This is an ordinary old man, with ridges on his face and a dark complexion. He looks like he belongs to a poor family. The calluses on his hands show that he is a man who has been working hard all year round.
He must also be looking forward to the rain, perhaps more than all the onlookers. He must have known that if it didn't rain, he would probably starve to death.
He knew what kind of public anger and hatred would arouse when he said these words, and what consequences it would bring. He might be punched to death on the spot.
But he still said it, maybe because he felt that since he was dying in his old age, death was nothing to be afraid of. Maybe it was because he had interacted with some of the things Xiao Feng had done.
Maybe his family was killed by Yan Shifan, maybe his family was robbed by Tatars, maybe his family was massacred by Japanese pirates.
But no one knows, because he is just an ordinary commoner, and his story is not worth mentioning, just like thousands of ordinary commoners.
The sound was neither loud nor confident, but it instantly silenced the noisy crowd, like a chunk of ice falling into boiling water.
Then, as expected, he immediately attracted the glares of some people around him, and there were also a few hot-blooded ones who rolled up their arms and sleeves, planning to take action.
After a moment of silence, there was a response from the crowd on the other side. The voice was slightly louder than the old man's, and it was also trembling with fear.
"Master Xiao, let's not ask for this rain!"
People's eyes were immediately attracted again, and before they could see clearly who was speaking, a louder and more determined shout came from another location.
"Master Xiao, stop it, we don't want this rain anymore!"
As if someone had punctured a layer of window paper, shouts one after another echoed through the crowd.
"Master Xiao, stop, we don't want this rain anymore!"
The glaring people slowly lowered their heads, rolled up their arms and sleeves, and secretly pulled the sleeves back to their normal position. They suddenly realized that their anger was not dominant.
When the shouts were overwhelming, the "tall" man on the third branch suddenly shouted loudly.
"It's useless for everyone to shout like this, shouting long live, please give me the decree!"
The words awakened the dreamer, and the huge noise of the crowd immediately changed the target.
"Long live, long live the order, please make Master Xiao stop!"
"Long live, we all know whether it's going to rain or not. Please long live to make Mr. Xiao stop!"
"Long live, I've been through three severe droughts, but they haven't starved to death! If God doesn't give me rain, what can we do?"
Jiajing's usually calm face fluctuated as if blown by the wind.
Are these the people of Ming Dynasty? Are these the people of the Ming Dynasty that those scholars say?
They told me that the people can be manipulated but not known. To deal with the people, we must rely on deception, intimidation, and fooling.
I think so too, and have thought so for many years. I don't care about Yan Shifan. In fact, I don't regard the common people as real people from the bottom of my heart.
All the smart people have studied, and all the scholars have become officials. The remaining ordinary people are naturally stupid people.
They are all ignorant people, they are all numbers, they are all the foundation of Ming Dynasty. They are just like bricks and tiles, ignorant, heartless and emotionless.
But shouldn’t stupid people only know about food and clothing? Shouldn't stupid people just know how to survive? Shouldn’t stupid people only know themselves?
They need rain to save their lives so much. Why should they stop Xiao Feng from asking for rain? Why should I stop Xiao Feng from asking for rain? Why are they?
Xu Jie and Gao Gong were also stunned. Under Jiajing's gaze, they let go of their thighs in embarrassment.
To be fair, Xu Jie didn't want Xiao Feng to die. He admired Xiao Feng's feat of defeating Yan Dang and also appreciated Xiao Feng's magical talents in all aspects. As long as Xiao Feng is not in power, he must be the treasure of Ming Dynasty.
But in today's situation, Min Xin and Xiao Feng must choose one. He will choose Min Xin without hesitation, so he will desperately stop Jiajing.
But what he didn't expect was that the people's sentiments would be like this. The sages and sages he had read for many years had never written anything like this, and he had never seen such a scene.
In history, there were scenes of officials fainting from the sun while praying for rain, and there were scenes where people persuaded officials to stop, but those scenes were completely different from today.
It was a hopeless scene under the scorching sun. Not to mention fainting from the sun, even if an official dies from the sun, he is still touched by himself.
Of course the people were moved, but at the same time they also understood rationally that even if this respectable man died in the sun, God would not give him face, and his death would be in vain.
Rather than die in vain, it is better to keep such an official who loves the people. After all, it is not easy to find a good official in a place. Don't lose both people and rain.
To put it bluntly, this is a game theory, and people have their own simple cunning. This cunningness, like that of officials who are dizzy from the sun, is hidden in their hearts, and on the surface it is meant to move the world.
