Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 320 Going back a little bit, the poor will...

Empress Wu Zetian!
Meng Fan felt confused and secretly removed the prefix "Empress". No matter how legendary she was, in this world, he would defend Li Tang to the death and keep the Taoist heritage alive.

"Thanks to the Queen of Heaven, sweet rain can come from the path, which will help the people and save the people."

"You can also fly to the sky and escape to the earth, and control thunder and lightning. Wherever you go, the devil bows your head, ghosts and gods worship you, and the guards greet you in the mountains and rivers."

"You can also fast and start playing music to summon the generals from heaven."

"One day, when your merits and virtues will be perfect, you will attain enlightenment and become an immortal, your star will descend, and the gate of heaven will open by itself."

Due to the supreme majesty, one could not look at the saint at will, so Meng Fan lowered his gaze and spoke in the plainest language, something that would subvert the perceptions of the monarchs and ministers in the palace.

absurd……

A courtier with a Confucian background frowned, and sighed secretly: Now there is already a heretic Ming Chongyan, who deceives the people and shakes the foundation of the country, but unexpectedly, there is another little Taoist priest.

"Oh, can you do a show?"

Wu Zetian sat up straight and signaled to the palace attendants to lift the curtains, revealing a beautiful and bright face.

Almost at the same time, Meng Fan raised his head confidently and replied, "I wonder how the Queen of Heaven wants me to behave?"

Then, my heart was touched.

Among the hanging curtains, the Emperor Riji is old and gray-haired. Although the dragon energy around his body is strong, invulnerable to all means and people dare not touch him, it is difficult to conceal the feeling of decay.

The diva, who is four years older than him, is still as bright and beautiful as a 30-year-old woman. She is still young and has an aggressive and heroic aura between her eyebrows.

To be honest, the maids in charge of serving next to her were still in their prime, but they still felt ashamed in front of her and were willing to admit they were inferior.

But Meng Fan thought about the original history, and people at that time described it like this: Although the Spring and Autumn Period was high, he was good at painting himself, but he didn't notice his decline even though he was on the left and right.

At nearly 70 years old, teeth can still grow back, let alone in this world where there are immortals and Buddhas and rich spiritual energy?

Wu Zetian leaned on her elbows, put her hands on her chin, and said with a sweet smile: "The heat in Chang'an is unbearable. Although there is ice in the palace to relieve the heat, I still feel bored. How about a rain?"

"can."

Meng Fan calmed down his mind, raised his hands to the Queen with her eyebrows spread out, then looked at the Emperor beside him, and said respectfully:

"How much rain does Your Majesty think is appropriate?"

It's a small hint.

Even in this matter, Wu Zetian, who is also known as the Second Saint with the Emperor, can definitely make the decision, but he still did not forget to ask Li Zhi to tell him how much rain he should ask for.

Not far away, Ming Chongyan stood up from his seat in shock and confusion, almost losing his sense of control.

The Maoshan inheritance has always been recognized by others. He has heard of the mundane master, and he is indeed extraordinary. However, Chang'an is the imperial capital, a place where the general trend of humanity gathers. Countless spells will fail, and his disciple is so young...

How could such a method be used!
"Little Taoist Priest, I have no words to say before you."

"Can you really ask for wind and rain?"

Li Zhilue's sunken eyes are uncertain, making it hard to guess what's going on in his heart.

"A poor Taoist dare not deceive you."

Meng Fan was neither humble nor overbearing, he was recommended by Lei Zu, called Tian Tian Ying and Di Di Ling, and he could directly issue orders to Deng Tianjun.

"It hasn't rained in Chang'an for seven days. It's considered a minor drought. There is only three inches and 36 points of water. How about that?"

There was silence in the hall.

Why is Your Majesty so harsh?
Some ministers secretly speculated.

In fact, since the Tang Dynasty, the amount of rain has been calculated by special instruments just like snowfall, and can be divided into skin-inch, excess-inch, several-inch, and-chi, nearly-chi, and over-chi.

Unexpectedly, Meng Fan just smiled slightly and responded:
"This matter is easy. Your Majesty, when will the clouds spread, when will the thunder start, when will it rain, and when will the rain stop." The ministers in the palace were bound by etiquette and did not dare to make loud noises, but they also discussed in low voices.

