This sentence perfectly hit the Dragon King's sore spot.
When Jiang Lin came out of the Dragon Palace, the Dragon King of the East China Sea had already sent secret letters to several other Dragon Kings.
Jiang Lin came to his palace and asked Huaiyin and others to do something.
We should also thank the Heavenly Court for setting the rule that one day in heaven equals one year on earth in order to show that it is superior to ordinary people.
Even if the golden-armored god of war went back to file a complaint, the time it took for Heaven to send more troops would be enough for Jiang Lin to do a lot of things.
Following the methods of the Heavenly Court, a rumor soon spread in Chentang Pass.
The Heavenly Court despised Chentang Pass and had no intention of caring about them.
In other words, it is impossible for rain to fall in Chentang Pass.
But the dragon clan of the East China Sea can control the clouds and rain.
The people who were forced into a desperate situation spontaneously went to the coast of the East China Sea to pray for rain.
"Sir, we have spread the news throughout Chentang Pass as you requested. Now, many people on the East Sea coast have been waiting for many days."
Jiang Lin: “Yeah.”
Qingluo couldn't bear it: "Dad, will you give them rain? The people are so pitiful."
Jiang Lin touched her head and said, "Yes, but you need to wait a little longer."
A glimmer of hope in a desperate situation is extremely precious.
Jiang Lin doesn't think he is a good person. He is not helping mortals, he wants to make a deal with them.
He protected these mortals with the purpose of using human luck to avoid disaster.
Half a month later, the Third Prince of Long appeared on the coast of the East China Sea.
The people of Chentang Pass who were suffering here pleaded: "Third Prince, please save us!"
"If it doesn't rain, we really won't be able to survive."
Jiang Lin said softly: "In fact, I said it last time that the dragon clan needs the will of the heaven to make it rain. If I make it rain privately, the heaven will sentence me to death."
As soon as he said this, many people around him had flickering expressions, and many others looked ashamed.
It's not surprising. No matter which ethnic group, there are always selfish people.
Even though they know that the dragon clan will be guilty of a crime if they bring rain, many people would choose the latter over their own death.
"Well," Jiang Lin said calmly, "Chentangguan has been worshipping the Dragon King Temple for so many years, the dragon clan should also protect your peace."
He smiled and said loudly: "What happened today was all done by Ao Bing alone. It has nothing to do with the East Sea Dragon Clan!"
He turned around and looked at the mortals who were looking up at him, and said with a smile: "Everyone, if Ao Bing is convicted in the future, please plead for Ao Bing in front of the Heavenly Court."
After he said this, without looking at the expressions of those mortals, he changed into the form of a dragon, let out a long roar, and floated up into the clouds.
But in a moment, the sky darkened and the sound of thunder was heard.
The silver-white dragon tumbles in the clouds, and its majestic steps can occasionally be seen.
Click.
Bean-sized raindrops hit the people on the beach.
They stared blankly at the heavy rain that had not been seen for a long time.
Jiang Lin even mixed some spiritual energy of the Nine Spirit Technique into the rain, which quickly moistened the dry and cracked soil, and the buds of life had quietly been planted under the barren land.
Someone shouted from somewhere in the crowd, "Thank you, Long San Taizi, for saving my life!"
One call brings a hundred responses.
Everyone knelt in the rain, looking at the dragon in the sky.
The rain in Chentang Pass lasted for three days.
Such movements cannot be hidden from the Heavenly Court.
Upon hearing that Ao Bing was seeking death, the Heavenly Court was not angry at his disobedience and presumptuous behavior, but was extremely happy. They dispatched a large number of heavenly soldiers and generals to descend on Chentang Pass.
On that day, a large number of heavenly soldiers stood above Chentang Pass, blocking out the sky and the sun, and countless people saw it.
The Heavenly Court thought that the East China Sea would resist, but unexpectedly the Third Prince and his dragon stood up alone and cooperated very well.
The leading god implied that the dragon clan had indeed lost their spirit and had become so cowardly.
Jiang Lin finally saw the legendary South Gate of Heaven and Lingxiao Palace.
Sitting on the high throne were two gods whose descriptions were indistinct.
He was forced to kneel down.
Jiang Lin said calmly: "I am a direct descendant of the Dragon Ancestor. If I ask you to kneel unwillingly, can you bear it?"
"How dare you, little boy!" The figure on the throne was furious, his voice like thunder, "Push him down to the scaffold and behead him!"
Various looks came from both sides.
There was confusion, jokes, and ridicule.
There were also a few gods who saw that Jiang Lin remained calm until this moment, and they felt a rare sense of appreciation in their hearts. Of course, they did not dare to show it casually.
It’s not that Jiang Lin is not really afraid of death.
On the contrary, he really didn't want to die.
The reason why he could act so calm was simply because he knew he was just doing his job.
He was gambling, gambling on his own idea.
If you win the bet, many subsequent problems can be easily solved.
Even though he lost, he still had a trick up his sleeve.
Even though things will be much more difficult in the future, it is not really necessary to just sit there and wait to be killed.
The sharp guillotine on the execution platform flashed a cold light.
The one in charge of the execution was the Giant Spirit God. He looked at Jiang Lin and sighed, "Third Prince, why did you go against the will of heaven and fall to such a state for the sake of insignificant mortals?"
He is an old god in heaven, and he had witnessed the glory of the dragon clan when he was in obscurity, so he couldn't help but sigh at this moment.
Jiang Lin smiled slightly and asked, "In your eyes, mortals are nothing but ants and tools, right?"
The giant spirit said in a muffled voice: "No matter what it is, it is not worth it to harm yourself for them."
Jiang Lin thought to himself: No matter whether the Third Prince Long violated the Heavenly Court or not, those gods still want to send him to the execution platform.
He said nothing more and closed his eyes to rest.
The giant spirit didn't say anything when he saw this, he just waited quietly with his knife in hand.
"The time has come." The giant spirit suddenly said.
He said to Jiang Lin: "Don't worry, Third Prince. My knife is very sharp and will not cause you any pain."
"Thank you. But that doesn't sound like it would make me happy." Jiang Lin said.
The giant spirit stopped talking and raised the knife in his hand high.
A cold knife flashed across Jiang Lin's eyes.
His expression was calm, but his hand in his sleeve was forming a magical gesture.
If in case...
"Hmm?" The giant spirit paused.
Jiang Lin breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why can't my knife fall down?" The giant spirit looked at the knife in his hand in horror.
Jiang Lin turned his head to take a look, and the spiritual power of the Nine Spirits Art gathered in his eyes.
He could see that thin golden threads as light as cow hair gathered into silk threads, coming continuously from under the heaven and landing in front of him.
—Blocked the giant god’s knife.
Looking down, beneath the sea of clouds is the inconspicuous Chentang Pass, which has never been ignored by the Heavenly Court.
He won the bet.