However, Li Nian was shocked the first moment he saw Su Ming. The Su Ming he saw at this moment was completely different from the one he saw at the Qianqiu Banquet two years ago.
In the past, Su Ming looked like a distinguished monk, with solemn treasures and extraordinary bearing. However, at the Qianqiu Banquet, although he was still the same, compared to the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, he seemed a little aloof, as if he did not belong to the human world.
But now, although the person is still the same person, he is not the same person as before. The current Su Ming has the same appearance, but he looks very ordinary, disappearing from everyone, and is no different from an ordinary mortal.
Others don’t know, so doesn’t he know?
The person in front of him was so powerful. Ever since he first asked the National Master to pray for rain, he began to search for information about this person. Only after he saw all the information did he understand the weight of the four words Pudu Cihang.
Therefore, the moment he saw Su Ming, only four words came to Li Nian's mind: return to nature.
Thinking of this, his attitude softened involuntarily, and he no longer had the arrogance of being the King of Qi. After all, he didn't know everything. There was only one reason why a Yuanying Dzogchen monk could undergo such a big change. Just go one step further.
A Yuanshen monk is a top power even in Dazhou. Forty years ago, there were not many masters like Dazhou.
Therefore, in front of a Yuanshen monk, he, the King of Qi, really couldn't put on airs.
As his mind was spinning, Li Nian thought a lot. He took a few steps forward with a solemn look on his face, "There is a severe drought in Qingzhou. The people have lost their harvest and are displaced. This has given me a headache. Fortunately, the Imperial Master is here." , the people of Qingzhou can be saved!" Now that he had met the Imperial Master, Li Nian was not going to beat around the bush and explained his request directly.
Su Ming said the Buddha's name with a look of compassion on his face, "Amitabha, if you have anything to do with Your Highness, just ask me. I, a humble monk, should do my best to help the people of Qingzhou." His words were sincere and contained compassion.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
Suddenly, Li Nian looked a little moved and said loudly, "In this case, Li Nian would like to thank the Imperial Master for his help on behalf of the people of Qingzhou."
"There is a severe drought in Qingzhou now. There has not been a drop of rain for seven months. I have also invited many experts to pray for rain, but it is of no use. Therefore, I have found the Imperial Preceptor, hoping that the Imperial Preceptor can ask for rain and save the people of Qingzhou. Dawn people.”
Although Su Ming already knew what Li Nian was thinking, he still frowned slightly at this moment, as if he was thinking deeply, "Pray for rain?"
"Yes, it is to pray for rain. If there is no more drought in Qingzhou, the imperial court will be able to sow money and food to help the people of Qingzhou tide over the difficulties. But if it does not rain again, when the money and food are exhausted, the people of Qingzhou will have no choice but to leave their homes and move to Elsewhere." At this point, Li Nian's voice was full of heavy meaning.
Su Ming nodded, "In that case, the poor monk is willing to give it a try. However, the poor monk's method of praying for rain is different, so Your Highness must make preparations in advance."
Hearing Su Ming's agreement, Li Nian looked ecstatic and almost lost his composure.
Done!
Suddenly, an unprecedented confidence burst out in his heart. This time, he would definitely be able to pray for rain! Because he didn't believe that Su Ming didn't know about those Taoist priests praying for rain in the past.
But he knew it clearly, but he still agreed, which showed that he was very confident that he would ask for rain and relieve the severe drought.
Qingzhou can be saved, and so can he!
So, he immediately made a decision. He agreed, "No matter what, as long as I can ask for rain, I will agree to all the requests of the Imperial Master!" His words were firm and unquestionable.
"Okay, if that's the case, then the poor monk will do his best, and Your Highness will be ready!"
"Don't worry, Imperial Master! I will definitely live up to your trust!"
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Three days later, the rain prayer meeting began.
On this day, the sky was clear, not a single cloud, and it was another beautiful sunny day. It's a pity that such sunny days made the people of Qingzhou deeply resentful. For seven months, there was no drop of rain. They were so eager for rain.
On the rain praying altar, King Li Nian of Qi stood on it wearing a python robe and a jade crown.
Su Ming was wearing a moon-white monk's robe and sitting on a futon. He and King Qi were the only two people on the entire altar.
Under the stage, County Governor Tang Mingzhao led Qingzhou officials to kneel three times and kowtow nine times. At this moment, outside Ning'an City, a crowd of people knelt down in darkness, and then began to recite prayers for rain.
I have prayed for rain many times, and the process is already familiar, but this time, the officiant is King Qi.
As the auspicious time came, Li Nian took out the prayer for rain that he had prepared and started to read it. The words of the prayer for rain were sincere and deeply affectionate. Su Ming felt that if he were God, he would read this prayer for rain. No matter what, a heavy rain has to come down.
It's a pity that now the world has changed drastically, there are problems in heaven and underworld, and those gods seem to have disappeared.
No matter how the monks called, they never got any response.
Therefore, the art of praying for rain will be ineffective.
The loud voice echoed on the altar and fell into everyone's ears. Everyone held their breath and became nervous. At this moment, both the squire and the ordinary people were eager for a heavy rain.
Because if it doesn’t rain again, Qingzhou will be finished!
When King Qi read the memorial inscription, Su Ming closed his eyes and concentrated his mind. His thoughts sank into the sea of consciousness, and his soul instantly left his body and flew towards the east.
It is impossible to pray for rain in Qingzhou itself.
Su Ming discovered that somehow, in Qingzhou, the water vapor evaporated by the sun seemed to disappear out of thin air as soon as it rose into the sky. Without enough water vapor, it was impossible to ask for rain.
This matter was extremely strange, and he also thought that someone was doing something secretly, but no matter how he checked, he could not find any trace of someone doing it.
In such an environment, even if a great monk uses the method of calling for wind and rain, it will not help. Without the foundation of rain, it is impossible to create water out of thin air, right?
Moreover, it is not that they have not used magic weapons to transport water sources before. Unfortunately, facing the huge Qingzhou, even if the water is brought down, it will be a drop in the bucket and will not help.
The Foolish Old Man moved the mountains and the Jingwei filled the sea. The spirit is indeed valuable, but the people of Qingzhou cannot wait that long.
Therefore, Su Ming chose to find another way. If there was no water source, he would look for water. Those people couldn't do it because they didn't have enough cultivation and realm. It didn't mean that he, Su Ming, couldn't do it.
As for the land of Qingzhou, thousands of miles away is the East China Sea.
Therefore, Su Ming wanted to evaporate the surface of the East China Sea and move it to Qingzhou for rainfall. Otherwise, how could there be enough water in other places to provide rainfall for Qingzhou?
As for what will happen to the East China Sea, that's not Su Ming's time to worry about.
Once the rainfall is successful, Su Ming will be praised and sung by the people throughout Qingzhou, and the name of Pudu Cihang will be remembered by the world.
When the time comes, he will be able to harvest a large area of faith, unlock more luck, and even obtain heavenly merits.
When he harvests a wave of luck, he will be confident enough to survive the catastrophe and become a soul.
This is Su Ming's true purpose.
