Jinniu City is an ancient city in Daliang Kingdom with hundreds of years of history.
The city wall is seven meters high, and every inch of the city wall is made of hard stones cut from the mountains. The wall at the main entrance is built into a huge golden bull head, with two bull's eyes staring straight ahead, revealing a kind of Fierce momentum.
The location of Jinniu City has always been a battleground for military strategists. There was a huge moat dug around the city. Unfortunately, at this time, there was no water left in the moat due to drought. It became a deep long ditch, and there were also traces of sword slashes on the city wall. There are different shades, old and new, and they are scattered in various places. From this, we can also know that this city must have suffered more than one bloody battle.
From the vicissitudes and majestic momentum emanating from the entire city, it can be seen that it should be a quite prosperous city.
Under the influence of drought, the guards in front of the city gate stood listlessly at their posts, looking at the dry and cracked earth, wondering what would happen tomorrow.
"Let's go. According to the information we received, this is the hardest-hit area. Fellow Daoist Zhang, I suggest you build a dojo in this Jinniu City, formally erect a statue of the god, and spread the name of the god. When the time comes, you can naturally obtain a large amount of incense and wish power."
Zhuang Buzhou said to Zhang Xiangyuan with a smile.
"Well, Zhang has this intention. Zhenxi City is a prefectural city. It is not suitable for me to go there yet. It is the best choice to stay temporarily in this Jinniu City and lay down a solid foundation. If the Red Locust God really exists, then I need a large number of believers to provide me with incense and gather divine power."
Zhang Xiangyuan looked at Jinniu City, nodded and said: "I plan not to go into the city first, but to go to the surrounding villages. The people there need my help even more. When the time comes, if necessary, we can go to Zhenxi City Meet up. If there is news about the Red Locust God, please contact me as soon as possible."
Although Jinniu City is good, but now that he wants to preach, the nearby villages are a better place. Only by rescuing them can the benefits be maximized.
If in other words.
Country people are easy to fool.
It is easier to generate faith and obtain incense and willpower.
"Okay, then we'll see you in the future."
Zhuang Buzhou smiled lightly, nodded and said.
This is what monks are like, there are companions and there are separations. Gathering and dispersing are originally based on one's heart. It’s not meant to go on forever. The only people accompanying me on this journey are my family and children.
Afterwards, Zhang Xiangyuan walked to other villages. Zhuang Buzhou walked towards the city.
The guard at the city gate was absent-minded. When he saw Zhuang Buzhou entering the city, he did not stop him and allowed him to enter the city.
Entering the city, you can see that this ancient city, which used to be extremely prosperous in the past, is filled with a lifeless atmosphere. It turns out that there are only a few hawkers gathering on the roadside, and there is a sense of sadness on their faces. lament.
"Dang Dang Dang!!"
Just as Zhuang Buzhou was walking and looking around, a young man in coarse linen clothes stood on the street holding a gong in one hand and a wooden spine in the other. The sound of the gong immediately attracted the attention of a large number of people, and many people ran out of their houses. For a time, the huge street was crowded.
Zhuang Buzhou was also attracted and approached on a black donkey.
When the young man saw that most of the people had been attracted by the sound of his gong, he immediately stopped banging and shouted in his loud voice with excitement: "Dear fellow villagers, I just got the exact news. Qiyun Taoist Master Qi Yun, the master of the Qiyun Temple on the north mountain of our Jinniu City, has come down to our Jinniu City. Now he is setting up the altar in the market and is about to open the altar to perform rituals, offer sacrifices to the sky and pray for rain. Everyone go and see it!!”
"Qiyunguan? I have met Taoist Master Qiyun of Qiyunguan before when I went to offer incense. He is indeed the Taoist Quanzhen. I didn't expect him to come down the mountain too. Maybe he can really bring rain... "
"Yes!! I heard that Taoist Master Qi Yun is an expert in magic. One of my relatives once saw him directly make a watermelon seed take root, sprout, spread out branches and leaves, and produce a watermelon as big as a fist within a quarter of an hour. , the Taoist priest in the temple said, this is called the 'dead wood blooms in spring' method, let alone melon seeds, even if it is a dead branch, keep it so that the dead wood can bloom in spring and grow moist buds."
"It's really so magical, so what are we waiting for? Let's go see it together..."
When the people around heard that it was the master of Qiyunguan who came down the mountain, they immediately started talking about it. They talked about all the magical powers spread about Qiyunguan in the outside world. They said it clearly and clearly.
With a shout, a group of people rushed to the market with great momentum! !
Zhuang Buzhou, who was standing in the crowd and heard the above rumors, had a strange look in his eyes and said to himself: "Spring comes out of dead trees? Is this Taoist Master Qi Yun a spiritual master? He shows off in front of others and recruits believers. What does he want to do, collect incense? It’s still about gathering money, or there are other motives.”
