Chapter 116 Praying to God for Grandpa and Grandma
The completion of the Dragon King Temple is the happiest thing in Wangjia Village in the past two days. And through the Dragon King’s friend Baibianxingjun, we know that in addition to burning incense and offering some fresh fruits to the Dragon King, if someone has something in his heart to pray for, he can take the first drop of dew on the leaves in the morning and pray sincerely in the temple.
This is also Qin Lang's way of preventing them from starting to pay money like giving money to Buddha statues, so as long as you are sincere, the gods will naturally listen to your wishes.
The villagers now get up before dawn in the morning. After all, the weather is hot, and if the morning dew is not collected early, it will be dried up by the sun. Even if there is nothing to do, when they know that Lord Dragon King likes such water from the sky, everyone is still willing to get up early to offer dew.
The villagers were very happy that the threat of drought was gone. However, in the most remote bedroom of a family in the north, a woman was crying.
"My dear husband, please let me go back to my parents' home. I am really worried about them."
The lack of rain is not just a problem for one village, but a problem for the entire region. Therefore, a month ago, after Chen Cuihua, who married into Wangjia Village, returned to her parents' home, she also knew that her parents' home was not doing well. It had not rained for several months this year, and the crops in the fields were not growing well. Wangjia Village still has a river, which can provide some irrigation until the Dragon King sends rain. However, last month, many crops in Chenjia Village were about to die of drought.
"Cui Niang, it's not that I don't want you to go back, but if you want to tell your parents about the Dragon King, then if Chen Village imitates ours and prays for rain, it would be fine if they get it, but if they don't, what will we do if we feel resentment towards the Dragon King?"
Wang Ji was also hesitant. Life in the village was better now, and it seemed that there would be a bumper harvest this year. Most of the wheat here was spring wheat, and the wheat would be harvested at the end of July or early August. It was already June. If the crops did not grow well in the fields, there would not be much food by July or August this year, and then taxes and food for the family would be a problem.
He understood it in his heart and was worried about his father-in-law and mother-in-law, but he really couldn't make the decision on such a big matter as the Dragon King. He couldn't let his wife secretly spread the news about the Dragon King.
"But...but the Dragon King is willing to let us build a temple to worship him. If Chenjia Village is also willing to build a temple for the Dragon King and believe in him, can we also receive rain from him..."
Chen Cuihua couldn't help crying, thinking of her elderly parents and her disabled brother. Now there was a severe drought, and the crops in the fields could not be harvested this year. What would happen next year?
Wouldn’t that force my parents and brother to death?
"Don't talk nonsense like that. The Dragon King is willing to send down the divine rain because Star Lord is in our village. But if you insist on forcing the Dragon King to send down the divine rain, then you might as well let me die. What's the difference between this and forcing the Dragon King?"
If there was no Lord of Changes, how could Lord Dragon King even look at their Wangjia Village?
It also sent down divine rain, which could cure all diseases and make people feel like they were reborn. It was not that Wang Ji was greedy and wanted to possess this god, but this is what it means to pray to a god, you can't force it!
If you pray, will the gods come?
It is normal to ask for something but not get it. God is high above us, how could he allow a mortal like you to order him around at will?
Wang Ji wanted to explain all this to his wife, but seeing tears in her eyes, he felt so painful that he could only hug his wife and wipe her tears.
"If my father-in-law and mother-in-law really have no food to harvest this year, I will bring some of the food from home over. Don't worry, I will definitely not let them go without food."
What could Chen Cuihua do? She could only sob. How could she not know that praying to the gods was a form of luck, something not everyone could obtain? But she still couldn't bear to see her parents suffer through the drought.
Just outside the house, a little girl was listening to her parents talking through the crack of the door. She saw her mother crying, and was frightened when she heard that her grandparents might starve to death due to lack of food.
In fact, in addition to being happy, the villagers have also been a little restless these past two days. It’s not that they have some ideas about Lord Dragon King, but who doesn’t have some relatives?
There are more than 200 people in a village, and most of the marriages take place in surrounding villages, not too far away. Now Wangjia Village has escaped the drought, but other villages are still experiencing drought.
When someone went to the fields, he found that people from the neighboring village were looking at their wheat seedlings curiously and kept asking what method was used. What could people say?
The people in Wangjia Village all respect Lord Dragon King. Without Lord Dragon King's permission, they naturally cannot tell others about Lord Dragon King and let them worship him. But they still feel uncomfortable.
In fact, every household does this, but they dare not really take any action. The people in Wangjia Village tacitly go to burn incense to the Dragon King every day, silently begging the Dragon King to take a look at the surrounding villages and send down rain.
Until a brave little girl found Qin Lang who was out looking at the fields.
Qin Lang was still wearing the same frosty brocade robe today. He was the only one in the whole village dressed so noblely, and he could be recognized at a glance.
This little girl, who seemed to be even shorter than Qin Lang's waist, actually glanced at Qin Lang from a distance, and then kowtowed towards him using the ritual of three kneelings and nine kowtows, kowtowed with each step.
The little girl recently learned how to pray to the gods in the village, and kowtowed in an imitative manner all the way to the God of Change.
She knew that the man in front of her who looked like a god was the good friend of Lord Dragon King, so as long as she told Lord Dragon King's friend about her grandparents, could she ask Lord Dragon King to go to her grandparents' village and bring rain?
