Royal Road

"Jinyang is going to pray for rain again." Liang Feng put down his clerks, rubbed his forehead, and asked, "Have you seen praying for rain in Sizhou?"

"Ge Taishou prayed twice, and there are countless folks." Yi Yan hesitated, "There are also rumors that it was the lord's construction of the earth that only allowed the drought to continue. Fortunately, it was not widely spread."

After hearing this, Liang Feng shook his head helplessly. In ancient times, this was not good. All astronomical changes, floods and droughts, earthquakes, plagues, and insect plagues are all inversions of yin and yang, and manifestations of nature and man’s induction. "Shanggantianhe" can explain everything. Not to mention the severe drought, even controllable pests and diseases like locust plagues have not dared to manage them for a long time. We can only rely on the emperor to impose an edict to sin and sacrifice to the mountains and rivers.

Therefore, in the eyes of many people, all his disaster relief measures appear to be "reversed". When a severe drought occurs, the emperor’s worship and folk prayers for rain are the right things. In addition to the routine prayers for rain, the most is to review unjust prisons, reduce or exempt taxes, and stop projects that require labor and labor. It is almost unheard of, like Liang Feng, who still build roads and open canals during the drought.

The political achievements of officials in this place can be directly related to the fulfillment of praying for rain. "Pray for the rain", "Pray for the rain is abundant", "Pray for the rain sincerely" can be written into the era of resumes. Who dares to act so recklessly?

Thanks to Liang Feng's reputation spreading across the three states, there are too many refugees, except for work-for-work, they are simply unable to feed. Only barely suppressed the rumors.

"The drought will not end, there will definitely be public grievances, but we must carefully appease..." Liang Feng sighed. This matter is really difficult to handle. In fact, the best way is to bring the source of natural disasters to Sima Rui in Yangzhou. But this will also make Sima Rui pose as the little emperor, pretending to be a pure minister. As a result, he does not know when he will usurp the throne.

Without a target that can be transferred, I will inevitably bear some criticism.

"The Lord opened the canals and built weirs, dug wells to supplement farming, and the three states of Si, Si, and Ji did not run out of food, and he also fed tens of thousands of refugees. The people knew what was good or bad, and they also knew who saved them. Such rumors won't work. "Yi Yan said.

He said it sincerely. There are a few more people who can save so many lives in the case of severe droughts in several states. Don't talk about major events, just look at the last section. The lord's water has been reduced this year for unknown reasons, and even the summer ice basin melts and he is not willing to waste it. It also took the lead in simplifying banquets and using the saved food to help the victims. The governor's government can save not much, but it is only the Jinyang Gaomen who has used it this year.

These can be compared to the illusory rain prayers, there are too many.

In the blue eyes of the person in front of him, there was almost a gleam. The corner of Liang Feng’s lips overflowed with a smile, and he slid on the human cushion: “Well, now that the war is over, the murals in Huai'en Temple will be finished in a few days. It’s just time to take this opportunity to hold the Fa conference. You will also go with me. Right."

Yi extended his hand gently across Liang Feng's temples: "I should be with the lord's side."

After being away for so long, why doesn't he miss this person? It's just political affairs, he can't get involved, let alone disturb. Had it not been for the lord to recruit him into the mansion from time to time, I am afraid that he would be suffering from lovesickness. However, the lord will remember him after all, and he can rely on him. What do you want from your husband?

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The side hall of Huai'en Temple is full of curtains. The murals that have been painted must be covered first to avoid damage. Only in front of one wall, there was someone standing on a wooden frame, portraying them with lightness and softness.

Perhaps he was stunned. He stood on the shelf motionlessly, not even paying attention to the darkening outside. It was not until the last ray of sunlight disappeared that he put down the fine pen in his hand.

"It's..."

Finally, it took nearly a year. In addition to the disciples, there were twenty painters to help. That's the case, this hall also took him a whole year. Now he has finally succeeded, even his back can't help but buckle a bit.

"Master Guard!" Xun Tong hurried forward, grabbing the shaky figure. Carefully supporting the Wei Xie, stepped off the wooden frame.

The sky was already dark. In order to avoid the smoke and fire, no candle was lit in the hall, and it was natural that I couldn't see the picture in front of me. But everything seemed to be imprinted in my heart. The Health Association looked at the main picture composed of painstaking effort and sighed: "I am afraid that I will never be able to draw such a picture again in this life."

The murals are no bigger than scrolls, the pictures are open, the characters are complicated, and the time and energy spent are even more difficult to measure. At his current age, I am afraid this is the last time he has done a mural of this scale. Not to mention the reason for this painting, which is extraordinary.

Seeing her mentor in a trance, Xun Ting didn't dare to disturb, so she supported the other party and stood silently. When the hall was completely dimmed, the Health Association said, "Does Liang Gong come to Huai'en Temple tomorrow?"

"Exactly!" Xun Ming whispered, "If you want to come to this painting of your teacher, you will be praised by Gong Liang."

The Health Association shook his head: "I only hope that I can help Liang Gong to pray for the rain."

Even if it hasn't been out of Huai'en Temple for a year, the Health Association knows that there is a severe drought in the north. How many rains did he see in such a long time? Jinyang is like this, let alone other places. Since it is good at painting Buddha statues, the Health Association naturally also pays homage to Buddha. Isn't this mural entrusting his expectation?

"Gong Liang is pious, and he has the hard work of the guardian, and it will be fulfilled." Xun Ming answered firmly. He also spent a lot of effort on this painting. This is a masterpiece of a mentor, so is it not the beginning of his further refinement of skills. Therefore, he believes that this painstaking effort will not be in vain!

