Lingxian Zhenjun

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A series of thunderclaps flew across the gloomy sky, and the flickering lightning illuminated the world below.

Originally it was scorching summer, but the gloomy sky lasted for more than ten days, which made the common people uneasy, thinking that the sky was abnormal, but the traders who traveled all over the country found that no matter how many miles they traveled, they still couldn’t see the sun, and their hearts were full of panic. Immediately zoom in infinitely.

All the towns and cities have told the common people about this vision many times, and the teahouses and restaurants are even more overcrowded, with literati and elegant guests, traffickers, pawns, and heroes of the rivers and lakes, they come to make a pot of tea when they have free time. Ask for the latest news.

"It's been quite a few days. Didn't the master see that summer is coming, so he specially shielded us from the scorching heat?"

"It was cloudy again, and there were thunder and lightning, but not a single drop of rain fell."

"Mr. Zhang, you are a powerful person who can push blessings and disasters, what do you know?"

"It's a joke, I think it's too long to spy on the secrets of the sky, who will support the mother-in-law and children at home?!"

"What the hell is going on then?"

"Who the hell knows, this cloud has lasted for more than ten days, and there is only thunder and no rain, so something strange must happen."

More than a hundred monks from the Wanfo Temple standing in a square formation either held Buddhist umbrellas, duanmuyu, or sat cross-legged, erecting the Buddha seal and reciting scriptures. The scattered monks walked to their familiar positions and stood still. The monk holding the Buddhist umbrella slowly rotated the umbrella in one hand, and quickly shook his mouth towards the sky, reading out the scriptures.

The government did not lie.

In the restaurant near the street, the literati who heard the words, or the merchants and travelers leaned on the fence and looked up the street. A few knights in government robes were galloping out of the city with official documents. The woman with the dustpan was so frightened that she threw her hands away and hid on the side of the street. The dust filled the face of the street vendor next to her, and she was about to scold the woman angrily. Swipe across the drooping branches and smash the lanterns in front of the shops on the street...

"Look, look, look, the government servants are out again."

"Don't go! You kill me." The woman rushed out of the crowd to protect her field with a stick, and shouted hysterically at the yamen servant who pulled her: "I killed someone! The government killed me!"

"It's raining……"

With his gray beard fluttering in the wind, the old monk lowered his eyes and yelled at the monks in front: "Set up the formation!"

Food is the most important thing for the people, whether the crops are harvested well or not, from the emperor, nobles and officials, to the thousands of people in the world are closely related.

The white-haired old woman looked at the kneeling official, with sunken eyes, looked cloudy at the lightning and thunder in the sky, "Ah!" sat down on the ground, and burst into tears.

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Hahaha!
Zhenhai couldn't stop laughing wildly, as if he was insane, the monk's sleeve soaked in water was thrown away, and the Buddhist beads in his hand were thrown directly into the sky, and was forced back to the ground by the rain, falling into a puddle of stagnant water, and the next moment, he was stepped down The monk's shoes are only in the mud.

It wasn't the first time that a few fast horses ran rampant in the market, causing chaos and chaos. This was not the first time, and there were also several groups of government servants who left the city in such a hurry.

"The poor monk Wanfo Temple is called Zhenhai, and he can learn the magic method of the gods in the sky hahaha!"

—Take care of the crops in the field!Or move the people in the villages by the river!
The weather has been cloudy for more than ten consecutive days, and the temperature has dropped sharply. For the crops in the field, it is the season of maturity. The lack of sunshine for more than ten days is a huge threat.

Official letters from the government were distributed throughout the township, not just in this city, counties and counties in Kyushu all over the world, regardless of the Northern Wei Dynasty or the Southern Liang Dynasty, were almost doing the same thing.

At this moment, such a scene was staged in almost every town and village in Kyushu, and many people had more or less heard of such gloomy skies in other places.

The old monk put his hands on his shoulders and shouted in the rain: "The Buddha's light is overflowing!"

What's more, once there is a heavy rain in such gloomy weather, it may not stop in a day or two, causing a major flood, and all villages, villages, towns and cities along the river will be affected. , is an unspeakable disaster.

Water droplets fell from the thick clouds and hit the light film of the illusion. Hearing this imperceptible sound, Chen Yuan, who was standing in front of the wooden building, raised her head and murmured in a low voice.

"Do you want people to live? Seeing that the crops are about to turn yellow, you let us go?!"

Hahaha!
"I'm a crazy monk, how can I be afraid of your muddy image! Hahaha——"

The pouring rain slowed down for an instant, and then fell straight down.

"It's raining!!!" The officials on the ground hissed, "Everyone pack up your belongings, pick up what's easy to take, and follow me!"

"It has been cloudy for more than ten days in a row, how low is the pressure of the dark clouds? You can't see that once the rain falls, the water of this river may completely flood this place, and the crops are gone. You may not die, but When the flood came, everyone couldn't run away."

The old monk moved his body, waving his arms and waving wildly, accompanied by chanting scriptures, the laughter became more rampant.

The raindrops falling from the sky had connected into rainlines at this time, and the monk Zhenhai breathed the damp and cold air, walked to the middle of the monks, and stuck his staff into the mud.

The official letter was sent to towns and villages everywhere. Officials no matter where they are are running on the country roads at the moment, taking their hands to the villages to dissuade them, especially the villages along the river. When they heard that they were going to move, many villagers became red-eyed and picked up hoes and hatchets. I have to do it with the government!

Raindrops fell quickly. Among a group of monks in the far north, the old monk named Zhenhai looked at the water stains on his palms and slowly raised his eyes. One or two drops of rain fell on his forehead and the bottom of his eyes.

Some dissuading officials took off their official robes and threw them on the ground, then knelt in front of the people and pointed to the sky above their heads, which was constantly flashing with lightning.

Soon, it fell to the ground with a light thud, someone felt the coldness, raised his head, and a bean-sized raindrop fell down.

outside.

"Look at this day!"

Whether it is the rich or officials, they will all be pulled up to the level of ordinary people at this moment.

a moment.

The fluttering monk's sleeves followed the Zhenhai monk to stand still, and raised his arms to the sky. His palms seemed to support something, and he sank downward under the pressure. Stand up straight and push back the invisible object in your hand.

"It's raining……"

The old monk burst out laughing suddenly, holding the beads with one hand and stirring them in the rain with the other, he practiced the Great Subduing Mozun Seal, and the splashing rainwater turned into streamers and shot away.

The sound of wooden fish and chanting sutras were mixed together.

"The monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple!"

boom!
There was a thunderstorm, as if he was enraged by him, thunder and lightning streaked across the clouds and fell.

"drink!"

All the monks sitting cross-legged on the ground shouted in unison, quickly got up from the ground, took steps to change formations, changed the scriptures in their mouths, and each of them had a firm look in their eyes, with a faint Buddha light.

One after another gathered together, the golden Buddha light formed a disc, and gradually rose to the sky with the chanting.

"Drink!"

The old monk stepped on his feet, jumped up, crossed the rainy line, and landed on the golden Buddha plate. He sat in a fixed position, and a round of gold suddenly emerged from his body and spread in all directions.