Hearing this, all the officials present changed color, and even Wang Sima, who was looking at the ceiling with his nostrils just now, almost jumped up, and his face was even more pale, not because of Duan Shaojun's words, but because of the word plague. In this era, there are many kinds of plagues, but the reason why they are called plagues is because people infected with these diseases do not die one by one, but one by one.

The plague doesn't matter if you are poor or rich, gentry or commoners, if you are infected with this thing, there is a chance that you will not be able to survive. But as soon as they heard about the plague, they were extremely hopeful that the Dream Abbot who they once hated would be able to jump alive, because every time the Lan Pavilion was damaged, it was mostly the Dream Puzzle Abbot and the more than 20 disciples under him who were running around and toiling.

Moreover, with the great god of Dream Abbot squatting in Lanting County, even if it is just one look, it is enough to make the surrounding states and counties rush to help as if they are being chased by dogs, asking for people and things, money and food, and they will definitely be as righteous and awe-inspiring as internationalist warriors.

If not, these officials who have served in other places will think of the fact that officials and officials can not only play with each other and calculate with each other, let alone unite to fight disasters, and if they do not write to the court to sue you for their ineffective disaster management, it will be good to add to your blockage.

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It was agreed that when the officials left, the speed was a few points faster than when they came, for fear that the abbot would not be able to think about it for a while, and seeing that there were too few people going up the mountain, he felt that his influence was not enough, so he set fire to himself in advance in frustration.

In the afternoon, when it was almost dusk, there were already more than 15,000 people of Lanting who had climbed the mountain with their families. And at this moment, Duan Shaojun was already squatting on the mountain. The so-called West Mountain is even just the remnants of the lofty mountains in the distance stretching to the edge of Lanting City. More like a hill with a high plateau. The mountains are gentle, and the terrain is not small. Otherwise. How could it be possible to accommodate so many people.

After many people left the city and came to the west mountain, they felt that there were too many people, so they wanted to turn back, but they were blocked by the servants and county officials, and then they took a huge copper horn with a pit and pit on the top that was improvised and loudly dissuaded the people from returning to the city until the self-immolation ceremony of the Dream Master was over.

Duan Shaojun wiped his sweat in embarrassment, while looking at the clouds in the sky that were almost within reach, and prayed vigorously in his heart that the Heavenly Gods and Buddhas would make it rain quickly, otherwise it would not rain. That master was embarrassed in front of more than 15,000 people, and I don't know if the old guy would be disheartened and loveless, and drag himself, a young man in his prime to self-immolate.

Similarly, the bald heads around him all raised their heads and looked up at the sky in unison, like nearly thirty shaved Wangfu stones, and like stone people on Fuguang Island. All of them looked at the sky affectionately, and their mouths were full of words.

As for the dream of the abbot, his heart is like ashes at this moment? No, it's supposed to be a lot of people who are crazy to sit on a high platform and explain the Dharma. It's so rare. I am afraid that there will be such a time in my life, when so many spectators and listeners come to listen to my own explanation of the Dharma. This moment. The abbot even had an impassioned impulse to throw himself into Buddhism if he was moved by his actions and threw himself into Buddhism.

The time of the statement lasted for most of the hour, and suddenly, a purple lightning flashed through the clouds, like a swimming snake. This was followed by the sound of rolling thunder, which startled everyone to raise their heads.

The abbot subconsciously glanced at Duan Shaojun, and saw that this guy nodded quietly at himself, which meant that he was doing a full set of acts, and he must not stop at such a critical juncture. The dream abbot also knew that he was retreating at this time, and it seemed a little unreasonable, at least he was sorry for his good acting skills, not to mention, the dream abbot had already felt that the heavy rain was really coming.

The abbot of the dream stopped talking, let out a long breath, and then stood up and straightened the brand-new robe on his body. "It seems that the heavens are also urging the poor monks, Amitabha, the time has come for the poor monks to fulfill their promises." After saying this, the abbot slowly walked down the high platform and walked towards the self-immolation platform that had been built with a wooden tower not far ahead.

The civil and military forces of Lanting County jumped out first and persuaded them bitterly, and naturally there were many people who had been favored by the abbot of the dream and also persuaded each other. The abbot glanced at the sky with a strange expression, because, as if a drop of rain had fallen on his head.

The old guy is also a sullen person, and when he can show his loyalty to the Buddha to the fullest, the abbot is really curious about whether there will really be gods and Buddhas who will know his piety, so he will rain down and extinguish the flame that will make him nirvana.

With such a dangerous and strange idea, the abbot of the dream slowly and stubbornly pushed away the people who were blocking the way and walked towards the high platform.

"Huh, isn't that right? I saw how something was wrong with Shizun's eyes and expression. Duan Shaojun touched his smooth chin very inexplicably.

"What do you mean, junior brother?" Senior Brother Jianyin peeked left and right, lowered his voice and asked.