Is the young man arrogant, or does he really have the truth?
Prince Li Xian, who originally had the attitude of watching a play and drinking alone to relieve his depression, couldn't help but look curious and seriously looked at the young Taoist with a clear voice in front of him.

Meng Fan had a smooth journey, traveled all over the world, and made many friends. His connections ranged from Netherworld to Dantian Fu Demon Academy. His ancestor was either a heavenly master in the upper realm or assisting Emperor Dongyue. Not long ago, he also made friends with Deng Tianjun of the Lei Department. , coupled with the success of Taoism, he has a calm and graceful demeanor.

"Now it has just passed the sunrise, and the clouds have not yet begun to form. There will be thunder at three o'clock in the afternoon. It will rain at Shen hour. It will rain enough at Xu hour. There will be three inches and 36 o'clock of water."

"The minister leads the order."

Li Zhi showed his joy and anger, while Meng Fan was calm and calm, completing the dialogue between the king and his ministers in one question and one answer.

"Show it, I will go to the outside of the palace to watch."

Not long after, the ministers of civil and military affairs sat outside with the driver, lining up the corridors.

Weichu, also known as Sunset and Riyang, the sun sets from the sky and is slightly westward.

"Sage, all the colors in the altar are ready. You can ask the Taoist priest to go to the altar to pray for rain." A soldier flew to report.

"Prince Xiaodao, please."

Wu Zetian smiled and looked particularly kind.

Meng Fan didn't say much, nodded slightly in response, put on the air of Beidou Qiyuan, so as not to be underestimated, and then flew directly to the three-foot-high platform in full view of everyone, shocking all civil and military officials.

Praying for rain also depends on the occasion.

In the past, altars were set up in the county to alleviate severe drought and nourish the hearts of the people. Everything was kept simple and practical.

Nowadays, there is no drought in Chang'an, it's just the scorching heat, so begging for rain is just a practice, to prove that he is not a heretical liar for grandstanding.

Since it was a show operation, Daoist Meng must be as fancy as possible to make the scene bigger.

At this moment, there are 28 constellation flags on the left and right sides of the altar, and a table is placed on the top. There is an incense burner on the table, and there is a mist of incense in the burner.

There are two candlesticks on both sides. The candles on the candlesticks are bright, and a gold medal is leaning on the hearth. On the card is the name of Lei Zu: Jiutian Yingyuan Thunder Universal Transformation Tianzun.

There are five large tanks at the bottom, all filled with clear water, with willow branches floating on the water. Each holds an iron sign with the symbol "Thunder City" written on it.

In addition, there are five large piles on the left and right, and the names of the wild thunder messengers from the five directions are written on the piles.

Ming Chongyan was shocked.

How could he get involved with Lei Zu?
The next moment came even more shock.

Meng Fan purified his heart and recited the incantation. Even those who did not know this sacred name before heard his unusually solemn voice that contained Taoist power, and restrained their minds and did not dare to think wildly.

"Ceremony of conversion with sincerity, nine heavens should be in Yuanfu, the supreme king of Yuqing. Transformed into form and filled ten directions, talked about Taoism and turned nine phoenixes. Above 36 heavens, read treasures, test Qiongshu; thousands of five hundred kalpas First of all, the position is true and the power is great. Holding up the golden light in his hand, he proclaims the Jade Pivot Treasure Sutra; his disobedience turns into dust, and his voice is as fast as wind and fire."

“Making great aspirations with a pure mind.”

"Conquer all demons with the power of wisdom."

"Headmaster Wu Lei Yunxin Three Realms."

"Father of all beings, master of all spirits."

"The Great Sage, the Great Merciful, the Supreme Emperor, the Supreme Dao."

"Nine Heavens Respond to Yuan's Thunder and Universalize Tianzun!"

After the ceremony, everything was as usual outside the imperial city. Everyone in the palace felt thunder in the sky, shaking the nine heavens and moving the nine earths, shaking the sea and turning the four seas.

The clouds above the head instantly condensed, directly covering the sun. At the same time, Feng Po and Xun Erlang exerted their magic power with all their strength. The cool breeze blew, and the millions of people in the city felt refreshed.

(End of this chapter)