On the Yangtze River, the river level is already higher than the city.

Tens of meters high water waves rose in the agitation, like a canopy in front of the golden mountain.

And the back wave is higher than the wave, and there is a tendency to rush straight in, which is very scary.

I let out a slow breath.

The legend of the water flooding the golden mountain is about to come true today.

I just glanced at it, and Shang Kun urged impatiently: "Master Li, this is the important place of Jinguang Temple, and outsiders are not allowed to stay." ”

I glanced at the old monk on the futon in front of the door, folded my hands and said, "Master, there are many misunderstandings in this, after this battle, the younger generation wants to see Abbot Jinguang." ”

Shennongjia has already made a move, and Jinguang is too busy to come to see me now.

What's more, it is impossible for Jinguang Temple to stop at such a time.

The old monk's eyes were closed, and the white beard on his chest fluttered in the wind.

I waited for about ten seconds, but he didn't speak.

Seeing this, I don't want to waste any more time.

Because just now, I had a bold idea.

I want Fang Hatshao to imitate the Thunder Dragon, secretly replace the Thunder Dragon, and then find a way to take people down the mountain.

In doing so, it seems that the contradiction is transferred to the Xuan world.

But in fact, without the fuse of the Thunder Dragon, all parties will stop.

As long as there is an opportunity for face-to-face communication, the truth will always be clarified.

However, in order to achieve the effect I want, someone from Shennongjia has to come forward to express his willingness to accept mediation.

At the moment, the only thing I can think of is Mayes.

But his attitude made me a little unsure.

I was thinking in my heart that I was going to follow Shang Kun back to the Zen Temple.

As a result, after taking two steps forward, the old monk suddenly said: "Master Li Shi's house is kind-hearted, which makes the old man deeply ashamed. ”

"Shang Kun!"

Shang Kun hurriedly stopped, turned around and said, "Senior Ancestor, please command." ”

Shizu ......

Sure enough, I found the right person.

The old monk said: "After this battle, you brought Master Li Shi here to see me!" ”

"Yes!" Shang Kun saluted, got up and said, "Master Li, please." ”

When we came down from the mountain, the water of the Yangtze River was much higher, and it had reached the mountainside of Jinshan.

Look at the momentum, it's about to start.

When I returned to the Zen courtyard, Mao Xiaoyun was gone, and the rest of the people all climbed onto the roof.

I climbed up from the corner of the wall too.

Fang hated Shaodao: "In the Yangtze River, there are at least five dragons. The water flooded the golden mountain, and it is no longer a legend after today. ”

There is indeed a huge black shadow swimming in the water waves, but Fang Hate said that it is not a dragon.

What is the concept of five dragons?

In ancient legends, when the five Jiao got together, they were already able to fight a dragon.

As the waves became higher and higher, the air in the mountains became moist, and Jin Shan was unconsciously wrapped in a layer of mist.

Bang!

There was a loud bang in the Yangtze River, and a column of water rose from the water curtain and went straight to Jinshan.

Boom!

A bell rang out from the golden mountain, and the sound waves formed golden ripples.

The chanting of the monks became rapid, and some scriptures flew out of the monks' array and melted into the sound waves.

In the next second, the water column collided with the sound wave, and the water column exploded, dispersing into a water mist, which drifted far away with the wind and fell on us.

After the temptation, it's time for the real battle.

I couldn't help but be a little nervous.

As the water column was shattered, the chanting became louder and louder, and more scriptures flew out of the monk's formation, converging to form a huge prayer cylinder that surrounded the Jinguang Temple.

But when the rest of the water falls back into the Yangtze River, bigger waves rise from the river again.

This time, the waves are higher than the water column.

And when he was about to hit the light curtain of the prayer tube, a dull roar came from the water, and a golden dragon shadow was coming up inside.

In an instant, lightning and thunder thundered over Jinshan, and a light rain fell.

The new waves were fierce, but they stopped after reaching a certain height, and the water head rose and fell, making a deafening sound of waves, which was juxtaposed with the main water curtain to deter Jinguang Temple.

In the sky, the thunder became more and more dense.

"Click!"

A soft sound came from Fang Qishao's body, and a lightning rod popped out under the collar behind him.

I looked at him in amazement, he was moving freely along the way, and I thought that the lightning rod was just a temporary one he carried that day.

I didn't think he was carrying it with him all the time.

Isn't it uncomfortable for something so big, no matter how elaborate the mechanism is, to carry it on his body all day long?

Fang hated less of the lightning rod and proudly showed off.

My eyelids jumped wildly, and I carried Huang Jiu on my back and hurriedly moved to another roof.

"Miao" Guo Kai listened to Fang Hatshao's introduction, stroked his palms and praised, and went up to observe curiously.

The more he looked at it, the more wonderful it became.

Wang Lin frowned slightly, but he didn't realize the danger, he just felt that Guo Kai had slapped his ass.

At this moment, the water vapor in the air is already very dense, and with the dragon in the sky, the thunder and lightning have woven a huge net in the sky.

The rumbling sound shook the tiles of the Zen Temple.

I would like to remind Guo Kai.

As a result, before he could speak, a wrist-thick thunderbolt fell into the air.

For a while, the three of them sparked with lightning, and the light was so bright that I couldn't even open my eyes.

Huang Jiu grinned and asked gloatingly: "Those fools, they won't be struck by thunder, right?" ”

Electrifying and flint, scattering nature is also fast.

As soon as the light is weak, I look at it for the first time.

Fortunately, all three of them are still there, just with barbed hair, black heads and gray faces, and hot air on their bodies.

Looking at the way they looked, I wanted to laugh a little.

In Grandpa's graveyard, Lei Fa is a person who specializes in splitting coffins, and Fang Hates Shao's thing is a lightning rod.

Now, it's all about the lightning rod.

However, the lightning rod still played a little role, otherwise the lightning just now would have fallen on them, and the immortal skin would have been scorched.

Guo Kai was stunned by the thunder, and it took a few seconds to come back to his senses, and he spat out a puff of smoke in his mouth and asked, "Isn't this thing a lightning rod?" ”

Fang Qishao also exhaled a cigarette, and still said quite proudly: "Yes, it's a lightning rod, if it wasn't for it just now, the three of us would have died a long time ago." ”

When Guo Kai heard this, he felt reasonable, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that something was wrong, and scratched his head suspiciously.

Wang Lin realized it later, with an explosive head and smoke in his mouth and nose, he quickly climbed to my side.

Seeing this, Guo Kai kept him and said: "Brother Wang, don't go over, there is a lightning rod here, ...... An"

Before he could finish his sentence, another thunderbolt fell.

The electric light once again covered Fang Qishao and him.

But this time, I didn't have the time to pay attention to them, because the solitary water curtain crashed into the prayer tube light curtain around the Jinguang Temple with a thunderous sound.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the scriptures flew away, and the light curtain was knocked open a gap.

In the next second, a huge wave of more than 50 meters high in the Yangtze River came overwhelmingly and poured down from the gap.

The monstrous water destroyed countless buildings and dumped countless giant trees in an instant.

The monks down the mountainside could not sit still in the torrent, and thousands of people were immediately swept into the river.

And the first wave falls, and the second wave follows, and the new water meets the old flow, and the power is even more amazing.

Two waves fell, and more than 2,000 monks entered the Yangtze River, and life and death were unpredictable.

Seeing the third wave coming, an angry cry came from the mountainside: "Evil animal, die." ”

With the sound, a golden Buddha's hand manifested in the air and pressed towards the waves.