Weather forecast port.

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

"is that true?"

"You're not kidding!"

When this suggestion was made, a roar 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.

He was as calm as water in the face of some embarrassing situations.

He stood quietly among the crowd as if he was not the one being laughed at.

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

But at the same time, I also become 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 would happen 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 own 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 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 except 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 must-have pen for scholars 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 work 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.

It is said that these monks are 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 who knows how long, he finally saw the priest.

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

"It is true that envoys can go up. There are dedicated monks in the Temple of Impressions who will come down to pick up the envoys. However, people cannot be brought up for this kind of thing. That is because the envoy's temple is not for mortals."

"Not even rainy season prayers. It's raining on the ground. Why are you going up to the sky? There's no reason."

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

It stands to reason that as long as a certain number of people in Helfas city pray and hope for rain, then the civilization machine may respond.

As long as he finds a way to contact the people in Helfas City, he can mobilize the people in the city to pray for rain and obtain permission.

But there is no point if you can't even enter that city.

But he also has a way. There are often people traveling between the sky and the underground 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 priests, and the latter are actually the names of the same existence in two different worlds.

In the market.

He stayed here to tell the stories of his travels to those who had free time. He had been a praying priest in the rainy season all his life. His experience was a vast story book.

Every story is related to rain. After the story is told, he will not charge a fee, but will solemnly ask those who go to Helfas City. If you like rain or have expectations, then come to the temple. While praying, I asked for rain.

The fat dragon-man vendor who previously sold chiming bells asked him: "What is the rainy season prayer master?"

He said, "Bring rain to the earth."

Fat Dragonite Trader: "What's the use of rain?"

Him: "Have you never seen it rain?"

The other party has basically lived in Helfas City all his life. This is the first time he has come down here, and he has never seen rain.

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

He made a look of disgust: "Of course I know it must be terrible to be wet, dark and cold."

The old man: "If you had been to Wa City, sat in the house and looked out the window, listening to the sound of rain falling on the tiles and stone bricks, you would no longer have this idea."

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

Many people from heaven and earth came to hear his story.

Most people only know about the profession of monsoon prayers, but they know nothing about how they work, their lives and experiences.

After all, they are like a group of migratory birds that follow 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 there is an unclear and invisible boundary between them.

His story is told calmly, like a gentle rain, touching and immersing in the heart.

But what he expected didn't come true.

Almost everyone was embarrassed by his request.

Someone frowned: "You have to be more careful about praying to gods. I don't expect rain to that extent."

Someone was very impressed: "I admire your story very much, and I am also very touched by your spirit of bringing rain to people throughout your life, but it is too exaggerated to go to Helfas City to rain."

Someone suggested to him: "Maybe he should do something else. This is too unrealistic. It never rains in Helfas City."

—

The face in the raincoat opened its mouth.

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

The letter read: "Because you have not accepted and performed the task for a long time, your status as a rainy season prayer teacher will be revoked after the deadline."

After reading it, it disappears.

The cancellation of the identity of the Rainy Season Prayer Master is not a matter of life and death. It will lose some resources and subsidies, and it will lose a relatively certain rights and special status. Now he does not care too much about these.

But there is another problem for him. If the qualification of the rainy season prayer teacher is revoked, then he will not be qualified to pray for rain again.

You don’t have to be a rainy season prayer person in the weather forecast port, but if you are not a rainy season prayer person but randomly rains everywhere or even causes disasters, then someone will find you immediately.

The Raincoat Sealed Artifact user yawned and then told him.

"My time is almost up."

It seemed to remind him that we might as well end it together like this.

He nodded and said silently.

"Um."

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

So there are no more words. The rainy season prayer master of the old era and his companion messenger have traveled and worked together for a lifetime, and they already have 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 let out a long cry.

"Chirp!"

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

He then stood up and stared up.

The bird was circling around, and his body turned around unconsciously. As a result, he almost tripped over the stool and fell to the ground. He immediately supported the wall to stand firm, but his head was still looking at the sky.

The chirping of the bird was like the prelude to the rain, or maybe he was the outpost of the Rain Army. The rain clouds followed him and fell 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 noises 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 merchant asked, still not satisfied.

"Would you like it to rain again?"

Him: "What?"

Dragon trader: "I will use a sealed object to imprint the projection and sound of the rain, and then bring 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 becomes real, then maybe they will 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 beside 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.

It rains one last time.

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 inappropriately: "Do you know what it was like when I was in heaven?"

Fat Dragon Trader: "How does it feel?"

He said: "I am also a rain cloud, but it never really turns into rain and falls. I watch the rain falling one after another and always wonder where I will land."

"No one will remember the rain. It just falls where it wants."

Fat Dragon Trader: "There was already a rain cloud that had been floating in the sky for sixty-four years."

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

The fat dragon trader also looked up and said in confusion: "Eight hundred years?"

His eyes were calm: "So, it doesn't matter anymore, just fall down happily and land where you want to fall."

The fat dragon trader returned to Helfas City.

He launched a promotion for his new "product", and the advertising slogan was not his own, but the words of the old rainy season prayer master before.

"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 match the experience of the old rainy season prayer master, but did not mention the other person's name, which made it appear more mysterious and arouse everyone's curiosity.

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

People in this city seemed to be more easily moved than people in other cities, and many people became interested in it and wanted to come and see it.

He chose a not-so-busy street and let the projection of the rain scene fall from the sky.

People walking on the street.

Raise your head 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 it brings out all sorts of emotions.

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

As for what happened next, the so-called "people on the ground" would never have thought that the projection of rain could also be sold as a commodity, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.net was also snapped up.

Just the projection of rain is no longer enough, many people suddenly begin to long to see real rain and want to hear it.

The sounds and melodies of nature.

They live in the sky, but after all, like people on the ground, they cannot do without the earth and nature.

—

The kingdom of the gods.

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

Messengers will die, but new lives will be born from them, and some of their things will be inherited by other beings and passed on.

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

He spoke.

"There are actually many people praying for rain in Helfas City. What is going on?"

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

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

But there was movement in the figure on the side.

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

Finally, run into the reflection of the world above.

"You agreed?"

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

"Why?"

"Owner!"

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

Helfas said: "There are already clouds in Helfas City, why can't there be rain? The Weather Garden is composed of two professions: cloud and rain."

The envoy of the Sealed Book understood, but he felt that it was more than just that. (End of chapter)