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The sound of shouting came hard, and in front of the temple gate of the Dragon King Temple of the Qingshui River, there were more than a hundred or so people standing bustlingly, all of whom were some heads and faces in the villages where the Qingshui River lived, all looking at the temple respectfully.

More than a dozen strong pole hands, shirtless and revealing bronze tendon flesh, carried a golden statue of the dragon king more than three meters high with a sedan pole.

Tonghai County is a barren mountainous area that suffers from drought all year round. Since ancient times, the tradition of praying for rain has been popular here, but in recent years, people have become more enlightened and gradually do not believe in it. Coupled with the country's annual water aid measures, the rituals of praying for rain and sacrificing to the Dragon King Temple gradually disappeared.

Until that golden dragon shines in the land of China again.

In this forgotten Dragon King Temple in the corner, the incense is flourishing again. A few poor villagers squeezed out thousands of dollars from between their teeth, repaired the Dragon King Temple, and repaired the broken Dragon King Temple and painted it with gold dust.

On the second day of February, an opera troupe was set up in front of the Dragon King Temple to sing for the Dragon King, and seven or eight surrounding villages were gathered, and thousands of believers came to participate.

In their hearts, with the Dragon Lord, and the successful example of asking for rain in Ludong and other places, they will no longer have to be threatened by drought.

The rainfall at the beginning of the year was quite abundant, and everyone once thought that it was the dragon lord's sincere reward for them, and would bless them with a rare harvest year.

Soon, however, their hopes turned to despair.

As we enter March, the crops have just sprouted and are showing a sparkling green. The drought came suddenly, first of all, the Qingshui River, and it is said that the four major reservoirs upstream dried up in just half a month, directly causing the Qingshui River to expose its dry riverbed.

Then there are dozens of drinking and irrigation wells, and the water level drops at a rate of one or two meters every day, until the bucket hits a hard droplet and makes a desperate thump.

The river has dried up, the well has dried up, the ground has dried up, and the fire trucks in the city have come less and less.

Even the sun above his head became hotter and hotter, as if he had entered midsummer in advance, and when he walked around outside, his scalp was hot, and news of heat stroke came one after another.

Panic began to creep in......

So, they remembered the Dragon King, and the Dragon King who called the wind and rain and was omnipotent.

When several village party secretaries discussed and announced to the village that they would hold a rain prayer ceremony, none of the villagers objected, and they all rekindled their hopes and made preparations in full swing.

All the strong laborers in the village were dispatched, and it took a day and a night to build a nearly ten-meter-high altar by the Qingshui River. Each family also brought a table and spread it with a red cloth as an offering table, on which were placed the little good things left in the house to cook sacrifices for the dragon king.

This day is the day to invite the dragon king's golden body.

"One, two, three, everyone work hard!"

"Hey, hey. Lift up. ”

"One, two, three, hold it steady, don't mess with the Dragon King. ”

"Hey, hey. Hold it ...... up."

The sweaty barmen shouted slogans passionately, step by step, and steadily carried the golden body of the dragon king out of the temple gate. They all volunteered to carry the dragon king's golden body, and they were also the most stable and robust crop men selected from hundreds of volunteers.

In their eyes, it is the glory of a lifetime to be a sedan chair man for the Dragon King.

"Someone, someone. The few old men left in the village who knew the rules of praying for rain instructed the onlookers to make way and shouted, "Where is the flag? Hurry up and raise the flag, don't delay the auspicious time." ”

Two flags with red edges on a yellow background emerged from the crowd and were held high.

Zuo Shu: "It can absorb wind and clouds and prosper the sea." ”

Right book: "Partial to the rain to benefit the common people." ”

"Huang Luo covers the umbrella, fight for the Dragon King, don't bask in the sun. ”

Several well-known skillful peasant women in the village, rushed to make the bright yellow yellow Luo umbrella cover, decorated with golden tassels, embroidered with different postures of the dragon, covering the top of the dragon king's golden body.

