Chapter 389: Five hundred years of severe drought in Chang'an, please ask the heaven for rain!

In Chang'an City, many people had been looking forward to it.

They knew that His Majesty would hold the Longmen Immortal Meeting today to pray for rain in Chang'an. The people participating in the Immortal Meeting were all from various sects, including Li Daoxuan and Zhenren Li!

Early in the morning, there are many people worshiping their ancestors or gods and Buddhas, hoping that the Longmen Immortal Society can really pray for rain.

There has been a severe drought in Chang'an for several months, and they have suffered a lot. The crops have withered due to the drought, and the children's lips have long been chapped. In addition, the scorching heat is approaching, and many elderly people cannot hold on.

If His Majesty had not issued an order to reduce or reduce taxes in Chang'an, and to levy water sources from various places and distribute them free of charge, I am afraid that Chang'an would have become an empty city, or a dead city filled with corpses!

And just as they were praying devoutly and looking forward to it, a vast voice like a god and Buddha echoed throughout Chang'an City.

"If Buddhism is not established as the state religion, there will be a severe drought in Chang'an for five hundred years, and the Tang Dynasty will also be plunged into endless natural disasters!"

"If Buddhism is not established as the state religion..."

"If you don't stand..."

These words were like the sound of thunder from the west sky, which captured the hearts and minds of many people. Some people even couldn't help but knelt down, really thinking that the ancient Buddha was sending sins to the world.

Five hundred years of drought!

Endless natural disasters!

These words were too shocking, and they undoubtedly added fuel to the fire for the already worried people in Chang'an City. Some people burst into tears, feeling as if the world was falling apart and there was no hope for their lives.

Some people also said that His Majesty was holding the Dragon Gate Immortal Meeting, and Master Li would definitely ask for heavy rain. But when he looked up at the sky, he saw that the scorching sun was still the same, or even hotter, so his voice became smaller and smaller, and he lacked confidence.

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In the palace, the rich dragon energy suddenly became much weaker, and the mournful cry of the divine dragon could be vaguely heard.

The strength of the Dragon's Qi is related to the national strength and the people's support. At this moment, the people of Chang'an are panic-stricken. More and more people are questioning Li Shimin, so the Dragon's Qi is naturally weakening.

Li Shimin held the wine bottle tightly, gritted his teeth, and stared at Maha with eyes like swords.

At this moment, he even suspected that the severe drought in Chang'an City had something to do with Maha, because in his words, he seemed to be sure that no one could ask for heavy rain unless Buddhism was established as a state religion.

First, he used witchcraft to cause a severe drought in Chang'an, and then he blamed it on the Xuanwu Gate incident, which unsettled people's hearts and spread rumors. Finally, Maha used this to force himself to make him the national teacher and establish Buddhism as the national religion...

In this way, the biggest beneficiary in the end was Maha. He not only became the master of the Tang Dynasty, but also spread Buddhism as he wished, and even slowly emptied himself and took charge of the power of the Tang Dynasty!

No, isn't he worried that he will risk his life and fight to the death?

Li Shimin was able to conquer the world and win every battle in the South without any success. He was naturally extremely smart. He quickly figured out the only flaw in the opponent's plan, and that was his character.

Li Shimin was a man who dared to take risks and risk his life. Otherwise, he would not have resolutely carried out the Xuanwumen Revolution. During the war in the past, he would not have frequently gone to the front line to act as a scout.

Since he saw the other party's conspiracy, he did not lack the courage to risk his life, because he knew that blindly compromising was like boiling a frog in warm water, and would only be eaten away slowly.

Suddenly, Li Shimin remembered what Li Yuanji had done before, and an idea flashed in his mind, and everything seemed to form a perfect closed loop.

The Moro Cult guessed that he might fight to the death at all costs, so they used Li Yuanji as a pawn in an attempt to replace Li Daitao silently.

