"Is the reservoir collapsing, is it really collapsing?" Ling Lang, who was sitting in the back room, listened, and a wave of turmoil set off in his heart, making him can't help but murmur something a little suspicious.

"Uncle Man, what's going on? Your old man will take a good breath and then tell us. ”

It was Ling Lang's uncle who was full of white hair who ran in, although his body was a little rickety, but he could still see that he was tall, but he was a little thinner, and his spirit was not very good.

"The Baimaping Reservoir has collapsed, and the water from the reservoir has been washed down from the middle of the mountain, and I heard that four or five villages have been affected. Among them, Hebeiyuan and Sanhe Village were the most serious, and the houses near the foot of the mountain and by the river were washed away. I also heard that the water was flooding the roof at that time. Not to mention how miserable it was. "Uncle Man has a slight asthma, and after taking a breath, he told everyone about the matter.

"Well, that somebody died...... Oh no, did anyone get hurt?"

"Can that be done, so much water rushed down at once, but fortunately, the branch secretaries of those villages received a warning call and evacuated the villagers in advance, plus it was daytime. Otherwise, if it really collapsed in the middle of the night, it would be really terrible. ”

The women in the crowd of "Amitabha, Amitabha ......" couldn't help but put their hands together and prayed for the victims.

"I heard that seven or eight people have been found to be gone, and more than a dozen have not been found. I didn't find it, I guess it's hanging. ”

"Pathetic, pitiful. What kind of evil is this, so many people say that it is gone. When the women heard this tragic sight, their simple disposition, they could not help but feel compassion.

"I'll just say, I shouldn't have built that reservoir in the first place, and I don't know who had such a bad idea to build such a big reservoir in the middle of the mountain. Look, something big is going on. Some men also muttered "I know" resentment.

"At this time, what are you still talking about? Think about what you can do now, the villagers, maybe there are people who are related to the old people, and they are involved in it. ”

"Uncle Man, Uncle Man, you think. Now that the rain is light, why don't we also go and take a look and see if we can help with something, and we can also help find the missing person by the way?"

"Listen to this, I see ......" Ling Lang's grandfather is what people call the eldest uncle, and he also spoke out his opinion.

And Ling Lang, who was sitting in the back room, did not come out to participate in everyone's discussion. He is the firstborn, and he will keep the first seven of his father's life.

But last night's strange encounters, like a movie, came to his mind one by one.

I don't know exactly what time it is, it was probably four or five o'clock in the morning, because at that time, Ling Lang could already faintly hear the sound of the rooster crowing.

These days, he is exhausted, and last night he should have fallen asleep again. It was before dawn, when people were most asleep, but his soul seemed to be attracted by a strong signal.

Then, he found that he had the same situation as last time at Grandma's house - his body was still lying on the bed, but his consciousness had run outside, and he could hear the sound outside and see the scene outside. The main thing is his perspective, which is higher than his own house.

The "heart" was summoned by an inexplicable fluctuation, the rain was still pouring down, but Ling Lang found that the wind and rain did not hit his "body", and he also found that if last time, he was still a "nothing" consciousness, but now he has a faintly visible "body".

Such a strange phenomenon outside the realm of the spirit made him hesitate again and again, the last time he could blame it on a dream, but this time, he knew that he couldn't deceive himself.

Gritting his teeth, after all, he couldn't resist the strong call in his heart, he searched for it, and it turned out to be floating in mid-air "walking". This strange way made him hesitate a little again, but he still didn't stop.

The speed of Ling Lang's "floating" was not too fast, and the direction was towards Baimaping.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and when he came to the reservoir, it was already difficult to see anything 100 meters away, and it was estimated that he couldn't see 10 meters away if he was an "ordinary person".

And he seemed to hear human voices slowly, and there were quite a few, and the voices were all hurried and nervous. He stopped. Hidden behind a pine tree.

