No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 194
On the gate, there are fewer and fewer people.

Under the gate, there are more and more people in the water.

In the crowd, young and strong men stood up one after another, followed the backs of the people in front silently, and jumped off the gate.

The "semicircle"-shaped piping that had been washed away by the previous waves of furious waves was gradually filled up again.

On the sluice and dam, only women, children, old and young, and officials and villagers who really can't swim are left.

On the water surface below the dam, the people who jumped into the water huddled together in order to resist the turbulent waves.

Some men grabbed wooden stakes and bamboo poles that had not been washed away under the water, and some men stuck close to the dam wall to prevent them from being washed away by wind and waves.

In the end, the people floating in the water formed a human wall similar to a barrier. The inner layer and the outer layer were stacked together, which seemed to form a relatively stable balance.

Ouyang Rong, who jumped into the water first, floated in front of the human wall.

The function of this human wall is not to block the water, but to slow down the impact of the water flow.

The people used their flesh as sandbag filler to suppress the water potential and block the flowering pipes in the gaps in the sluice wall.

Buy time for the dam to survive disintegration and collapse.

There were still a few frightened priests of the Dragon King Temple on the gate. The scene of Ouyang Rong beheading the middle-aged priest just now broke their psychological defense.

It's just that Ouyang Rong didn't have time to deal with them.

But at this moment, the villagers who stayed on the sluice and dam spontaneously surrounded them angrily, lifted these priests who pretended to be ghosts, and threw them into the water, regardless of whether they could swim or not.

Since you keep saying that there is a Dragon King, then go down and look for it, and see if it will appear to save you.It can't be just the warriors standing at the front, filling the water with your flesh, while you shamefully shrink back...

Ouyang Rong didn't know the simple emotions of these people. Like most people in the audience, he was tense and kept paying attention to the situation of the sluice dam.

I saw that the phenomenon of turning flowers and sand on the water surface between the cracks in the sluice and dam walls disappeared.

It seemed that the water was blocked by the human walls in front of him, and the water flow slowed down.

The piping was suppressed.

The gates went up and down, and everyone was relieved.

However, Ouyang Rong, who is floating on the water at this moment, knows in his heart that this is only a temporary relief from the crisis. As long as the heavy rain in Yunmengze does not stop, the crisis will not be resolved...

Time passed by minute by minute.

On the water surface below the dam, the "human wall" led by Ouyang Rong has been soaked in the water for most of the day.

In the meantime, the torrential rain continued, and the water waves in Yunmengze were sometimes rough and sometimes soothing.

And every surging wave hit the "human wall" in front of the crack in the wall.

Sometimes there are courageous men who can't hold on, break away from the human wall, almost sink to the bottom of the water, or be carried away by a wave, but in the end they are all rescued to the sluice dam, and the villagers rush to take care of them.

For those who remained in the water, their bodies soaked in the water were already white and wrinkled, just like the white bread that Ouyang Rong had eaten in his previous life.

"Tan Lang."

On the gate dam, Ye Weilai knelt and sat on the edge of the water, holding the knife tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks, and every once in a while she worriedly called out Ouyang Rong's name to make sure he was still there.

Behind her, among the crowd of villagers delivering food and taking care of the wounded, stood a slender and delicate young girl silently.

Xiu Niang stared blankly at the sky above the human wall led by Ouyang Rong.

Obviously at this moment, the sky above Yunmengze, including Digongzha, is covered with overcast clouds, covering the sky and covering the sun, making it difficult to distinguish day from night.

But Xiu Niang still stared at the sky above, her small face was dazed, as if she had seen some kind of magnificent scene.

The handsome and dumb girl from Yunmengze opened her mouth, and couldn't help saying "ah" twice... Aside from congenital defects, who said that my family's Tan Lang is not suitable for Qi training?

However, in the next second, Xiu Niang, who was looking up, suddenly frowned.

She looked around, and the figure suddenly disappeared in place, and after three breaths, it returned to the same place.

No trace of movement could be seen.

In the eyes of the senior sisters of the sect, this well-behaved little junior sister who is quiet and gentle, and has always been good-tempered, has some confusion and doubts on her delicate face.

There seemed to be... a little anger in the beautiful and clear lacquered eyes.

In an instant, Ouyang Rong, who was floating on the water below with a pale face, was crushed by all the waves higher than half a foot [-] meters away.

It exploded into a cloud of mist flying all over the sky.

And the pieces of wood and sundries swept in the waves were all cut into thin paper by some invisible sharp thing, and lost their harm to her family, Tan Lang.

It's just that these strange scenes are all covered by the thick fog with extremely low visibility on Yunmeng Lake.

Ouyang Rong and the others who formed the human wall at the tunnel can only find that the fog in the distance seems to be stirred by some kind of strong wind, but the thick fog still cannot be blown away.

In addition, Ouyang Rong and the others were nervous about this for a while, thinking that it was a precursor to another raging wave, but the water wave rolling in from the thick fog in the distance was surprisingly smooth, with white foam and harmless sawdust Scum, they were surprised for a while.

What people don't know is.

