Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 389: Five Years of Chang'an's Drought, Ask the Heavens for Rain!
In Chang'an City, many people were looking forward to it.

They knew that His Majesty would hold the Longmen Fairy Fair today to pray for rain for Chang'an. The people who participated in the Fairy Fair were all from various sects, including Daoxuan Li Daoxuan!
Early in the morning, many people are worshiping their ancestors or gods and Buddhas, hoping that the Longmen Fairy Association can really pray for rain.

The drought in Chang'an lasted for several months, and they have suffered a lot. The crops have died due to the drought, and the lips of the children have long been chapped. In addition, the scorching heat is approaching, and many elderly people are unable to hold on.

Had it not been for His Majesty's order to reduce and exempt Chang'an's taxes, and to collect water from various places and distribute it for free, Chang'an City would have become an empty city, or a dead city full of corpses!
And just as they were praying devoutly and looking forward to it, a voice as vast as a god and Buddha echoed throughout the entire city of Chang'an.

"If Buddhism is not established as the state religion, there will be a 500-year drought in Chang'an, and the land of the Tang Dynasty will also fall into endless natural disasters!"

"If Buddhism is not established as the state religion..."

"If you don't stand..."

These words were like the sound of thunder from the west, which captured the hearts and minds of many people, and made many people feel terrified. Some people even knelt down, thinking that it was the ancient Buddha who was punishing the world.

500 years of drought!
Infinite natural disasters!

These words were too terrifying, and they undoubtedly added fuel to the fire for the already worried people in Chang'an City. Some people cried bitterly, feeling as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling apart, and life was hopeless.

Some people also said that His Majesty was holding the Longmen Fairy Fair, and that Master Li would definitely ask for heavy rain, but when he looked up at the sky, he saw that the scorching sun was still hotter, and his voice became weaker and weaker, lacking in confidence.

……

In the palace, the strong dragon aura suddenly became much weaker, and the mournful cry of the dragon could be faintly heard.

The strength of the Dragon Qi is related to national power and people's support. At this moment, the people in Chang'an are in panic, and more and more people question Li Shimin, so the Dragon Qi is naturally sluggish.

Li Shimin held the wine bottle tightly, gritted his teeth, stared at Maha with eyes like a sword.

At this moment, he even suspects that the severe drought in Chang'an City has something to do with Maha, because the other party seems to be sure that no one can ask for heavy rain unless Buddhism is established as the state religion.

Firstly, he caused a severe drought in Chang’an with black magic, and then shirked it to the change of Xuanwu Gate, which disturbed the hearts of the people and caused rumors to spread everywhere. Finally, Maha used this to force himself to appoint him as the national teacher and Buddhism as the state religion...

In this way, the biggest beneficiary in the end became Maha. He not only became the national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, but also spread Buddhism as he wished, and even slowly lifted himself up to take over the authority of the Tang Dynasty!
No, isn't he worried that he will give up his life and fight to the death?

Li Shimin was able to conquer the world, and all battles in the south were invincible, so he was naturally extremely intelligent. He quickly figured out the only flaw in the opponent's plan, and that was his character.

Li Shimin is a person who dares to take risks and risk his life, otherwise he would not resolutely carry out the Xuanwu Gate Change, and he would not have frequently gone to the front to serve as scouts during wars in the past.

Now that he has seen the opponent's plot, he does not lack the courage to risk his life, because he knows that blindly compromising is like boiling a frog in warm water, which can only be eaten away slowly.

Suddenly, Li Shimin remembered what Li Yuanji did before, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, everything seemed to form a perfect closed loop.

Mo Luojiao guessed that he might desperately fight to the death, so he used Li Yuanji as a pawn, trying to replace him with Li Yuanji and replace him silently.

Then Maha entered the capital with a high profile, and by praying for rain, he gained popular popularity and became a national teacher. In this way, he could subtly control Li Tang's regime and make the new Tang Dynasty a puppet!
In this way, it can be said that no one is aware of it. Even if someone notices it later, it will be too late.

Thinking of this, Li Shimin suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He is extremely fortunate now. Fortunately, Taichong was born out of nowhere. In just a few days, he found out the case of blindness, beheaded King Qi, and destroyed the plan of the Moro Sect. .

After Li Yuanji's death, the Mara Sect did not stop planning, and Maha still went to Beijing, hoping to use popular support to force him to submit, taking a gamble.

"Dear priests, since I ascended the throne, I have respected Taoism, repaired Taoist temples, and recruited people from outside the country. Now that the country is in crisis, and strong thieves are pressing against each other, I don't know which Taoist priest can come forward to ask for rain and relieve my urgent need?"

Li Shimin looked at those Taoists with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

At this moment, even killing Maha will not help, we must ask for a heavy rain as soon as possible, so that the people in Chang'an will know that what Maha said just now is nothing but alarmist talk.

Only in this way can the hearts of the people be stable!

He didn't ask Li Daoxuan, because now Li Daoxuan's state is very special, he has been "uppered" by that empress, Li Shimin doesn't know what attitude that empress has towards him, and whether he is willing to help him with all his strength like Tai Chong.

Therefore, he can only speak first to test.

Xuandu Guan taught Dongyangzi often received the favor of the emperor, although he was not sure, he was the first to stand up and said: "Your Majesty, I would like to give it a try!"

He walked up to the high platform, where altars, glutinous rice, yellow talismans, incense candles and other things had already been arranged to meet the needs of rain.

Dong Yangzi holds a mahogany sword in his hand, with his hair on his back, chanting words.

After a while, he pointed at the wooden sword, sprinkled a handful of glutinous rice, and said, "The wind rises!"

call!
A gust of wind blew by, with a little moisture, blowing the flags around.

Li Shimin's eyes brightened. As Li Chunfeng said, the Ziwei star is dim today, and the dragon energy has the least influence on Taoism. Dongyangzi seems to have the hope of summoning rain.

Before, he asked Dong Yangzi to try to pray for rain. At that time, not to mention rain, he didn't even ask for a wisp of wind.

But when Li Shimin looked at Maha, he found that the other party looked calm and seemed not worried at all.

"Cloud gathering!"

On the high platform, Dong Yangzi swung the wooden sword again, raised it high to the sky, and danced wildly with his white hair all over his head.

Clouds began to gather, and the sky seemed to be getting darker.

"Haha, it's overcast, it's really overcast!"

"Dongyangzi really deserves to be the head teacher of Xuandu Guan, his Taoism is really profound!"

"That bald donkey just said that there will be a severe drought in Chang'an City for 500 years, hehe, if I were him, I would find a crack in the ground and get in right now!"

Maha sat quietly, most of his mind was concentrated on Li Daoxuan, or Empress Tsing Yi, and he didn't even look at Dongyangzi, just like dust.

At this time, some people began to notice something was wrong.

"No, look quickly, Dongyangzi's complexion is really bad!"

On the high platform, Dong Yangzi's face was pale, with almost no trace of blood, his lips were blue, and the hand holding the mahogany sword trembled slightly, as if he was under tremendous pressure every moment.

"Ray... come!"

He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed blood on the mahogany sword, desperately trying to finish casting the spell, but there was no thunder at all, let alone a trace of thunder, and instead there was a sound of wood breaking.

Snapped!
The mahogany sword in his hand was broken in two, Dong Yangzi spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell off the high platform, his breath was weak and he was extremely embarrassed.

But the dark clouds and damp wind that had been called before disappeared in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

　There is a third update tonight~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)