Dark clouds covered the sky and the sun, rolling in, if you look more clearly, you can find that it is not a cloud at all, but a condensation of countless black breaths. Tumbling and writhing in mid-air, as if someone was manipulating it behind the scenes, it seemed quite spiritual.

Under the dark clouds, there is a surging river, wave after wave, overwhelming the mountains and seas, and the momentum is amazing.

Dark clouds and waves, the two are extremely closely related, to put it bluntly, it is under the action of dark clouds that such huge waves can be set off.

The clouds are surging!

The water vortex was soaring, and there were many fish and shrimp among them, which were weighed down by the dark clouds and died instantly. The body burst open, and the flesh melted into the water, staining the river a sickly red.

The strong smell of blood filled the river, and the occasional screams and howls turned the miles of land near the riverbank into a living hell.

"Anitabha!"

Suddenly, a Buddha horn came out, the sound was not loud, but it was clear, and the wind and rain could not be suppressed at all.

It is also strange to say that after this Buddha horn came out, the berm personnel who were originally rolling on the ground with their heads in pain woke up like a dream, and they all recovered their minds and climbed up.

They looked at each other in amazement, and suddenly saw a gray figure appear on the river embankment, blown by the wind in gray clothes, hunting and flying.

Vaguely, you can see that this person has a bald head, and he is a monk.

At such a time of crisis, a monk suddenly appeared, could it be that the legendary Arhat descended to earth to save the world from suffering?

In a hurry, they didn't have time to think about it, and saw that the black clouds were urging the river waves to get closer and closer, and the momentum was so oppressive and intimidating that they hurriedly took a step. Rushed back to the city.

"Anitabha!"

Another Buddha trumpet.

The stinky monk's body floated, and the next moment he had appeared on a huge rock by the river.

The tide is surging. This rock was covered a long time ago, but since the monk climbed it. The dark red waters immediately retreated, making way for a place.

"You, a monk from the Lonely Sky Temple?"

Under the dark clouds, there was a sudden loud shout, like thunder, shocking people's heartstrings.

"Yes, the poor monk is lonely and smelly, and he has seen the evil ancestor. ”

The stinky monk clasped his palms together and answered with his eyebrows lowered.

"Hahaha. I didn't expect you, the little monk, to know the name of your ancestor, so spare you and retreat quickly, so as not to say that I use the big to suppress the small. ”

The stinky monk's face was unwavering, and he said word for word: "If the evil ancestor retreats, the poor monk will naturally leave." ”

"Well, you're going to get in my way?"

The stinky monk shook his head: "No, the poor monk is definitely not the way of the ancestor, but the ancestor you are blocking my way." ”

This is a Zen machine. However, who is the ancestor, he naturally understands as soon as he hears it: he has been hiding in the mountains for a few years, and he is in retreat to recuperate. That day, Ye Junsheng came with the pig demon, originally wanting to collect evil qi. Unexpectedly, he was alarmed and woke up.

The two fought each other, and the ancestor found that Ye Junsheng was carrying the Xuanhuang stubborn stone seal of the Supreme Treasure Heaven and Earth.

This is a remarkable discovery. Rao is that he has been famous for a long time, and his cultivation is unfathomable. It's been a long time since I didn't fake foreign things, but I still moved my mind. I want to plunder it and refine it for my own use.

If this can be done, holding this treasure of pure yang, then the Evil Ancestor will have a great reliance, and it will not take long to fight back to thirty-three days and regain his former majesty.

After all, the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Stubborn Stone Seal is by no means an ordinary magic weapon, but a top-ranked pure yang treasure, which is enough to become the foundation of the religion and the thing of enlightenment. It's just that there was a great change in the first thirty-three days, and the whereabouts of this treasure are unknown, which has become a big unsolved case.

never expected that it would be obtained by Ye Junsheng, and it happened to be discovered by the ancestor. This is really a destined number of days, and it belongs to his atmospheric luck.

Unfortunately, the ancestor had just woken up, and his cultivation was not three out of ten, so he let Ye Junsheng and the others escape. At that time, he couldn't chase it directly, so he had to take down the Firebird Ancestor later and let him inquire around.

The hard work paid off, and when the Firebird Ancestor found out that Ye Junsheng was in Yangzhou, the ancestor couldn't hold it anymore, and the Yuan Shen was out of his body, and he wanted to transport the great divine power to pour the water of a river and flood Yangzhou City, so as to force Ye Junsheng out.

As for the loss of life, it was not in his consideration at all. Moreover, as an evil ancestor, he likes all kinds of evil qi the most, just drowning the people in the city, and he can also collect thousands of evil qi to replenish his body and restore his cultivation.

The ancestor was menacing, and he realized that Yangzhou Chenghuang retreated because of his avoidance of literature, and he was more confident without this figure.

The clinker is gone, but the monk of the Lonely Sky Temple is killed in the horizontal ground to block the way, and he is upset.

"You monk, but you walk in the world of the Lonely Sky Temple?"

"Not bad. ”

"Hehe, thirty-three days, the Tao Shi walked, the original intention was to roll in the red dust, find cause and effect, and end the dust. So, now, do you want to use this to satisfy the feelings of helping the world? You, you are really not afraid of death!"

The voice of the ancestor was obviously loaded with mana, majestic, although the true body was not revealed, but the vast majesty could not be concealed at all, and it was directly pressed down, and the heavy, physically and mentally fragile people almost had to kneel and prostrate on the ground.

However, the stinky monk did not have joy or sorrow, stood majestically, and said: "The Buddha said, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell." ”

"Okay, since you are stubborn, then the ancestor will send you to the west to see the Buddha!"

Just as the words were spoken, the dark clouds changed, and a stream of river water below seemed to be pinched by a big hand, lifted up, turned into a giant dragon, opened its teeth and danced its claws, let out a deafening roar, and rushed towards the stinky monk.

The stinky monk's face was solemn, his hands quickly pinched out the formula, and with a wave, he tore off the plain white rosary hanging around his neck.

Bang!

The rosary was disconnected, and ninety-nine eighty-one beads flew in front of him, and the golden light was great, condensing into a mysterious formation, and facing the flying water dragon head-on.

As soon as the two clashed, the waves were monstrous, forming a great momentum, which was extremely terrifying. Fortunately, the people in the vicinity have basically run out, and no one has seen them. Otherwise, there will be many more bizarre legends in the world.

......

The river outside the city is churning, but the inside of the city is relatively calm.

After a long period of rain, the people complained, but it has not yet reached the point of getting out of control. On the main streets, officials patrol from time to time to check on the people's situation.

There is a unique scene in Yangzhou Academy, the world's first talent competition is in full swing, and it has not been affected much by the climate.

Today's session is the Rhythm Unit.

"In the past, when I didn't go on stage, a few people in the world knew me;

Compared with the wind and rain, Ye Junsheng played the couplet he said before. Everyone in the audience had different thoughts, but the burning eyes were all on someone on the stage, without exception.

The next moment, Ye Junsheng sat on the special chair prepared in advance, flipped his hands, and picked up two things that resembled drumsticks.

Boom!

The percussion began, and at the same time, in an unseen place, the aura on the top was like a flower, proudly blooming. (To be continued.) )