Putian has been under martial law since two days ago, and no less than 5,000 Yulin troops have brought the entire Putian and its surrounding areas under control for dozens of miles. These cold-lit iron-clad armorers, not to mention how high their real combat effectiveness is, at least on the surface, they look very presentable. They are iron-faced and selfless, they are loyal and courageous, and they have completely taken over the military garrison of the entire Putian. Then, in front of the heavy gifts stuffed by local officials, he remained silent about the Jia Tengying head incident.

After two days of vigilance and control, after confirming absolute safety, Song Lizong finally arrived in this seaside city.

Emperor Zhao Yun of Song Lizong, the emperor whose name is pronounced the same as Changshan Zhao Zilong, has reigned for nearly forty years, and is a rare long-lived emperor after Zhao and Song Nandu. It's just that Kublai Khan is becoming more and more powerful, and his throne is very unstable.

Jian Tiange tested the luck of the world and came up with an idea for Zhao Yun to do two things to stabilize the country. He likes both of these things very much, one is to go to famous scenic spots to play, incense, and flashlight scenes. Second, it is to find beautiful women all over the world, and the concubine is happy.

He traveled all the way south, all the way to the Zen Parade. It is impossible for the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty to follow, and after the selection and selection, about 30 people came with him to travel at public expense. After coming to Putian, the first thing he did was not to see beautiful women, but to come to this temple built far from the city and near the sea.

Deal with the business first, and then play wantonly, or the Confucian ministers will beep again. Therefore, Zhao Yun rarely abolishes his personal interests because of public affairs, and he doesn't look at women and looks at the goddess first.

Hugging forward and hugging, serving left and right, Zhao Yun came to the gate of the temple like the stars and the moon. The ancient emperors used the spirit of the five virtues to determine the good fortune. The Song family thinks that their own family is on fire. Therefore, the dragon robe is not the yellow in the Qing court drama. Rather, it is vermilion. He was dressed in a red robe, a black crown, and cloud boots, but if he stripped all his aura and looked at this person carefully, he was nothing more than an old man with a mortal body.

There were many people around this old man who followed him step by step, and he walked and they went, and he stopped and they stopped. He spoke, and everyone had to listen carefully, this was the power of the emperor. Even in a waning empire, the emperor is still an emperor. It's the Son of Heaven.

took a closer look and found that Old Man Chu was also mixed in the army that accompanied the visit. Although he only accompanies the last seat, he can already be regarded as having a lot of face. Because any one of these people is a powerful faction in the court, they don't look at him at all.

And at the front of everyone, one left and one right accompanied Song Lizong. The man on the left was in his fifties, with a clear face, a long beard hanging down his chest, and he looked personable and extraordinary, like a gentle and well-educated Confucian. But in fact, this person is the prime minister of the dynasty. The folk knights are eager to kill the powerful minister Jia Rudao. The monk on the right is an acquaintance, a Zen master of emptiness who was temporarily dragged as a tour guide.

Emptiness is a guru that everyone fears. But here, he is a small character who is called and drunk, and he does not dare to be the slightest dissatisfied.

"What kind of temple is this for the mother?" Zhao Yun asked casually: "A mere woman, how can He De be worshiped as a god?"

"Amitabha, if you go back to the emperor, this mother's real name is Lin Mo Niang. She can know the wind and rain of the sea, the sailing is auspicious, and the sea people and fishermen have many crises when they go to sea, so they rely on her to save their lives. This Lin Mo Niang predicted good and bad fortune for the fishermen, and every word must be true, and in the long run, she was more believed and thought to be miraculous. When she died, the boatmen and fishermen enshrined her in the hope of a safe voyage to sea. ”

It stands to reason that the monk of emptiness really shouldn't introduce the Buddha's rivals, and in the Cross Sect it is called "heretical" and "witch", and whoever mentions it will play with whomever he wants. But the emperor personally inquired...... Shaolin has just suffered a big loss and still needs government support. Now don't say it's a wild folk god, it's the old rival Taoist Sanqing, and you have to praise it when you should praise it.

In the slow introduction of emptiness, the witches knelt down to greet them, and Song Lizong crossed the gate and walked into the temple.

He looked up at the deepest part of the temple, and his eyes flashed. The person who was originally careless also became active as if he had drunk the pulse: "Hey, this Lin Mo Niang is so beautiful?"

