Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 338
However, Song Qingshu stood firmly in the void, facing the Buddha, and countless streams of light slowly spread out behind him, covering the Buddha and even the mountains behind him tightly.

Looking at it from a distance, it is like slowly unfolding a huge picture scroll in front of the Buddha.

Everyone on the boat was already numb, and the boatmen even knelt on the deck and kowtowed like garlic.

Xie Yingchuan stared blankly at Song Qingshu on his head, and murmured: "Senior sister, who is this Senior Brother Song?"

The horror in Zhou Zhiruo's heart was no less than that of Xie Yingchuan, but besides the horror, there was also an emotion called admiration that was even stronger.

"He is Senior Brother Song!" Zhou Zhiruo murmured.

However, Feng Luan and Tang Hao have already suppressed the jealousy in their hearts, because they know that the man in front of them is far from being able to look directly at or even envy them, because if they don't say that they are compared with him, I am afraid Even the back of the opponent's neck is unimaginable.

In the next moment, only Song Qingshu uttered the truth: "Clumsy!"

The countless streamers suddenly fell towards the river water, without splashing a drop of water on the river surface, just disappeared into the river water.

From a distance, it looks like a wide waterfall falling from the sky. Countless streamers are like countless heavenly waters, falling from the sky and blending into the river.

This process lasted for nearly a cup of tea, until the last stream of light disappeared into the water, everyone came back to their senses and looked at the solitary figure in the sky, although it was only seven feet long, it seemed to stand upright. , can only look up but not directly.

"Is this... is it over?" Someone asked, and it seemed to answer everyone's doubts.

Too bad no one answered him.

Just when everyone thought it was over, they suddenly found that the boat under their feet suddenly began to rotate slowly.

At this moment, Yang Yaoqin walked up to the boatman, lifted him up, and put his fingers between the boatman's eyebrows, and the boatman suddenly regained consciousness.

"Start the boat, go back!" Yang Yaoqin said sharply!
Only then did the boatman realize that the boat under his feet had started to spin, and hurriedly ran into the cabin. The boatman who boarded the boat with Song and Yang was also driven to the cabin by Yang Yaoqin.

After a while, everyone felt that the ship began to recede slowly. As the big ship receded farther and farther away, everyone could see clearly that a shallow vortex had formed on the river where the big ship was just now. It was nearly ten feet in radius, and where Song Qingshu was standing was impressively above the center of the vortex.

Song Qingshu watched the big boat go away, and immediately felt relieved, and then his mind moved, and he saw the vortex under his feet suddenly speeding up.

The center of the vortex began to sink slowly, revealing a deep dark cave in the middle.

At this moment, Song Qingshu seemed to be as deep as the water that could move mountains to fill the sea. He kept drawing circles one after another with his hands in front of him, and with his gestures, the vortex under him also rotated faster, and the center The sinking became more severe, and the hole in the center of the vortex became deeper and darker, as if directly leading to the eighteenth level of hell.

The next moment, I saw him pressing down with one hand, while the fingers of the other hand shot up into the sky.

A huge waterspout rose into the sky with his fingers.

The wide and thick waterspout is like an overturning dragon, writhing its body constantly, as if it wants to swallow everything up.

And the countless streamers in the waterspout are like dragons kissing each other.
And the people on the deck in the distance were drenched by the splashing river water, looking very embarrassed, but no one was willing to enter the cabin to hide from the rain.

Everyone knew in their hearts that this was a rare opportunity. The person in front of him could be said to be the pinnacle of the entire rivers and lakes and the world, the pinnacle that everyone would never forget. Watching his every move would be beneficial to his own efforts, let alone Said that at this moment he is doing something that only appears in myths and legends. Under such circumstances, who can give up a once-in-a-century opportunity because of a little rain.

The thick water spout continuously rolled the river water into the air, then rose higher and higher, and finally scattered into the sky and earth, turning into rain and falling.

What Song Qingshu has to do now is to make the waterspout carry enough river water, and then pour it all over the Buddha, artificially "flooding the Buddha's knees".

As for whether doing so would cause damage to the Buddha, Song Qingshu didn't care. If it was really damaged, it would be nothing more than a new one. Thousands of years later, it would still be a place of interest.

The next moment, a huge waterspout passed through Song Qingshu's body and rolled towards the Buddha.

The scattered water droplets had already drenched the entire Buddha thoroughly, and those slightly closed eyes stared mercilessly at the waterspout rushing towards him, with no sadness or joy on his face, neither anger nor anger.

"Go!" Song Qingshu pointed to the Buddha.

The waterspout immediately enveloped the entire Buddha, and countless streams of water washed over the Buddha, washing away all the soil and weeds on its body, as if it had washed the Buddha's body once.

And as the waterspout washed away, Song Qingshu suddenly discovered that on the side of the Buddha, at about knee level, under the impact of the flood, a huge hole suddenly appeared.

The entrance of the hole seemed to be blocked by a big rock on weekdays, but at this moment it was suddenly hit by water, and under the buoyancy of the water, the huge rock floated up.

Seeing that the Lingyun Grotto had appeared, Song Qingshu frowned, and the countless streamers flew out of the waterspout and gathered behind Song Qingshu again.

And the waterspout that lost the support of the streamer also lost its form immediately, turning into thousands of water droplets and falling down, washing the body of the Buddha for the last time.

After all the mist dissipated, I looked at the Buddha again. The brown soil, green weeds and other attachments of various colors had been washed away, revealing the original color of the Buddha again.

However, the colors that were painted on at the beginning of construction did not peel off at all. Instead, they became more and more clear after being washed by the river water.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but admire the high level of craftsmanship of the ancient craftsmen, it was indeed extraordinary.

The next moment, his figure swept across tens of feet before falling back onto the big ship.

Zhou Zhiruo and others hurriedly surrounded him, only to find that the clothes on Song Qingshu's body were not wet at all, and they still looked dry and tidy.

So far, all the people present have cast their eyes on Song Qingshu's admiration.

"The water-flooded Buddha's knees have been fulfilled, and the Lingyun Grotto has also appeared in the world, and now the word "burning with fire" is missing, but I don't know what it means." Song Qingshu looked at the big Buddha that was dripping water, "Could it be possible that there will be a fire from heaven to burn it? !"

Yang Yaoqin said with a smile: "If you want to burn, you must burn the Buddha first. How could you burn the cave first?"

"unless……"

"Unless the fire burns from the inside out!"

"What do you want to do, go in and have a look!"

Song Qingshu made the final decision, so everyone decided to enter the cave to see what is so magical about the legendary Lingyun Cave.

(End of this chapter)