Chapter 388: No clouds or winds can gather, no rain can fall
"Real person!"
Some Taoists came forward to rescue Dong Yangzi, and after taking his pulse, they discovered that he was seriously injured and needed to rest for a while.
"Your Majesty... the drought... is definitely not caused by the dragon's energy. It must be caused by a villain...!"
Dong Yangzi said with effort while coughing up blood.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at Maha, but the other party was very calm and indifferent.
"Amitabha, the severe drought in Chang'an is due to your Majesty's lack of virtue and neglect of Buddhism. It has nothing to do with this old monk."
He raised his eyes and said calmly: "Even if the old monk dies, Chang'an will still suffer from a severe drought, and it may even last longer."
Everyone was silent.
Although it is hard to figure out how the other party did it, even Dong Yangzi, who was in the late Yin Shen stage, failed and was seriously injured. It can be seen that praying for rain is obviously not feasible.
Unless... that person is willing to take action.
But from just now until now, that person has been sitting quietly, and doesn't look like he's going to take any action.
At this moment, "Li Daoxuan" suddenly sighed and said, "Forget it, since you insist on taking action, then it's up to you."
The next moment, the indifference in Li Daoxuan's eyes gradually faded away, and he regained his spirit. The Empress's true spirit no longer controlled his body, and gave all her magical powers to him.
Although he seemed to be sitting in meditation just now, he was actually negotiating with the Empress in his heart.
The queen thought that there was something very strange behind the drought in Chang'an, and it seemed to have touched upon some kind of rules, which gave her a bad feeling.
She didn't want Li Daoxuan to take risks.
But under Li Daoxuan's insistence, she finally compromised, but warned Li Daoxuan that if his life was in danger, he should not act stubbornly, otherwise she would immediately take over his body.
Li Daoxuan glanced at Maha, and then said to Li Shimin: "Your Majesty, I am willing to give it a try."
Li Shimin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"What does Taichong need to prepare?"
Li Daoxuan smiled faintly and said, "Your Majesty, please send someone to tell the people to move out pots, pans, bowls, and other things so that we can store more rainwater when it rains heavily later."
Li Shimin laughed loudly and said, "Don't worry, Taichong. From today onwards, all the people in the capital will drink the sweet rain!"
He had no doubt about Li Daoxuan's words and immediately ordered Gao Quan to send the Jinwu Guards to spread the news throughout the city.
This puts the court's credibility and Li Shimin's reputation entirely on Li Daoxuan. If Li Daoxuan fails to pray for rain, the people will be greatly disappointed with the court and the emperor, and rumors will spread.
On the contrary, if Li Daoxuan succeeds in praying for rain, then all the rumors will be self-defeating, and the 500-year drought that Maha just mentioned will become a laughing stock and be ridiculed by all people.
If it were anyone else, they would have hesitated again and again, but Li Shimin was resolute in character. He believed in not employing people if you doubt them, and trusting people if you employ them. Since he had chosen to trust Li Daoxuan, he would not hesitate any longer.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Li Daoxuan walked toward the platform alone. Wisps of mist appeared under his feet, and it was like lotus flowers blooming with every step, and he landed on the platform.
"Master Li, be careful, there's something strange about this drought!"
Xuandu Temple's headmaster Dong Yangzi warned despite his injuries.
Li Daoxuan nodded to him and casually cast a talisman of longevity. As the golden light entered his body, Dong Yangzi suddenly felt much better and his blood no longer churned.
Li Daoxuan glanced at Maha and found that the other party was really patient. Even when he saw him going on stage, he was still calm and didn't look worried at all.
The other party must know something about the drought in Chang'an, so he is so confident.
Li Daoxuan revealed a hint of sneer, he made a seal with his hands and said, "The wind is rising!"
call!!!
The wind blows for thousands of miles, shaking the capital city of God!