The trumpet blew and the gongs and drums began. Folks, all move, send off the Dragon Lord to move to the altar! Idle people, etc., a wisp of evasion——"

The old man in charge had a loud voice and was full of passion. The enthusiasm of the villagers was also mobilized, and they lined up in a lively line, following behind the Dragon King, with excitement on their faces that could not be concealed.

The gongs and drums opened the way, the flags were unfurled, and the mighty procession surrounded the golden body of the dragon king sitting under the umbrella of Huangluo, and marched towards the Qingshui River rain platform.

There was a sea of people in front of the Dharma platform, and groups of three or five gathered together to sort out their respective offerings. Seeing the cover of Huang Luo's umbrella from afar, someone immediately cheered, and countless eyes converged.

The three-layer Dharma platform, with the willpower of the barmen, was lifted up without the slightest shaking.

The dragon king wearing a red robe is on a high platform, with his hands on his knees, a pair of golden eyes, looking down, so majestic, so shocking.

"Kneel three times and bow nine times, salute the Dragon King!"

The salute officer shouted, and the crowd of black oppression bowed neatly, whether it was the old man or the yellow-haired child, they all sincerely knelt down and bowed nine times.

A fat pig with hair, 10 plates of longevity peaches, a pot of sorghum burning, and a hundred firecrackers. Under the auspices of the salute singer, in the sound of gongs and drums, the villagers set up tributes, burned incense and fired cannons, all according to the ancient procedure of praying for rain, and there was absolutely no perfunctory link.

The villagers have contributed the most tribute in this difficult period. Although they are not precious or delicious, they are full of their most sincere beliefs, and they are hard to find.

The rain prayer ceremony was carried out smoothly and the prayers of the villagers were sincere.

However, people still saw the most unwilling and difficult results in their hearts.

The sky is clear and the sun is blazing.

Not to mention a dark cloud, even the white clouds are scorching and emitting a dazzling red light.

An hour, two hours, three hours passed......

The villagers braved the scorching sun, their faces were scorched red, and their clothes were soaked with sweat, but no one was discouraged, still gritting their teeth and waiting patiently.

Calling for wind and rain is not eating and drinking, the Dragon Lord needs time, maybe he is ordering Qi Bo soldiers and water generals now, driving auspicious clouds to the sea, and rushing here.

He is so great, how could he abandon his most loyal believers?

Definitely not.

Definitely not.

The faith of these villagers is so strong.

For a whole day, some villagers suffered from heat stroke and were carried back to the village to rest. The rest of the villagers still haven't left the Fatai, they just think that their hearts are not sincere enough......

For the sake of their children's tuition and the livelihood of their families, they are willing to believe and believe that the Dragon Lord heard their prayers in a distant place.

He just needs time, a little bit of time to come.

On the second and third days, the village just went home to eat and rest, and then came to the Dharma platform again, looking up at the golden body of the dragon king emitting golden light, praying for the sound of thunder and the condensation of dark clouds.

What else can they do?

"Folks!" The old man who presided over the sacrifice, full of white hair, wrinkles as deep as a ravine, and his cloudy old eyes sunken in his sockets flashed with light, and shouted loudly: "The Dragon Lord can't forget us!"

"He's so tired, so tired. Everyone looks back and thinks about the past year, when his old man fought in the north and south, subdued demons and eliminated demons, how many feats he made, and how much blood and tears he paid. Folks, my old man dares to swear here, I dare not dare to do it for ten days, a month, or half a year, his old man will definitely come to save us after resting. ”

"Remember, what is that? That's a dragon, that's the ancestor of our Chinese people!"

Impassioned and heartfelt, the old man was inspiring everyone present, and everyone was infected by his emotions.

Oh, yes.

In the past year, how many earth-shattering things have the Dragon Lord done, and how many people who were once as desperate as them have been saved?

He's just tired and needs a break......

Soon, he will be wearing a dragon robe, stepping on colorful auspicious clouds, leading shrimp soldiers and crab generals, bringing a hearty rainstorm to his believers!

Wait, wait for a miracle!