This is an ordinary old man, with a furrow on his face, a dark complexion, and a poor family at first glance. The calluses on his hands show that he is a perennial cultivator.

He must have been looking forward to the rain, perhaps more than all the onlookers had hoped. He must have known that if it didn't rain again, he would probably starve to death.

He knew what kind of public anger and hatred would be aroused when he said this, and what kind of consequences would it bring, and he might be beaten to death on the spot.

But he still said that maybe he felt that he was in his old age, and there was nothing to fear from dying. Maybe he had crossed paths with some of the things Xiao Feng had done.

Perhaps his family had been brutalized by Yan Shifan, perhaps his family had been looted by the Tatars, or perhaps his family had been slaughtered by the Japanese invaders.

But no one knows, because he is just an ordinary grass people, and his story is not worth mentioning like thousands of grass people.

It was not loud and unassuming, but it made the noisy crowd fall silent for an instant, like a large piece of ice falling into boiling water.

Then it immediately attracted the angry eyes of some people around him, and there were also a few strong-blooded people who rolled up their arms and sleeves, intending to make a move.

After a moment of silence, there was a response from the crowd on the other side of the distance, a voice slightly louder than the old man's, and the same trembling with fear.

"Lord Xiao, let's not ask for this rain!"

The people's eyes were immediately drawn again, and before they could see who was speaking, a louder, more determined shout came from another position.

"Lord Xiao, stop, let's not ask for this rain!"

It was as if someone had pierced a layer of window paper, and one after another shouts rang out in the crowd.

"Lord Xiao, stop, let's not ask for this rain!"

The glaring man slowly lowered his head, rolled up his arms and sleeves and secretly pulled the sleeves back into their normal position, and they suddenly realized that their anger was not dominant.

When the cry rang out all over the world, the "tall" man on the third branch suddenly shouted loudly.

"It's useless for everyone to shout like this, shout long live, ask for long live!"

A word woke up the dreamer, and the loud sound of the crowd immediately shifted the subject.

"Long live, please make an order, let Lord Xiao stop!"

"Long live, we all admit that it doesn't rain or not, please long live let Lord Xiao stop!"

"Hooray, I've been through three great droughts, and I haven't starved to death! God doesn't give rain, what can we do! ”

Jiajing's face, which had always been calm as water, fluctuated as if it was being blown by the wind.

Is this the people of the Ming Dynasty? Is this the common people of the Ming Dynasty in the mouths of those who read?

They told me that the people could make it impossible to know it, and that they would have to deal with the people by deceit, by intimidation, and by fooling.

I thought so, and for many years. I don't care about Yan Shifan's affairs, but in fact, I don't treat the people as real people from my heart.

The smart people have all studied, and the scholars have become officials, and the remaining grass people are naturally foolish people.

They are all fools, they are all numbers, they are all the foundation of the Ming Dynasty, just like the mud bricks and tiles, ignorant and ruthless.

But shouldn't the foolish people only know how to eat and clothe? Shouldn't the foolish people just know how to survive? Shouldn't the foolish know only themselves?

They need the rain so much to save their lives, why do they want to stop Xiao Feng from begging for rain, why do they want me to stop Xiao Feng from begging for rain? Why are they?

Xu Jie and Gao Gong were also stunned, and in Jiajing's gaze, they embarrassedly let go of their two thighs.

In all fairness, Xu Jie didn't want Xiao Feng to die, he appreciated Xiao Feng's feat of defeating the Yan Party, and also appreciated Xiao Feng's magical talent in all aspects. As long as Xiao Feng is not in power, he must be the treasure of the Ming Dynasty.

But in today's situation, Minxin and Xiao Feng must choose one, and he will not hesitate to choose Minxin, so he will desperately stop Jiajing.

But what he didn't expect was that the people's hearts were like this, and he had never written so much in the sage books he had read for many years, and he had never seen such a scene.

In history, there have been officials who have sunburned on the rain field, and there have also been scenes where the people persuaded officials to stop, but that scene is completely different from now.

It was a hopeless scene under the scorching sun. Officials, not to mention sunburn, even sunburn to death is also self-moving.

Of course, the people were also moved, but at the same time, they also understood sensibly that even if this venerable adult died in the sun, God would not give him face, and he would die in vain.

Rather than die in vain, it is better to keep such an official who still loves the people, after all, it is not easy to get a good official in a place, so as not to make people lose money.

To put it bluntly, this is a game theory, and the people have their own simple cunning. This cunning, like the dizzy officials, is hidden in the heart, and on the surface, it is all about moving the heavens and the earth.

