Chapter 158

Thunder across the sky, loud noise will calm the tide of the sea, dark clouds cover the top of the night, so dark that only electric light can illuminate this miserable sea.

The torch in front of the cabin of the boat was shaking, shaking with the rain and the strong wind, illuminating a thin deck, and the wet water reflected the light.

The old man leaned against the cabin wall, holding a cigarette bag in his mouth, lifted a corner of the curtain, and the wind and rain rushed against his gullied face. The smoke pot was burning, and the old man couldn't help squinting.

"The wind and rain are fierce."

The undulating ships and wooden structures are creaking. The sea water is like the palm of God, squeezing this little sailing toy back and forth. It's hard to avoid feeling flustered.

Bai Zimo sat on his bed board with his sword in his arms, silent. The Taoist looked at the little sister in a daze, and the little sister was muttering. I didn't know whether she was talking nonsense or praying.

"When we go out to sea, we should ask for the Bodhisattva Luyuan, the goddess Mazu, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, and the shrimp soldiers and crab generals. As long as we take care of all aspects, we will be fine," the old man said with a smile, phlegm in his lungs and a cloudy voice. "Just have a good sleep and get up tomorrow."

When the oppressive atmosphere in the cabin eased down, the Taoist said that he wanted to tell a ghost story to his little sister, so he told about the sea ghost.

The more bad the weather on the sea, the more likely it is to attract sea ghosts. They are sailors who died at sea and have no choice but to live beyond their means, so they have to come to kill Yang people to borrow their lives. Little sister pursed her mouth, eyes shining, immersed in the story, with the Taoist description straight into the sea, and straight to heaven.

The thunder outside the ship was loud, and in the shock wave, there was a low tone.

"Wu --"

the swordsman was surprised, "what's the sound?"

Taoist also sat up, "is it a whale?"

The old man and the younger sister were stunned. They didn't hear it.

"Wu --"

another sound, more clearly, the sound of the waves can not be stopped.

The old man put down the pot and got out of the cabin. In the storm, moonlight poured down on the Western sea, and a large group of elegant beasts leaped out of the sea. Their posture turned slowly and calmly in the air, like mountains and sea, and the water waves were like scales, across a large piece of moon like silk.

The whales quickly swam across the moon night sea, into the oppression of the dark clouds, swam across the boat, the old man lying on the side of the boat looked down, their shadow was deeper than the dark sea, one by one, passing through the bottom of the boat, and went on.

The old man looked at him crazily, he fell into some kind of memory, and behind him, there was the sound of wood chips breaking.

One hand, on the side of the boat.

Little sister from the cabin probe, thunder across the sky, throwing light, so she clearly saw the man rising from the outside.

"Ah She screamed.

"There are sea ghosts!" The younger sister got back into the cabin, and the swordsman rushed to the deck. The old man suddenly looked back and saw the towering figure.

As for the Taoist, he was pale and shivering with his younger sister.

"Are you a man! Rush out and drive away the ghost with Mo Mo! " The little sister was angry and laughed by the Taoist's soft egg.

The Taoist murmured, "Master said, we are land Taoist, we can't deal with sea monsters..."

"That's swollen. It's easy! Are we dead? "

"rest assured, ink and ink are awesome..."

Bai Zimo stood in front of the man with his sword.

The other side was unarmed, and his strong body was exposed to the wind and rain. The thunder was shining and lit up his eyes. The eyes were like magma, slow and hot.

"Who is your excellency?" Bai Zimo did not move his sword. He felt a great crisis. He could not defeat the people in front of him, but even so, the swordsman would dare to show his sword in the face of the enemy.

"I, call, Lu Zhengkang!"

Boom!

A sudden electric light fell on the head of the man who claimed to be Lu Zhengkang, and the thunder burst at the same time. He saw the old man curled up in the corner, covering his ears with his hands, but the blood was flowing out. This was an internal injury caused by the loud noise.

Bai Zimo turned over and grasped the rope, but he didn't fall into the sea. Looking at the man again, there was a thin electric snake rolling on his body surface, like a cloak. Besides, it was intact!

Who is he?

He calls himself Lu Zhengkang, but how ever was there such a character in the world?

Bai Zimo called the Taoist, "peace! Help uncle Liu in, he's hurt! " The loud noise paralyzed his hearing. He only felt his vocal cords vibrate, but he could not hear what he was saying.

Taoist bumped out, looked around for a week, saw "Lu Zhengkang" face, he exclaimed: "ten thousand enemy Li dingxun!"

The old man jumped back to the old man and took out a bottle of Ziyu Wangshen powder from his arms. He wanted to feed the old man, but the old man was trembling, his muscles were tight, his teeth were biting, and he couldn't pry it open. He shouldn't be called him.

Lu Zhengkang frowned and looked at the sky.

When he remembered the name, he knew his name, but why was he punished by God?Is it because of the power of reincarnation?

Or is the name too lofty for ordinary people to use?

"My God! Don't be so arrogant! I will replace you one day He cried out, but without the thunder hitting him again, everything seemed to be an accident.

The Taoist went to the old man and recited a circle of mantras, but it was a simple Ningshen mantra. The effect was immediate. The old man relaxed, and the old man was able to feed him the medicine.

Li dingxun came over and said, "this man was hurt because of me. I will protect him from death."

Seeing such a naked man, the Taoist stepped back subconsciously, and then came up enthusiastically, "elder brother, you are the little master of Shixiang sect, who is the only one to pick the blood! It's really handsome

As soon as the little sister opened the curtain, she saw a square butt of the other side. Her face turned red. She put down the curtain and called out: "little Taoist! Is my grandfather OK? "

Li dingxun said in a dull voice: "a certain family is here, he can't die."

He stretched out a big hand like a palm fan and covered the old man's bent chest.

Some memory fragments flashed back, and Li dingxun remembered the scene of healing people before - this is the memory of a previous life - that is, blowing a breath.

Blowing? Are they gods?

There was also the white sea. Li dingxun frowned, suppressed these weird ideas and breathed a sigh at the old man.

The miracle just happened. The old man's eyes suddenly brightened, like a fully charged flashlight, even healthier than before.

Li dingxun withdrew his hand and fell into meditation.

So, am I so good?

The Taoist picked up his chin on the deck and looked at the white man.

At this time, the wind and rain stopped, the dark clouds disappeared, and the stars were all over the sky. Li dingxun took a look at the old man, and then looked at the sparkling sea.

I haven't seen him for a long time. He's hungry.