Miaowangzhuang, a remote village more than 100 kilometers away from the mouth of the Yellow River. www.biquge.info Early in the morning, the village street was bustling, crowded with people, all of them looked excited, today is a big day that has been prepared for a long time and prays for rain.

Miaowangzhuang is surrounded by mountains on three sides and is relatively closed. After a whole night's work, most of the people in the village did not know the wonders of the Yellow River being staged, nor could they see the spectacular Kowloon water intake at the mouth of the sea.

In their eyes, the sky was still blue, and there were no clouds to be seen.

Of course, in addition to the majority, there are also a few well-informed people who have learned about the spectacle of the dragon king appearing at the mouth of the Yellow River, such as Feng Laosi, who likes to surf the Internet.

Feng Laosi was squeezed by people in his own village, and went to his buddy Erga in Miao Wangzhuang drunk, and happened to meet him here preparing to pray for rain. This is a good opportunity for Feng Laosi to prove himself, so he skillfully used Du Niang to collect a large number of information about the ancient rain prayer ceremony, and took the initiative to invite Ying to play the starring role in the rain prayer sacrifice.

Feng Laosi has a very bad reputation in Xiajiaping, but most of the people in Miao Wangzhuang don't know about it. Although they were ready to pray for rain, they were blind to the details, and Feng Laosi took the initiative to stand up, and what he said was the truth, which was unanimously supported by the villagers.

The sedan chair carrying the dragon king was originally made a day ago, and an offering table was set up in the small temple at the west end of the village, and the gongs and drums were beaten, and the prayer for rain was completed. But Feng Laosi shook his head, thinking that it was too simple and could not match the tall identity of the Dragon Lord. Since we want to do it, we must do it beautifully and decently.

Feng Laosi's idea is very grand, first of all, we must ask Mr. Feng Shui to compass to determine the auspicious position of the village, and make a nine-zhang, nine-foot-nine inch long earth dragon in the auspicious position, and then set up a four-way altar at the head of the village, plant eight trees, and sacrifice with three animals with wine. Then every household wears blue clothes, fasts for three days, faces the east, prays nine times a day, and sets dishes for toasting.

This is not over, it is necessary to use three-year-old roosters, three-year-old black pig cubs, to be slaughtered at the Sitong altar. Then place a basin of water in the south of the village, tie an old black pig in the north of the village, burn the pig's tail, and then bury the bones of the dead in the west gate......

In short, Feng Laosi completely copied the authentic rain prayer ceremony of the Han Dynasty.

After discussion in the whole village, it was unanimously agreed that except for a basin of clear water in the south of the village, it was impossible to do anything else. The reason is simple, there is no money......

The opportunity to pretend to be forced was denied in this way, but it made Feng Laosi sad. In the end, after some compromise, the ceremony was streamlined, and it was decided to put a basin of water in the south of the village, slaughter a rooster of unknown age in the north of the village, tie a spotted pig in the west of the village (tail is not allowed), and build a nine-story wooden frame in the east of the village.

Everything is ready, just wait for Feng Dashen stick to take the stage to pray for rain.

In fact, Feng Dashen couldn't pee this morning, his legs were straight and weak, and his heart was really unreasonable. But while he was squatting in the toilet, he browsed today's headlines - the dragon king of the Yellow River went out on patrol, and the wind thundered and swallowed the mountains and rivers.

Looking at the videos, the golden dragon churning up and down, the endless waves, and the pouring rain. Feng Laosi swelled all of a sudden, and his self-confidence instantly swelled to the extreme.

The dragon lord came in person, and the clouds and rain were spread. What does this mean? It shows that his ritual of praying for rain will work nine times out of ten, even if it happens that the dragon king will do the rain here, his reputation will be started.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, can you raise your eyebrows and puff up, in one move. If it succeeds, maybe the little widow with big breasts in Miao Wangzhuang ****** can still take a fancy to herself.

Thinking about it like this, I was actually a little excited in my heart.

Early in the morning, the high-spirited Feng Laosi, surrounded by the villagers, invited the statue of the Dragon King in the village ancestral hall with a sedan chair, beat gongs and drums in the village, and dropped the sedan chair in the east of the village.

In front of the idol, the villagers laid out the tribute and slaughtered a rooster. Feng Laosi took the lead and climbed the nine-story wooden frame. A yellow flag was erected on top of the wooden frame, and a mat was laid out.

Looking down at the high Xia, there were all the villagers who were expecting Ai Ai, and Feng Laosi's self-esteem was greatly satisfied. He bowed to all sides in a serious manner, then sat on the mat, coughed lightly, and said loudly: "Folks, kowtow!"

The villagers knelt together and kowtowed respectfully. After nine kowtows, Feng Laosi pretended to erect a finger that he didn't know what fingering was, and praised loudly: "Five emperors and five dragons, the light is popular." Widely spread and moistened, rain master Lei Gong. Five lakes and four seas, ten thousand rivers dynasty. Divine rune Ru life, up to the Dragon Palace. Dare to be inferior, the thunder axe cannot be ......"

