986 Spring Breeze Turns into Rain and the Compassionate Ark Liberates All (2/2)
Their worries, fears, griefs, and despairs were all purified by the breeze. The blind felt that their world was brightening up gradually, and the deaf heard some indistinct sounds. The sounds were the chanting of the numerous followers. Under the guidance of the Hierarch of the Divine Halls of West-Hill, over a hundred thousand divine priests, deacons, and pious followers were chanting.
It was a very beautifully written and rhyming canon of Taoism. It arouse holiness and detachment. It was the ending verse of the West-Hill literary canon, the ”Stanza of Liberation and Ascension” from the Supreme Celestial Verse of Splendid Jade Cave.
The spring breeze prevailed while the chanting reached out to every corner in the human world. Throughout tens of thousands of Taoist temples across the kingdom, millions of priests started chanting this literary canon which they were very familiar with.
The spring breeze lingered in the mountains and forests and kissed the clouds. It eventually turned into rain and fell continuously onto the human world. The raindrops glowed in a golden color but became crystal clear when they fell on the ground
The spring rain fell on Peach Mountain. It wetted the forests and darkened the peach blossoms. In a remote corner of the Revelation Institute, a pile of dried firewood became damp.
A skinny little priest was taking shelter from the rain. He was the lowest ranking servant in the Divine Halls. No one noticed him during the extremely important ceremony today. Seeing that the firewood was damped, the little priest became anxious and tried to move the pile inside the kitchen. He could not care about himself getting wet from the rain.
Crystal clear rain water fell on him and turned into numerous glowing golden spots. Then they penetrated through his stained robe and nurtured his body and Taoist heart.
In the small town by the border of the Song and Yan Kingdoms, the Drunkard stood by the door and watched the rain. His right hand was holding the flagon and trembled. He let the rain water fall continuously on his ageless face.
The rain also fell on the poorly maintained roof of the butcher shop. It dripped from the cracks of the roof and fell on the chopping board. It fell on the fat white pig feet, mixed with blood, and fell on the Butcher's head.
They all clearly sensed that the darkness and filthiness deep down in their souls were washed away by the rain. Their rotten bodies welcomed the new life.
The Drunkard left the teahouse and the Dutcher left his butcher shop. They went to the only street in town and stood at opposite ends. They bathed in the pattering spring rain and felt extremely touched and determined.
The spring breeze and the spring rain were everywhere in the human world, from the Divine Halls of West-Hill to the shore of the East Sea. It even rained the in the heart of the remotest Wilderness in the north.
The rain fell on the yurts of the Golden Tribe. The pattering sounds sounded like someone was beating randomly on a broken war drum. The Wilderness was quiet and the falling of rain sounded distinctly.
Chanyu had a serious face and led his wife, sons, and dozens of generals of the imperial court to kneel in the rain. They prayed constantly and hope that the Tengri would bestow them with courage.
The national master together with over a dozen of major priests kneeled on top of the meadow. They reached out to welcome the rain and blessing from Heaven. The national master's aging face was washed by the rain and instantly became younger. The major priests were also enveloped by golden glory.
The national master closed his eyes and kneeled in the rain quietly to sense the vitality and most profound Divine Power conveyed by the rain. He felt tranquility and reverence.
It was also raining in Xuankong Temple. Jun Mo slightly frowned when the rain fell onto his iron sword. The iron sword became darker and sharper in the rain and put on a layer of glory. His clothes were wet, and he became sharper too. Jung Mo knew what this was. A few years ago he told her in person that he would never accept any gifts from Haotian. But when she was determined, he would not be able to resist it.
In the wilderness outside the pit, the big black horse pulled the heavy carriage through the chaotic Euphrates poplars. The spring rain fell on its body and took away all his fatigue and loneliness.
It squinted at the spring rain and felt reluctant to say goodbye.
Similar things happened everywhere throughout the human world.
Some cultivator cried with joy in the rain. He had cultivated exhaustingly for dozens of years but could not enter the Seethrough State until today. Some secluded Taoist cultivator even reached the Knowing Destiny overnight.
The very-sick were recovering. They dying were freed from pain and returned peacefully to the Divine Kingdom. Whoever believed in Haotian was blessed because the spring rain was her gift to the human world.
After this spring breeze and rain, the little priest in the Revelation Institute would no longer be a servant. He would become a genius in cultivation, and a highly respected and powerful figure in the future. The Drunkard and the Butcher would no longer linger in their meaningless lives. They would enjoy lively days in the human world then return to the Divine Kingdom. The national master of the Golden Tribe and many other strong cultivators had been illuminated and bestowed with stronger power in the rain.
The Buddha only liberated those who believed in him, and of course Haotian's gift was not meant for everyone. The monks of Xuankong Temple were caught miserably in the rain. In front the stone cottage on the plateau of the West-Hill, the Abbey Dean was still a wastrel kneeling in the rain. He had become even paler in the chilling rain.
Everyone in Taoism was blessed as long as he was a pious follower of Haotian. The Abbey Dean was the leader of Taoism but was exempted from this blessing. He knew that it was not because his belief in Haotian was not firm and pious enough, but because that Haotian was still punishing him for his irreverence previously.
Watching the spring rain falling onto the human world, the Abbey Dean put on a bitter smile, but he still looked very determined. As long as the human world remains peaceful as it is now, why would I care about being abandoned by Haotian?
As for Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang in Linkang City, the millions of new followers in front of the imperial palace in the South Jin Kingdom, Ye Su in the shabby Taoist temple of the Song Kingdom and the dozens of people from the neighborhood who were listening to his teaching, what were they thinking about?
The spring rain also fell onto the City of Chang'an. The fresh and clear rain water carried extremely dense vitality. It was Haotian's blessing and compassion for the human world. Therefore, the God-Stunning Array was not activated.
Xiaocao slept for a whole day inside the House of Red Sleeves. Even the imperial physician that Mistress Jian brought there could not tell what was wrong with Xiaocao. When the spring rain fell, she woke up. She walked to the window and stood there to watch the rain drip down from the eaves. She said thanked Sangsang in her heart.
Zeng Jing and his wife woke up to the pattering sounds of the spring rain. They walked to the pavilion in the garden hand in hand and watched the rain fall. They felt that something had happened and were sad, but they could not figure out why.
Spring rain fell onto the human world. Haotian bestowed blessings to hundreds of millions of followers and made their belief even firmer, and maybe even fanatical. Numerous bouts of invisible energy came out of halls and cottages, out of the souls of all living beings, and darted up to the sky in the rain. Every living being repaid Haotian in this way.
Hundreds of millions of bouts of the purest Divine Energy arrived at the south of Chang'an and integrated harmoniously. It disturbed the rain and brightened up the dark clouds.
On top of the city wall, Ning Que stood by Sangsang. He sensed a mysterious fragrance at first. Then the fragrance enveloped the entire human world. Then, a beautiful and aery melody followed.
In the mysterious fragrance and the aery melody, numerous golden petals floated down and numerous bouts of energy penetrated from above the clouds. A huge vessel appeared. It was a golden Ark.
Numerous followers used their wills to form the Ark and were ready to escort Haotian to the Divine Kingdom.