The little monk suddenly walked out of the cave...

Mu Na's immature eyes are still clear, but there is a faint hint of melancholy. With that preoccupied look, anyone could see that he was distressed at the moment. To be more precise, he has been in such a state of depression and anxiety since the salamander's service. It's just that the little monk has always been stunned, and he is not good at communicating with people, so no one has studied this matter deeply. Xia Xun saw it in his eyes, and he didn't ask anything.

"Little master..."

Seeing the little monk coming silently, Xia Xun was a little suspicious but didn't think much about it, and asked with a light smile: "Why don't you sleep so late?"

"Amitabha. ”

The little monk walked slowly to Xia Xun's side, carefully put the oil lamp on the ground against a stone, then put his hands together and said in a daze: "The little monk can't sleep." ”

"Oh..."

Lean over and carefully grind the mung beans.

Xia Xun nodded as if he had realized it, and said with a smile: "It's no wonder. ”

"The weather tonight is quite abnormal, black clouds are overwhelming the city and want to destroy it, and the wind and rain are coming, but there is no thunder. The stuffy air is like boiling dumplings, which really makes people sleep uncomfortably. It's good to take a few steps out and breathe. Although the weather is strange, it should rain when the wind blows. Listening to the sound of the rain and the cool breeze, you must be able to sleep peacefully. ”

"It's not the weather," the little monk shook his head dumbfounded.

"Oh?" Xia Xun looked strange.

The little monk explained: "In recent days, the little monk has had many worries in his heart, and he is entangled and depressed, so it is difficult to sleep. ”

"Whew..."

A strange wind flickered with the little monk's words.

The gust of wind is really weird. The wind started suddenly, I don't know where it started, it seemed to be from east to south, and it seemed to be from west to north, all the way to fly sand and stones across the two mountains of salamanders, blowing the mountains and grass sand shaking.

“......”

The wind is fishy, and it hides its evil intentions.

But it's not like a human emotion...

Outside, on the top of the Newt Mountain, Mo Xian and Mo Yan who looked at the moon first heard the wind and were solemn, noticed the abnormality, and immediately turned to the southwest with fine light in their eyes.

Xiahou and Bai Xiu on the mountainside of the newt reacted a little slower, but they also noticed this strange wind after a few breaths. The two hurriedly closed their smiling mouths, looked around, and finally fixed their eyes on the belly of Salamander Mountain--they also looked at Xia Xun and the little monk.

The strange wind blew and turned up the sallow monk's robe.

The shadow of the salsa tree, like a demon dancing its claws.

The little monk looked sad, but he was still indifferent.

On the other hand, Xia Xun looked stunned and terrified. He was the closest to the little monk, but only two feet away, so he could feel the inexplicable aura that began invisibly at the moment when the wind rose.

That doesn't seem like the property of the wind. It's more like an invisible person, because the little monk said the wrong word, and snorted sullenly.

"Uh..."

Xia Xun was forced to put down the medicine pestle in his hand and cautiously look at the dim mountain rocks around him. Eventually, his eyes were fixed on the dark clouds that had been gathering for a long time at the zenith of the salamander...

Since the salamander Xia Xun played a leisurely game, there will be clouds gathering in the sky above Salamander Ze from time to time, sometimes black as ink, sometimes gray as dust, all of them gather quietly and quickly, never stay in the sky for two hours, let alone rain with them.

I don't say that this is a vision, not a celestial phenomenon, and there must be demons when things go wrong...

And tonight, it's even more perverse.

But seeing the core of the dark clouds for several miles, I don't know when the silver-white thunder light has been faintly brewed, the thunder light is as thin as wool, thousands of threads are intertwined into a net, and the savings are directly above Xia Xun and the little monk!

"Is this a vision of the wrath of heaven?"

“......”

It's okay not to look at this, but when I see Xia Xun, I am scared.

Where is this stormy cloud?

This is clearly a thundercloud of heavenly anger!

I was shocked to see it, and the sweat on my sideburns did not only ooze out of the skin.

Xia Xun said cautiously: "Little master, your heart is not simple. ”

"Well, it's not easy. ”

The little monk didn't seem to see the thundercloud vision in his eyes, he still nodded dumbfoundedly, and responded: "So the little monk has been thinking about it for many days and still doesn't dare to speak. ”

"Hehe..."

