Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 484 Laozi's True Teachings, Five Thunder Spell~
"This is dry ice~"

"This is a blower~"

"This is~"

"When you open the altar, act according to my signal," Lin Dao calmly instructed Zhang Liang. "When I'm like this, press here to release dry ice."

Not far from Langya Moment, an altar was erected at an astonishing speed.

Lin Dao will pray for rain here to prove to the First Emperor that he truly understands the arts of immortality.

He wanted to try again, to persuade the First Emperor by demonstrating his supernatural powers.

They put in a lot of effort for this, and even bought dry ice blowers and other equipment.

After giving Zhang Liang his instructions, Lin Dao descended from the altar and strode over to the pickup truck rocket vehicle not far away.

"Have you remembered everything I taught you before?" Lin Dao instructed the young Han Xin. "If I give you a specific instruction, just press this button hard, and the light next to it will turn green. You don't need to worry about the rest."

What is the procedure for a time traveler in ancient times to perform rituals to summon wind and rain?
The first step is to observe the celestial phenomena.

Choose a time when the sky is overcast, dark, and large rain clouds are rolling in.

The second step is to prepare for artificial rainmaking.

A pickup truck equipped with a rocket launcher, loaded with artificial rainmaking bombs, with the angle and parameters set, is ready to launch into the sky at the appropriate time.

The final step is to accumulate merit through good deeds.

Following the steps of Tiger Power Immortal, go through the normal reporting process and see if your merit power can get a response.

Of these three steps, only one needs to succeed.

Therefore, it is not an overly difficult task for time travelers to pray for rain.

Lin Dao walked back to the altar, picked up a peach wood sword, and looked around.

Around the altar, apart from a group of officials who were waiting for their prayers for rain to fail so they could rush up, seize the person, and send Lin Dao to experience the power of Qin's horses, there was no one else around.

There were also a large number of Taoist priests watching.

Having exchanged simple greetings beforehand, Lin Dao was deeply impressed by several of the alchemists.

Lu Sheng from Yan, Hou Gong from Han, Shi Sheng from Qi, Xu Fu from Qi, and others.

At this moment, these hundreds of alchemists, young and old, all stared at Lin Dao on the altar with different expressions.

Most of the alchemists' gazes were filled with a smug, contemptuous look of schadenfreude.

Today the sun is shining brightly and the sky is cloudless; if we want rain, we'll have to rely on our own abilities.

A slightly fishy sea breeze howled, carrying with it the whispers of the sorcerers, mingled with laughter.

The ability to summon wind and rain has basically become a standard feature of cultivating immortality.

As fellow practitioners, the alchemists almost always shared the same thoughts.

'Only I can do it; none of you can!'

Not far away, under a large sunshade, the First Emperor, with a slightly languid expression, held a wine cup and squinted as he examined the forest path on the altar.

This person has an exceptionally outstanding appearance.

'His demeanor, speech, character, and courage all make him an outstanding person.'

'If one truly possesses skill, perhaps one could seek out Fusu and have a contest with him.'

On the altar, Lin Dao inspected the incense burner, the gold plaque, the iron plaque, the water vat filled with clear water, and the willow branch on the vat.

After confirming that everything was complete, Lin Dao rolled up his wide sleeves and glanced at the time on his wristwatch.

"Okay."

He was actually quite curious whether he could actually do it.

Taking a breath and looking solemn, Lin Dao reached out and took out a talisman.

Pierce the runes with a peach wood sword and ignite it on the incense burner.

He then stepped on the Seven Stars formation, brandished the peach wood sword, and chanted incantations.

"One ring of the token brings the wind, two rings bring the clouds, three rings bring thunder and lightning, four rings bring the rain, and five rings disperse the clouds and stop the rain."

This is the authentic Five Thunder Incantation of Taoism, originating from Laozi, and it is absolutely the most authentic of all.

Using a gold plaque engraved with the name of the Thunder God as a starting point, he struck the plaque with his peach wood sword and then pointed it diagonally at the sky.

He inhaled and opened his mouth, his voice like thunder, piercing through clouds and splitting rocks.

"Wind blows!"

Countless people around were astonished.

What a loud voice!
Most of the sorcerers looked disdainful, thinking that this person was truly capable of charlatanry.

Xu Fu, Lu Sheng, and the others looked rather solemn, having already memorized all of Lin Dao's actions and words.

Whether it will succeed or not is unknown, but his ability to show off far surpasses that of all the sorcerers.

I've learned a lot!
The peach wood sword was pointed diagonally at the sky, and a minute had passed, but nothing had changed.

A commotion gradually arose from all around.

The First Emperor narrowed his eyes and let out a cold snort.

'Not giving me face?'

On the altar, Lin Dao frowned slightly. 'So you're forcing me to use technology, huh?'

"It's daytime now, and the wind is from the sea. I'll hold out a little longer, until the evening when the winds shift to land breezes. Clouds will definitely drift in from the sea then, and I'll launch the big rocket! Hmm?!"

Lin Daozheng was pondering a solution.

Suddenly, the wind picked up!

It wasn't a sea breeze, but a sudden whirlwind.

It swirls, carrying sand and dust, and rapidly expands from the altar as its center.

Amidst the ever-increasing howling, countless pairs of shocked eyes stared.

Wow, the wind has really picked up!
Lin Dao closed his eyes.

The purple contact lenses I'm wearing are really uncomfortable; I'll never use them to show off again.

Tears welled in her eyes, and she opened them again.

