At this time, in Ningjia Village at the foot of the mountain.

Every household was worried that they had never seen such heavy rain, such heavy or so fast, with strong winds whistling, and the sky was so gloomy that it seemed like a hole had been broken.

The child was so scared by the roaring lightning that he hid in his mother's words and cried.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the Buddha will bless us." Mother advised softly.

In a family, a woman kneeled in front of the Buddha and prayed devoutly.

"Amitabha, pray for the Buddha's blessing."

An old man looked outside worriedly and whispered something.

In the mountains, heavy rain is still falling, and the dark clouds in the sky have not yet dissipated.

On the mountain, in the wind and rain, Wusheng suddenly felt something, and he still wanted someone to call him, so he turned around and looked down at the mountain.

"Ningjia Village!" He was suddenly a little uneasy.

A figure passed by, a kind old man, a passionate hostess, and a cute child. The more you think about it, the more uneasy you feel, the more you feel, and always feel that something is about to happen.

"Master, I'll go down the mountain to take a look." Wusheng Dao.

"Go, be careful on the way." Abbot Kong Kong said.

"Yes, and that uncle, senior brother, there is thunder and lightning in the sky. You should not stand so high with a knife and an iron rod." Wusheng said.

With such lightning and lightning, Wusheng stood on a high tree with iron tools. He really didn't know how to evaluate them, so he could only say that "it's really terrible without culture."

"Stand here and see farther away." Abbot Kong Kong said.

"Iron tools can easily lead to lightning."

The situation is urgent and there is not much time to explain the most basic knowledge to them.

"I understand." Abbot Kong Kongkong said, and his eyes were still staring at the surging Black Dragon Pond in the distance.

Wusheng was still worried when he saw this, so he explained to his senior brother Wudou a few words, asking him to pay attention. After receiving the reply, he braved the wind and rain and rushed down the mountain. The mountain road was slippery, and he fell down many times along the way.

The rumbling water surged down the river, and the trees, soil, and rocks were rolling up the road, forming a mountain torrent.

The elders from the village at the foot of the mountain gathered young and middle-aged people in the village to gather outside to build earth walls to resist the sudden mountain torrents.

"Uncle San, go back, are we here?"

The elderly man is very stubborn and insists on bravery of the wind and rain to resist the flood.

Suddenly a big wave came over, taller than the house, and suddenly slapped these people on the ground. Then another wave was raised and a broken wood hit a person, immediately knocking him unconscious. The person next to him hurriedly dragged him aside.

A man suddenly appeared on the mountain road in the distance, and the speed was very fast. It was Wusheng who rushed from the mountain. From a distance, he saw the crazy swelling of the river, which had already flowed across the bridge. He hurriedly waded across the river and saw the villagers fighting against the flood by the village.

"Master Wusheng, why are you here?" The people in the village were very surprised when they saw Wusheng.

"It's so heavy rain, I don't feel at ease with the village, so I go down the mountain to take a look." Wusheng said.

Wusheng saw that the river had washed over the river embankment and entered the village, but it was not particularly powerful. The houses in the village had not been flooded, but had only slightly influxed water.

At this moment, a big wave suddenly started to rise, several feet high.

"Master, go away!" Several strong men rushed to the front and put Wusheng behind him.

Wusheng turned his head and looked at the big wave. Compared with the big wave, he was so small. He pushed everyone away, faced the big wave, and used all his strength to activate his magic power, gathered on one palm.

Press the universe,

A layer of yellow light in the palm of his palm then spread out. The wind and rain in front of him were opened by this palm, forming a vacuum area. The waves raised suddenly retreated and were pressed down by this palm.

This, this...

The villagers were stunned.

"Don't stand there, raise the embankment a little." He pointed to a temporary embankment road built by the people in the village.

A wave came again and then he pressed it down with his palm.

The rain gradually became lighter.

A few large trees suddenly floated from the river, stuck on the wooden piers, and the river water suddenly surged.

Seeing this, Wusheng took a deep breath, walked closer with the river water, and used his magic power to peer at the pile of wood in the air. The wind and rain were swept away. With a click, the big wood broke down and the river water rolled downwards.

Thump, a big black fish several feet long rushed out of the river and landed on the ground, slapped with sharp teeth. When everyone saw it, they were startled. None of them dared to step forward. The big fish suddenly started to bounce after a few pounces.

Be honest,

Wusheng slapped the Vajra on its head with a palm. After the big fish landed on the ground, there was no movement at all and it died.

Half an hour later, the heavy rain finally stopped and a little sunlight appeared in the sky.

"Huh, it finally stopped." The people in the village breathed a sigh of relief.

The water level in the river is also slowly falling. Although water has been in the village, it has not caused much loss.

"Thank you, Master Wusheng." The people in the village hurriedly stepped forward to express their gratitude.

If it weren't for Monk Wusheng today, the flood in the river would have probably already flooded across the river bank, crushing the earth dam they had temporarily piled up and flooding their houses.

"Amitabha Buddha." Wusheng pronounced the Buddha's name.

The light that came from nowhere fell on him, flashing and disappearing. It was impossible for ordinary people to see it, but he saw it clearly.

"What is this?" I was stunned.

Turning around and looking at the wet villagers behind him and the houses behind them.

“Merit?”

Turning around and looking into the distance, the sky above the Black Dragon Pond was still thick and unfolding black clouds.

"The abbot and the senior brother Wudiao should be fine."

"There is still something in the mountains, so I'll go back to the mountains first." He said to everyone in the village.

"Master, let's leave after eating vegetarian food?" The people in the village said hurriedly.

"No." Wusheng left hurriedly.

He was worried about the safety of the abbot and his senior brother, so he was in a hurry to go back. Besides, the village was flooded and it must be cleaned up. After the heavy rain, the people in the village will definitely be very busy. It is indeed inappropriate for them to stay and they have to entertain themselves.

The wooden bridge above the river was not washed down, which was a small miracle. It was just a crunching sound when stepped on it, and it seemed that it could collapse at any time. Below was the turbulent river water that had fallen from the bridge deck.

Wusheng Tangshui crossed the bridge, turned around and looked at the surging river water, then rushed into the jungle quickly and headed towards the direction of the Black Dragon Pond. He activated his magic power, his legs were strong, his steps were flying, his body was steaming, and the rain water on his body was soon evaporated.

From a distance, he saw a big tree ignited in the wind and rain. When he got closer, he saw that the uncle was split from it. Half of it was charred and burning in the wind and rain, and the other half was still lush with branches and leaves.

Isn’t this the big tree that the abbot and his senior brother were standing on the top just now? Wusheng was very worried.
Chapter completed!