Huang Ting

Praying for rain is common, but praying for wind is not common.

Because rain can bring a good harvest, but long winds can only make people miserable.

Human beings will only choose the direction of development that is beneficial to themselves.

Therefore, the method of praying for rain has existed since ancient times, but praying for wind is rare. At least Hu Xiuwu has never heard of it.

Gong Qing explained: "It's normal for Xiuwu to have never heard of the Quanzhou Wind Praying Ceremony. Before the Song Dynasty, there were few wind praying methods in the Central Plains. Only some military arts involved the use of the heavenly wind."

"But during the Song and Yuan Dynasties, Quanzhou's maritime trade was booming. Thousands of sails passed through the docks, and traffic was like a forest. There was still noisy at night, and the lights were always on, which brought countless benefits to the court."

"It's just that sea-going ships at that time were extremely dependent on wind power. Without sea breeze, the big ship would be nothing more than a snail on the sea, unable to climb even a few steps."

Hu Xiuwu understood: "That's why maritime merchants pray for sea breeze."

Gong Qing said: "Yes, only when you have something to ask for and what you need will you have something to think about and something to gain."

"In order to maintain the prosperity of maritime trade, the Quanzhou government asked strangers to design the Quanzhou Wind Prayer Festival."

Hu Xiuwu felt a little pity: "It's a pity that Ye Maoshan named Li Si, he is really quite capable, and the sacrifice process that Dong worked hard to cobble together actually worked."

"Using the power of the new gods to perform the old ritual sacrifices is indeed an obscene sacrifice, and it is indeed a good idea, but can it be done?"

Only Li Si stood in the center of the five dragons, refusing to dodge or dodge, looking up to the sky and laughing:

Xia Liuqing came to Hu Xiuwu with her hands behind her back: "Boy, we have lifted up the desert. Now you should tell us which part of this city is related to the Jiashen Rebellion."

Hu Xiuwu clicked his tongue and said unabashedly: "It's true that good people don't pay for themselves with their lives, and the harm will last for thousands of years, but you are not dead yet."

"With the help of [King Tongyuan], we can gather the trust of the people in Quanzhou, and then use the sacrifices to turn the accumulated trust into a trend of helping business."

"Then Xia Liuqing is playing the role of [King Tongyuan] now?"

Hu Xiuwu smiled: "Mother Mazu? So it turns out that Mr. Xia sang the female role? I wonder why she is so enchanting."

'Mazu' said: "Yes."

Faced with such a natural disaster, Hu Xiuwu did not dare to confront him head-on. He took Chen Duo in his arms and prepared to take her into Luo Fengtian for temporary refuge.

The Jiuri Mountain Wind Praying Ceremony is like an engine that has received endless energy. It is started at maximum power. Even the power of the rain praying method at the Wulong Hall of the Yuji Festival on the side has been increased.

Both Hu Xiuwu and Chen Duo had seen Jingjue City, which was supported by the thirty-six kingdoms of the Western Regions, at its most prosperous and prosperous time.

Hu Xiuwu pointed to the bare, pyramid-shaped building in the distance: "It's natural to find miraculous things in temples, and that's the Jingjue Temple."

Gong Qing smiled heartily: "After all, I made the plan. As soon as the sandstorm came, I hugged Brother Ding Zhangan tightly. I knew that Brother Ding was kind-hearted and would never leave me behind when using the Earthly Traveling Immortal Technique."

Although he didn't quite understand the text of the opera, Hu Xiuwu and others listening to the opera could clearly hear every word Xia Liuqing sang, which shows Xia Liuqing's skill.

Gong Qing's excited voice sounded from behind Hu Xiuwu.

Such a vast power of faith has gathered here, and it has revealed all kinds of miracles. There are no musical instruments around, but it can be heard clearly.

There are clouds of gongs ringing loudly, snare drums blaring urgently, erhus whimpering, and suonas wailing.

Hu Xiuwu could already detect a majestic wave of faith, rushing from the void and converging on the simple stage.

Ding Zhangan spat: "I saved your life because I saw Master Bi's face. Don't get too close to the mark."

On the altar, Li Si picked up the wat tablet and bowed like a court official to see the Queen of Heaven:

"Whoops! The county's plan is so depleted, and the people's strength is also so depleted! Leading the way to the south, we need it day by day, and this is the only way to be wide and fall down! God has shown his great spirit,

Let the waves be clear, the boats and ships sail safely, and the sails are sailed by the wind, traveling thousands of miles in a day, and arriving without any hindrance. This is the great wish of the officials and the people! I would like to bow my head in greeting."

