The altar is not high, about ten feet long, and it is built on the open space at the foot of the mountain to the east of Taipingfu City. The first narrow stone steps lead straight to the top.

Xu Lin cursed inwardly, turned his head and smiled and mocked the prefect Su, saying: "Mr. Su is so frugal. He really loves the people as much as his son. He can't bear to suffer the hardship of labor under the rule of the people, so he didn't work hard on such a miscellaneous matter as building the altar!"

Damn it, there is no railing built for such a high platform. What if the National Master falls down?

Bah, Bah, Bah, Crow's mouth, the National Master has great powers, how could he fall?

He thought so in his heart, but when he saw Luo Mingguang holding the hem of his skirt step by step, he gradually climbed up the steep and unguarded stairs, Xu Lin couldn't help but lift his heart.

The National Normal University life is too deceptive. It is obviously very powerful, but it looks like an ordinary weak woman. It makes people worry that she will not be able to stand the wind and be blown down.

Brother Ouyang stood on both sides of the stone steps, staring at Luo Mingguang with two pairs of eyes.

Prefect Su glanced at the steps, and pretended not to be so thick-skinned that he didn't hear the sarcastic meaning of his words, and said embarrassedly: "The construction period is too tight... Most people are so hungry that they have no strength, so they can only do this..."

As he spoke, he seemed to be getting more and more confident, and he slowly turned into awesomeness. "Although he is praying for the people, it is always a waste of money. Moreover, in the case of severe drought in the whole country, it is not easy for the people to live. I think that the National Master, with a heart for the country and the people, will definitely not care about such trivial matters!"

Xu Lin took a deep look at Prefect Su. Damn, these civil servants are cunning and have brought the National Master high. If they care, they will not be polite to the people who are suffering from disaster!

He couldn't help but say coldly: "I hope Master National Master is safe, otherwise there will be a mistake. Lord Su should go back as soon as possible to prepare a grave and coffin for his family! Oh, but remember, don't be resentful at that time, and then turn into drought and harm the other party."

As the two were talking, the people were also whispering in a low voice, talking about the national master who was too young and too unreliable.

The court sent the National Master to Taiping Prefecture to eliminate drought and pray for rain to spread throughout Taiping Prefecture, as well as the Qingyuan Prefecture and Daxi Prefecture, which were severely affected by the surrounding areas. People are always curious about unknown things, and they will never miss the bellies and gossips. Moreover, due to their urgent desire for rain, people came from all directions early, surrounding the altar with water.

For many years, every drought has been overcome. I have never seen a great monk or a Taoist immortal from the court, or a Taoist immortal praying for rain. This delicate little girl looks very unreliable, and I don’t know if she is really capable or pretends.

As the doubts gradually hid, some people argued with each other. Those who argued for the National Master were all the people who were impressed by Luo Mingguang's magical powers in the suburbs of Beijing, and the yamen who followed him on a drought night.

It was almost noon and the sun was burning. Luo Mingguang was wearing a national teacher's dress with a black background and a red edge, and a golden crown on his head. The golden tassel swayed in action and shone dazzling light.

The expression was solemn, and the little face that looked too tender and soft was a little solemn, adding a bit of credibility.

She stood on the altar without guardrails, and the space under her feet was only eight or nine feet square. The wind blew the skirt and seemed to fall down at any time.

There is nothing else on the stage except a case. There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table, and a square cushion after the case.

She stood there, her head slightly raised, looking at the sky in front of her, as if she was in a daze.

The sun shines on the face, and the little face seems to be shining, and the whole person seems to be shining, looking younger and younger.

"Will this be OK without talisman paper, no need to put flags or offer sacrifices?" There were stolen doubts around him.

"Yes, I didn't burn incense and pray to the gods. Just looking at the sky, I could ask for rain?"

All the prayers for rain in all dynasties were extremely serious. There must be emperors leading all officials to worship the gods of heaven, earth god, Tai Sui, and the dragon kings of the four seas, and then worship the Yunshi, the Rain, Fengbo, and the Thunder. The scale and complex rituals made it unforgettable for those who have watched it.

Even if we didn't see each other in person, the people knew something about it, which was a big deal that was extremely serious.

But at present, the National Normal University is just standing there, without any need, can you ask for rain?

The buzzing sound from the audience sank into Luo Mingguang's ears. She looked up at the sky for a moment, sat down on the mat, spread the paper on the table, pressed it with paperweight, pulled the sleeves with one hand, and began to grind the ink.

The buzzing sound gradually rose from the audience, and suddenly something was thrown up from the bottom, accompanied by an old voice, cursing: "Get down..."

The thing flew to the altar and seemed to have touched some wall. Although he had enough strength, he fell back after a bounce and fell to the ground and broke.

It turned out to be a piece of earth.

Brother Ouyang breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. They were all focused on Luo Mingguang, ignoring the people, and actually letting him make such a fuss. Fortunately, the girl is amazing.

Xu Lin raised his eyebrows and said with a tense face to both sides, "Go and tick it up, tie it up! It's a rebellion, dare to offend the National Master!"

Since I watched Luo Mingguang’s drought relief, the National Master was like a god in his heart, and he would not tolerate any slight contempt.

The man's voice just now paused, as if he was shocked by the rebound of the soil, but he ignored Xu Lin's words and continued: "The court did not give the people a way to live, and he saw that everyone was going to die, but he refused to provide disaster relief and food. He sent such a little girl to pretend. We don't ask for much, and we can have a meal of porridge a day..."

Xu Lin's men had arrived. One of them cut his arms back, and the other was familiar with the passage and took out a handkerchief and stuffed it into the old man's mouth. He put it up and took out the crowd.

When this action was done, someone immediately became silent. The National Master, who was originally whispering to the unreliable, immediately stopped.

Some people also showed an angry expression on their faces, clenching their fists with their hands and opening their mouths to speak.

Some of them have already spoken, "The court doesn't even let us say a few big truths? We don't want to do anything, as long as we don't have to exchange our children with others for food. Is that difficult..."

The imperial court has been drunk and dreaming for many years, and local officials have followed suit. They never care about the lives and death of the people. The people's expectations for the imperial court have gradually faded, so no matter what measures they take, they are now willing to believe it.

This statement obviously touched the pain of the people. Noise was everywhere, and everyone agreed, telling their own difficulties. At this time, many families sold their children, changed their children and fed them, or knew that they were old. In order to reduce the burden on their children, they dug their own graves. The miserable and hardships were difficult to write.

With his words, the people immediately became turbulent and kept spitting out angry words. Some people followed suit, picking up the soil or stones on the ground and smashing them on the altar, watching the chaos of the people.
Chapter completed!