She whispered the name she had not called out for many years, and then looked at the back of the hand on the crutch. It was full of wrinkles and had many black spots of different sizes.
That is unique to old people.
"You still have black hair, but Qiao'er... is already a dead tree with white hair. I'm sorry Qiao'er... I can't recognize you..."
"Master-uncle?!"
A female disciple came over and saw the old woman's profile. The old woman's voice was calm and she just said: "The wind here is quite strong. Come in."
Turning his wet red eyes, he walked slowly inside from the female disciple with a cane.
It's quiet here, but there's a lot of noise there.
Chen Yuan, Duan Yinglong and others were surrounded by a group of Tianshi Tao disciples and practitioners and announced what they had to do. Due to the tight time, every five people formed a team and began to arrange the day in this open space.
There is a magic circle in the master's house, which Qingxu doesn't remember much. It is specially used to deal with demons with advanced skills.
However, because the other party was a god, the structure of the magic circle was changed, and the edict for restraining demons was removed. The revised edict was originally an edict to pray to gods for protection, but in the opposite direction, it was an edict to dispel gods and restrain divine power.
These past few days have been based on suggestions from Chen Yuan, Yin Xuanling, Fat Taoist, Qingxu, Feihe, and other practitioners. Every seal script has been carefully selected, every inscription in the magic circle, and the normal lines of operation have been carefully selected.
,repair.
On the seventh day, the formation was finally roughly repaired. After that, it was enlarged several times. The mountains, forests and rivers around the open space were used as the formation, and Yin Xuanling, who had the highest cultivation level, was the eye of the formation. This way
If you come, you will have a far-reaching and continuous supply of mana.
After receiving the section of the magic circle that they were responsible for, the disciples were divided into the monks and Tianshi Tao elders of each team, and the disciples were trying their best to set up the magic circle in this open space.
When the work was in full swing, reports of the situation outside kept coming back. There was nothing much in the first few days, but during the period when the magic circle was being set up, the disciples sent outside came back and mentioned something strange.
It is normal to have sunny days and heavy rains in summer, but the news that came back was that it had been cloudy outside for more than ten days in a row, with thick clouds all over it, and the world seemed to have fallen into a dark night.
After hearing the news, Duan Yinglong immediately called Chen Yuan and Yin Xuanling who were patrolling the array, "I'm afraid the gods in the sky can move faster than we imagined. Could it be that they knew what we were going to do and launched it in advance?"
?Looking at this celestial phenomenon, I'm afraid it's going to rain like never before."
Chen Yuan pondered for a moment and nodded: "It should be natural disasters and man-made disasters. Among them, natural disasters can make the mortal world feel the majesty of God, so that the people can respect the gods."
"Once the heavy rain falls and the floods surge, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the people to withstand it." Although Duan Yinglong understands the seriousness, he is still worried about the people outside. "If some cultivators are separated and use magic to delay the heavy rain, I am afraid it will be difficult to set up the Immortal Killing Formation in a short time.
Finish."
Yin Xuanling on one side did not speak for a long time. After the headmaster expressed his worries, he slowly opened his eyes and interrupted.
"We can't stop. The people can save themselves. Even if there are some casualties, at least we can save more people than those gods' real bodies causing greater disasters!"
Chen Yuan was silent in his seat. He had experienced such a problem before, but he only saw it in Chang Wei's diary in the Demon Suppressing Cave.
This is a difficult question to decide.
Saving a small number of people will delay the deployment of the magic circle, thereby causing a greater disaster. Sacrifice a small number of people, and then more people will die.
Although many people say that ordinary people are just ants in the eyes of experts, but in front of us, they are all living lives. They can cry and laugh, sit at sunrise and rest at sunset.
, watching them die in the floods caused by heavy rains was probably unbearable for Chen Yuan.
"Perhaps we can move them ahead of time. There should be... still some time."
Walking outside the building, Chen Yuan's eyes were filled with magic power, and he could see through the illusion hanging above his head. The sky outside was terrifyingly gloomy, and heavy rain would fall from the clouds at any time.
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
At this moment, a loud Buddha's name came from the distance outside the illusion, startling the practitioners who had arranged magic circles here, and even Duan Yinglong from the wooden building followed him out.
In a moment, the Tianshi Dao disciples guarding the entrance quickly ran towards this side.
"Headmaster, Zhenjun, there is a monk outside!"
"Monk?"
Duan Yinglong frowned. He didn't remember calling any Buddhist disciples. After all, when encountering such a thing, most of them would choose to close the mountain gate and retreat from the world to practice.
hehe!
Chen Yuan's laughter suddenly sounded next to him, "I know who it is. It's just the right time to come. Now you don't have to worry about being busy." He immediately ordered the disciples of Tianshi Dao to quickly invite the person in.
When someone went to invite the monk, Duan Yinglong came over to ask, and then he learned from Fat Taoist that the person who came was the monk from Wanfo Temple, whose Buddhist name was Zhenhai.
Sure enough, from afar, a skinny old monk wearing cassocks, with a gray beard, holding a nine-ring zinc staff in one hand and a purple gold bowl in the other strolled over with the disciple who was leading the way.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, such a thing happened, but I didn't call the poor monk!"
"Things were rushed."
Chen Yuan knew that the current Zhenhai was no longer the ascetic and stern monk of the past, but the first temple in the temple that had accumulated prestige for many years, and all the proper etiquette should be indispensable.
"But Master, aren't you here now?"
Monk Zhenhai was even more tempered than before. He laughed twice, bowed to the Buddha, and then looked at the illusion above. "Ten days ago, I looked at the sky. The White Tiger Star was bright and not dark, and the day was like the sunset at dusk. This strange phenomenon was
Knowing that something big was about to happen, just before arriving, the poor monk asked the presiding brother and brought some monks with great Buddhist power in the temple to join the world."
"Master Duan Yinglong Xie, the headmaster of Tianshi Dao."
Although Duan Yinglong is a Taoist sect, he still has due respect for Buddhists who are willing to contribute their efforts and even raise temples.
Zhenhai vertical seal bowed to him.
"To stop the heavy rain, the monks of Wanfo Temple will do the work. Headmaster Duan, you can rest assured to arrange it!"
After saying that, the old monk left with a vertical seal. When he walked past Chen Yuan, he whispered: "Fellow Daoist Chen, you owe this poor monk a favor. You can pay it back in the future."
"I'll send it to Master."
Chen Yuan smiled, confessed his crime to Duan Yinglong and his master, and then followed the old monk Zhenhai and walked all the way to the entrance. An old monk and a middle-aged scholar walked together quite strangely.
Neither of them spoke a word along the way. When they approached the entrance, Chen Yuan asked with a smile:
"Master, how do you want me to repay this favor?"
Passing through the glowing entrance, the gloomy sky reflected into their eyes. The old monk who was walking a little ahead stood still. In front of him were more than a hundred monks from Wanfo Temple, both old and young, all wearing apricot yellow monk robes.
The Buddha seals stand neatly.
"The debt of gratitude is the hardest to repay... Fellow Daoist Chen has to repay..."
The wind blows, and the beard and beard of the old monk in Zhenhai are slightly stroking, and his voice is soft and majestic.
"How about giving this poor monk a peaceful world?"
The old monk turned his head and looked over.
Chen Yuan pursed her lips, raised her sleeves and bowed down.
"Determined to restore a peaceful world!"
The main plot is coming to an end.
But the extra moments are the most exciting time...