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Chapter 25 25. The Dance of the God of Praying for Rain

The old streets of the imperial capital were dimly lit.

Young people walked by cuddling, and children in a family of three played around their parents.

"Oh..." The child accidentally bumped into a figure.

He sat down on the ground, and when he was about to cry, he saw a figure looking back.

Tears poured back into the eyes, and the child's instant feeling told him that there was a legendary monster in front of him, and if he cried, the monster would eat him up.

"Sorry, sorry." The mother rushed up, picked up the child with one hand, and apologized sincerely.But when he looked at his Gua Wazi, his eyes were not so good.

"It's okay." Li Xi'an smiled.

"Quick, give this..." The mother froze for a moment when she saw the boy's face clearly.

"Brother." Li Xi'an added.

"Quickly, apologize to this brother!"

The child contemplated for a long time, and finally said in a mosquito voice: "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, let's go play." The boy shook his head lightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." My mother added as she left.

When the family walked away, Li Xi'an turned around and caught a glimpse of Li Shishuang who was suppressing a smile.

"Have you reached the point where others don't bother to argue without asking?"

Li Xi'an didn't answer.

He was listening to stories and legends of ups and downs from storytellers outside the court.This is a well-known craftsman in the neighborhood. It coincides with a big festival, and there are many people gathered outside the gate.

"Today is the first day of the seventh lunar month of the Great Yan calendar, which is the day of the Dazhu Festival, so let's talk about the legend of the Dazhu Festival!"

The old man's voice is loud and clear, but also has the old hoarseness accumulated over the years.

Flicking his arms and sleeves, Xingmu patted the table.

"There is a saying that there are immortals sitting in the Taimiao, and the number one scholar emerges from under the mahogany gate! This Taimiao is the residence of the great witch Zhu who is in charge of the fate of a country and who is in charge of the yin and yang of gods and ghosts."

"The drought in the Great Yan Dynasty lasted for three full years, and God refused to give a drop of rain. Why? It turned out that there was Tsing Yi in Mobei, and the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven went south! Zhongneng burned all the water in the Yellow River..."

"The great witch Zhu's surname is Su, surrounded by red dragons. She climbed four mountains and crossed the yellow sands in the northern part of the desert to find the place where the nun was. From then on, a terrifying battle began!"

"Eternal blue sky! Fanged Buddha's face!" The old man chanted in a low voice, with time accumulated in his throat, wanting to take the audience to the vast ancient times, and witness the immortal Buddhas in the sky with their own eyes!
"The great witch Zhu finally returned to the capital of the gods, and a dance of praying for rain made the gods bow their heads... Today's big celebration is to commemorate this man's contribution to the world."

"It's raining and the sky is green, and the clouds are rustling and the emperor is returning." The old man slapped the table, and everyone woke up.

He looked around and saw the young man in the black robe with red patterns leaving in the corner.When he lowered his head again, there was an extra gold leaf in his hand for no apparent reason.

"The one from Taihang Mountain..." The old man lightly stroked his beard.

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From the old street to the avenue, it seems to have traveled through a century.

Dazhu Festival, an ancient festival that lasted thousands of years ago.

This is the public's perception, and ancient books show that this great celebration ceremony comes from the Hidden Age.No one can understand that in that era, it was hard to find even a brick, but there was a tradition of grand celebrations that continues to this day.

All descriptions are very clear, but there is no indication of the source dynasty.

"The great witch Zhu is called Supervisor Tiansi?" Li Xi'an asked suddenly.

"Well, Da Wuzhu is theoretically also an official of the dynasty, and his status is almost equivalent to that of the emperor." Zhao Xingzhou explained.

"Can Wu Zhu, who is in charge of ghosts and gods, have such a high status?"

"It is said that the fate of a country is carried by Jian Tiansi. They come from Jiuyou. In order to maintain their sanctity, they must be virgins all their lives." Li Shishuang followed with a smile, with a candied haws in her mouth.

"The rumors in the neighborhood are very different. This is a more reliable statement. As for which era this happened... People can earn their own blood."

"I see."

In the sky, the full moon hangs high.