Officials seek fame, while people seek profit. Since there is no chance of rain, then the fame officials seek will also exist, and the people will stop their losses in time and at least leave a good official.
But today is different. Today’s rain is already close at hand! The strong wind is blowing, the dark clouds are rolling, the thunder is thundering and the lightning is flashing, just the last little bit is missing!
How could they stop Xiao Feng from continuing at this time? Are they crazy? Or am I crazy?
Jiajing had been hugged by two ministers in the cabinet before, and he himself was afraid of rats. Now when he saw that the people's support was available, he immediately jumped up and shouted.
"Zhang Wuxin, get out of the way and let Lu Bing get up!"
This sentence was shouted loudly, and Lu Bing and others heard it. But at this time, the wind was strong. Zhang Wuxin pretended to block the wind with his hands and shouted in the direction of Jiajing.
"Long live, what are you talking about? I can't hear you clearly!"
Lu Bing shouted: "Long live for you to get out of the way!"
Zhang Wuxin shook his head: "I don't believe you."
Lu Bing: "..."
Xiao Feng didn't even know what was happening under the altar, and he was already in a coma. The howling of the wind and the roar of thunder and lightning were like the roar of heaven and earth to his ears.
"Bold and crazy, God's way is right. How can it be reversed by mortals? Don't you want to live?"
He didn't know if it was his hallucination. He opened his eyes in confusion, and saw a golden light in front of him. A blurry figure stood in the light. He could feel that figure looking at him.
Xiao Feng didn't care about the hallucination of dying or the knot of unwillingness in his heart. Even if these were all imaginary, he felt that he couldn't let it go. He struggled to stand up.
One leg was up, and the other leg was pressed firmly to the ground, as if there was a mountain weighing thousands of kilograms on its body. It was as if his fingers were welded to the talisman paper, unable to move even an inch.
"Master, whether you really exist or whether you are an illusion of my imagination, please help me. I beg you to help me!"
A long sigh, vaguely amidst the roar of the wind, Xiao Feng's right wrist seemed to be supported by someone, and the irresistible resistance suddenly lightened a little.
Xiao Feng roared wildly, and at this moment, he used all his strength to swipe his right index finger down!
The last stroke of the talisman is finished. The strong wind suddenly disappeared, the thunder suddenly stopped, and the lightning retracted into the clouds.
But it only happened for a moment, and then the wind and thunder and lightning came back with more violence, as if he was completely angered, but Xiao Feng couldn't feel it anymore.
He stood up unsteadily, picked up the talisman with the peach wood sword, and raised the wooden sword straight to its limit without even touching the white phosphorus water.
"Rain!!! Come!!!"
A bolt of lightning struck the bloody talisman, and the talisman instantly burned into ashes. The thick dark clouds seemed to have been pierced by a big hole with the sword, and heavy rain poured down!
Zhang Wuxin turned around and ran towards the altar, followed closely by Lu Bing and the Jin Yiwei, and An Qingyue ran at the back.
The common people in the audience howled and cried, and the civil servants, who were tanned like African chickens, also hugged each other and cried. This is a collapse of ecstasy, a vent of complex emotions, and no one can control it.
Jiajing pushed aside the incense table and strode towards the altar. The four great masters stood under the altar, collectively looking up, hoping to get first-hand information. Seeing Jiajing coming, I quickly gave him the C seat.
Zhang Wuxin had the first-mover advantage and was the first to run up to the altar, but he did not dare to get close and stood hesitantly on the edge until Lu Bing and An Qingyue ran up one after another.
The peach wood sword in Xiao Feng's hand had been turned into black coal by thunder and lightning, and turned into fly ash with the violent storm. Xiao Feng stood in the center of the altar, his blue and white robes stained with blood.
In the violent storm, Zhang Wuxin stood far away and did not step forward. His inner strength was extremely deep and the altar was not big, so he had already felt something.
Lu Bing took a step forward and stretched out his hand, but 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, then hesitantly put his fingers to Xiao Feng's lips, and finally hugged Xiao Feng and put his ear against Xiao Feng's chest.
No one moved, watching An Qingyue's tossing back and forth. Until An Qingyue hugged Xiao Feng's body and cried loudly.
Zhang Wuxin walked down the altar step by step with Xiao Feng on his back. Jiajing took a step back, got out of the way, and then asked eagerly.
"How is it? Is the injury serious?"