Inside the sandstorm, it was as if the heaven and earth had not yet opened, it was dark and deep, there was no distinction between pure and turbid, and there was complete chaos.

The black sand is advancing at a speed that seems slow but is actually very fast. One second it was just a distant view, and the next moment the yellow sand has blocked the sky.

Xia Liuqing's face was covered with oil paint, her red clothes were fluttering, her hands were dancing with pink silk, and she was dancing and singing a Nanyin tune.

The thousand-year-old ancient city buried under the yellow sand finally saw the light of day again.

Everyone tried their best to avoid the black sandstorm.

Gong Qing looked at it in a free and easy way: "If you hear the truth in the morning, you can die at night. After he completed the biggest sacrifice in his life, he will naturally die without regrets."

There was only the sound of the wind between heaven and earth, and it seemed like there was no sound at all.

"The prefect of Quanzhou requested an edict to confer the God of Leshan Mountain as the God of the Sea and hold sacrifices at Jiuri Mountain. The emperor agreed to this plan and gave the God of Leshan Mountain the title of [King Tongyuan] and a generous forehead."

It is really sad to see the ancient city now, but only the ruined walls and broken sculptures are left.

The hills and sea of ​​sand drifted away with the storm, scattering in all directions.

Even Hu Xiuwu could only vaguely hear Gong Qing’s shouts:

"...According to the plan...Everyone is doing...Destiny...Run!!"

"Li Si, like me, has issued a military order. If we cooperate with him like this, if he still can't succeed," Gong Qing said coldly, "then death will be a relief for him."

The black sand storm is like a drowsy tsunami, like the Great Wall moving horizontally. Wherever it passes, the sand dunes disappear without a trace, the clouds dissipate, and everything in the desert is swallowed up by the black sand storm.

In an instant, a sandstorm came,

The five dragons collapsed, the incense table flew up, and Li Si disappeared into the rolling yellow sand.

When the sun shines back on the earth, the shadow of the original altar can no longer be seen in the desert.

After them, everyone gathered in the direction of Gong Qing from all directions. After all, this plan was designed by them, and everyone was prepared when the sandstorm came.

First, a small gust of wind rose, blowing the motionless talisman flag.

Except for Li Si, there were no other casualties.

As soon as the word comes out, the power of faith from [Mazu] is like the Milky Way, which has received instructions, sloping down.

So far, Jiuri Mountain, Zhaohui Temple, and King Tongyuan have become the sea gods in charge of the sea breeze.

Hu Xiuwu didn't know much about opera. He only knew some familiar facial makeup, but he didn't recognize the rest.

Hu Xiuwu chuckled,

Die without regrets? If Li Si knew what the world would be like in the future, he would only regret not being able to live in a prosperous life.

The once ingenious murals and reliefs on the temple's surface have been completely eroded by the wind, and the stone sculptures on the top that symbolize the snake god and the eye of Queen Jingjue have disappeared.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Master Xia makes an appearance, and the drama reaches its climax.

"I succeeded, I succeeded, I don't need anyone to seal me, my method of sacrifice is orthodox!"

"It's changed."

However, with Xia Liuqing's graceful posture, could it be that [King Tongyuan] is a goddess?

Gong Qing shook his head: "No, Mr. Xia is playing [Mazu]. [King Tongyuan] has gradually declined since the Yuan Dynasty, and [Mazu] is the new Poseidon."

"After spending so much money, I finally found the truth about the secret of Jiashen!!"

Then the breeze came and yellow sand filled the sky.

Later, Yuan Tao and Han Dan'er used the Running Rabbit to rush back, only slower than Ding Shian, who could use the Earth Traveling Immortal Technique to set off early.

The exquisite temple that once amazed Hu Xiuwu now looks dilapidated.

Amidst the high-pitched and intense music, Xia Liuqing became tall and plump, dressed in colorful harems and crowns, showing great power and grace.

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The sandstorm raged for a day and a night before it gradually became exhausted.

The temple is now beyond recognition. If Hu Xiuwu hadn't remembered the Feng Shui position where the temple was located, he wouldn't have recognized it as the former Jingjue Temple.

"But before entering the temple, I'm afraid I have to deal with the people behind me first."

Mazu’s full name:

Protecting the country and sheltering the people, the wonderful spirit Zhaoying Hongren Puji bless all living beings with sincerity and sincerity.

The God of Suijiang Tianhou.

The first time I read it, I didn’t even know how to break up the sentences.