In the end, the Great Sage broke the rules.

Chapter 169 Three Years Without Rain

On this scorching day, Chen Yi and his disciples trekked through a difficult journey until they reached a desolate place.

The land was barren, and the air was thick with dry, scorching heat, making it feel incredibly stifling and oppressive.

Pigsy's round body was already soaked with sweat, and large beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead and running down his cheeks.

He trudged along with heavy steps, muttering to himself, "Oh dear, have we walked back to the Flaming Mountains? Why is it so hot!"

Sun Wukong carried the adorable Eleven on his back. Upon hearing Uncle Pig's complaints, the little guy immediately stretched out his chubby little hand and handed over the small fan that Sun Wukong had made for him.

She said in a childish voice, "Uncle Pig, I'll fan you with this fan so you can feel cooler."

Seeing this, Pigsy quickly waved his hand and replied with a smile, "No need, no need, dear Eleven, Uncle Pig isn't hot."

However, his flushed face and rapid breathing clearly betrayed his true feelings.

Eleven blinked her big, bright eyes, her little face full of confusion.

Uncle Pig was just complaining about how hot it was, but now he says it's not hot anymore? That's strange.

However, since Uncle Pig didn't want the fan, I was quite happy about it.

So he happily waved his small fan and started fanning Sun Wukong.

Chen Yi, who had been watching her son closely, felt a pang of heartache when she saw fine beads of sweat on Eleven's forehead.

He whispered to Eleven, "Baby, why don't we go inside the space? It's not hot there."

To everyone's surprise, Eleven shook her head firmly and refused without hesitation, saying, "Dad, I'm not hot at all! I can manage."

Hearing his son's words, Chen Yi had no choice but to say, "Okay, if you really can't stand the heat, be sure to tell your dad."

Eleven beamed a bright smile and sweetly replied, "Dad, Eleven knows!"

After saying that, he continued to wave the small fan in his hand, bringing everyone a slight but warm coolness.

Not long after, the six of them finally found a family to stay with, but the family was destitute, with only an old man and a child living together.

Seeing this, Jiang Liuer felt pity and inquired about the old man's family situation.

It turns out the old man had a daughter and son-in-law, but they went to the market in Fengxian County three years ago and never came back.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Liuer was puzzled. Why was the local people living in such poverty when the place was not far from Mount Ling?

Jiang Liuer also asked, "Old benefactor, why are the people here living in such poverty?"

The old man said helplessly, "Our area used to have good weather and abundant harvests, but for some reason, there hasn't been a drop of rain in the last three years. The crops in the fields have all dried up, and the people have no choice but to live off tree bark and grass roots."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Liuer felt a surge of compassion. He looked up at Sun Wukong and asked expectantly, "Wukong, can't you summon wind and rain? Can you send down a heavy rain to save the people here?"

Sun Wukong pursed his lips slightly, thought for a moment, and then replied, "Master, this matter of rain is not so simple."

"A heavy rain alone probably won't be enough to make crops grow in the fields. Let's make plans again when we get to Fengxian County."

After listening to this, Jiang Liuer thought about it carefully and felt that what Sun Wukong said made sense, so he stopped insisting.

After all, a single rain shower cannot completely solve the predicament faced by the people.

So he nodded slightly: "Alright, I'll do as you say."

The next morning, before the sun had fully risen, the master and his disciples packed their bags and prepared to continue their journey westward.

Just as they were about to leave, Chen Yi took out a heavy bag of rice from his spatial storage.

He slowly walked up to the old man, placed the grain in front of him, and said softly, "Old man, please accept this rice and flour. It's not much, but it will help you get through some difficult times."

Seeing this, Little Eleven quickly ran over, blinked his bright eyes, took out a tiger statue from his small cloth bag, and stuffed it into the old man's grandson's hand.

"Here you go, brother."

The little boy looked at the wooden carving in his hand, smiled shyly, and whispered, "Thank you, little brother..."

Eleven grinned and said, "Brother, you don't need to be so polite."

Seeing this, the old man was moved to tears, and said in a choked voice, "Thank you so much, my benefactor! Thank you so much for your great kindness!"

"Without your help, my grandson and I really don't know how we would have gotten through these hard times..."

As he spoke, he was about to pull his young grandson down to kneel and kowtow to Chen Yi and the others to express his gratitude.

Upon seeing this, Chen Yi quickly stepped forward, reached out his hands to help the old man up, and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Please don't do this! Old man, please get up quickly. We only did our little bit of help."

"These hard times will pass soon. You should take good care of your grandson and live a good life."

After saying that, he gently patted the old man's shoulder and offered a few words of comfort.

Afterwards, the master and his apprentices waved goodbye to the old man and turned to walk away into the rising sun.