Then Maha entered the capital with a high profile, and by praying for rain, he naturally gained popularity and became a national advisor. In this way, he could subtly control the power of Li Tang and turn the newly born Tang Dynasty into a puppet!

In this way, it can be said that no one is aware of it. Even if someone notices it later, it will be too late.

Thinking of this, Li Shimin suddenly broke into a cold sweat. He was extremely lucky now. Fortunately, Taichong came out of the sky and found out the missing case in just a few days, killed the King of Qi, and destroyed the plan of the Moro Sect.

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After Li Yuanji's death, the Moro Cult did not stop planning. Maha went to Beijing anyway, hoping to use the people's support to force him to submit and made a gamble.

"Fellow Taoist priests, since I came to the throne, I have respected Taoism, repaired Taoist temples, and made friends with people from all over the world. Now that the country is facing a crisis and strong thieves are pressing against each other, I wonder which Taoist priest can step in to pray for rain and help me solve my urgent need?"

Li Shimin looked at the Taoists with a hint of hope in his eyes.

At this moment, even killing Maha is of no avail. We must ask for heavy rain as soon as possible so that the people of Chang'an know that what Maha just said is nothing but alarmist talk.

Only in this way can people's hearts be stable!

He did not ask Li Daoxuan, because Li Daoxuan was in a special state now and had been "possessed" by the empress. Li Shimin didn't know what the empress's attitude was towards him and whether she was willing to help him as much as Taichong.

Therefore, he could only test him with words first.

Dong Yangzi, the headmaster of Xuandu Temple, was often favored by the emperor. Although he was not sure, he was the first to stand up and said: "Your Majesty, I am willing to give it a try!"

He walked to the high platform, where altars, glutinous rice, yellow charms, incense candles and other items had already been arranged to provide for the rain.

Dongyangzi holds a mahogany sword in his hand, wears his hair loose and steps on the gangbang, and mutters something in his mouth.

After a while, he pointed his wooden sword, sprinkled a handful of glutinous rice, and said: "The wind is blowing!"

call!

A gust of wind blew by, carrying a little moisture, blowing the surrounding flags.

Li Shimin's eyes lit up. Sure enough, as Li Chunfeng said, the Ziwei star was dim today and the dragon's energy had the lowest impact on Taoism. Dongyangzi seemed to have real hope of summoning rain.

He had already asked Dong Yangzi to ask for rain before, but not even a ray of wind came, let alone rain.

But when Li Shimin looked at Maha, he found that he looked calm and didn't seem worried at all.

"Clouds gathering!"

On the high platform, Dong Yangzi waved his wooden sword again, raised it high to the sky, and his white hair danced wildly.

Dark clouds began to gather, and the sky seemed to get a little darker.

"Haha, it's cloudy, it's really cloudy!"

"Zhenren Dongyangzi deserves to be the headmaster of Xuandu Temple. His Taoism is so profound!"

"That bald donkey just said that there is a five-hundred-year drought in Chang'an City. Haha, if I were him, I would find a crack in the ground to crawl in right now!"

Maha sat quietly, most of his mind focused on Li Daoxuan, or the Empress in Tsing Yi. He didn't even look at Dong Yangzi, as if he were looking at dust.

At this time, some people began to notice that something was wrong.

"No, look, Master Dong Yangzi's face looks so bad!"

On the high platform, Dong Yangzi's face was pale, with almost no trace of blood, his lips were blue, and the hand holding the peach wood sword was trembling slightly, as if he was under tremendous pressure every moment.

"Thunder...come!"

He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed the essence and blood on the mahogany sword, trying desperately to complete the spell. However, there was no thunder at all in the sky and the earth, not even a trace of thunder. Instead, there was a sound of wood breaking.

Snapped!

The peach wood sword in his hand was broken into two pieces. Dong Yangzi vomited a mouthful of blood and fell off the high platform. His breath was sluggish and he was extremely embarrassed.

The dark clouds and damp wind that were summoned before disappeared in an instant and disappeared.

There will be a third update tonight~
Chapter completed!