Zhang Wuxin raised his head in the heavy rain, looked at Jiajing who was like a drowned rat, and everyone who was like a drowned rat, and shook his head slightly.
Jiajing's heart sank, still holding on to hope: "Is it...not heavy?"
Zhang Wuxin shook his head again: "No more."
Huang Jin supported Jiajing, who almost fell down, and comforted softly: "Long live... Xiao Feng's matter is uncertain..."
Jiajing was awakened by the words, and he hurriedly gestured: "Quickly find a carriage and carry it in. Don't let the rain rain! There is no carriage? Why is there no carriage?"
Lu Bing whispered: "In order to devoutly pray for rain, all the officials are not allowed to come by car. Only the long-lived dragon chariot is at the gate of the Temple of Heaven, and there are no other cars."
Jiajing nodded: "Then what are you waiting for? Put it on the dragon chariot and take it back to the palace for the imperial doctors to see!"
The dragon chariot is very big, so it is not a problem for Jiajing and Xiao Feng to squeeze in. All the other officials were waiting for the carriage, trotting along with the dragon chariot in the pouring rain.
The common people refused to disperse and ran all the way to the palace behind the officials. In an instant, there was no one left in the crowded Temple of Heaven.
The anchor on the third tree branch hugged the branch tightly, looked at the empty Temple of Heaven, chewed on the safety rope with his mouth, and shouted desperately.
"Fucking profiteers, put me down, I will be struck by lightning! The first branch has already been chopped off!"
In Miao territory, people were busy feeding Hai Rui meat porridge, when suddenly someone let out a surprised sound.
"Where is the sun? Where has the sun gone?"
The supposedly scorching sun disappeared without a trace, and dark clouds rolled up in the sky at some point. A cool breeze blew by. A student officer raised his head, and a drop of water fell on the tip of his nose.
rain? It's raining? Oh my gosh! It's really raining!
"Master Hai, Master Hai, it's raining, it's raining! Come and see, it's raining!"
The crowd rushed out and ran into the yard with their faces raised, jumping wildly and cheering. The laughter of children came from the Miao village in the distance.
"It's raining! It's raining! We have to eat meat at night! My mother-in-law said that when it rains, we eat meat at the same time!!!"
Amid the commotion, Hai Rui was lying alone on the bed, struggling to get up and reaching for the bowl of meat porridge that had been thrown on the table.
"No one cares about me anymore? I'm so hungry. I want to take a sip of porridge..."
In Qingzhou, Yang Jisheng, who was kneeling under the scorching sun, was shaken awake by his wife. Two children knelt opposite him and cried loudly.
“Master, it’s raining, Master, it’s raining, wake up quickly, it’s raining!!!”
Yang Jisheng raised his head dizzily. The tears on his face mixed with the rain and rolled down. He stretched out his hands toward the sky.
"The sky has eyes, the people can be saved, and the Ming Dynasty will prosper!!!"
Suzhou, a large ship stranded in the canal, the boatmen lay dejectedly in the shade on the deck, complaining that there was no overnight food at home.
The drought has caused the water level in the canal to drop. Small boats can still sail, but large ships dare not go on the road. If they are stranded halfway and dare not abandon their cargo and leave the ship, people will starve to death.
The raindrops hit the deck, making a thumping sound. The boatmen jumped up and ran around in a mess, making a thumping sound on the deck.
"Master! Eat the stew and eat the stew! With such heavy rain, we can set sail soon!"
"No problem, helmsman, you take the people and buy half a pig! Get the fattest one! Buy another twenty jars of heaven-sent wine, remember to ask for the big jar! Only fools buy the small jars!"
Post stations in various places were crowded with messengers rushing to compete for horses, and horse racers galloped on the official roads one after another. They all carried the same urgent documents from the court in their arms.
It’s raining in South Zhili! It’s raining in Shandong! It’s raining in Henan! It’s raining in Shanxi! It’s raining in Shaanxi! It’s raining in Luzhou! It’s raining in Huguang! It rains in Jiangsu and Zhejiang! It’s raining in Guangdong and Guangxi! It’s raining in Fujian! It’s raining in Sichuan! It rains in Yunnan and Guizhou! It rains in Liaodong!
On the Gu God Mountain, Xiao Qin stood in front of the cave in despair, letting the wind and rain hit her body. After a long time, she looked up to the sky and screamed with great resentment!
"Yuyou Cangtian, why do you treat me worse! Do we, the Xiao family, really have no destiny?
