"Yes," Yun Yuan said, "Besides me, the Third Prince can also see it clearly. Is there anything wrong with this?"

Jiuli's expression was complicated. "Since Puling Temple appeared a thousand years ago, no one has been able to clearly see the appearance of the statue. It is precisely because of this that Puling Temple has always been shrouded in a veil of mystery, appearing mysterious and unpredictable."

Yun Yuan was stunned. Perhaps it was because of her unique cultivation method, but what about Xuanyuan Chengze? How could his mortal form see the divine statue so clearly? She was at a loss.

Jiuli's expression was solemn: "Perhaps the Third Prince, like Xiao Changan, was also someone appointed by God."

"Impossible." Yun Yuan shook her head without hesitation. "The Third Prince's attitude towards monsters is very different from Xiao Changan's. Even though he knew I was a monster, he always protected me and didn't treat me as an alien. I don't think they are in the same group."

Jiuli was silent.

Unable to figure out the reason, the topic returned to Xiao Changan.

Yun Yuan said, "I suspect Xiao Changan's true form is using the temple to gather faith. I want to seize his followers. Even if he returns a hundred years later, without faith and merit, he can't do anything and won't pose a threat to us."

Jiuli: "In that case, I'll let you be responsible for praying for rain this time. As long as you can successfully pray for rain under the eyes of thousands of people, they will be grateful and have deep respect and faith in you. At the same time, you will also accumulate a lot of merit."

Yun Yuan thought it was feasible. Although she was a demon, her chaotic body was still there, and her water spirit root could still be used. With her current ability of six tails, making it rain was not a problem.

But... Yun Yuan said, "You gave me the opportunity to collect merit and faith. What will you do?"

Jiuli leaned back lazily, looking very comfortable, or perhaps not at all concerned.

"I have been collecting faith for hundreds of years. I have saved lives, practiced medicine, taught, and worked as a wealthy businessman, building bridges and roads, benefiting the people of my area.

In recent years, I've become the Imperial Master, and have had countless opportunities to help others. I've already accumulated countless merits, so this achievement is insignificant and insignificant to me. As long as I can make it rain, I don't care who did it."

Yun Yuan looked at him with admiration. His perseverance was truly amazing as he could spend so much time and energy accumulating merit. She didn't know how he persisted. He must have some special belief supporting him.

Jiuli rubbed her head and took out a book and handed it to her: "This is the secret method of the witch clan. It contains the method of praying for rain. You can learn it. If you don't understand anything, ask me."

Yun Yuan took the book and began to study it. After traveling through so many dimensions, this was the first time she came into contact with witchcraft.

Different from the method of using water spirit roots to make it rain, the most important thing about the witch clan's magic is to communicate with heaven and earth, resonate with heaven and earth, and thus achieve one's own goals.

As it turned out, Yun Yuan learned everything very quickly, except swordsmanship. In a short while, she could communicate with heaven and earth and make it rain in a small area.

The sudden rain made the team cheer. Xuanyuan Chengyin rode over and said, "Jiuli, did you make a move?"

"No." Jiuli shook his head: "It's Yunyuan. I plan to let her take my place in this rain-praying ceremony."

"This..." Xuanyuan Chengyin hesitated: "According to the spies in Guimeng City, there are Taoist priests who also participated in this rain-praying ceremony. They want to outdo the imperial court in the rain-praying ceremony and show their ability.

His gaze fell on Yun Yuan. "If Miss Yun were to encounter something like this on her first try, wouldn't that be too much pressure? We should give her a chance to adapt and grow."

"Don't worry." Jiuli said, "With me here, she won't make any mistakes."

Xuanyuan Chengyin said nothing more. After years of knowing each other, he already understood Jiuli's temper. He also knew that as long as Jiuli promised something, no matter how difficult it was, it would always be achieved in the end.

So instead of having the time to make Jiuli change his mind, he might as well use it to do other things.

While the rain was still going on, Xuanyuan Chengyin quickly had someone set up an open-air shed for bathing. He couldn't stand not taking a bath for more than ten days.

As soon as Xuanyuan Chengyin left, Yun Yuan whispered to Jiuli:

"I was able to successfully communicate with heaven and earth. It seems the rules of heaven and earth haven't changed. It's possible that it's not the way of heaven that hates us. There must be something we don't know."

Jiuli: "We can only take it one step at a time."

The team continued walking for two days and met countless people who were displaced by the drought. Their faces were full of despair and helplessness.

As the number of refugees increased and their corpses appeared on the road, Xuanyuan Chengyin's face became increasingly solemn and he ordered his troops to speed up.

When the refugees with chapped lips and pale faces heard that the imperial teacher had come to pray for rain, they all followed the team with their families. Their faces were full of hope and expectation, as if they saw a glimmer of hope.

Finally, they arrived at the gate of Guimeng City. However, the guards at the gate stopped them from entering the city because they were worried about the refugees rioting.

The refugees were extremely anxious, they longed for the nourishment of rain. Their biggest wish now was to stand under the rain-praying platform, closer to the national master, so that the rain prayed by the national master could save their lives in the first place.

What if we are too far away and it stops raining in the distance?

"Let them in," Xuanyuan Chengyin said, "There's no time to lose. Notify the prefect and hold a rain-praying ceremony this afternoon."

Everyone cheered, their eyes full of hope. No more water could be pumped out of the well, and praying for rain was their last hope.

Someone looked up at the sky, worried. It was cloudless. Would the imperial teacher be able to pray for rain?

Xuanyuan Chengyin stood in the crowd, his eyes sweeping across everyone's face, as if conveying a kind of strength and hope.

His voice was gentle but firm: "Everyone, don't panic. Line up and enter the city. Your Highness has brought enough food and will arrange for people to distribute it to everyone."

While he was distributing food and maintaining order, he also had people set up stalls in open areas to cook porridge. After it was cooked, he personally scooped it up and distributed it to the refugees.

"Old man, be careful, it's hot.

Yun Yuan looked at Xuanyuan Chengyin and whispered to Jiuli, "The Crown Prince is compassionate and will definitely be a good emperor in the future."

Jiuli put his face in front of her, blocking her view, and asked her: "What about me?"

Yun Yuan reached out and touched his face: "The Imperial Master is both beautiful and talented, and his strength is outstanding. I am very satisfied."

Jiuli narrowed his eyes and suddenly opened his mouth to hold her finger.

Yun Yuan shuddered and quickly pulled her fingers away, saying angrily, "There are people outside. If someone sees you like this, how can you maintain your image?"

Jiuli threw her down and bit her beautiful lips: "They won't know."

"Jiuli..." Xuanyuan Chengyin opened the curtain and was stunned by the scene inside. He reacted quickly and lowered the curtain: "Sorry to bother you."

Yun Yuan was both embarrassed and angry, and kicked Jiuli out.

Jiuli flew out of the carriage and landed lightly on the ground. He was dressed in white and fluttered like a banished immortal. Everyone cheered.