Chapter 853 The Use of the Prayer Machine

Weather forecast port.

"It's going to rain in Helfas City?"

"is that true?"

"You're not kidding!"

When this suggestion was made, a burst of laughter broke out in an instant.

The middle-aged birdman walked up to the old rainy season prayer master, looking like he wanted to laugh but wanted to hold back, but couldn't hold back at all.

"What a fantastic idea," he said.

Language is really an art. When the same sentence is said on different occasions, sometimes it is a compliment, sometimes it can turn into ridicule, and at this moment it is obviously the latter.

Faced with some embarrassing situations, he remained as calm as water.

He stood quietly among the crowd, as if he was not the one who was laughing.

He has experienced too many things. At this age, things like ridicule, honor, and shame seem to have gradually become blurred in memories, making people feel lazy and unable to lift their spirits.

But at the same time, he also became more stubborn about certain things.

Facing him who stood motionless, the original laughter gradually subsided. You can laugh at a whimsical young man, but when this person is a stubborn and determined old rainy season prayer master all his life, your ridicule Like waves crashing on a rock.

You will feel its hardness and the immovable firmness of the other person.

Everyone looked at the old man in surprise. They finally understood that the other party really wanted to do this.

Middle-aged birdman: "Helfas City has a complete extraordinary water circulation system, and there is no need to rain there at all."

Old man: "You're not from there, how do you know it doesn't need rain there?"

Middle-aged Birdman: "Is it even necessary to think about it?"

Old man: "If you can know everyone's heart just by thinking, then why do gods make prayer machines?"

The middle-aged birdman was speechless. Even the gods needed to listen to his prayers. He could not say that his power surpassed the gods.

He could only pretend to turn around and shake his head: "You are right, but the gods will not listen to your unreasonable demands and boring reasons."

The old man suddenly caught up and asked, "What if the gods really decreed that it needs rain in Helfas City?"

The middle-aged birdman turned around and said, "Then I'll send you there. No one will compete with you."

The crowd dispersed and everyone went about their business.

He was left standing there alone.

——

He didn't know how many times he came to the Tiandai Tower to have rain, either far or near.

Every time, he would stop and look at the iron tower from a distance, sometimes standing in the rain curtain, sometimes watching the white clouds rubbing against the body of the tower on a sunny day, and sometimes looking at the shadow of the tower on a starry night.

From young to old.

It is said.

The tower was built seven or eight hundred years ago and has only been put into use now.

Calculated in this way, it is almost the same as his family history.

Generations of his family must have come here to see this iron tower like him, but I don't know how many generations have passed and it still hasn't been opened or built, and the legendary city of God's Domain has never arrived.

And when everyone thought that this generation, like their ancestors, would never be able to see it completed, it was suddenly announced that it was completed, and that incredible city really came to the world of Birdman.

He didn't really believe in fate, but he still felt that there seemed to be something there that was attracting him crazily.

The town under the iron tower.

The end of the snail road.

This was the first time he came to the bottom of this iron tower. The originally deserted town suddenly became extremely lively and busy, with a steady stream of snail cars and caravans coming in. Soon it seemed that it had turned into a city. It's predictable.

However, there is a period of time every year where no one other than Sky Path professionals can stay in this area. This may be an obstacle to building a city, but it is not too big and can always be solved.

The market sells all kinds of strange things, products from the "other world" in the eyes of the birdman.

"The self-ringing bell from the Heavenly City, a bell that rings on its own time, is made by master craftsmen. It is an absolute family heirloom and a symbol of noble status."

"A pen is a must-have for scholars. It is a gift of wisdom brought to this world by the gods. When you hold this pen in your hand, a steady stream of wisdom will flow from your mind."

"Orichalcum Talisman. Wearing the Orichalcum Talisman will protect you from strange attacks. It has the protection of the Bronze Dragon King."

"..."

There was a huge crowd of people bidding and rushing to buy, and vendors used various means to show off their products.

The old man also gathered around the tall self-ringing clock. The clock was really a beautiful piece of art. He couldn't help but want to touch it. However, he was faced with the eager eyes of the fat merchant from the "different world", so he shrank back. Returned.

He asked, "Why does it ring on its own?"

