I am the younger brother of twins. My brother has been taught by a Taoist priest since he was a child that it was the Ziweixing star that came to the world.
In order to prevent me from sharing his luck, my parents believed the slander and threw me into Suolongjing.
The only person keeping me company down the well was a dying old dragon.
Many years later, there was a severe drought. As the chosen son, my brother went to the altar to pray for rain. All the people knelt down and worshiped. My parents felt honored in the audience.
Suddenly the sky darkened and a giant dragon rose into the sky. On top of the dragon's head stood me who had already died.
I looked at the frightened family members on the altar and slowly said: I heard that you are asking me for rain?
