The golden light was faintly discernible, as if a golden bell had enveloped Xu Tian.
It was raining heavily, but Xu Tian did not get a drop of rain.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"...Father..." The little novice monk's bright and clear eyes fell on Xu Tian."I…I really worshipped a true Buddha?”
The monks in Qiongzhu Temple looked at each other.
Disbelief appeared on his face.
Was this…was this an ascetic monk?
"The Buddha has appeared."
Someone among the monks said this.
Then, all the monks in the hall knelt down in unison.
"Amitabha."”
They paid their respects to Xu Tian.
This scene was shocking.
In the live broadcast room, everyone was speechless.
They were all shocked by this scene.
Just as the monks were paying their respects, Xu Tian stopped and turned to look at the little monk's mirror.
"Mingjing, keep up."
"Ah!" The little monk looked at the heavy rain outside the hall and was stunned for a moment."Oh, oh."
At this moment, the monks in the hall looked at the little monk's mirror.
All of them had expectant looks on their faces.
The little monk Ming Jing shrugged and said bitterly,""I won't."
Carrying the box on his back, he was about to walk in the rain when a middle-aged monk handed an umbrella to the little monk Mingjing.
The little monk Mingjing took the umbrella and bowed."Amitabha. Thank you."
The monks in Qiongzhu Temple only stood up when they could no longer see Xu Tian.
They whispered to each other in disbelief.
After leaving Qiongzhu Temple, Xu Tian looked down at the rain that flowed under his feet.
There was a lot of sand in the rainwater, so it was muddy.
The young monk Mingjing beside him held an umbrella, and his monk robe was still wet from the rain.
As for himself, he did not have an umbrella to shelter from the rain, but his body was dry.
This was all thanks to Golden Bell Cocoon.
He didn't expect that this Golden Bell Shield could be used to shelter from the rain. He wondered if it could block the sun?………Xu Tian looked up at the dark sky.
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the dark clouds.
The torrential rain did not seem to have any intention of stopping.
……
Xu Tian and the others walked on the road. The rain under their feet had already submerged their feet.
The heavy rain in the sky did not lessen at all.
"Master, the rain is so heavy."
The little monk Ming Jing held the umbrella with both hands. His lower body was already wet.
Xu Tian scanned his surroundings. There was nowhere to hide from the rain.
Moreover, they were in a low-lying area. According to the intensity of the rain, this place would definitely be flooded in no time.
Staying here would only be more dangerous.
They had no choice but to continue walking.
"Hurry up. There should be a place to shelter from the rain ahead.”
After instructing the little monk, Xu Tian quickened his pace and walked forward.
The little monk Mingjing followed closely behind.
An hour later, they finally reached the city street.
The rain was still heavy.
Xu Tian did not expect that the water in the city would be deeper than in the suburbs.
Countless small cars became waterwheels.
Some shops were flooded and suffered heavy losses.
On both sides of the street, there were crowds of people seeking shelter.
Many people who lived in high-rise buildings used their phones to take pictures of the mountain flood from their windows.
Suddenly, they hit a golden bell.
The golden bell flickered, and sometimes it was hard to see clearly. There was a thin figure inside, and behind the golden bell, there was a person holding an umbrella.
Both of them were wearing green-brown monk robes.
Wasn't…wasn't this the senior monk who had just discussed the scriptures and Buddhism in Qiongzhu Temple?
They came to the city?
The residents on both sides shouted,"
"Eminent monk, eminent monk…"
In an instant, almost all the residents ran to the windows and looked down at the eminent monk walking in the rain.
The people on the street who were sheltering from the rain did not care even if the mountain flood drowned their feet. Instead, they took out their phones and aimed at Xu Tian to take pictures.
However, in the photos they took, they could not see the faintly discernible golden bell at all.
"Has the Buddha manifested?"
"Is this one of Shaolin's four ultimate skills, Golden Bell Cocoon? Did the legendary martial arts really exist?”
"This doesn't make sense."
"This is too f * cking unscientific."
Amidst everyone's surprise, Xu Tian and the little monk Mingjing walked up the stone stairs of a bank.
The golden shadows around Xu Tian's body instantly disappeared, as if they had never existed.
The little monk stuck his head out of the mirror and looked at the sky. Dark clouds covered the sky and lightning flashed.
"The rain won't stop for a while.”
When the little monk retracted his head, his face was already covered in rain.
The mountain flood in front of them was getting bigger and bigger, constantly washing over the city.
Rubbish, chairs, and even the electric donkey were all washed away by the mountain flood.
This…was the power of nature.
Nature could create and destroy everything.
In the face of nature, humans were so insignificant that they couldn't be more insignificant.
Xu Tian and the others were on high ground, so the flood would not come up for a while.
Since he couldn't leave, Xu Tian sat cross-legged and meditated to rest.
When he turned around and saw that Xu Tian had already entered a meditative state, the little novice monk fell into deep thought.
The heavens would not favor anyone. Master's Buddhist Dharma must have been cultivated over time.
So what if it was raining heavily? He could cultivate anywhere.
Thus, the young monk sat cross-legged and began to chant scriptures.
……
After a while, a commotion entered their ears.
"Hold on tight, don't let go."
"Hurry up and find something to give him. The flood is too big to save him.”
"In this flood, even if you fall in, you won't be able to stand steadily, let alone save people.”
It turned out that two children had fallen into the flood. Fortunately, the two children had a small car.
The two children grabbed the door tightly. Their bodies were swaying left and right from the mountain flood, and they could not stand steadily at all.
When everyone was at their wits 'end, a thin figure jumped into the rapid mountain flood.
He was wearing a green-brown monk robe, and wrinkles covered his face. He was supposed to be stooped and weak, but he was actually tall and straight, and his aura was high and mighty.
The tall and imposing image was actually reflected on a skinny old monk.
Cultivation was not for the sake of cultivation. It was fate that they met each other. Saving a life was better than building a seven-story pagoda.
Moreover, as a monk, how could he not help?
Instantly, the flood water splashed in all directions, and a faint golden light pushed the mountain flood away.
Someone in the anxious crowd exclaimed,"
"Look, it's the eminent monk."
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