The fat dragon trader looked at this ordinary and somewhat downtrodden old man and was too lazy to say anything more: "This is the master's secret."

The monks in the temple are in charge of the entrance and exit of the Ladder Tower.

And these monks are said to be under the management of a priest from the Court of Gaotian, but the priest has only recently joined the Court of Gaotian, and he was also a monk from a local temple in this world.

After waiting in the temple for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw the priest.

The other party was wearing a holy and solemn robe and a tall crown. He shook his head after hearing what he said.

"The messenger can indeed go up. There are special monks in the Liuying Temple who will come down to guide the messenger, but people cannot be taken up for such things. That is the temple of the messenger, not mortals."

"Neither can the rainy season prayer master. You are making rain on the ground, why are you running to the sky? There is no reason."

"Without the permission of the high heavens or the will conveyed from the kingdom of the gods, I can't let you go up casually."

In theory, as long as there are a certain number of people in the city of Helfas praying and hoping for rain, then the civilization machine may respond.

As long as he finds a way to contact the people in the city of Helfas, he can get permission by mobilizing the people in the city to pray for rain.

But if he can't even enter the city, it will be meaningless.

But he also has a way. There are often people traveling between the sky and the ground in the town. Some dragon professionals will come down from the sky, and there will also be sky path professionals flying up.

In addition, there are also some merchants, craftsmen and demon hunters, and the latter is actually the name of the same existence in two different worlds.

In the market.

He stayed here to tell those who were free about his travels. He has been a rainy season prayer master for a lifetime, and his experience is a huge storybook.

Every story is related to rain. After the story is finished, he will not charge any fees, but will solemnly ask those who go to Helfas City to pray for rain in the temple if they like rain or have expectations.

The fat dragon vendor who sold self-ringing clocks asked him: "What is a rainy season prayer master?"

He said: "Bring rain to the ground."

The fat dragon vendor: "What's the use of rain?"

He: "Haven't you seen rain?"

The other party has basically lived in Helfas City all his life. This is the first time he has come down, and he has indeed rarely seen rain.

However, he doesn't want to be looked down upon by a "ground man".

He made a disgusted expression: "Of course I know, it must be terrible to be damp, dark and cold."

Old man: "If you have been to Wacheng, sitting in the house looking out the window, listening to the sound of rain falling on tiles and bricks, you will no longer have such thoughts."

He said: "Rain is the sound of nature, the most beautiful melody."

Many people who travel between heaven and earth came to listen to his story.

Most people only know the profession of rainy season prayer master, but they know nothing about how they work, their life and experience.

After all, they are like a group of migratory birds that migrate with the rainy season and climate, flying in the sky and blending into the rain. They are closely related to the lives of ordinary people but separated by an intangible boundary.

His story was told calmly, like a gentle rain, touching and immersing in people's hearts.

But what he expected was not as he wished.

For his request, almost everyone expressed embarrassment.

Someone frowned: "Praying to God is something that needs to be done carefully. I don't expect rain to that extent."

Someone admired him: "I admire your story and I am also moved by your spirit of bringing rain to people all your life, but going to Helfas City to make it rain is a bit too exaggerated."

Someone suggested him: "Maybe you should change something else. This is too unrealistic. It has never rained in Helfas City."

——

The face on the raincoat opened his mouth.

An illusory letter floated out and appeared in front of him.

The letter read: "Because you have not accepted and carried out tasks for a long time, your status as a rainy season prayer master will be cancelled after the expiration date."

After reading it, it turned into light and dissipated.

The cancellation of the status of a rainy season prayer master is not a matter of life and death. It will reduce some resources and subsidies, and lose a relatively powerful and special status. Now he doesn't care too much about these.

But there is another problem for him. If the qualification of the rainy season prayer master is cancelled, then he will not be qualified to make rain next time.

You can not be a rainy season prayer master in the weather forecast port, but if you are not a rainy season prayer master and you randomly rain everywhere or even cause disasters, then someone will find you immediately.

The raincoat seal messenger yawned and told him.

"My time is almost up."

It seemed to remind him that he might as well end it together.

He nodded and said silently.

"Yeah."

There was no promise or refusal, and his thoughts could not be seen from his face.

