Chapter 800: Kill the candle in the snow and enjoy the thunder in the sky? (Happy Lantern Festival~)
The Great Buddha of Donglin collapsed.
The collapse broke in front of everyone in Xunyang Grottoes.
The young man in Confucian shirt, with three tubes of spiritual ink, just used up.
On the field, apart from the surging sound of the river slapping against the gravel of the Buddha, there was a dead silence.
No matter how hard the people in the court were preventing the destruction of Buddha.
It is still today that the methods are coming out, and the snow-in-chief Zhu, Wu Daozi and others are storming the Donglin Buddha.
They all returned silently, watching the scene of the giant Buddha in front of them collapsed the Shenjiang River.
The afterglow of the sunset, the Buddha dismembered himself and sunk into the river.
This scene is faintly poetic.
If there were no follow-up waves, the sound of water hitting the Eagle Stone would be even better.
Unfortunately, in this era, the scene of great changes will inevitably represent huge destructive power, accompanied by huge sounds.
The fall of the Great Buddha in the river caused the river surface to rise by several feet for no reason.
The shock wave caused by the collapse pushed up a wave of rivers dozens of feet high to hit the peaks and the north and the north sides respectively.
The south bank is farther away, and when the river waves rush to the shore, it has slowed down a lot.
But the main cave and the north bank where everyone is located are not so lucky.
The closest price is that the river water surges, and a wave of waves rushes to the open space of the main grottoes.
However, when everyone subconsciously avoided the escape, the young man in Confucian clothes still stretched out his hands behind his back, and the wind was light and cloudy.
I saw that the waves of the river were approaching the main grotto, and the above was like a huge pressure, pressing the big waves back into the river.
Dajiang's power was calmed down by another power!
There is no "storm" caused.
With a certain ban on it, even the waves of rivers cannot "fly" it.
The river slowly retreated.
The loud waves gradually subsided.
Except for the river fish that are playing curiously around the Buddha's head in the sunset;
There is also a golden Buddha's head that is above the river, symbolizing the noble appearance.
Everything returns to normal.
The sunset slowly sets, the surging river water continues to rush, and the fish swim in the shallow bottom, day and night.
The collapse and destruction of a great Buddha does not seem to be a big deal to them.
Today, the positive and negative game and fierce battle around the Donglin Buddha in the pinnacle of the Twin Peaks is not a big deal for them, and they are still there a hundred years later.
The same seems to be true for a young man in Confucian clothes on the platform of the main grotto at this moment.
Ouyang Rong clapped his hands and turned around and asked everyone with a smile:
"Why don't everyone talk?"
Zhuzhu in the snow, Wu Daozi, Wei Shaoqi and others all turned their heads and silently looked at Shen Buddha on the river.
"Ho ho ho..."
The old woman with white eyes next to Ouyang Rong had broken dantian, coughed violently, vomited three liters of blood, was hunched over and curled, covering her abdomen, and kneeling on the ground.
The Yin-Yang family's purple Qi Qi Refiner lowered his head deeply, unable to see his expression at this moment, and some slight sounds came from his mouth that was vomiting blood, as if he was extremely painful, as if he was eaten by an insect.
Yi Qianqiu, Lao Yangtou and others stood there, staring at Ouyang Rong's back intently.
A girl in purple-clothed palace dress stood in the center of a high platform, and her palms stretched out from the air had been retracted at some point.
The inscription engraved with "The two of them worked together to create a Buddha" was on top of her head.
Rong Zhen stood under the lotus dome and looked straight at the golden Buddha's sinking river, speechless for a long time.
Next to the high platform, there were no ten left, gathering the remaining female officials in white and soldiers of the imperial guards, with their eyes either confused or scared, and their weapons fell at their feet one by one. Like the superiors, they lost their direction and lost something.
It's hard to explain.
Everyone in the audience turned their heads and looked at Ouyang Lianghan who was smiling.
They gradually understood what this young man in Confucian shirt was doing.
No wonder he used the Donglin Buddha without any regard for snatching the Great Buddha Formation. Even when he had a tripod, sword, and sword, he dared to end up consuming golden light to penetrate four hammers with one to penetrate four.
He was not willing to use up all the golden sword energy of [Emperor Wen].
Because the Buddha was about to be destroyed, it was considered a waste to be used.
Wei Shaoqi covered his mouth and coughed violently. With Du Shuqing's support, he stood up and saluted to the high platform:
"Ouyang...What is your intention to do this? Is it because of the affection of Yuedi's daughter? Today, the flood has really washed away the Dragon King Temple..."
With the lessons of Madam Song, who is a teammate, Wei Shaoqi is a little more rigorous and does not get close to it.
Ouyang Rong asked curiously:
"I can build this Buddha and destroy it. What do you think?"
In addition to saying this to Wei Shaoqi and others, this sentence also seemed to be said to Rong Zhen and others.
Everyone on the high platform, including Rong Zhen, looked at the back of the young man in Confucian clothes with extremely complicated eyes.
They knew very well that Ouyang Lianghan's words were right. This Buddha was indeed built by him, but they were kicked out not long ago.
