Since that day, the ship seems to have been buried in a cloud, and there has been no sunny day. The wind was raging, the thunder was rolling, and the light rain was intermittent.

The wind and waves were so strong that many of the guests on board vomited, and the ship's "phase wind" (note: from the instrument used to measure the direction of the wind in Middle-earth) spun incessantly, and the captain was very calm, muttering, "Probably the storm is coming." ”

Then the wind howled and slashed like a knife, and the sails were full and creaked...... A flash of lightning struck, the flagpole of the ship was broken, and the captain was busy letting the sailors lower the sails, and he pushed the helmsman away to take the helm himself.

The rain was heavier, and then it poured like a pour, and the waves carried the boat up to a ten-zhang tall building, and suddenly fell into the endless abyssal sea, and the big ship was like a leaf in this monstrous wave, drifting helplessly.

The ship was already in chaos, the screams of men and women, the cries of children, and all kinds of objects crashing and flying between the waves and the wind, in this turbulent blue water, people were really small and helpless.

Before the rain rained, the elder Fa Xianhe had already tied up his scriptures and squeezed them tightly with his body, and then simply tied himself and the scriptures together with ropes, closed his eyes, and recited the scriptures to himself.

The giant mountain has nothing to grow, and when he sees the law, he is temporarily worry-free, and he stumbles in the cabin, so he wants to run to help the crew.

As soon as he got out of the cabin, a hairball flew towards him, and he grabbed it casually, but it was a civet cat less than a month. He grinned, returned to the cabin, and stuffed the little thing into Fa Xian's arms, the old monk hurriedly pushed it out, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the kitten was trembling all over, and a pair of big eyes covered with a small face, full of horror, but also pitiful.

He couldn't help but put down the rosary, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the "hairy ball", and the cat made a comfortable "meow-" sound, put the little hairy paw on his chest, like a villain, sighed lightly, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The old monk's face was wrinkled like a chrysanthemum blooming, and he smiled at the giant mountain.

"A name, huh?" Fa Xiandao.

"This face is so can't you see it clearly, so let's call it a flower face." Giant Mountain Road.

This storm lasted for three days, and I didn't know how many people fell into the water, but they didn't have time to save them, and the goods and luggage that fell were countless. Jushan helped the sailors desperately drain the water, and they had not slept for three days. As the wind faded, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the water discharged by the big ships was not as good as the water that was poured in, and the draft became deeper and deeper.

The captain discussed with the chief mate and others that they could only reduce the weight of the ship, otherwise the ship might really sink. Without further ado, the captain with four or five able-bodied sailors began to clean up from the bilge.

After all, the people living below are all poor, and luggage and other things are naturally not too expensive. He was resolute, and when he saw that a woman or a child threw his heavy object directly into the sea, and if there was a man, he asked and discussed, and if there was a discord of speech, and there was a conflict, he was also subdued by several sailors, and many poor people's burdens, luggage, and heavy goods were thrown into the sea, and there was a cry, pleading, spitting, and scolding......

When the group of people arrived at Faxian's side, he was still chanting in a low voice. Suddenly, a Brahmin devotee jumped out and said that perhaps this person had annoyed Shiva and the Eight Great Dragon Kings, and the captain motioned for all the scriptures of the Fasian to be thrown into the sea.

But Fa Xian was tied to the scriptures, and he hugged him to the death, and the sailors coerced him with knives, and Fa Xian refused to obey him. The captain had the captain whip him first, and everyone watched, some scolded in a low voice, some were silent, but no one dared to stop him.

The captain turned out to be a follower of the Brahmanical religion, and when he saw that Faxian was stubborn, he became angry and scolded: "I think you are pitiful, you have been a good person, and you have been charged a lot of fare, and you have been allowed to eat and live for nothing." I don't want to bring you with me, but I have caused such storms that have not been encountered for decades.

"I have often dreamed that Lord Shiva's face is unhappy these days, and it must be that you, a thief monk, have offended his old man by reciting some bird sutra on the boat all day, and now the wind and waves are getting worse day by day, and the big ship is about to capsize.

"You heretic, you can't even bear the scriptures, but you want me to be buried with you. Phew! Come, throw this demon monk into the sea with all these demonic scriptures! Honor Shiva and his old man, maybe the wind and waves will stop. The Brahmin devotees on board cheered in unison.

Two stout sailors came forward to pull the Fa Xian, and the other two went to carry the scriptures. Someone from behind suddenly shouted: "You dare! Everyone turned around and saw that it was Wu Sanye.

"The Emperor of Middle-earth is the most pro-Buddhism, this old monk is a high-ranking monk in the world, and he is well versed in Buddhism, if you dare to kill him, I will inform His Majesty the Emperor of Middle-earth, and send a naval army to hunt you down, and I will not let anyone go!"

This captain Tianzhu has always bullied the weak and feared the hard, and when he heard this, he hurriedly motioned for the sailors to retreat first.

By this time, the giant mountain was exhausted and stumbled back to the cabin to rest. Pushing aside the crowd and seeing the wound on Faxian's back, he raised an elbow and hit a crew member in the heart, and with a "click" the sternum seemed to be cracked.

He flew up again and kicked the other crew member out of the cabin, almost falling overboard, and angrily said, "Who hurt the mage?" ”

Wu Sanye took out a small ingot of gold and secretly stuffed it into the captain's hand, and said in a low voice: "I bought these luggage, you go to find someone else's bad luck!" "When the captain saw that there was gold, and that the mountain was so brave, he thought that if the Emperor of Middle-earth asked about his sin, how could he resist?

Besides, he trades between Middle Earth and Tianzhu all the year round, even if he escapes back to Tianzhu, this business can no longer be done, four wives and seven or eight children in the family, how to eat and drink?

Strange to say, after this sassy operation, a sailor suddenly came to report: "The rain has stopped." The captain hurriedly followed back to check, and his men helped the wounded staggered away.

Jushan was still waiting to ask who had injured the old monk, but he was held down by Wu Sanye and said in a low voice: "It's important to treat the old mage first!" ”