A certain mute cook girl named Xiu Niang was rarely angry... Even if Ouyang Rong had a tryst with that little junior sister named Xie at night and was intimate face to face, she would not be so angry.

Who is secretly stealing Tan Lang's "Qi"? !

……

Longcheng County.

The streets were empty.

Penglang Ferry is also in a mess, without a single boat.

As far as the eye can see, on the west bank of Butterfly Creek, the sword furnaces standing in a forest have been turned off, and the craftsmen have completely evacuated.

In Xiaogushan, compared with the crowded and noisy Liu family mansion on the mountain at the moment, a secluded lawn halfway up the mountain is extraordinarily quiet.

An old swordsmith was standing alone on the lawn with a wine jar.

The raindrops wet the gray linen on his body, changing it to a darker color.

The old man paid no attention to it, raised his head to drink, and glanced south from time to time.

His eyes ignored the empty Longcheng County and the distant Dagu Mountain, and turned to the direction of the Yuenv Gorge upstream of the Butterfly Creek.

Behind the old swordsmith who drank in the rain, there was a sword furnace that had been out of flame for many years, and the door was wide open.

The mountain wind and rain poured into the sword furnace room.

There is a sword casting furnace in the furnace room, and the round iron door is open, shaking "squeaky" in the howling wind and rain that broke into the furnace room.

There was a sharp sound of iron bolts rubbing against rust, which was a bit ear-piercing.

The sword-casting furnace with the furnace door open was as empty as the previous few times.

On the lawn outside the house, the old swordsmith looked south, sipping wine from time to time.

At a certain moment, the old man put down the jug and nodded slightly in the direction of Di Gongzha:
"Little guy, he's full after drinking, and he's even more greedy than this old man.

"Heh, this is the first time a monk who has been a monk for a lifetime breaks the precepts, eats too much vegetarian food, and eats big fish and meat with oily stars?

"By the way, since you like food and drink so much, what name should I give you... Our master is a little particular... Hiccup... The first sword is called Longevity Medicine... The second sword is called Lulu , and later changed its name to Chidi... the third sword, facing the second sword..."

The old swordsmith was so familiar with his treasures, he lowered his head and murmured softly:
"These are good names, but they are too elegant, too elegant, and they are dedicated to princes and generals at first glance.

"There used to be a sword named Hanshi, but in the end, Hanshi was not enough... Hanshi eventually became a prince and general...

"What should I call you?"

The old swordsmith had a little drink in his mouth, muttering like an old drunk.

For a while, it was a bit nerve-wracking.

Sowing discord among the three Liu brothers had never bothered him so much.

But it's true, in the folks, older people, who are old and have children, are very fond of them. It's natural to search for a good name, and I can't wait to devote my whole life to it.

What's more, is this made by an old craftsman who has waited for most of his life for a sword?

……

The other end of Longcheng County.

On Dagu Mountain, there are crowds of people from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and the world is full of fireworks.

However, a certain underground palace on the mountain, just like the name, is indeed a pure land on this crowded and chaotic Dagu Mountain.

Although this Pure Land Palace has been abandoned, a well exit was opened in the ceiling in the center of the underground palace.

But even though it was raining outside right now, it wasn't raining or seeping in.

The wellhead outside Gein's underground palace was built in a pavilion surrounded by stone railings.

But at this moment in the underground palace, there was a young monk with a haggard complexion, standing directly below the mouth of the well, looking up.

The young monk was dressed in shabby cassock, his body was dirty, and there was some pastry residue at the corner of his mouth, which was a gift from the delicate and dumb girl who visited the underground palace and revisited the old place that night.

The young monks hiding in the pure land only twist one piece every day and taste it carefully.

The day is going pretty well.

As for the fast food in the monastery sent by Xiufa, Xiudu and other disciples every day, the young monk didn't like to eat it very much, and the pastry made by the dumb girl full of mythology and spirituality was delicious.

We have come to the Pure Land, so we must eat something good, right?It's not that they are still trapped in that broken hell.

By the way, I forgot to mention that his dharma name is Xiuzhen, and a young county magistrate once mistakenly called him "Master I Don't Know".

But although he was laughed at by everyone, only "Master I Don't Know" knows clearly that there is really an endless hell outside.

This is the pure land of lotus.

At this moment, there was obviously no rain falling from the mouth of the well overhead, but Xiuzhen, who was standing below the mouth of the well and in front of the lotus pedestal in the center of the underground palace, leaned back slightly and took a step away, as if she was hiding from something and couldn't avoid it.

He raised his head and mouth, looking at the mouth of the well.

The young monk seemed to be staring at something, lost in thought.

"Hey, it's obviously an endless hell, how can there be 'Qi', like a sword piercing into the sky? Weird, weird..."

Xiuzhen shook her head, her mouth full of surprise.

He looked around for a while, and at a certain moment, the expression on his dirty face suddenly changed from bewildered to surprised.

Xiuzhen twisted her skinny body, trotted towards the edge of the underground palace, and came to the mural of "Quick Eyes Wangshe Eye" on the west side.

His bald head leaned forward and looked at the murals.

"this is not."

