In the following days, people continued to sing to the monument, but there was never a legendary person who could sing God to cry. As the day passed, Youzhou Terrace was finally repaired, and the mantuosand roots all over the ground were also eaten by 300,000 refugees.

"You said that if you repair Youzhou Terrace, can you really ask for rain?" asked the little monk.

Shattered with confidence, never doubted:

"Brother Guanyue used the black and white endgame to deceive half of the ghost moth in Youzhou, and used Heavenly Hell Luo to resolve the poison of mantuosha. Brother Guanyue said, as long as you repair the Youzhou Terrace and light up the Bafang Copper Ding, you will definitely be able to ask for rain! Otherwise, even if it rains tonight, we will all starve to death. ”

The little monk suddenly turned his head, looked at Shatter with a smile, and said mysteriously: "Shattered, otherwise, I will also go to the Divine Monument to sing a song." Everyone sings and doesn't cry God, maybe I'll let God rain food!"

In this way, the little monk put the suspicious little village girl on Youzhou Terrace. I saw the little monk standing under the monument and opening his mouth. He closed his mouths one by one, but he didn't make a sound.

"Little bamboo, what are you doing?"

The little monk smiled and did not answer. He gestured to Fragment to listen.

There seemed to be a few camel bells in the wind, and there was a constant rustling sound in the hot sun. There is also the sound of the millet that seems to be unable to withstand the high heat and beep and peel. This is - rice!

"Did you guess it?" Fuzhu pulled the broken pieces to the edge of Youzhou Terrace, and saw the golden rice under the Youzhou Stage: "Broken pieces, you see, this Wandan rice is the song I gave you." Does it sound good?"

This...... It's like pie in the sky! Shatter rushed over, picked up the little bamboo and spun around: "Great!"

Seeing that Crushed was so happy, Xiaozhu felt that everything was worth it.

When Crushed Pieces recovered from her extreme excitement, she finally asked, "Little Bamboo, where did you get your food?"

"Maybe it'...... Grab it. ”

"Honestly!"

"I traded rubies for them. ”

"This ruby is so important to you, are you really willing to do it?"

"I can't bear it, and I can't weigh these lives. "I sold the ruby to a red-clothed monk who sold grain, and he said he wouldn't use it for bad things. And he didn't know it was Narakushi. ”

The monk raised his eyebrows: "In such a disaster year, which monk would have so much grain?"

"Maybe the red-clothed monk was sent by God. I think I met a Buddha riding a donkey. I just walked to Surabaya. Then he met the grain team of the red-clothed monk, and he said that these grains were just obtained by him. He said there would be no danger in giving him the stone, and he promised me that I wouldn't use it for anything bad. ”

People ate poisonous lycoris roots, and they were poisoned and detoxified for three months, and this 10,000 denier of food can keep the refugees alive for another three months. Then as long as the rain is successful tonight, these 300,000 people will come down, and Ukitake feels that this is really an earth-shattering great merit:

"Why don't you let me engrave a name on the Nanyue Heavenly Pillar! I heard that if you engrave your name on the Nanyue Heavenly Pillar, you can become a Buddha and rank in the immortal class!"

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That night, the moonlight was like a mirror. 300,000 refugees, each with a candle, knelt under the Youzhou platform to pray.

In the candlelight, the floating bamboo followed the fragmentation, step by step, and climbed the Youzhou platform. Everyone's expression was so pious and hopeful.

The chirping of nightingales was heard in the distance, and Fuzhu stood on the Youzhou platform, looking at the vast and barren land of Youzhou in the early summer night. When they first arrived, the blood-red mandosawa had been eaten up by the refugees, and all that was left was the yellow sand. Hell is terrible, hunger and poverty are even more terrible. Looking at the imperial city of the Celestial Empire to the east, it is extremely prosperous; looking at the Buzhou Mountain in the distance to the west, the faint candlelight of the seven palaces and twenty-eight halls of Jingyun Temple can be faintly seen. To the south, it is the old palace of the king of Southern Chu, the smoke of gunpowder has dissipated, and the wind and rain have collapsed. And to the north, to the north across the Wufu Sea, is the snow-covered Northern Han Dynasty. Twenty years ago, Concubine Ji's last prayer still seemed to echo on the Youzhou platform: O land of the Southern Dynasty, please give happiness to the people living here......

A huge eight-sided copper tripod has been set up in the center of Youzhou Terrace, with layers of charcoal in it, waiting to be burned. People put the wishing charm into the bamboo basket after three buckles and nine bows. The collected wishing charms are poured into the Bafang copper furnace, which is the pious prayer of the people.

The flames were blazing, higher than the broken forehead, higher than the divine monument, and straight to the sky.

The flames entered the clouds, and the majestic rain fell in an instant.

The people exclaimed, "What a miracle!"