Literati Sanctification

Chapter 29
The altar is three meters high and is made of thick wooden frames. Although there are traces of wind and rain on the wooden frame, it gives people a thick feeling.

Heng Xiulin came to the ladder, then stepped on the ladder, and walked slowly towards the platform. At this time, the villagers who were waiting here found that Heng Xiulin was walking towards the top of the ladder. They were all stunned for a moment.

"What's going on, what's going on with that boy? Didn't those literati come up to pray for rain?"

"I don't know, but why is it that he is the only one on stage, and all those literati are standing below?"

The villagers looked at the scene in front of them, and there was a lot of discussion immediately. This is a major matter related to praying for rain, so they can't help but not care about it. If the praying for rain is not successful, they will be unlucky.

"Master Zhifu, why is that Xiaosheng on the stage, while these literati are standing below, why is that?"

The anxious villagers finally couldn't help it, and stepped forward to ask, while asking, looking at the prefect nervously, hoping that he could give them an explanation that would make them feel at ease.

"The prayer for rain this time will be presided over by little brother Heng Xiulin."

The magistrate looked at the villagers in front of him, a flash of worry flashed in his eyes, and then said lightly.

"Prefect, although the villains don't know much about literati, but judging by his clothes, he is clearly just a student. How can he compare with those literati?"

"That's right, magistrate, why don't these literati go up and write the prayer for rain together, otherwise, wouldn't this opportunity be wasted?"

Hearing the magistrate's words, the villagers were anxious for a moment, and then quickly persuaded, the literati behind him heard the words, and immediately felt complacent, what, even if you think that kid can do it, but these villagers don't think so .

"Fellow folks, please rest assured. As the prefect of Heshui City, I will never do something stupid about this kind of thing. I have made up my mind, so please don't talk about it."

Hearing what the crowd said, the magistrate frowned, then directly suppressed their voices, and directly stated his decision. These villagers are sometimes too ignorant.

They don't know that these literati have prayed for rain many times, and each time they were unsuccessful. Under such circumstances, even if they are asked to pray for rain, there is a great possibility that they will not succeed.

But there are some things that are useless to say to these villagers. They only believe that the clothes worn by these literati and the identities they represent are like the official uniforms he is wearing now. Don't dare to disobey yourself.

The villagers sighed immediately after hearing the prefect's words, and then stared at Heng Xiulin on the altar, feeling extremely disappointed in their hearts.

The magistrate didn't say much to them, and they didn't dare to disobey the magistrate's words, but in their hearts, they distrusted Heng Xiulin extremely, which was normal, anyone would think that how could a student be able to compete with a group of literati? compared to.

At this moment, Heng Xiulin, who had already climbed to the top floor, was squinting his eyes, looking at the arrangements in front of him. On the altar, there were several tables, and ink, pens and paper were all prepared on them.

And the ink, pen and paper on it are not ordinary things, the ink is the best star ink, this kind of ink is pitch black, but on it, there are dots of silver shimmering, just like the ink in the dark night sky The stars are average.

There is also the Langhao pen, even if it is far away, Heng Xiulin can feel that it contains a strong literary spirit, there are several things in it, and the poems he writes can increase several times out of thin air.

And these things in front of him are the reason why Heng Xiulin wants to come up, because these things can increase his chances of praying for rain.

Heng Xiulin took a deep breath and looked at the slightly gloomy sky. This kind of weather is very common at this time. Heng Xiulin took a pen and dipped it in ink. After taking a deep breath, he lifted the pen and dropped it.

The people under the altar had been paying attention to Heng Xiulin when he was on the stage. When they saw Heng Xiulin start to write, they all felt tense. Right now, Heng Xiulin's decision can be said to be The fate of many people.

In the audience, Yang Yunxiao was also very nervous. It can be said that Heng Xiulin on the stage was recommended by him. If Heng Xiulin failed to pray for rain successfully, then he would also bear some charges.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring is here."

As soon as Heng Xiulin wrote the pen, the spring thunder suddenly sounded, and in front of Heng Xiulin's copywriting, as soon as the fine smoke slowly rose, followed by the spring rain falling finely, dripping on everyone's faces.

The magistrate touched his face, and suddenly felt some moisture on his face, and his expression suddenly changed.

"This, is this rainwater?"

The magistrate touched the raindrops on his face, his face still had an expression of disbelief, how much did Heng Xiulin just write?It's probably just a poem, right?It actually caused the vision of heaven and earth, causing the spring rain to fall?

The magistrate couldn't believe it, but the facts were in front of him, so he couldn't help but not believe it. Looking at the thin rain falling between the sky and the earth, his brows that were tightly frowned were finally relaxed at this moment.

After praying for rain for so long, it finally succeeded, and the rain finally fell, the prefect thought very excitedly.

At this moment, the faces of those literati changed drastically. This guy actually succeeded in praying for rain. Doesn't that mean that these literati are not even as good as a student?
Thinking of this, everyone's expressions were extremely ugly, and after looking up carefully, they immediately sneered.

"Praying for rain was successful, but with this amount of rain, it is completely impossible to re-moisturize the dry land."

"That's right, this rain can only be regarded as a misty drizzle. It is far from enough to re-moisturize this land. It is equivalent to this time praying for rain, which is also useless."

Several literati looked at the rainwater carefully, and immediately said that they are very experienced in this rainwater, and immediately saw that this rainwater is not enough for the villagers to plant.

And those villagers, after being overjoyed at the beginning, later found that even this, their faces were a bit ugly at the moment. There was rain, but this amount was far from enough.

"Don't worry, I just wrote a sentence just now, I think there will be something next."

At this moment, Yang Yunxiao seemed to be comforting others, and at the same time seemed to be comforting himself. After saying a word, he looked towards the stage, but everyone was stunned when he saw it.

"Who is that woman in red? When is she going up?"

From the position of the crowd, it is easy to see that a woman in a red dress appeared beside Heng Xiulin at some point. The woman was wearing a veil, so it was hard to see what she looked like, but she could It is very clear to see the graceful figure of the woman.

But at this moment, the woman was bending over to grind ink for Hengxiu Lin carefully, her slender and tender hands stretched out, one after another emitted a burst of crystal jade light, and everyone who watched was fascinated.

"This, this is Hongxiu Tianxiang!"

The magistrate squinted his eyes, and carefully looked at the woman who studied ink for Hengxiu Lin. Seeing the curved willow eyebrows on her face, and the eyes like clear water, she was suddenly shocked, and suddenly Thinking of something, pointing at the woman, he cried out in surprise.

Everyone was stunned for a moment when they heard the words, and when they realized it, they immediately opened their eyes wide and looked at the woman on the stage in disbelief.
The expressions on the faces of the people became extremely exciting. They had heard for a long time that among the poems handed down from generation to generation were the poems of Zhen Guo. When they heard that the poems of Zhen Guo appeared in the world, a woman would appear, bowing down to study ink and light incense for the literati. .

They were just wondering when that woman came to the altar, and they didn't realize it until after the magistrate called her name. It turned out that this was the legendary Hongxiu Tianxiang.

But if this is the poem of Zhen Guo, then think about it, this poem must not be simple, and the current problem of scarce rain can be solved if you think about it.

Thinking of this, the prefect and the others were immediately invigorated, and then they stared at the altar tightly.

(End of this chapter)