"Sacrificing to the sky and praying for rain is an extraterrestrial method!" One of the people around him, an old man with a long beard, muttered in a low voice, "I think that Drunk Immortal is also a person who is familiar with the extraterrestrial immortal method. He has been studying the immortal way for more than a hundred years, but he has never mastered praying for rain.
This little boy is only twenty, how can he pray for rain? I don’t believe it!"
"If you don't believe it, who among you here will believe it? I think this kid has been through three passes, and all he has relied on is a bit of luck and real ability... I think Xuanhu, if there are some ways to defend yourself, you and I can do it.
I believe it. But if you say it is the so-called method of praying for rain, I think it is bluffing!"
While talking, another old man looked at Nangong Chu Xin and asked in a low voice: "Girl Chu Xin, where did you find this kid? What skills does he have?"
Nangong Chuxin hesitated for a moment, then smiled: "Except for kung fu, he can do everything."
"This is just a joke. Do you really believe that he can ask for rain?"
"Although I have never seen him praying for rain, he has something to rely on when he says this. So I still believe him."
"I believe it too!" Suddenly, the old Taoist host walked up to the crowd, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Xia Shang setting up the altar, "This son is different from others. I have seen countless people over the past hundred years. Over the past hundred years, this person has
How many geniuses and prodigies have come out of this world? But this boy is different from all the people I have seen in my life."
Everyone was in an uproar when he was confirmed by the old Taoist.
"What's the difference?"
"This boy is not very gorgeous, his martial arts skills are mediocre, and he only has some basic skills. But this boy has a calmness and indifference that no one in the world has, he is confident in everything, and he is born with arrogance, even if he looks at us
Among a group of old monsters, he is still like that, as if he is born superior to others. This kind of arrogance is very uncomfortable, and it is like a gorgeous decoration on the outside, but after a third look, I have to admit that he is indeed different. His
Arrogance has something to rely on, and it is not the arrogance of ordinary people. Based on the previous test, he can know the reason why the oil pan is not hot, and there is no other person in the world. Now he said that he can pray for rain, and I have
What's the reason not to believe it?"
Seeing the old Taoist being so serious, the old men around him gradually became serious: "Immortal, do you really like this boy?"
The old Taoist shook his head: "Let's see how he prays for rain first."
"What if the rain doesn't come?"
"If it doesn't rain, let him be the owner of the village. If it rains..." The old Taoist pondered for a while, "What we old guys have learned in our lives can be regarded as successors."
Everyone was shocked: "Xianweng, you want all of us to teach him..."
"Let's not mention this matter for now, let's wait and see how he behaves."
As soon as he spoke, everyone looked at the young man who was seriously instructing the servants in the manor. He looked serious and controlled everything in an orderly manner.
Half an hour later, the altar Xia Shang needed was finally completed, and he stood in front wearing a Taoist robe.
Look at the mahogany sword in his hand, three animals and five fruits as sacrifices on the table, cinnabar, yellow paper, incense and other items, only a long beard is missing.
Even the young people competing in the competition were frightened by this attitude, thinking that this kid really knows how to pray for rain?
Look at the scorching sun above your head, the sunshine is scorching, is there any sign of rain?
At this moment, the Xia and Shang peach wood sword was drawn out, paper was strung and incense was burned, and the words were murmured in his mouth: "The Yi is consistent with the heaven and the earth, so it can understand the way of the heaven and the earth. Look up to observe the astronomy, and look down to observe the geography, so you know the brightness."
The original is the end, so we know the theory of life and death. Essence is the object, and the wandering soul is the change, so we know the conditions of ghosts and gods..."
Everyone in the audience didn't know what Xia Shang was thinking.
Regarding the method of praying for rain, you have to consult an experienced practitioner, who is experienced in this aspect.
"Immortal, what do the words that this man says mean?"
The old Taoist shook his head, looking thoughtful.
Everyone was even more shocked: "Isn't it even understood by the immortal?"
"The sacrificial inscription this son recited is a bit weird. It doesn't seem like a sacrificial inscription, but I don't think it's nonsense. Thinking about it carefully, what he said is a profound and profound method of Qimen. I didn't expect that this kid of his grade could actually understand such advanced things.
The art of Qimen. I have traveled all over the world, and the art of Qimen involves a lot, but I have never seen such a profound one. Maybe such a memorial can really bring rain."
While talking, Xia Shang recited a poem, waved his mahogany sword to the sky, and shouted: "The wind is coming!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sky changed drastically, and suddenly a strong wind came from the clear sky, rolling up dead branches and leaves on the ground, picking up more gravel and sand, flying sand and stones, and making flowers and flowers blind.
When the wind blows, the sky is covered with dark clouds, and the scorching light disappears in an instant.
At this moment, no one could describe the horror in their hearts, but the wind was so strong that they could only lower their heads and cover their faces, secretly watching the movements of the people on the stage.
On the altar, the sacrificial flag was torn by the strong wind and whirred. Xia Shang had to keep calm and continued to move in the strong wind.
The moment the wind picked up, Xia Shang shouted again: "The rain is coming!"
The heavy rain poured down, thin and powerful, like silver needles pricking everyone's body, but it stung everyone's hearts.
"It's really raining!"
The old Taoist murmured, looking up at the sky and watching the continuous raindrops, his calm heart could not help but stir up a storm.
"What other people cannot do in a lifetime, this kid only has less than twenty years to do..."
The heavy rain washed away the dust of Yingxiongzhuang and gave the whole Suzhou a completely new look.
In this season of summer and autumn, heavy rains that come and go often occur. Perhaps this rain heralds the end of summer and the arrival of autumn.
This was an ordinary and sudden heavy rain, Xia Shang could only predict its arrival.
Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, Xia Shang no longer cared about his dignity, dropped his wooden sword and rushed back to his room to take shelter from the rain.
But when I entered the house, I was already drenched.
Everyone in the room looked at Xia Shang, but no one laughed at his current embarrassment. Instead, they looked at him with eyes admiring a monster, and they all remained silent without saying a word.
The atmosphere was a little weird, and Xia Shang was a little confused, but he saw Nangong Chu walking towards him with a bright heart, holding a clean coat, and said softly: "Master, don't catch a cold."
With that said, regardless of Xia Shang's reaction, he undressed him with his own hands and put a clean coat on him.
When the sound of rain outside stopped, the old Taoist stepped forward solemnly and announced in a low voice: "This is the end of today's selection. The rest of the people please leave. Xia Chunqiu, you and I come in."
There is no need to say more about the result. The other people were somewhat dissatisfied.
How can you say that the Hero Village was also a power in the world back then? The selection of the owner of the village was not based on martial arts, but on some weird abilities. What's the use?
It must be frustrating to be eliminated like this.
But what was there to say? The old Taoist was not someone to be trifled with, so he had no choice but to leave quietly.
Only Xia Shang and Lao Dao went to the side hall, where Lao Dao sat on a futon. (To be continued)