She finally knelt in front of Qin Lang, then knelt there, raised her head obediently, and looked at Qin Lang with a pair of curious and expectant eyes.
"Wang Xing'er pays homage to the Star Lord."
She obediently imitated the adults and knew to call out to the Star Lord.
Qin Lang lowered his head, his eyes were emotionless, but they made people feel compassion. Wang Huaer, who was standing beside him, spoke immediately.
"Wang Xing'er, do you have anything to tell the Star Lord? The Star Lord doesn't like being kneeled to."
Whenever the villagers saw Qin Lang, they had to kneel down, so Qin Lang asked Wang Huaer to pass on the message that the Lord of Changes was now undergoing trials in the human world, so they did not need to kneel this time. They could only kneel if they wanted to ask something from the gods.
Now, the villagers would salute Qin Lang as soon as they saw him from afar, and then stand aside obediently waiting for the Star Lord to leave.
Now this little girl, who looked less than ten years old, was kneeling on the ground, seemingly asking for something.
Wang Xing'er knew that to pray to God, one had to kneel, and kneel devoutly, kneeling three times and kowtow nine times, and offering sacrifices.
She didn't know what offering to prepare, so she pinned herself behind her and handed over a small bouquet of wild flowers that she had picked in the morning without getting up.
"These flowers are for the Star Lord. Please, Star Lord, save my grandparents."
She was still a child, so small, but what she said was very sensible. Qin Lang immediately understood that here had come the opportunity to publicize the Dragon King.
In fact, Qin Lang had noticed the changes in the villagers in the past two days, but no one came to ask for help, so he naturally couldn't help. But now was the opportunity.
Qin Lang set his eyes on the bunch of wild flowers that had been carefully arranged by the children. The flowers in it were carefully selected, and there were pink, purple, yellow, and green flowers. Each one was very lively, and they were stacked together in a staggered manner to form a bunch of lovely little flowers.
Wang Huaer understood what Xingjun meant, and immediately went over to take the flowers from Wang Xinger's hand, then leaned over slightly and handed the bouquet to Qin Lang with both hands.
Qin Lang then stretched out his hand, and his slightly cold fingers touched Wang Huaer. He picked up the bunch of flowers, which made Wang Huaer's heart tremble.
The weather is getting hotter now, and the sun's rays make the skin feel slightly painful, but the skin of the Star Lord is actually cool, and it is especially cool to stay next to the Star Lord.
As expected of a god... Only a god could possess the ability to be unfazed by the four seasons.
"I accept your offering, Wang Xing'er. What do you want?"
Qin Lang had memorized the names of everyone in the village long ago. This outfit system was pretty cool. Once a god-level suit was unlocked, if one gained faith value, a believer would automatically be displayed when the suit interface was opened. The believer's faith value contribution and various names were all included in it. Qin Lang memorized them at a glance.
Wang Xing'er was delighted when she saw the God of Change accepted her sacrifice. She was still a child and just hoped that her grandparents would have food to eat. Her mother said that if there was no food, people would starve to death.
"Xingjun, my grandparents are from Chenjia Village, next to Wangjia Village. My mother was crying last night. It hasn't rained in Chenjia Village, and the crops are dying of drought. My mother said that if the Dragon King is willing to go to Chenjia Village and make it rain, the crops will survive, and my grandparents will have food to eat. Otherwise, they will starve to death..."
She foolishly repeated her mother's words, which seemed inconsistent.
"I'd like to ask the Star God to ask the Dragon King to go to Chen Village and make it rain for my grandparents. My mother said the people of Chen Village would definitely be willing to worship the Dragon King!"
Along with the sincere plea of the little girl, five hundred faith points were directly credited to her account. The little girl's sincerity was so pure that it was fatal. She just didn't understand the adults' thoughts. She just wanted her grandparents to have food to eat. She didn't want to see her mother cry or her father in trouble.
She got up early and spent an hour picking these beautiful flowers, weaving them together with grass, hoping that the Lord of Change would like them.
The Star God is such a good-looking person, he must be an extremely good god.
Qin Lang understood what was going on in his heart when he heard the innocent voice of the child, but his face remained expressionless. At this moment, a villager had already seen Wang Xing'er's actions, and he hurried over and knelt on the ground without saying anything.
They respected and feared the gods. They didn't know what was happening at the moment, but they immediately knelt on the ground, hoping to get the gods' forgiveness.
Qin Lang just stood there, looking at Wang Xing'er who was still kneeling there with eyes full of expectation, and then nodded.
"As you wish."
When Wang Xing'er heard this, she immediately smiled in surprise and kowtowed to the Lord of Change.
The people around didn't know what was going on, but Wang Xing'er was also happy and said immediately.
"Wang Xing'er just asked the Immortal Lord to contact the Dragon King to send down a blessed rain for Chen Village, but how can a deity's grace be granted so easily? Send someone to Chen Village to set up an altar for the Dragon King and become his believers. Only then can they receive his divine rain."
As the Dragon King's best servant, Wang Xing'er has learned all the necessary skills in just a few days. She has imitated the master and become a fairy messenger. Her words are more effective than those of her grandfather, the village chief Wang Shan.
As soon as she said this, all the villagers kneeling on the ground burst into tears of joy, because they saw a new road, and they kowtowed to express their gratitude.
If other villages also set up altars for the Dragon King, would the Dragon King also send down rain for the sake of the Lord of Changes?
Are the villages around Wangjia Village saved?
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