Your universe is so fragile

Chapter 28 The Appearance of the True God
At Zhang Jiao's first glance, what was reflected was a milky white river, like a long river pouring down from the sky, but the water was replaced with thick fresh milk.

However, when the bright white river like milk fell to the ground and made a loud noise, he realized that it was not milk at all.

This is actually rice!

Endless, saving the white rice that the common people laboriously pounded!

Zhang Jiao stood there stunned, and the nine-section stick in his hand even fell to the ground with a "snap".

But this sound is so insignificant compared with the dense and crisp sound of "crack la la la" and "da da da da" when rice collides with each other.

What can be compared with it is only the ecstatic cheers of the surrounding people.

The rice pouring down from the sky became denser and more dense, and finally turned into a huge tide of rice, and in a blink of an eye, a mountain of white light was piled up at the place where the altar was originally placed!

The mountain of pure white rice is full of fragrance, which makes people salivate.

The scent of rice even wafted to the top of the city, causing countless soldiers to sniff hard, and suddenly became three-point drunk.

"What kind of enchantment does this... that horn use?"

On the top of the city, a small school armed with a gun was stunned when he saw this scene, and couldn't help muttering.

However, the next moment, the person in front of him turned around, swung his arms round, and with a loud "snap!", he knocked him to the ground!

Li Cheng, the prefect of Yecheng, who was dressed as a military officer, said with an almost ferocious face: "If I hear you disrespecting the great virtuous teacher again, I will peel your skin!"

The little schoolboy covered his face, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, he dared not speak.

However, there were two points of dissatisfaction in my heart, and I said to myself: "Uncle Mingming, you still said that the horn was a monster to confuse the public, lied about being scandalous, and tried to lure refugees into the city in vain, you are so daring..."

But he was just stunned by Li Cheng for a while, and he didn't react.

When the little school boy came to his senses, remembering what Zhang Jiao had done just now under the watchful eyes of everyone, he suddenly felt the hairs all over his body explode, and shuddered!

He was slightly relieved when he raised his head in horror and found that his colleagues around him were dumbfounded and almost all their attention was on the miracles outside the city.

It's a good thing no one heard it, otherwise, wait for that horn... Bah, after the great virtuous teacher enters the city, I'm afraid I won't have any good fruit to eat!

However, the prefect Li Cheng no longer cared about him. After scolding him angrily, he hurriedly adjusted his appearance, and then shouted to both sides: "Hurry up and open the city gate, and welcome the great virtuous teacher to enter the city!!"

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In the Han Dynasty, rice was already a very common staple food.

It's just that there is less water in the north, and most of the farming is in the south. If you want to eat, you need to rely on the roads built by the Qin Dynasty to transport it.

With such a high transportation cost, naturally few northerners can afford to eat rice as a luxury, which is the privilege of rich families.

However, they have never eaten or pounded rice. For farmers who plan food all year round and have nothing else but farming and bearing children all their lives, distinguishing five grains is just as natural as breathing.

In the eyes of the hungry people, they seemed to see the most precious wealth in the world.

They were ecstatic, and almost instantly forgot their hunger and exhaustion. They clustered together and ran towards the mountains, grabbing the rice with trembling hands, feeling unprecedented satisfaction and warmth.

It seems that at this moment, all the pain and sorrow are far away from them.

The only thing left is to cheer and cry with joy.

Zhang Jiao stared blankly at the grain as high as the mountain, his mind went blank, and he didn't even remember when he was invited into the city by the prefect of Yecheng.

There was only one thought in his mind at this moment.

'Sichen' is probably the real god!

Although the Taiping Sect believes in Huang Taiyi, in fact, it is more eager for the "peace and prosperity" under the rule of the Yellow Emperor without exploitation and oppression.

That is 'yellow sky'.

The actual meaning of Huang Tian refers to the human order and legal system constructed by Huang Lao's theory.Otherwise, how would it correspond to the sky representing the Han Dynasty?
Therefore, "the sky is dead, and the yellow sky should be established" is completely a pursuit of an idealized society, and there is very little real superstition in it.