Since the rain cannot be there, the name that the officials ask for is also there, and the people will stop the loss in time, at least leave a good official.

But today is different, today's rain is just around the corner! The wind is blowing, the clouds are rolling, the thunder and lightning are flashing, and it is just a little bit away!

How could they stop Xiao Feng from continuing at this time? Are they crazy? Or am I crazy?

Jiajing was hugged by two cabinet ministers before, and he himself was also a rat bogey, but now when he saw that the people's hearts were available, he immediately jumped up and shouted.

"Zhang Wuxin, get out of the way and let Lu Bing go up!"

This sentence was shouted loudly, and Lu Bing and the others heard it. But at this time, the wind was raging, Zhang Wuxin pretended to block the wind with his hands, and shouted in the direction of Jiajing.

"Hooray, what are you talking about? I can't hear clearly! ”

Lu Bing shouted: "Long live to get out of the way!" ”

Zhang Wuxin shook his head: "I don't believe you." ”

Lu Bing: "......"

Xiao Feng didn't know all this that was happening under the altar, and his mind was already a little unconscious. The cry of the wind and the roar of thunder and lightning sounded in his ears like the roar of heaven and earth.

"Bold fanatics, there is a way in heaven, is it reversible to mortals, don't you want to live?"

He didn't know if it was his hallucination, he opened his eyes in confusion, there was a golden light in front of him, a vague figure stood in the light, he could feel it, the figure was looking at him.

Whether it was a dying hallucination, or an unwilling knot, Xiao Feng didn't care, even if it was all his own imagination, he felt that he couldn't just give up. He struggled to get to his feet.

One leg was up, and the other leg was pressed to the ground, like a mountain weighing thousands of pounds on his body. It was as if the fingers were welded to the rune paper, and they couldn't move a single penny.

"Master, whether you really exist, whether it's an illusion I imagined, you can help me, I beg you to help me!"

With a leisurely sigh, as if nothing was in the roar of the wind, Xiao Feng's right wrist seemed to be helped by someone, and the irresistible resistance suddenly lessened a little.

Xiao Feng roared wildly, and at this moment, with all his strength, he slashed down the index finger of his right hand!

The last stroke of the talisman was written. The wind suddenly disappeared, the thunder suddenly stopped, and the electric light retracted into the clouds.

But it was only a matter of a moment, and then the wind and thunder and lightning came back with an even more violent momentum, as if they were completely enraged, but Xiao Feng couldn't feel it.

He staggered to his feet, picked up the talisman with his peachwood sword, didn't even dip the white phosphorus water, and raised the wooden sword straight up to his limit.

"Rain!! Come!!! ”

A bolt of lightning struck the blood-drenched rune paper, and the rune paper instantly burned into ashes, and the heavy dark clouds poured down as if a big hole had been pierced by this sword!

Zhang Wuxin turned around and ran towards the altar, Lu Bing followed closely with the brocade guard, and An Qingyue ran at the rear.

The people in the audience were crying, and the civil officials who had sunburned African chickens also hugged each other and cried. This is a collapse under ecstasy, an outlet for complex emotions, and no one can control it.

Jiajing pushed away the incense case and strode towards the altar. The four real people stood under the altar and collectively looked up, hoping to get first-hand information. Seeing Jiajing coming, he hurriedly gave up the C position to him.

Zhang Wuxin had a first-mover advantage, and was the first to run to the altar, but he didn't dare to get closer, and stood on the edge hesitantly, until Lu Bing and An Qingyue ran up one after another.

The peachwood sword in Xiao Feng's hand had been struck into black charcoal by lightning, and with the violent storm, it turned into flying ashes. Xiao Feng stood in the center of the altar, on top of the green robe and white robe, stained with blood.

In the midst of the storm, Zhang Wuxin stood far away and did not step forward. His internal strength was extremely deep, and the Dharma altar was not big, so he had already felt something.

Lu Bing took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and stopped in mid-air, hesitating and not daring to make a move. An Qingyue rushed up from behind and grabbed Xiao Feng's wrist.

Then he retracted his hand like an electric shock, and hesitantly stretched his fingers to Xiao Feng's lips, and finally simply hugged Xiao Feng and put his ear on Xiao Feng's chest.

Everyone didn't move, watching An Qingyue toss back and forth. Until An Qingyue hugged Xiao Feng's body and cried.

Zhang Wuxin carried Xiao Feng on his back and walked down the altar step by step, Jiajing took a step back, got out of the way, and then asked eagerly.

"How's it going, is it badly hurt?"

