Pretty State Preceptor Saves the Planet

Xie Huaian took Hong Yao's hand and walked out of Fenxiang Building slowly.

The two Xuanji Pavilion disciples clasped their hands in salute, pushed open the heavy door for them, and set up the canopy embroidered with divine birds.

The rain outside the building has not stopped, and the fine and dense raindrops hit the splendid canopy and flow down the ears.

Zhou Yin followed Xie Huai'an, nervously feeling the moisture in the air.

He knew that Xie Huai'an had the ability to divination and calculation of celestial phenomena, but he had never verified it with his own eyes.At this time, the red sun is still in the sky, and the rain is thick, which is clearly a sign that it will continue to fall.

Is the rain really going to stop soon?

"Sir, please take a seat."

Hong Yao unhurriedly led Xie Huai'an up to the altar and walked to the table.

Hong Yao didn't focus on observing whether the rain would stop, but only paid attention to whether Xie Huai'an's shoulders were wet and whether he was sitting firmly.

According to estimates, the fortune-telling will take place at least from noon to nightfall.Hong Yao asked someone to put up cushions and a curved waist to prevent Xie Huai'an from being unable to sit still.

The top of the low altar is open, facing the red sky, and there is no curtain to keep out the rain.The disciples of Xuanji Pavilion stood on one side, continuing to support the canopy.

"Wait a little longer and take the umbrella down." Xie Huai'an looked at the rain and said warmly.

The two disciples glanced at each other with worried expressions: "Here..."

At the end of the street, the noise grew louder.

Tianshengjiao has been preaching for a long time, and there are loyal believers who recite the scriptures every day, hoping to achieve eternal life.They accept the holy tower's commentary on the scriptures, but they cannot accept anyone who wants to challenge the divine power of the celestial master.

If there really are sons of God who have obtained the oracle of the Heavenly Sage and True Monarch, and there really is a new scripture, how can they, who have given everything to recite the old scriptures, exist?

"Liar! Burn him!" Someone held rotten cabbage and eggs and threw them with his arms.

"I have not apostasy, my loyalty can be learned... I will leave right now..." Someone saw the rain that was not weakening, thought that the opening time of the altar was wrong, and the Son of God could not predict God's will, and left in a hurry.

More people's eyes were dull and numb, their heels were motionless, and they stood silently in place.

They don't know what they are waiting for, but as long as the "blessed light" of the celestial master has not fallen on their heads, they are willing to spend time here and wait quietly.

What if it is true?Has another person appeared who can predict God's will?

Can life get any better?It couldn't get any worse anyway.

The mediocre Suncheon years have passed for too long, and there are always people who want to see some miracles.

Xie Huai'an sat on the low altar, closed his eyes, and concentrated on feeling.

Suddenly, he lightly raised a white and thin hand, with the palm facing forward, and made a "stop" movement.

As if the dragon god Rain God received this order above the clouds, the continuous rain suddenly stopped.

The noisy raindrops turned into a light song, ticking, ticking, singing the last light song.

Xie Huai'an clenched his hands into fists, and slowly lowered his raised hand.

The rain gradually decreased according to his gestures, and finally only one or two sporadic drops fell on the ground.

The sky is red and the sun is shining, but the bluestone road is still wet.

The disciples put away the canopy with concentration and held their breath, fearing to disturb the miracle if they moved too much.

The pre-arranged holy tones and drums played, the harp cleared the spirit, and the drums and zithers were silent, as if the wings of a divine bird swept across the sky and descended for a long time.

Some people knelt down silently, some people covered their faces in surprise.

The moment Xie Huai'an raised his hand and dropped it completely, the rain stopped.

"Boluan..." Xie Huai'an called out calmly.

His posture is upright and straight.The voice is warm and pleasant, with a smile.It seems that raising your hand to stop the rain is a trivial matter, and it is better to trouble the fish with its thorns.

"Sir, I'm here." Zhou Yin knelt behind Xie Huai'an and listened to the order.

"If someone comes to divination, you first briefly explain the new interpretation to him, and then bring the person up."

"Understood..." Zhou Yin said, "The scriptures of the Bible make people confused. I told them that the interpretation of the scriptures is wrong, and the true meaning should be to try to live and die calmly."

"Is anyone here now?"

Zhou Yin narrowed his eyes and looked in front of the altar through the gap in the mask: "Not yet..."