"The emperor didn't know that Lin Moniang was only twenty-six or seventeen years old when she passed away, which was the prime of her youth. Therefore, all the witches in the temple of this mother and lady were all selected to be women of twenty-six or seventeen years old. As for Lin Mo Niang herself, she-" Emptiness calmly introduced, and looked up at the same time, and then he was instantly stunned.

Wait, that statue of the god in the depths of the temple, why is it so familiar!

This, this, this, isn't that who!

"Why, emptiness is color, and the master seems to have moved his mortal heart?" Hahahaha!" Song Lizong unscrupulously ridiculed emptiness, and at the same time, he also unscrupulously ridiculed the gods enshrined in this temple.

But Jia Yidao beside him frowned. The statues of the gods in this temple are so exquisite, delicate and unreal. It completely transcends the definition of "statue" and is almost indistinguishable from a real person. If he hadn't trusted his senses and made sure it was a lifeless stone, he would have thought it was a living person pretending.

But he was still not reassured.

"This lady and lady are really natural and lifelike. When you look at it, you even feel like you're looking at it. Jia seemed to smile and smiled, and his tone sounded very kind, but behind his squinted eyes was a deep cold light: "I don't know which craftsman has such craftsmanship and can carve such a masterpiece?"

As long as a person's name comes out, Jia Yidao's subordinates will find that person in the shortest possible time. When the time comes, we will be able to dig up something.

But the answer of the leader of Wu Zhu was beyond Jia Yidao's expectations: "If you go back to the adult, the statue of Mrs. Niang is not carved by man, but naturally formed." ”

"Naturally formed?" Jia Rudao's expression became weird, with a kind of hideous "You're kidding me, don't die!" Song Lizong's interest was also aroused, and he asked, "Isn't this statue artificially carved?"

"Your Majesty, that's exactly the case. "It's a matter of life and fortune, and the witches have thought of countless lies in the past few days. But no matter what the plan is, it can't really help them cover this matter. As long as the imperial court wants to check. They are a little witch. And what can it cover? At last. They decided to simply put their lives to death. Since no matter how you make up the reason, it seems fake, so simply say the most fake one, so fake that it is ridiculous and impossible.

They made up a myth.

"I didn't dare to deceive the emperor, I originally invited a master craftsman from the capital, and it took a long time to build the statue of my wife. But in the middle of the night five days ago, when I was praying all night and begging for my wife's blessings, a raging divine fire ignited for no reason. The divine fire completely enveloped the original lady statue, and we were shocked. Get water to extinguish the fire. But when seawater is poured on the flames, it is not only useless, but also fuels the flames. In the end, the divine fire completely burned away the mortal womb, leaving this brand new lady statue. There is not a trace of artificiality in this lady statue, precisely because it is not a man-made thing, but a gift from God. ”

Lies don't need to be particularly true, as long as they can get away with it. With the help of the peculiarities of the new stone statue, the witches insisted on a very absurd conclusion: "This is the true image of the god that Mrs. Niang personally sculpted after the apparition of the mother, and it is supernatural!"

Hear the unequivocal words of the shrine maidens. Song Lizong snorted and laughed: "Manifestation? Miracle? hahahaha!"

He laughed as he strode to the depths of the temple. Stand in front of the stone statue. He squinted his eyes and looked up and down the body of the stone statue, nodded and smiled: "Whether it's true or fake, if you believe it, if you don't believe it, you won't believe it." But if this is really the true image of the gods, then this Lin Mo Niang is a delicate beauty. Looking at it carefully, it can be said that one point is too much and one point is too little, and it is even better than the three thousand beauties of the widow, not bad, not bad. ”

Seeing Song Lizong's picky expression, the expressions of all the entourages became subtle. Song Lizong's expression can be said to be blasphemous. Today, I am here to seal Zen and gods, so as to stabilize the luck of the country. But it is a bit ridiculous that he is now making such a big mockery of the believers as soon as he comes.

"Haha, the widow has a feeling and occasionally gets a poem, how about you Aiqing comment on it?" In the midst of everyone's sycophants, Song Lizong pointed to the stone statue with his hand, and said with a light expression: "Fengluan Bao's tent scene is very, and it is full of mud and gold makeup." The distant mountains are flying emerald color, and the dancing sleeves are neon clothes. The pear blossom brings the rain to fight for the charm, and the peony cage is smoky and charming. (Note 1) Hahaha, what do you think Aiqing thinks?

