Thunder streaked across the sky, and the loud noise calmed the violent tide of the sea. The night was covered with thick clouds, and it was so dark that only electric light could illuminate this miserable sea area.
The torch in front of the cabin of the boat swayed, trembling with the raindrops and strong winds, illuminating a meager deck, and the wet water stains reflected the dim light.
The old man leaned against the cabin wall, holding a pipe in his mouth, and lifted up a corner of the curtain. The wind and rain hit his face covered with ravines rapidly, and the smoke pot flickered with fire. The old man couldn't help but squint his eyes.
"This storm is coming fiercely."
The undulating boats and wooden structures were creaking, and the sea water was like the palm of the god, squeezing this little sailing toy back and forth. Being among them, it was inevitable to feel flustered.
Bai Zimo sat on his bed holding a long sword and remained silent. The Taoist priest looked at the little sister in a daze, while the little sister was mumbling, whether she was talking nonsense or praying.
"When we go out to sea, we first ask for the Deer Yuan Bodhisattva, secondly ask for Mazu, thirdly ask for the Dragon King of the East China Sea, and fourthly ask for shrimps, soldiers and crab generals. As long as all aspects are taken care of, we will be fine," the old man said with a smile, phlegm accumulated in his lungs, and his voice
Turbid, "Have a peaceful sleep and you'll be fine when you wake up tomorrow."
The depressive atmosphere that enveloped the cabin relaxed. The Taoist priest wanted to tell his little sister a ghost story, so he told her about the sea ghost.
The worse the weather at sea, the more likely it is to attract sea ghosts. They are sailors who died at sea and are not allowed to be reincarnated, so they come to kill Yang people to save their lives. The little girl pursed her lips, her eyes were shining, and she was immersed in the story.
, following the description of the Taoist priest, he went straight to the bottom of the sea and then straight to heaven.
There was loud thunder outside the ship, and in the shocking shock waves, there was also a low undertone.
"Woo"
The swordsman was startled, "What is the sound?"
The Taoist priest also sat up, "Is it a big whale?"
The old man and the little girl were stunned, they didn't hear anything.
"Woo"
Another sound, clearer, and the sound of the waves could not be stopped.
The old man put down his cigarette pot and got out of the cabin. In the fierce wind and rain, the moonlight poured down on the western sea. A large group of elegant giant beasts jumped out of the sea. Their postures turned in the air, slowly and calmly, and the mountains and seas were overturned.
Similarly, the water waves are like scales, crossing a large piece of moon-like satin.
The whales quickly swam across the corner of the moonlit sea, entered the pressure of dark clouds, and swam past the boat. The old man lay on the side of the boat and looked down. Their shadows were deeper than the dark sea water, and they passed by the bottom of the boat one by one.
Move on.
The old man looked at it dreamily, falling into some kind of memory, and behind him, there was the sound of breaking wood pieces.
One hand rested on the side of the ship.
The little girl poked her head out of the cabin, and lightning flashed across the sky, throwing light, so she could clearly see the man rising from the outside of the ship.
"Ah!" she screamed.
"There's a sea ghost!" The little girl got back into the cabin, and the swordsman rushed onto the deck. The old man suddenly turned around and saw the towering figure.
As for the Taoist priest, his face was pale and he was trembling with his little sister.
"Are you a man? Rush out and exorcise ghosts with Mo Mo!" The little girl laughed angrily at the Taoist priest's cowardly behavior.
The Taoist priest muttered, "Master said that we are land Taoist priests and cannot deal with sea monsters..."
"That's so easy to mess with! Are we doomed?"
"Don't worry, Mo Mo is very capable..."
Bai Zimo stood in front of the man with his sword in hand.
The other party's naked body, as strong as a god, was exposed to the wind and rain, and the lightning flashed, faintly illuminating his eyes, which were like lava, slow and hot.
"Who is your Excellency?" Bai Zimo didn't move his sword. He felt a huge crisis. The person in front of him was definitely not something he could defeat. But even so, the swordsman would still have the courage to draw his sword when facing the enemy.
"My name is Lu Zhengkang!"
Boom!
A sudden bolt of lightning struck the head of the man who called himself Lu Zhengkang, and at the same time thunder exploded. The air wave lifted Bai Zimo away. In mid-air, he saw the old man huddled in the corner, covering his ears with his hands, but blood was leaking out.
, which was caused by internal injuries caused by the loud noise.
Bai Zimo turned over and grabbed the cable, finally not falling into the sea. Looking at the man again, there were thin electric snakes tumbling on his body, like a big cloak, but otherwise he was unscathed!
who is he?
He calls himself Lu Zhengkang, but has there ever been such a person in the world?
Bai Zimo called out to the Taoist priest in a hissing voice, "Safe! Help Uncle Liu in quickly, he is injured!" The loud noise paralyzed his hearing. He only felt his vocal cords vibrating, but could not hear what he was saying.
The Taoist priest stumbled out and looked around. When he saw the face of "Lu Zhengkang", he exclaimed: "Ten thousand people are against Li Dingxun!"
Bai Zimo jumped back to the old man and took out a bottle of fourth-grade purple jade king ginseng powder from his arms to feed the old man, but the old man's whole body was shaking, his muscles were tense, and his teeth were clenched, and he couldn't pry it open.
No matter what you call him, he doesn't deserve it.
"Lu Zhengkang" frowned and looked at the sky.
When he thought of this name, he knew that he was called this name, but why was he punished by God?
Is it because the power of reincarnation blocks past lives?
Or is it that this name is too noble and he is not allowed to use it as a mortal?
"God! Don't be so arrogant! One day I will replace you!" He shouted loudly, but no thunder struck him again, and everything before seemed just an accident.
The Taoist priest walked up to the old man and recited a spell, which was a simple calming spell. The effect was immediate. The old man relaxed and Bai Zimo was able to feed him the medicine.
Li Dingxun came over and said, "This man was injured because of me. I will protect him from death."
When the Taoist priest saw such a naked man, he subconsciously took a few steps away, and then approached him enthusiastically, "Brother, you are the young master of the Lion Phase Sect who challenged the Blood Cult! You are indeed handsome.
oh!"
As soon as the little girl opened the curtain, she saw a pair of square buttocks. She blushed, put down the curtain, and shouted outside: "Little Taoist! Is my grandpa okay?"
Li Dingxun said in a low voice: "He can't die if a certain family is here."
He stretched out his big hand like a cattail leaf fan and covered the old man's stooped chest.
Some memory fragments flashed back, and Li Dingxun remembered the scene of healing people's injuries in the past. This was a memory of his previous life, just blowing on people.
Blow? God?
There was also the churning white ocean. Li Dingxun frowned, suppressed these weird thoughts, and blew a breath at the old man.
A miracle happened simply like this. The old man's gradually dimming eyes suddenly brightened up, like a fully charged flashlight, and he was even healthier than before.
Li Dingxun took back his hand and fell into deep thought.
So, am I so powerful?
The Taoist priest picked up his chin that had fallen on the deck, and looked at each other with Bai Zimo.
At this time, the wind and rain stopped, the dark clouds disappeared, and the sky was filled with stars and moon. Li Dingxun glanced at the lively old man, and then looked at the sparkling sea.