Chapter 632: What Will Happen When the Bodhisattva Gets Angry?

In my ears, the anxious voices of those boatmen sounded: "Quick, hurry up!" ”

It was as if I was listening to them.

Zhu Feng's two hands holding her hand were also more forceful, the river wind was cold, and the river water that kept splashing flew onto their faces, and soon, even the hair became a little wet.

Nanyan was almost blown back by that wind.

But behind him, it was Zhu Feng's solid chest.

He seemed to protect her like this, letting her meet the cold wind, but not really hurt.

Nanyan was in his chest, slowly, and relaxed.

She looked up, facing the wind, and looked ahead.

Soon, with everyone's efforts, their boat finally sailed away from the whirlpool in the middle of the river, slowly turned around, and entered the river.

The magnificent mountains and rivers on both sides of the river slowly turned into beautiful mountains and rivers.

The scenery of this river is different from before.

The shore is full of flowers, green trees, and the river water is also very clear, you can clearly see the place near the river beach, the aquatic plants are abundant, and you can even see some fish jumping out of the water, cheerful.

The people around him breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, I suddenly heard Ran Xiaoyu say angrily: "What are you holding me for?" ”

Looking back, it turned out that just now, Ye Zhen actually grabbed her arm in a panic, and at this time, she was suddenly picked up by Ran Xiaoyu.

Ye Zhen himself was a little embarrassed, and said, "I missed." ”

"Humph!"

Nanyan couldn't help but laugh.

And when he turned around, he found that his hand was still tightly held by Zhu Feng and pressed on the fence.

She hesitated for a moment and said softly, "Your Majesty." ”

Voice behind the scenes: "Huh? ”

"It's okay."

"Huh?"

"Already, it's fine."

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As if he had suddenly come back to his senses, he hurriedly let go of Nanyan's hand, Nanyan's face was a little red in the setting sun, and he glanced back at him.

But when he turned his head, the tips of his ears seemed to be red from the setting sun.

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For the next time, the ship sailed much faster.

But because the river is not turbulent, the navigation is very smooth, and Zhu Feng's seasickness has almost disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, several days passed.

This morning, as usual, after getting up and freshening up, everyone walked to the deck to move.

The sun is just right.

It's even a little hot.

However, they saw a strange sight.

A few days ago, when they were sailing, most of the shore was wilderness and there were no people, but today, some figures could be seen on both sides of the river.

It is as if I am putting a river lamp into the river and praying.

Although it is daytime, the beautiful river lights dotted on the river surface are still very pleasing to the eye.

Nanyan held on to the fence and was looking at it, and found that on the other side of the deck, some boatmen were placing incense and candles on a sacred table, and they were also bowing and praying.

She walked over and asked, "What are you guys doing here?" ”

When the boatmen saw that it was her, they were cautious and did not dare to speak, but only laughed.

Only a young boatman had the courage to smile at her and said, "Guifei Niangniang, grass people are waiting for this to celebrate her birthday." ”

"Congratulations? Whose birthday? ”

"Guanyin Bodhisattva."

"Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

Nanyan looked at him in surprise, and the young boatman smiled and said, "Today's June 19 is the birthday of Guanyin Bodhisattva. ”

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"My grandfather said that every day we must offer incense to the Bodhisattva and ask him to bless us with a safe boat."

Nanyan smiled and said, "It's okay." ”

She stepped forward, took three sticks of incense, bowed, and inserted them into the censer.

Then he looked up at the weather: "Today the wind is beautiful, and the Bodhisattva will definitely bless us." ”

The young boatman smiled and nodded.

At this time, a worried voice came from the side, saying, "If the Bodhisattva is willing to bless, it's okay, I'm afraid that the Bodhisattva will be angry today." ”

Nanyan turned his head and saw that it was an older boatman.

The hair and beard are gray.

Nanyan said: "Old man, the Bodhisattva is angry, what will happen?" ”

The old boatman looked at her, was silent for a long time, and then his expression became nervous, and even his gray beard trembled slightly.

It seems that I remembered something terrible.

He said softly: "There will be, Guanyin Storm." ”

"Guanyin Storm?"

Nanyan's brow furrowed.

Before she could say anything, the boatmen next to her had already smiled and said, "Old Ma, you are talking nonsense again." ”

"That's it, don't fool the concubine."

"What kind of Guanyin violence, who has seen it for so many years?"

"I'm afraid you made it up."

The old horse looked at them and said in a deep voice, "If you don't believe it, forget it." But I'll tell you, if you didn't, it was your luck, and if you didβ€”"

At this, he himself shuddered.

Turned around and walked away.

Nanyan looked at his back and frowned slightly.

The boat sailed fast, and time passed as fast as a river, and in a blink of an eye, it was afternoon.

The weather was clear and clear, but it slowly darkened.

There were some dark clouds, gathering overhead.

And Zhu Feng also went to the deck.

He held the fence with both hands, his eyes looked intently ahead, and in the somewhat dark sky, the water mist was gusting, making it a little difficult to see the scenery ahead.

Nanyan stood beside him and said softly: "Your Majesty, the front isβ€”"

Zhu Feng said in a deep voice: "Xingluo Lake." ”

With his muffled words, the ship slowly sailed into the mist.

What they didn't expect was that the fog was so deep and so wide, that as soon as their ship entered the fog, they could hardly see anything, and even the people who were close at hand on the deck became indistinct.

Nanyan couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

At this time, a hand next to him grabbed himself tightly.

It's Zhu Feng.

She subconsciously grabbed his hand with her backhand and walked to his side: "Your Majesty!" ”

"Ahead, it's Xingluo Lake, and we're entering this water."

"Why is there so much fog here?"

"It's always been that way."

"All the time?"

Nanyan listened, his eyebrows frowned slightly: "Before the emperor, have you been here?" ”

Zhu Feng was silent and shook his head: "No." ”

"Then how do you know?"

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He didn't speak.

Nanyan subconsciously glanced up at him, but saw that on that cold face, his lips were pursed tightly, as if he wanted to seal something in his heart.

But she immediately came to her senses.

Zhu Feng knew where Xingluo Lake was, and he also knew the general situation here, and even knew that when he entered this water, there was heavy fog all year round.

He should know about this.

At least, someone told him.

Who is it?

Nanyan frowned, and when he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing.

Soon, the surrounding fog was swept by the wind and hurriedly passed by.

Nanyan muttered, "The wind is coming." ”