The King of Mobei knew that his health was getting worse day by day, and in whose hands Mobei's future was entrusted, he should think about it carefully!
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Three days later.
The royal court built an altar on the grassland and prepared for the goddess to pray for blessings and rain here.
Early in the morning, people from various tribes gathered here, waiting for the sacrifice ceremony to begin.
A royal tent was set up opposite the altar, and the king of Mobei and the leaders of various tribes sat here. Xiao Chengyi, as an envoy from the Central Plains, was also a guest.
As noon approached, the sound of drums resounded on the grassland, and Mu Yun'an stepped onto the altar wearing a gorgeous dress.
She looked at the people watching below, their expectant eyes falling on her.
Mu Yun'an was actually a little unsure. She looked at the sun high in the sky, and it didn't look like it was going to rain. What if Xuan Du made a mistake in his calculations?
But now that things have come to this, there is no room for her to look back.
Mu Yun'an took a deep breath, stood in the middle of the altar, and said in a loud voice: "Thanks to your love, you think that I am the goddess given to you by the Changsheng Heaven.
Today I stand here to pray for the people of Mobei. May your eternal life favor you and send down the sweet rain."
As soon as he finished speaking, a woman's voice was heard: "Today, if you can pray for rain for us, we will respect you as a goddess, but what if you can't pray for rain for us?"
The speaker was Princess Zhuona, Lan Guduo. She stood under the altar and looked at Mu Yun'an provocatively.
Mu Yun'an said: "I am standing here today to pray for rain for the people of Mobei. Whether it comes or not, it is all my heart.
Today, if I can't ask for rain, then of course I am not the goddess who can save you. Why, if I can't ask for rain, do you still want to kill me, Princess Zhuona?"
Lan Guduo said: "Beguiling the people with your identity as a goddess is a capital offense in our Mobei."
Mu Yun'an sneered: "I didn't designate this goddess for myself, so why do you punish me?"
Lan Guduo snorted: "You know whether you sealed it for yourself. Anyway, if you can't prove your identity as a goddess today, then we will sacrifice your life to heaven to ask for forgiveness from the Immortal God.
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Mu Yun'an narrowed his eyes: "Isn't Princess Zhuona afraid?"
Lan Guduo asked curiously: "What are you afraid of?"
Mu Yun'an said: "If I am really a goddess, wouldn't you be afraid of being punished by God for being so disrespectful to me?"
Lan Guduo wasn't afraid. She didn't believe in the identity of the goddess Mu Yun'an, nor did she believe that she could really bring rain.
She is just using the goddess thing to establish her prestige.
She smiled, with a somewhat disdainful expression: "Then let's wait until you become a real goddess."
Mu Yun'an responded: "Okay, then we'll see."
She turned around and walked to the sacrificial table, picked up a mahogany sword placed on the table, and heard the sound of drums.
Mu Yun'an took the mahogany sword and swung it around, accompanied by a melodious song: "The auspicious day is good, the general Mu is happy to be the emperor, the jade ear is caressing the long sword, and the jade ring is ringing."
The meaning of this song is: When you are about to perform sacrifices, you must choose an auspicious day. You should all be respectful and respectful to entertain the gods. Use your hand to trace the ear of the long sword, and the jade pendant will clang and make a beautiful sound.
The sound of drums accompanied her singing, and Mu Yunan danced with a wooden sword in her hand. The people in the audience watched her intently, all attracted by her singing and dancing.
"The spirit is in beautiful clothes, the hall is full of flowers, the five tones are in harmony, the king is happy and happy."
When Mu Yun'an sang the last line, the wooden sword in her hand suddenly pointed to the sky, and a loud roar was heard.
Suddenly, dark clouds covered the sun, and soon, raindrops fell from the sky.