Before I reached the halfway point of the mountain, I saw yellow smoke rising from the mountain in the distance.

The top of Daqingshan was already surrounded by people, all kneeling on the ground reverently, muttering words in their mouths.

The table had been set up on the mountain, and the two Taoist priests walked in all directions with magic swords in hand, dancing a few sword flowers that no one could understand, and muttered words in their mouths:

Five emperors and five dragons, descending light and wind.

Widely spread and moistened, assisted by Lei Gong.

All over the world, the water is the most dynasty.

The rune commanded you, and Chang Chuan obeyed.

Those who dare to violate it will not be tolerated by the thunder axe.

Hurry as a law!!

As his words fell, the incense candles on the table suddenly went out, and a thick yellow smoke rose from the burning paper in the basin.

"Zodiac chief, what's wrong?" An obese man stepped forward.

Luo Xiaoqiao looked at it, wasn't that the landlord of the high-cheekbone woman tenant land? I heard that there was a lot of famine this year, and it seems that I attach great importance to this year's harvest and take the initiative to ask people to pray for rain.

"Wait three days, it will rain in three days!" The Taoist priest looked at the red seal in his hand with his eyes, pretending to be a master.

"Zodiac chief, that's really annoying you, I'm tired", the fat outsider bowed his waist while sending the Taoist priest away.

The villagers who were crawling on the ground dared to stand up at this time, and their faces were suddenly full of joy.

"The Taoist chief said, it will rain in three days, good things, good things, go home and wait, don't worry", the villagers exchanged words with each other.

Luo Xiaoqiao's face was full of black lines, and she wanted to ask where the Taoist priest's confidence came from, saying that it would rain in three days.

Before she could catch up and ask why, Hulala came another group of people, this time the movement was even bigger, five or six Taoist priests jumped up and down, busy for nearly half an hour, and once again let the yellow smoke rise into the air, and finally dropped the words "It will rain in three days" and left.

Luo Xiaoqiao just stood with his chest hugged and watched, this afternoon, there were no less than five groups of people who came and went, and they did the same thing, they were all a set of gorgeous rain prayer dances, and then the magic sword worked, causing abnormalities, and finally it was not to say "it will rain in three days", but "it will rain in five days".

It's not that Luo Xiaoqiao is heavy-minded, abnormal is a demon, a normal person, where can he be so sure of a blind thing?

There may be a conspiracy behind this matter.

She beckoned to Ming: "You go and inquire, where else is there to pray for rain, what do you say?" ”

In the evening, Ming Yi returned, "Girl, almost every place where there is a mountain has prayed for rain. Strangely, it is said that it must have rained in recent days, and the caliber is surprisingly consistent. ”

"Do you know where the Taoist priest came from?"

"I inquired, and I said that I looked at the eyes, not like the local Taoist temple in the Northland."

"Got it."

Luo Xiaoqiao felt that this matter was not quite right, and it was still necessary to remind Mu Jingyi of the situation.

On the second day, the sun was still shining, and the temperature was hot and dry.

Luo Xiaoqiao took the carriage and went directly to King Jing's Mansion.

Mu Jingyi sat on the top with a dark face, listening to the reports of several officials below, and when he heard Luo Xiaoqiao coming, his face was slightly better.

"Let her in!"

Mu Jingyi knew that Luo Xiaoqiao would not disturb his business without care, and came over at this time, after all, there was something wrong.

"Lord Wang, I'm waiting for a discussion, isn't it inappropriate for a woman to listen?" Wu Shilang said again.

"If your resourcefulness can catch up with a woman, this king will agree with what you say." Mu Jingyi stared at him coldly.

Wu Shilang was bored and retreated.

Luo Xiaoqiao was also not polite, and sat at the top, not caring at all about the obscure gazes of the few officials below.

"Lord Wang, at this time, the drought has begun to spread, is it time for the official organization to pray for rain?" Shangguan Jiao came out of the ranks.

