Chapter 408 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 27
Chapter 408 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 27
Outside the imperial city, Ying Kun was sitting on a boat, urging the soldiers to row quickly, but he was swimming upstream, and the speed was not very fast. Ying Kun shouted anxiously, "Uncle Huang! Uncle Huang!"
Jun Ziwu glanced back, pretending he didn't see it, and ordered, "Get rid of that fool."
The movement of the soldier's hands quickened, and he distanced himself.
A large number of ships were moving further and further ahead. Ying Kun was so anxious that he cursed the guards, "Hurry up, they'll all lose their heads before we can catch them!"
The ships of the Imperial Guard could only see the tail of the ship, and they tried hard to discern the direction and catch up with the progress. In order to be fast, many emergency items were thrown away, just to catch up with the ships in front.
Mist Mountain.
The water level has dropped down the mountainside. The turbid river water is rippling in front of the mountain. The animals in the forest have run to the mountain to hide from the rain. Deer, wolves, wild boars, snakes... various animals stand together and watch the river flowing in the mountains.
The monk continued to gather the river water and lifted it into the sky. However, the three rivers converged on him at the same time, and the water mountain in the sky had gathered into a mountain comparable to a large mountain.
The monk raised it above his head, sweating.
"Monk." Fuchen said worriedly, with a cry in his voice. But he was alone and didn't know what to do, so he was in a hurry.
"Monk, are you okay?" He had been holding on to the water for so long. Fuchen cried anxiously.
"Donor, don't worry, this poor monk... can hold on." The monk looked at the waves on the ground, but he had controlled the speed of the water, and there would be no water in the dragon's veins in a short time.
But treating the symptoms does not address the root cause.
There must be another way. There must be helpers.
"Holy monk! Holy monk!" someone shouted.
The monk's ears were sharp and he knew it was the prince. The Buddha's message came through, "What's the matter?"
The voice is loud and clear.
"Holy monk, the coast has burst and the sea is overflowing! Please ask the holy monk to rush to the East China Sea. I will leave this place to you. I know where there is an underground waterway!" Jun Ziwu shouted.
The monk was shocked. His vision was close to the horizon line, and he saw the waves rising, chasing him this way... but there was only a small mountain range from the coastline.
That height is unstoppable.
The monk was so frightened that he threw the water balloon away and flew to the sea.
The water ball fell to the ground and exploded into a spray. At the same time, the water surface moved forward layer by layer. The water flow under Junzi Wushan instantly rose one layer higher and reached the middle of the foggy mountain.
"Quick! Look for Turtle Mountain along the Wushan Mountains for a hundred miles on both sides! Beat the turtle's tail to pieces!" Jun Ziwu shouted.
One of the reasons why the Wushan Mountains have been called the Dragon Vein for Thousand Years is that Master Wutian dug two ditches for the mountains to divert water, so that the wind can flow upward and the water flow downwards, and Feng Shui goes hand in hand.
If ditches can be used to reduce the pressure on the ground and introduce water...but the prerequisite is that the sea side must solve it!
On the sea, the huge waves are already a hundred meters away from the sponge. If they hit it, the entire seaport will be submerged, making it easier to enter the mainland.
Internal and external conflicts would then become tragic.
The monk stood in the air, chanting incantations continuously, and pushed up the golden light shield with both hands.
The plane of golden light spreads, growing and getting larger, forming a golden wall. As the spell increases, more bricks appear in the golden wall.
Hurry! Hurry! The monk's heart was in a hurry. He murmured the incantations in his mouth without daring to stop. He was going so fast that he could hardly hear the original meaning.
Fuchen remained on the monk's shoulder, frowning, calmly recalling the events before and after.
Why does this natural disaster not feel like a natural disaster?
There is a pattern, one stroke after another, moving the dragon's veins and changing the river course. This kind of handwriting is definitely made by a large number of people.
Suddenly a strong wind swept from behind, and the floating dust was ejected from the golden light shield by the wind and fell on the water surface.
"Monk!" Fuchen shouted and fell into the sea.
The monk's eyes fell on Fuchen. The grass was beaten by the waves on the sea, without the ability to fight back. He frowned. He did not dare to stop the incantation in his mouth, and did not dare to relax his mind.
Behind you are tens of thousands of people, and in front of you are huge waves of hundreds of feet.
"Monk!" Fuchen shouted, and he was hit by the waves as soon as he opened his mouth. His mouth was full of waves. He was pressed down by the power of the water, and he looked at the monk's clothes in the golden light mask, as if he was majestic and noble as a god.
The waves pushed her upward again. Fuchen saw the golden light burst out from the monk's body! The golden light barrier in his hand spread faster, stretching thousands of miles almost instantly, extending the golden light wall to a length longer than the waves. The wall became taller layer by layer.
Big waves push up layer by layer.
Fuchen stared at the monk, and she could see clearly: the place that emits golden light is the heart.
"Monk!" The floating dust kept beating on the water, but she only had a single leaf. The more it beat, the more it spun, fell into the waves, and gradually rose with the waves.
Seeing the blooming golden light, Fuchen thought of a word in his mind: Buddha's Heart Relic.