Zhang Wuxin raised his head in the rainstorm, looked at Jiajing who was like a chicken in soup, and everyone who looked like a chicken in soup, and shook his head gently.

Jiajing's heart sank, and he still held on to hope: "Yes...... Isn't it heavy? ”

Zhang Wuxin shook his head again: "No." ”

Huang Jin helped Jiajing, who was almost sitting down, and comforted him softly: "Long live...... Xiao Feng's matter, I can't say for sure......"

A word woke up Jiajing, and he hurriedly painted: "Quickly find the carriage, carry it in, don't let the rain pour on!" No carriages? Why are there no carriages? ”

Lu Bing whispered: "In order to pious and pray for rain, all officials are not allowed to come by car." Only the long-lived dragon chariot was at the gate of the Temple of Heaven, and there were no other cars. ”

Jiajing nodded: "Then what are you waiting for, put the dragon on it, bring it back to the palace, and let the imperial doctors come to see!" ”

The dragon chariot is very large, and it is not a problem for Jiajing and Xiao Feng to squeeze it. The other officials all walked in the car, trotting all the way with Long Ran in the pouring rain.

The people also refused to disperse, and ran all the way to the palace after the hundred officials. The crowded Temple of Heaven was empty in an instant.

The anchor on the third branch hugged the branch tightly, looked at the empty Temple of Heaven, and cried out in despair while gnawing on the safety rope with his mouth.

"Fucking profiteers, put Lao Tzu down, Lao Tzu will be struck by thunder! The first branch has been severed! ”

In Miao Jiang, people were pouring meat porridge on Hai Rui, and suddenly someone sighed in surprise.

"What about the sun? Where did the sun go? ”

The scorching sun disappeared without a trace, and dark clouds rolled up in the sky at some point, and a cool breeze blew, and a scholar raised his head, and a drop of water fell on the tip of his nose.

Rain? It's raining? Oh, my God! It's really raining!

"Lord Hai, Lord Hai, it's raining, it's raining! Come and see, it's raining! ”

The crowd rushed out, ran to the yard with their faces up, jumped wildly, cheered, and the laughter of children came from the Miao village in the distance.

"It's raining! It's raining! Eat meat at night! A-Niang said, when does it rain and when does it eat meat!! ”

In the midst of the commotion, Hai Rui lay alone on the bed, struggling to get up and reach for the bowl of porridge that had been thrown on the table.

"Does no one care about me? I'm so hungry, I want to take a sip of porridge......"

In Qingzhou, Yang Jisheng, who was kneeling under the scorching sun, was woken up by his wife in a dazed state, and the two children knelt opposite him, crying and crying.

"Master, it's raining, master, it's raining, wake up, it's raining!!"

Yang Jisheng raised his head in a daze, the tears on his face mixed with the rain, rolling down, and he stretched out his hands towards the sky.

"The sky has eyes, the people are saved, and the Ming Dynasty is prosperous!!"

In Suzhou, a large ship stranded in the canal, the boatmen lay in the shade on the deck with their heads down, complaining that there was no overnight food at home.

The drought has caused the water level of the canal to drop, and the small boats are still able to sail, but the big ships are afraid to go on the road, and they are stranded on the way, and they dare not abandon the goods and leave the ship, which will starve to death.

The raindrops hit the deck with a thudding sound, and the boatmen leaped to their feet and ran in a chaotic manner, trampling the deck with a thud.

"Owner! Stew eat stew eat! With such heavy rain, you will be able to set sail in no time! ”

"No problem, helmsman, you take someone and buy half a pig back! To be the fattest! Buy another 20 jars of heaven-sent wine, remember to ask for a big altar! The little altar was bought by fools! ”

The post stations everywhere were crowded with messengers grabbing horses, and the official roads were galloping one horse after another, carrying the same imperial urgency in their arms.

It's raining in Nanzhili! It's raining in Shandong! It's raining in Henan! There is rain in Shanxi! There is rain in Shaanxi! There is rain in Luzhou! There is rain in the lake! There is rain in Jiangsu and Zhejiang! There is rain in Liangguang! It's raining in Fujian! There is rain in Sichuan! There is rain in the clouds! There is rain in Liaodong!

On the Gu God Mountain, Xiao Qin stood in front of the cave in despair, letting the wind and rain blow on her body, and after a long time, she looked up to the sky with great resentment and roared!

"The sky is long, how thin is it to me! Could it be that my Xiao family really doesn't have a destiny?