"This ......" The entourage didn't know what to say, the poem was not bad, but the content was too unbearable. Translated, it is to see that this god is beautiful, this color embryo is lustful, and the sperm is on the brain. If the statue could be moved, he would immediately get it back as a silicone-rubber doll -- well, calcium carbonate dolls.

Don't say that in this era, even now, this is also a super hooligan.

That's not all, there are more hooligans. Zhao Yun not only watched from afar, but also wanted to play profanely. This statue that looks like a real person made him have a strong interest, and real people play a lot, and occasionally come to something different, which is quite exciting. He reached out and grabbed the stone statue's chest, wanting to experience the unusual touch.

The witches were all stunned, and as the witches of the mother's wife, they should stop this blasphemous behavior. But the problem is that it is the emperor of the world who blasphemes the gods.

Unless it is a real god, I am afraid that only Kublai Khan suddenly surrounded this place with a large army of 100,000 people can stop this groping pig hand covered with age spots. As the emperor of the Great Song Empire, he wanted to play a hooligan, but he really didn't have much to do and dare to stop him.

But at this moment, Song Lizong's heart trembled and he stopped. Because at that moment, he suddenly felt an unusual threat on the stone statue. In the stone pupils, there was a real anger. It was as if if he dared to hand his paw forward even one centimeter, the stone statue would directly break his arm.

In a moment of trance and convulsion, Song Lizong subconsciously took a step back, and then shook his head fiercely and said to himself: "Impossible, this is impossible, it's just a stone statue......"

But when he said this, he suddenly found that the stone statue's eyes seemed to be staring at him.

Was it my hallucination? When I first walked through the door, I thought it was looking at me. Now that I'm so close, I'm still looking at me! Is it an illusion caused by sight, or is it really weird, why do you keep looking at me!

It's impossible to turn your eyes on a stone statue!

Damn, just a stone statue, and you dare to scare me? Look at me again. If you look at me again, I'll tear you down—

Bang. A thought has not yet been turned. I felt an overwhelming peerless coercion, coming from the depths of the sea, and instantly pressed on my heart. Song Lizong only felt a sudden burst in his heart, and then his heart began to beat wildly.

This coercion really made his old heart a little unbearable.

What the hell is going on!

"Look, it's terrible!" "Why are the waves gone!" A heavy exclamation came into his ears, and Song Lizong looked back at Jia Yidao in a panic, as if he was looking for the backbone. And Jia seems to be under a look. Immediately, officials rushed out of the door, yelled at the panicked crowd, and told them to shut up. But Song Lizong sighed in his heart, the door of this temple faces the sea, and there is a beach not far from the front and below. He looked from the temple and saw that the vast sea had really quickly flattened.

Even the emperor would feel terrified when faced with such a vision of heaven and earth.

"This is the anger of the gods!" the leader of Wu Zhu slowly straightened up, with a stern face, and shouted with certainty: "It's the poem just now." It was that poem that made my mother and lady angry!"

"Nonsense! Lie to confuse the people, drag me down and behead-" Song Lizong angrily reprimanded. Before he finished speaking, he heard a sudden explosion of thunder in the sky. The thunder rolled down from the nine heavens, like a god shouting angrily, and instantly blocked the second half of his sentence back into his stomach. With this thunderclap, the originally oppressive and silent atmosphere suddenly became violent.

The wind rises, the sand flies and the rocks go, and the people turn on their backs.

Dark clouds, dark and obscure.

The waves hit, the waves crashed on the shore, and the black waves flew up.

Thunder flashed, the sky collapsed, and the gods punished the doomsday.

Infinite clouds filled the sky as quickly as if they had come out of nowhere, and in the winds that could blow people to their feet, they swept up terrifying whirlpools in the sky. The royal family's guard of honor, chariots and horses have long been staggered. Flags and banners were torn in the blink of an eye and blown into the depths of the sea. And in the dark clouds, all kinds of white, blue, purple, and red lightning also rose endlessly like an immortal tribulation, crackling and tearing scars in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the sky and the earth were clear and sunny just now, but now it was as terrifying as if the world was about to be destroyed.