"He has a Buddha's heart! Quick! Kill that monk! Grab the Buddha's heart!" Another voice broke in from the distance.
On the coastline, several black figures appeared, and the magic weapons in their hands flew up, aiming at the monk.
Monk - Fuchen wanted to shout to remind him of the danger. However, he was wrapped in water and couldn't shout.
The body gradually rose, trapped in the huge waves, and was pushed upward by the current. His eyesight gradually became higher than that of the monk.
In the huge waves, Fu Chen could only watch helplessly as the monk was besieged. The man in black suddenly appeared and attacked the golden light shield, killing him.
The monk chanted the sutra, raised his head, and smiled at the dust floating in the huge waves above his head: Don't worry.
The golden light mask on the monk's body becomes brighter and protects the monk.
"Humph, look down on us." The black shadow on the ground sneered and changed its gestures.
The aerial magic weapon is aimed at the monk to attack!
"Boom!" The magic weapons all hit the aperture, and were all knocked away. However, a spear pierced the golden aperture, making a ferocious sound.
Behind the monk, cracks appeared in the golden circle of light.
"Hey, the air-breaking gun is still powerful." said an old man below.
"Monk." Fuchen cried. She watched helplessly as the monk was attacked but could not fight back. The feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed her.
She hated her own powerlessness, she hated that she was just a useless piece of grass, and she hated that she could only watch helplessly.
The waves are getting higher and higher.
The floating dust also rose to the top of the waves.
Hundreds of feet above the ground, the field of vision is endless. Dark clouds dominate the city, and the narrow sky in the distance becomes increasingly cramped as it rises.
The sky seemed to be right above my head, within reach and hard to breathe.
Huge waves gathered and gradually approached the golden mask.
The golden light shield in front of them also stretches thousands of miles and is hundreds of feet high.
Fuchen looked at the edge of the golden light shield, which was almost as tall as himself.
The wave is approaching.
Fuchen's heart was also clenched.
"Boom!" The huge wave hit the golden wall and made a loud noise.
The golden light wall intercepted the huge wave. However, the huge wave did not decrease. The big wave stuck to the golden light shield, still moving forward, and the wave head also had a tendency to grow stronger and higher.
The monk's figure is stable, and the golden light shield is firmly fixed to prevent the huge waves from advancing.
"Hi, old man." On the ground, an old man with one missing front tooth said mischievously, "It's your turn."
The old Taoist made a seal with his hands, recited the law in a low voice, and finally shouted, "Urgent is like a law, break it!"
The air-breaking gun on the golden aperture rotated rapidly, more spears entered, and the cracks in the golden aperture increased, turning half of the wall into spider marks.
"I'll help you too," said the old man with missing front teeth. He used both hands to draw the majesty of heaven and earth. Finally, he pushed with both hands and pulled back hard with his backhand.
The huge waves rolled higher and pushed forward.
The monk gritted his teeth and carried it tightly.
"I'm coming too."
"I'm coming too."
Several shadow people learned to push and pull with the missing front teeth, put their own energy into the giant waves, and pushed the giant waves forward.
"Monk." Fuchen stuck to the golden light shield. In the waves, the water flow speed increased. Fuchen stared at the monk below with tears in his eyes.
"You have to hold on." Fuchen was helpless and silently encouraged the other party.
She hated herself again for being a grass, a useless grass. Useless.
The monk gritted his teeth and his whole body was trembling. He turned around and angrily said, "My fellow Taoist, why do you have to trouble this poor monk? If a huge wave comes, half of the world will fall into this sea water!"
"Hey." Miss Qianqian smiled, "We just want the Dongling Kingdom to be submerged. In this way, our Xichang Kingdom will be a big country in the east and enjoy the boundless feng shui of the sea."
The monk frowned, with an angry look on his face, "Xichang? Did you do this? In order to change the feng shui of your country, how many countries were buried with you?"
"That's right." Miss Qianfan smiled, "Isn't it the same for your Dongling Kingdom? Look at the depths of this huge wave, aren't there piles of human bones? There are so many kingdoms buried under this sea, why are you afraid of a few more?
"
The monk was trembling all over. He was talking about an unstoppable natural disaster, a sad song that is still heard even after thousands of years. But what they did was to create disasters and push the coastline thousands of meters inward, just for the sake of a coastal country.
prosperity.
"Monk, you are doing it for your people, and I am doing it for my country. Our camps are different, so don't blame me. You pity the people of your Dongling country, why don't I lament the fate of our Xichang country?" The old man with missing front teeth looked solemn,
Put on a helpless tone.
The monk has only one sentence: pretending to be Xingxing.
"Stop talking nonsense to him." Old Taoist sternly said, "Send him to the West."
"Hehe." The missing front teeth raised his eyebrows and smiled, and his fingers flew.
Six black figures formed a seal together, pushing the huge wave forward.
Suddenly, his hands clenched into fists. Huge waves crashed down!
"Boom!"
The overwhelming sound resounded throughout the world, as if the heaven and earth were being torn apart.
The sky was covered with clouds and there was no light.