Xia Xun stiffly curled the corners of his mouth, smiling more ugly than crying. He must have known about the gathering of thunderclouds in the sky.

The so-called people are angry, and the sky is also intentional. Wind and rain are news, and thunder and lightning are punishments. People have joys and sorrows, and there are joys and moods in the sky. When the wind and rain are smooth, the blessing is thousands of miles. When angry, the mountain floods and tsunamis, reset the rivers and mountains, and dominate the people. Xia Yuan tore up the heavenly oath and angered the sky, and the thunder punishment he incurred was like this. And now that the thunderclouds are rolling, there is a hidden evil intention, which is a sign of dispatch!

This is, damned...

Xia Xun asked with difficulty, "That... Then you dare to speak now?"

"Amitabha. ”

“......”

The little monk was silent for a long time chanting the Buddha's name, as if he was hesitating whether to tell the things that had been suppressed in his heart for many days. Just as he hesitated, the dark clouds above the dome had converged with the thunder and lightning, turning into pitch black, and gradually deriving into real thunderclouds. The silver snake thunder and lightning are entangled in the black clouds, and there is a hidden tendency to fall!

"Wow..."

The terrifying aura of energy gathers and falls!

Like an invisible hand raising to grasp a radius of several miles...

The Mo Yan and Mo Xian on the top of the Newt Mountain have an extremely keen sense of smell. At the moment when the thundercloud formed, the trace of unusualness in their hearts instantly turned into extreme danger. Without hesitation, they drew their swords on their backs. The aura bloomed like flames, and the shadow of the sword appeared, turning into two snow-white lotus flowers in the dark silence of the night, jumping up and flying towards Xia Xun...

"Damn, what are you guys doing!?"

Xia Hou on the other end obviously didn't understand the situation yet. But the dangerous aura leaked from the thunderclouds in the sky also made him deeply feel that things were not good, and he drank violently. And with Xiahou's loud shouting, dozens of northerners who were sleeping soundly in the cave on the wall of Salamander Mountain were also awakened, and they got up one after another and rushed out of the cave...

"Damn!"

"How can there be thunderclouds!"

"What's going on!?"

"Amitabha, hey, what bad things have you done, senior brother?"

"It's... Is this a Heavenly Punishment Thundercloud?!"

When everyone went out of the mountain, they looked up and saw that the terrifying heavenly thunder was emitting thunder, and the sky was dense with thunder, and the sky was like a spider web, intertwined, and crumbling, and they immediately exclaimed. The fat monk was even more shocked, and he pulled his sleeve and squatted behind the stone on the side to hide. Lei Meng resolutely walked out of the crowd. Muto, Muto blooms purple and attaches to his hands. The rest of the people are all restrained, showing their respective fighting spirits. Although they didn't know it, everyone was ready for a fierce battle in an instant.

Dushao is very knowledgeable, and when others were panicking, he saw the mystery of the thundercloud above his head at a glance.

"This is not a heavenly punishment, it is a heavenly punishment. ”

"Damnation?"

Lei Meng turned his head and asked, "Isn't Heavenly Punishment Heavenly Punishment?"

"Definitely not. ”

Du Shao shook his head and explained quickly: "Heavenly punishment is the punishment of the heavens. Those who blaspheme the will of heaven and those who destroy the way of heaven will be punished by the thunder of the sky. This is the case with Xia Yuan tearing up the Heavenly Oath, and so is Xia Xun's desire to kill the Tang True Dragon. And the damnation of heaven is the condemnation of the wrath of heaven. Everything in the world is regulated by the Heavenly Dao, and all living beings are subject to the rules of the Great Dao. Birth, old age, sickness and death, reincarnation in the future, are all heavenly opportunities and cannot be disobeyed. Revealing the secrets of heaven and snooping into the secrets of heaven is to act against the heavens, and they are all punished by heaven. As he spoke, Dushao's face deepened, and he looked at Xia Xun and the little monk on the edge of the cliff: "What are they doing, how can they attract heaven's curse?"

“......”