A thought flashed through his mind, but his face didn't show much change. He sat on the black donkey and followed the flow of people towards the location of the market. Take your time and follow behind. The people around him didn't care about this either.
Not long after, we arrived at our destination.
I only saw that in the market of Jinniu City, a high platform built on the ground stood in the center of the market. On the high platform, there was an altar. On the altar, the yellowed talisman was held down by a bronze bell. , peach wood swords, Bagua mirrors and other necessary props for Taoist priests are also placed on the altar. At first glance, it really looks like that.
Solemn and solemn, it makes people feel awe-struck.
Around the altar, nine young Taoist priests in Taoist robes were sitting cross-legged on futons, muttering words as if they were reciting some kind of Taoist scriptures, with extremely solemn expressions.
The only person standing was a man in his late twenties, wearing a white monk's robe, with his hair tied at the temples, and a sanctimonious look on his face. At first glance, people couldn't help but secretly praise him: "Sure enough, he is a distinguished man. The truth is true."
It really looks good.
By the time Zhuang Buzhou and the others arrived in front of the high platform, a large group of people had gathered around, pointing and talking at the high platform.
"Look, the man in the white Taoist robe is Taoist Master Qi Yun of Qi Yunguan. He is an expert with great supernatural powers and magic power. I saw a high platform being built here two days ago. I didn't know what it was for at the time. If I knew If it was Taoist Master Qi Yun who was building the altar, I would have gone up to help him, and I could also help my family accumulate some virtue."
"I heard that Taoist Qi Yun built a high platform here just to pray for rain. Do you think he can really pray for rain?"
"It would be great if we could really ask for a heavy rain. But I haven't seen a drop of rain in more than half a year. I just hope that there will be a heavy rain to relieve this drought. If this continues, we will not be able to survive. We went down. Although we can get food from the other side, no one can survive without water."
"Yes, the crops in the fields are gone. With the grain traded from the other side, I can still survive by tightening my belt, but if the water is gone, I will not be able to survive this day."
In these discussions, one can feel how strong the people's expectations for the next rain are. Now, Taoist Qi Yun, who has now set up the altar and predicted rain, has a little more ardent desire. .
"Jingle Bell!!"
A crisp and melodious sound of bells suddenly came out, silencing the discussions around them. Many people heard the sound and looked around, only to see that on the high platform, Taoist Priest Qi Yun was holding a bronze bell in one hand and shaking it hurriedly. He stood up until all the people around him were paying attention to the stage, then he stopped and put the bell back on the altar.
After raising his hand and bowing to the many people in the audience, he said: "I think all the donors in Jinniu City should know that Pindao is the master of the White Cloud Temple outside the city."
"When I was practicing Taoism with great concentration on the mountain, I felt something in my heart. I knew that the people at the foot of the mountain were miserable and had no way to live. This time I came down from the mountain because of the drought that has lasted for more than half a year. For everyone, I pray for some nectar to save me. The suffering of all peoples.”
Taoist Priest Qi Yun has a very good appearance, and his words were so righteous that many people in the audience immediately felt grateful.
"Thank you, Immortal!"
"The Immortal Master is merciful and asks the Immortal Master to use his great magic power to pray for the next nectar..."
"Yes! Please ask the Immortal to be merciful and use your magical powers..."
These common people didn't care about anything else. When they saw Taoist Qi Yun's righteous face and determined expression, they immediately began to beg, and their voices were like cuckoos crying, which made people feel pity.
When Taoist Priest Qi Yun saw the crowd of responders in the audience, a trace of satisfaction flashed through his eyes. He stretched out his hands and pressed down gently. The people who had already focused on him stopped immediately. Begging, everyone looked at him eagerly. The transition from noise to silence was strange but extremely natural.
"Pin Tao can understand the desires of fellow villagers and elders. However, this magical power is extraordinary. It is extraordinary to use guns and knives. Praying for rain is not an ordinary thing. It is far from being achieved by Ping Dao and Qiyun Temple alone." Yes, this is shameful for a poor person."
As Qi Yun spoke, he showed a sad expression, and his expression changed so quickly that it was even faster than Sichuan's face-changing technique. This sentence is not the key point. What is important is actually the words that follow.
Sure enough, the people below immediately shouted: "Master Qi, this time you are praying to God for rain for our entire Jinniu City. How can you bear it alone? What else do you need? Just ask us, as long as the immortal Master, if you tell me, even if you are trying to sell something, we will find it for you."
"Yes!! Master Immortal, please tell me quickly."
The crowd was excited for a moment, and they looked at Taoist Master Qi Yun on the stage with burning eyes. As long as they could pray for rain, nothing else mattered.
