The people kneeling in front of the altar and bowing sincerely are still religious, but the onlookers are cheering in unison, and this scene gives people the feeling of a juggler performing in the incense workshop, and the reaction of the spectators when there is a dangerous job in the middle.

The prayer ceremony for the rain was officially over, and the children were about to move the altar and the practices into the Taoist temple, but the sky suddenly darkened at this time, and the spring rain fell again. Sang Sang opened the big black umbrella with both hands, raised his little black face and glanced at Ning Que proudly, and the onlookers who did not have umbrellas around them scattered with a buzz, hid under the eaves of the street, looked at the few Taoist children who were a little wolf, and even faintly heard the sound of ridicule.

Ning Que looked at this scene, couldn't help laughing, suddenly thought of something, and then looked at the old man who was lying on his back in the drizzle, his eyes were more shocked than pitiful.

He believed in his eyesight, and those wooden sword runes before were not tricks, so it could only be ...... Judging from the knowledge that the old man Lu Qingchen taught him, even if this old Taoist did not enter the third level of cultivation realm, at least he had been immersed in the second level realm perception for a long time!

In the whole world, except for Xiling, there are probably the most cultivators in Chang'an City, but he never thought that he would meet a cultivator by taking Sangsang casually to go shopping, and this Taoist who was about to step into the real realm even pitifully needed to rely on these means to perform.

It's a pity that the Taoist temple wants to use this way to attract believers, but the Haotian Lord they worship doesn't give much face, and it is also said that even those saints who have entered the realm of undistance and apocalypse that the old man Lu Qingchen once mentioned have no ability to call for wind and rain, let alone an old Taoist priest whose cultivation realm is insufficient.

Ning Que frowned slightly and looked at the gradually closing gate of the Taoist temple, and remembered something.

Haotian Dao is known as the only orthodox religion in the world, the status of the country is respected, the Taoist temple occupies countless fields and never pays taxes, and the priests of each branch are even more noble and highly respected, such as the Great River Country and the Southern Jin Dynasty, when their monarch ascends the throne, they even need to be blessed and recognized by the Daomen priest from Xiling.

However, looking at the ridicule and ridicule of the onlookers just now, you can know that the status of Haotian Dao in the Tang Empire is far from being comparable to that of fellow Daoists in those countries. Although the priest of the south gate of Haotian Dao was named the national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, the whole world knows that the relationship between the south gate of Haotian Dao and the Xiling where Haotian Dao is subjectively located has always been like a separation, and the rights of the main seals of the various Taoist temples in the Tang Dynasty are all in the hands of His Majesty the Emperor, and Xiling is completely unable to interfere.

There are even rumors that at the beginning of the founding of the Tang Empire, Haotian Dao was forbidden to preach in the territory!

It stands to reason that Haotian Dao, known as the first orthodox church in the world, with hundreds of millions of believers, and extremely powerful power, could not endure this kind of suppression and humiliation, in fact, they did not endure it, everyone believed that after the historical curtain of the Seventeen Kingdoms to conquer the Tang Dynasty, there must be the shadow of the Xiling Divine Kingdom.

At that time, the seventeen-nation alliance army, known as one million, invaded the territory of the Tang Empire, but was directly crushed into pieces by the imperial iron cavalry that was as vigorous as the rising sun. After this magnificent battle, the so-called coalition forces dissolved like ice and snow, and the three kingdoms were directly conquered by the Tang Dynasty and became the three counties of Hebei Province today, and these three counties were also the three counties that were the most squeezed when Emperor Taizu of the Tang Dynasty conquered the north.

The incomprehensible thing is that in this magnificent battle of the world, the Xiling Divine Kingdom has always stayed out of the matter, and the countless hidden powerhouses of the Haotian Dao Gate have never made a move. Perhaps because of this, when the forces were redivided after the war, the Tang Empire did not deliberately conduct another expedition against Haotian Dao, and Haotian Dao finally obtained the qualification to preach in the Tang Dynasty.

After this battle, the Tang Empire established its position as the overlord of the world, and Haotian Dao still has the most believers in the world, one in the world, one in religion, sitting and watching the two disgusted, because they have no grasp of each other, so they pretend not to see each other, so they gradually lose interest in each other.

This situation has lasted for thousands of years, and nothing has changed to this day. So Haotian Dao is still high in other places, even the smallest Taoist temple in the Tang Dynasty must pay taxes, and all the people in other places are believers in Haotian Dao, and in the Tang Dynasty, even the south gate of Haotian Dao, which was charged by the imperial court, wants to recruit believers, and has to poignantly dispatch cultivators to perform tricks in the streets for the people of the Tang Dynasty to watch......

Walking in the rain and under the big black umbrella, Ning Que thought of the previous scene, couldn't help but smile and shook his head, and said: "Speaking of which, that old way is really pitiful, I don't know if our Datang National Teacher will be like this in the palace." ”

Sang Sang was holding a big black umbrella with his right hand and shoulder, and in his left hand he was eating a piece of wife cake that he didn't know from which stall he bought, and said inarticulately: "Young master, it seems that you like Chang'an a lot." ”

"One side of the water and the other side of the city support the other side of the people, but the smell of people can in turn change the taste of the city. Ning Que replied with a smile: "It's better to say that you like Chang'an people than to say that you like Chang'an." ”

As he was saying this, he suddenly frowned slightly, and said, "Three, four, seven...... Eight. ”

Sang Sang was stunned, stuffed his wife's cake into his small mouth, and quickly reached out his left hand to a certain position on his back and scratched it twice. Ning Que frowned, took the heavy black umbrella in her hand, and corrected: "No, it's still Qiqi." ”

"Got it. ”

Chang'an City, where the spring rain continues, between the straight streets and alleys, between the high-rise buildings with cornices, among the pedestrians wearing umbrellas and robes, there is a big black umbrella like a black dusty lotus. Under the big black umbrella, Sang Sang held his wife's cake in one hand, and kept tickling Ning Que with the other, and the faces of the master and servant were full of joy and satisfaction.

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Except for those who sell umbrellas and run carriage dealers, there are probably no businessmen in this world who like the spring when Chang'an City is full of rain every year, and Qinglou is no exception. Because of the accident that happened outside the side door a few days ago, the red sleeves were forcibly closed overnight, and there were some unlucky rumors, and now the drizzle outside the building is suitable for playing the piano and painting, but it looks a little deserted in broad daylight.

The girls who are qualified to have a small courtyard in their own house can't help but be lonely today and gather in front of the building, and after meeting Jane's family, they came to the silk bamboo room to eat melon seeds and chat to pass the time, until Ning Que and the master and servant stepped on the threshold, this situation suddenly changed, and for a while, the laughter like silver bells filled the building.

In a quiet room on the top floor, a man about forty years old looked at this scene, looked at the appearance of the girls under him, couldn't help frowning, and reprimanded in a low voice: "I really think that I have nothing to do, Meng San, ask everyone Jian...... Remember to be deferential...... Who is that young man, if he has no background, drive him away, the young lady I paid for is not here to chat with him. ”

"I advise you not to be rude to the young man, for ...... He was my last tenant. ”

At the small wine table, a middle-aged man looked at him and said with a smile, the saber on his waist rested quietly aside, this person was the owner of all the shops in Lane 47.

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