The four gates of the song were full of people, all vying to watch the imperial list issued by the Son of Heaven, and there were special civil officials reading aloud on the side, so that those who could not read could also know the content of the imperial list - the Son of Heaven immediately said that he was fasting and changing his clothes, and prayed sincerely, and at the auspicious time of the fifteenth day, the Son of Heaven would come to Yunye to worship the heavens and pray for rain. This sacrifice was different from the past, not only the noble officials could participate, but all the common serfs were eligible to participate and witness the Son of Heaven praying for rain.

This imperial list caused a boil among the people, and even many pious officials and common people immediately learned the sincere fasting and prayer of the Son of Heaven, and rushed to the wilderness to pray to the heavens together.

The news of the Son of Heaven's prayer for rain also quickly spread to the princes and countries, and the distribution departments of the various "Dashang Quarterly" also printed a large number of "leaflets" and distributed them to the people of various countries. And the way of "Dashang Quarterly" to transmit news has also been noticed by some well-intentioned people, it seems to be using a kind of fairy bird to pass back and forth, and it seems that it is a secret technique taught by immortals.

The princes of all walks of life understood that the implementation of the new policy endangered the interests of the aristocracy, and the great drought and rumors made the majority of the common people who trusted the Son of Heaven the most questioned the prestige of the Son of Heaven. If this pass cannot be passed, then the whole country will have doubts and resentments against the Son of Heaven, and the benevolence and majesty that the Son of Heaven has obtained with great difficulty will gradually disappear, and he will no longer be able to say it again. For some long-dormant princes with dissenting intentions, it is a godsend opportunity to show their strength and realize their ambitions.

The whole world is paying close attention to Chaoge's request for rain.

In the Wa Palace, there are two ladies sitting in the court, and there are immortals serving fruits next to them. On the left is Nuwa Niangniang dressed in a silk palace dress with water sleeves, with a faint divine temperament in her beauty, which makes people dare not face it. On the right seat is a beautiful lady with a phoenix crown and colorful veils, dressed in gorgeous clothes, although her appearance is beautiful, but with the majesty of a superior person.

Nuwa sneered: "When the drought is born, the killing and robbery will start, this is the number of days. It's ridiculous that the faint gentleman doesn't know the current affairs, and he still wants to pray for rain. ”

The beautiful woman on the side said: "This is a secular thing, the respect of the saint of the mother, why bother to remember." Even if there is no female fish, the rain of Dashang this year has been reduced to 30%, and there is no drop in the Chaoge area, even if the merchant has some ability, he can't reverse the number of days. At that time, there will be four killings and robberies, and the country will change since the emperor is in charge. ”

Nuwa frowned slightly and said, "Mother Jin's words are true, but at present, it is difficult to discern the heavens, and I don't know what the variables are. ”

Jin Mu smiled and said, "I would like to hear about it." ”

"Since the fall of Emperor Jundong in the first world war, the Xuandao has prospered, the immortals have also committed murder rings, and the immortals in the world are confused, which is the way of the immortals. All the saints calculated that the number of Shang Tang was about to be exhausted, and the holy lord of the Western Zhou Dynasty would rule the world and enjoy the fortune of the country for 800 years. However, since the change of celestial phenomena eight years ago, the heavens have been chaotic and variable. Even if we are saints, we are not real. Originally, the names of the saints of the three religions were on the list, but due to the change of days and the unpredictability of reversal, there was controversy, and in the end, they had to rely on their luck to be on the list. ”

Jin Mu was slightly shocked: "According to Niangniang's words, has this murder changed?"

Nuwa shook her head and said: "Don't worry, the killing and robbery will never be reversed, when the gods will be sealed and the gods will be relisted, the golden mother and the god of Haotian can also reproduce the momentum of the heavenly court, this general trend of the heavenly way is calculated by the joint efforts of our saints, even if there are variables, it will not be changed." ”

Jin Mu thought for a moment and asked, "What Niangniang is worried about, is that Shangjun a variable?"

"Actually, it's not a matter of worry, how can the power of ants go against the sky?" Nuwa sneered: "Now that he is announcing the world and sacrificing to the sky for rain, he must be trying to deceive those foolish people with deception." ”

Jin Mu saw Nuwa's disgust with Shang Tianzi, and said with a smile: "That is the case, when I have a retribution with him, I only need to use my plain cloud realm flag to cover the top of the song, even if he has the magic power to move the water of the four seas, he can't drip a bit." ”

"It's just a trivial matter, why is the immortal flag of the golden mother?" Nuwa instructed the Caiyun boy on the side: "You go to the court, and burn this spirit talisman before Shang Tianzi prays for rain, and from then on, within a month, the five hundred miles of the song will be a forbidden place, and no one can perform Taoism below the Xuan Immortal." I'm going to see how the faint king begs for rain!"