Xiuzhen shook his head in disappointment, but he didn't stop for a moment. Around the edge of the underground palace, he ran to another mural and looked up at it.

"This is not... this is not... Hey! It's this!"

Xiuzhen passed three Buddha Jataka murals successively, including "Quaimu Wangsheyan", "King Shibi Cutting Meat and Trading Pigeons" and "Moonlight King Shishou", and shook his head in frustration, but in the end, he was at the last place on the east side. Stop in front of the murals of Buddha Jataka!
Prince Satyu sacrificed his life to feed the tiger.

The young monk suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at the sad-faced Buddha on the dark wall, who jumped off the cliff and was lying on the ground feeding a tiger with dim paint. He laughed loudly:

"That's it! Exactly the same, interesting, interesting!"

In the empty underground palace, a crazy monk danced and ran to the lotus pedestal in the center of the underground palace, and then to the mural of Buddha Jataka on the east side of the underground palace.

He ran back and forth between the two.

Looking up at the mouth of the well for a while, and looking closely at the murals for a while, it seems to have discovered something, compared something, and confirmed something.

"Amitabha."

Until a certain moment, Xiuzhen's ecstatic expression faded away.

He stood in the center of the underground palace with a solemn and solemn face, clasped his hands together, looked up at the breath, his eyes were full of confusion and distress:
"But above is the endless hell, how can there be such a 'qi'? Where is the lotus pure land..."

Monk Wangqi, looking around.

It's a pity that the suspicious voice only echoed in the underground palace, but no one answered.

After all, just ask yourself.

In the abandoned underground palace, no one knew about this strange scene.

……

In Yunmengze, the rainstorm continued.

Somewhere below Digong Gate, on the surface of the waves.

The human wall remains.

Ouyang Rong, Liu Ashan and the others couldn't tell what time it was and how long it had been since they dived.

I only remember intermittently that the people around me seem to have changed crop after crop. Those who were dizzy from the waves of the water, those who were exhausted and hungry, and those who fell ill from exhaustion were all picked up by the villagers one by one, and then woke up to recover. Went into the water again to change shifts.

Ouyang Rong, who was at the front, was soaking in the dirty water with a lot of sundries and debris wearing only his underpants.

Occasionally, he looked a little dazed, only feeling that the whole world around him was filled with water, surrounded by water.

And above the dam above the head, the faces of the walking crowd and looking down.

Ouyang Rong couldn't see clearly, his vision was covered by light, water droplets, sand, stone and sawdust.

It vaguely looks like Ye Weilai's small white-haired head... This is quite recognizable.

until a certain moment.

Rumbling--

There was another dull and loud noise in the thick fog in the distance.

The familiar sound... Like the raging waves just now, it should be the mountains along the coast of Yunmengze not far away. During the continuous torrential rain, another mudslide occurred and poured into the water of Yunmengze Lake.

Hearing that the sound is not too far away, another wave of raging waves is coming.

Some desperate exclamations sounded from the sluice dam.

Ouyang Rong, who stood at the front of the human wall, was suddenly awakened from a trance.

Facing the dense fog that was billowing violently in front of him like a prelude, he suffocated for breath.

But in the thick fog, the first raging wave of the lake that swept through the debris of the trees was not even [-] meters away from the human wall led by Ouyang Rong.

In the next instant, a snow-white sword light flew towards the dam directly above Ouyang Rong's head.

The first raging wave was split open and exploded into a monstrous mist of water.

This is the case with the second raging wave.

The same goes for the third raging wave...

If you dare to strike as many as you want, just chop as many as you want.

On the sluice dam, there are female swords coming out constantly.

Qi trainer?
This is... the junior sister is back?
Ouyang Rong's bloodless face froze for a moment, thinking to himself.

In a daze, he swallowed, wiped his face with his hand, balanced his body, tried to raise his head, and looked at the sluice above his head.

But the vision is still blurred, and only the same exclamation can be heard from above.

And this movement of raising his head as hard as he could, seemed to exhaust the last strength of Ouyang Rong, who was already weak and cold.

Suddenly a burst of dizziness hit, and I couldn't tell the direction in a trance.

No matter how hard it is to hold on.

And as Ouyang Rong's consciousness gradually became blurred, many people's calls began to ring in his ears one after another.

"Mingfu has fainted! Come on, send it up quickly!"

"Come on people!"

"Tan Lang..."

"Ah...ah..."

Ouyang Rong vaguely seemed to hear two voices calling from different women.

A white-haired maid who belonged to his family, and the one behind... a little strange, but also a little familiar, as if he heard it in a dream when he was young in the depths of his memory, it seemed to be a memory of this life, but no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult recall.

It's like you forget the name of a childhood playmate, and one night you think of her figure in your memory, but you can't blurt out the name that should have been said very smoothly for a while.

It's the feeling of being on the doorstep.

Ouyang Rong, whose consciousness was gradually sinking, had no strength to think... Wait, could it be an auditory hallucination before death?

He didn't forget to rant at the end.

Ouyang Rong felt that the voice in his ears gradually became farther away.

Until a soft, cotton candy-like dream wrapped him up.

(End of this chapter)