He poked his "head" out and tried his best to look at the side where there were the most "people", although he couldn't see it clearly, but he still saw an "acquaintance" - a white-bearded land lord with a foreign hat. I saw him put his cane on the ground, put his hands together, and chanted words in his mouth, and there was a golden ingot-like thing above his head, and with every turn of it, a light shone on the embankment with a drain hole on the south side.

And there are still people on the embankment, specifically in the center of the dam body, where there are three "people" who seem to be holding the embankment with their shoulders, or with their hands, or with their backs.

"Land lord, if it goes on like this, we won't be able to carry it for long. A bearded old man, also with white eyebrows and white hair, leaned his back against the embankment and said this with difficulty. It's just that his eyebrows are hanging down to both cheeks, and he looks older than the land lord.

"Dragon Shengong, if you can't bear it, you have to carry it, there is less than an hour, the sky is about to dawn, and others will rush over. I had to carry the news of the collapse of the reservoir to the villagers below. The land lord said worriedly, and after saying this, he didn't dare to talk nonsense, and quickly read the mantra in his mouth.

"Dragon God, you just say a few words, if you have this strength, you can use it on the dam. "Holding the dam body with both hands is an ancient middle-aged Confucian dressed in the shape of a scribe, with a scribe's bun on his head, three long beards, hanging straight to his chest, but black. Ling Lang couldn't tell who it was for a while. But the one who was called "Ryujin" stopped talking.

Just as Ling Lang was thinking about the identity of the middle-aged Confucian and another middle-aged man who was holding the embankment on his strong and thick shoulders, a voice that seemed to be a little familiar came from his ears.

"Hey, little friend, where did you come from?"

The voice came from behind him, Ling Lang was shocked, looked back, and looked, but it was the same Master Xu he had seen before.

"Xiaoyou, don't panic, hey, if I remember correctly, you seem to be Xu Sanqiang's nephew and grandson, right?" Xu Fuzi couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw Ling Lang's "face" clearly.

"Yes, Master Xu. It's me," Ling Lang couldn't imagine that he could really open his mouth and speak.

"Then how did you know how to wander outside the object? I've never heard Xu Sanqiang mention it. ”

"I didn't know, I thought it was a dream at first. ”

Xu Fuzi looked at Ling Lang's body, which was still half-virtual and real, and it was not like himself, it had reached the level of soul condensation, and he knew that Ling Lang might still be ignorant of everything in it.

But after all, it was the grandchildren of the deceased, he smiled, and then pointed to the "people" a hundred meters away to introduce Ling Lang.

"The land lord on crutches, you should know. The long eyebrows and white beard are the dragon gods dedicated to the temple. The middle-aged scribe with a long beard is the god of the Northern Emperor of Shuikou Temple, and the one who looks as strong as a mountain is the god of the White Horse Mountain here. The embankment in the southeast is a little less dangerous, and it should be Sanhe Village's own grandfather's in-laws, as well as some Dingjia wrestlers who came to help. ”

"The one dressed in black, who knocked on the window of the dam keeper with the wind blowing, should be a night wanderer. Ling Lang interjected and asked.

"You guessed it right. Master Xu, who was interrupted, was not angry, and his kind face was full of tolerance.

"You may still have questions in your heart, right? Why isn't the Guanyin Master of Swallow Cliff here?"

"Hmm!" was seen through his careful thoughts at a glance, and Ling Lang also felt embarrassed.

"Haha, this is inevitably strange to you, after all, as the main god here, you enjoy the most prosperous incense on weekdays. How could it not have appeared, right? I'm afraid you don't know, Guanyin is using supreme mental power to bless the mountains within a radius of several miles, otherwise if the reservoir collapses, the water full of the reservoir washes down, and the sediment is sandwiched with the rocks, it will be the biggest disaster. ”

Just as the two were talking, at this time, several lights and shadows flew from a distance, among them, Ling Lang actually saw a mountain-like buffalo, a white horse with a divine horse, a huge colorful flying phoenix, and even a dragon more than ten meters long.

