hand and said impatiently: "Let's go, let's go, since it can't rain, don't stay here."

Seeing this, the four sea dragon kings all said goodbye and left. They saw that Sun Wukong was in a bad mood and did not dare to stay any longer, so as not to upset him.

As the four sea dragon kings left, the gods from other tribes also dispersed, and the world gradually returned to peace and tranquility.

At this time, a loud laugh came from the Five Phoenix Tower. It turned out that it was King Chechi who was laughing. He looked at the altar and asked loudly: "Great Tang monk, have you finished praying for rain?"

Tang Sanzang stood up awkwardly, at a loss as to what to do. He was a little annoyed, thinking to himself: "This Wukong, he said something nice, but in the end he played a trick on me. It was windy and lightning, so why did only a few drops of rain fall?"

He looked helplessly at Sun Wukong in the audience, hoping that he could come to rescue him.

At this time, Sun Wukong's soul had returned to its place. He suddenly had an idea and loudly explained: "It's over, it's over. I have prayed for it."

He went on to say, "Master saw that the Great Immortal Huli had succeeded in praying for rain and it had already rained. He was worried that more rain would cause flooding, so he only symbolically sent some rain and did not really send a heavy rain! We are not incompetent. The wind, clouds, fog, lightning and thunder that had risen before were not fake. This already shows Master's magical power!"

This specious argument actually made King Chechi a little stunned. He didn't expect Sun Wukong to give such a reason, and couldn't help but look at the Huli Great Immortal beside him.

The Great Immortal Hu Li laughed and said, "Pray for rain, pray for rain. What we are praying for is rain. Naturally, the victory or defeat will be determined by rain."

Sun Wukong refused to give in and shook his head vigorously, saying, "There are five steps to praying for rain. We just stopped at the end. The previous steps were all perfect!"

This explanation left King Chechi speechless. He was unable to make a decision and could only look to Huli Daxian for advice.

Hu Li Daxian pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, as you said, this rain-seeking contest is considered a draw."

Although Sun Wukong felt somewhat guilty, he did not hesitate when he saw that Huli Daxian had made such a decision, and nodded in agreement: "Okay, okay, let's call it a draw."

At this time, Tang Sanzang had already come down from the altar. Upon hearing these words, he immediately asked Sun Wukong worriedly: "Wukong, if it is just a draw, we can't save the five hundred imprisoned monks!"

Sun Wukong comforted him, "Master, don't worry. I will compete with these national masters later!" After that, he turned to the three immortals and said, "Since this is a draw, let's compete with others! What do you want to compete?"

Hearing this, Lu Li Daxian asked curiously, "Oh? What else do you want to compete in?" (End of this chapter)