So there was no more words. The old-time rainy season prayer master and his companion messenger had traveled and worked together for a lifetime, and they had already had a silent understanding. I understand what you mean, and you don't need to say anything more.

At this time.

A blue bird flew across the sky and made a long cry.

"Chirp!"

The beautiful bird circled in the sky, spreading its wings wantonly.

He stood up and looked up.

The bird circled around, and his body also unconsciously followed it around, and he almost tripped over the stool and fell to the ground. He immediately supported himself against the wall, but his head was still looking up at the sky.

The bird's cry was like a prelude to rain, or maybe he was the outpost of the rain army, and the rain clouds followed him and landed on this iron tower town.

Raindrops fell from the sky, falling on the roof and among the stone slabs.

It removed the dryness and heat from the land, and also cleaned the dust that filled the air, and even people's hearts became calm.

"Ding ding dong dong!"

“Top top, top top…”

The crisp sound of raindrops kept coming, some hitting the tiles, some hitting the stone walls, and some hitting the iron tower.

Suddenly, he saw the fat dragon trader running in the rain.

The fat dragon trader seemed to be very excited. It was indeed the first time for him to encounter such a scene, but he didn't know why an extremely excited emotion welled up from deep in his heart.

He was beaten wet, but he didn't care at all. He made strange screams while running, and Pang Shuo's body was shaking in the rain, which felt a little funny.

The other party was tired from running, panting, and sat under the eaves with him watching the rain.

The other party also got acquainted with him: "The rain is really magical, as if someone is playing the piano of black steel, as if the will is controlled by a magical force."

Old Rainy Season Prayer: "What is the Black Piano?"

Fat Dragon Trader: "An instrument used by third-level dragons. It is said that they can use it to play the most beautiful sounds in the world."

He asked: "Have you heard of it?"

Fat Dragon Trader: "Can that be heard casually?"

He said: "Rain's music can often be heard on the ground."

The two of them listened to the melody "like a black piano" until it ended.

The dragon trader asked, still not satisfied.

“Would you like it to rain again?”

Him: "What?"

Dragonite vendor: "I will use a sealed object to imprint the projection and sound of the rain, and then take the rain scene to the sky. No matter what you say, it can't be better than showing it to the people there. until the rain is real, then they may pray and expect it.”

"Thank you," said the old Monsoon prayer man.

The dragon trader added: "Besides, I will definitely make a lot of money from this."

The other party showed the cunning and greed of the businessman, but he didn't take it seriously and nodded.

He said again: "Thank you."

The dragon trader went to make preparations: "You must call me when it rains."

——

He took on a rainy task.

He climbed up a peak with difficulty, panting and waiting for the wind to rise, and after calculating the time, he merged into the migrating water vapor and rain clouds.

Finally, he brought the rain cloud to the distant destination.

Muzhou town.

Here he is again.

The fat merchant had already prepared his people here. They brought some kind of strange sealed object that looked like a trumpet and pointed it at the sky.

Seeing the rain clouds drifting from a distance and gradually approaching the ground, the fat dragon trader couldn't help but become excited.

Muzhou Town is a very old town in the Kingdom of Clouds. It has many ancient buildings, mixed with many new-style buildings, and is full of a sense of time.

When it rains in such a place, the raindrops seem to be tainted with the leisurely feeling of time.

The fat dragon trader saw the rain again. This time he was no longer excited and crazy, but listened to and appreciated it more directly.

At this time, bursts of cheers came from the nearby room.

"After working for many days, it finally rained."

"Very good."

From high up, he could see the farmers kneeling on the ground praying.

"thank God."

“Thank you for giving us rain.”

He suddenly understood that rain is the most beautiful melody and has another meaning. To him, it may just be beautiful music, but to most people here, it is the melody of life.

The rain brings life, allowing them to live here and thrive for generations.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that life longs for rain from its blood and longs to hear the sound of rain.

Even though he and his ancestors have been so-called "heavenly beings" for many generations and have not seen rain for hundreds of years. Even though they are not short of water, his heart is like a dry field longing for the rain.

The expectation for rain continues in human blood.

The rain gradually stopped.

The old rainy season prayer master gradually walked out of the rain curtain and knelt down directly next to the fat dragon trader.

He was exhausted to the extreme and was panting constantly. His hands on the ground were shaking. It seemed that the rain had exhausted him.

