The capital is a huge country, with eight rivers flowing around the four mountains.
How many emperors have prospered here, Chang'an has been the talk of the world since ancient times.
The biggest gossip in the Old Mother Palace recently is that in order to win over a human sorcerer named Yuan Shoucheng, the Dragon King of Jinghe secretly tampered with the decree of the Emperor of Heaven, privately changed the time and number of rains, and used the inaccurate predictions to forcibly dismantle Yuan Shoucheng's fortune telling. The door of the shop was smashed to pieces, and his Gua shop was destroyed.
But the sorcerer Yuan Shoucheng's identity was unusual. He was the uncle of the national master Yuan Tiangang. When he saw the Dragon King of Jinghe smashing his own stall, he was not afraid at all, and showed no sign of resentment. He looked up to the sky and sneered, asserting that the Dragon King of Jinghe would soon be in trouble. The general was beheaded at the Dragon Cutting Platform by the mortal Prime Minister Wei Zheng for disobeying the order.
The Dragon King lost countenance, knowing that he had made a big mistake this time, and that fate would not spare him. He knelt on the ground and begged him to give him some advice. Yuan Shoucheng showed a way to the Dragon King of Jinghe. If he wanted to escape from this disaster, he could ask Wei Zheng's superior, the Emperor, for mercy.
The red sun was setting in the west, and on the lunar star, the Dragon King of Jinghe knew that he was in trouble. He cast a spell all night and transformed into a human form. He entered the emperor's sleep and knelt down. In the emperor's dream, he also begged hard, and the emperor agreed. The request of the River Dragon King.
The next day, the emperor ordered Wei Zhengzheng to serve in the court so that he could not kill the dragon. However, the death of the Dragon King of Jinghe River was destined by fate, and even the mortal emperor could not spare him.
When the emperor and Wei Zheng were playing chess, Wei Zheng went up to the dragon-slaying platform in his dream, and obeyed the destiny to slay the dragon to survive. The Jinghe Dragon King laid down his claws and shrunk his scales, and the dragon's head fell from the clouds to the world at the cross street south of the Qianbu Corridor in Chang'an. The dragon's blood was stained with dust and covered the whole dragon head. The emperor sighed and knew that this was the trick of the immortal family and had nothing to do with Wei Zheng. In order to alert those immortals who did not do good deeds, he hung the dead head of the Dragon King in the market.
Above the immortals, there is the way of heaven, especially good and evil.
Everything was doomed a long time ago. The Dragon King has an arrogant personality. Naturally, he couldn't stand Yuan Shoucheng, who had to eat dragon-shaped golden carp every day, so he would definitely come to find trouble. Yuan Shoucheng had been waiting for the Dragon King to come to his door in this small shop in Chang'an, and then told him You can go to the emperor to solve the problem. Wei Zheng has long been destined to slay the dragon in his sleep, and the emperor is also destined to have this nightmare.
Everything is already determined and nothing can be changed.
Even the emperor's nightmare at this moment is also calculated by heaven. Now the emperor will dream every day of the Jinghe Dragon King carrying his head and sneaking into his dream, crying blood and tears, wailing endlessly.
The emperor couldn't sleep all night, feeling that the wronged soul of the Dragon King of Jinghe River was haunted and could not get rid of it, so he announced it to the world, hoping to find someone who could exorcise the evil spirit and rest his soul.
When the news reached the Old Mother Palace, all the students were ready to take action. The Old Mother Palace was the main gate of Taoism, and these skills of exorcising ghosts and casting evil spirits were all basic skills. Regardless of whether they could gain the emperor's trust or not, this was a good opportunity to make a name for themselves in the world.
Mortals don't know, but they know the inside story of the execution of the Jinghe Dragon King. Nowadays, there should be no practitioners in the world or gods and Buddhas in heaven who don't know about the Jinghe tragedy.
The Jinghe River Basin covers an area of 800 miles, so the area under the jurisdiction of the Jinghe Dragon King is naturally very large. He has a willful temperament and neglects to discipline his children. The Dongting Dragon King married his dear little daughter to Jinghe Xiaolong, the youngest son of the Jinghe Dragon King. , that Jinghe Xiaolong had a bad temper, and beat the Dongting Dragon Girl all over her body. The Dragon Girl couldn't bear it anymore, so she asked Liu Yi, a passing scholar, for help.
