disguised holy monk

"Just for a moment, I seemed to see Master Xuanqing glowing?"

"It looks like a Buddha who came out of a Buddhist hall..."

"Now I kind of believe that this Master Xuanqing might really be able to pray for rain!"

"As expected of a monk in the southern pilgrimage! He looks so good-looking!"

"Hey, have you lost your focus?"...

The rustling discussions of the people of Xiyi did not reach the ears of the kings of Xiyi who were high above.At this moment, they were all concentrated and focused on Xuan Qing who was on the high platform.

Yue quietly followed Yue Jiufeng with a tense expression; although Amaro looked calm and calm, he was holding the Buddhist beads tightly in his hands; only Wu Qichong remained calm, as if he was not worried at all, because he believed in his holy spirit. Buddha is omnipotent.

Xuanqing climbed onto the high platform alone, this time without Wuxin.Because of the scorching sun, a roof was made on this high platform, and it was supported by four pillars around it.

Xuanqing sat cross-legged in the middle of the high platform, closing his eyes and turning the prayer beads in his hand.

Time passed minute by minute. After the shock of the previous appearance, the people were a little impatient at this time. They looked up at the scorching sun and there was no rain in the sky, so they couldn't help becoming irritable.

"Is it okay? How long do we have to wait here? We're all sunburned..."

Everyone became restless, and even Wu Chaoyun, who was at the top, could not help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly. She glanced at King Xiyi and said, as if worried, "Your Majesty, why hasn't there been any movement for so long? Could it be that Master Xuanqing is lying to us? "

Wu Qichong turned his cold eyes towards her, implying a warning.

Wu Chaoyun's heart trembled, but he didn't know what he thought of. He secretly curled the corners of his lips and smiled even brighter.

King Xiyi was also a little anxious. After all, although he was old, he still couldn't help worrying about such important matters related to the country.While patting the back of Wu Chaoyun's hand, he comforted him casually, "Don't worry, my concubine, we'll wait."

At this moment, the firewood in front of the high platform suddenly burst into smoke, and then the smoke became bigger and bigger, and gradually burned.

"on fire!"

Everyone only saw the firewood burning out of thin air, and they were startled and terrified for a while, but seeing Xuanqing still closed his eyes, his expression was calm, and he was even more relaxed. It's more at ease to have any movement than to have no reaction at all.

Everyone continued to focus on Xuanqing and observed Gaotai's every move.

The burning of a large amount of firewood caused air pressure in this valley. Gradually, everyone seemed to feel the movement of the wind, and they couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "There is wind!"

The astonishment of the crowd was not over yet, the smoke from the burning firewood soared into the sky, and clouds formed in the sky.

"Clouds are coming! It's going to rain! Master Xuanqing is really amazing..."

Everyone trembled and cheered, and the people on the high ground couldn't help showing joy, but Wu Chaoyun squeezed the veil tightly—he must not be allowed to succeed.

Her eyes drifted to one side, and the figure hidden in the dark received the signal and left slowly.

Just when there were more and more dark clouds and the firewood was about to burn out, the high platform where Xuan Qing was located suddenly shook.

Xuan Qing frowned, opened his eyes and felt it—it wasn't his illusion, someone was destroying the high platform.

Everyone was paying close attention to every move here, so the emotion of Xuan Qing opening his eyes and frowning naturally couldn't escape their eyes.

"What's going on?" Amaro squeezed the prayer beads tightly.

Wu Qichong couldn't help but also took two steps forward. He suddenly noticed something with his extremely subtle observation ability, and said, "This high platform is not built stably."

"Impossible!" Amaro was taken aback, and conditioned reflexively retorted. Although time is limited and it is not possible to build such a gorgeous high platform, it is by no means so vulnerable.

But the scene at this time can even be seen by the common people, the shaking of the high platform is even more obvious.

"This... the high platform is about to collapse!"

Yue quietly screamed, Wu Qichong and Amoluo came back to their senses and saw that the high platform was shaking and about to fall into the abyss.

"Master Xuan Qing!"

Amara and Yue quietly had their eyes tearing apart, and hurriedly used their lightness kung fu to dash down.

Wu Qichong didn't know what he thought of when he took the steps just now, and looked back at Wu Chaoyun, the pride in her eyes that was too late to take back was too obvious.

At that moment, Wu Chaoyun was facing Wu Qi Chong's bottomless black eyes, as if he was being targeted by some vicious beast for a moment, a chill came from the bottom of his heart.