The flags all around fluttered in an instant, and the strong wind mixed with a lot of moisture made it impossible for people to open their eyes. The ears were filled with the whistling sound of the wind, which was many times more powerful than the wind that Dong Yangzi had just summoned.
"Father, the wind is so strong!"
Princess Changle hid behind her father. She tried hard to open her eyes and looked at the man on the platform.
The wooden hairpin that tied the gentleman's hair was blown away, his long black hair was flying in the wind, and his white clothes were rustling. He made a Taoist seal with his hands and raised his head to look at the sky, as if he would fly away with the wind at any time.
Li Shimin laughed loudly and said: "What a nice wind! What a nice wind!"
With such a long wind, there must be a heavy rain!
He looked at Maha, wanting to see the other party's panic, but found that Maha was still sitting there quietly. Even though the strong wind blew his robes fluttering, he did not move at all, and did not even look at Li Daoxuan.
Like holding a pearl of wisdom in one's hand, like having a clear plan in mind.
The next moment, a voice continued to sound, reaching the sky.
“Clouds gather!”
boom!
The sky suddenly darkened, and the scorching sun that had been so powerful just a moment ago was now submerged in the sea of clouds.
Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it!
Li Daoxuan continued to use his magical powers and shouted, "Thunder!"
Boom!
Thunder rumbled and suddenly bright lightning appeared in the dark clouds. Blue thunder rolled in the clouds, and wisps of electric light overflowed from time to time, as if turning the sky into a spider web.
Seeing that Li Daoxuan completed the first three steps effortlessly, Dong Xuanzi was amazed and said, "I have lived a foolish life for decades, and today I finally see an immortal!"
The others were also amazed.
"Today's Longmen Immortal Meeting will surely be passed down through the ages. We can also take advantage of Master Li's support and leave our names in history, haha!"
"I dare to assert that perhaps in this generation, our sect will produce another unrivaled True Lord!"
In the Taoist world, only those who have entered the realm of true immortals and achieved supreme creation can be called True Lords. For example, the Heavenly Master Xu Xun is called the True Lord of Divine Power and Wonderful Aid, and the Erlang Shen Yang Jian is called the True Lord of Qingyuan Miaodao.
A True Lord can be deified and ascend to heaven, shining with the same light as the sun and the moon, and becoming immortal in heaven and earth. This is the highest pursuit in the hearts of many cultivators.
Currently, none of the old Heavenly Masters in Longhu Mountain has been granted the title of True Lord, unless he can survive the thunder catastrophe and cultivate into an immortal.
On the stage, Li Daoxuan was ready to complete the last step - rain falling - in one go.
But he had just changed his hand seals and had not yet called out the word "rain" when his heart suddenly shuddered and he felt a great sense of crisis. At the same time, the sea of clouds above the sky rolled and vaguely gathered into the shape of an eye!
That eye was indifferent and lofty, without a trace of warmth. The lightning that had just been generated quickly poured into the eye and turned into a blue pupil.
The scene was extremely horrifying, as if God was lowering his eyes, looking down at all living beings, wanting to see who was so bold as to defy God's will and force rain.
Under this eye, Li Daoxuan got goosebumps and felt as if he was falling into an icy cave.
At this moment, he finally understood why Dong Yangzi vomited blood and failed when he prayed for rain. This was because when praying for rain, a mysterious will between heaven and earth would fall on him, hindering the casting of spells and making the casting process several times more difficult.
This kind of will is very vague and difficult to detect. The caster will notice something unusual but cannot tell what is wrong.
Until Li Daoxuan, relying on the powerful magic power of the Yangshen realm and the magical power of "calling the wind and rain" borrowed from the empress, forced his way to the point where "rain" was about to fall.
At this point, the mysterious will seemed to sense the challenge and began to condense rapidly, eventually turning into a terrifying eye in the sky that overlooked the world.
A vague thought emerged in Li Daoxuan's mind.
"This place... is suffering from a severe drought..."
"The wind and clouds...cannot gather, the rain...cannot fall..."