Li Xi'an waited here for three days until the arrival of this celebration.

There was a flood of people, and even the great changes in the imperial capital a few days ago did not affect the happy atmosphere of this grand celebration.Of course, this kind of comfort is inseparable from the hard work of Zhao Xingzhou and Li Shishuang in the past few days.Keep the status quo stable. Although many people died in that calculation, they are not irreplaceable.

But it won't last long, and the two of them who are traveling together are well aware of this.

The young people in robes walked by talking and laughing. There were many people wearing ancient costumes in this ancient ceremony, so Li Xi'an was not conspicuous, but occasionally a little girl would come to him and ask him which shop bought this dress.

Above the head, a burst of fireworks suddenly bloomed.

It was a meteor flying backwards. The flower seeds dragged their gorgeous tails, blooming in extreme colors in midair, and then countless streams of light slanted down, illuminating the black bird relief on the ancient altar.

Unknowingly, they have followed the flow of people to the center of the imperial capital.

The Mysterious Bird of Destiny, descended to give birth to Shang.

This is a magnificent ancient altar, the place where ancient emperors offered sacrifices to heaven.Built in the Shang Dynasty, the black bird is its totem.

The maidens are dressed in green clothes and dance gracefully with their slender bodies.They played the ancient rhythm in the center of the altar, singing the chapters handed down from the ancient Taimiao.

Written language is the carrier of the spirit, and so is the movement of the body.

There are golden candles burning in Li Xi'an's eyes, and he can see the traces of thousands of years ago manifesting at this moment.The era is not the Shang Dynasty, it is longer, even longer than the beginning of Xia.

From Hidden History.

Someone was dancing lightly in the altar, it was a very beautiful woman.

She was also wearing green clothes and red clothes, with a dragon elephant drawn on her sleeves. She chanted in a low voice, and her dance was so beautiful that the gods would bow their heads.At the same time, there was a crowd of people under the altar, that was the ancestors bowing down to the supervisor.She beckons, clouds gather, she whispers, the wind blows, she carries the world with her body, and brings clouds and rain from all directions.

The woman was performing a divine dance, turning her head to look in Li Xi'an's direction from time to time.The cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye was particularly dazzling on his fair skin, seeping into his soul like a drop of blood.

Perhaps Li Xi'an's position at this moment is where the ancient kings were.

Thick black clouds gathered, and he could feel the unparalleled excitement of the ancestors.

Rain, in ancient times, is life.

There are golden ancient prose and Taoism rippling with Jian Tiansi's movements, and ripples appear, as if covering her with a veil like a golden candle.Stars lit up in the hazy sky, and Li Xi'an stared carefully only to realize that they were words that reflected the sky.The morning star-like text points in the direction of the west.

Western Kunlun.

Li Xi'an remained silent.

Li Shishuang, who was eating candied haws, turned sideways, and suddenly found that the side was empty, and the boy had disappeared.

In Gao Tian, ​​where no one can see, the red shadow shot through the clouds like an arrow, and finally entrenched in the clouds.

Zai Tian Ding appeared, and seal characters circulated.

It seems that endless grievances awakened in the cauldron, and thousands of evil spirits returned to the world, but their grievances were melted away under the dance of the gods.This world remembers that woman at this moment, it was like this thousands of years ago, and it is still the same today.Her dance is praying for rain and opening up reincarnation.

At the end of Jiantiansi's song, dark clouds gathered in the sky.

Chijiao sacrificed to the tripod to transform thousands of innocent souls, and turned them into raindrops to return to the earth.

At this time, two rains fell at the same time after thousands of years, and the scene of the first raindrop hitting the altar almost coincided.

Splashes are all similar.

"It's raining?" Someone beside the altar felt a chill on the tip of their nose.

As the drizzle fell silently, people realized that it was raining today, which is sacred.Even Wu Zhu, who was performing the ceremony on the altar, was filled with joy in his eyes.

They were wet from the rain without feeling uncomfortable.

The reflection engraved in the world, the extremely beautiful woman also raised her hand, feeling the temperature of the raindrops on her palm.

Looked at the cloud.

(End of this chapter)