From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 265 Civilian Aftermath
January 29th, China, Quanzhou, Southern Fujian.

The weather is bleak.

The city of Citong, once known as the "Zou Lu by the Sea", is now closed, with all shops and supermarkets on the streets closed. When the typhoon approached, trees were broken in most areas and billboards were blown away and fell in the mud.

The Meteorological Observatory had already issued a "Typhoon Warning Level IV" at 1:26 on January 8.

According to the Fujian Province's Emergency Plan for Flood Control, Drought Relief and Typhoon Prevention, Nanyue Middle School in Longquan County, Quanzhou, responded to the document's call early on. The school suspended classes and all teachers and students were sent home. Normal classes would resume after the typhoon passed.

QZ City is located on the southeast coast of Fujian Province. Such typhoons are not uncommon for Quanzhou, so unlike adults who are worried about their livelihoods, high school students at home just think that they have a few more days of rare and proper rest time, and they stay at home and have fun all day long.

This is the case with Wang Xianghong. His grades were not outstanding to begin with, and after hastily completing his homework, he devoted himself to the battle between computers and mobile phones.

Their home is a unique privately built villa in the rural area of ​​Minjian. It has three floors and was just completed two years ago. Wang Xianghong lives on the second floor. Once he closes the door, he can lie on the bed and enjoy the canyon.

However, due to the approaching typhoon, the network signal was also affected. After being tricked several times in a row, the four teammates were already listening to the microphones in vain. Wang Xianghong angrily scolded the four for their failures and resigned in disgrace.

After taking off his headphones, Wang Xianghong discovered that the tightly closed windows were being hit by the strong wind and were making loud noises. It was clearly noon, but the weather outside the window was bleak and dim, as if it was still night.

Faced with this kind of meteorological disaster, Wang Xianghong also felt a little nervous and strange, as this typhoon had indeed lasted for too long.

Wang Xianghong stretched and climbed up from the bed. Although he was a fat man, he was very flexible. He walked into the living room in slippers. From a distance, he found a thin figure standing by the window, staring blankly at the cloudy sky.

Wang Xianghong frowned and said, "Cousin, why don't you take a good rest in bed? If grandma sees you later, she will scold me again."

The thin boy just turned his head calmly, looked at Wang Xianghong and smiled easily: "It's okay, my physical condition has improved a lot now, it's always good to move more."

"Okay, whatever."

Wang Xianghong shook his head and stopped caring about this cousin who transferred from Shuchuan last year.

I heard that my cousin had pretty good grades in Shuchuan, but because he fell seriously ill, his aunt transferred him to the small city of Quanzhou for recuperation, which delayed his studies for a year. He had no choice but to be demoted and study in the third year of high school at Nanyue Middle School with him.

I remember when this cousin just came from Shuchuan, his face was as pale as gold paper. He was 1.8 meters tall but weighed less than 80 kilograms. His eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were so dark that they could give people nightmares at first sight.

Wang Xianghong once thought that he would have to eat feasts for two months, but unexpectedly his cousin managed to get through it. Now he uses a bowl of Chinese medicine every day to keep his body healthy. The expenses are huge, and he is also specially allowed to be exempted from doing morning exercises during breaks in school.

For some reason, Wang Xianghong always felt that this cousin seemed to have many stories hidden in him. His eyes didn't look like a high school student at all. Every time they looked at each other, he felt a little scared.

I have asked him many times out of curiosity, but my cousin always evaded the question and refused to explain.

After a simple meal, Wang Xianghong cleaned up the dishes and found that his cousin was still in a daze by the windowsill, which made him curious.

"Cousin, what are you looking at? What's so good about this? It's pitch black and I can't see anything."

Seeing that his cousin didn't answer, Wang Xianghong had no choice but to go up to him.

It was no different from an ordinary typhoon. The strong wind blew through the doors and walls of the houses, making strange noises.

Wang Xianghong turned around and found that the screen of the mobile phone in his cousin's hand was still on, and the content on it was the official report of Fujian Construction on the typhoon.

"It is reported that at 1:20 on January 2, this year's sixth typhoon "Lyuzhi" was formed on the Atlantic Ocean in the European Channel. At 6:5, the center was about 720 kilometers east of Europe, and the maximum wind force near the center was 8. It is expected that the center of the typhoon will move slowly at a speed of 10 to 15 kilometers per hour, and the intensity will gradually increase. It will cross the Caribbean Sea and reach the Pacific Ocean, and enter my country's South China Sea in the evening or night of the 27th."

