Xingzhe didn't know what to say about Lin Xiao's experience, in fact, he had no way to comfort Lin Xiao at all, because Lin Xiao didn't need comfort at all, he was a very strong person.

"General, can you tell me about the blood rain, I want to know more, just remind myself. ”

Lin Xiao gritted his teeth, and it could be seen that Lin Xiao was eager to cramp and peel off the skin of those who harmed their family.

"In fact, Datang is not all, across the ocean, there is a wider world outside, and there are many countries that want to be as prosperous as Datang, one of which is called Xiaofa, and this country has had many bloody rains. ”

"Xiaofa, how does the name of this country sound...... So evil?"

In order to make the battle understandable, Xingzhe replaced France with Xiaofa, not because he missed the League of Legends.

"Regardless of the name of this country, let's talk about the blood rain that happened in this country. ”

Xingzhe waved his hand and refused to explain, and then regardless of Lin Xiao's questions about the name Xiaofa, he began his own explanation.

"In a small city in Xiaofa, a very terrible blood rain once landed. Crimson raindrops fell, and the earth was stained with blood. It was later learned that the blood rain was caused by a huge cyclone in the Atlantic Ocean that carried a large amount of reddish and ochre-colored dust into the air from the desert area of North Africa, and mixed with the raindrops. ”

"What is a cyclone? I don't know what the others are, but I can imagine a big ocean and a big desert, but I can't really think of what this cyclone is. ”

Lin Xiao looked at Xingzhe with a puzzled expression and asked.

"You can understand it as the general direction of the wind, if you talk about air pressure, you have to ask me what air pressure is, and I am not a high school geography textbook. ”

Xingzhe spread his hands helplessly, with a young expression, the earth will depend on you to save it.

"Still, General, didn't you say that there have been many bloody rains in this country called Little France? Can you tell me a little more, I really want to know. ”

Lin Xiao is now like a fish thirsty for knowledge, and Xingzhe is holding a bowl of water called knowledge in his hand.

"Actually, I don't remember very clearly about the bloody rain incident in Xiaofa, after all, I have read too many books, and it is impossible to remember them all very clearly. ”

In fact, in the encyclopedia that Xingzhe read, he did not list them all, but only gave one example. So now let Xingzhe say it, Xingzhe can't say it.

"Otherwise, I'll tell you a mythical story, it's about the rain god, but it has nothing to do with blood rain, what do you think?"

Xingzhe saw that Lin Xiao was a little disappointed, and hurriedly offered to tell Lin Xiao a story.

"Well, you know a lot of stories that I don't know, and it's fun to listen to your stories, especially in a hurry. ”

Xingzhe has been with Lin Xiao every day for the past few days, and the day he should have talked has already been over, otherwise how could Xingzhe obediently listen to Lin Xiao explain the formation and Qimen Dunjia to him.

"Then you're ready, I'm going to start telling the story. ”

Xingzhe patted his chest, with the expression of a storyteller, imitating a bit of charm.

It was not only Lin Xiao who listened to the story, but also the soldiers not far from Xingzhe, and in the eyes of everyone's expectation, Xingzhe started his storytelling contest at the elementary school Chinese level:

At the foot of Luya Mountain in Xinzhou, Shanxi, there is a village called Shancha Village, and there is an ancient temple in the southeast of Shancha Village.

According to legend, a long time ago, there was an old monk living in the temple. This old monk clocks and drums in the morning and evening, participates in meditation and recites scriptures, and the villagers go to the temple every day to sit and talk with the old monk.

One year, there was a great drought. Someone in the village casually told the old monk that the crops were so dry that they couldn't do it. The old monk also responded nonchalantly: "Oh, it's time to rain, then let's go!"

After a while, the sky was covered with thick clouds, lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and a heavy rain began to fall.

At the beginning, people just felt surprised, but the number of times they tasted it, they thought that the old monk was the god of the rain, when they wanted to call it rain, how much rain it had, as long as they said hello to the old monk, there would be a response, so people called the old monk behind their backs - the rain god.

One summer, someone in the village couldn't hoe Tian Miao, and wanted to ask the old monk to help him for a few days, and the old monk responded angrily.

When I got to the field, I only heard the old monk chanting "the grass is dead and the seedlings are alive", and he picked up and dropped the hoe in his hand, and walked like a fly, and the hoe was finished after a while. Take a closer look at the fields, the soil is fine, the depth is suitable, the grass is dead and the seedlings are alive, dense and orderly.

The people in the village knew, so you invited it today, and he invited it tomorrow, and the old monk did not refuse to come, and all agreed, and went door to door all day to help everyone hoe the fields.

One evening, after finishing work, everyone took a cool break under the big tree on the street, and talked about the old monk helping everyone hoe the fields. Everyone said that the old monk was hoeing in the field with himself all day today.

That's weird!

In order to find out what to do, everyone made an appointment to ask the old monk for help tomorrow.

The next day, sure enough, there was an old monk in the field of each family hoeing the field. As a result, the villagers were convinced that the "rain god" was originally a living Buddha! As soon as everyone discussed it, they gathered together and went to the temple to worship the living Buddha, but when they arrived at the temple, the old monk was gone.

Now the villagers are in a hurry!

The villagers began to ask around, and learned that someone said that the old monk had gone in the direction of Luya Mountain. The villagers came with incense and offerings, the old monk walked unhurriedly, leisurely, and the villagers chased after them panting and sweating like rain, but they were always separated by a certain distance and could not catch up.

After climbing over a few hills, people saw the old monk taking a bath in the Qinglian River at the foot of Luya Mountain on the top of the mountain, and they were embarrassed to chase after him. I saw the old monk sitting on a big stone after taking a bath, drying it, getting dressed, and walking to the top of Luya Mountain.

The villagers chanted the "living Buddha" and followed closely until they reached the peak of Luya Mountain, only to see the old monk sitting on his knees, smiling, motionless, his face was ruddy, and there were two nasal pillars in front of him. stepped forward to help, but the old monk had already sat down.

People suddenly understood that the elders all said that Luya Mountain was the dojo of Virujana Buddha, and the "rain god" was not the embodiment of Virujana Buddha!

After the news spread that the old monk of the mountain fork, the "rain god", was seated on the summit of Luya Mountain, the surrounding villagers agreed to raise funds to build a temple there.

Because when Shakyamuni Buddha was not enlightened, he was the crown prince of the King of Pure Rice of the ancient Indian Kapila Guardian Kingdom, so this hall is called the "Prince Palace". And because Sakyamuni is the head of Buddhism, the word "Buddha" is engraved on the door of the temple.

Legend has it that in that year, after the villagers of Shancha chased the "rain god" to Luya Mountain, they saw the "rain god" bathing miracle on the way back, and found that the "rain god" still left two large, two small and four round marks on the big stone where he dried.