The autumn harvest has passed, and the grain storage basins are full of bowls and bowls, and the land is golden.

Although the taxes collected in various places were not rich because all walks of life had just developed, Liu Hongyi had Zhao Dongting personally send a decree to Jingjiang Mansion, and he was still able to get military salaries from Dong Zhen, the transfer envoy of Guangnan West Road.

Dong Zhen had to scold a few words, saying that after paying the military salary, all departments of the government had to tighten their belts to get by.

Liu Hongyi was overjoyed, took food and ordnance, and rushed to Gaozhou in person, and then went to sea from Gaozhou Ferry to Dongsha Islands.

Chongqing Prefecture.

The flood eventually spread out of the city.

Looking at this menacing flood, the city was in panic.

It's as horrible as the end of the world.

The Western Xia soldiers, under the leadership of the generals, knew that it was impossible to go out of the city and climb the mountain, so they could only hurry towards the inner city.

And the White Horse Army in the inner city didn't care about the inner city, so they went out of the city from the west gate of Chongqing Mansion and went away in panic.

The flood was much more terrifying than the Western Xia army.

Li Wangyuan, Zhongsun Qifu and others were able to board the hot air balloon and fly high into the sky. But looking at the surging flood, his face was full of despair.

After the flood passed, more than 50,000 elite soldiers were killed, and I don't know how many will be left.

All their calculations were disrupted by this flood disaster.

Without these more than 50,000 elite soldiers, Western Xia had no strength left to defend Kuizhou. The turmoil in the country alone is enough to make them anxious.

Zhongsun Qifu was old and frail, fainted, woke up, fainted again, and repeated this several times, but he was almost not tossed to death.

"What's that!"

Suddenly, someone on the hot air balloon exclaimed. Finger to the surging flood.

is like an old turtle with a millstone, carrying an old man and a young man slowly in the flood.

At this moment, it was really like heaven and man coming into the world.

After Li Wangyuan fixed his eyes on the past, he showed surprise, "There is no master in the world." ”

This old turtle can be said to be a clear embodiment of the identity of a monk.

Helian Cheng had also heard of the name of the living Buddha, and he wondered beside him: "What is Master Wude doing when he came to Chongqing at this time?" ”

Rao is him, and there is some humility and respect in his tone.

In this world, the great powers of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism almost no longer carry clear national symbols, and they will be respected wherever they go.

Li Wangyuan said with emotion: "It should be here to save people!" ”

There is no one who is not shocked.

It takes a lot of courage to brave the flood to approach the city and purify all living beings.

There is no monk who can be respected by the world as a living Buddha, this great compassion and compassion, there is really no hypocrisy.

People on the hot air balloon can't help but ask themselves, if they encounter this situation, they probably can't avoid it, and will only think about taking care of their own lives.

And what was even more jaw-dropping was that the old turtle actually stopped in front of the city gate.

The back of a turtle with a large millstone rises and falls on the water.

The Buddha and the woman behind him both clasped their hands together and their faces were peaceful.

The old turtle slowly turned around and faced the mighty river surging behind him.

Someone exclaimed: "Master, is this going to block the torrent alone?" ”

There was disbelief on everyone's faces.

Even if the cultivation of a living Buddha is definitely not low, there is no reason to be able to withstand such a surging flood, right?

But seeing the actions of the Buddha who is not alive, it is undoubtedly intended to be so.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the old turtle, the old monk and the little girl.

On the surface of the water, the old turtle rises and falls, but it is extremely stable.

The monk suddenly turned around and whispered to Le Wu: "Apprentice, are you afraid?" ”

Le Wu giggled, "With the master in front of you, you are not afraid of the magic method." ”

"Okay."

The monk said, "Then let's chant the scriptures!" ”

Both closed their eyes again, ignoring the raging flood and began to recite the scriptures.

The sound is not loud, and it can't travel far at all. But even those who are on the hot air balloon seem to feel some kind of power, or atmosphere.

The old turtle raised its head as if to let out a low roar.

The surface of the water ripples around it.

This is probably an ancient beast.

If Zhao Dongting could see this scene, maybe he would not still be an old turtle who did not believe in the rumored living Buddha who could not be subdued and could make waves.

The old turtle may really have such ability.

The flood that had been destroying the city seemed to be resisted, and suddenly stopped a few meters in front of the old turtle.

There was an invisible wall that kept the flood out.

