Weather forecast port.

"It's raining 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.

He said: "What a wonderful idea."

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 when faced with 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 gradually become blurred in 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 roar of 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 other person's unshakable firmness.

Everyone looked at the old man in surprise, and 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 are 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 is speechless. Even the gods need to listen to his prayers. He can't say that his power surpasses 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 issued a decree that it needs rain in Helfas City?"

The middle-aged birdman turned around and said, "Then I will 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, whether it was 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.

That 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 see it completed, it was suddenly announced that it was completed, and that incredible city really came to the world of the 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 trains 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 must-have pen for scholars is the 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 and you will have the protection of the Bronze Dragon King."

"..."

There was a huge crowd of people bidding and rushing to buy, and vendors used various methods 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 his hand.

He asked: "Why does it ring by itself?"

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 this 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 party 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 Photography 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 can't just let you go up there."

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, god-shepherds, 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, and he was a lifelong prayer man during the rainy season. His experience was like 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 Dragon Trader: "What's the use of rain?"

Him: "Have you never seen it rain?"

The other party has lived in the city of Helfas basically all his life. This is the first time he has come 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 that 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 such thoughts."

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 people's hearts.

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 admired you very much: "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 has never rained in Helfas City."

——

The face in the raincoat has its mouth open.

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