The big waves rushed in, and the waves as high as four or five meters instantly swept away the convoy close to the sea. The sea was rising, the land bridge was flooded, and the peninsula became an entire island in the blink of an eye, an isolated island. People crying and shouting for their mothers fled to the heights, and the only building on this heights is the temple of the mother's mother's wife.

But this temple can't withstand such a natural disaster.

With a bang, the roof tiles of the temple were completely lifted without resistance. Like the leaves in the autumn wind, they flutter away in an instant. The gold yarn and jade ribbons hanging in the temple also broke and shattered in a flash. Boom, thunder and lightning, a wall suddenly collapsed, almost smashing Song Lizong below. In this hurricane that uprooted trees and toppled houses, emptiness flashed and protected Song Lizong, who was sitting on the ground. Among the hundred officials, Jia Rudao is the only one who can still stand steadily.

Song Lizong struggled in a panic, he subconsciously looked back at the idol, but found that the idol's gaze no longer seemed to be looking at him, but looking into the depths of the sea. In this chaotic world, this idol is as immobile as a mountain, as if it has eternal tranquility.

At this moment, Song Lizong was full of excitement, and he finally admitted that this statue was indeed miraculous.

He immediately shouted at those witches: "Hurry, do it quickly, pray quickly, calm the wrath of the gods!"

"There is no choice but to pray for forgiveness together!" the witches clinged to each other to prevent being swept away by the strong wind. They fell to their knees and shouted at the idol, "Spare your life, Madame!"

Originally, they just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to bluff and use the coincidence to add some mystery to the statue and make the story about the origin of the statue seem more real. But in the midst of this catastrophe, they couldn't help but start praying sincerely. Because they don't see any other way out than to pray to the gods.

And as soon as they took the lead, many people began to pray. Yu Linjun and the officials of the DPRK and China were still hesitating, and the locals were already busy kneeling on the ground, kowtowing to the statue and shouting: "Madame's life!" "Madame's life!" "Madame's wife's life!" "Please Mrs. put away her anger!"

These people originally had a cultural background of believing in Lin Mo Niang, even if they didn't believe it before, they have to hug it now. In the face of the surging waves, at the moment of life and death, they all took out the strength to pray. And after the prayer. Those who prostrate on the ground found. The wind does seem to have lightened. I wanted to be able to sweep away the people lying on the ground. It's still violent, but it's barely enough to raise your head.

The screams of the leader of Wu Zhu penetrated into everyone's ears: "Look, Mrs. Niang Ma has appeared!

Everyone barely looked up, only to see that the wind and waves were still strong in the distance, and it was dark. But this high slope and isolated island is much better. Looking up at the sky, there was a swirling cloud in the sky. It is naturally much weaker than the huge cloud mass on the deep sea, but this cloud is shrouded. The calamity will be lessened considerably. And the very center of the swirling cloud was just above the idol.

Wu Zhu screamed: "Look, it is not Mrs. Niang Ma, it is the evil god in the depths of the sea!

The facts are already clear, torrential rain and thunder in the deep sea. The rest of the surrounding area is just as miserable, but the vicinity of the temple is much more peaceful. No foundation of faith is required. Everyone present, including Song Lizong, instantly accepted Wu Zhu's statement.

Song Lizong immediately shouted: "Quick, prepare the seal of the letter and the jade, and the widow will start to seal the gods immediately!"

No matter how these good men and women make up their brains, in fact, this qiē has nothing to do with Mrs. Niang Ma and the evil god of the deep sea. But the actions of Wu Zhu and Song Lizong did have some impact. As the number of people kneeling on the ground to pray continued to increase, Yang Qi also felt that there were more and more mysterious powers that had gathered. The Long Live Holy Fetus did not refuse, and absorbed them all, as if they had obtained some kind of catalyst, and instantly began to absorb the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi on a large scale.

This natural disaster, this angry sea, the reason why they arise is not because of atmospheric convection, but because of the vitality that runs wild. As the appetite of the Long Live Holy Fetus opened and the full force of the belly to absorb the Heaven and Earth Vitality, the natural disasters within its prey range naturally weakened.

In the midst of the storm, Song Lizong began to seal the gods in a panic, reciting the awkward sacrifice in the wind. The Yulin Army also knelt down and prayed in the order, and more and more magical powers were gathered. This magical power kept gathering, and more and more things could be seen from the perspective of the Long Live Holy Fetus, as if it was transforming.