"This, this ......", the things in front of him completely subverted Ling Dashao's worldview and cognition.

"These are all spiritual things that are transformed from the essence of heaven and earth in this place of spiritual energy. Looking at the appearance, I guess you can guess where they came from, but then I don't really know how to arrange them. However, with the clone of the Northern Emperor here presiding over the overall situation, it is not my turn to speak, not to mention that your soul body is not true now, even if it is me, I just came to see if I can run errands or something, and I just did my best. ”

"Heiman, Bai Zhi, Feifeng, Tengji, I don't need the four of you for the time being, you will wait for the embankment to collapse, and guard the two big iron pipes in Xiafeng Mountain, and you must not let it sweep down with the water. At this time, the middle-aged Confucian Emperor Bei spoke.

"Emperor Bei, this old cow is not going. Love who goes. The old buffalo, the size of a hill called the black barbarian, spewed out a tube of white gas from its two nostrils, and the boss replied reluctantly. Originally, the two big iron pipes were just to tie him up, so that he was tired on weekdays, and he had to let him protect him, what kind of thing is this?

"Evil beast, you don't know how to advance and retreat like this? Be careful afterwards, see that I have cut off the head of your bad bull and turned your spirit into a spiritual body. Don't go yet. Beidi was immediately furious, changed his image of Dunhe, and scolded loudly.

When the black bull saw the majesty of the Northern Emperor, he was furious, so he reluctantly turned around and walked towards the lower peak. The other white horses, Feifeng, and Jiaolong didn't make a sound, and followed.

"Night Wanderer, has the embankment keeper woken up?" asked the Northern Emperor in a loud voice to the black-clothed Night Wanderer God beside the small house not far away.

"Emperor Bei, it's useless, the louder I pound, the more I don't know the rammer, but I wrap myself tighter.

At such a critical juncture, encountering such a thing is really speechless, and even Beidi can't help but sigh.

"Well, you and I have to do our best. You keep calling him, and the others wait, and then try to hold on. ”

For a moment, everyone was silent.

I don't know how long it took, the east finally turned white, the rain began to lighten, and the old Liang Tou, the embankment keeper, finally yawned and woke up slowly.

"This damn weather, which has been raining non-stop for several days, is not reassuring. Well, no, I'm going to have to go to the dam to see what it's raining all this time through. ”

Lao Liangtou put on a raincoat and found a rainproof flashlight, then opened the door and walked out slowly.

At half past six o'clock in the morning, the main dam body in the southeast and south of the Banshan Reservoir had cracked vertically and horizontally, completely supported by the gods, but it was also the end of the strong crossbow and the time of exhaustion. Even more worrying is the southwest-facing levee, which is also beginning to seep water.

When he got closer, when he saw this scene, he was immediately frightened by the old Liangtou, and the three souls were gone. After a while, he calmed down a little, and then he ran back to the small brick house. Crazy to make the phone and went.

"Child, you go back first, the situation here is complicated, you shouldn't stay longer, return to the body quickly. I'm going to go over and see if I can help. Afterwards, you can go to the county seat to find me. It had reached this juncture, and Xu Fuzi didn't care about talking to Ling Lang anymore, so he floated to the embankment in the southwest.

At 7:10 in the morning, the phone of the village party secretary of Sanhe Village finally turned on, and after receiving this extremely urgent news, he immediately woke up his family to inform everyone, and then other implicated villages also began to mobilize villagers to avoid danger.

At a quarter past eight o'clock in the morning, the Baimaping Reservoir and the three embankments collapsed one after another. The flood swept down the mountain like a river and a sea.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, the big flood peak gradually became smaller, because it was daytime, people evacuated in time, most of the people who were drowned and swept away were the elderly who had difficulty moving and were not young at home, and there were villagers who sneered at the change.

And this tragic event is a natural disaster, but also a man-made disaster.