Quick travel god stick demeanor

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, falling on the ground like falling stones, the clouds above the head were as black as ink, the sky was as dark as night, the strong wind tore the trees and houses, and some thatched roofs were blown away, leaving only bare house, the host screamed in despair.

Birds and animals are hiding in their lairs, even if they are hungry, they dare not go out in the heavy rain.

With a bang, the silver thunder and lightning tore apart the black clouds, lit up most of the sky, and also illuminated the faces of many terrified people.

Wu Jiahui is a rare scholar in the village, and has been praised by his master and classmates, so he is very famous in the village, not much worse than the clan elders.Although his father was reticent, he had a lot of strength and was kind, so he was not bad in popularity.

When the father and son went to the patriarch's house, the patriarch, who was a little uneasy, seemed to have received understanding and support. He organized people to knock on the door and persuaded the villagers to leave quickly.

No one dared to underestimate such a major matter, and no one dared not take it seriously, so it was not difficult to persuade.

Time is running out, and most of the villagers only pack the most important food, clothes, and money. The large pieces of furniture and farm tools can only be left in place, and the harvest in the field can only be given up in pain.

Father Wu wore a bamboo hat on his head and a coir raincoat on his body. He tied his youngest son firmly to his chest, and carried on his back the melons, fruits, vegetables, rice, seasonings, and bowls and chopsticks harvested from the field yesterday.Wu's mother carried the family's clothes and quilts on her back. Wu Jiahui wrapped his pen, ink, paper, inkstone and books in an oilcloth, held his sister in one hand, and walked slowly with the large team.

The villagers walked on the muddy road with deep feet and shallow feet.

Wu Jiahui couldn't help thinking, if the monks are vegetarians, then the master seems to be a good person, otherwise he wouldn't have reminded them, yesterday he wrapped the dirty dog ​​in cassock and picked him up without any distaste.

With Heitan following him, it should be fine, right?

Not long after everyone left the village, instead of the sharp thunder, a dull rumbling sound came from behind.

Wu Jiahui stopped involuntarily, turned his head backwards, and saw the mountains around the village slowly collapse, as if Kuafu had been hit hard and fell down. It is difficult for people who have not seen this scene to describe it with their own eyes. That feeling of falling apart.

Shock, fear, fear and other emotions filled Wu Jiahui's chest, and his eyes were so wide that they felt sore.

He and death are one step away and pass by each other.

Then he watched in disbelief, after the collapse of all the mountains, the flood came out of nowhere, submerged the houses and fields in the village in the blink of an eye, turning into a dirty ocean.

At this time, everyone is not big enough to move on.

Some children were so frightened that they cried loudly, and the adults were also very uncomfortable.

"The land I planted so hard is gone."

"What will I eat and where will I live in the future?"

"When will the torrents stop? Can the next season's rice seedlings be planted?"

"Fortunately, the people have come out, and the family can be built after the people are still there."

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In the round sky, the sky is supported by eight pillars reaching to the sky, and strong ropes are tied to the four corners of the earth. The sun, moon and stars are in the sky, turning continuously according to the orders of the gods, and shining on the world in turn.

Suddenly, Gonggong touched Buzhou Mountain angrily, the pillars supporting the sky broke, and the ropes tied to the earth also broke.

So the sky tilts to the northwest, and the sun, moon and stars also move to the northwest.The mighty water of the Tianhe River poured back to the southeast corner, and then leaked out to the world, like the Yellow River waterfall, crashing to the earth.

The world soon became a vast ocean, and the flood washed away everything—houses, crops, mountains, temples, pagodas, etc.

Some people survived fortunately, holding trees and drifting with the water, but they were homeless and had no food to eat, and soon lost their strength and fell into the water to die. Despair spread like a plague.

In the end, there were pieces of corpses floating on the ocean, including human and animal corpses.Scavenging vultures perch on these stinking carcasses, content to eat.

From a bird's-eye view, it looks like piles of ants floating on the pond.

"Ah—" the magistrate screamed, and woke up from the nightmare. He was panting heavily, with cold sweat on his back, and lingering fear.

Rainwater hit the tiles, crackling.

The magistrate was a little confused, am I still alive?

With the return of thoughts, Zhifu's mind became more and more clear, thinking of the nightmare he had, and the Buddha who later pulled him out of the nightmare, the Sanskrit sounds were endless, and the Buddha's light illuminated the earth.

This is no accident.

This must be a warning from God, and I should accept this warning and take action to avoid being punished by God.

The magistrate believed that the flood was coming, and soon took active and effective measures to prevent and relieve the disaster.

Zhizhou, who is in charge of the military, also had the same dream. He mobilized his soldiers to cooperate with the prefect's orders.

Because of the preparation, the damage caused by the flood was less than imagined.

When Wu Jiahui's family came to the city, a porridge shed had already been set up at the gate of the city, and several long queues had formed.

The strong men in charge of distributing the porridge first grabbed a handful of soil from the ground, threw it into the pot, stirred it a few times with a large spoon, and then yelled loudly: "The porridge is given! The porridge is given!"

Niu Niu, who loves cleanliness, saw it and said in bewilderment, "Hey! It's so dirty! Why did they throw mud into the porridge?"