Duan Shaojun scratched his itchy scalp and replied. "Why didn't Shizun's expression follow the script at all, neither tragic, nor exaggerated, nor compassionate, but as if he was going to rush to reincarnate and reincarnate...... Damn, Shizun shouldn't be crazy, right? ”

Hearing this, all the senior brothers couldn't help but change their faces. At this time, Duan Shaojun felt that his sleeve was being ripped off, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Chu Chu's sister, and quietly pointed towards the mountains to the west with an excited face.

As soon as Duan Shaojun turned around, his eyes widened, and his expression became very strange, the mountains in the distance to the west were already shrouded in rain and mist, and they were slowly but surely drifting towards this side.

Duan Shaojun grabbed the senior brother and pointed to the west, the expression of the senior brother also changed, and more and more people noticed that the dense rain curtain was gradually approaching.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted loudly. "Look, everyone, there's a flood!"

Duan Shaojun almost came out happy, which guy found this trust, such a superb, this rain has just fallen, where did the flood come from? Unless God directly cuts a hole in the sky and pours water directly, it's almost the same.

But before Duan Shaojun could make a sound, his expression stiffened on his face, and as far as his eyes could see, he saw an extremely thin white line gushing out at the mouth of the canyon valley where the upper reaches of the winding river flowed in the distance, and then began to disperse, not only covering the meandering river, but also the distance between the two sides of the meandering river.

And a burst of waves like the tide of the Qiantang River is approaching from afar, rumbling forward.

Everyone's faces changed drastically, and they exclaimed again and again, and at this time, there was a rapid sound of gongs in Lanting City, and they saw that a large number of dense ant-like figures began to appear on the four sides of Lanting City.

Originally, because the abbot had not been able to perform self-immolation because of the dream, many of the people who were scolding the county guards who were dissatisfiedly scolding the county guards who were blocking the direction of their home were staring at them with frightened eyes, and watched the white line slowly press towards Lanting City, which was located in the middle of the river valley.

A moment later, even the sound of rain and thunder and lightning could not stop the roar of the sea. The abbot of the dream looked at the rolling waves that were approaching with dull eyes, as well as the turbid yellow flood that followed closely, and the shock in his heart was even greater than seeing thousands of troops and horses outside Lanting City, which was in the south of the Yangtze River.

"What the hell is going on?"

"This, where did this great flood come from? It can't be ......"

"Oh my God...... Look at the houses outside the city, which were directly overthrown by the flood. It's like a cardboard box......"

"God bless, Bodhisattva bless ......"

The people who originally wanted to squeeze down the mountain retreated one after another, but some of the people whose families did not follow the people who climbed the West Mountain wanted to run down the mountain one after another, crying, screaming, and shouting one after another, and even those Lanting officials were all like a group of plague chickens thrown into the slaughterhouse, staring blankly at the surging flood that came from the covered land.

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"Hu Junshou!" Duan Shaojun's roar finally brought Hu Junshou, whose face was as white as paper, back to his senses.

"Why don't you hurry up and order the county guards to maintain order, do you want these people who have been able to escape to go back and die?!" Duan Shaojun's roar made Hu Junshou tremble, and he ordered him to stop the people who were trying to go down the mountain in vain and maintain order.

At this time, Duan Shaojun picked up the copper microphone and took three or five steps to the self-immolation platform, and handed the microphone to the abbot of the dream. "Master, persuade me quickly, don't have an accident, then your hard work will really be wasted."

"Amitabha, folks, ...... the abbot still cares whether the self-immolation will attract the attention of the Buddha, copying the ugly big copper trumpet, pulling up his sleeves, like a village cadre in the countryside, the general faction began to loudly persuade the people. And a vote of disciples also joined the ranks of persuasion, coupled with the stubbornness of a large number of county guards and errand servants, the crowd finally quieted down temporarily.

Since Hong Feng appeared in people's sight, nearly a pillar of incense had passed. And on the wall of Lanting City, there are already countless people standing densely. And the flood is no more than a mile away from Lanting City.

All the people fell silent, sluggish and feeble as they watched the angry and roaring flood rush towards Lanting City, and then surrounded Lanting City and slapped against the towering city walls, and the people at the head of the city were as dead silent as if someone had pressed the mute button,

The waves splashed by the flood were as high as a few zhang, and the most unable to shake the city wall that was two zhang high and nearly two zhang thick could only helplessly wrap the wall of Lanting City, and then continue to pour towards the lower reaches of the meandering river.

The flood peak, which is at least two meters high, directly separates Lanting City from the West Mountain, and from a distance, Lanting City is like a lonely boat swaying in the vast sea. Everyone reminded them to look at Lanting City in fear, for fear that the city that gave birth to them and raised them would collapse in an instant.

At this moment, the pouring rain had already arrived in Xishan, and everyone stood in the rain, looking at the mountain city stupidly, and even forgot to wipe the rain off their faces. (To be continued......)