disguised holy monk

The news that Xuanqing wanted to pray for rain for Xiyi quickly spread throughout the Xiyi King City.

The Xiyi people who didn't know who Xuan Qing was were a little anxious at first, thinking that it was the monk who was bluffing and deceiving?After hearing about Xuan Qing's deeds of attracting thunder and electricity in the Southern Dynasty, all of them had secret expectations for a while.

Among these people, the only unconvinced ones were some disciples of the Tantric School.Even their tantric masters can't ask for rain, so what can a monk from the Southern Dynasty do?

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In the Tantric tea room, Amaro's handsome brows were wrinkled, with a worried look, staring at Xuanqing as if trying to see something from his face.

After a while, he finally couldn't help it anymore, "Master, can you really ask for rain? If..."

He paused and lowered his voice, "If it doesn't work, I'll send someone to escort you back to Nanchao immediately."

Xuan Qing was sitting upright while flipping through the classics handed down from Tantra.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Amoluo kept looking at the book he had memorized by heart long ago. In his opinion, the method of praying for rain recorded there was nothing but God's will, and it was useless at all.

At this time Xuanqing is still searching here, there is a high probability that there is nothing to do, he was in the palace last night just to protect him so he took this matter by force, he couldn't help but become more and more restless.

Amaro got up and grabbed Xuanqing's wrist to leave, "Go back and pack your things now, I'll send you out of the city right away..."

The disciples guarding the door couldn't help but snort when they heard the conversation in the room, and thought to themselves that the guesses of the brothers were indeed right. How could this Southern Dynasty monk beg for rain?

"Wait..." Xuan Qing brushed his hand away unhurriedly, and closed the book with a slight smile, "Believe me, I will naturally have a solution."

Amaro was a little anxious, "Don't believe in any bullshit methods on this, I've tried it all, it didn't work at all..."

He paused as he spoke, his expression a little unnatural.

Xuanqing stood up slowly at this time, glanced at the little monk inside the room from time to time, his eyes seemed to be quite displeased.

"What the poor monk said is not the method recorded in this book." He twirled the Buddhist beads in his hand and smiled softly: "The poor monk once saw a secret method of praying for rain in an ancient book, but it needs to be prepared by some magicians. something."

Amaro said seriously: "Master, you don't have to be polite, just say what you need."

Xuanqing nodded, "The poor monk needs a lot of wood to burn, build a high platform, and set up an altar to sacrifice."

Before Amoluo could speak, the little monk outside the door couldn't listen anymore, and muttered: "Master, this high platform has been built a long time ago, and there are several senior brothers praying and chanting scriptures on the high platform every day! I haven't seen it either." What effect..."

There was obvious complaint in his tone, obviously resisting Xuan Qing's request, Amaro frowned, and just about to speak, Wu Qichong's voice came over.

"It seems that people from the Tantric sect don't really want to help the master pray for rain. Brother, what are you going to do? People from the Wu family are at your disposal."

Wu Qichong was brought in by Wuxin, and at this moment he looked indifferently at the little monk at the door, his cold eyes startled him.

Amaro was originally a little angry because of the little disciple's words, but at this time Wu Qichong slapped him, his face became even uglier, he squinted his eyes and said indifferently, "Don't bother Patriarch Wu, this errand is ordered by Yunfei, I'm afraid it won't be too worrying to use people from the Wu family."

As he spoke, he turned to Xuanqing with a milder expression, "Don't worry, I'll let people build a high platform and find a lot of flammable firewood, but is there any other arrangement?"

Xuan Qing thought for a while, then said with a smile: "Other things are fine, but this high platform needs to face the abyss and be built on a high cliff.

Xuanqing's method is indeed the record of ancient people praying for rain in the "Shui Jing Zhu" - "Drought, burn wood on the cliff, push the ashes, move them down into the abyss, and rain when you find them."

Linked to modern knowledge, there is naturally a scientific reason for it.

Although Xuan Qing wasn't sure if it would be useful to do so, wouldn't it be too simple to make a big fuss?

As for building the high platform, he simply saw that these monks were not very satisfied with him, so he just ordered it.

Amaro nodded to mark it down, and then called Aji, and asked him to immediately arrange for someone to follow Xuanqing's request, and asked him to take the young monk at the door to the Discipline Academy to teach him well.

His brows were cold, and he said, "If I hear someone complaining about the master again, I will all go to the Discipline Academy to stay!"

Aji clasped his hands together and bowed in response.

On the one hand, Wuxin still remembers celebrating the birthday of the Southern Pilgrim Master last year. He still remembers the danger of Xuanqing chanting scriptures on the high platform at that time, and he was a little worried for a while.

Xuan Qing reassured: "Don't worry, auspicious people have their own aura, and everything will be arranged in the best way."

……

Xuanqing's story about people building a high platform on the edge of a high cliff was widely circulated, and the common people still went to see the construction results every day.

On the other hand, after Wu Chaoyun knew about Xuan Qing's movements, he laughed at him as a bluff, but at the same time felt a little uneasy.

To be on the safe side, she wanted to make some moves, but when she thought of Wu Qichong's warning, she hesitated, and became even more irritable for a while. The things in the palace were changed several batches in those few days.

In the end, he made up his mind that Xuan Qing must not be allowed to succeed.In order to hide it from Wu Qichong, she didn't even use Wu Muyu's people, and only arranged for the dark guards around her who were trained to protect her since childhood.

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With the great Tantric monks working as coolies, the high platform was built very quickly; under Xuanqing's instruction, a mountain of firewood was piled up in front of the high platform.

Everything was ready, and soon came the day when Xuanqing prayed for rain.

On this day, almost all the people in Xiyi King City came to the cliff.

The king of Xiyi and Wu Chaoyun sat in the chariot on a high place, surrounded by guards and court ladies holding umbrellas and fanning the wind.

From where they are, they can clearly see the whole situation——

Diagonally opposite is a high platform for worshiping and praying for rain. Under the high platform, there are firewood piled up on the edge of the cliff, and below it is an endless abyss.

The surrounding valleys were filled with eagerly awaiting people. In the anxious eyes of everyone, they finally saw a touch of whiteness.

Two lines of Tantric monks escorted Xuanqing to the entrance of the high platform. He was wearing a red cassock and a white monk's robe from a Buddhist temple in the Southern Dynasties, which was particularly obvious among the group of dark red Tantric monks—it was as bright as a holy fire and as bright as the morning sun.

And the Xiyi people who saw the real person for the first time were a little bit sensational for a while.

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PS: The words about praying for rain are excerpted from "Shui Jing Zhu"~