At the same time, after Emperor Han Qing and the old woman prayed for rain, on the way back, the land of Zhongzhou also began to pray for rain one after another.

Xinye Prefecture Mansion, invited by the Lord of Futai, came a group of Confucian gentlemen. Everyone held Zhu Hao in their hands, splashed ink wantonly, and one by one handwritten rain words hung in the air above the government office, galloping and running, disturbing the wind and clouds.

In the Jersey state capital, a group of monks came to the Liberation Gate, all of whom looked solemn, holding a Zen staff, meditating on the ground, and the wooden fish knocked rhythmically. Flying in the sky Buddhist proverbs.

For this rain prayer activity, various localities have taken action. The eight immortals crossed the sea to show their magical powers, and the people invited were varied, and those who had a little experience in praying for rain were invited to help by parents and officials in various forms.

This drought is still conservatively estimated, causing several major ecological lakes to dry up, fields to harvest, people to live in poverty, and the earth to dry up and crack can bury people.

For this prayer for rain, Emperor Han Qing was deeply impressed, and he couldn't calm down for a long time. Grandma, who is usually unattractive and has no power to restrain chickens, actually understands Huang Lao's technique, and can actually achieve the purpose of going straight to the immortals through the blessing of magic in the body of the world, in order to seek rain.

This deeply shocked Emperor Han Qingdi's young heart, as if a window had been opened in his heart, and the key to another door had been opened. It's like a seed planted in the heart, waiting for it to blossom and bear fruit.

The power of curiosity is enormous, and how far it can swell depends on the development of the subsequent mental journey.

Along the way, Emperor Han Qing chattered and asked questions about the east and west.

"Mother, what is the principle of praying for rain?"

Are you an enlightened immortal?

Can you fly?

What are the steps of your feet when you pray for rain?

The old woman just looked at Emperor Han Qing softly.

There are some things that children don't need to know in too much detail, you just need to know that I do it so that the people in the neighborhood can live a normal life and avoid the suffering of drought.

I'm not a child anymore, Emperor Han Qing stubbornly pouted the corners of his mouth. The old woman just smiled dumbly, and just walked down the mountain.

The backward Emperor Han Qing was full of loss. Grandma, who is obedient to everything, is not close to people this time.

It's a little lost......

There were no waves along the way, but when I was near the foot of the mountain, I heard the sound of "fu, fu, moo" when I went up the mountain again, but I found that my grandmother ignored it.

Emperor Han Qing wasn't sure if his grandmother didn't care if she heard it, or if she was the only one who heard it. Full of doubts......

Until I got home, I didn't see my grandmother say a word. After arranging the package, I plunged into the kitchen to cook. But Emperor Han Qing's doubts did not decrease but increased, and he said that he would pray for rain, everything would be fine, and he was done, and he had returned home, and the sky was not moving.

Could it be that the prayer for rain failed, Emperor Han Qing thought, otherwise, why didn't his grandmother, who usually has to answer questions, say nothing today? Could it be that the prayer for rain failed, and the grandmother couldn't hold her face, so she simply kept silent, and passed away the depression in her heart.

Returning to a thatched hut exclusive to himself at home, Emperor Han Qing is still thinking about when the rain will come, will it come? Will praying for rain have any effect? It won't be a formality and coaxing children, right?

But the grandmother's incomparably chic posture when praying for rain is still deeply imprinted in Emperor Han Qing's heart. In the future, when I have the opportunity, I will also learn the Tao to eliminate harm for the people and be a useful person.

Emperor Han Qing was thinking about beautiful things in his heart, and his grandmother's voice came from outside the house, and the heavy rain was pouring down tonight, you are optimistic.

"What, you can still know when the heavy rain will come. "Emperor Han Qing's mouth is wide open, and he can put down an egg.

The little head is not enough at all, and I thought it would be nice to be able to rain, but now I can predict the time of the rain, which is completely unexpected. However, I still remain skeptical, after all, there is no voice without investigation. Without seeing it with his own eyes, Emperor Han Qing still couldn't believe it.

Emperor Han Qing was still wandering in the world, and the sound of his grandmother urging him to eat dinner had already drifted in.

"Di'er, it's time for dinner. ”

The voice of the old woman outside the house came, and Emperor Han Qing had to put away his thoughts, stride out of the house, and came to the hall where the family of three usually eats.

Today's food is "green onion eggs, fragrant fried meat, white rice" Seeing that the food was good, Emperor Han Qingdi's appetite was greatly aroused, he sat down and picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and devoured them.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you, don't choke". The old woman's eyes were full of smiles, and her wrinkled folds were piled up all over her face.

"Hmm, mother, Emperor Han Qing didn't take his breath and didn't forget to inquire about the rain. "Is it really going to go down? It's so hot, I haven't showered in a month. The old wells in the village have bottomed out. Zhang Yinliang in the village has been looking for me and Mud lately.

Yes, you have to believe Grandma, our area will definitely rain tonight, and the heavens have agreed. Tonight will definitely make you take a shower and get muddy.

After eating, the old woman cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks. Emperor Han Qing sat in the courtyard, staring at the sky, not letting go of the slightest change. One will sit, one will stand up, one will cross one's waist, and one will circle around the yard.

When the last rays of light in the sky disappeared, the small mountain village was completely darkened.

Emperor Han Qing, who was holding his cheeks in one hand, yawned and fought with his upper and lower eyelids. The sky still hasn't changed in the slightest, from anticipation to disappointment. Then went back to the house to sleep, and Emperor Han Qingdi's heart underwent a turning point.

As the night deepened, the dry yellow leaves on the trees began to rustle, the fallen leaves in the courtyard drifted in the wind, and the clouds in the sky gradually became covered with dark clouds. This dark night changed, and the thatch of the eaves swayed with the wind, waking up the sleeping Emperor Han Qing.

In fact, the whole village has been shaken by the wind, it has not changed for too long, and the people's desire for rain trumps everything. Most of the people of the village stood in the courtyard with their clothes on. At this time, only Emperor Han Qingdi's grandmother's house was silent. It seems certain that this rain must fall.

As time passed, lightning appeared in the sky, thunder rumbled, strong winds raged, leaves fluttered all over the sky, thatched huts were blown whirring, and trees in the distance were blown to the side.

With the last thunder, the rain fell. And it's just the right time.

Raindrops pour slowly from small to large. After a while, small streams converged on the ground.

The villagers cried with joy, some cried loudly, some hugged together to keep warm, everyone laughed, jumped, and said happy words. Some of the people waved their sleeves, and some people ran around to tell each other.

At this time, there was an old man who was lying on his back, and he came to the door of Emperor Han Qing's house step by step, and he was deeply moved, and the old tears were all over the place. Clenched his fists and bowed, turned around and walked into the wind and rain.

Emperor Han Qing knew this old man, and he was the head of this small village. This is the person who asked my grandmother to go up to Xiyan Mountain to pray for rain.

Emperor Han Qing stood in the wind and rain, unable to calm down for a long time, this world was beyond the limit of what he could think about at his age. The young mind was full of shock and puzzlement. At this moment, a tingling pain came from the forehead that had been injured when praying for rain, and an ethereal voice echoed in his mind.

Emperor Han Qing was stunned, this is an illusion?

"Di'er, go back, rest early"

Emperor Han Qing was not allowed to react, and his grandmother had already turned around and returned to the house. I put my mind down, opened the door and went back to the house. Sitting on the bed, recalling today's events, Emperor Han Qingdi's heart suddenly sprouted the idea of cultivation, just like a dandelion, sowing seeds everywhere, waiting for it to blossom and bear fruit.