You Were Asked to Make Artificial Rainfall, and You Called the Dragon King?

"Taoist Priest, now we have to pay attention to science. Artificial rainfall cannot be achieved by burning a few talismans." There was a severe drought in the area, and the Meteorological Bureau failed to artificially increase rainfall three times in a row. In order to appease the masses, they invited a young Taoist priest to organize a folk rain prayer performance. Everyone thought Zhang Xuanxiao was just here for a formality. But as soon as he arrived at the work site, he asked the staff to remove the rain-enhancing truck. "This bullet cannot be fired." "The honor guard of the Water Palace is shocked. Not a drop of rain will fall tonight." The expert laughed angrily on the spot. Netizens even ridiculed the Meteorological Bureau for seeking medical attention in a hurry and even believing that a Taoist priest could pray for rain. Zhang Xuanxiao did not explain, he just set down the altar and burned incense. Where there is no wind, the windsocks turn simultaneously. Under the clear sky, thunder echoed across the reservoir. Dark clouds gathered all over the sky, but lingered over the dry area. Just when everyone thought the ritual had failed, Zhang Xuanxiao suddenly looked at the factory in the distance. "The water veins are polluted, and the Dragon King is not affected by this." "Seal the dark platoon." "Pindao, I'll ask you one more time."