I insist on going against heaven. If anyone dares to stand in my way, I will kill someone. If heaven dares to stand in my way, I will kill him! "
It was windy and rainy, and in the palace, the imperial doctor knelt on the ground in the rain. The four great masters gathered around Jiajing, and they all advised him to be more optimistic. Based on past experience, Xiao Feng may not be hopeless.
Although he looked dead, he died once last time, and didn't he come back to life in the end? The imperial doctors have done their best, so don’t kill him.
Jiajing's face was as dark as ink, but it was not from the sun, but from the clouds. Zhang Juzheng's face was as dark as coal. He was indeed tanned.
Originally, Zhang Juzheng should not have been conspicuous at this time, but at this time, Jiajing was so angry that he would not let Xu Jie and Gao Gong enter the inner hall at all, and could only be polite to Zhang Juzheng.
Zhang Juzheng burst into tears and knelt down to plead: "Long live, the real people are right! You can't kill the imperial doctor, Xiao Feng has a spirit in the sky, and he will never be willing!"
Long live think about it, last time Xiao Feng didn't know that he could be resurrected, and before he died, he begged Long Live to spare the imperial doctors, let alone this time?
This time when we brought Xiao Feng back, he was already dead. The doctors had no chance to treat him! "
Jiajing looked at Xiao Feng lying on the bed, closed his eyes after a long time, and waved weakly.
"Imperial doctors, please disperse. I won't kill anyone. Let the World View be prepared to reopen the underground tomb and bury Xiao Feng in the coffin.
Just like last time, it is not sealed or nailed, and the lights are on, waiting for Xiao Feng to be resurrected. I believe he will survive. "
The night is dark, thousands of houses are lit with lights, the wind and rain are blowing, and the long street is silent.
People inside and outside the capital who had not gone to the Temple of Heaven were laughing and joking, and they were even happier than during the Chinese New Year. Amidst the laughter of thousands of families, a large sedan chair regulated by the prince was carried out from the main entrance of the palace.
The four people carrying the sedan chair turned out to be the four great masters of the Taoist sect: Ma Yunteng, Gu Xuzi, Zhang Tianshi, and Tao Zhongwen.
Except for Zhang Tianshi, all of them brought their disciples. The disciples came forward one after another to replace their master, but they were all rejected by several real people.
"Yu Li, Xiao Feng is Zhenren Wenxuan, the number one person in the Taoist sect recommended by us. If he leaves, we should give him a ride.
Yu Qing, today Xiao Feng saved the Taoist sect's reputation, not only in the hearts of the people, not just in the emperor's heart, he actually saved the confidence of all the Taoist sect disciples in the Taoist sect.
Regardless of whether today is a coincidence or a Taoist magic, at least in the hearts of Taoist people, this is the divine experience 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 view and chanted sutras for his repose. If he is not ignorant and still cares about the Ming Dynasty, the Dao Sect, and Long Live, please ask him to come back as soon as possible. "
Both sides of the long street were filled with people who had come from the Temple of Heaven. The man on the third fork was also there. I don’t know how he broke the safety rope.
The gates of Xiao Mansion and Liu Mansion are both open. Liu Xueer wore a full set of phoenix crowns in the heavy rain, with a bead curtain covering her face. With the support of Xiaomei and Liu Ruyun, she walked to the side of the sedan, held the sedan pole with her hands, and walked forward with the sedan.
Liu Tong was so distressed that she wanted to step forward to hold an umbrella for her daughter several times, but she was stopped by her wife.
"Let her go with her. If she doesn't shed her tears, she will hold them back."
Liu Tong wiped away tears: "Who has such a miserable life as Xue'er? One husband died twice! I didn't want to..."
The lady held Liu Tong with one hand and Liu Peng with the other. She also burst into tears, but her tone was full of pride.
"Who is as lucky as Xue'er to marry such a good son-in-law as Xiao Feng. Even if it only lasts for one year, Xue'er will definitely be very happy..."
Others in the Xiao family also followed the sedan from a distance, including Yan Niang and An Qingyue. Zhang Wuxin didn't come. He knew that there might be many people in Xiao's mansion who would blame him and hate him.
Unusually, the door to the princess's mansion was tightly closed. The gatekeeper said that the princess was weak and had already laid down, fearing that she would become more seriously ill after seeing this scene.
In front of the mountain gate of the World Temple, Lao Tao and all the staff of the World Temple were waiting to welcome the owner of the temple, and he was buried in the underground tomb again to protect the Temple he created.
