You, a monster, still want to travel to the West?

The shopkeeper raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, muttering with some doubt in his life: "Is it possible... that I have encountered an evil spirit?"

……

On Ximen Street, Xiao Qingxin walked leisurely with an umbrella. Occasionally, there were pedestrians passing by, but they were all in a hurry.

After a while, she turned the corner and stopped in front of a steamed bun shop. She looked at the wooden sign at the door that said "Closed". After a moment's hesitation, she puffed up her cheeks and stamped her feet - there were no more meat buns for today!!!

Xia Zhiming poked his head out from the girl's arms. Seeing the closed bun shop, he smiled for a moment and then said, "Qingxin, do you want me to make one for you?"

"I don't want it."

“Doesn’t it taste the same?”

"It's different. I always feel that it lacks some of the fireworks."

Xia Zhiming complained: "Forgive me for not being able to understand the thinking of foodies."

"Hmph~"

Xiao Qingxin hummed twice, took out a yacon from her sleeve, and ignoring the green grass gradually emerging from the cracks in the road under her feet, she began to nibble on it as she walked.

Seeing her like this, Xia Zhiming rubbed her cheek, thought for a moment, and then asked with a smile: "Qingxin, what time is it now?"

"One quarter past noon," Xiao Qingxin calculated for a split second, then looked up again, wondering, "The rain seems to be a little late. I wonder if something has happened to the Dragon King."

"Qingxin, let's go! Let's go to Yuan Shoucheng's store."

"Why are you looking for him?" Xiao Qingxin paused and tilted her head as she looked at the white snake on her shoulder.

Xia Zhiming spit out his snake tongue and said with a smile: "It's raining today, and I guess there won't be any books to listen to in the teahouse. Why don't you go and have some fun with me?"

Yesterday he saw the Dragon King of Jinghe River causing trouble for Yuan Shoucheng, and even the Water Deity Star God was present. Now that the rain has been delayed, he thought he could go there now and see him for the last time.

Don’t ask Xia Zhiming why he didn’t go up and meddle in this matter.

As the saying goes: It is difficult to persuade a damned ghost with kind words. The Dragon King of Jinghe River is the type who has a little brain, but not much.

Even when he came to the mortal world secretly, he had to avoid the four groups of gods, especially those who practiced thunder magic. To put it nicely, they are upright and incorruptible, but to put it bluntly, they are upright and honest.

If the Dragon King of Jinghe River were to play tricks in front of the four gods at this critical juncture, it would simply be because he thinks his life is too long.

How does the saying go - let go of the desire to help others and respect their fate.

Back to the topic——

Hearing that Xia Zhiming wanted to go somewhere, Xiao Qingxin thought for a moment, turned her head and said softly: "Then Zhiming, carry me there~"

Xia Zhiming was delighted when he heard that. He transformed into a human form in a flash, leaned over, put his arms around the girl's legs, picked her up with one hand, and held the cloud shoes on her feet to avoid dirtying her clothes.

Sensing his movements, Xiao Qingxin's mind moved, and her Taoist robe extended with her movements, quickly covering her feet. Then she retracted her legs and took off her shoes.

After Xia Zhiming put away his cloud shoes and pinched his soft feet under the hem of his clothes, he saw Xiao Qingxin holding an umbrella with one hand and smoothing the silver hair beside his ear with the other hand. She said softly, "Zhiming, don't tickle me."

"Okay, okay." Xia Zhiming nodded repeatedly, holding the little girl, turned the intersection, and walked leisurely back to Ximen Street. Suddenly -

Boom!!! —The sound of thunder!

Pitter-patter! —The sound of heavy rain!

In the sky, bean-sized raindrops poured down accompanied by thunder, and were blown by the strong wind, and soon formed a thick rain curtain in front of the two people.

At this moment, Xiao Qingxin casually placed the paper umbrella on Xia Zhiming's shoulder. She looked at the umbrella, which stood still in the wind and rain. After a moment's glance, she asked curiously, "Zhiming, who would win if we used our folding fan to fan the fire and then used the paper umbrella to block the wind?"

Xia Zhiming was immediately delighted when he heard this: "Qingxin, how did you come up with such a devilish question?"

"It just came to my mind. How about we try it someday?"

"No need to try. This umbrella is for keeping out the wind and rain, and protecting against the heat and cold. If I use the Qing Ping Sword, I guarantee that this umbrella will shatter if touched."

“It feels like we can’t use it at all.”

"You'll know how good it is later."

……

Chapter 182 How much?

On Ximen Street——

In the heavy rain, Xia Zhiming walked slowly with Qingxin in his arms. Soon he walked up the three-step stone staircase and stood in front of Yuan Shoucheng's fortune-telling shop.