I want to go against the sky, if anyone dares to stop me, I will kill people, and if God dares to stop me, I will punish the sky! ”

The wind and rain were blowing, and in the palace, the imperial doctor knelt all over the ground in the rain. The four real people gathered around Jiajing, and they all persuaded him to look at the point, based on past experience, Xiao Feng may not be hopeless.

Although it looks like he's dead, he died once last time, so didn't he come back to life in the end? The imperial doctors did their best, so don't kill them.

Jiajing's face was as black as ink, but it was not sunburned, but cloudy. Zhang Juzheng's face was as black as coal, and he was indeed tanned.

Originally, Zhang Ju should not have been conspicuous at this time, but at this time, Jiajing was so angry that he didn't let Xu Jiehe and Gao Gong enter the inner hall at all, and only was polite to Zhang Juzheng.

Zhang Juzheng burst into tears and knelt on the ground and pleaded: "Long live, the real people are right!" can't kill the imperial doctor, Xiao Feng has a spirit in the sky, and he will never be willing!

Long live thinking about it, last time Xiao Feng didn't know that he could be resurrected, and when he was dying, he begged Long Live to spare the imperial doctors, let alone this time?

This time, when we brought Xiao Feng back, he was already exhausted, and the imperial doctors had no chance to treat him at all! ”

Jiajing looked at Xiao Feng lying on the bed, closed his eyes after a long time, and waved his hand weakly.

"Imperial doctors, let's all disperse, I, no one will be killed. Let the WTO accession concept be ready, reopen the underground tomb, and bury Xiao Feng in the coffin.

Like last time, it is not sealed or nailed, and the lights are always bright, waiting for Xiao Feng to be resurrected. I believe he will survive. ”

The night is dark, the lights of thousands of homes are bright, the wind and rain are dashing, and the long street is lonely.

People inside and outside the capital who did not go to the Temple of Heaven were laughing and laughing, even happier than the New Year. In the laughter of thousands of households, a large sedan chair regulated by the prince was lifted out of the main gate of the palace.

The four people carrying the sedan chair turned out to be the four real people of Daomen: Ma Yunteng, Gu Xuzi, Zhang Tianshi, and Tao Zhongwen.

Except for Zhang Tianshi, several of them brought disciples here, and the disciples stepped forward to replace the master, but they were all rejected by several real people.

"Yu Li, Xiao Feng is a real person in Wenxuan, the first person in our public recommendation, he is gone, we should give him a ride.

Yu Qing, today Xiao Feng saved the prestige of the Daomen, not only in the hearts of the people, not only in the hearts of the emperor, but also in the hearts of all the disciples of the Daomen.

Regardless of whether it is a coincidence today or a Daomen spell, at least in the hearts of Daomen people, this is the miracle of Taoism and heaven and earth, and this is the sincerity of helping the world and saving the people.

We sent him to the World Observatory and recited scriptures for him to calm his soul. If he is not ignorant, and he is still concerned about Daming, Daomen, and Long live, please come back as soon as possible. ”

On both sides of the long street, there were people standing with them from the Temple of Heaven, and the person on the third branch was also there, and I don't know how he broke the safety rope.

The gates of the Xiao Mansion and the Liu Mansion were both open. Liu Xue'er wore a full set of phoenix crown xia curtains in the heavy rain, her face was covered with beaded curtains, and with the support of Xiaomei and Liu Ruyun, she walked to the side of the sedan chair, held the sedan pole with her hand, and walked forward with the sedan chair.

Liu Tong was so distressed that she wanted to go up to get an umbrella for her daughter several times, but was stopped by her wife.

"Let her go along, if the tears don't come out, they will suffocate."

Liu Tong wiped her tears: "Who is so miserable as Xue'er, a husband died twice!" I didn't want to ...... in the first place."

Mrs. pulled Liu Tong with one hand and Liu Peng with the other, and she also burst into tears, but her tone was full of pride.

"Who is as lucky as Xue'er, marrying such a good son-in-law as Xiao Feng. Even if it's only for one year, Cher must be very happy, very happy......"

Other people in the Xiao Mansion also followed behind the sedan chair from a distance, including Yan Niang and An Qingyue. Zhang Wuxin didn't come, he knew that there might be many people in the Xiao Mansion who would resent him and hate him.

The gate of the princess's mansion was uncharacteristically closed, and the gatekeeper said that the princess was weak and had already laid down, afraid that she would become more ill when she saw this scene.

In front of the mountain gate of the WTO entry concept, Lao Dao took all the staff of the WTO entry view, waiting to welcome his own viewer, and buried him in the underground tomb again, protecting the WTO entry concept he created.