The Cult
The Dragon King's cult is the village water-temple, and it is still standing. Lóngwáng miào — Dragon King shrines — line the rivers, lakes, and coasts of China, from the Black Dragon Pool northwest of Beijing, where Qing emperors sent officials to beg rain, down to one-room brick shrines beside a village well. The ritual year was agrarian and exact: spring temple fairs opened the planting season; a rainless summer turned the county magistrate, fasting and in undress robes, into the lead petitioner of his district, since the throne was answerable for weather as for any other duty. Vows were repaid with opera — after the rain came, troupes performed for days before the god's image. And the god traveled: his effigy rode in a sedan-chair to the riverbank when drought demanded his presence in person, for a king who governed water had to be shown the fields it was failing. Suppressed in the twentieth century, the shrines have quietly reopened. Rain still has an address.


