Shinto monks in modern times

I haven't thought about anything quietly for a long time.

In the closed and dark underground, the man held his son who had finally put him to sleep in his arms, took out a cigarette from his arms, and kept it in his mouth without lighting it.

I can't touch the lighter, and I don't know where it fell.There wasn't enough oxygen, and it couldn't have been ordered.

He moved his legs slightly, and immediately gasped.

The earthquake came too suddenly, even though he quickly found a safe place, his leg was still crushed.I don't know if it will be scrapped.

The childish voice of the son came from his arms: "Dad, it's so black..."

"Just sleep and wake up."

The time seemed extremely long in the darkness, and after an unknown amount of time, the son happily said, "Listen, Dad, someone is singing!"

The singing sound is ethereal, seems to be very close, but also seems to be very far away, but it contains an inexplicable magic power, as if all the spiritual energy in the world is gathered in it, making people addicted to it, and there is no extra thought to think about other things .

Many times, people shrink back in the face of disasters, not because they cannot wait for rescue, but because they extinguish their hopes and fall to death while waiting.

The man looked up, a little uncertain: "You can still hear the singing here... Could it be that we are very close to the ground?"

Hope ignited in his heart.

"Honey, did you hear the singing outside?"

"Someone used the stereo?"

"We can hear the voices outside, and the outside should be able to hear our voices too! Hey!"

"Hold on, rescuers are coming soon."

"It is estimated that our place is not far from the ground. If the search and rescue dogs pass by, they should be able to smell the smell. Everyone calm down, keep your strength, and save some water."

"I've never heard such a beautiful song..."

"Psychological effect."

"All gods bless you, everyone is safe..."

……

Little by little hope, like a firefly, gathers into a light golden wish, and throws it into the sky, a big umbrella that rotates slightly.

The Wanmin Umbrella finally stopped spinning.

Song Shi said to the human being on the other end of the phone: "Let's drive over if there are any machines, it's important to save people."

"Wait, aftershock—"

The sword repairer said firmly: "There are no aftershocks."

Song Shi hung up the phone on his face, looked at Su Lian beside him, and said seriously: "This is the orthodox Shinto." He clearly noticed that a few younger monks began to grow vows.

Su Lian was speechless.Golden elixir, Yuanying, Huashen, and suppressing the earth veins are originally the supernatural powers of the peak of Huashen, but now this unseen divine cultivator uses the power of the golden elixir, supplemented by many wishes, and forcibly surpasses two levels. Therefore, even the head of the Kunlun Mountain School, who has a deep prejudice against spiritual cultivation, cannot refute it.

But it's not over yet.

On the huge umbrella surface, the vegetation, mountains and rivers have disappeared, and what resurfaced is the map of City W.The big umbrella replaced the sky, reflecting everything on the ground like a mirror, including those trapped underground——

At this moment, the trapped people seemed to notice something, and raised their heads with hope in their eyes.The monks staring at the umbrella for a moment faced the bright eyes of these human beings who were eager to save, and felt that there was a heavy burden on their shoulders and on the altar.

Life is great, death is heavy.

Some people unconsciously had tears in their eyes.

Because the monks did not do anything lightly or seriously, after Song Shi had a friendly exchange with the search and rescue team, the monks opened their eyes to these humans.

"I'll go... the same scale map..."

Although there were thoughts in my heart like "I went to the gods, it really exists", "Why should I keep it secret?" "I feel that I am more useful than a dog, I am so relieved", etc., the search and rescue team found the survivors quickly. Many, the hackers in the sky are too cruel. After confirming which point someone is digging carefully, coupled with the assistance of search and rescue dogs, the efficiency of saving people has risen to a level that was unimaginable before.

"That..." An earthquake expert stopped the little fat man who looked very friendly: "It's such a fairy, we want to dig up that rock to save people, but the rock is too tightly connected to the surrounding, if it touches the surrounding It will cause a collapse, can you move it?"

"no problem!"

Just move it away!

Commanding in the human world, digging in the realm of comprehension, the cooperation was extremely harmonious. Hu Zhenzhen stood on the periphery, rolled his eyes, and pulled a few cranes to move the stereo.

Always give mortals a reasonable explanation.

He Bei looked up at the always golden sky, and suddenly said, "What time is it?"

The big crane looked at its watch: "Eight o'clock."

"..." Everyone was silent.

The people haven't been saved yet, the umbrella can't be closed yet, and it's still so bright at [-] o'clock in the evening, any fool knows something's wrong, right?Can a mortal government give a reasonable explanation even for this anomaly?

After saving people and resting for a day, the little fox was speechless in front of the TV.

"With the efforts of x search and rescue personnel, medical experts, earthquake experts, and technical support personnel, the casualties of the earthquake were minimized. The search and rescue continued until late at night, and City W just happened to usher in an extreme day..."

