The monk on the clouds was the second senior brother of Fangcun Temple before, Hui Jue, whom Mo Ling had secretly seen before.

Monk Huijue sat on the lotus platform and shouted at Jiaolong: "Evil obstacles!

Heijiao lost Neidan, frightened and anxious, there was willing to listen, only to hear an earth-shattering roar, clouds of smoke whistling out of the clouds, blowing ghosts crying wolves, piercing clouds and cracking stones. Mo Ling expected that it was poor in donkey skills, so he had to fight to the death and secretly protect himself.

I saw that the monk Huijue was busy pinching the trick with his left hand, reciting the mantra, and spurting out the true qi in his chest, and tearing off the robe on his body. Throwing it forward, the robe immediately became louder with the sound of the incantation, but in an instant, it was already covered by the sky.

For a time, the wind was surging, and the power of this treasure actually drove the vision of heaven and earth. How many Sanskrit words flashed and moved, as if the secrets of heaven and earth were all on the robe. Hui Jue wrapped the robe downward, and in an instant, the golden light was ten thousand ways, integrating a pillar of light about 100 zhang high, and it was covering the black Jiao. The black Jiao was trapped inside, constantly opening its teeth and dancing its claws, roaring strangely, bumping and bumping. It was so stirred that the clouds were flying and the rain was shooting, and Huijue clung to the magic weapon and didn't pay attention to it, just silently reciting the mantra and urging the true yuan.

The nine black Jiao, under the brilliance of the robe, began to look impressive, billowing black smoke erupted all over the body, and there seemed to be countless souls wailing in the smoke, surging and not dissipating, and the fireworks condensed, turning into countless human faces, screaming and roaring. But after a few breaths, the black smoke dissipated, and a green fire was born, and the flames were full of resentment, and how many remnant souls rushed out together, and once the light irradiated, they all turned into dust. This was repeated five times, and the fireworks were completely gone, and the black Jiao's movements became slower and slower. After a short time, even after his blood and qi were weakened, his body suddenly shrank, and in the blink of an eye, he had shrunk to a few inches, and was wrapped tightly in his robe.

Huijue was about to retract his robe, and suddenly the gap in his robe, trembling slightly, was pierced by the black mang, a small hole was pierced by the black mang, and a black smoke wrapped in the small dragon body, and the lightning shot into the air, and in an instant, it had disappeared.

Li Xuanji exclaimed: "It's not good!

Hui Jue shook his head, and flew over with his feet on the auspicious clouds: "This evil obstacle is not exhausted! It's not that we haven't done our full work!"

Mo Ling pretended not to know, and also saluted: "The master is polite!" In his heart, he was extremely jealous, this seemingly honest Huijue actually had such mana, and the last time he followed Li Xuanji rashly, it was too much Meng Lang!

Li Xuanji put away the auspicious clouds and came over: "Senior brother, this is Mo Ling!" Seeing the robe and bowl held by Huijue, he arrived, "Could it be that this is the Buddhist heirloom treasure that Senior Brother has always treasured, the Yunjin robe and the Miluo bowl?"

"Exactly! Senior Brother calculated that you were in trouble, and ordered me to hold these two treasures and come to save you! Unexpectedly, he escaped, but fortunately the baby was not injured, otherwise how to explain to Senior Brother?"

After speaking, he took out the dragon ball in the bowl and put it in the palm of his hand, the dragon ball was pale yellow, and the whole body was crystal clear, like mutton fat, beating left and right in the palm to try to escape. Hui Jue gently wiped the dragon ball, and the dragon ball immediately calmed down and handed it to Mo Ling: "Donor! This dragon ball is related to you, the first time you meet, the poor monk will give this thing to you as a meeting gift!"

Huijue's kindness made Mo Ling stunned, this dragon ball was not an ordinary dragon ball, but a dragon ball that was about to transform, Mo Ling could even feel the surging dragon qi on it, although Mo Ling was a little stunned, but did not refuse.

The treasure is right in front of him, why do you have to refuse it pedanticly? Moreover, Mo Ling's plan in the future, dragon qi, is as much as possible!

"Then thank Master Huijue!"

Hui Jue smiled and didn't speak, Mo Ling's willingness to fight against the dragon for the people made the second senior brother very useful. Of course, this world is not so true, kind and beautiful, but Huijue feels that a person who values the people will definitely develop better in the future than a person who attaches importance to the landlord and the outside, and more importantly...

The Four Heavenly Kings canonized by Mo Ling are extremely similar to the four King Kongs of Buddhism, although there is a suspicion of snatching incense! But on the other hand, Mo Ling has no resistance to Buddhism, which is what Monk Huijue really values.

"The dragon has receded, the heavy rain will stop soon, and the flood will be serious even if it does not continue to expand. ”

Hui Jue said with a slight pause:

"If the treatment is not good, although the natural disaster has passed, the man-made disaster is not far away, you must prepare for it in advance! ”

After Huijue finished speaking, he didn't stay too long, his body turned into a flying shadow, and he tread water and left.

...

The battle on the top of the mountain is not visible to the living, but the howling wind and strange light can be faintly visible. Especially after the last move, the heavy rain suddenly decreased, the wind also stopped, and then the water level stopped rising, and the Sui River stabilized, and everyone thought that it was a fairy apparition.

Although there was no incense, Mo Ling was constantly worshiped in the temple, and the people were more religious, but unfortunately Mo Ling's incense only slowed down. As Hui Jue said, the flood is just no longer serious, but the current situation is enough to make both sides of Shu County hurt their muscles and bones.

Mo Ling sighed slightly, Jiaolong was just using Tianshi. This year, the celestial phenomena predicted that there would be heavy rains, and there was already a flood, but under the agitation of the dragon, the floods seemed to have been commanded, became more powerful, and caused more powerful damage.

Mo Ling flew back to the temple, and the gods and generals watched from a distance just now, although they couldn't really see it, but on such occasions, they also knew that it was not for him to break through, and they couldn't help but look at Mo Ling with awe. The battle just now left a too big impression on them, and Mo Ling was already more powerful than when he killed the city full of ghosts, I don't know how many times.

"Lord, the flood has stopped rising, I just went upstream to take a look, the heavy rain has begun to thin out, at most the flood will begin to retreat in two days, and my subordinates estimate that in half a month, the flood will pass!"

Heishui reported the flood situation as soon as possible, but Mo Ling was not interested. Others couldn't see it, but Mo Ling and Mo Li clearly felt that the current incense input was nearly half less than usual. If believers are evaluated by the incense input, half of the living people around Yishui City were swept away by the flood.

Mo Ling looked at Heishui, who was slightly excited, and asked as if asking himself:

"Tell me, how long can a living person live in the water? two days?"

Heishui was speechless, opened his mouth and couldn't say anything, but Mo Ling walked back, and Mo Li followed and continued:

"I went to see it just now, and most of what Li Dazhi and they brought were food and clothing, and if you add the dry food that our temple always has for pilgrims, it can still be supported in two or three days. ”

Mo Ling nodded with satisfaction when he heard this, the flood came and went quickly, and the disaster of the people on both sides of the Sui River had just begun. After the flood, the man-made disaster 'flood tax silver' brought about by the disaster relief Qin Cha Gao Qian has just hit the road!