Evolution of the heavens

Chapter 230
In the hot summer, Huangtupo.

Two figures were running on the high slope.

"Xiaolong, why are you running? The nine-foot-nine high platform has been set up, you should go to Fucheng to pray for rain." The little follower followed behind Zhou Yulong, sweating profusely from running.

"I don't know what I'm running either."

Zhou Yulong was out of breath running in front, he just ran forward:

"I'm just a little scared."

The loess and hot wind in front of them made their mouths dry, and the two of them quickly ran out of strength and lay down on a hillside.

"Are you afraid?" The follower asked: "What are you afraid of? Didn't you say that as long as the nine-foot-nine high platform is built, you can communicate with God, and then you can get the wind and the rain?"

call!
call!
Zhou Yulong took a deep breath, feeling that his alveoli were about to explode from the intense running, he gasped for breath, and said:
"Yes, I believe so."

The attendant was puzzled and asked, "Then why are you running now?"

Zhou Yulong turned around and looked at the small outline of the town that ran out, and then at the direction of the official city behind the town, with strong fear spreading from his eyes:

"I would dare to pray for rain on the nine-foot-nine altar built by the neighbors in the town, but I would not dare to pray for rain on the nine-foot-nine altar by Mr. Fucheng."

"Why?" asked the servant, "Are you afraid of adults?"

"Yes, I'm scared. I'm not only afraid of adults, but behind this fear, I'm also afraid of myself..." Zhou Yulong suddenly fell into unprecedented doubt and fear: "I'm afraid that I don't have the ability to ask for rain at all. .”

The follower asked, "So you are afraid that after praying for rain, the adults will be angry and kill you?"

"Do not."

Zhou Yulong murmured:

"Compared to the possible disaster of killing me if I failed to pray for rain, what I fear most is the fact that I failed to pray for rain."

"Why?" The servant asked: "You are an ordinary person, even if you can't ask for rain, it's normal."

"No!" Zhou Yulong said loudly: "I am not an ordinary person, I am definitely not an ordinary person, I firmly believe that I am different from ordinary people, and as long as I can successfully pray for rain, then I will be able to prove this, I am not such One of the multitude in the world, but some kind of divine."

"I have always had such a firm belief that that dream was a revelation given to me by the gods..."

He knelt in the yellow ground, holding his head in his hands:

"If I can succeed in praying for rain, it means that I may also be a god, but if all this is just my fantasy, then the blow I have suffered will be more devastating than death, and it will destroy my firm belief Faith makes my life worse than death."

"I don't know how to comfort you, but I am your follower. I will do what you say, and I will go wherever you go." The follower said.

In this way, the two rolled down the arid loess slope to save effort. After leaving the small town, they lost food and water, and soon had to find a way to make a living.

Stumbling, the two came to another small village.

This small village looks even more dilapidated.

A grandpa and grandson rescued them, poured precious muddy water into their lips, moistened their throats, broke off some bread, and fed them to the two.

"Thank you, old man." Zhou Yulong and his followers hurriedly thanked after waking up.

With this movement, he found that his shoulders had a lot of peeling.

Beside the old man was a gray-faced but bright-eyed little girl who looked about eight or nine years old. Seeing Zhou Yulong touch the peeling skin, she grinned her teeth in pain and quickly comforted her: "You are sunburned, you can't touch it, wait In a few days, I'll be fine."

After finishing speaking, he wrapped a layer of sackcloth around Zhou Yulong's head and asked:

"Even a child like me knows that when going out in the sun, you have to wear gauze, otherwise you will get sunburned. Adults like you don't understand."

The old man saw that Zhou Yulong was neither like a merchant nor like a local villager, so he had some doubts about their identities, but his instinctive kindness prevented him from interrogating him, and he just said:
"Although I don't know where you came from, you will be blessed when you arrive in our county."

"Why?" Zhou Yulong asked.

The disgraced little girl raised her head and said proudly, "Because it will rain soon in our county."

"How do you know?!" Zhou Yulong said in surprise.

Is this little girl a fairy?
The little girl proudly said: "Everyone in the village knows that a little fairy has descended to our county and asked the people to build a nine-foot-nine high platform, and then he can ask for rainwater on the high platform. It wasn't built well, but now it's finally set up, that is to say, the little fairy can finally successfully pray for rain, as long as it rains, everything will be fine."

"When it rains, everything will be fine." The little girl repeated this sentence.

In this arid world, rain is the solution to all problems. It seems that as long as there is rain, hunger, poverty, and disease will all disappear.

But Zhou Yulong remained silent on the spot.

It turned out that the rain in their mouths meant that they believed that they could ask for rainwater for the land and the people.

"You haven't seen that person before, so you trust him?" Zhou Yulong couldn't bear to ask.

