On the Yangtze River, the river surface is already higher than the city.
Water waves tens of meters high rose in the turbulence, blocking the front of Jinshan like a sky curtain.
Moreover, the following waves are higher than the previous ones, and have a tendency to rush forward, which is very scary.
I exhaled slowly.
The legend of water flooding the golden mountain will come true today.
I just glanced at it, and Shang Kun urged impatiently: "Donor Li, this is the important place of Jinguang Temple, outsiders are not allowed to stay."
I glanced at the old monk on the futon in front of the door, clasped my hands and said, "Master, there are many misunderstandings in this. After this battle, I want to see Abbot Jinguang."
Shennongjia has already taken action, and Jin Guang is too busy to see me now.
What's more, Jinguang Temple cannot stop at this time.
The old monk closed his eyes, and the white beard on his chest fluttered in the wind.
I waited for about ten seconds, but he didn't say anything.
Seeing this, I don’t want to waste any more time.
Because just now, I had a bold idea.
I want Fang Henshao to imitate the Thunder Dragon, secretly replace the Thunder Dragon, and then find a way to bring people down the mountain.
Doing so seems to transfer the conflict to the mysterious world.
But in fact, without the thunder dragon as a fuse, all parties will stop.
As long as there is an opportunity for face-to-face communication, the truth will always be revealed.
But in order to achieve the effect I want, someone from Shennongjia needs to come forward and express their willingness to accept mediation.
Currently, all I can think of is Mei Yis.
But his attitude made me a little unsure.
I was planning on following Shang Kun back to the monastery.
After taking two steps forward, the old monk suddenly said: "Almsgiver Li has a kind heart, which makes me feel deeply ashamed."
"Shang Kun!"
Shang Kun stopped in a hurry, turned around and said, "Master, please give me your instructions."
Master...
Sure enough, we found the right person.
The old monk said: "After this battle, you bring Donor Li here to see me!"
"Yes!" Shang Kun saluted, stood up and said, "Donor Li, please."
When we came down from the mountains, the water in the Yangtze River was much higher, and it had already reached the mountainside of Jinshan Mountain.
Judging from the momentum, we are about to take action.
When I returned to the monastery, Mao Xiaoyun disappeared, and the remaining people all climbed to the roof.
I also climbed up from the corner.
Fang Henshao said: "There are at least five dragons in the Yangtze River. The water covers the Jinshan Mountain. After today, it will no longer be a legend."
There was indeed a huge black shadow swimming in the water waves, but even if Fang Henshao didn't tell me, I couldn't tell it was a dragon.
What is the concept of five dragons?
According to ancient legends, when five dragons gather together, they can fight a dragon.
As the water waves got higher and higher, the air in the mountain became humid, and Jinshan was unconsciously wrapped in a layer of water mist.
Boom!
There was a loud noise from the Yangtze River, and a water column rose into the sky from the water curtain and headed straight for Jinshan.
Boom!
A bell rang out from the Golden Mountain, and the sound waves formed golden ripples.
The chanting of the monks became more rapid, and some scriptures flew out from the monks' formation and merged into the sound waves.
The next second, the water column collided with the sound wave, and the water column exploded and dispersed into mist, which floated far away with the wind and fell on us.
After the temptation, comes the real battle.
I couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
As the water column was smashed, the chanting became louder and louder, and more scriptures flew out from the monk formation, converging to form a huge prayer tube surrounding Jinguang Temple.
But after the remaining water fell back into the Yangtze River, bigger waves surged out of the river again.
This time the waves were 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 came head-on inside.
In an instant, there was lightning and thunder over Jinshan Mountain, and a light rain began to fall.
The new wave of water was very strong, but it stopped after reaching a certain height. The head of the water rose and fell, making a deafening sound. It was juxtaposed with the main water curtain, and together it deterred the Jinguang Temple.
In the sky, the thunder became more and more intensive.
"Click!"
There was a soft sound from Fang Henshao, and a lightning rod popped out from under his collar.
I looked at him in surprise. He could move freely all the way. I thought the lightning rod was just a temporary carry for that day.
Unexpectedly, he carries it with him at all times.
Such a big thing, no matter how sophisticated the mechanism is, wouldn't it be uncomfortable for him to carry it with him all day long?
Fang Henshao released the lightning rod and showed off proudly.
My eyelids were twitching wildly, and I hurriedly moved to another rooftop with Huang Jiu on my back.
"Wonderful." After hearing Fang Henshao's introduction, Guo Kai applauded and went up to observe curiously.
The more he looked at it, the more wonderful he felt.
Wang Lin frowned slightly, but he didn't realize the danger. He just felt that Guo Kai had flattered him.
At this moment, the water vapor in the air was very dense, and with the dragons flying in the sky, thunder and lightning had formed a huge network in the sky.
The rumbling sound made the tiles of the Zen courtyard rustle.
I would like to remind Guo Kai.
As a result, before he could speak, a lightning bolt as thick as his wrist fell from the sky.
For a moment, the three people were filled with sparks and lightning, and the light was so bright that I couldn't even open my eyes.
Huang Jiu grinned and asked gloatingly: "Those fools won't be killed by lightning, right?"
Lightning and flint naturally disperse quickly.
As soon as the light faded, I immediately took a look.
Fortunately, the three of them are still there, but their hair is barbed, their heads are black, their faces are gray, and their bodies are steaming.
Looking at their looks, I wanted to laugh.
In Grandpa's graveyard, Lei Fa specializes in killing coffin bearers, and Fang Henshao's gadget is a lightning rod.
Now, it's a total lightning rod.
However, the lightning rod still had some effect, otherwise the bolt of lightning just fell on them, and the immortal skin would be scorched.
Guo Kai was stunned by the lightning. It took him a few seconds to recover. He blew out a puff of smoke from his mouth and asked, "Isn't this thing a lightning rod?"
Fang Henshao also exhaled a breath of smoke, and said still quite proudly: "Yes, it is a lightning rod. If it hadn't been for it just now, the three of us would have died long ago."
Guo Kai thought it made sense when he heard it, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt something was wrong and scratched his head in confusion.
Wang Lin realized later, holding an afro on his head and blowing smoke from his mouth and nose, and hurriedly climbed over to my side.
Seeing this, Guo Kai persuaded him to stay: "Brother Wang, don't go there, there is a lightning rod here, An..."
Before he could finish his words, another thunder struck.
The electric light once again covered Fang Henshao and him.
But this time, I didn't have time to pay attention to them, because the separate water curtain hit the light curtain of the sutra tube around Jinguang Temple with thunder.
Boom!
In the loud noise, the scriptures flew away, and a gap was opened in the light curtain.
The next second, huge waves more than fifty meters high in the Yangtze River came overwhelmingly, pouring down from the gap.
The monstrous water instantly destroyed countless buildings and toppled countless giant trees.
The monks down the mountainside could not sit still in the torrent, and thousands of them were immediately swept into the river.
Moreover, the first wave has just fallen, and the second wave is coming soon. The new water merges with the old current, and the power is even more amazing.
As soon as the two waves fell, more than two thousand monks entered the Yangtze River, and their lives and deaths were uncertain.
Seeing the third wave coming, an angry shout came from the mountainside: "You evil beast, seek death."
Along with the sound, a golden Buddha's hand appeared in the air and pressed towards the wave.
