Chapter 387: There has been a severe drought in Chang'an for 500 years, and people are praying to heaven for rain!
In Chang'an City, many people were looking forward to it.
They knew that His Majesty would hold the Longmen Immortal Meeting today to pray for rain for Chang'an. Those who would attend the meeting were all from various major Taoist sects, including Li Daoxuan!
Early in the morning, many people were worshipping their ancestors or gods and Buddhas, hoping that the Longmen Fairy Meeting could really bring rain.
Chang'an had been suffering from severe drought for several months and they had suffered a lot. The crops had died due to the drought and the children's lips had long been chapped. In addition, with the approaching scorching summer, many elderly people could not hold on.
If it weren't for Your Majesty's order to reduce Chang'an's taxes and requisition water resources from all over the country and distribute them free of charge, I'm afraid Chang'an City would have long become an empty city or a dead city filled with corpses!
Just as they were praying devoutly and looking forward to it, a vast voice like that of a god or Buddha echoed throughout the city of Chang'an.
"If Buddhism is not established as the state religion, Chang'an will suffer from a severe drought for 500 years, and the land of 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 Western Paradise, captivating people and making many people tremble with fear. Some people even knelt down, believing that it was the ancient Buddha who was punishing the world.
Five hundred years of drought!
Endless natural disasters!
These words were too horrifying and undoubtedly added fuel to the fire for the already worried people in Chang'an City. Some people burst into tears and felt as if the sky was falling and there was no hope in life anymore.
Some people also said that Your Majesty was holding the Longmen Immortal Meeting, and Master Li would definitely pray for heavy rain, but when they looked up at the sky, they saw that the sun was still as scorching as before, even hotter, so their voices became smaller and smaller, and they lacked confidence.
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In the palace, the strong dragon aura suddenly became much weaker, and the cry of a dragon could be faintly heard.
The strength of dragon energy is related to national strength and people's hearts. At this moment, the people of Chang'an are in panic, and more and more people are questioning Li Shimin, so the dragon energy is naturally weak.
Li Shimin held the wine bottle tightly, gritted his teeth, and stared at Maha with eyes as sharp as swords.
At this moment, he even suspected that the severe drought in Chang'an City was closely related to Maha, because the other party's words seemed to indicate that no one could pray for heavy rain unless Buddhism was established as the state religion.
First, he used witchcraft to cause a severe drought in Chang'an, then he pushed the blame onto the Xuanwu Gate Incident, causing unrest among the people and spreading rumors. Finally, Maha used this to force himself to make him the state teacher and establish Buddhism as the state religion...
In this way, the biggest beneficiary in the end became Maha. He not only became the imperial teacher of the Tang Dynasty, but also spread Buddhism as he wished. He could even slowly undermine his own power and take control of the Tang Dynasty!
No, isn't he worried that he might risk his life and fight to the death?
Li Shimin was able to conquer the world and win every battle in the south, so he was naturally extremely intelligent. He quickly figured out the only flaw in the opponent's plan, which 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 Xuanwu Gate Incident, and he would not have frequently gone to the front line to serve as a scout during wars in the past.
Since he saw through the other party's conspiracy, he had the courage to fight to the death, because he knew that if he compromised blindly, it would be like boiling a frog in warm water and he would be slowly eaten away.
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, so they used Li Yuanji as a pawn, attempting to replace him quietly.
Maha then entered the capital again in a high-profile manner. By praying for rain, he naturally gained popularity among the people and became the imperial teacher. In this way, he was able to subtly control the Li Tang regime and turn the new 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 is already too late.
Thinking of this, Li Shimin broke out in a cold sweat. He was now extremely grateful that Taichong had appeared out of nowhere and solved the case of the missing eye in just a few days, beheaded the King of Qi, and destroyed the plan of the Moro Cult.
After Li Yuanji's death, the Moro Sect did not stop its plan. Maha still went to Beijing, hoping to use the people's support to force him to submit and take a gamble.
"My fellow Taoist priests, since I ascended the throne, I have respected Taoism, repaired Taoist temples, and made friends with outsiders . Now that the country is in crisis and the enemy is pressing us, I wonder which Taoist priest can pray for rain and help me solve this urgent problem?"
Li Shimin looked at those Taoists with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes.
At this moment, even killing Maha would be of no avail. We must pray for a heavy rain as soon as possible so that the people of Chang'an will know that what Maha said just now was nothing but alarmist talk.
Only in this way can the people's hearts be settled!
He did not ask Li Daoxuan, because Li Daoxuan's current condition was very special. He had been "possessed" by the empress. Li Shimin did not know what the empress's attitude towards him was, and whether she was willing to help him with all her might like Taichong.
Therefore, he could only test the waters first.
The headmaster of Xuandu Temple, Dong Yangzi, often received the emperor's favor. 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 up to the high platform, where an altar, glutinous rice, yellow talismans, incense and candles had already been set up to prepare for praying for rain.
Dong Yangzi held a peach wood sword in his hand, with his hair loose, and stepped on the magic circle, muttering to himself.
After a moment, he pointed his wooden sword, sprinkled a handful of sticky rice, and said, "The wind is rising!"
call!
Gusts of wind blew by, carrying a slight dampness, blowing the flags around.
Li Shimin's eyes lit up. Just as Li Chunfeng said, the Purple Star was dim today and the dragon energy had the lowest influence on Taoism. It seemed that Dong Yangzi really had hope of summoning rain.
He had asked Dong Yangzi to try to pray for rain before, but at that time, not only did he not get any rain, he didn't even get a breeze.
However, when Li Shimin looked at Maha , he found that the other party looked calm and did not seem worried at all.
“Clouds gather!”
On the high platform, Dong Yangzi waved the wooden sword again, raised it high into the sky, and his head of white hair danced wildly.
Dark clouds began to gather and the sky seemed to be getting a little darker.
"Haha, it's cloudy, it's really cloudy!"
"Master Dongyangzi is indeed worthy of being the headmaster of Xuandu Temple. His Taoism is truly profound!"
"That bald donkey just said that Chang'an City has experienced a 500-year drought. Haha, if I were him, I would find a crack in the ground to crawl into right now!"
Maha sat quietly, with most of his mind focused on Li Daoxuan, or rather, the Lady in Green. He did not even look at Dong Yangzi, as if he were a speck of dust.
At this time, some people began to notice that something was wrong.
"No, look, Master Dong Yangzi looks very 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.
"Lei... come!"
He bit his tongue and sprayed his blood onto the peach wood sword, trying desperately to complete the spell. However, there was no thunder or lightning between heaven and earth. Instead, there was a sound of breaking wood.
Bang!
The peach wood sword in his hand broke into two pieces. Dong Yangzi spat out a mouthful of blood and fell off the platform. He was weak and looked extremely embarrassed.
The dark clouds and wet wind that had been summoned earlier disappeared in an instant, leaving no trace.