This metamorphosis is like a larvae in an egg, which does not need to be taken care of too much, and can evolve naturally. Yang Qi's main consciousness stepped through the golden door, instantly crossed the distance of hundreds of miles, and returned to the small boat.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Yang Qi stretched out his hand and pointed: "I found it, over there!"

The rest of the people didn't say a word, didn't ask anything, and immediately took action, and rushed in the direction she pointed with the clipper in hand.

The waves were strong and the wind was fierce, the torrential rain was pouring, and lightning struck the sea from time to time, splashing dazzling thunderbolt lines. In the chaotic and restless wind, the sails could not be raised at all. Even the lone mast creaked, as if it would break in the next moment. On the violent sea, the huge waves are like dark mountains, and the height difference between the crests and troughs is exaggerated.

Guo Xiang was sent back to the cabin early, don't say that she has lost all her internal strength now, even when her internal strength is all there, she is powerless to fight against this environment. She clung to the object to hold herself in place, but she still felt the jolt. It's like riding a roller coaster, playing rapids, and the feeling of weightlessness and overweight alternates, making people dizzy. The whole ship kept showing an upward angle of more than forty-five degrees, and the porcelain vases had already rolled down and fell to the ground, crackling and all shattered.

In this furious sea, you don't have any concept of going forward or going backward. Human beings are like pieces of meat in canned food at this time, and no matter how the can is shaken, they can only follow how they are, and they have no right to say no at all.

No, it can't be said exactly, because if humans are strong enough to a certain extent, they will have a very different effect.

"Ha--!!!" A coquettish sound, Wu Zhengfeng's independent bow was proud. The unimaginably strong surging internal force gushed out, and the coercion of the world's masters rose to the sky. She grabbed the sky, and the world seemed to be caught by her in her five fingers. Five fingers pinched, and then suddenly slapped forward, and within dozens of feet in front of the clipper, the water waves were instantly unpleasant, and the wind and rain stopped, like a miracle.

"It's all right, I'm going to give some strength!" At the stern of the boat, Yang Qi flew and landed on the sea. She grabbed the side of the boat with both hands and kicked her feet, only to hear a loud bang, and the huge wave that had been rushing on her back suddenly shattered. Then the whole boat accelerated instantly like an assault boat, Yang Qi stepped on the water and ran wildly, a series of huge water columns burst up behind him, pushing the boat along the route opened by Jiao Niang and rushed out.

In such a situation, even a light was stunned. He can't help this environment, but he can only protect himself and a limited number of one or two people. If he wants to suppress one side and protect the safety of a ship in such a natural disaster, he has no power to catch it.

The master of the world is indeed the master of the world, and this magical Yang girl cannot be measured by common sense.

In addition, the heroes from all walks of life can also be said to be eight immortals crossing the sea to show their magical powers. Some people are well prepared and can spend money to keep them safe. Some people have a good mentality, do not compete for the first, wait and see, and wait for the limelight to pass. Some people are familiar with water and have experience in dealing with storms, so they do not confront storms, but avoid sharp edges and strategic avoidance.

Only a very small number of people are extremely strong in their own strength to be able to face difficulties and cross the sea. On a large ship, in the midst of the ghostly crying and oozing laughter, there were large blue-gray handprints from the bow of the ship, one after another. The terrifying waves that slapped over were all scattered one by one by this big handprint. This seemed to be an incredible internal skill that could be squandered without limit, which made the rest of the people on the ship also change color slightly, and they were afraid.

If it weren't for the fact that he was missing the last step, it would be difficult to find an opponent in the whole world.

And the silver priest held the glimmering strange stone in his hand, and he closed his eyes tightly as if sensing something. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and pointed to the side: "Over there!"

He discovered that the stone in his hand had a mysterious sensation with somewhere in the depths of the sea. This induction is vague, vague and vague, and it is impossible to locate the most accurate direction. But he believes that he must be right, and the mysterious island and the wind and rain stone must be related.

Then you can't miss it.

Through Guò's sense of the changes in the vitality of heaven and earth, the silver priest said in a deep voice: "The mysterious island is about to be born. And we must be the first to land on the island!" (To be continued......)

PS: The two-in-one chapter is full of weight~~ In addition, Song Lizong's poem is actually taken from the Romance of the Gods, and only the place name of the last sentence has been changed. Those who have seen it will instantly understand what kind of stalk this is, yes, I did use this to predict something~