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A hint of wind rises.

This wind, like a spiritual snake, broke the incense ash and burrowed into the clothes of all the villagers present.

The cool scrapes across the body, and the exhilaration.

However, this is not enough, far from enough, for the villagers it is like a kitten scratching its heart, about to come out but not out, scratching the boot, the consequence is that the desire is stronger and more greedy.

Soon, a cool and steamy wind swept up the dust.

Call!!!

"Hahahaha...... The wind is blowing! It's wet! It's going to rain!" the villagers shouted.

Many people looked at the sky with excitement, although it was still so blue, but one or two obvious wisps of gray mist appeared at some point, and this fog spread outward, the range became larger and larger, and the color became more and more intense.

Ten people could feel that the cloud was getting thicker and thicker.

Yes, the ash is pressing, thicker, heavier, deeper.

In the blink of an eye, the clouds became like ink waves tumbling, so low that they seemed to be close at hand, and the sky was dark in an instant, without the slightest sunlight.

The wind carried the cold breath of water, and it was wanton and relaxed.

Rustle rustle......

The crops in the fields swayed merrily, and all the trees in the village rattled, shaking off dust and dead leaves.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning streaked through the dark clouds, as if the sky had cracked.

Click-boom!

The thunder followed, rumbling unconsciously, and the tumbling clouds slowed down in the thunder, and finally began to regain its calm, like a pot of increasingly viscous paste, which could not be pounded and pounded.

Crackling......

Drop by drop, each drop was the size of a soybean, first a few trickles, then more and more, denser and denser, and turned into a torrential rain in the blink of an eye.

The sound of the rain changed from swishing to roaring, like a waterfall.

The villagers watched as the water on the ground turned into a stream, and the stream became a pond, and the pond became a small lake.

The old and weak women and children in the village have already returned to their respective homes, while those who remain are the old and young men of the village, taking off their clothes one by one and enjoying the pleasure of the heavy rain.

"It's raining, it's raining! Hubo has appeared!"

"Alas......" The two brothers of the Li family sat on the ground together, enjoying the rain pouring into their mouths, and the big stone in their hearts finally landed.

Li Changshu glanced back, and saw that the statue of the dragon head and the human body had become extremely glorious on the surface. The brilliance here is not sesame oil dyeing, but like a layer of crystal on the surface.

What's even more amazing is that outside the open-air stone incense burner, which should have been filled with rainwater, there seems to be this invisible barrier to keep the rainwater out.

Glancing at Li Dadao, his heart was deeply shocked - this is a miracle!

"It's still Hu Bo who works! What kind of Amitabha Buddha or something, it's all goods that occupy the pit and don't!" The bastard who dragged the hammer shouted loudly in the rain to a bastard next to him, and he was rubbing his hands on his body in the bath.

"Yes, let's have a good day, just don't worry about food and clothing! Who is this wind and rain going well? Isn't it Hubo?! Come! Help me rub my back! This damn drought, I haven't taken a shower for a long time!"

Another bastard rubbed the man's body with his soaked clothes, and the man screamed cool.

"In the future, we will only worship this lake! The rain will come! This is called a quasi!" The rain is heavy, and the dirt that has just been rubbed out will be washed away in the blink of an eye.

Even the wind and rain blew again.

Whew-

With a bang, a gust of wind and rain poured into the temple gate of the Venerable Meditation and pounced on the great monk and the little novice.

The golden halo emanating from the great monk's body blocked all the water vapor, his eyes were gloomy, and his fists rattled.

On the side, Xiao Shami clasped his hands together, his head lowered slightly, and two green flames suddenly burst out from his empty eyes, and the water vapor was cut off by the invisible power on his body.

However, the strong wind roared, blowing the melons, fruits, snacks, and burning incense candles on the incense table in the temple into a mess.

The incense in the censer was blown off suddenly.

Almost at the same time, the copper incense burner filled with incense ashes was blown off along with the incense case.

Boom!

The great monk suddenly exerted his strength, stomped on the ground with his big feet and made a big hole, and the whole person flew out at once, and at the same time, he was covered in golden light, and the huge virtual image of the meditation venerable shrouded his body.

Click.

With a soft sound, he was already standing on the shrine.

"Let me tell you, this old man seems to like to listen to good words, let's talk more good to him when the time comes, and then ask him for something, and keep it better than any Arhat Bodhisattva...... Spirit...... Luo, Luohan!"

The bastard was still bragging, and when he caught a glimpse of the shrine, his eyes straightened.

The rest of the people immediately felt that something was wrong, and when they looked back, they saw a monk standing there.

This monk is burly, with his hands folded, as steady as an iron floating temple, but he feels lighter than a bird, because his toes are on the very top of the shrine!

"Great monk!" Braving the heavy rain, the bastards immediately recognized it.

It was then that they saw more clearly.

The great monk was not dripping with water all over his body, and he was all isolated from his body—outside his body, shrouded in a thin layer of transparent golden light.

This layer of golden light turned out to be an image, and these bastards recognized that this image was a meditating arhat who was one of the eighteen arhats of Buddhism!

"Luohan! It turns out that this great monk is the reincarnation of Luohan!"

The villagers, who were still drenched in the rain, thought that the great monk was the true manifestation of the Arhat, and they immediately threw themselves into the mud and knelt down.

"Arhat has appeared!"

"His Holiness has great mercy!"

"Li San'er, a believer, paid homage to Lord Arhat, and hoped that Lord Arhat would be merciful and accept me as a disciple. ”

The villagers in the rain knelt on the ground, noisy and shouting, each more crazy than the other, but in the face of these, the great monk was like a high immortal, regarded these as ants, and ignored them.

His eyes were cold and sharp, like a poisonous snake spitting out the breath of his prey, and he scanned his surroundings closely.

But what is the result?

With such heavy rain and extremely low visibility, will Ao Yan let him see it?

Absolutely...... That's weird!

The great monk's face was gloomy, he suddenly pointed to the sky, and the Dharma Xiang of his body followed this action, his whole body trembled, and all the raindrops that were about to rush to his body were violently shaken.

This scene is really "King Kong angry eyes".

He looked up to the sky and shouted: "Who kind of demon dares to make a mistake in front of the Buddha! Don't show up quickly! Otherwise...... Don't blame me for the White Lotus Sect's rude!"

The Arhat Illusion's mouth opened and closed, and the voice of a great monk came out.

The sound waves turned into golden light, and they spread out in circles, like ripples in the sky, swinging out for a long time.

However, at this moment, a grand, vast and majestic voice sounded, shaking all around, and the ripples of golden light shattered in an instant.

"Bold. The way of heaven is supreme, and the evil way of the White Lotus also dares to be presumptuous. ”

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