The fat dragon trader helped him up: "How many years have you been a rainy season prayer master?"

He trembled and said, "Sixty-four years."

Fat Dragon Trader: "It's not easy to be wandering day after day!"

He waved and shook his head: "No."

Even though he was exhausted, he still had a calmness about him like a gentle drizzle.

The fat dragon trader looked into his eyes and understood that what he said was true. He never found it difficult. He had already become one with Yu.

perhaps.

He is also a musician, and the rain is his performance and his instrument.

He dedicated his life to the rain, separated from the crowd, and kept traveling to play the melody of life to every place that needed rain.

And at the last moment of his life, he wanted to perform a great curtain call performance.

One last rain.

The fat dragon trader asked: "If you want to go to Helfas City to make it rain, should you want everyone not to forget you?"

He said: "I don't know."

Fat Dragon Trader: "Don't know?"

He answered the question irrelevantly: "Do you know how I felt when I was in the sky?"

The dragon-man fat vendor: "What feeling?"

He: "I am also a rain cloud, but I have never really turned into rain and fell down. I watch the rain fall one by one, and I always wonder where I will fall."

"No one will remember the rain, it just falls where it wants to fall."

The dragon-man fat vendor: "There has been a rain cloud in the sky for sixty-four years."

He looked at the sky: "No, it's eight hundred years."

The dragon-man fat vendor also looked up and stared, and said in confusion: "Eight hundred years?"

He looked calmly: "So, it doesn't matter, just fall down to your heart's content, and fall where you want to fall."

The dragon-man fat vendor returned to the city of Helfas.

He promoted his new "product", and the slogan was not what he thought of, but the words of the old rainy season prayer master.

"Rain is the sound of nature and the most beautiful melody."

A good product must be accompanied by a good story. The vendor did not hesitate to add the experience of the old rainy season prayer master, but did not mention the other party's name, which made it more mysterious and aroused everyone's curiosity.

"This is a masterpiece of a mysterious prayer master from the birdman world who has dedicated his life to rain, and a performance of a great rain musician."

The people in this city seem to be more easily moved than people in other cities. Many people are interested in this and want to come and see it.

He chose a street that is not very busy and let the projection of the rain fall from the sky.

People walked on the street.

Look up and exclaim, or stretch out your hand to catch the rain, or stop and listen to the melody of the rain.

It's just raining, but for some reason, people have all kinds of emotions.

Happy, excited, sad, moved and lonely, they seem to be able to hear their own hearts from the melody of the rain. At this moment, they seem to have returned from the sky to the earth, with that kind of down-to-earth sense of security.

The so-called "ground people" probably never thought that the projection of rain could be sold as a commodity, and it was snapped up.

The projection of rain alone was not enough. Many people suddenly began to yearn to see real rain and wanted to listen to it.

The sound and melody of nature.

They lived in the sky, but after all, like people on the ground, they could not live without the earth and nature.

——

The Kingdom of Gods.

The majestic soul shadow of Helfas sat in front of the civilization machine, pressing the crystal key to adjust the civilization machine, writing the order of life and death of the crystal skull and the messenger of the Temple of Shadow.

The messengers will die, but new life will be born from them, and some of their things will be inherited by other beings and passed down.

At this time, the messenger of the Sealed Book on the side seemed to have received something.

He spoke.

"There are so many people praying for rain in Helfas City. What's going on?"

"Helfas City doesn't need rain. It has the most advanced water circulation system. Rain is just superfluous."

"And these mortals think that the prayer machine is a wishing machine. The wishes they make will definitely come true. They dare to put anything in it."

But the figure on the side moved.

Helfas's fingers brushed across the crystal key, and a ray of light left his fingertips, passed through the rotating metal axis, and quickly flowed to the highest point.

Finally, it rushed into the reflection of the world at that height.

"Do you agree?"

The Envoy of the Sealed Book didn't understand, and he looked at his master.

"Why?"

"Master!"

"Helfas City is not short of water, and there is no need to replenish it with rain."

Helfas said: "Helfas City already has clouds, why can't it rain? The Weather Court is composed of two professions: clouds and rain."

The Envoy of the Sealed Book understood, but he felt that it seemed to be more than just that.