What did he feel like at the beginning seem to have made them taste it now.
"Dongdong--"
Ouyang Rong held the bronze scroll in one hand and gently patted the gourd around his waist with the other, as if signaling everyone to see it.
He said sincerely:
"Okay, are there anyone who has any opinions or wants to leave? If not, we should talk about the serious business. It's a pity that I'm sorry to have to wait for so long."
Everyone was silent.
Opinions? Leave?
The Buddha destroyed it as soon as he said it, and a cauldron sword that had been used to set up a sword was still hanging high above everyone's heads.
Do they dare to have any objections?
Wei Shaoqi's face was helpless. At this time, he found that Mr. Wu next to him seemed to be looking at the great lady.
Wei Shaoqi followed Wu Daozi's gaze and saw the eldest daughter standing still, her blonde hair was a little loose, and she couldn't see clearly the appearance of the back.
The great Yunmeng woman reached into her arms, seemed to have fumbled, took out a small box and opened it.
The box is weird and has a lot of runes on it.
Gulu—
The box made a sound when it swayed, and there was a rolling bead inside.
The palm of the candle in the snow trembled. When she opened the box, she saw that there was indeed a round ball lying in the box.
But the next moment, Ouyang Rong appeared in front of Xue Zhongzhu and took the box casually.
"Is it another elixir for healing and replenishing qi?"
He asked with a narrow eye, pouring out the pills and putting them in the palm of his hand.
After a while, the young man in Confucian shirt tilted his head in confusion:
"Born Pill?"
But the next moment, he quickly held the pill, stuffed it into the box, and pinched the gestures and held it down.
"Are you looking for death? This is the useless pill of an alien monk? It was left after the failure to be promoted to purple qi. If this kind of dirty thing is destroyed quickly, and you will not be afraid of thunder? Or is it originally planned to be used for lightning strikes?
The Buddha's?"
Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes and asked about the candle in the snow. The Kuixing Talisman appeared and temporarily locked the breath of the waste pill.
"Get out!" Xue Zhongzhu suddenly looked up and stared at the young man in Confucian shirt who had handed her sword twice. There was a lot of anger in his blue eyes.
Only the careful Ouyang Rong saw that the green eyes of this pair of fierce and fierce man were faintly crystal clear.
I don't know if it's that kind of liquid.
Wei Shaoqi, who was standing by, seemed to have just learned that Xue Zhongzhu had prepared this backhand. He vaguely remembered that the second daughter gave it to the eldest daughter before leaving. He thought it was a healing or Qi-replenishing pill.
Unexpectedly, the medicine was used to induce thunder to disrupt the situation.
However, this level of thunder is not ordinary lightning. It is not against us. Once it falls, it will be like a thunder pool, and anyone will slash it.
As a companion, Wei Shaoqi wanted to speak but stopped. At this moment, with a "teng", he saw Mr. Wu next to him, and suddenly half of his body turned into a piece of talisman paper and burned.
Wu Daozi was originally a portrait body, as thin as paper... Perhaps this is why he could walk in the painting, and living people could not walk like painting... Not long ago, after being ripped and torn apart by a young man in Confucian clothes,
Wu Daozi has always been in a state of being erected and split into two, with the "body paper" on the left and right halves being weak and floating.
At this moment, half of the squinting old man's body turned into paper and burned, and a slight electric arc appeared in the flames.
Ouyang Rong turned around unexpectedly.
No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!
"Have you drawn the thunder talisman before coming?"
Wu Daozi sighed and fisted at him.
The candle in the snow quickly retreated and escaped.
As half of Wu Daozi's body burned, it seemed as if something had been triggered.
The whole world was dark.
The people who were confused when they heard it looked up in confusion and found that the sky, which was clear in the past, was now covered with dark clouds.
There are black clouds gathering above the peaks of the double peaks, and the center is exactly above the main cave.
Silver snake-like arcs appeared among the dark clouds, like short silver-white cracks.
Thunder can be seen by the naked eye, but the thunder has not yet fallen.
Everyone looked up at the sky, and the atmosphere gradually became flustered.
The young man in Confucian shirt tilted his head slightly, and his smile slightly restrained.
The old musician who had been silent suddenly spoke:
"It is heavenly thunder, and there are only two possible opportunities. If there are either unclean things, such as some aliens breaking the realm, or dead people harm living people, or some other dirty things, they will lead to heavenly thunder, or there is a world that cannot be tolerated.
The existence of the existence... these can easily cause thunder."
At this moment, on the high platform behind, the dying old woman suddenly took off her robe.
I saw a purple black Taoist talisman flowing at the wound on my right shoulder.
The ancient Han lamp made in Madam Song’s hand was broken:
"You are going to die, don't even think about living!"
She stood in the middle of the broken fragments, and three hundred and sixty star orbits were reorganized in her pupils:
"Ying Huo guards his heart, and the greedy wolf enters his life!"
A light appeared and turned into a stream of light and penetrated into her palm.
I saw a dark vortex appearing at the cracked wound of her Taoist pattern.