The low altar for preaching scriptures is set at the intersection, and the stone road facing it is empty.

The crowd was crowded at the end of the road, and neither stepped forward nor dispersed, as if frozen.

Even if the son of God showed his ability to stop the rain, no one would dare to be the first to try it without the nod of the celestial master.

Zhou Yin's heart, which had just settled down, began to worry again.

If no one stepped forward... wouldn't the plan fail?

Deep in the street, in a secluded corner.

The thief Feifei squatted on a wooden barrel, approached Xiao Weishen, an official from the official department, and whispered into Xiao Weishen's ear in a breathy voice: "My lord, my lord—I won't be lecturing today, let's go back. "

With deep dark circles under his eyes, Xiao Wei waved his hand to his ear as if chasing away mosquitoes, and reached out to insert his hand into the gap between the two people in front, "Excuse me..."

"Hey, why did you go, it's not here, wrong, home is behind!"

Feifei hurriedly jumped out of the wooden barrel, and trotted behind Xiao Weishen: "Auntie, uncle, don't move away, just stand!"

Xiao Weishen moved from the middle back of the crowd to the front.

He didn't have to say he had borrowed it.

An old woman with cloudy eyes, a shirtless middle-aged man with a hesitant expression, a woman wearing a black veil, a believer with a hideous expression... People made a narrow passage for him, and stared at this moving forward with different expressions. people.

Feifei couldn't stop muttering: "You really won't come back, you really have to take the initiative to settle the matter. If Master Tianshi comes back and turns you into a living corpse, I will take your warm house!"

"Occupy it..." Xiao Wei said deeply.

"Hey, why are you like this!" Feifei stared and gritted his teeth, seeing that Xiao Weishen was about to get out of the crowd, he sneaked in front of him and spat on the ground.

"Okay, sir, isn't it just a fortune teller, I'll go find out for you!"

Xiao Wei grabbed Feifei's arm deeply.

He is a scholar with no strength to restrain his hands, and his biggest exercise every day is to walk from the alley to the government office, but at this time his hands are swollen, and Fei Fei, who is flying over the roof and walls every day, almost caught a somersault.

"Go back and look at the house."

Xiao Weishen threw Feifei back into the crowd, flicked his sleeves, walked past the Xuanji Pavilion disciples standing along the street without turning his eyes, and walked towards the lecture hall at the very end where the immortal master in white was sitting.

Xiao Wei has been looking forward to this day for a long time, even if he will be caught and beheaded by the Holy Tower in the next moment, he still wants to see who is this person who dares to confront the celestial master.

"Sir, someone is here." Seeing this, Zhou Yin whispered.

"Go..." Xie Huai'an responded.

Holding the scripture and pen, Zhou Yin walked down the altar slowly, received the questions and answers, came back after a while, and still whispered in Xie Huaian's ear: "Xiao Weishen, Zi Yuanzhi, from Xingzhou Wannian, sir I circled him in the list that day. He listened carefully to the commentary of the New Bible without raising any doubts."

"Ask him to come up..."

Xie Huai'an leaned back on the recessed table to borrow strength, and sat a little more beautifully.

Xiao Wei climbed up the steps deeply.

This pulpit is different from the previous high altar of Tianshengjiao. It has only three short steps, almost touching the ground.

It's not like a lofty altar, but more like a forum where anyone can come up and say a few words.

Xiao Wei's deep gaze flicked over the masked god attendant, and stopped on the body of the white-clothed god son, his mood was shaken.

What a man.

Just sitting in the banquet in a calm and breezy manner, it makes people seem to hear fairy music in their ears.If you speak too loudly, you may offend him; if you speak too softly, you may appear cowardly and impolite.

Who is he...will he bring disaster or light?Xiao Wei sat down in deep silence.

Xuanji Pavilion saves the world and often distributes food for free. Although it uses the name of the holy religion, it never exploits it.Shenzi chooses to work with Xuanji Pavilion, does it mean that... Shenzi is on the side of light?

Zhou Yin said: "Xiao Weishen, the Son of God predicts the lost things, do you have any questions?"

Xiao Wei pondered deeply for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "Twenty years at the desk, the spirit of youth has dissipated, and the heart and blood have become cold. May I ask the Son of God, when will the blood in my body be rekindled?"