"Don't you feel that this typhoon is very abnormal?"

Wang Xianghong looked around and realized that it was his cousin who spoke.

Wang Xianghong scratched his head: "Abnormal? What's abnormal?"

The boy turned his head, his eyes flickering with an incomprehensible gleam: "From the Atlantic Ocean through the Caribbean Sea, and then to the Pacific Ocean... How could a normal typhoon cross such a long distance?"

"Forehead……"

Wang Xianghong is a traditional science student. He had not studied geography for almost two years since the college entrance examination. He could not answer the question at all and hesitated for a long time.

"It seems a little special..."

"It's more than that!"

Seeing Wang Xianghong affirm his point of view, the boy seemed a little excited: "Although the typhoon path is ever-changing, it can be summarized into these three:

First, after the typhoon is formed, it moves westward from the ocean east of the Philippines, enters the South China Sea, and lands on the coast of eastern Vietnam, Hainan, or Vietnam.

The second is that the typhoon moves northwestward from the ocean east of the Philippines, passes through Taiwan or the Ryukyu Islands of the Sakura Country, and lands along the coasts of Taiwan, Fujian, and Zhejiang in my country;
Third, the typhoon will move directly from the sea east of the Philippines to the northwest by north, and turn northeast to the cherry blossom country east of 125° east longitude. "

"Moreover, no matter how these three paths change, there are only two laws for the movement of typhoons: a straight path or a parabolic recurved path."

The boy became more and more excited as he spoke, and his face gradually turned red. He pointed out the window, his eyes emitting an unprecedented light: "But this typhoon has no rules at all. Even the experts can't predict the direction it will move in the sea."

"It's like, it's alive!"

Wang Xianghong was overwhelmed by his cousin's professional terms. Looking at his cousin dancing around, he wondered if he had hysteria.

"Cousin, are you trying to tell me something about the eight-headed snake and the blue meteor?"

"But experts have already debunked the rumor. It's just a few leaked photoshopped photos. How could an eight-headed monster snake that can fly hundreds of meters high really exist?"

The boy's excited expression froze, and then he shook his head: "You don't understand."

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Xianghong couldn't help but ask: "Besides, does this have anything to do with us?"

"Our current goal is the college entrance exam. Cousin, you have better grades than me, so you should be able to get into a good university. Even if this typhoon is strange, it's not something we should worry about."

In front of Wang Xianghong, the light in the boy's eyes gradually dimmed.

Yeah, what does it have to do with me?

All the things in the past, that magical world, those mysterious people, those strange stories, are nothing but a dream to me now.

Getting into college, getting married and having kids, just like what I had dreamed of before going through those things, and living an ordinary life is the only thing I can and should do.

The boy seemed a little bored, and the blush on his face was slowly replaced by paleness. He coughed a few times, lowered his head and slowly moved back into the house.

Wang Xianghong looked at his cousin and realized that he seemed to have said something wrong.

He had a vague guess that the reason why his cousin, who was introverted but sunny and healthy before, became what he is now was related to an experience he had in Shuchuan.

Before he fell ill, my cousin dropped out of school and disappeared for a while.

However, regarding that experience, both my cousin and my aunt were very secretive about it, not even telling my grandparents.

Shaking his head and thinking it was weird, Wang Xianghong returned to the room and continued his battle in the canyon.

Without exception, the battle ended with one scolding and four scoldings. The time for preventing minors from becoming addicted was up. Wang Xianghong opened WeChat with an unsatisfied look and started to browse his circle of friends to pass the time.

All of them were trapped at home by the typhoon, and high school students were particularly diligent in posting on their Moments. Because high school students were not proficient in photo editing, the girls did not post much on Moments, and most of them were photos and texts complaining and showing the extent of the typhoon's damage.

The photo shows fallen trees, flooded streets, and electric bikes and bicycles running in the wind.

There were also some videos posted by teachers about large-scale tsunamis caused by typhoons in foreign news. The worst hit countries were Peru and Chile. Towns and houses along the way were submerged by sea water, and some rescue workers were driving boats to carry out rescue operations.

Wang Xianghong scrolled past them one by one, not caring about what was happening abroad at all, until he stopped at a video posted by a classmate.

This is a video sent by squad leader Chen Li at Nan Tian Temple.

The video was taken just after the holiday, and it shows the scene Chen Li captured at Nantian Temple.

Chen Li's grandmother is a Buddhist. Even in such bad weather, she would go to the nearby Nantian Temple to burn incense and fulfill her vows. This is also a common feature of many old men and women in southern Fujian.