"We haven't seen him, but others have seen him. It is said that this little fairy can breathe out clouds..." the little girl said excitedly.

Zhou Yulong was even more silent in his heart.

After a while, my heart felt a little hot.

Look at the follower again.

The attendant also seemed to understand something, and nodded to him, meaning, let's go back and try.

"Thank you, old man and girl, for your care. We still have things to do, so we will leave first."

After that, he left the old man's yard.

Walking on the road in the village.

Zhou Yulong smiled and said, "Since so many people still believe in me..."

The words are not over yet.

A stone was thrown from afar.

Ah!
Zhou Yulong snorted in pain, the corner of his eye was smashed, bleeding profusely, his vision was soon filled with blood red, and at the end of his blurred vision, a group of villagers rushed towards them with shovels, rolling pins, etc.:

"Look, that's the liar!"

"He has escaped to our village!"

"He won't ask for rain at all!"

"There is no such thing as asking for rain in this world!"

"Catch him!"

Hear these yelling, even hateful voices.

Zhou Yulong's complexion changed drastically.

It was only then that he realized that even though there might be believers who had no reason to believe in him like little girls and old people, because of his escape, now there are more people who hate and doubt themselves.

The two panicked and ran away.

But it didn't take long before he was caught.

Fists, legs, and farm tools all greeted them.

Zhou Yulong vomited blood from the villagers' beating, and his eyes were swollen.

"Run!"

When he was about to be beaten to death, he heard the roar of his servant. It turned out that the servant dragged several people's legs in one breath, opening a gap for him to break free.

Zhou Yulong ran out instinctively, running like hell.

He ran out of the village in one breath and didn't give up. In the end, he almost just ran instinctively, and then he fainted from exhaustion.

Wait until he wakes up again.

It's been two days.

He was beaten to death by angry villagers. After waking up, he looked at the dry and cracked land around him, the dead trees around him, and the bruises and scabs all over his body.

Grinning without saying a word, he got up.

Then he chose a direction in a daze and started walking aimlessly.

A day later, he finally saw human smoke again.

At this time, he was already close to the limit of his physical strength, and he could only vaguely hear the discussions of the people around him:

"That liar who claims to be able to pray for rain don't let me hit him, or I will kill him."

"He shouldn't have lied to us about the rain!"

"This is the worst! He said he could pray for rain, but now he runs away. He gave us hope, but made people despair. He is the cruelest person in the world."

"Let me touch him, I want to drink his blood!"

Hearing these voices, Zhou Yulong, who had completely turned into a beggar, was also confused as he walked through the crowd.

That's because the encouragement received by the grandparents who believed in him, at this time, is gone again.

Even, there was a little more numbness.

Since so many people hated him so much, even if he could ask for rain, why would he ask for rain for these people?
Ha ha?

Can he really ask for rain?

Zhou Yulong fell into this kind of consciousness trap again, unable to extricate himself from self-doubt, and then he chose to be bad, no longer caring about his business, not thinking about it.

God loves to rain, he is going to die, whether he begs for rain or not, whether he has the ability to beg for rain is not important.

He fell headfirst.

He hadn't eaten or drank water for three days, and was seriously injured again. He really couldn't hold on any longer.

But when he was lying dead on the street waiting to die.

His mouth was fed with muddy water again, Zhou Yulong opened his eyes vaguely, he overlapped the figures of the little boy and the little girl in front of him, but they were not the same person, but they were both kind children.

Moisturized by a little muddy water, Zhou Yulong got up. The little boy watched him get up, broke some dry biscuits for him, and then ran towards the back of a woman.

The woman turned her head and glanced at him, without saying a word, she took her child home.

Zhou Yulong ate the half of the biscuit.

He came alive again.

He sighed in his heart, people are so complicated, some people believe in him and think he is the savior, some call him a liar and want to drink his blood, and there are still people who have never met him but can save him.

But at this time.

The street was noisy again.

"News from Fucheng, that liar's servant has been caught, and is now being taken to Fucheng. The county guard has an order that if the liar doesn't come to Jiuzhangjiu Gaotai to pray for rain within three days, his little follower will be beheaded! "

Zhou Yulong's body shook.

……

Fucheng.

The nine-foot-nine-high platform is like a tower built by mortals. There has never been such a tall building.

Under the building, there is a huge cauldron, which boils, and the heat waves spread out like ripples. Not far from the big cauldron, there are the county guard and a group of officers and soldiers in the shade.

"Burn him, burn him!"

"Burn that liar's servant!"

On the outskirts of Dading, there are countless people in the county.

Pointing at the little follower who was tied to the post, he cursed:

"Burn him!"

There were also a group of people crying and shouting: "You can't kill him, you can't burn him to death, he is a fairy boy, this is going to provoke the wrath of the sky!"

