Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 142: Spoiler

"Put your heart in your belly, if it doesn't rain tomorrow at noon, I will accompany you to lose your head, old man." After he smiled, he continued to comfort a few words: "I know who your master is. I don't dare to say anything else, the old man. I will take my turn to pray for the rain. The great master of the world, Xu Fu, is the first, and if the old man is the third, no one dares to recognize the second."

While speaking, Gui Bugui casually pointed at Dong Qichao. Then I saw a rumbling sound suddenly sounded in the house, and then it started to rain heavily in the house. This rain only kept falling on Dong Qichao's head alone, no matter how Dong Zhenren dodged, he could not escape the downpour above his head.

After seeing Dong Qichao's ability to convince himself, he did not return to accept the spell. Let him go to the palace and ask the emperor for an order to open the altar at 3:00 noon tomorrow...

Seeing that Dong Qichao actually said that he would ask for rain at 3:00 o'clock tomorrow, and if it didn't rain within a quarter of an hour, he would hand over the head to cross. Zhao Guangyi didn't even think that when he saw that the protector of the country, who was sealed on the face of the monk Guangxiao, only asked for a quarter of an hour, it seemed that he had enough.

The emperor naturally wants to be accurate in this matter, and now he aims to build a dharma platform in front of the city gate of Bianliang City. Prepare to worship the gods, five animals and respond to things, and then wait to watch the fun at 3:30 tomorrow afternoon. If the rain didn't come down, it would be Dong Qichao's demonic Taoism that brought disaster to the country and the people, and killed him to vent his anger for the people.

In the blink of an eye, at noon the next day, Dong Qichao brought his four Taoist priests to the altar early. He was invited to rest in the pavilion next to the altar, and only waited for him to ascend to the altar to pray for rain after the hour. This Dong Zhenren was wearing gossip fairy clothes, and there was an immortal air in his gestures. The people who were watching the lively around had already created all kinds of legends for Dong Qichao in private. Of course, if there was no rain today, more legends would spread when he was beheaded.

Although Dong Zhenren is immortal, the four Taoist priests serving him are eccentric. One is old and the other is young, one is reckless and the other is white-faced. It's a pity that Dong Qichao is such a big protector of the country, why did he find such four little Taoist priests to serve him? Look at the Taoist priests who protect the country and laugh at their opponents, and then look at the three of the four Taoist priests who ignore him...

Just after noon, the current emperor Zhao Guangyi came to the altar in person. After instructing Dong Zhenren, His Majesty the Emperor personally handed him over to the altar. Then the four disciples brought by Dong Zhen stood in the four directions of Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, and Xuanwu.

In the blink of an eye, it was three quarters of noon, when Dong Qichao began to close his eyes and read a spell that no one could understand. After reciting a few spells, Dong Zhenren grabbed a spell on the altar. While chanting words in his mouth, he lit the candle light from the spell in his hand cleanly.

At the same time that the spell was burned to ashes, a violent wind suddenly blew up on the street where there was no wind. The people who were still talking about it at first kept their mouths, and those who didn't believe that Dong Qichao had the ability to ask for rain also kept their mouths. I was thinking in my heart that once I really asked for the rain to come down, I would kowtow a few more times to atone for my sins.

Not only these commoners, but even the emperor who was sitting in the first place below began to be surprised. Maybe he had misunderstood. This Dong Qichao is still a bit virtuous...

After seeing the strong wind blowing, Dong Qichao also had a bottom in his heart. At the moment, he burned the second spell, and was burned to ashes along with this spell. The originally clear sky began to stop until black clouds flew over, but in just a moment, the thick dark clouds had completely shrouded the sky of Bianliang City. Bianliang City now seems to be in the dark night. Looking at the strong wind and the dark clouds, anyone who sees it will think that there will be a pouring rain anytime, anywhere.

At this moment, Dong Qichao felt confident when he saw Fengyunjihui. When I picked up the third avenue spell and was about to ignite it, I suddenly heard a voice from behind: "Don't burn the third spell... there will be trouble..."

Dong Qichao was stunned after hearing the words of returning home. He couldn't help listening to his teacher's words. He immediately put the spell that he had picked up and put it back on the table, and then sat on the ground and started reciting scriptures that no one could understand. If someone can approach at this time, they can clearly hear what Dong Qichao said: "Teacher respect... It's almost time... There is a score, but there is no score... If there is no score, let's run..."

At this moment, the gust of wind suddenly changed direction, blowing away the dark clouds over Bianliang City. Seeing the torrential rain that was about to break out, it was instantly turned into nothing. At this time, the people who saw the wind and the rudder were talking: "It doesn't work... Do you see? The surname Dong is not good at this? There are wind and clouds. I just can't control it, why can't I control it? God doesn't do it, this is a disaster brought down by God, and he can beg rain for a mere mortal?"

Finally seeing the emperor here, these gossip folks dare not offend the emperor, so they can only use the guardian of the country on the altar to point and scold Huai.

At this time, Zhao Guangyi also had a murderous look on his face. He didn't listen to the sundial that brought the time calculation. As long as it is past noon, they will use Dong Qichao's head to scare these people. If anyone dares to talk nonsense, they will continue to use their heads to sacrifice to the sky until these people are afraid.

Seeing that it was almost three quarters of noon, the dark clouds in the sky completely dissipated. The sun shines down again, and now it looks like it's going to rain.

At this moment, Wu Mian, who was standing behind Dong Qichao, suddenly said, "Just say something, let me go down and subdue demons... I'll go down and find that person."

"That's disrespectful...`" Dong Qichao pointed to the place where the people gathered the most, and suddenly shouted, "What kind of evildoer dares to obstruct this real person from casting spells! How can you go to live for him, disciple, for your teacher? ..."

Dong Qichao shouted, but Wu Mian didn't see any movement behind him. He glanced back and saw that the white-haired elder was squinting at him. Sorry, I just said the wrong thing. This white-haired man refused to give in and temporarily became his apprentice...

Just when Dong Qichao was in a dilemma, his teacher behind him said: "For the sake of so many people suffering, you have to work hard. Dong Qichao is a child who doesn't know how to speak..."

The white-haired man walked out from behind, nodded slightly to Dong Qichao, and said, "De Ling..." Wu Mian's body suddenly disappeared in place. In an instant, he appeared at the place where the people on the opposite side were gathering, and in his hand, he conjured up a long sword that looked like an autumn water, and slashed at one of the short, chubby men.

The short, fat man said "Ah!", and it was too late to turn around and try to escape. Immediately, a black gas spewed out of his palm, trying to hold Wu Mian's hand.

Although Zhan Kun at this time does not recognize this opponent very much, he is completely unwilling to release his power. However, the power of Wu Mian's slashing of this sword was not trivial. It directly dispelled the black energy in the short and fat man's hand, and even cut off his arm.

Just when the man fell to the ground and couldn't stop crying, Gui Bugui said at the altar: "Burn the spell, it's almost noon..."

One sentence reminded Dong Qichao, he directly picked up the last spell, and the moment it was ignited in mid-air, a thunderstorm struck down, and then the dark clouds came up again, followed by the pea-sized raindrops crackling. fell to the ground.

It hasn't rained for several months, but now the heavy rain has suddenly fallen, and the people of Bianliang City began to cheer. Then, under the leadership of several people, he rushed under the altar in the heavy rain, and knelt down to Dong Qichao who was busy casting the last spell.

At the time of this incident, Wu Mian carried the fat man covered in blood and walked to the altar. He fell heavily to the ground.