The monk was counterattacked by the force of the wave, and his body fell back five feet. He spun his feet and held down his breath to stabilize his body. His body was stabbed into the air-breaking gun behind him, and blood mist came out of his mouth.
"Monk!" Fuchen shouted in hissed voice.
She fell down with the huge waves, and went down against the golden light shield, just in time to see the red mist.
"Monk!" Fuchen patted the golden light shield, but his figure was rapidly falling down with the water. The golden light could only be looked up at, and his figure was getting smaller and smaller.
Monk!
The monk tugged at the corner of his mouth, still reciting the incantation in his mouth, and did not dare to relax the reinforced golden light shield. He couldn't stop looking down, facing the grass in the deep water, and smiled.
In the deep water, the floating dust was driven below the sea level by the waves, and the figure became smaller and smaller.
She looked at the monk's smile and thought about his golden light. She was unwilling to give in...
Under the black ocean water, the grass glows green.
The light became smaller and smaller, gradually submerging into the chaos of the deep sea.
One wave has not calmed down, and the next wave is approaching with great force.
The old Taoist smiled and said, "Monk, let's see how you block it!"
Missing his front teeth, he said worriedly, "He still has relics on him, which are very rare treasures. It would be a pity if they were lost."
How to find corpses in the sea?
The old Taoist smiled, "Don't be afraid. The air-breaking gun is stained with his blood. No matter where he dies, he can be found."
"Wow——"
"Wow——"
Suddenly there was more noise in the sea.
A whirlpool suddenly appeared on the sea surface.
At first, the whirlpool was only the size of a fishing boat, but as it rotated, it grew in size one after another, ten feet, one hundred feet... growing faster and faster.
The whirlpool was right between the wave and the golden halo, and the waves stirred up by the edge were eroding the bottom of the huge wave. But when it hit the golden halo, it just rolled upwards.
The vortex in the direction of the golden aperture stopped growing, but the water on the other side of the huge wave was eroding and reducing the huge wave layer by layer.
"Why is there a whirlpool?" The old Taoist was shocked.
Missing the front teeth looked at the monk, "Could it be this guy who did it?"
Lao Tao'er didn't reply. He thought carefully and murmured, "Lingcao...isn't it grass?"
The whirlpool was still growing, and the huge waves that were a hundred feet high gradually became tens of feet high because the water power was sucked away by the vortex, and then slowly became smaller again, and finally became part of the whirlpool.
The sudden change caused all the men in black to stop their movements, trying to figure out the cause of the change.
The area of the growing whirlpool is already hundreds of feet wide, and the area is still increasing. The entire sea surface is driven to rotate, turning into a huge water conch. However, the mouth of the conch and the center of the whirlpool are pitch black.
No one can see what is inside the center.
The monk looked at the whirlpool and probably guessed what it was, but he couldn't stop, otherwise, there would be no time to resist the waves. He tried hard to control the golden wall, hoping in his heart that it was floating dust. It was his floating dust.
"What the hell?" The old Taoist was anxious and flew over the whirlpool to take a look. When he looked out, he saw huge green vines below, intertwined and growing like an octopus. Looking closer, the thin vines looked more like...
It's the root system. The old Tao'er just had this idea and took out the fly whisk to go down, but he saw the tree vines rising into the sky like a dragon. The rapidly rising branches knocked him away and fell into the rotating water.
"Ang——" A strong dragon roar sounded out in the air.
A wooden dragon flew out from below the whirlpool and circled around the big tree.
"Dragon? How could there be a dragon?" Lao Tao'er stopped on the sea and marveled.
The monk in the air smiled and put away the golden mask.
"Ouch——" There was another moan, but this time it came from high in the sky.
Everyone looked at the sky and saw a black dragon roaring towards him, with a cloud of white clouds beside him.
"Jiao?" Old Taoist frowned, "Jiao on the foggy mountain?"
The black dragon flew to the big tree and circled around the tree together with the wooden dragon, but one step slower than the wooden dragon.
The wooden dragon showed its head first, followed by the black dragon. It seemed that the black dragon was the slave of the wooden dragon.
One dragon and one dragon were circling at the same time, and the visual impact was so great that the man in black on the ground was stunned for a while before he could react, "Burn that tree! We can't let the wooden dragon grow into a dragon!" the old man with missing front teeth shouted.
"Let's see who dares!" Bai was angry. She was not of Hei's level and was useless at sea, but if someone wanted to destroy Fuchen's dragon-making ceremony, it would not work.
She owes Fuchen and must pay it back!
The floating dust must become a dragon!
"A little cloud demon dares to fight against us?" said a man in black with yellow teeth, and as he spoke, he whipped out a whip. The four people behind him all flew towards the big tree.
Bai Yi was a whip with white hair, and the two whips were swung together. Bai Leng watched and used his hands hard, and the white whip burst out with streaks of lightning. The man in black was so frightened that he let go, and then laughed, "It turns out that it has the attribute of thunder, no wonder you dare to
Crazy." Then he took out a pair of hammers and said, "Little monster, let's see which one is more powerful, your little thunder whip or my thunder hammer!"
The man in black struck the hammer. The two hammers struck each other, and thunder burst out.
