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The sky was gloomy and covered with dark clouds. It was raining heavily. The rain and fog enveloped the entire "Bixi Town", making it look hazy.

A burst of rapid gong sounds rang out throughout Bixi Town, and then the whole town suddenly became bustling.

"There's a flood! There's a flood!"

A man wearing a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat kept beating a gong as he walked along the bluestone road in Bixi Town, shouting, "Heilongkou is flooding! Heilongkou is flooding!"

As the man's shouts echoed throughout Bixi Town, the residents of Bixi Town panicked and ran to the door with their children to watch.

Some people were even discussing with each other:

"Is it coming again?"

"Is the Black Dragon Immortal coming again?"

"Daddy, what is the Black Dragon Immortal?"

"Don't ask nonsense questions, kid. Mom, go get everything ready. I'll get my raincoat. Looks like we have to go into the mountains to avoid the water again."

At this time, the village head, wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, walked through the streets and alleys with an umbrella, saying, "What are you all still standing there for? Hurry up and pack up your things and go into the mountains. The flood in Heilongkou is coming."

As soon as the headman finished speaking, the water level of the stream that ran through the middle of Bixi Town suddenly increased, and it rose to the same level as the embankments on both sides.

At this time, a young man holding an umbrella hurried over and said, "It's bad news, mayor. The stream has risen sharply and the small stone bridge is about to be flooded."

The village head was shocked when he heard this. The small stone bridge was the only passage from Bixi Town to the north mountain, but there were no high mountains to the south of the small stone bridge, and it would be completely flooded by the flood.

"Hurry, hurry up and leave!" the village head shouted, "Go and tell everyone to leave quickly and don't take any extra things with you."

Soon, the people of Bixi Town began to flee their homes in panic. Some of them even didn't bring umbrellas and raincoats with them. At this time, the flood had overflowed the embankment, and the entire Bixi Town was filled with knee-deep muddy water.

The adults carried the children on their backs. The children had never seen such a scene before and were so scared that they started crying loudly.

The heavy rain, floods and children's crying intertwined together, filling Bixi Town with an atmosphere of oppression and fear.

When more than a thousand people from Bixi Town gathered at the small stone bridge, they found that the road leading to the small stone bridge had been occupied by extremely turbulent water.

Because the road leading to the small stone bridge is relatively low and requires going down a flight of stairs, the water in the town is only knee-deep, but the water on the road leading to the small stone bridge is waist-deep and extremely turbulent.

The head of the village sent a tall young man to explore the way, but as soon as the young man went down, he was washed away by the rushing flood. Even if he was holding a hemp rope in his hand, it was useless as he was directly washed away by the waves.

As soon as the young man was washed away, his family immediately burst into wails. The people rushed to rescue him, but found that the young man had been washed away more than a hundred meters away.

In an instant, all the people were in despair, and some women even began to sob in suppressed and low voices.

The village head said with a pale face: "This flood came so hard and fast, it's completely different from previous floods. Why is it like this?"

From the words of the village head, it can be heard that this is not the first time that Bixi Town has experienced such a flood, but the previous ones were not so severe.

"Ah?! Look." At this moment, someone screamed in surprise. The headman turned his head hurriedly and saw that the young man who had been washed away had actually surfaced and was slowly approaching the shore.

Everyone looked towards the shore and saw a Taoist priest wearing a conical hat, soaked by the rain, with a black bag on his shoulder, dragging the young man towards the shore with a rattan stick.

The young man in the water had choked on water more than a dozen times, but his desire to survive told him that he must hold on to the vine tightly, as this was his only chance of survival.

Soon the young man was pulled ashore by Fang Jian. After getting ashore, the young man was still in shock. The Taoist priest slapped him on the head three times, and in an instant his soul returned to its place. The young man immediately vomited a stream of turbid river water.

The young man's family rushed over quickly. They first looked at the young man, and then immediately bowed to the Taoist priest to express their gratitude.

The Taoist priest was Fang Jian. He glanced at the small stone bridge that was half submerged. At this time, the village head also walked up to Fang Jian.

"Thank you, Taoist priest, for your help. We are very grateful." The village head bowed to Fang Jian.

Fang Jian waved his hand and said to the head of the village, "Do you often have floods like this here?"

The village head said, "Yes, sometimes it happens once every three years, sometimes once every five years, and sometimes once every ten years, but never before has the flood been as severe as today. We were completely unable to react in time."

Fang Jian asked, "Since floods are so frequent, why don't you move?"

The village head was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "It's hard to leave your hometown."

Fang Jian asked, "Do you have a land god here?"

The village head was a little confused when he heard this, and then shook his head and said, "No."

Fang Jian asked again, "Is there a mountain god?"

Village head: “No.”

Fang Jian: "Is there a water god?"

Village head: “None.”

Fang Jian nodded slightly and said, "Then do you know where this water comes from?"

The village head said, "We know this. It comes from the Black Dragon's Mouth upstream."

"Black Dragon's Mouth?" Fang Jian smiled faintly upon hearing the name. "From the name, could it be that there is a black dragon there?"

The head of the village was stunned for a moment, then looked around, but in the end he didn't dare to say anything.

At this moment, everyone felt that the water under their feet had risen again. It was originally knee-deep, but now it had risen to the middle of the thighs in a short while.

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