With his feet planted on the Seven Stars, he struck the gold plaque with his peach wood sword once more, then pointed it to the sky.

The sound is like a loud bell.

"Yunlai!"

Before long, amidst the howling wind, large dark clouds suddenly surged into the once clear sky.

Dark clouds pressed down, resembling surging ink.

Looking up, it felt as if a mountain was pressing down on you.

The First Emperor put down his wine cup, looked up at the sky, and murmured to himself.

He spoke so softly that even Zhao Gao, who was standing next to him, couldn't hear what he said.

Here in the forest, my confidence soared.

He struck the gold medal three times, pointing his peach wood sword to the sky as he shouted. His voice boomed like thunder.

"Lightning appears!"

A silver snake suddenly appeared amidst the rolling dark clouds.

Like a sharp blade, tearing the sky apart.

In the blink of an eye, a thunderous roar, like a landslide, exploded in everyone's ears!

All the sorcerers paled!

The First Emperor suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open!
With a flourish of his peach wood sword, Lin Dao once again gave Zhang Liang, who was dumbfounded by what he saw in the sky, a meaningful look.

But this fool was still staring blankly at the strange sight in the sky, completely oblivious to the repeated glances from Lin Daoshi.

With a flick of his sleeves, Lin Dao finally turned around and stood beside Zhang Liang, kicking him as he did so.

Zhang Liang, who had fallen to the ground and hurriedly got up, subconsciously looked at Lin Dao.

When Zhang Liang met Lin Dao's purple eyes, which were filled with anger, he was first confused, then suddenly realized what was happening.

He remembered; he still had a mission to complete.
He hurriedly put on his oxygen mask and started the equipment as Lin Dao had instructed him.

The blower started running, and Zhang Liang opened the large bottle filled with dry ice.

Dry ice sublimates and absorbs heat at room temperature, causing water vapor in the surrounding air to condense into small water droplets, creating a white cloud effect.

Wearing an oxygen mask is to avoid falling into an oxygen-deficient environment.

Large clouds of mist partially enveloped the altar.

Lin Dao nodded in satisfaction and pressed the button on the peach wood sword.

Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, Lin Dao, dressed in a purple robe, appeared as if he were a celestial being dancing in the clouds, his peach wood sword gleaming with dazzling seven-colored light.

He swung the peach wood sword again and struck the gold medal.

The dazzling peach wood sword points diagonally towards the sky.

He took a deep breath and roared, his voice shaking the heavens and the earth.

"Yuluo!"

Beneath the dark clouds, it was like a dream.

The endless raindrops poured down like a torrential downpour.

The sound of the rain grew louder and louder, and the rain in the sky seemed to pour down as if a hole had been torn open in the heavens, and the Milky Way was falling from the sky.

"Your Majesty~Your Majesty~~"

Soaked to the bone, Zhao Gao repeatedly pleaded, "The rain is too heavy, Your Majesty, please return to the palace to take shelter."

The First Emperor ignored him and stood there blankly in the pouring rain.

His gaze remained fixed on Lin Dao on the altar.

'This person actually knows magic?!'

He has been seeking immortality for so long that he has heard all sorts of stories.

But only Lin Dao truly displayed a miracle before him!
The other sorcerers only talked the talk.

At that moment, the First Emperor's eyes shone.

His quest for immortality has finally seen a glimmer of hope.

'I!'

'I must learn!'

On the altar.

The forest path where the sword stands tall, with eyes closed, resembles a mountain.

To those around them, this was the demeanor of a master, the bearing of a celestial being.

But in reality, Lin Dao was internally complaining at that moment.

'This rain is pouring down!'

'I'm asking for rain, not a flood!'

"That's enough, what's the point of this?"

'My machinery and equipment were all damaged by the rain, and I paid for them all!'

He was just praying for rain.

It's fine as long as it rains normally.

But the rain from the sky was like the Dragon King urinating, pouring water down from the sky like buckets.

No, it's more like a dam opening its gates, spraying water directly down.

'Could it be that I have too much merit?'

'I've never really asked you guys for favors before~'

'Now that we have the chance, we're going to send water like crazy just because we asked for rain?'

"Brother Zihou," Zhang Liang, looking like a drowned pheasant, hunched over, head hunched, and trembling as he stepped forward. "The water is overflowing!"

Lin Dao finally opened his eyes.

He looked around and saw that the First Emperor and the Qin soldiers and warriors from all over the country were still standing in the same place.

However, the water on the ground was already almost knee-deep.

If this continues, there will really be a flood.

Lin Dao raised his hand to wipe away the raindrops that were about to wash away his purple eyes, then nodded and raised the peach wood sword.

The colored lights built into the peach wood sword short-circuited and failed due to rain.

Without those seven-colored lights, it does feel a little lacking.

He took a breath, swung his peach wood sword and struck the gold medal, then pointed the sword at the sky.

He opened his mouth and roared, the sound echoing through the sky.

"The sky is clear!"

The torrential rain, which had been as heavy as a collapsing sky, gradually began to subside.

Until it completely stops.

The silver snake that roamed among the dark clouds gradually faded, turning into specks of light and dissipating.

The oppressive dark clouds, like mountains pressing down, quietly drifted away without a trace.

The sun appears, and the warm sunlight returns to the earth.

Such a miraculous scene left everyone present completely speechless.

After an unknown amount of time, the First Emperor, soaked to the bone, strode confidently up to the altar.

He clasped his hands together, right hand inside and left hand outside, with his body slightly bent forward.

"Zhao Zheng pays his respects to the Immortal Master."

(End of this chapter)