Of course, all these messy things are blocked by invisible barriers.

The people who had seen Luo Mingguang miracles in the suburbs of Beijing could no longer persuade the excited people. Prefect Su raised his arms and shouted, calling the yamen: "If you rebel, if you rebel, you will stop talking, what are you going to do! Do you want to rebel? You will arrest me!"

Ouyang Hua shook his head. Lord Su looked like a human being, just a pustule. Can you say this at this time? Shouldn’t you first calm the anger of the people, comfort and persuasion, and give confidence to the people. As long as you hold on for a while, wait for the girl to ask for rain, will you block the people’s mouths?

Seeing that the riots began soon, the Ouyang brothers shook each other and walked up the steps. No matter what he did, it was the main thing to protect the girl first.

"The government does not give the people a way to live. Everyone can go to work together. If you can't live alone, it's better to die together..."

Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, and the young and passionate immediately rolled up his arms and confronted the public. The women and the hopeless elderly and children cried one after another, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

This is how ordinary people are. They can endure all kinds of difficulties when they have food and live. If they really get to the end of their lives, they will have to fight against them.

Xu Lin looked around and suddenly realized that it was really rash to give the order to arrest people just now, but the sound of shouting and trying to explain was immediately overwhelmed by the roar of the boiling crowd. It was too late to explain now, so he hurriedly greeted his subordinates with gestures, drove a way out among the crowd and squeezed into the stone steps of the altar, guarding the entrance, so as not to lose the rational people go up and disturb the National Master.

The National Master is the top priority. It doesn’t matter how many people are killed or injured, but the National Master cannot lose a single hair no matter what.

At this time, the prefect Su also realized that he had been Meng Lang and roared quickly: "Don't hurt others, don't hurt others, don't hurt the people!"

Once people are hurt, the conflict will further intensify.

But it was too late to make up for it. Seeing a young man punching a man in the face, the man was used to showing off his power, so he could not bear the anger and immediately punched him.

Those who helped the man rushed forward, worried that the man would suffer losses also squeezed over. You punched me and kicked me, and there was no structure at all. Fortunately, there were too many people crowded together and the man could not pull out his sword, otherwise it would immediately lead to a tragedy.

The prefect Su and the officials of the government office were protected by the guards and squeezed out of the melee circle. They were all in disheveled official uniforms and were in a mess.

"Fuck you, kill you mud legs!"

"I'll give you eighteen generations of ancestors!"

The screams, the crying of children and women, the sounds of chasing people, and the sounds of raiding people were chaotic under the altar.

Someone said "huh" in the chaos, like a drop of water pouring into the sea, with no slight turbulence.

The man then raised his voice and shouted: "Look, what is that!"

This time, some people nearby heard it. Looking along his sight, they were stunned. Even if the opponent punched his shoulder, they forgot to fight back.

The beating of the person who was beaten was also followed by his eyes.

A small range of sudden silence affected the people around him, and gradually wanted to spread the outside world. The sound gradually weakened, and he couldn't help but stop shouting and beating without knowing it. The women stopped crying for no reason, and the children forgot to make trouble.

In the strange silence that suddenly came, people raised their heads to look at the national master on the platform.

I saw her sitting upright in the middle of the platform, quietly writing something, little golden light overflowing from under her pen and lingering around her body. The light spot is brighter and more pure than the sunlight shining on her.

In the light spot, she was dignified and looked like a goddess.

The chaos and chaos in the world have nothing to do with her, and she is independent of the noisy crowd.

People forgot what they were doing, some of their hands were twisted in their hands by their opponents and forgot to struggle, some of them were angrily wailing and forgot to close their mouths, looking at the people on the platform in shock.

She didn't look down, as if she was devoted to it and forgot everything around her.

In the strange silence, she put the pen in her hand on the pen, and then stood up with the written thing in her hand.

The paper suddenly flew up flat, oh, not flying, but rising slowly, just like someone lifting it up in the sky with the four corners of the paper.

It slowly rose to about a hamlet, and stopped quietly like it was placed on a table.

Then the young master of the national teacher began to dance with his hands, and in the golden light it was like a spirit butterfly dancing, which was very wonderful.

My mouth opened and closed, as if I was chanting some spell. Occasionally, one or two sentences came to everyone's ears, as if it was a Feng Ling listened to the orders.

Some people with sharp eyes were shocked to find that at some point, a flame-shaped mark appeared on the forehead of the National Master. The flame was jumping between his forehead like life.

Then she raised one of her hands and waved it gently, and the paper that was staying in the air suddenly ignited without fire.

But its combustion was extremely slow. The burning paper turned into a little golden light and quickly dissipated in all directions.

The paper burned cleanly, and the golden light dissipated, and then it seemed that a cool air came and the wind blew!

"It's wind blowing!"

In the silence, someone exclaimed, and then people were amazed. Since the drought period, the cool wind like this has almost never blown.

"It's wind blowing!"

Some people cheered, and more and more people forgot that they were still tense before, and opened their arms to feel the wind with coolness and a hint of moisture.

The wind is blowing!

Can the National Master bring wind, will the rain be far away?

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, blowing people's clothes and making noises, and the moisture in the wind is getting stronger and stronger.

People raised their hands and couldn't stop cheering.

"Look!"

There was another voice in the cheers raised and exclaimed.

People stopped and looked over, and saw that the National Master on the high platform did not move a single hair, and his whole body was like a noble girl who went to a banquet at a high school. She was neat and meticulous, and was not affected by the strong wind at all.

The wind blew to the left and right of the platform, as if it was blocked by an invisible wall, and could not even blow in. Even the paper and pen and ink utensils on the table did not move at all.

"A god! A god descends to the earth! No, it is the Nine Heavens Xuannv! The court said that the National Master is the Nine Heavens Xuannv…"

People were so excited that they were incoherent that they knelt all over the ground in an instant, scrambling to bow, and shouting at the Nine Heavens Mysterious Girl.

Even the prefect Su, the officials and officials of Taiping Prefecture, the yamen were all worshipped.

Luo Mingguang on the stage was still like they had made a fuss before, and seemed to be unable to see or hear everything.

She was still making handprints and giving orders one by one, communicating with the wind, clouds, water, and sky.

After a while, the originally golden sunshine was blurred by the wind, and the light faded, blocked by clouds, and the sky became darker.
Chapter completed!