One person above Qing Huang Ting

It is often said to pray for rain, but not often to pray for wind.

Because rain can bring a good harvest, long winds can only make people melancholy.

Human beings will only choose to develop in the direction that is beneficial to them.

Therefore, the method of praying for rain has existed since ancient times, but praying for wind is rare, at least Hu Xiuwu has never heard of it.

Gong Qing explained: "I have never heard of the Quanzhou Prayer Festival, and it's normal. Before the Song Dynasty, there were few methods of praying for the wind in the Central Plains. Only some tactics involved the use of the wind."

"However, during the Song and Yuan Dynasties, Quanzhou's maritime trade was prosperous, with thousands of sails passing through the pier, and the traffic was like a forest. It was still noisy at night and the lights were not extinguished, which brought innumerable benefits to the court."

"It's just that sea ships at that time were extremely dependent on wind power. Without sea wind, big ships would be nothing more than snails on the sea, unable to climb a few steps at all."

Hu Xiuwu understood: "That's why maritime merchants will pray for sea breeze."

Gong Qing said: "That's right, if you want something and need something, you will have something to think about and get something."

"In order to maintain the prosperity of the sea trade, the Quanzhou government invited a different person to design the Quanzhou Prayer Festival."

Yay Yaya, Xia Ye made an appearance, and the play reached its climax.

Both Hu Xiuwu and Chen Duo have seen Jingjue City, which was supported by 36 countries in the Western Regions, when it was at its most prosperous and prosperous.

Gong Qing's excited voice sounded from behind Hu Xiuwu.

'Mazu' said: "Yun."

First, a small wind rose, blowing the immovable talisman banner.

Facing such a natural disaster, Hu Xiuwu didn't dare to confront it head-on, he grabbed Chen Duo and prepared to take her into Luo Fengtian for temporary shelter.

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The sandstorm raged for a day and a night before it gradually exhausted.

The Nine Ridge Mountain Praying Wind Festival is like an engine that has obtained endless energy. It starts at its maximum power, and even the power of the rain praying method of the Wulong Hall of the Yu Festival on the side has also been increased.

So far, Jiuri Mountain, Zhaohui Temple, and King Tongyuan have become the sea gods in charge of the sea wind.

"It's changed."

The Jingjue Temple that once amazed Hu Xiuwu is now in dilapidated condition.

Hu Xiuwu chuckled lightly,
Die without regret?If Li Si knew what the world would be like in the future, he would only regret not being able to live in a prosperous age.

The hills and sand seas drifted away with the storm and scattered in all directions.

Then the breeze came, and the yellow sand filled the sky.

With one word, the power of faith from [Mazu] slanted down like a Milky Way that received instructions.

Ding Zhang'an spat: "I saved your life because I saw Master Bi's face, so don't be too close."

Hu Xiuwu didn't have much research on opera, he only knew some familiar facial makeup, and he didn't know the rest.

In an instant, the sandstorm came,
The five dragons collapsed, the incense table flew up, and Li Si also disappeared into the rolling yellow sand.

The once ingenious mural reliefs on the surface of the temple have been completely eroded by the wind, and the stone carvings on the top that symbolize the snake god and the divine eye of the Jingjue Queen have disappeared.

Xia Liuqing put her hands behind her back and came to Hu Xiuwu's side: "Boy, we have raised the desert, now you should tell us that this part of the city is related to the Jiashen Rebellion."

Amid the high-pitched and intense opera music, Xia Liuqing became tall and plump, dressed in a colorful scarf and a crown on her head, she was majestic, graceful and dignified.

"After spending such a huge price, I finally found out the truth of Jiashen's secret!!"

There is only the sound of the wind in the world, and it seems that there is no sound at all.

Although he couldn't quite understand the opera sung, Hu Xiuwu and other listeners could understand every word Xia Liuqing sang, which showed Xia Liuqing's skills.

However, with Xia Liuqing's graceful posture, could it be possible that [King Tongyuan] is a goddess?
Gong Qing shook his head: "No, Lord Xia is playing [Mazu]. [Tongyuan King] has gradually declined after Yuan, and [Mazu] is the new sea god."

The black sandstorm is like a dizzy tsunami, like the Great Wall moving horizontally. Wherever it passes, the sand dunes disappear, the stratus clouds dissipate, and everything in the desert is swallowed into the black sandstorm.

"The prefect of Quanzhou asked for an order to seal the mountain god of Leshan as the god of the sea, and hold sacrifices at Jiuri Mountain. The emperor agreed to this plan, and gave the mountain god of Leshan the honorary title [Tongyuan King], and bestowed Zhaohui on his forehead."

