"Light the lantern!

Thousands of enlightening lamps of different shapes are lit up in the crowd, in the neighborhoods, alleys and markets, the drums are ringing in unison, a scene of foreign scenery, praying for rain begins on the Dharma platform on the bank of the Qingshui River, and extends all the way to the entire Eighteen Mile Fort.

There are those who wear red and green and are for the wealthy on the street, please sit on the viewing platform made of wood and watch the grand scene tonight, and there are bustling people who crowd on the viewing path marked by the river to stop and watch.

There is also a spectacular night market across the street, which is not lost to the scene of praying for rain and sacrificing the altar, all kinds of snacks, juggling, silk and satin, everything you want to buy can be bought in this market.

The window position on this side of the street, the shop boy occupied the seat with a wooden sign early, and someone booked the banquet to eat and drink until late at night.

The first day of the rain festival is an opening ceremony, the old Taoist priest wants to invite the magic weapon, followed by a variety of singing and dancing performances, specially invited to come here to perform in eight items, you must know that the performance without tickets is only a few times a year.

Thanks to the blessing of the old Taoist priest, Liu Xiaoyi sat in the front row of the viewing platform, and could clearly see the scene on the stage, surrounded by mostly pot-bellied local tyrants and squires, and it was rare to see someone of his age.

Soon, there were groups of boys of the same age, gathered together, and when they saw Liu Xiaoyi wearing a Taoist robe, they mistakenly thought that they were insiders of the rain prayer festival, so someone came forward to talk.

"This Dao Master, dare to ask your immortal master, what kind of spell do you want to do? ”

From the back row, a polite young man squeezed in, around seventeen or eighteen years old, with a white face and a pair of curved eyebrows, similar in height to Liu Xiaoyi, wearing the clothes of the king.

Liu Xiaoyi arched his hand and said: "I have nothing to do with him......" As soon as the words fell, he saw Meng Qiaoqiao in the audience calling out to him here, holding a bunch of magic weapons, some of which could not be moved.

Guo Shuda made a gesture of please, the two smiled awkwardly at each other, and Liu Xiaoyi ran down the viewing platform to help.

I thought in my heart that this person was Guo Shua, who the old Taoist priest said, and he seemed to be much kinder than the two disciples of the Heavenly King Dao he had seen before, and there was no killing spirit in his conversation.

Placing the boxes containing the magic weapons in a fixed position, Liu Xiaoyi felt that his arms were a little numb, and the sword placed in it was as heavy as the deep sea sinking iron.

"Then Guo Shu replied, don't pay attention to him, he is very annoying, so he likes to ask questions!" Meng Qiaoqiao hid behind the Dharma platform and quietly told Liu Xiaoyi.

This person came across this person by chance on the way to pray for the rain festival, and because he was obsessed with it, he followed him all the way and asked all kinds of questions.

The most important thing is that he didn't even find out that the old Taoist priest and Meng Qiaoqiao, a beautiful apprentice, only had the Dao and those magic breaking weapons in Guo Shuda's eyes.

When he returned to the viewing platform, Guo Shuda was more respectful, and there was a slightly shorter son beside him, "This is the most famous Taoist priest in the neighborhood, Li Dao." ”

Then Li Dao also smiled and said, "Li Dao has seen the Taoist, but he still doesn't know the name of the chief?"

The old Taoist priest in the audience held two candle lamps in his hand, and he had already begun to dance, his mouth was full of words, and the surrounding voices overwhelmed Liu Xiaoyi's answer, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the dazzling light released by the two candle lights.

"Poor Road Road No. 1 Pavilion, come to Eighteen Mile Fort today to invite the river god! Twenty-eight gentlemen listen to my orders, the wind and clouds rise!"

The old Taoist priest's name is Bai Yiting, who has been cultivating for more than 60 years, and this magic cultivation of the gods is perfect, only to see him throw two candles into the air, and raise his sword and shout: "Disease!"

The candle flame burned, turned into two flame wrestlers, floated on both sides of the altar, and took out a piece of mahogany table, threw it into the sky, the table became larger in the wind, and was firmly grasped by the two wrestlers.

Seeing this, Meng Qiaoqiao threw the sacrifices that had been prepared into the sky and kept throwing them into the sky, and the table was attractive, and he sucked all these sacrifices onto the table.

This is the first step of the sacrifice, let the river god know the time first, and it is an appetizer of some melons, fruits, pears and peaches.

With this hand alone, it attracted repeated applause from the audience, and Guo Shu's answer was even brighter and full of praise, "Two Dao Masters, the immortal master's spell is simply superb, think of more than sixty years of skill, in order to exchange for such a scene!"

Li Wei nodded undeniably, his gaze kept falling on Liu Xiaoyi's body, revealing a contemplative look.

The sacrifice to the river god has been prepared, and the next thing is to summon the magic weapon, the old Taoist priest's magic weapon in addition to the sword, there is also a cloth bag, the sword is also made of peach wood, this time it is made of clear river water, turned into two unicorn beasts, and then it can be carried from the wooden box.

The old Taoist priest looked solemn, took a cinnabar pen, wrote some incomprehensible symbols on the rune paper, opened his mouth and spit out a breath of white gas, hit the rune paper, and suddenly the rune paper turned into a dancing white crane, held the cloth bag to his mouth, and spread his wings into the air.

The unicorn on the left, the white crane on the right, the audience who watched was dazzled and dumbfounded, and some of the people who had come here to watch the ceremony for many years also admired it from the bottom of their hearts, and every time they saw it, they felt incredible.

Ordinary people just applauded, and the very few who could see the way of the door were wide-eyed, because what Bai Yiting made was a very profound Taoist Taoism.

Taoism has always been mysterious, even the realm arrangement is different, divided into sixteen realms, each realm requires great perseverance to complete, Li Dao is not Guo Shu's answer, he understands the mystery.

In the early years, the Li family was a big family, and it was the best among the Taoist priests, but later it was coveted by the villain because of the family preaching, and it gradually declined after years of killing, and he was the only one left in his generation.

As the movements in the old Taoist's hand accelerated, the sword showed its edge, and after two turns in the sky, it split the water against the river, and the crane held the pocket in his pocket, spilled some projectiles, and all fell into the water.

After a while, there was a rumbling sound under the surface of the water, first the jasper dragon horn, and then a three-clawed green dragon appeared, devouring all the projectiles one after another, and flicking the dragon's tail to sweep away the melons and fruits of the altar.

"River God! Taoist Bai Pavilion, I have seen Lord River God!" The old Taoist priest saluted in a proper manner, and the people around the Dharma platform also saluted together.

The appearance of the river god himself on the first night and the eating of the sacrifice in person was a sign of the superior, and the old Taoist priest had a soothing face and smiled calmly.

Qinglong glanced around, exhaled at the old Taoist priest, and the air was a little moist, and after the seven days of praying for rain, it would definitely rain heavily.

Just as it was about to return to the Qingshui River, there was a sudden sound of soldiers colliding and staggering on the other side of the river, and the old Taoist priest thought that he had heard it wrong, and before he had time to perform the Dao method, he saw an army formed by gray mist, surrounding the green dragon in mid-air!