But in just a few days, Wu Jiahui seemed to have grown up overnight, faded from his youthfulness, and became mature and stable.

He thought for a while, and said slowly to his sister: "This is to ensure that all the porridge for disaster relief reaches the mouths of those in need."

After all, Niu Niu was young and inexperienced. After hearing the explanation from her elder brother, she was still puzzled.

Wu's father and Wu's mother understood.

Niu Niu shook her elder brother's sleeve and said coquettishly, "Brother!"

"Look, the porridge is dirty, who will eat it?"

Niu Niu touched her growling belly and said, "We'll go eat."

"Yes, we disaster victims will eat."

"Oh." Niu Niu seemed to understand.

She knew that she would soon have hot porridge to eat. Although it was dirty, she was really hungry, and it didn't matter if it was dirty.

Soldiers armed with weapons patrolled the neighborhood to maintain order.The gates and walls of the city are heavily guarded to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to make trouble.

At the same time as the villagers walked out of the village, Xie Ange released his consciousness, and the golden shimmering consciousness stretched out quickly, and soon caught the sky.

In the eyes of monks, the biggest difference between humans and animals is the soul.The human soul, whether old, young, or young, is extraordinarily powerful compared to the tiny animal souls.

When Xie Ange closed his eyes and searched and rescued with his spiritual sense, the souls of human beings stood out in the boundless darkness, like bright lights lit up, very conspicuous, while the light on those animals was much smaller than that of human beings, which made people feel The two can be easily distinguished.

He used to be a strong man at the level of an Earth Immortal. Although he did not bring his cultivation base after reincarnating as a human being, his spiritual consciousness came with his soul, so the search range of his spiritual consciousness was extremely large, covering the area affected by the disaster.

The light of the soul, some scattered, some gathered; some are still bright, some are about to go out.

Xie Ange took off the beads worn around his neck and threw them into the air. The one hundred and eight beads scattered, and soon became the size of a millstone, and then quickly became the size of a boat. Then the center of the beads sank, and the two ends became The tips grew longer, until they became one hundred and eight light, strong ships.

These ships had no oars, no sails, and no people to drive them. Following Xie Ange's will, they sailed towards the worst-affected areas like arrows leaving the string, and disappeared into the vast ocean in the blink of an eye.

One of them headed southeast and stopped by a mud hut.

This is a fairly large village, with about 2000 people. Because there was no time to avoid the disaster, they could only stay by the temple in front of the village.The temple is very small, and villagers usually come here to offer incense. Next to it is an unusually huge banyan tree.

This banyan tree is more than ten feet high, and its canopy stretches out like floating clouds, making it as big as a small forest.Its bark is dark gray because it is under the canopy all day and does not see the sun. The long and narrow oval leaves are dark green, forming dark green in the dark, and the edges of the leaves are shiny.

Numerous brown aerial roots hang down from the crown of the tree, and the villagers climbed to the tree along these aerial roots, saving their lives.

Although they survived, they were so hungry that they could only eat the leaves of the banyan tree.

Adults can still hold on, but children have weak stomachs, and eating the leaves makes them uncomfortable. The wet bark is very slippery, and a child accidentally fell off.

"what--"

The child didn't know that he was facing death, but his mother screamed when she saw it.

"Little tiger!"

The boat transformed by Xie Ange arrived at this time, it slid directly under Xiaohu and caught him.

Although Xiaohu fell all over the place and rolled several times on the boat, his life was safe and sound.

Huang Osmanthus, who was holding a child in her arms, cried out in a crying voice: "Little Tiger, are you okay? Does the fall hurt?"

Xiaohu, staring at gold stars, shook his little head, got up and said to his mother: "Mother, I'm fine." He touched the deck again, raised his head and looked around, "Mother, this boat is so big!"

The villagers also yelled at one another.

"Where did this boat come from? Was it dragged by the water ghost?"

"Nonsense, where does the water ghost have such great abilities? I think it must be sent by the land god to save us!"

"That's right, the people in Rongshu Village usually worship the land god the most diligently! They also offer the most incense!"

"..."

Chatting and chatting, discussing and discussing, the villagers talked enthusiastically, but they didn't dare to board the boat.

Xiaohu ran around on the boat, jumped a few more times, and found that the boat was very strong, so he hurriedly shouted: "Mother, get off quickly! I tried it, this boat is very strong."

Huang Osmanthus sat on a tree branch. She was much luckier and more comfortable than the average person on the tree, but she was holding her youngest son, and now she was so tired that her hands were almost limp.

She gritted her teeth, "Little Tiger, that boat is too far away, mother can't get off!"

As soon as the words fell, the boat seemed to understand her words, moved closer to Huang Osmanthus's position, and floated up so that she could jump off.

Huang Guihua was stunned by the operation of the ship.

"Is this—is it a sperm?"

Thinking that Xiaohu was still below, Huang Guihua jumped onto the boat without hesitation for long.

After a while, it was found that Huang Guihua and Xiaohu were all right, and the villagers boarded the boat one after another, and then were carried by the boat to a place that was not affected by the disaster.