Wu Qichong only glanced at her lightly, and then flew down.

But Wu Chaoyun couldn't recover for a long time.If she had seen Wu Qichong in Da Furen's courtyard back then, she would have known that Wu Qichong's eyes just now were exactly the same as that bloodthirsty boy in Da Furen's courtyard back then.

On the other side, the collapsed platform crashed into the abyss mixed with the unburned firewood on the edge of the cliff, and the rustling broken wood raised dust and ash with a scorching heat that almost stabbed the skins of the three people who flew down.

But they didn't care about all this, they just wanted to run to the edge of the cliff to save people, but it was too late.

"Master Xuan Qing!"

"Brother!"...

The three of Amaro waved their hands away from the scattered wood and dust, and called out eagerly.

The onlookers were all overwhelmed by this sudden scene—everything went well just now, but now the master who begged for rain is gone?

Just when everyone was anxious, the next moment, there seemed to be some movement on the edge of the cliff.

The first thing to appear was the white monk robe, the breeze was blowing, and the graceful figure stepped on the falling firewood to take advantage of it, and turned up, the white clothes fluttered, like a fairy.

"He's fine, Master Xuanqing is fine!" Cheers came from the people in the distance, and everyone's hearts tightened and they fell back to their original places.

The few people on the edge of the cliff also breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Xuanqing for a while with mixed feelings.

Xuanqing didn't have time to talk to them, he had expected that asking for rain would not go so smoothly, so he didn't bring Wuxin this time, just worried that it would be inconvenient to save someone when he was in danger.

Xuan Qing stood on the edge of the cliff, looking up slightly at the sky, because of the huge pressure just now, there was already a light rain falling down at this moment.

Although it was only an extremely small raindrop, the sudden coolness fell on the face, which made everyone stunned for a moment. They raised their hands and touched their cheeks in disbelief, and then cried and screamed excitedly, with tears streaming down their faces—"Down It's raining, it's really raining!

Amaro and Yue quietly also looked happy, stretching out their hands to catch the tiny drops of rain.

It didn't take long before the rain tended to stop gradually.

The rain is too small, like a drop in the bucket, how can it save Xiyi from the severe drought that has lasted for days?

Wu Chaoyun, who was already ashen-faced, suddenly seemed to grasp the last ray of hope, suppressing the joy in his heart, and said eagerly: "Your Majesty, the rain has stopped!"

The people around were immersed in the rain and gradually couldn't feel the rain. They didn't even get their hair wet, so the rain stopped?

For a moment, he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and looked anxiously at Xuan Qing who was on the edge of the high cliff.

Xuan Qing was still standing on the edge of the cliff before, with his palms folded, he slightly raised his head and looked into the air.

Although the ancient people's method of praying for rain is useful, a lot of clouds are needed for heavy rain, otherwise the rain will be too light and it won't last long.

But Xuan Qing was prepared a long time ago, he put this posture and waited for everyone's eyes to focus on him——and then released the "artificial rain bomb" he had bought a long time ago!

Everyone saw Xuan Qing suddenly brushing his monk's robe and sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff.

His handsome face like a god is neither sad nor happy, he raises his hands like a lotus flower and sits in meditation, his thin lips open and close to mutter.

For a moment, the people around him seemed to see the blossoming Buddha lotus blooming beside him.

But in a moment, suddenly thunder broke out.

The rumbling thunder sounded not scary at all, but it sounded like waves of victorious drumbeats, falling into people's hearts.

Wu Chaoyun was dumbfounded, she tremblingly said: "Lightning and thunder, it's going to rain..."

Looking at the straight figure sitting on the edge of the cliff, she suddenly felt that she seemed to have done something extremely wrong.

The rainstorm came as expected.

The cries and cheers of the people reverberated in the valley for a long time—"It's really raining! Thanks to the holy monk, the holy monk is a living Bodhisattva!"...

The bean-sized rainwater hit the ground one by one like broken beads, and then broke into countless tiny water droplets.

In an instant, Xuanqing's whole body was drenched, the white monk's robe was tightly attached to his body, the rain ran down his forehead, across his cheeks, collarbone, and finally fell into the skirt of his clothes...

An umbrella covered his head, Wu Qichong said softly: "Brother, it's raining."

He had already prepared an umbrella, because he believed that it would rain.