"You can't treat gods like this!"

The Lord Magistrate was sitting under the gazebo, drinking herbal tea, and someone was fanning the wind beside him, he exhaled and said, "The time is almost up, is that person dead already, if that's the case, then push this little follower down... ..."

Not finished yet.

There was a commotion among the crowd.

"fraud!"

"It's the liar! Here he comes!"

The governor looked at the person in the middle of the road. At this time, most of the people and neighbors picked up rocks and mud and threw them at that person.

Zhou Yulong endured the throwing of mud, and walked in front of the sheriff.

The sheriff looked at him.

"You have been in this county for half a year, and you said that as long as there is a nine-foot-nine high platform, you can ask for rainwater. Now that the high platform is ready, why did you run away before?" the county guard asked.

"I'm back." Zhou Yulong said.

The sheriff smiled: "That's right, then you can start praying for rain, but as I said before, if you can really ask for rainwater, you are the savior who saved the people of the world, if you can't... see that boiled water If there is no big cauldron, there will be your destination, just like the fate of more than 100 rain-seekers before."

Zhou Yulong looked at the boiling cauldron, and his heart beat a beat slower, but he glanced at the servant tied to the pillar, and said, "I know, please let me go to the nine-zhang high platform."

"Slow!" the Sheriff said: "As I said before, I need to know how long it will take you to get the rain. You can't stay on the stage for three days and three nights. This official and the people will accompany you for three days and three nights." .”

Zhou Yulong looked at the sky and the high platform, and murmured: "This..."

Seeing Zhou Yulong's hesitation.

The magistrate smiled slightly, and said: "It seems that you don't seem to have many people. In this case, I will give you a stick of incense time. Come and see this mage on the stage."

Without waiting for Zhou Yulong to speak at all, someone took him and sent him to the high platform from the repaired plank stairs.

A nine-foot-nine high platform.

Beside Zhou Yulong, stood a man with a knife in his chest.

At this moment, it was like the beheading stage of Qiu Zhan's execution ground.

"Let's begin!" the sheriff finished speaking.

Let people light a furnace of incense.

When Zhou Yulong sat on the high platform.

hum!
His mind suddenly became incomparably excited. This is the nine-foot-nine high platform he dreamed of. As long as he sits on this high platform, he can communicate with God.

Then, if you want the wind, you need the wind, and if you want the rain, you need the rain.

Just by asking for rain, he can save the dry world.

Rescue those who are kind and those who have ill will towards him.

Also save his followers.

At the same time, I don't have to be pushed into the boiling cauldron.

then.

He began to imagine that he was communicating with God.

On the nine feet nine high platform.

Tens of thousands of people in the county are watching there under the scorching summer at this time.

Everyone was sweating profusely.

But everyone was quiet, all waiting for the result.

The same goes for the Sheriff.

clack.

Just like that, the last piece of ash from a stick of incense fell down.

"A stick of incense has arrived."

This loud shout directly awakened Zhou Yulong.

He subconsciously yelled:
"No!"

But the sheriff waved his hands disappointedly and said, "Push them all down!"

puff!
Zhou Yulong's follower was directly pushed from the stake into the boiling cauldron.

And Zhou Yulong on the stage also saw the officers and soldiers with swords guarding him walking towards him.

Zhou Yulong closed his eyes, waiting to die.

A touch of coolness.

A coolness suddenly appeared on the skin.

He bent his head and looked down.

It was his own mouth that was still oozing blood, and a drop of blood dripped on his feet.

Then, one drop, one drop, and another drop fell...

But not blood.

Instead, drop by drop, dripping to the ground.

It's rain!

It's rain!
boom!
The people in the entire county raised their heads in disbelief, feeling the drops of water on their faces.

"It's raining!!!"

The sheriff also hurried out of the shady roof and went outside.

The rain hits the face!

call!
wind!The wind!

Immediately afterwards, the ink cloud flooded towards the whole earth.

The pouring rain fell towards the ground.

The world, which has been dry for nearly a year, is raining!

in heavy rain.

All the people were cheering and howling.

Then, they looked at Zhou Yulong who was trembling on the high platform, and all worshiped him.

no doubt.

The rain and the person on the high platform suddenly became extremely brilliant and sacred.

Bathed in the rain, Zhou Yulong looked at the cauldron whose servant was burned to death, and murmured, "I remember your name is... Lu Ya?"

He fell into even greater confusion:
"I, why do I only remember your name now, and some other things, why can't I remember..."

suddenly.

A dreamy air hits:
"You don't need to think, what you need is to forget and let go. The more you forget and let go, the closer you can be to your true colors. You have already remembered my name, which proves that it only takes one lifetime. You and I wake up from a dream. The day is not far."

(End of this chapter)