"That's!!! A dragon?!!!"
"It's a dragon. It's the Dragon King."
"That was thunder."
"What's thundering? That's the Dragon King."
"It's going to rain, it's going to rain. God, you have sensed it. So do you give us rain?"
The people who were worshiping were stunned. They stood up one after another and looked to the west. Soon they knelt back and prayed devoutly. Some of them muttered words.
Even the tens of thousands of soldiers guarding the altar were shaken. After looking at each other, they knelt on the ground, showing a look of ecstasy.
Soldiers and people are all of the same family.
Liaodong is burning and wailing, and of course they feel the same way.
"Is this??? Destiny?!!!!" Officials, monks, Taoists, and Confucians all looked up to the sky, and many people looked in disbelief.
These people are more sober than the common people. Especially monks, Taoists, and Confucians. If they really believed in karma, would they be able to melt silver and gold into big balls and hide them?
For the monks and Taoists, this time they were more like paying protection fees. We have paid the money, and this general Fu Han is too embarrassed to raise his butcher knife against us again.
But at this moment, their hearts were shaken. Starting from the first month. There has been drought for several months, and the earth is crying.
People praying for rain abound. Some villages pray to the father-in-law of the land, some pray to the Dragon King, and some pay monks to perform rituals.
But none of them were successful.
People also heard that the Mongolian people in the north and the Chu State in Nanhai Prefecture in the south also carried out activities to pray for rain, but to no avail.
It happened to be today, when Wu Nian, the general who assisted the Han Dynasty, set up an altar to pray for rain. After the process is completed, it is time to enter the final stage.
It thundered.
Is there really a dragon in the sky, making clouds and rain?
"This is all a coincidence. I disrespect Heaven, and even have contempt for it. If Heaven was really conscious, it would definitely not help me."
"But this coincidence is really gratifying."
Wu Nian stood up and turned to look to the west. After the lightning, the roar of thunder came directly. Some people describe the sound of war drums as roaring like thunder.
But in the face of the real crisis of heaven and earth, the sound of war drums is just a joke.
The strong wind and thunder are really majestic.
Wu Nian's face showed a look of ecstasy.
Wu Nian heard the whispers of the officials around him.
Destiny?
He doesn't need or care about such things. Now, as long as he ascends the throne and shouts, he will be the king of Liaodong. None of the people from Chu, Mengyuan or Goguryeo could do anything to him.
What is the use of this destiny?
But this rain is really timely. Although the crops have suffered numerous casualties and cannot be saved, people still need to drink water.
The people had water to drink.
"Huang Emperor Xuanyuan, Yan Emperor Shen Nong. Let me just say it. It has been dry for so long. According to natural science, it should rain."
Wu Nian raised his head, showing a look of relief.
"Whether it's true or false, it's all destiny. The power of the Wu family will be as strong as a rock. The emperor also claims to be the emperor. But how many times can he pray for rain and succeed on the spot?"
"Speak of the emperor. The general is the emperor."
Liu Zhixing knew very well what Wu Nian was like and knew that gods and Buddhas were empty, but at this moment. He was thinking far ahead. Whether it's fake or real.
People only believe what they see. There are many Buddhas in temples in the world, but only a few are remembered by the people.
Because of these Buddha's [efficacious effects].
Regardless of the fact that Wu Nian has invited so many monks and Taoists to pray for rain, the real chief priest is Wu Nian.
In the hearts of the people, Wu Nian is probably a true god now.
"It's really a blessing from God. The general is really the one destined by fate." A few people, such as Gongsun Sang, who were both supporters of Wu Nian and ambitious officials, all raised their heads and looked at Wu Nian with enthusiasm.
this moment. Only Wu Nian stood, while the officials, people, monks and Taoists all kowtowed.
In their hearts, Wu Nian was already shining brightly, as high as the sky.
He is the king, the emperor, and our king.
Gongsun Sang put his hands on the ground and bowed to Wu Nian with great piety.
What are gods? What is the sky?
Can you manage prosperity and wealth?
And you are the one who holds the power of life and death and can bestow glory and wealth on any human being.
"Rumble!!!!" As the thunder continued to strike, lightning flashed one after another in the sky. The wind picked up, and the flags hanging on the altar were blown by the wind, making a hunting sound as if they were crazy.
Then, huge and thick black clouds were blown over by the wind. There was also flying sand and rocks, and it was dark for a while.
This seems to be a scene at the end of the world, the scene is really too big. To the ancients, it was really like a dragon moving the clouds and making rain.
Otherwise, how can we explain that one second it was clear skies and the drought was severe, and the next second there were dark clouds covering the sun and lightning and thunder?
He really is the Dragon King! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
"Please God give me rain." A white-haired old man prayed loudly with tears streaming down his face, raising his arms toward the sky.
"Please give rain to the Dragon King." An old woman clasped her hands piously and knelt before the dragon.
It's just thunder but not rain. No matter the Dragon King or the sky, or the gods and Buddhas all over the sky. Please comply with the request of General Fu Han and let it rain.
In fact, it is impossible for this kind of scene not to rain. This is not a sunny day with drought and thunder, but with wind and dark clouds.
"Come on!!!" Wu Nian spread out his arms, raised his head, and was ready to face the heavy rain. He wears a golden crown on his head and a purple robe with wide sleeves. He is noble and powerful.
The strong wind blew his hair and sleeves wildly. At this moment, he seemed to be the mythical man who stood up to the power of heaven and earth.
bring it on! rainstorm!
I've been waiting for you for a long time.
Everyone's prayers and Wu Nian's welcome were quickly fulfilled.
"Wow!!!!" First, a raindrop as big as a bean hit Wu Nian's face, and then the people, and then it was like there was a hole missing in the sky. The heavy rain poured down on everyone, and soon everyone's clothes were wet.
People's desires are extremely strong.
"Down, down, down a little more. Even if I get cold, I'll be happy."
"Please, Lord Dragon, have mercy on us and make it rain more."
People's wishes were fulfilled once again. The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Soon the violent storms wetted the dry land, forming stagnant water, and then people couldn't stand it anymore.
Lightning and thunder hit the flagpole. With a "pop", the flagpole broke and the flag burned.
This is too much.
"General. Let's go quickly." Gongsun Sang stood up, walked to Wu Nian, and said loudly.
He looked like a loyal minister protecting him.
"General. Untie your sword and take off your golden crown."
"Here comes someone. Get the umbrella cover quickly."
The officials rushed forward and talked one after another.
"Don't panic." Wu Nian waved his hand calmly. immediately. Wu Nian neither took off his sword nor his golden crown. Some soldiers brought a huge umbrella to protect Wu Nian from the altar, and the group calmly returned to the city.
The common people were also running around in panic, each going back to his own home.
It rained, so hard. But a bigger storm started.
Is Wu Nian really his destiny?
The so-called destiny is illusory. But this time, everyone saw it.
Everyone.
