Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

The camp was bustling with activity.

Blacksmiths and craftsmen were producing stone slabs in batches. Boats were carrying stones from the Blackwater River and continuously delivering them to the camp. When they came out, the stones had become neatly stacked stone slabs.

Liang Qu sighed as he walked through the stone area.

It actually took three spirit fishes to transform the vortex into the vortex palace. Such a huge expense was simply out of reach.

With so many water essences, it would be better to evolve into a water king ape earlier and roam the lake. It might be a bit troublesome.

Liang Qu put aside his troubled thoughts and looked back at the Blackwater River.

The construction of Qiugong Dike was in an orderly manner.

With the help of the soldiers, the two new left and right water rule monuments were lifted with brackets and slowly inserted into the riverbed, turning into reefs in the river that stood firm and withstood the scouring of the water.

The waves surged, leaving dark tide marks, and the dark line was three feet lower than the warning water level on the water rule monument.

Everything was stable and improving.

Perhaps before the weather gets cold, the tide in Huazhu County will completely recede.

…

In the evening, Pingyang County Government Office.

Jian Zhongyi looked through the flood report sent to him, with a sigh on his face.

“First the ghost mother, then the flood, I really don’t know when Huazhu County can recover. It is really a year of great disasters.”

The yamen runner brought a candlestick and hurriedly said, “Your Excellency cares about the people, which is a blessing for the people.”

Jian Zhongyi shook his head: “Go down.”

The yamen runner was stunned, not knowing what he said wrong, put down the candlestick, and left angrily.

“Not only him, all of you go down.”

The yamen runners on duty were confused and left.

In the government office, Jian Zhongyi handled official business alone.

As night fell, candlelight replaced the skylight.

The government office was quiet, so quiet that you could hear the faint sound of wind passing through the grass.

In the middle of the night, Jian Zhongyi closed the documents, took the candlestick and returned to the house, moved the bookshelf in the study, took a long detour, and pushed the door in.

The candle flame was suppressed by the wind, and the dark red wall flashed with light and shadow. When the candle flame stabilized, it reflected the reflections of several lotus flowers.

The strong smell of lamp oil filled the secret room.

In this small underground room, there were hundreds of candles burning.

Countless wax melted and dripped down the candlestick into the iron bucket, solidifying into a thick layer of white fat.

The monk dressed in red silk closed his eyes and sat on the lotus platform to recite scriptures. Light yellow sweat slid down from his temples and stuck to the rosary. The long earlobe with a gold pendant did not move.

In front of the lotus seat, the palm-sized bone bowl showed a translucent white jade texture. As the monk recited the scriptures, the bone bowl became more and more crystal clear.

Jian Zhongyi sat on the long table next to the monk, took out the book, and studied the secret collection.

For a long time.

The scriptures stopped chanting.

"Huazhu County flooded, was it you who did it?"

Jian Zhongyi put down the document: "Master, what you said is wrong, how could it be me? Someone stood on the edge of the cliff by himself, can we blame the mountain wind in the valley for blowing him down?"

The monk was silent.

"How did you do it..."

"I can't do it." Jian Zhongyi closed the book, "There are many people standing on the cliff, there is a mountain wind in the valley, the foot is unstable, don't blame others."

The candlelight is dim.

The monk opened his eyes, and his pupils were filled with resentment from the deepest part of his soul.

"I am a poor monk walking in the world, you are the most vicious and cruel!"

Jian Zhongyi leaned back on the chair: "Didn't the master say that I am a good seed for practicing Buddhism?"

The monk closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Jian Zhongyi took out a picture album from the drawer, flipped a few pages, and the pictures and information emerged one by one.

Liang Qu, dragon tendons and tiger bones, learned from the great martial arts master Yang Dongxiong, and the eighth-rank Hebo of Hebo, was given a great title and a fifth-rank dragon blood horse.

Qi Hongyuan, glass bones, learned from the great martial arts master Fei Baosu, and the sixth-rank Xingti of the Demon Hunting Division...