Except for the river that flows slowly on the ground, in front of the monk Wude, there are hundreds of meters wide that is blocked by the qi wall.

This is really a fairy trick.

There was a Xixia Qitian sergeant on a hot air balloon, and he couldn't help but slowly kneel.

The flood water is getting higher and higher, but the old turtle, the living Buddha, and the little girl are all unmoving.

No one knew how long that invisible wall of qi would last, but there was hope in everyone's hearts.

The surging flood water flowed south along the wall of air.

As long as the flood is at its most flooded, Chongqing will be spared.

However, it was only less than two minutes that had passed. When the hope in everyone's hearts became stronger and stronger, the qi wall seemed to collapse.

There was a flood like a waterfall, squeezing through the air wall and rushing down.

The living Buddha and the little girl were all drenched.

"Master!"

"Living Buddha!"

Someone exclaimed.

Everyone can see that the living Buddha is no longer enough.

If this continues, even with the surprising methods of the living Buddha, I am afraid that it will be drowned in the torrent.

The power of heaven is unstoppable.

This flood really doesn't seem like it can be stopped by man.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

When cracks appear in the air wall, it is like a shattered mirror, and it can no longer be supported. Soon it fell apart.

The old turtle, the living Buddha, and the little girl were all swallowed up by the flood.

Someone shed tears.

The flood roared down on the walls.

This flood peak, which gathered huge strength, slapped the city wall in bursts, and then unsurprisingly broke the weather-beaten Chongqing Mansion city wall out of the gap.

The walls crumbled.

The flood was even more unbridled and poured into the city.

Houses collapsed.

Instantly full of mess.

The crowd in the hot air balloon was still staring at the water, expecting the old turtle to break out of the water with the living Buddha and the little girl.

However, for several minutes, there was not necessarily any movement underwater.

In the city, the southeast corner has become a sea in this short period of time.

"Alas"

Zhongsun Qifu, who had been awake for a short time, muttered and sighed.

In the face of such a flood, even the living Buddhas cannot cross themselves, how can they benefit all sentient beings?

Despair appeared on everyone's faces again, and Li Wangyuan ordered the hot air balloon to go to the mountains to the north.

Under such heavy rain, the hot air balloon simply can't hold up for long. Although the canvas is greased, the hot air balloon is still fluttering in the wind and rain.

As for the soldiers and people below, after the flood peak crosses, there will probably be countless losses, right?

Chongqing Mansion will be destroyed in one fell swoop.

At this moment, the surging flood outside the city suddenly set off monstrous waves.

Another invisible wall of qi rose.

Once again, the flood was stopped.

Living Buddha!

The flood at the back was stopped, and the flood at the front spread. But its power is obviously not enough to invade the inner city.

After the water flowed, the old turtle, the old monk and the little girl appeared again.

The living Buddha and the little girl were still sitting cross-legged on the back of the old turtle.

The two of them clasped their hands together and were still chanting.

The flood soon spread several meters, like a giant beast in the wilderness, ready to swallow the worldly Buddha and the little girl into its bloody mouth all the time.

A golden Buddha suddenly appeared in the air.

It is a living Buddha.

This golden-bodied Buddha is in the appearance of a living Buddha, about a few zhang high, vague, and covered with auspicious golden light.

Everyone was amazed by the vision.

Li Wangyuan muttered, "Extreme Realm, this is Extreme Realm"

The living Buddha has no way to block the flood peak and break into the extreme realm.

This is probably the only power in the rivers and lakes that can be conclusively broken into the extreme realm in the past hundred years.

Even if the sword god was empty, no one dared to be sure that he had already broken through to the extreme realm.

Whether you practice martial arts or not, at this moment, you are extremely yearning for the supreme realm of martial arts. At this level, it can really be said that he is a living immortal.

The flood peak lasted for about ten minutes.

The invisible wall of air no longer shows the slightest sign of shattering. The golden body of the Buddha's head sits firmly in the air, blooming with golden rays.

The sunset is as bright as fire.

As the flood waters flowed south, more and more people fell to their knees.

Those who believe in Buddhism and those who do not believe in Buddhism are all impressed by the old monk on the back of the old turtle at this moment. If you are not a real Buddha, how can you evolve such a miracle?

The flood is slowly decreasing.

In the end, it only covered the old turtle's four legs.

The golden Buddha in the air slowly dissipated.