When talking nonsense, the news host also had a calm smile on his face and had to accept it.

At the same time, there has been a lot of noise on the Internet:

'A white night at this time?Who would believe it! '

'There must be gods! '

'Don't be so superstitious, maybe the country has figured out how to change the weather?There were n shining satellites in the sky last night? '

'Don't you think the speed of saving people this time is too fast? '

'What does this mean? '

'Is Lan Xiang a graduate who drives the excavator? '

'Your sister!It shows that our country's science has taken a big step forward!There must be new machinery! '

'Think it's the Great Leap Forward?How bold is man, how productive is science?It is obvious that there is an existence similar to Superman to make a move!Mom, I believe in fairy tales again! '

'So it's the three-legged Golden Crow? '

'Ha ha. '

'There are really gods!My dad is on the search and rescue team!I asked him what happened during the rescue, whether there were gods or not, and he made a lot of messy reasons, which sounded reasonable, and my mother and I almost believed it, but he started to worship God!He used to be an atheist, but now he invites Guanyin, the God of Wealth, and so on to his home, and even bought a Jade Buddha at a huge price and sent it to the temple for consecration... What happened in City W couldn't be more obvious! "

'Am I going for real or not? '

"Ji Zhou's statement is definitely a lie, and I can't judge the others. '

'Is there anyone who was rescued, tell me about the situation at that time! '

'Wait, they're all still in the hospital. '

"Woooo, my uncle's leg was crushed..."

"Don't cry if you feel it, it's auspicious for people and heaven." '

……

There were a lot of follow-up matters. When Song Shi got away, he received a message from Feng Yi: 'Go through a catastrophe, don't read it'.

Nascent Soul Tribulation.

Arm-thick thunderbolts fell from the sky, and on the untouched mountain top, there was a doomsday scene.

In this regard, Feng Yi is familiar with the road, not to mention that after the spiritual energy of the earth dissipates, the power of the thunder disaster is much smaller, and there is so much meritorious energy on the Wanmin Umbrella, the whole process of crossing the disaster can be said to be easy and enjoyable.

Feng Yi was not guilty of not being called Little Stone. Anyway, Jianxiu couldn't help much, so he had to worry in vain, and this time the tribulation would be a little scary...

Breaking up all the physical bodies and reuniting them is actually not a big deal, right?

Feng Yi had already been very upset seeing the thin appearance of this descendant of blood.

Where is the congregation?

In the Song Dynasty, they went to the Feng family's mansion, the Great Crane's house, and asked the monks they could find, but no one knew Feng Yi's whereabouts.Cang Yuan smiled and asked: "Is there any place that is a secret between two people?"

Is there such a place?

Jianxiu frowned, thinking hard.

After silently repeating 'rotten wood can't be carved' and 'caring for chaos' several times in his heart, Cangyuan took out a paper crane, let it be contaminated with Feng Yi's breath, and let it fly: "Okay, follow it."

Song Shi: "..."

The place where Jianxiu finally stopped was the small apartment he lived in before moving into the Feng family's villa.

Opening the door, the man in white was sitting with his back to him in the hall, and there were paper cranes on the table in front of him.

Song Shi suddenly became at a loss, and it took him a long time to find a sentence: "Well, are you going to open the teleportation array?" After such a great merit, it was a matter of course to be promoted to Nascent Soul.

As soon as the man in white flicked his sleeves, the quiet paper cranes began to chatter:

'Senior wait for me!My Huanyang Grass is still ten years old! '

'Don't be too busy!How many beauties in the world are waiting for you to discover, how many special products are waiting for you to taste, how many games are waiting for you to become famous, in fact... my master is still in retreat and can’t pack it, senior, please wait! '

'I want to take an apprentice, take an apprentice, take an apprentice—'

'Is the egg swollen halfway through hatching? '

'It will take three years for the wine buried under the tree to be dug up, huh huh'

……

Zhihe, who was leading the way for Song Shi, also said: "Feng Yi, the baby has just landed and hasn't been born yet. It's a bit difficult and we are trying to find a way!" '

Sword repair: "..."

With a chuckle, the man in white turned around and walked towards Song Shi.

His appearance is extremely prosperous, and he can vaguely find the shadow of a few days ago, but if he looks closely, he is another person.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, his smile was clearer than the spring water in the valley, and purer than the clear sky after the rain, as if he was going to ride the wind at any time.

He walked with graceful steps, every step seemed to be stepping on a lotus flower, he was dressed in white and had black hair, and the simple colors seemed to be Yin and Yang poles, reciprocating without interruption.

This is the true appearance of the gods.

It's hard to draw a stroke, and it's hard to paint a picture.

Song Shi held Feng Yi's hand stretched out towards him, feeling dazed for a while.

His son is extremely beautiful.