The son of God in white barely thought about it, and said in an ethereal voice in the next moment: "There is something wrong with your question. Your spirit has not dissipated, and your blood has not been cold. Don't worry, the future can be expected."

Xiao Wei frowned deeply, bowed down after thinking about it, and did not get up for a long time.

"May I use this body to help the Son of God."

At the end of the road, the noise suddenly became louder and crowded.

The first person to pay homage under the Son of God with the great ceremony of Tianshengjiao seemed to foretell something, and those who were still hesitating quickly made a decision.

"Little boy, go down, I'm not afraid, I'll come first!"

The porter suffering from scabies pressed Feifei, the thief who was about to run forward, and strode towards the pulpit: "Whatever the new scriptures and the old scriptures are all scriptures. I have lived enough, so I want to find a wife."

The second person who strode forward was like a drop of water blowing up a frying pan.

The person who witnessed the Son of God raised his hand to stop the rain was restless, worried and restless, but his legs seemed to have their own thoughts, and they moved forward bit by bit to approach the pulpit.

In the middle of the street, separated by a short distance from the low altar, the crowd stopped moving and were firmly nailed to the ground.

The widows in black veils clutched the skirts of their clothes tightly, and moved to the front one by one.She didn't dare to speak to anyone, looked ahead sadly, and finally bowed her head and hurried to the low altar.

She kept rehearsing what she wanted to say in her heart: "Master Immortal, my concubine from Yangge Yonghe, I want to find my lost eldest son."

Soon after the porter finished asking, he bowed respectfully to the Son of God a few times, and left with a big smile.

After the widow finished asking, she let out a weeping sound that was both sad and laughing, knelt down on the lectern and couldn't get up, and was finally helped away by the disciples of Xuanji Pavilion.

A half-sized man wearing only a small-nosed jacket rushed out of the crowd.

He still doesn't know the relationship between the Son of God and the Celestial Master. He only knows that sitting on the altar is a god who can know the will of heaven and is doing divination for everyone.

"Master Shenzi! My mother can't see, I want to ask her eyes!"

More people came forward to ask for calculations, and the content of the questions was also enriched.

Zhou Yin received and guided patiently, and Xie Huai'an answered every question, no matter what the question was, he could give the answer almost in a few breaths.

After asking the first wave of people in this way, the crowd became condensed again.

The barefoot people who dared to risk their lives left after asking, and the rest of the people with little money and barely enough food and clothing lingered in place.

"Fathers and folks, let's stop here for today."

Xie Huaian spoke in a gentle voice.His back was still straight, but his voice was a little weak: "The next time you do the fortune-telling...cough cough, it will be announced by the preacher."

Zhou Yin looked at Xie Huai'an in awe and worry, and cooperated with the disciples of Xuanji Pavilion to get off the altar and disperse the crowd.

When the crowd was almost gone, Xie Huai'an wanted to stand up, but his legs were sore and numb after kneeling all afternoon, his sitting position changed, and his heart beat so fast that people's eyes turned black.

"Cough...cough cough." Xie Huai'an covered his lips, suppressing a small cough.

The continuous low-grade fever left a lesion in his lungs, and the desire to cough came out annoyingly when he was weak, and his already tired heart began to ache.

"Hold my hand..." Hong Yao said, stretching out his strong arm.

Xie Huai'an got up with Hong Yao's hand, his feet almost went limp when he went down the steps, and when he walked back to Fenxiang Tower, his steps were still trembling, his eyes were covered with a layer of blackness shining with gold stars.

Xie Huai'an took a light breath and forced himself to lift his weak legs up the stairs.

"Stand back, and let Divine Doctor Ling come up later." Hong Yao ordered.

His voice was cold, as if suppressing something.

The Erdangjia who had been waiting at the door drove everyone away with a wink.

Hong Yao stretched out his long arms, put one hand on Xie Huai'an's shoulder and the other on Xie Huai'an's knee, and pulled him up horizontally.

I don’t know how many times Hong Yao has fished like this these days, and he is already familiar with it, and he is used to it naturally.

Xie Huai'an himself is soft, he can lie flat against a wall if he has a bed, as long as he is really tired, he will never seriously refuse to be picked up.

"Your Majesty!" Xie Huai'an blushed, and kicked his legs for nothing, "I'll go by myself..."

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