Guan Congjian, four-elephant twisted bones, learned from...

After flipping through the book, Jian Zhongyi closed the album and placed it on the flickering candlelight.

The flames licked the corners of the pages, and a large piece of black charcoal ash was reflected in the orange light, gradually spreading upwards. In a blink of an eye, the whole album was completely ignited and burning.

The pages burned out, the flames faded, Jian Zhongyi loosened his fingertips, a few ashes floated, he came to the monk, and looked down from above.

"It is good to be born with martial bones, but how can it compare to the master who has been immersed in Buddhism for many years?"

The monk did not move.

However, the scarlet brain that had lost its skull and was exposed was beating more and more violently.

There were ravines everywhere, and blood was everywhere.

The bone bowl in front of the lotus platform was as clean as glass.

Jian Zhongyi respectfully held up the bowl.

"Thank you for the ritual instruments, Master. I am just missing one thing, so...

I would like to borrow your leg bone!"

The monk suddenly opened his eyes, and the cloudy whites of his eyes were covered with blood.

...

On the tenth day after the breach, the flood in Huazhu County subsided slightly.

Huaiyin Prefecture sent some supplies and manpower.

In addition, Jian Zhongyi, the county magistrate of Pingyang County, came with his county government team to participate in the disaster relief, and expressed his full authority to obey Yu Dayi's dispatch.

Yu Dayi showed great gratitude and treated everyone to a banquet that day. During the banquet, he was very grateful for the eight thousand silver taels donated by Jian Zhongyi.

Jian Zhongyi declined repeatedly, indicating that everyone should contribute to the natural disaster.

As a result, some wicked person took the lead during the banquet, saying that they would take Jian Zhongyi as an example, donate money together, and respond in large numbers.

Liang Qu had no choice but to donate 300 taels.

The 18th day after the dam broke.

It was late September and the weather was getting colder.

Five hundred galloping warriors and a large number of craftsmen, blacksmiths and supplies came from Nanzhili to reinforce, and some court officials also came on board.

Wei Lin pulled himself out of the rescue line in Huazhu County and greeted him with Xu Yuelong.

The officials of Nanzhili lived up to expectations and brought a very good news. The court thought carefully and decided to exempt Huazhu County from tax for three years!

A shot of undoubtedly anti-flood booster, under the promotion of Yu Dayi, the news spread throughout Huazhu County within a day.

The people praised benevolence.

The 25th day after the dam broke.

The resettlement and evacuation of disaster victims, the construction of dams, the rescue of rice, the renovation of medical clinics... everything went on in an orderly manner.

In the evening of that day, at the invitation of several adults in Nanzhili, all officials above the seventh rank gathered together for dinner, narrated and summarized, and discussed what to do next.

Liang Qu was qualified enough to sit in the back row and heard a lot of inside information and gossip.

The officials were most concerned about the fact that the riverbed of the Blackwater River deepened for no reason, resulting in a drop in the water level.

Several old men talked about it.

"I've never heard of it. I only know that the more siltation there is, like the Huangsha River, the entire lower reaches are almost all suspended rivers on the ground. I've never heard of a riverbed actively sinking."

"It's really strange. The riverbed nearby has deepened by more than ten feet, causing the water level to drop by three feet."

"Fortunately, there is a big drop from Huazhu County to Jiangling County, and the Black Water River branch is in Huaiyin, otherwise there would be no such effect."

Liang Qu, who was at the last seat, nodded.

That's right. The lower reaches of the Black Water River have a big drop in terrain, and the flow rate is fast on the straight road, which led to his miraculous effect of driving water away.

In the tent, a senior official stroked his beard and smiled, "Everyone, is this event a sign of good fortune? God can't bear the suffering of my Dashun people, so there is such a runoff? It seems that even the great epidemic has not happened?"

"Good fortune, I heard along the way that the people have the so-called red dragon fish appearing in the world? I wonder which hero got it?"