On the altar, Li Si picked up the wat board, bowed like a courtier meeting the Queen of Heaven, and shouted:
"Woohoo! The county's plan is exhausted, and the consumption of people's power is also extreme! Leading the south, the day needs it, and the one who is in a hurry to be wide and upside down, this is the only one! Let the waves and the waves clear, the boats and boats will travel safely, sailing with the wind, thousands of miles a day, and there will be nothing to stop. This is the great wish of the officials and the people! I sincerely invite you."

"Then Xia Liuqing is now playing [Tongyuan King]?"

Now I see the ancient city of Jingjue again, but there are only ruins and broken sculptures left, which is really embarrassing.

Gong Qing smiled heartily: "After all, I made the plan. As soon as the sandstorm came, I hugged Brother Ding Zhang'an tightly. I knew that Brother Ding was kind and would never abandon me when he used the Earth Traveling Immortal Technique."

Hu Xiuwu pointed to the bare, pyramid-shaped building in the distance: "For supernatural things, we naturally have to look for them in temples, and that is the Jingjue Temple."

Gong Qing looked at it carelessly: "I heard the Tao in the morning, and I will die in the evening. After completing the biggest sacrifice in his life, he died naturally without regret."

"I succeeded, I succeeded, and I don't need to be sealed, my method of sacrifice is orthodox!"

Hu Xiuwu felt a little pity: "It's a pity that Yemao Mountain named Li Si, he really has some skills, and the sacrifice process that Dong desperately put together actually worked."

Xia Liuqing's face was covered with oil paint, her red dress fluttered, her hands were dancing with pink silk, and she was singing a Nanyin ditty while dancing.

Except for Li Si, there was no one casualty.

The speed of the black sandstorm seems to be slow, but it is fast. One second, it was just a distant view, and the next moment, the yellow sand has covered the sky.

"Borrowing the power of the new god to perform the sacrifice of the old ceremony is indeed an adulterous sacrifice. It is indeed a good idea, but can it be done?"

Inside the sandstorm, it seemed as if the heaven and the earth had not yet opened, dark and deep, clear and turbid, and chaotic.

Such a vast power of faith gathered here has already revealed all kinds of miracles. There are no musical instruments around, but they can be heard clearly.
There are cloud gongs ringing loudly, snare drums beeping urgently, erhu whimpering, and suona weeping.

Hu Xiuwu could already detect a majestic and boundless wave of faith, rushing from the void, gathering on the crude stage.

Even Hu Xiuwu could only vaguely hear Gong Qing's cry:
"...According to the plan...Give it to you...Destiny...Run!!"

Only Li Si stood in the center of the five dragons, neither hiding nor dodging, looking up to the sky and laughing loudly:

Hu Xiuwu clicked his tongue, and said unabashedly: "It's really a good man who doesn't pay for his life, and the disaster will last for thousands of years, and you are not dead yet."

"With the help of [Tongyuan King], gather the trust of the people of Quanzhou, and then use the sacrifices to turn the accumulated trust into a wind of helping business."

After them, people from all directions gathered in the direction of Gong Qing. After all, this plan was designed by them, and everyone was prepared when the sandstorm came.

When the sun returned to the earth, the shadow of the original altar could no longer be seen on the desert.

"Li Si is the same as me in the past. He issued a military order. If we cooperate with him like this, if he still can't succeed." Gong Qing said coldly, "Then death will be a relief for him."

Afterwards, Yuan Tao and Han Dan'er used the Rabbit Master to rush back, and the speed was only slower than Ding Zhang'an who could use the Earth Traveling Immortal Technique and set off early.

The thousand-year-old city buried under the yellow sand finally sees the light of day again.

Everyone tried their best to avoid the black sandstorm.

Hu Xiuwu smiled: "Mother Mazu? It turns out that Master Xia sang Danjiao? I said why is it so enchanting."

The temple is completely different now, if Hu Xiuwu hadn't remembered the Feng Shui level where the temple is located, he would not have recognized that it was the former Jingjue Temple.

"But before entering the temple, I'm afraid I have to deal with the people behind."

Mazu's full name:

Protecting the country and sheltering the people, wonderful spirit, Zhao Yinghong, benevolence, general aid, blessings and blessings to all living beings, sincere sense The God of Queen of Heaven in Suijiang.

The first time I read it, I didn't know how to punctuate the sentence.