Jin Mu exclaimed: "The sage's methods are really extraordinary!"

Nuwa smiled at the golden mother: "Actually, it's not clever, if there is a Xuan Immortal to make a move, the effectiveness of this talisman will be greatly weakened, but there are very few first-class Xuan Immortals, all of them are cultivating in the deep mountains, coveting the Great Dao, how can the faint monarch be virtuous, how can such a character help?"

Jin Mu nodded yes, Caiyun Boy did not dare to delay, and immediately resigned.

In the Chaoge Imperial Palace, the Son of Heaven, who was supposed to "fast and bathe", was hiding in the underground base of the Star Picking Tower at this time, lying comfortably on the soft couch, enjoying wine, meat and food.

Shang Qingjun walked into the room, saw this scene, and said slightly: "Husband, it turns out that you are such a 'sincere prayer' ......"

"Qingjun, who is worthy of being the most precious gentleman of her husband, is so moving with her pouting mouth, and comes to accompany her husband," Zhang Zixing pulled her over and said with a smile: "At this time of great drought, water resources are extremely precious, wouldn't it be a pity if you bathe them every day?" As for fasting...... People are iron, food is steel, and they eat vegetarian food all day long, where will they have the energy to deal with state affairs, and if they fall ill, will it not be a loss to the country?"

Shang Qingjun didn't have this mood to enjoy, so he glanced at him disapplausively: "The current situation is not good, but the husband is still in such a good mood to eat, drink and have fun?"

Zhang Zixing yawned: "Life is too short, why don't you have fun in time......?"

Shang Qingjun wanted to persuade him again, but his heart suddenly moved, and he didn't say much, he poured him full of wine with a smile, and fed him a piece of lo-mei into his mouth. Zhang Zixing smiled and hugged her: "Okay, you little Qing'er, why don't you persuade me, a faint king?"

Shang Qingjun held down his bad hand that slid towards his chest, and chuckled: "Alas, didn't Mr. say that 'the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge'?

"Okay, you Qing'er, you dare to ridicule Mr. Ben!" Every time he heard her "Mr. and Qing'er", Zhang Zixing inevitably had some beast blood boiling, and that hand immediately "greatly increased", heroically breaking through Shang Qingjun's defense and directly attacking the target.

"Sir...... has become a bamboo in his chest, why should Qing'er bother himself?" Shang Qingjun was no match for his strength, and the high ground on his chest was almost lost, so he quickly changed the topic: "The matter of asking for rain is very important, if there is a bad pool, the consequences are unimaginable, can the husband be 100% sure?"

Shang Qingjun's strategy did not succeed, and this hateful guy replied "calmly" while rubbing the sensitive part of the woman's surname: "What can I be sure of? If it doesn't rain, can I still fly to Heaven to find trouble with the Haotian God, and let him compensate my daughter to me as a concubine?"

"The husband is so 'pious', even the princess of the fairy palace dares to covet it!" Qingjun knew that he must already have an idea in his heart, "I am not sure whether I can fly to the heavenly palace Qing'er, but my husband occasionally has some small magical powers, so Qing'er has nothing to worry about." ”

Suddenly, she exclaimed, it turned out that Zhang Zixing's other hand had already slid down her waist and hit the seductive buttocks: "Husband, stop...... You're a scoundrel, people are talking to you about business......"

Zhang Zixing made a big bad wolf and screamed: "You are so bold, you dare to say that your husband is a scoundrel, and your husband will do something scoundrel to show you now......"

Shang Qingjun keenly felt the expansion of a certain part of him, and was about to run away, but he held him down, so the surname Fu life in "Sincere Prayer" began.

The Son of Heaven finally arrived, and the crowd of people who went to Yunye in the eastern suburbs flocked to it, many of them even came from other places, but fortunately, Zhang Zixing arranged a large number of soldiers in advance to maintain order, and arranged the people around the altar in different areas to avoid crowding and hurting people.

When the auspicious time came, Zhang Zixing wore a white robe, walked down from the car with a jade crown on his head, and the subjects on both sides knelt down in unison, saying long live. Zhang Zixing's expression was solemn and solemn, and he walked on the newly built five-color altar with methodical steps.

After a series of tedious rituals, Zhang Zixing picked up the sacrificial text written by Shang Rong and recited it himself: "...... The heavens shelter the people, how can they do it lightly! There is no rain in the land of thousands of miles now, and misfortune suffers ......"

Although many people did not know what he meant, they did not dare to shout when they saw that the Son of Heaven was pious, and bowed their heads to listen. Zhang Zixing finally finished reading the awkward sacrificial text, took the incense handed by the ceremonial officer, inserted the incense burner, and knelt down on both knees.