So now, Zhang Jiao is dumbfounded.

Throughout the ages, which emperor does not offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, which river does not offer sacrifices to He Bo, and which village does not offer sacrifices to mountain gods?

But who will live forever?Where is the weather?

There is now.

Giving sacrifices to Si Chen, people really responded, what the fuck.

Although Zhang Jiao's mental activity is not so rude, but the meaning is similar.

He recalled the first words 'Si Chen' said in his ear: "Okay, I'll help you."

Is this the gang?
Food directly from the sky?

Even the shells have been pounded, isn't it too detailed?

What about Zhuan Xu Jedi Tiantong that was agreed?

Zhang Jiao didn't even notice the chaos in his mind. He clenched his hands tightly the whole time, and even convulsed slightly due to the extreme tension.

In the beginning, his nervousness was fear, fear that all this was just a dream, fleeting like a bubble.

After that, he began to worry about gains and losses again, fearing that his doubts about Si Chen in the past two days, or his disrespectful attitude when he first contacted him, would offend the only true god who had manifested in thousands of years.

In the end, he was even worried about 'Si Chen'... After all, there must be a reason for the other gods not to appear. What if Zhuan Xu's Jedi Tiantong is true, and gods who interfere in mortal affairs without authorization will be severely punished? ?
It's not impossible, after Si Chen finished speaking, it took two days to reappear, maybe it's because of the strict laws of the God Realm.

Didn't he harm Si Chen Xingjun instead?
With this thought, Zhang Jiao looked anxious, and stood up directly from the main seat, which startled Li Cheng, who was pouring wine carefully, from the guest seat.

The majestic Yecheng prefect quickly followed suit, walked to the center of the main hall of the prefect's mansion, and repeatedly bowed to the superior Zhang Jiao for mercy.

"Great virtuous teacher! Great virtuous teacher, it's not that you don't want to open the city gate before you go down. It's really a severe drought and epidemic. Taxes and taxes are not collected every year. The court has repeatedly urged. Now the food in the city is not enough for so many people. Not a heart of stone."

"Besides, you also said that there are rumors outside the city. If you let them in before, you will only end up starving to death!"

"But now it's all right, with the food you borrowed from heaven, the great virtuous teacher, not only the people in the city, but also the hungry people can survive the drought this year!"

Li Cheng's attitude was extremely respectful and humble, almost flattering, as if he was facing the ten permanent attendants in the capital.

Zhang Jiao glanced at the other party indifferently, he had something important in his mind, so naturally he couldn't take the time to think about the younger generation.

He thought for a long time, finally gritted his teeth in pain and made a decision, and said in a deep voice, "Don't move those grains! Let me raise the altar again!"

After saying these words, Zhang Jiao's heart almost bleeds.

It's not that he doesn't understand how useful so much food is, and how eager those people are to have a full meal so that they can continue to live.

But Zhang Jiao also knows how important it is to have a true god who can manifest spirits!

When the rice is finished, there will be nothing left, and it can only save the people of a city.

Because of this, Si Chenruo was disappointed in himself and the world, like a god in the sky, he no longer appeared, and could only be a clay puppet devouring incense.Where will the hundreds of millions of people in this world go?

Just as Li Cheng was stunned, a peaceful voice mixed with a little tiredness sounded in the prefect's mansion.

"No, you can eat the food as you like, and it will take the same effort to take it back."

These words were like an imperial decree, and all of a sudden the burden on Zhang Jiao's heart was lifted.

With such ups and downs, Zhang Jiao couldn't help but tremble and nearly fell.

He stabilized his figure and stood still, stretched out his trembling hands under the Taoist robe, and slowly joined them together. With the posture of Huang Taiyi in the Taiping Sect's daily worship, with a straight spine, he choked up and worshiped to the sky: "Caomin Zhangjiao, thank you very much." The grace of Si Chen's life!!"

Li Cheng, who was on the side, was already dumbfounded.

Is there really... really a god?
(End of this chapter)