The senior monk leaped down from the cabin door like a gust of wind, and Gu Chengxuan only had time to catch a glimpse of his red and gold robes.
He held a Zen staff, which contained enough power to shatter mountains, tightly in his palm.
The typhoon, carrying leaden-gray raging waves, whipped up a wall of water dozens of meters high, sweeping across the sky.
The high monk stood barefoot on the crest of a wave, his crimson and gold-embroidered robe fluttering in the gale, the waves beneath his feet supporting him like a boulder.
He held the Zen staff horizontally in front of his chest, the copper ring at the top of the staff clanging in the strong wind, and the golden patterns of Zen flowing with a dim light.
As the typhoon drew closer, the monk suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and piercing. With a wave of his arms, his staff transformed into a golden beam that pierced the sea beneath his feet.
The moment the tip of the staff touched the sea surface, it didn't explode, but collapsed. A huge whirlpool formed in the water within a hundred-meter radius, revealing a dark trench. A huge roar like a dragon's cry came from the seabed.
A colossal, jet-black wave, carrying seabed reefs, crashed against the sky, then instantly slid back down, creating a white portal of light that pierced through the heavens and the sea.
The high monk stood on the crest of the wave, his robes fluttering like colorful clouds falling to earth. He gazed at the all-consuming tsunami that was thousands of feet away and slowly clasped his hands together in prayer.
"A woman's kindness will bear fruit today as a result of her actions in the future."
"Amitabha, cause and effect are in a cycle, and today I will repay this enormous karmic debt."
The tsunami passed by, leaving not a single drop behind...
Sun Miaoyan opened her eyes on the island, and the people around her were on edge, asking her how she was.
Just now, there was a violent shaking under my feet, lasting less than ten seconds, with a magnitude of about 5-6.
Sun Miaoyan's expression was strange, "The hurricane changed course, completely changed course..."
Before the crowd could even react with surprise after hearing only half of what Sun Miaoyan had said, she finished her sentence.
"It's just that... instead of disintegrating as we planned, it went all out and headed straight for the Dwarf Country!"
After a moment of silence, someone suddenly burst out laughing, "Karma is swift, heaven truly rewards diligence."
“It’s not that hard work pays off, it’s that humanity is being destroyed.” Sun Miaoyan’s expression grew increasingly strange. “Things don’t seem to be going according to our plan.”
The plan is to use an undersea earthquake to completely break down the typhoon and combine the full strength of both Buddhism and Taoism.
In reality, Sun Miaoyan only saw the Great Monk in her perception, and the power of the underwater earthquake source was far from enough to dismantle the typhoon and tsunami.
But completely changing its course of action is enough!
"Foolish!" Zhao Li cursed angrily. He didn't want to drive the typhoon to the country, but did he think he didn't want to?
It wasn't until after countless calculations, with the combined efforts of Buddhism and Taoism, that the two key figures in the formation had a 30% chance of surviving.
"That bald monk Zhiming must have acted alone to lure the typhoon to the island nation!"
As soon as the words were spoken, a whisk swept over quickly, and two disheveled figures stood on one leg on the whisk, hugging each other and cursing, spitting on each other's faces.
Most of the comments were from Master Yuan Shuai: "With such great skills, don't wait for me to come and save you. If I hadn't survived by the skin of my teeth, we would both be dead."
The weakened Zhiming just laughed, and took the opportunity to give Yuan Shuai a good whack on the head.
"What young people say these days is, 'It's all about the thrill.'"
Yuan Shuai: ...
The women quickly looked away. Old Zhao stepped forward and gave each of them a drop of undiluted spiritual spring water. Ruan Xianxian specifically instructed that this was for use in truly life-saving situations.
There are only five drops in total.
Zhao Lixin felt a chill run down his spine as he checked their pulses. Looking at their disheveled state, his heart sank to the bottom. Their internal organs seemed to have shifted, but thankfully, they were still alive.
"You two went inside the typhoon?"
“Absolutely.” Yuan Shuai looked annoyed. “If I had been a second later, or even a second later, this guy would have really gone to meet Buddha.”
Five minutes passed.
Ten minutes passed.
An hour passed.
Sun Miaoyan, who had repeatedly used her mind to probe, was exhausted.
Half a day later, a piece of good news caused a sensation both on and off the island.
They... succeeded!
Not only did they successfully prevent the hurricane from making landfall, they also successfully diverted the powerful weapon towards the island nation.
As for whether the typhoon will successfully make landfall in the island nation as expected?
Zhao Li thought it was unlikely, since the Holy Alliance was there and wouldn't allow the typhoon to cause widespread damage. But then he thought again that some coastal areas were bound to be affected.
That said, the reward the Holy Alliance requires for its intervention is enough to make matters worse for the already unfortunate Dwarf Kingdom.
Zhao Li tossed a flying sword into the air, grabbed Yuan Shuai and Zhi Ming in each hand, and with a light tap of his toes, the long sword headed towards the coast.
The dark clouds along the coastline were beginning to dissipate, and golden sunlight pierced through the broken clouds, scattering across the sea.
The Buddhist and Taoist sects on the shore each went their own way, but neither of them left.
His gaze was fixed on the distance. He had received news that the typhoon had successfully moved away, but he couldn't feel happy at all.
It seems everyone is waiting, waiting for two people who will never come back.
The monks were striking wooden fish and chanting incantations; if you listened closely, they were actually reciting the Rebirth Mantra.
The combined noise of hundreds of voices further annoyed the already irritated Taoist priests.
"Hey, what's all that buzzing about over there? Can't you just shut up?"
The senior monk had a kind and compassionate face. “I’m sorry to bother you, benefactor. If you are not happy, you may move elsewhere.”
"Did I give you the face you're looking at?"
One side was like a stone in a latrine, the other like a stone that could kill. Before they could exchange more than three sentences, a flying sword was rapidly approaching from the horizon, and a great battle seemed imminent.
As the sword descended, Zhao Li looked at the Xuanmen members on both sides, who were tense with swords drawn, and asked, "What happened?"
No one responded after he finished speaking.
People on both sides looked at their respective ancestral masters who had returned alive, their eyes filled with tears.
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