Before they could raise their hands to knock, Yuan Shoucheng in the fortune-telling shop had already opened the door. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the two of them, then he bowed and smiled, "I was expecting a distinguished guest, but I didn't expect it to be an immortal. Please come in! Please come in!"

Xia Zhiming raised an eyebrow at this, but didn't rush to speak. He took Xiao Qingxin and sat on the throne with him, then teased, "You already expected a distinguished guest to come, but did you expect an unwelcome one later?"

"This matter is nothing to worry about." Yuan Shoucheng extended his hand and pushed a cup of hot tea towards him. He said helplessly, "The Dragon King of Jinghe River has violated the laws of heaven and is now on the verge of death. Why should I worry about it..."

In his arms, Xiao Qingxin, biting a peach, looked up and asked in confusion, "Zhiming, what are you talking about?"

She only knew that the Dragon King who was responsible for making it rain today had delayed the rain, and she thought he would be punished by the Heavenly Palace, but she had no idea what grudges existed between Yuan Shoucheng and the Dragon King of Jinghe River.

When she asked about this, Yuan Shoucheng smiled and said, "Little Immortal, you don't know. Let me tell you in detail:"

"It was around the beginning of last month when I was working here as a shopkeeper when a fisherman presented me with a golden carp, asking for divination and advice on fishing."

"You must know that carp (li) is a sign of the rise of the Tang Dynasty, and golden carp is even more so. Few people eat them, so I accepted the golden carp, told him a fortune, and then told him to cast the net and hook."

"After that, the fisherman would often bring golden carp to me for divination."

"Until yesterday, the Dragon King of the Jing River came to my house, probably because of this matter. He bet with me and asked me when it would rain."

"I followed the hexagram's predictions about the time and amount of rain, and I felt I would win. But I didn't expect the Dragon King to be so bold as to change the weather for a moment, leading to the current situation."

At this point, Yuan Shoucheng shook his head and said, "What if I lose? What if I win?"

Xiao Qingxin wondered, "But...all the fish will be caught."

Yuan Shoucheng stroked his beard and smiled without saying a word.

Xia Zhiming raised his hand and pinched her cheek, then said with a smile, "You're just a small fisherman, and you want to catch all the fish in the river?"

"If you cast your net, you're bound to catch it. It feels like it's going to work."

"It's far from that. Very far." Xia Zhiming chuckled and shook his head, and explained the reason to the little girl -

In this era, a fisherman who relies solely on manpower to cast the net and hook the fish will take at least a quarter of an hour to cast the net, reel in the line and collect the fish. If he catches a full net, then there will be no fish, let alone retrieving the net.

Such fishermen, let alone just one, even a hundred of them, cannot shake the foundation of a river. It is simply the Dragon King of the Jing River who is looking for trouble.

It would be even more interesting if the Dragon King dared to forbid people from casting nets to catch fish. Xia Zhiming suggested that he have a duel with Emperor Fuxi. Whoever wins will have the right to speak. After all, casting nets to catch fish was taught by Fuxi.

After that, Xia Zhiming leaned over and asked with a smile: "Qingxin, do you understand?"

"So what you said," Xiao Qingxin blinked, "mortals in this world can't threaten the aquatic creatures in rivers and lakes at all."

"Even poisoning running water doesn't work. There's really no other way."

"What on earth is the Dragon King thinking?"

"Humph, I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Xia Zhiming picked up the tea on the table and took a sip. Listening to the wind and rain that had stopped outside the door, he was just about to find an excuse to leave temporarily, but suddenly the Dragon King of Jinghe River knocked on the door outside the fortune-telling shop.

Then, in Xiao Qingxin's somewhat dazed gaze, the Dragon King of Jinghe River smashed the pens, inkstones and inkstones on the tables of several people without any explanation, and tore up the iron-clad signboard.

Sitting on the armchair, Yuan Shoucheng stood still, while Xia Zhiming took a sip of the tea in his hand and fed Xiao Qingxin.

Seeing their indifferent expressions, the Dragon King of Jinghe River, who had originally returned victorious, suddenly changed his mood. He turned over the tea table in a rage, kicked off the table legs and used them as a stick, pointing at Yuan Shoucheng and cursing:

"You liar, you devil! Not only is it raining at the wrong time today, but it's also raining an extra seven inches! And you're still sitting in a dangerous position! Leave now, and I'll spare your life!"

Xia Zhiming frowned and asked, "How much?"

Xiao Qingxin's pupils widened: "Seven inches?"

When the Dragon King of Jinghe heard this, he immediately turned the stick in his hand, pointed at the two men and cursed: "You don't know what you are talking about. Give it to me..."

Xia Zhiming raised his eyebrows.

Xiao Qingxin tilted her head.

"Jinghe Dragon King!!!"

