With the reins taut, the slightly heavier third brother, Song Chengxin, stood at the back, almost lying on his back.
A strong wind was blowing, making the door rattle loudly. The eldest and sixth brothers, who were standing behind the door, were sometimes pulled forward by the wind and sometimes pushed backward, which was very distressing.
Song Chengjian was also feeling unwell, as if he were standing amidst a rain curtain and waterfall, with waves whipped up by a storm, sometimes three or four meters high, cascading down on him...
It's no less than smashing a heavy object weighing dozens of kilograms onto a person's head and neck.
The temple walls are still relatively sturdy, but the paper windows have all been blown off, and the roof is making loud banging noises, posing an imminent risk of collapse.
"Bang!"
"Second Brother!"
Through the crack in the door, the sixth brother witnessed his second brother, who was standing at the opposite end, being swept down by an entire tree lifted up by the storm...
Fortunately, the second brother dodged in time and pulled the monk in front of him aside; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Hearing the sixth brother's shout, the brothers, though unable to see clearly what was ahead, grew increasingly anxious. The seventh, eighth, and tenth brothers, pulling the thick rope, followed suit, just like their third brother...
His body leaned backward, almost lying on the ground.
But there were too many monks outside; the numbers and strength were simply not equal...
With the added effects of wind, rain, and seawater, although the monks had ropes to rely on and were not easily swept away by the storm and waves, they did not advance much over the distance of several meters.
The eldest brother, Song Chenghou, leaned to the side, hugged the thick rope, kicked his feet, and stepped onto the door panel, almost lying flat.
This way, it both braces against the door panel and helps to pull the rope backward...
The sixth brother immediately followed suit, stepping on the door panel and pulling the rope backward.
However, this is not without risk. Although the door panel is not thin, it could withstand such a great force, coupled with the storm and the impact of seawater. If it were sucked out...
Everyone inside will be caught in the storm!
The older brother, clearly aware of the stakes, shouted, "Hurry! Give it your all!"
Then he shouted to his second brother, Song Chengjian, who was outside the door, "Second brother, those of you behind, push them a little, one by one!"
Since we can't drag them all back at once, we should grab as many as we can. Grabbing one reduces the resistance and provides an extra boost!
"knew!"
Song Chengjian shouted himself hoarse.
So, at Song Chengjian's prompting, the monks outside leaned forward, braving the wind and rain, and pushed the two at the front to move forward...
The force was even, but because someone was pushing him from behind, the monk at the front had a slight advantage and struggled to take a few steps forward...
It managed to avoid the wind and quickly reached the temple entrance using its own power.
At this moment, both doors were being glared at by the eldest brother and the sixth brother. If they were opened to let anyone in, the force would dissipate at any moment...
Those outside the door might be swept even further away...
Without Song Chenghou needing to remind them, the monks outside the door didn't pound on the door; they immediately turned around and joined the team pulling the rope.
Sure enough, with the addition of new power, both the monk and Song Chengjian took several large steps forward.
Following behind, those behind pulled on the reins, trying their best to avoid being swept away by the storm, and desperately pushed those in front...
A second monk rushed to the door!
Then came the third, the fourth...
But the gale seemed to know they had succeeded, and instantly changed direction, sweeping the people away in another direction...
With fewer people, there is less resistance, and the weight also decreases.
The wind picked up several degrees as Song Chengjian stepped out.
The gale was about to sweep them into the air...
Song Chengjian, who was standing at the end of the line, decisively took a few steps back and picked up the stone that he had placed aside.
With the weight of the stone, the resistance increased dramatically, but compared to before, there were several more monks...
The resistance has been reduced considerably.
Moreover, the monks all stood on the opposite side, which, overall, reduced the pressure considerably.
The weight at the back of the procession was enough to cause a sudden gust of wind, making it seem like a rope game, with the four monks hanging in the middle resembling ornaments on the rope...
It was being tossed about by the strong wind.
Coupled with the onslaught of storms and seawater, they were all exhausted and on the verge of collapse.
"Big brother, give it your all!"
Seeing that things were going badly, Song Chengjian shouted into the house.
"good!"
Song Chenghou's entire body was numb; he could no longer feel his limbs.
But when he heard the second brother calling from outside the door, he calmed himself down and responded with all his might.
He cheered on his younger brothers behind him, "We're almost there! Just one more step! Let's go for it!"
"good!"
"good!"
......
The brothers encouraged each other, mustered their last strength, and pulled back with all their might...
Finally, with one burst of energy, they persuaded and pulled the last five people on the rope to the doorway.
Suddenly exhausted, they all collapsed to the ground inside the door, lying there in a mass.
"Ha ha......"
They were all pale, but they managed to pull everyone back to their senses, and their faces showed joy.
The rain outside changed direction, and the young monk standing at the door felt a little better.
When Song Chengjian was pulled over, he almost dropped the stone in his hand, but he managed to hold it back.
"Benefactor Song, why are you still holding this stone?"
A monk asked.
"The rock is too big. If it gets blown away by the wind, even if it's lifted up a little, it could hit someone and kill them!"
Song Chengjian spoke with much less strength.
Several monks, hands clasped together, bowed to Song Chengjian, saying, "Benefactor, you have a compassionate heart..."
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