After reciting the incantation, Feng Dashen said aloud: "Folks, follow me for the rest of you." I read a sentence, everyone follows a sentence, the heart must be sincere, and if the heart is not sincere, it will not work. ”

"The drought is too much, ten thousand treasures are not successful, worship incense and candles, show sincerity, burn incense and pious advice, kneel in the village, rain falls, great comfort to the masses, God has a spirit, come to Ge Yingying, begging is still feasting, three kowtows to ......"

At this time, the prayer mantra for rain that was pieced together on the Internet was finally recited, and the rain prayer ceremony also entered the most critical step - the widow sweeping the pit.

This step is a very remote ritual for rain, and it is a method for Feng Laosi to spend a lot of effort to get her mother in order to create some sparks with the little widow.

This method requires a widow with no children and a man with a pockmarked face. The widow Miao Wangzhuang happened to have it, and there happened to be a person with a pockmarked face, but Feng Laosi had selfish intentions, tampered with the ceremony, and changed it to a single person without a father and mother, and he happened to be.

The simple and kind little widow agreed shyly and timidly under his flickering. Feng Laosi climbed down the wooden frame, commanded all the villagers, turned their backs to the south and north, burned incense and kowtowed.

The little widow scooped water with a scoop and poured it on Feng Dashen's face while singing: "Don't cry, don't worry, the rain is flowing all over the ground." ”

And the reason why pockmarks are needed for this thing is to hope that the water can form dense raindrops like pockmarks.

After pouring water, the little widow knelt side by side with Mazi, bowed three times to heaven and earth, and then wailed and wept, and recited the words: "Don't cry father, don't cry mother, cry alone for the world; ”

You have to cry, and the harder you cry, the faster the rain comes. This is a simulation of rain with tears, which also contains the meaning of rain that moves the heavens with tears. The reason why the widow who has no children and no daughters is chosen to play the role of weeping rain is because she is lonely and miserable, and it is easy to arouse the pity of God, and at the same time, she is prone to tears because of her own suffering.

Next, the villagers will light the fire pit, and the women will sweep the soil with brooms, which will be completed after three turns and sweeping. The purpose of sweeping the pit is to cover the fire in the pit, and the fire symbolizes the sun. The sun is obscured, the clouds are thick, and it will naturally rain.

Feng Dashen happily worshipped 'heaven and earth' with the little widow, and this well-choreographed rain prayer ceremony was finally completed step by step.

The fire pit was extinguished, and the villagers began to look up at the sky.

Cloudless skies, still cloudless. After waiting for more than half an hour, people's expressions began to change to frustration.

Feng Dashen's face was also covered with sweat, begging for rain with such fanfare, if there was no rain in the last half. He's going to be home.

"Hey, I heard that Feng Laosi is a lazy guy, he is so tossed, he can beg for a fart rain. ”

"What kind of widow sweeps the pit, what kind of evil way is this. ”

"It's been said a long time ago, what age is this, and you're still begging for rain?"

The disappointment in the hearts of the villagers gradually turned into resentment towards Feng Laosi, and they complained in low voices. The village chief's face was a little unbearable, so he leaned over to Feng Laosi's side and asked with an iron face, "Fourth, when can it rain at this time?"

"I know. Feng Laosi said with a sad face: "I said earlier that this matter can't be saved, you have to save it." It's a money-saving thing. ”

"What are you talking about? Can the village toss it?"

"Yes, yes, yes. In this matter, sincerity is spiritual, sincerity is spiritual. Feng Laosi also heard the accusations against him in the crowd, sweated on his forehead, and quibbled: "You listen, you listen." Now some people don't believe it, can you be sincere in asking for rain just now?"

The old village chief was speechless for a while, turned around and shouted, "Shut up Lao Tzu." ”

The crowd barely quieted down, and everyone stared at each other with wide eyes, and this wait was another half an hour. Just when the village chief was impatient, in the mountain col to the south, there was a sudden sound of dry land spring thunder, which resounded in the sky.

Feng Lao Si said happily: "Thunder, thunder!"

The crowd suddenly boiled over, and they all looked up, expecting to see dark clouds.

But after that thunder, there was no movement in the col, and there was not a trace of clouds gathering in the sky. Just when everyone was wondering, Er Gazi suddenly shouted: "That's not thunder! It sounds like a cannon -- over there, hey, fourth, it seems to be your Xiajiaping over there." ”

The place of the incident is indeed Xiajiaping, and this muffled sound is indeed not thunder, but from the well dug by Xiajiaping. At this moment, Xiajiaping Village was in chaos, and everyone covered their ears in pain, looking at the well in horror.

Poof.

Red blood spurted out from the wellhead, soaring into the sky, and then turned into a rain of blood and sprinkled down.

The rain of blood fell to the ground, and the green smoke rose straight out, accompanied by a piercing sound, burning black holes. The rain of blood fell on the body, like sulfuric acid, quickly eroding the clothes, and the villagers who were as hot as boiling water howled miserably and fled in all directions. (To be continued.) )