Seeing this, Yuan Shoucheng quickly shouted, interrupting him and shifting the attention to himself. He shouted coldly, "You have violated the Jade Emperor's decree, changed the time, and increased the number of rains. You will definitely go to the Dragon Slaying Platform tomorrow, and you are still scolding me?"

When the Dragon King of Jinghe heard him say his name and saw that he knew he had violated the Heavenly Law, he was immediately horrified. He quickly dropped his stick and bowed, saying, "Sir, I... I was confused for a moment. I hope you can save me."

Yuan Shoucheng waved his sleeves and said, "Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, you will be executed by Wei Zheng, the official in charge of the civil service. If you wish to spare your life, you must go to the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li. Wei Zheng is his prime minister. If you ask him for a favor, you can be safe."

"Sir... I... I..." The Dragon King of Jinghe River was panicked and spoke incoherently.

Yuan Shoucheng glanced at Xia Zhiming, who was quietly drinking tea beside him, and glared at him, "Hurry up and go!"

"Mr. Xie..."

The Dragon King of Jinghe River wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hand, said goodbye and walked out the door. Just as he was about to take a step, he saw that two of the three stone steps at the door had been flooded.

Seeing this, the Dragon King's body shook and he froze in place.

He didn't dare to make any big movements when it rained, but he was the only one who knew the rainfall amount. In order to prevent Yuan Shoucheng from denying it, he deliberately made it rain more. When he descended from the clouds, he went straight to the fortune-telling shop. He didn't expect that Chang'an was now flooded.

But now the damage was done, and he had no other choice but to walk down the steps into the water. His figure flashed, leaving a dragon shadow in the water, which quickly disappeared.

In the fortune-telling shop, Xia Zhiming rubbed the dazed face of the girl in his arms, turned to look at Yuan Shoucheng who was silent beside him, and asked with a smile: "You didn't let him finish just now, were you trying to protect him?"

Yuan Shoucheng bowed awkwardly and said, "It's just a fight of pride. Why fight to the death?"

"What about the truth?"

"Keeping the Dragon King who has something to hold over him and who cannot be removed will be of great use to our Tang Dynasty." Yuan Shoucheng said seriously!

Xia Zhiming was amused when he heard this and asked with a smile: "Where did you get this bureaucratic style from?"

"I used to be the prefect of Ruizhou." Yuan Shoucheng said embarrassedly.

"This matter has reached the ears of Heaven. Forget it. It cannot be saved."

"Is there any other way?"

Xia Zhiming thought for a moment and then jokingly said, "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva is also in Chang'an City. If you can figure out the Bodhisattva's whereabouts, you should be able to protect him."

"Can the Immortal help me?"

"That's a nice thought, but no, I haven't lived enough."

"!!!"

Chapter 183 Be careful with your words.

In the fortune-telling shop, Xia Zhiming casually put down his teacup and said with a smile, "The art of fortune-telling is to see the subtle but not the big picture. Don't try to imitate the Dragon King of the Jing River."

Yuan Shoucheng was horrified when he heard this, and he bowed and said, "Thank you for your advice, Immortal."

Although he had the ability to seek divination from immortals, he was limited by his vision and could not see the full picture of the incident. Now that he had been reminded by others, he naturally understood that this was not a matter he could interfere in. Unfortunately, he knew it a little too late, and now the Dragon King might have gone to find King Tang.

Thinking of this, Yuan Shoucheng was immediately annoyed and beat his chest and stamped his feet, feeling that he had made a big mistake.

"Nothing serious will happen, it's just adding to your troubles."

Xia Zhiming chuckled and shook his head, picked up the soft little girl in his arms, and without waiting for him to ask, he stood up and stood at the door of the fortune-telling shop, and saw -

The flood flooded the city and turned the streets into rivers.

Houses collapsed and the people were in tears among the rubble.

The crying child is in the mother's arms, and the old and weak are leaning against the door.

Homes are broken, dreams are hard to come true, and where is the livelihood?

Summary: A vast ocean, too much water can cause disasters.

Seeing this, Xia Zhiming lowered his eyebrows and looked at Xiao Qingxin in his arms. He saw her raise her hand and make a gesture, golden light flashed on her fingertips, her eyes rolled around but she quickly dissipated the magic, and looked at him lovingly.

"Why is the king looking at me?" Xia Zhiming chuckled and teased.

Xiao Qingxin raised her hand and pinched his ear, snorting softly, "This king cannot bear to see this. Make the evil water recede immediately!"

"Okay, okay," Xia Zhiming said happily, "I will follow the king's orders!"

After saying that, Xia Zhiming raised his hand and pinched the girl's tender cheek. As soon as his mind moved, he saw -

The collapsed eaves are just a dream, and the surging flood gradually disappears.

The body and the Tao are combined into the sage's art, and the Yuanshi True Scripture is infinitely wonderful.