When Li Tianmin heard the word northwest, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Could it be"
as expected!
A piece of bad news soon spread throughout the entire Tang Dynasty.
The agricultural sage of the Tang Dynasty, Mr. Long Yuanping, passed away!
As soon as this bad news came out, the entire Tang Dynasty fell into sadness.
Countless people howled!
Throughout Chang'an City, wailing sounds could be heard everywhere.
Many people spontaneously rushed to the streets and alleys, holding incense in their hands and kneeling to the northwest.
"Congratulations, Mr. Long!"
"Congratulations, Mr. Long!"
"Mr. Long will last forever!"
The sounds of farewell echoed throughout Chang'an.
The streams of incense gathered together and headed northwest.
Thousands of incense!
There are more than ten thousand families in Chang'an?
There were more than ten thousand families in the entire Tang Dynasty?
Ye Yun, who was in Ye Mansion, also heard the sounds of mourning coming from all around, and couldn't help but be very surprised.
"Who is this Mr. Long?"
He couldn't help but ask.
Meng Youran sighed, "Mr. Long Yuanping is a true saint in the world!"
"He is the agricultural saint of the Tang Dynasty, and he dedicated his life to the vitality of countless people in the Tang Dynasty!"
When Ye Qingyun heard this, he was immediately in awe.
"Eight hundred years ago, an unprecedented drought occurred in the Tang Dynasty, and almost the entire eastern land became a barren land."
Meng Youran continued.
"The impact of the drought is that the people have no harvest, no food, and the whole country is starving."
"At the most serious stage, it really got to the point where Yi Zi cannibalize each other and not even one out of ten people in the city can survive!"
"The entire Tang Dynasty has nothing to do. There is even no food in the palace."
"At this moment, Mr. Long appeared."
"He worked hard in the farmland for hundreds of years, exhausted his efforts, and finally created a completely new
New crops!”
"Even in drought, it can still grow tenaciously and its yield is amazing."
"As soon as this thing came out, it immediately saved the Tang Dynasty and saved millions of people who were suffering from famine."
"Mr. Long once said that he had nothing to ask for in his life but hoped that there would be no more hungry people in the world."
"The Tang Dynasty wanted to give Mr. Long a heavy reward, but he refused completely and was still busy in the farmland."
"It was countless people of the Ming Dynasty in the Tang Dynasty who regarded Mr. Long as a god and respectfully called him the Farmer Saint."
Speaking of this, Meng Youran's face was full of respect.
"He is a true saint, enough to be worshiped by anyone in the world!"
Meng Youran also bowed far to the northwest.
When Ye Qingyun and Shen Tianhua saw this, they naturally bowed towards the northwest together.
"The Farmer Saint is dead!"
"The whole nation mourns!"
At this moment, a rich and tragic voice sounded from the palace.
Spread throughout Chang'an.
Then it resounded throughout the Tang Dynasty.
This is Li Tianmin's voice.
It was transmitted from the formation and resounded throughout the Tang Dynasty.
The whole country mourns!
Almost all the people in the Tang Dynasty set up the incense table and respectfully offered three sticks of incense to Mr. Long.
Countless incense!
It originated from various places in the Tang Dynasty.
Mighty and mighty, they gather together and rise.
When the incense is concentrated to the extreme.
Above the sky, it suddenly became extremely bright.
Countless people raised their heads in shock and looked at the sky.
A white cloud rises from the northwest.
In a daze, everyone could see that there seemed to be a simple and vicissitudes of life above the white clouds.
White clouds support this figure as it continues to rise into the sky.
Under the gaze of countless people, the figure on the white clouds disappeared into the sky.
Buzz!!!
Holy, magnificent brilliance shines on the earth.
The crops in the farmland have become more prosperous and full of vitality than ever before.
At this moment, the baby who fell to the ground was surrounded by a layer of auspicious light.
"Send the saint back to his throne!"
"Send the saint back to his throne!"
"Send the saint back to his throne!"
Chapter completed!