The old man was inserting his blood-stained finger into Tianling and said hideously:
"The eighth generation of the lantern master in Sitianjian, please ask the ancestor to open the door--"
The next moment, a faint darkness and decayed aura came from the vortex of the shoulders.
I don't know where this door opens.
Above the Xunyang Grottoes, the dark clouds suddenly became darker and the arc became cumbersome.
It seems like there is a thunder pool "storing water" in the black clouds.
Among them, electric snakes with colors such as blood, gold, and blue appear.
In the past, light was a color, which could make Qi Refiners or alien monsters tremble and frightened.
Three kinds appeared in just a few breaths, and they were far more than that.
Seeing that except for the blood thunder, golden thunder spots appeared faintly, the old musician frowned:
"No, this thunder has a ninth level! It's unheard of that. There may be many unclean things on the field! There are definitely more than these two, otherwise there would be no such serious thunder.
"The waste pills of alien Qi Refiners can at most attract ordinary thunder tribulation.
"The legendary Guixu is in the East China Sea. I heard that no one can find and come out alive. Only the first generation of Si Tianjian's lantern master passed away once, leaving only the bones returning, silently, and tell Si Tianjian that he could only write.
After living for three days, he also said that he had put a ban there. Then, before the bones turned into ashes, he left a pattern for the later Lantern Master, which became a finale of Yin-Yang Technique.
"Miss Xiao Song is abusing this technique to seduce thunder, but it is not so serious... Are there anything dirtier on the field..."
The old musician looked around in confusion, and everyone was filled with excitement.
Of course Ouyang Rong knew what was "not clean" to God.
His face was not surprising. He looked at the old woman who was dying and crazy about death. Wu Daozi, who was neither human nor ghost, crushed the waste pill with one palm, and said:
"I knew I was coming after staying for a long time. You three dirty things have been implicated by me. They can't hide them. They are swaying. I really think that human power can control the thunder. I really don't know how to respect..."
Ouyang Rong glanced at him again and said "floating" and following his strange white sturgeon.
"You have also added fire and have to overcome the tribulation. Seeing that you were really a genius, you have become trapped in your own cocoon. I don't know if this fate should be settled. Forget it, I'm from the previous dynasty anyway, cough."
The young man in the Confucian shirt turned around, held the beads and held the painting, and lowered his eyes slightly:
"Is it Jiuchun? I have only seen murals in the tomb. I didn't expect that I would enjoy such treatment this time."
He said, freeing his palm to grab the wine gourd, stretching it halfway, and retracting it, putting his hand in front of his abdomen, muttering in a voice that no one could hear:
"Don't be greedy. You've been lazy for so long, and the sword will not fall off. Just watching it, you'll just use one sword... Are you thinking about it?"
Thunderclouds gather above.
A thunder power that destroyed everything was gathering above the Xunyang Grottoes.
Wu Daozi frowned tightly, and the culprit of the culprit was also stunned.
Neither of them expected it would be so serious.
Originally, it was just attracting thunder and dragging Ouyang Rong down.
As a result, the precedent was set, and Tianlei was upgraded to such a terrifying time and time again.
They seemed to be unable to escape.
Only Madam Song smiled sinisterly:
"You all have to die, hahaha, this move Guixuyin was originally to deal with the rebels. Ouyang Lianghan, you are the biggest rebels. I will take you down even if I die!"
She raised her head, as if she was welcoming the arrival of the thunder.
Both jade and stones were burned.
Yi Qianqiu's eyes stared into a bronze bell:
"Deputy Supervisor Song, you are crazy, we are still here! The princess is still here. She is the next generation of lantern masters. You abused Guixu so much and destroyed the Taoist pattern of the first generation. You betrayed the princess! Betrayed the Grand Secretary's fate!"
Madam Song smiled miserably and was crazy:
"She scolded me for the old guy! She dared to scold me for the old guy, for the sake of a stinky man! I've had enough of old man! Hesitantly, her stinky man destroyed her dantian, and she didn't stop her from pleading. Let's die, die, die
!”
Rong Zhen said nothing, turned his head slowly, Jiran looked at the crazy old woman with a cold look, and her voice was very gentle and she spit out three words:
"Old guy."
“Hahahahahahaha…”
Madam Song laughed in an instant, laughing so much that she was so happy that she touched the wounds of her dantian and vomited blood. Her body was sucked in by the Guixu vortex on her shoulders, and gradually drained, leaving only skin and bones.
The old woman's turbid eyes widened, looking at the audience, as if she was about to die and witnessed everyone being chopped to ashes.
Wei Shaoqi turned his head suddenly and sincerely begged: "Can you forgive the ban and allow the air control and escape technique? Otherwise, we will not be able to escape. Now we can unlock it, and there will be a glimmer of hope."
But when Ouyang Rong picked up the gourd and drank it again.
He ignored the stupid noise around him, looked at the sky with clear eyes and sipped in a small sip.
Seeing this, everyone looked a little desperate.
Just as the world-destroying thunder clouds are about to condense and complete.
The young man in Confucian shirt suddenly put down his gourd and hung it on his waist.
In full view of everyone, he turned around alone and walked towards the thunder clouds.
Chapter completed!