Da Chu can't do anything else, all kinds of Qin Tianjian, rituals, rituals and other irrelevant things, everything, and even set up a set of processes for praying for rain, called "painting dragons and praying for rain".

Draw the dragon and pray for rain, you need to choose the pond hole or the deep place of the woods, with Gengxin, Ren Gui day, the history of the thorn, the county order handsome old man Zhaijie, first with the wine to tell the society, order to build the square altar three levels, one foot high, three feet wide. Twenty steps outside the altar, bounded by a white rope. Bamboo branches are planted on the altar, and dragons are drawn. and set up soap flags, cut the goose's neck to take blood and put it in the middle, and sprinkle the poplar branches on the dragon......

"Where is Qin Tianjian?" Mu Jingyi asked.

"Xiaguan Qintian Prison Ming Antu", a middle-aged man who looked very thoughtful walked slowly.

"When will it rain?" Mu Jingyi asked.

"Xiaguan looks at the sky at night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the current sky is Dou Yingyun, the ground is black dragonflies chaos, I am afraid there will be no rain in the near future", Ming Antu said slowly.

"What about your proposal?"

"Lord, pray for rain", Ming Antu said.

"What about you? That's what it means? Mu Jingyi looked around slowly.

Feng Bosong and the others naturally did not squeak, and the officials led by the officials above the official arrogant echoed one after another.

"Lord Wang, the people have spontaneously prayed for rain, but I am afraid that there is no way, it is time for the government to organize and pray for rain."

"Yes, Ming Antu, you can arrange it, sooner rather than later, when will it start at the earliest?" Mu Jingyi asked.

"Lord Wang, you can prepare it the day after tomorrow."

Luo Xiaoqiao blinked her eyes, I don't know if she was thinking too much, isn't the day after tomorrow three days later? Many Taoist priests said that it must rain on a day? Are the two related?

But since the ancients were superstitious, she can't say anything at this juncture, so let's take a look at it first.

The day of praying for rain is coming in a flash, and the pomp is really much bigger and more solemn than that of the people.

Still invited a large number of Taoist priests, Mu Jingyi personally told the society with preserved wine, planted bamboo branches on the altar, and posted a picture scroll in which the white dragon spit out black clouds. After the Taoist priest danced, he took blood from the goose's neck and put it in the middle of the pan, and sprinkled the poplar branch on the water dragon.

"Bang ......", the basin in front of him suddenly exploded, splashing the Taoist priest with water.

"What's going on?" Ming Antu immediately rushed up.

The Taoist priest's face was black, and his voice was gloomy: "Unlucky! Big bad luck! ”

"What's wrong?" Ming Antu had a solemn expression.

"The evil aura here is too heavy, preventing the dragon king from raining......" The Taoist priest did not dare to name him.

But the officials present are not stupid, and the recent rumors are clear, didn't he just say that King Jing blocked the rain?

"Is there any solution?" Ming Antu asked.

"This ...... This ......" The Taoist priest hesitated, looking at Mu Jingyi with flickering eyes, as if he didn't dare to speak directly.

"Forgive your innocence!" Mu Jingyi glanced at him coldly, he should come, he is coming.

"Lord Wang!" The Taoist priest immediately knelt on his knees, kneeled a few steps in his direction, and kowtowed: "The prince has killed too much, and he has caught up with the turmoil in the imperial court, so he ......"

"So what do you mean?" Mu Jingyi sneered.

"Lord, the heavens have already sent punishment, and the drought is an omen, if the prince writes an edict for his sins and tells the heavens when he asks for rain and sacrifices, I believe it can be alleviated," the Taoist priest said.

"Lord, no!" Feng Bosong stepped forward, "The prince was born and died for the sake of the people in the north, how can he sin himself without fault?!" ”

"Lord, no!" Fu Qi and other old ministers also knelt down.

Shangguan Jiao pursed his lips, noncommittal, and the trip was in vain.

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