The Buddhist mantras gathered together to form a buzzing sound of Buddha, as if there were great aspirations and great power of Buddha to withstand the heavy rain.
Wow wow wow!
The rain became more violent, like a hole in the sky opening and pouring down, constantly beating the Buddha's light. However, the surrounding heaven and earth, rivers and rivers were now immersed in this heavy rain.
The diffuse water vapor sucked into the mouths and noses of the people who had moved out of the village. The people walking along the official road were wearing raincoats and running quickly under the leadership of the government servants. The waves of the distant river were rolling and unpredictable, lapping at the river bank and splashing. Countless waves.
Amidst the rumbling thunder, there were also angry sounds from the nearby mountains.
Someone shouted: "Get away, get away!"
The mountain a mile away was washed away by heavy rain in front of countless horrified eyes. The rain washed away the soil, carrying countless loose stones, and the huge rock slid down like a mountain avalanche, swallowing up a mountain village below.
"Don't worry, the people in the village over there had already evacuated before the rain!"
Officials shouted loudly in the rain to calm down dozens of villagers, and then urged them to hurry up and brave the rain to go to the resettlement place.
Liang Kingdom in the South.
The heavy rain hit the glazed tiles in the palace. The burly emperor looked at the bead curtains intertwined under the eaves, and his heart was bleeding.
"My people!"
Then the eunuchs, maids, and palace guards were rushed over to escort him back to the dormitory.
In a mansion in a corner of Jianye City, Chen Qingzhi opened the door, lit a stick of incense amidst the sound of rain, inserted the incense burner in front of the shrine, knelt on the futon with his wife and concubines, and kowtowed three times.
"Zhenjun, I hope this rainstorm will end soon!"
north.
The same thing almost happened. The migrating people were forced to stop by the heavy rain. With the help of a woman in green, they built a temporary shed using tree branches to take shelter from the rain.
The humid air made it impossible to raise a bonfire. They gathered in a pile to keep each other warm. They were panicking but could not calm down. From time to time they asked the heroine surnamed Han when the rain would stop.
"I am not sure as well."
Not getting any hope of an answer, the people taking shelter from the rain looked at the sky in panic as the unprecedented heavy rain fell like a waterfall.
Then, there was light shining on his face, and he felt the warmth of the morning sun. The trembling old man raised his face and opened his eyes wide. In the arms of the crying woman, the child who was staring blankly at the beaded curtains on the eaves of the shed blinked. Blinking his eyes, he turned his head to look at the light coming from him.
"Mom, what is that?!"
The child's delicate fingers pointed in the direction, and the crying woman wiped her tears, then looked blankly. When the child asked again, she murmured.
"It's light..."
The light that fell on people's eyes gradually turned golden, as if it had driven away the chill and moisture from everyone's bodies. The dark crowd could no longer suppress their emotions. They stood up one after another and exclaimed. Some people who believed in God knelt down. He fell to the ground and worshiped devoutly towards the light that flew far away.
"God! Save us!"
Han Youniang stood in front of the crowd and looked at the golden light rising into the sky in amazement. She was a Buddhist monk, so she could naturally feel that the light shining down was the light of the Buddha.
‘The eminent monk from that Buddhist temple performs the practice here?’
She retreated to the back of the crowd, and while no one was paying attention around her, she cast a spell to hide her figure and hurried over there.
…
In the illusion, a group of cultivators, listening to the sound of rain outside and feeling the rising aspirations of Dharma, gritted their teeth and tried their best to set up the Immortal Killing Formation.
They didn't dare to speed up. If they were a little careless, the formation might be destroyed and everyone would be killed. Even if they trapped the group of gods, they might be able to break free.
"My boss! My boss!"
The fat Taoist ran back from other positions in the Immortal Killing Formation, "Old Taoist Qingxu said it will take a while."
Chen Yuan nodded indifferently and said some words of comfort to Old Sun, telling him not to worry, "I'm going to go outside and take a look. You and Taoist Feihe will take good care of this place. Don't worry, everything must be stable."
host!"
The fat Taoist pursed his lips, nodded, and ran away quickly.
As soon as the people left, Chen Yuanran's expression suddenly became tense. In fact, he was more anxious than anyone else, especially the monks of Wanfo Temple outside, who were using the strength of the temple to resist the heavy rain.
At this moment, a female disciple of Tianshi Tao came over from the wooden building over there.
"Zhenjun, my master said, don't worry, go take a look outside, she is here."
After hearing this, Chen Yuan subconsciously looked at the wooden building over there, and vaguely saw the figure of an old woman standing between the fence and the eaves pillars, looking towards her. Chen Yuan nodded to her, and then rushed over without hesitation.
Entrance.
Once outside, the sound of heavy rain became clearer, pounding violently in my ears.
The Buddha's light spread over, and Chen Yuan used magic to divert the rainwater, controlling the wind all over his body, hanging with his toes above the accumulated water on the ground, causing a circle of ripples to fly away quickly.
"Zhenhai!"
When I got outside, I saw the monks of Wanfo Temple supporting the golden plate with all their strength, and the old monk Zhenhai who was in meditation above and blooming with Buddha's light. Each monk was soaked by the rain and was shaking slightly.
pressure.
"Can you withstand it?"
Chen Yuan quickly approached and fired out the life-saving spells he learned from "Miscellaneous Mysteries of Huangchuan" one by one. They fell on the monks, but were blocked by the Buddha's light.
Above the gold plate, the old monk Zhenhai did not answer.
But the moment Chen Yuan approached, he suddenly opened his eyes, with golden light shining in his eyes, his beard flying, like a glaring King Kong, and roared "Drink!"
"Add blue from all directions, Arhat from all directions."
The golden plate suddenly rose into the air and separated from the monks. The monks changed their formation again and stretched their arms inward to touch their fellow monks. As the golden plate rose, the monks put their palms together and made a unified sound of "bang".
"Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong!"
The moment the old monk Zhenhai stood up and raised his palm towards Tianyun, the golden disk rotated and shot out a huge beam of light, which then turned into an umbrella cover.
"hehe……"
A dull smile squeezed out of his lips, and the Zhenhai old monk's laughter spread wildly under the golden canopy.
"Haha...hahaha..."
Boom!!
Thunder rolled over the top of the temple, and people's eardrums buzzed with laughter.
"You gods are optimistic about this!"
He suddenly shouted loudly, and danced wildly with his arms dragging his wide sleeves. The huge umbrella cover rotated, revealing the outlines of Buddha statues. Overlapping Buddhist chants faintly sounded in the air around him.
"I Mani Padme Hum..."
"I Mani Padme Hum..."
…
Chen Yuan stopped and looked aside. A woman in green clothes was also falling from the rain. She saw Chen Yuan and asked, "What happened?"
The tone is no longer what it once was.
However, what answered her was that countless Buddha's sounds and countless Buddha statues' haloes appeared on the umbrella cover, all raising their palms towards the falling rainstorm.