"Yeah." The Wei Xie nodded, then took a nostalgic look, and with the help of his disciple, he walked out of the hall slowly.

Outside the hall, there had long been a guest monk waiting, and hurried forward.

Before he could speak, the Health Association smiled exhaustedly: "Let's live up to the trust of Mr. Liang, the mural has been completed. It will open tomorrow."

"It's hard work, the benefactor, the meditation house is ready, go and rest soon." The Zhike monk did not intend to go in for inspection, but just persuaded. This attitude really makes people feel very good. The Health Association did not shirk, and went to the backyard to rest with him.

The next day, before dawn, the Health Association woke up. Under the service of the servant, he took a shower and changed clothes, changed into the costume of a visitor, and went to the main hall. At this moment, the gate of the temple was closed tightly, and there were already many prayer flags and incense cases outside, which was obviously a grand preparation. This was completely different from the first time he saw Mr. Liang Jun. It is inevitable to make people nervous.

Without waiting for long, the middle door of Huai'en Temple opened wide, and the canopy covered the sky, like floating colorful clouds, walking towards the side hall. This is a guard of honour only available to the princess. It's just power, and it makes people unable to breathe.

However, the Health Association opened its eyes wide and stared at the person walking slowly. He looks better, but between his brows, there is a touch of compassion, it seems that this drought, also with the world's affairs, was put in his heart. However, the Xuanmian used for sacrificial rituals is also awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring.

This is almost like what he painted, jumping out of the pink wall, and came to your eyes.

"Wei Jun painted for a year, and I have been alone for a long time. Can I give it a reward?" Liang Feng smiled when he walked to the Health Association who was still in a daze.

"Gong Liang, please!" The Health Association has been unable to say more, bowing to the invitation.

The closed doors of the palace were all opened, and light flooded in. The weather today is not sunny, and the clouds are thick and thick, covering the sun and making the palace appear a bit gloomy. This is the newly built hall, and the master is the Tathagata of Medicine Master. The golden Buddha statue has been seated in the center. However, everyone's eyes were still attracted by the murals covering the walls.

I saw a pharmacist Buddha standing in the middle of his field of vision. Unlike many Buddha-painted images of slapped feet, he stands on a lotus platform. Barefoot blue, black hair bun. The Buddha's hands did not hold the fruit branch or the Buddha bowl. Instead, he held a medicine vessel shaped like a pagoda in one hand, pinched the jue with the other hand, and stretched it slightly forward.

That face, white jade was flawless, and his slender eyes drooped slightly, seeming to hide the compassion in his eyes. Just looking at it, I felt peace in my heart.

However, the opposite of this tranquility is the scene around him. On the huge wall, the twelve Yasha ring was beside him. Some were angry, some held a snake to chase an eagle, and some wielded a knife with blood. All the ghosts show their teeth and claws, which is vivid and unusual. There is only one, standing still.

It's not really like Yasha. Unlike Zhuyasha, its face is as sharp as a knife, but its lips are smiling. Although its eyes have different colors, they are calm and gentle. There seemed to be faint blood on it, but its hands were clean and pressed against the clouds. And it himself, kneeling in front of the Buddha, looking up.

It's like being tamed by gods and buddhas, taking refuge in the right way, incarnation of the humble King Kong.

On the four corners of the mural, four wandering dragons meander, occupying the gaps, and setting the motions and silences for a long time.

Liang Feng is actually more accustomed to modern painting techniques. In ancient times, paintings that emphasize artistic conception and god-like shapes, especially portrait paintings, always feel like they are separated by layers of yarn. However, this picture was far beyond imagination, and even he felt shocked.

Worthy of being a painting saint.

Liang Feng sighed slightly: "Mr. Wonderful pen."

However, the Health Association did not thank it, but bowed: "This painting is still a few strokes short. Please also ask Mr. Liang to wait for me to fill it out!"

Not to mention being accompanied by his side, even Liang Feng was taken aback. This is too informal. But artists, there are always maverick capital. Liang Feng nodded, and the Health Association immediately walked to the front of the painting and boarded the wooden ladder. After receiving the ink pen that Xun Tong handed over, he ignored the characters in the middle, but clicked a little on the four corners of the dragon head.

The finishing touch!

Liang Feng was startled, and suddenly remembered this word. Is this an old rule, or does this term come from the National Health Association? He couldn't say clearly, but with only these few ink dots, all four roaming dragons came alive! Even the various Yashas, ​​Eagle Snake Miyun, and even the golden light behind Medicine Master Buddha's head flashed.

With a bang, thunderous exclamations resounded inside and outside the hall. Who has ever seen such a miracle? However, after the exclamation, the thunder continued to pass in from above the high hall.

thunder?

Liang Feng suddenly turned around and walked quickly to the outside of the hall. I saw dark clouds floating in the gloomy sky. The strong wind howled, faintly carrying the soil.

This is, it's going to rain? !

Not only Liang Feng, but also the soldiers around him and the civil and military side, all reacted. I don't know who shouted first: "Buddha Bless!"

The monks in Huai'en Temple all announced the Buddha's name together, and the servants knelt down countless, tears and tears. Yes, this is a miracle called by the Buddha. Are the four dragons also the call of the Medicine Master Buddha's enlightenment, and the enlightenment is honored to have this rain?

Amidst the deafening voice, Liang Feng turned his head and looked at the hall. A pair of blue eyes also looked over, with joy and admiration. Just like the figure kneeling in front of the Buddha.

All in my heart, settle down. Liang Feng took a deep breath of wet rain and closed his eyes.