Farmer’s Wife Has Magic Skills

   Chapter 139 139. Heavy Rain

  The Taimiao is built in a separate palace on the left side of the imperial palace, where the royal ancestors and ancestors are enshrined, as well as some people who have made great contributions to the country.

  At ten o'clock at noon, the emperor led all the civil and military officials, and the people of the capital gathered at the Taimiao. After a ritual prayer, the emperor knelt in the middle of the hall where the ranks of the ancestors were enshrined, with a pious attitude.

  The empress kneels next to the emperor in empress gown.

  Behind him are the prime ministers and other first-rank ministers, and then they are distributed according to the ranks of the officials, all kneeling in the Taimiao.

  The people in the capital knelt on the outermost edge, bowed their heads, praying silently, and they were also very devout.

  There are a lot of people, but the atmosphere is very quiet and solemn, showing solemnity.

In Tang Jinghong's secret letter to the emperor, he didn't say anything about Qing Zhi's prayer for rain. The emperor's heart was unpredictable. He didn't want to push Qing Zhi to such a dangerous place. He only said that the emperor should express his attitude of praying for the blessings of the people in the world and deal with it " God's punishment" rumors.

  Outside the capital, there is a towering mountain called Tianyun Peak. The peak is vertical and smooth, and it is difficult for ordinary people to climb it. Only those with strong martial arts can climb it.

  The peak of the mountain peak is hidden in the clouds all the year round, and the surrounding clouds are floating, and the fairy air is floating. It looks like a place where immortals live.

  At this time, on the top of the peak, stood a woman and a man. The woman is beautiful and the man is handsome. If someone can see into the clouds, they will feel as if they saw a fairy couple.

  Chu Qingzhi looked in the direction of the Taimiao, and said softly, "Jing Hong, after I pray for rain, I will fall into a coma for three days, don't worry about me, I will wake up in three days."

  Tang Jinghong hugged Chu Qingzhi into his arms with pity, and his voice was as gentle as water, "Qingzhi, will it hurt your body? Don't ask if it hurts your body. The rain will definitely fall, but it will just take some time."

  He protects his homeland, the world, and the common people, but now he wants to protect Qingzhi more, and everything else is behind her.

  Chu Qingzhi leaned her head on Tang Jinghong's broad shoulders, smiled and shook her head, "It won't hurt the body, but it will be exhausted and needs to recover."

  She patted Tang Jinghong on the back, "The auspicious day is here."

   "Qing Zhi, don't force it." Tang Jinghong let go of the person in his arms, then stepped aside and watched quietly.

  Chu Qingzhi sat cross-legged on the futon, put her hands in front of her body and made a gesture. Her movements were very fast and looked extremely complicated. With her movements, golden auras appeared around her fingers.

  The golden aura came from a complex circular seal. After the seal was formed, it slowly floated up to the sky, and it continued to grow in size during the process. At the same time, the spiritual power in Chu Qingzhi's body was also rapidly consumed.

  Tang Jinghong looked at this scene, Chu Qingzhi was bathed in a golden light, her hair fluttered without wind, he seemed to really see a fairy.

  Chu Qingzhi looked up at the rising golden complex formula, ten fingertips, and a drop of blood from each heart, and after the blood flew out of the body, Chu Qingzhi sent it up.

  Eleven drops of blood flew into the sky at a high speed, submerging into the middle of the golden seal and the intersection of the ten lines on the outermost edge.

  After the blood was submerged, the seal formula suddenly burst into golden light, as if it had turned into substance.

  The Yin Jue rises rapidly and becomes bigger quickly, Chu Qingzhi keeps moving, chanting the incantation silently...

  Tang Jinghong raised his head and looked at the flying Yin Jue, and suddenly felt that his language was lacking, and he didn't know how to describe the shocking beauty.

The golden seal spread out to infinity, so big that it seemed to envelop the entire sky. It was magnificent and shocking. When it flew to a height that was difficult for the naked eye to reach, the golden light flashed and turned into a golden dragon. In the golden clouds, there was a faint dragon roar...

  The people in the capital were all looking up at the sky at this moment, with their mouths open, they could not help but engrave this miraculous scene in their minds.

  Many years later, when everyone recalled this scene, they couldn't help but be shocked and sighed, and still feel agitated, swollen, and trembling in their hearts.

   Not long after, there was a strong wind all around, and the sky was covered with dark clouds in the blink of an eye. Lightning flashed fiercely, and deafening thunder exploded in everyone's ears.

  The voice was so loud and powerful that it shocked everyone.

   Someone cried excitedly, "Is it going to rain?"

   "Is it going to rain?"

   "It seems to be raining."

  The emperor in the Taimiao opened his eyes at once, his pupils flickered, and his eye sockets were sour. Have the ancestors finally appeared?

  With this rain and his praying in Taimiao, from now on, his regime will only be more stable, and the hearts of the people will be won.

  Thinking of this, he smiled slightly.

  The tension and worries of the past six months can finally be let go for a while. He fell to the ground, bowed to his ancestors, and after three years on the throne, he can finally take a breath.

  The ministers behind him lowered their heads with different expressions.

  Of course, all the emperor's parties are very happy, and everyone's game has come to fruition with this rain.

  It’s true that some families are happy and others are sad.

  On the mountain peak, Chu Qingzhi's face turned pale, and even her pink lips lost their luster and blood. She looked like a critically ill patient.

  Tang Jinghong half-kneeled beside her, ready to catch her at any time, his eyes fixed on her, not moving for a moment, he was reluctant to even blink.

  Suddenly, a ray of rain fell on his face, which was cool, wet, and moist. He stretched out his slender fingers to touch his face, and looked in disbelief, "Rain? It's really raining..."

  As soon as his voice fell, the rain suddenly poured down like a feast.

  Chu Qingzhi finally exhausted the last bit of effort, closed her eyes, and passed out.

  Tang Jinghong hurriedly picked up Chu Qingzhi, flew down the mountain, and came to a nearby courtyard. This was his good friend's. Usually no one lived there, so he borrowed it specially for today.

Pushing open the door, putting Chu Qingzhi on the bed, helping her take off her outer layer of wet clothes, taking off her shoes and socks, covering her with a quilt, and then brushing her hair, when everything is done, he will be quiet Standing aside, intending to watch Qingzhi wake up like this.

  Qing Zhi said she would wake up in three days, three days soon.

The capital, the surrounding counties, the villages around the county, and the cities farther away, the counties, the villages, and the whole Daling were all moistened by the pouring rain, like a dried up giant beast that was crazily grabbing the rain, happy, happy, satisfied .

  Everyone ran into the rain to cheer, jump and sing, and they were several times happier than celebrating the New Year.

  Refugees far away in Xucheng, and on the way to Xucheng, their lifeless bodies were all revived by the heavy rain. Everyone sang and danced in the rain like children, gulping down the precious rainwater, as if reborn.

  Wan Zhilin stood in the corridor outside the inn, watching the heavy rain, feeling a wave of despair in his heart.

  The last hope was extinguished by the heavy rain. He hurriedly summoned his subordinates, and immediately went back to northern Xinjiang in desperation through the rain. If he doesn't leave now, he won't be able to leave later.

  The emperor stood under the eaves of the Taimiao, reaching out to catch the water drops falling from the eaves. He was very grateful to Tang Jinghong for his secret letter. If it wasn't for him, the benefits of this rain would have been missed.

  (end of this chapter)