I am a fairy

Chapter 37 It will rain tomorrow at noon
In the Shou Palace.

In front of the cloud wall, the shaman was holding an incense burner and fumigating the hall, while his mind was still thinking about what had just happened.

She was wearing a white robe with cloud patterns, and multiple layers of clothing could be seen deep in the collar. She was walking on stone slabs, making rhythmic sounds as she walked.

"No."

“No…No…”

Indeed, the final interpretation of the hexagram is no.

But she seemed to have said the word "no" before she interpreted the hexagram.

So, at that moment, was it that she had sensed the hexagram based on her intuition at that first glance, or was it something in her heart that pushed her to say the word "no".

She felt panic.

Although her actions did not violate the will of the gods, she felt that she had done something contrary to it in her heart.

"Cloud God!"

"Where do the thoughts in people's minds come from? Why are they so elusive? Is it possible that everyone's heart is connected to heaven or some empty place?"

"Did I make the right choice under your spirit, or did I just come up with my own ideas?"

The witch held an incense burner, and wisps of light smoke swirled around her.

She stumbled in the tent like a dizzy person, constantly pouring out her inner thoughts. She was alone here, and she didn't need to pretend in front of others.

Here only the gods were watching her and listening to her from above.

In a trance, the wizard saw through the layers of hanging curtains that the cloud wall in the depths was glowing faintly, and then a shadow seemed to come through the cloud wall.

The wizard was stunned for a moment and stopped walking.

She bent over, holding the incense burner, and looked over quietly.

Followed by.

There was the same sound of shoes stepping on stone bricks as before, and the sound was like lingering in the hall.

The voice seemed to be very close to him, but when he looked around the entire hall, he couldn't see any trace of the other person.

"You went outside?"

The wizard followed the sound, but still did not see anyone.

She kept walking forward, through the bamboo forest, and came to the front of the shrine.

She hesitated for a while and walked into the forest alone. By this time, night had fallen.

Holding an incense burner, walking in the woods under the moonlight.

She kept wondering if the person just now was really Yun Zhongjun?

If it was true, then why did Yun Zhongjun guide her into the forest?

Is it because she did something wrong?
Or because she did the right thing?

"Shua la la!"

When the wind blows, the branches sway like bells.

The shadows of the trees and stones were cast on the ground by the moonlight, as if the souls of the mountains and rivers emerged from the ground one after another, entwined around her feet, drilled into her shadow, and explored her inner thoughts.

The swaying sound was like the whisper of ghosts.

And she answered in her heart.

"Ghosts and gods in the mountains and rivers, are you following the orders of Lord Yunzhong and coming to see if I am still a witch of the gods?"

"Unfortunately, I don't know either."

"Am I a human or a witch?"

She wondered if there would be a loud thunder in the sky.

If the divine thunder fell on her, she would probably be turned into ashes in an instant, just like the evil god Hanba.

But she still walked towards the depths.

A gust of wind came from the bottom of the mountain, passed through her body from behind, and went all the way up the mountain.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and at first glance it looked as if thousands of ghosts and gods were rushing up the mountain, as if they were pounced on somewhere, or were paying homage to something.

The wizard originally looked behind him, then raised his hand to block his sight with his sleeve.

After I came to my senses, I saw a figure suddenly appearing on a stone platform on the top of the mountain.

"Who?"

The moon pierced through the clouds, its light dispelling the darkness. She finally saw the man clearly, wearing the same cloud-patterned robe and the same half-long hair as hers.

But that person was not wearing the mask of a wizard. It seemed that he did not need that mask, because his face was the true face of the ancient god.

At this moment, she finally understood why she was chosen to be a witch.

Because that man had a tall figure, his skin looked fair in the moonlight, and he looked like a teenager. It might be possible to find someone with a tall figure among the witches, but it was rare to find someone with a similar appearance.

She had always felt inferior since she was a child because of her tall stature, but she never expected that she would get this result in the end.

But at this moment, when she looked at the figure with the same clothes and hair, she suddenly felt ashamed and dared not look at that person, as if she was a crude statue on a stage, seeing the real God in the clouds.

The man under the moon looked down at her and spoke to her.

"It will rain tomorrow afternoon."

The wizard had thousands of thoughts in his mind, but at this moment he couldn't say a word and just stood there.

All the methods of worshiping and welcoming gods that I had learned in the past and the thousands of words of blessings that I had memorized were now completely forgotten.

The man walked along the moonlight and sighed.

"The moonlight is beautiful, but there is no good wine."

Another gust of wind arose, and the moonlight in the sky became brighter, and the shadows swayed along with the wind and moon.

But in the eyes of the wizard, it was as if all the ghosts and gods were following that figure travelling day and night, heading towards that unknown and ethereal realm.
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the next day.

There were already crowds of people outside the shrine, and the priestess had come early to pay her respects to the priestess, only to find that she was already sitting in the tent behind the altar waiting, still dazedly recalling the scene of last night.

Before the priest began the worship ceremony, the priest spoke.

"It will rain tomorrow afternoon."

The words were so certain that the priest was stunned.

"Is this the hexagram obtained through divination?"

Divine Witch: "The Cloud God told me this himself yesterday."

Shaman: "Did you offer sacrifices to the gods in front of the cloud wall before nightfall?"

The shaman said without further ado: "So it will rain tonight at midnight."

The witch asked again: "What about the fulfillment of the vow..."

Divine wizard: "Wine!"

Shaman: "Wine?"

The priest pondered over the word and suddenly understood something.

“It turns out that the lack of rain is the problem.”

The priest walked outside and informed everyone of the result.

Everyone was stunned like the witch at first, and then they all smiled.

They were scared to death, and were afraid that Yun Zhongjun would blame them or that the sacrifices were too few or not enough.

In the end, because of this incident, I felt relieved, but at the same time, I found it funny.

Fellow villagers, you looked at me, and I looked at you and started talking.

"We are so ignorant. How can we forget the wine when offering sacrifices to the gods?"

"Yes, yes. You guys just go to worship the gods and bring some fruits as offerings and some vegetarian food. How can I bear to see this?"

"In the past, when we worshipped gods, we always offered wine."

"You didn't offer wine to the gods, no wonder there's no rain."

Somehow, the wine and rain seemed to be connected in everyone's eyes.

But when they reached the foot of the mountain, the villagers looked back at the mountain and started talking strangely behind their backs.

"The wine brewed by the mountain folks is not very good, no wonder the gods don't like it, they still have to look at ours."

"That's right. Our wine is incomparable to that in the mountains."

"How can the mountain folks have any good wine? They probably don't even have any wine to drink."

"Let's go back and find someone to get the best wine."

"Hurry up, hurry up."

The crowd dispersed at the foot of the mountain and ran away in all directions.

(End of this chapter)