The Dragon King of Dongting was hesitant to hold accountable the Dragon King of Jinghe because of his face. However, his younger brother, the Dragon King of Qiantang, was determined to stand up for his niece. He flew over three thousand miles, killed 600,000 people, damaged 800 acres of crops, and even ate them alive. Killed the Jinghe dragon and caused the Jinghe tragedy.
Qiantang has been executed, and the little dragon of Jinghe River has no body left, but the Dragon King of Jinghe River must also bear the punishment of poor management. When the incident happened, the Dragon King of Jinghe River had already been detained in the Heavenly Palace to await his execution. Tampering with the Emperor's decree is actually a serious matter. No matter how big or small, the Dragon King of Jinghe didn't fall at all, nor did he trigger a drought that spread thousands of miles across Chidi.
He just didn't have the order to make it rain.
If the punishment was just based on tampering with the time and number of rains, then the Jinghe Dragon King would probably just punish him as a coolie and hand over some treasures.
But Wang Xiaotai, the victim of the Jinghe Massacre, sued to the top of Mount Tai. The Jinghe Massacre shocked the world, with 600,000 people and 800 miles of Jinghe River. The Emperor of Heaven was determined to punish severely as a warning.
The punishment of slaying the dragon, which was originally executed by Jin Nanjing, was executed personally by a mortal on behalf of Wei Zheng.
In addition, the Emperor of Heaven ordered that the mountain gods and earth gods from all over the country mobilized people to destroy the Dragon King's temple of the Jinghe Dragon King. This was to cut off the incense sacrifice of the Jinghe Dragon King and completely make the Jinghe Dragon King lose his source of faith and his divine power.
When a mortal kills a god, the Emperor's meaning is very simple. If such a thing happens again, no matter what kind of god you are, you will have to pay the corresponding price.
"It's raining...is there a decree from heaven?"
"Always been this way?"
Wang Xiaotai sat in front of the woman in blue wearing a blindfold, knocked on her door, and told her the matter in detail from beginning to end. She knew that this woman was also a warlock. When she saw her, she didn't need to speak or ask. If you ask, you will know who she is. She is the same person as Yuan Shoucheng.
She didn't know what she meant by saying this to her. She didn't expect any reaction from the woman in green clothes. She just had no one to talk to. She just felt that there were some things she didn't want to say and it was time to express them.
"Then we are stable... No, the two-year drought in our Jinghe River was also a decree of heaven?"
The reason for punishing the Dragon King of Jinghe River was poor management, and Zongzi's crime was to tamper with the time and number of rains, but there was no mention of the drought in those two years when no rain fell.
"So... it was the gods in the sky who created this drought for us? Did they tell us to die?" Wang Xiaotai said softly. She did not dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the gods, "But why? Woolen cloth?"
Wang Xiaotai still remembers the piety of the priests, still remembers Dandan, still remembers those fanatical sacrifices, and those human sacrifices that regarded death as home. Why? During sacrifices, those statues of gods are always high above us. It turns out that they have always known it. They just watch us die indifferently.
We believe in you so much, we are willing to sacrifice everything we have to you, our blood, our flesh, our relatives, and even ourselves. Just say whatever you want, and I will give you anything. I trust you and believe in you so wholeheartedly, just because you can help me survive the disaster.
But now you tell me, these disasters are caused by you?
Why?
Why!
how dare you!
Everything in the past will not die like yesterday. It is like gangrene attached to the bones, hidden. When she caught a glimpse of the sky, he pulled her hard and saw her head bruised and bloody. He casually laughed at her innocence. .
Wang Xiaotai was trembling all over, she felt so hateful, so hateful.
Are these human lives, these life and death, these sorrows, and these nightmares just a game played by the immortals?
It is you who give me faith, and it is you who give me suffering.
It's you who are good to me, and it's you who kill me!
The compassion is you, the cruelty is you, the smile is you, and the evil side is you!
Is there anything worthy of belief in such a fairy? Is there anything worth adding?
Even a human being is not worthy of such a virtue, so how can he sit high up in the Nine Heavens and look down on all living beings?
Wang Xiaotai raised her head and looked at the Old Mother Palace in the distance. She knew that the people inside wanted to become immortals and gods. Will some of them also become the Dragon King of Jinghe River and Qiantang?
It's really... disgusting.