Zhang Zixing shouted to the sky: "The sky is above, and the twenty-eighth generation of the Son of Heaven of Dashang is here to pray sincerely. Today, in a great drought that has not been encountered in a century, the water sources have dried up, the land has cracked, the wheat seedlings have dried up, and the people have no livelihood. The people fed on the bark and grass of the trees, and countless died of thirst and starvation, but they mourned all over the wilderness, and mourned in all directions......"

Zhang Zixing's voice was subdued, the semantics were straightforward, and it was extremely real, and the soldiers and civilians in the audience were suffering from the drought, and they all felt the same way, and the audience gradually heard low sobs.

"If there is any fault of the widow, please God will add all the endless retribution to the widow alone, why do you have to suffer thousands of people in my great business!" Zhang Zixing on the stage had a sad expression, looking up to the sky and crying, the courtiers and the people were deeply infected, and the cries were suddenly intertwined. At first, Zhang Zixing still had a bit of acting, but later he invested in this role.

What kind of thing are immortal saints? For the sake of so-called killing and robbery or revenge, they do not hesitate to destroy the lives of the world, and in their eyes, human life is just a hoarded animal, which can be killed, tortured, and discarded at will! Zhang Zixing was filled with grief and indignation, and his conviction in his heart became even firmer--even if he ended up in a state where his soul was scattered and he could not be crowned a god, he would still stab these saints who thought they were high up a few times.

"The sky is above, the holy ancestor of Chengtang is above, Shou Xin adheres to the will of the ancestor Emperor B, since he ascended the throne, he has ruled the four seas with benevolence, and has been dedicated to solving the suffering of the people in the world, and has never dared to slack off. Please be pious and pious in receiving hardship, descend quickly, and save me thousands of people in Dashang!" Zhang Zixing's voice was sad, and he couldn't stand down after kowtowing nine times, and the people also couldn't prostrate one after another, praying to God.

Sadly, the heavens seem to have turned a blind eye to the prayers of mankind, and the sky is still white and raining.

Some people with ulterior motives mixed in with the people in the audience, and when they saw this scene, they secretly gloated. Caiyun Boy, who incarnated as a child, was also in the crowd, and when he saw the Son of Heaven and the people so sad and sincere, he couldn't help but feel compassion and sighed.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual in the sky, the Son of Heaven raised his head, his face became sad, and he shouted: "Could it be that the heavens want to cut off the foundation of my great business for 600 years! The widow sincerely prays to Haotian God Tianzun as the son of heaven in the world, if my great merchant still has continuous luck, please rain to save the common people, if the fortune of the great merchant is about to end, and the punishment will fall to the widow and the widow! The widow hereby swears that if it does not rain, the widow will go on a hunger strike, and if it does not rain, the widow will go on a hunger strike for seven days, even if he fights for this surname, he will not hesitate!"

As soon as these words came out, there was silence all around, and neither the officials nor the people expected that the Son of Heaven would make such a heavy oath with his surname, and they wept and bowed to the Son of Heaven, kowtowing and bleeding. Even the Caiyun boy who was watching felt very uncomfortable, and his impression of the Son of Heaven had changed greatly, but he didn't dare to go against Nuwa Niangniang's will - that spirit talisman was buried by his own hands this morning, even if he gave him great courage, he didn't dare to get up.

Shang Rong and Bigan were taken aback, it was too late to dissuade them, the Son of Heaven's move was too sudden, and he didn't reveal any information to them in advance, which completely cut off his own back road, if it rained, then all the people would return to their hearts, and the whole world would obey, completely solving the crisis of trust; if it didn't rain, the consequences would be unimaginable, and the Son of Heaven would lose his majesty in addition to the danger of his life, giving the princes the opportunity to play the problem, not only would the new policy be difficult to implement, but also would make the Great Shang regime shake, burying greater hidden dangers...... The courtiers loyal to the Son of Heaven also looked at each other, showing a sad look, this bet was really too heavy. Only a few people don't seem to care, and some are even the children of the clan, and most of these people have other plans, hoping for the fall of the Son of Heaven. But there is one exception, and that is Fei Zhong.

This fat man knows better than any official in the court that the Son of Heaven is powerful, when he befriended the King of Shou, after the Son of Heaven ascended the throne, he was immediately promoted from the lower doctor to the upper doctor, and later because of the calculation of the Shang Rong East Window incident was demoted to the lower doctor, after suffering all the cold and warm, he was finally promoted to the middle doctor, and was given real power, so that the ministers were in awe. And the more others fear him, the more they fear the Son of Heaven in his heart, because all this is under the control of the Son of Heaven, and he is just a pawn to implement. To say that the Son of Heaven would do such an uncertain thing with his own surname, even if he cut off his head, he would not believe it.

Sure enough, not long after the Son of Heaven made his vow, it suddenly rained in the sky for no reason.

(To be continued)