Chen Li was worried, so she followed her grandmother to Nantian Temple.

However, an accident still happened due to the fierce typhoon. The video shows heavy rain, and an awning was blown by the typhoon and rushed towards the direction of the video.

The video image shook, and Wang Xianghong heard Chen Li's scream among the crowd. Just as he was getting worried, a female Taoist priest suddenly appeared in the picture.

There was actually a Taoist priest in the Nan Tian Temple Buddhist Zen Temple, and she was a female one. Can you believe it?
The video quality is average, and we can't see the Taoist woman's appearance clearly, but her temperament is quite graceful, like a light cloud covering the moon. Her skills are extremely amazing. She steps lightly on her socks and actually controls the awning that is blown by the strong wind in the heavy rain. After fixing it, she walks towards the camera in the rain.

The video ends here. Chen Liwen said in the case that the female Taoist priest came to persuade the people to evacuate and go home. Then, the Nan Tian Temple began to close to prevent any danger and no longer received tourists.

The video was played out loud, but Wang Xianghong didn't care and wanted to continue watching.

"Go back and play that video again!"

Wang Xianghong was startled and turned around, only to find that his cousin had been attracted to him and was staring at the screen of his mobile phone.

Although it was strange, Wang Xianghong still did it.

The video was played several times in succession, and in the end Wang Xianghong simply handed the phone to his cousin.

The final scene freezes on the female Taoist priest walking towards the camera.

The rain in the video was so heavy that the faces were still not visible.

However, Wang Xianghong was surprised to find that his cousin's body was actually trembling slightly...

"Cousin, are you okay?"

Wang Xianghong's knuckles turned slightly white from using too much force, and he took a lot of effort to pry the phone back from his cousin's hand.

"Why are you so excited? Do you also like Chen Li, that tigress and snitch?"

Thinking that his cousin was worried about Chen Li, he made a teasing remark. Wang Xianghong looked up and was stunned for a moment.

I don't know when, my cousin's face was already covered with tears.

"It's them, it's really them."

"They came to Quanzhou. This typhoon is indeed related to them, not... to that man."

Wang Xianghong was confused listening to his cousin's incoherent words.

"They, who are they?"

However, his cousin did not answer his question, but suddenly grabbed his shoulders.

Wang Xianghong instinctively tried to break free, but found that his cousin, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was incredibly strong, and his weight of 160 pounds could not escape the grip of two hands.

"Don't you want to know what I went through when I dropped out of school and disappeared in Shuchuan?"

Wang Xianghong nodded blankly.

"I can tell you, but that world is too big, too mysterious, too dangerous and too fascinating. If you don't see it with your own eyes, you won't believe it."

"Do you want to go see that world with me?"

There were so many emotions in my cousin's eyes: regret, reminiscence, and more of longing.

"So, that world?"

Looking at his cousin's eyes, Wang Xianghong's heart began to pound and his body trembled for no reason.

He thought of a rumor that had been circulating on the high school campus recently, the giant snake and blue light in the typhoon and tsunami in the photo that had been debunked by experts, and the several Taoist scriptures that were always placed on the desk in his cousin's room...

His throat felt a little dry for a moment, and he couldn't speak incoherently.

"Cousin, what are you going to do?"

"Take me to Nan Tian Temple. There, you will find everything you want to know."

Nantian Temple is not far from Wang Xianghong’s home. Wang Xianghong has no idea how many times he has been to Nantian Temple since he was a child.

But when Wang Xianghong heard his cousin's request, he was still surprised and said, "You are asking for your life. What time is it now? It's a typhoon. If I take you there, my grandparents and aunt will beat me to death!"

"Even if you don't take me, I will go by myself."

Wang Xianghong felt his arms loosen and his cousin was already standing at the door of the room.

"I've lost a lot because of my stupidity."

The boy let out a bitter laugh: "I don't want to live in a muddle anymore... After a person has experienced that world, how can he be willing to return to being ordinary again?"

"At least, I want to take another look at that world."

The boy's tone was particularly depressed and complicated. After that, he ran downstairs.
"Dry!"

Wang Xianghong roared, hesitated for a long time, and quickly followed.

"Cousin, why are you walking so fast? I didn't say I wouldn't take you with me!"

"Wait for me, I'm going, brother, don't you even have an umbrella and a raincoat?"

"Brother, please be quiet and don't disturb the sleeping old man and old woman!"

I want to make the story as realistic as possible. As you can probably guess, the perspective will slowly shift back to China.

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