After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

It would be a lie to say that they were not shocked. A group of people even said that an earthquake was a divine punishment from heaven, not to mention that it was a sunny day before, but now there were strong winds and dark clouds. The monk must be really powerful!

This realization made everyone tremble physically and mentally. They held their breath and looked up at the platform, their dark eyes dancing with excitement.

Let it rain, the dry land needs rain.

The people need blessings from the gods.

The wind was howling, gathering the dark clouds in the sky.

The breeze blew up the dark red sleeves, and the jewel earrings swayed from side to side like weak branches. The handsome face of Fury showed indifference, and his voice was somewhat sarcastic: "Do you believe in God?"

Oh, this question.

Greed stopped flipping the string and for the first time said in a serious and affectionate tone: "I believe it."

fury:"?"

With your experience, you are not the type to place your hopes on some illusory god.

Arrogantly put his hands behind his back, his gilded eyes still looking towards the platform, and said, "He believes in the God of Wealth."

fury:"……"

"The portraits of the God of Wealth in his house cost at least thousands, if not hundreds."

Greedy grinned, "I can't bear to give one to anyone else, no matter how many there are."

May the God of Wealth bless you and may all the money in the world go into my big pocket!

Well, no one is serious.

Lazy on the periphery was also surprised: "It's really raining today, could it be that the monk really invited the Dragon King?"

Jealousy's patience was almost exhausted by the 0.5x speed tone. He gathered his sleeves and did not answer. The dark sky was reflected in his clear eyes.

Pu Ran was standing next to Qing He at the moment, and pointed out the fact in a flat tone: "You are going to lose."

Qing He clenched his fists, his dark blue veins clearly visible, and said coldly: "It's just a coincidence."

"It took half an hour for the weather to change. Was it the monk's credit? Shouldn't it be God's blessing that gave him a chance?"

"Otherwise, why didn't this happen at the beginning?"

This look of trying to save face made Pu Ran raise his eyebrows.

"You asked for the rain prayer, you set the time, and you chose the location. If you say this now, I will look down on you."

She looked at the spiritual power around Bodhi that was dissipating in the air, and said, "Otherwise, pick a hot day and have the high priest show the civil and military officials how to pray for rain. It doesn't matter if you can't do it at the beginning. I can wait for you for half an hour."

Qing He turned to look at her, and every word he said was cold and cruel, as if squeezed out from between his teeth: "Are you threatening me?"

Threat?

How could a small guardian speak so arrogantly in front of a distinguished crown prince?

Pu Ran said calmly: "How long do you want the rain to last and how many times do you want the thunder to sound? The monk can accurately realize it one by one. Can you trust him?"

Before they knew it, the people around them were attracted by the conversation between the two. Countless eyes were staring at them, and several senior brothers also cast interesting glances.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, Qinghe was in a difficult situation.

"Okay."

She curled her lips and smiled: "I want it to rain heavily for half an hour, and when it rains, there will be thunder. There will be ten thunders, one every ten breaths."

One breath is the duration of one breath, and ten breaths are not considered long.

The whole audience was in an uproar, and some people smiled reluctantly: "High Priest, no one can do this except God."

Qing He's smile was a little gentler: "Since the princess believes that the monk can do it, I naturally believe it too."

There were crowds of people, and many of them had begun to poke the princess in the spine, saying that it was already a miracle that it was raining, so why was she still bragging?

Xie Jinyan's face was also gloomy. This sister was always good at causing trouble.

Pu Ran reached his hand into his sleeve and touched the silky handkerchief. He raised his eyelids and looked at Qing He, saying meaningfully: "There are always people who are better than you. There are always things that are better than you."

"High Priest, there is another heaven beyond your heaven."

Qinghe sneered, "Foolish! I want to see what kind of sky there is beyond the Broken Sky."

After saying this, Pu Ran started walking towards the platform, and everyone was surprised.

Princess, what are you doing? Stop making trouble!

Xie Jinyan said sternly: "What are you doing? Come back quickly!"

Pu Ran took out his handkerchief and waved it: "I will convey the request to the monk and help him wipe his sweat."

His mind was highly concentrated, his spiritual energy was consumed rapidly, and fine beads of sweat had gathered into a string of crystal lines and dripped down his jaw.

She walked forward without looking back, under the sky where dark clouds seemed to be looming and destroying the city.

"Princess!"

Suddenly, a deep and deep male voice called her. Pu Ran paused. Behind her, her senior brother, Emperor Chi Zhao, was looking at her with burning eyes.

She is tall and graceful, and lives a passionate and unrestrained life.

"The wind is strong and the stairs are dangerous. Be careful when you go up. Don't fall."

Puran waved at him in response.

The wind was indeed very strong, blowing across the girl's slender body, causing her intricate long skirt to sway in flower-like curves.

The hairpins made crisp sounds, just like the sacred bells that the great witch shakes when praying for rain.

Under a series of mixed gazes, she stepped onto the stairs.

Like a pitch-black space, invisible raindrops fall on the calm water surface.

With a "click" sound, layers of fine ripples spread out.

As if by telepathy, the corners of Bodhi's lips, which were closed above him, curled up slightly.

Everyone was watching the princess's every move.

They saw the princess go up to the high platform, sit down next to the monk, and gently and carefully wipe the white jade face with her handkerchief.

Her lips were opening and closing, but they couldn't see or hear clearly. All they could hear was the whistling wind.

"Did you hear clearly what I asked you to do just now?"

"Yes, I understand."

Then Bodhi opened his lips, and tender words flowed out from between his lips and teeth.

"Senior, you are here."

Bodhi's long golden eyelashes were kept closed. He did not open his eyes, but just maintained the meditation posture and talked to her.

In just five short words, so much dependence, trust and love for this senior is intimately wrapped up.

His practice was not enough and his spiritual power was insufficient, but his predecessors were not.

This stone already existed before the sapling broke through the soil.

"Thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me. You just need to assist me from the side."

She stroked the man's delicate cheek with her thumb in praise, and Bodhi nodded meekly, as if he had docked in the most sheltered harbor, feeling warm and at ease.

He knew that the senior was helping him save spiritual energy.

"Do you remember the rain spell?"

"Remember, it comes from the Shurangama Sutra."

Pu Ran closed his eyes, and powerful and terrifying spiritual power overflowed from his body, dispersing invisibly in the air.

"Okay, then read along with me."

Bodhi's heart leaped with joy: "Okay."

"Buddhas and Bodhisattvas save all living beings, pray for rain, and all people will gain the Dharma."

"Buddhas and Bodhisattvas save all living beings, pray for rain, and all people will gain the Dharma."

The two people's voices merged, spiritual power surged, and dark clouds rolled.

"The rain brings nourishment, and the water source is abundant."

"The countryside is happy, the crops are abundant, and every family is healthy."

The last mantra ends.

"boom--"

Exploding dully in the ears.

Everyone was startled.

A loud thunderclap struck, piercing through the dark clouds. Lightning illuminated the world for a moment. The flickering light and shadow made the stunned looks on the officials' faces even more comical.

At the same time, heavy rain poured down, upside down the sky and the earth.