Women Wu Zetian!

Meng Fan's heart was inexplicable and secretly removed the [Women's] prefix. No matter how legend she was, in this world, he would swear to defend Li Tang Jiangshan and keep the door inheritance.

"After the heavens, the trail can come to the rain, Pu Jimin, save the charcoal."

"You can also fly the sky, control the thunderfa, wherever you go, the demon king bows, the ghosts and gods worship, the land and mountains, the guards send it to welcome."

"You can play with you again, take pictures of the general."

"He has a good meritorious merit, and he has to be promoted to the immortal, the star official is down, and the Tianmen is self -opened."

Because of the majesty and majesty of the saints at will, Meng Fan lowered his eyes and used the most bland language to talk about subverting the cognition of the monarch and minister in the temple.

absurd……

The courtier of Confucianism frowned, and sighed secretly in his heart: Now there is already a left Taoist Ming Chongzhen, the demon is confusing, and shakes the country. I didn't expect to have another little Taoist.

"Oh, can I play it?"

Wu Zetian sat upright, signaled that the palace people swayed, showing a beautiful face.

Almost at the same time, Meng Fan looked up confidently and replied: "I don't know how to perform the poor way?"

Immediately, the mind touched.

In the curtain, the emperor Li Zhi was old, his hair was pale, although the whole body was strong, and the law was not invaded.

And his four -year -old heaven is still bright now, like a 30 -year -old woman, youth is still there, and the aggressive British atmosphere is born in the eyebrows.

To be honest, the maids who were responsible for serving, Shao Ling was sharing, and she still had to be ashamed in front of her. She couldn't recognize it.

However, Meng Fan thought about the original history. At that time, the people described this: Although the spring and autumn are high, they are good at Tu Ze.

At the age of seventy years old, he can still grow to your teeth again, not to mention this world with a fairy Buddha and a strong aura?

Wu Zetian's elbow supported a few, and his hands were against the jaw, and he laughed: "Changan is unbearable. Although there is a hidden ice in the palace, the palace still feels bored, it is better to drop a rain?"

"Can."

Meng Fan converged his mind, his hands stretched towards Dai Mei's eyebrows, and then looked at the emperor on the side, respectfully:

"How much rain does His Majesty think?"

It is a small hint.

Even in this kind of thing, Wu Zetian, who is also called the Emperor, can be the master, but he still does not forget to ask Li Zhi to ask him to tell himself how much rain should come.

Not far away, Ming Chongzhen was suspicious, almost lost to the weight, and stood up from the seat.

Maoshan's inheritance has always been recognized. The extraordinary master he has heard that it is really extraordinary, but Changan is an emperor's capital. The humanitarian trend will gather, and countless techniques will fail.

How can there be such methods!

"Xiao Dao, there is no drama in front of the monarch."

"Can you really ask for wind and rain?"

Li Zhiluo's eyes were bright and dark, and he couldn't guess what he thought.

"Poor Dare not dare to bully the king."

Meng Fan is not humble or humble. He has Lei Zu's promotion, called every day, and called Earth Spirit, you can directly send orders to Deng Tianjun.

"Chang'an has been raining for seven days. It can be considered small drought. It gets three inches of three inches and thirty -six o'clock. How about?"

The crow in the hall is silent.

His Majesty is so harsh, what does it mean?

There are ministers secretly.

In fact, since the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, the amount of rainwater is the same as snowfall. It is calculated by special utensils.

Unexpectedly, Meng Fan just smiled slightly and responded:

"This is easy, when will your Majesty go clouds, when will you make thunder, when will it rain, when will it rain?"

The ministers in the palace were constrained by rituals and dare not make a loud noise, but they also whispered.

Junior Zhang Kuang, or is there really a way of doing it?

Originally, Li Xian, who was holding a drama and drinking alone to dispel the distressed prince in his heart, couldn't help but look curious, and carefully looked at the small voices in front of him.

Meng Fan went all the way to the water, wandered all the heavens, had a wide range of friends, the relationship went to the ghost, to the Dan Tianfu Magic Hospital, the ancestor may be the God of Heaven, or to assist Dongyue Emperor.

In addition, the Taoism is successful, and it has a gracefulness of ingenuity.

"Now that I have just been on the day, I have not been at the beginning of the clouds, and the mines are not three times.

"Sinity leader."

Li Zhi was so angry, Meng Fan was not panicked, and asked Junchen Play right in one question and answer.

"Play, watch it outside the hall."

After a long time, the Minister of Culture and Military was sitting on the outside and ranked above the corridor.

Not at the beginning, also known as the sun, the sun, the sun fell from the sky, and the slightly west.

"Saint, all the colors of the mandala are all in the altar, you can ask the Taoist to board the altar to pray for the rain."

"Xiao Dao, please."

Wu Zetian laughed and looked particularly good.

And Meng Fan didn't say much. He took the first response and put on the shelf of the Beidou Qiyuan real person, so as not to be seen lightly, and then facilitated the public eyes, flew directly to the Sanzhang Gaotai, and shocked the cultural and military officials.

Seeking rain is also divided into occasions.

In the past, the altar was set in the county.

Nowadays, Changan does not dry, that is, it is just a hot summer, so seeking rain is only for the exercise, proving that it is not a left -handed liar.

Since it is a show operation, the Mencius must be better, the better, and the scene is big.

At this moment, there are 28 banners in the altar, and a table is placed on the top. There is a incense burner on the table, cigarettes in the furnace.

There are two candlesticks on both sides. The wind candle is huge on the stage. The stove is leaning on a gold medal. The name is the name of the name of the Lei Zu: Jiutian Ying Yuan Lei Shuohua Tianzun.

There are five large cylinders underneath, all of which are full of water in the cylinder, willow branches floating on the water, each holding an iron card, and the book is the character character.

In addition, there are five large stakes on the left and right, and the piles are written on the list of the five -party mighty messenger.

Ming Chongzheng's heart was shocked.

How can I have a relationship with Lei Zu?

The next moment, even more shocked.

Meng Fan clearing his heart, reciting it, even if he did not know this sacred name before, he heard that he contained the power of power, unusually solemn voice, and converged his mind. He dare not think about it.

"To the heart of the heart, the nine days should be the Yuanfu, the supreme Yuqing king.

The first of the robbery, the position is true, the power is great. Gold up the golden Guang Ruyi, declare the treasures of Yushu; not to the dust into the dust, the number of numbers is like a fire. "

"Breaking the wish with a calm mind."

"Wisdom with wisdom."

"The Chief Division Wu Lei Yun Hearts Three Realms."

"Father, Master Wan Ling."

"Dasheng Da Ci, to the emperor to the road."

"Nine days should be the sound of Yuan Lei!"

After the ritual, outside the imperial city, everything was as usual. Everyone in the palace only felt the void of the void.
Chapter completed!