Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 132 Flash Flood

"It's not hard." Xiao Cao shook his head to indicate that he was not tired, and then asked respectfully: "Master, can you tell me what happened?"

He was a little worried that the wild ghost would pose a threat to his master.

"It's a good thing. I have obtained a treasure. Refining it requires a huge amount of energy. I am sorry to have made you worried." Shang Liangshan gave a brief explanation to reassure Xiaocao.

"As long as the master is okay, we can rest assured." Xiaocao simply ignored the treasure. In his heart, the master who had given him a new life was the most important.

"Yes," Shang Liangshan nodded gently, and when he threw the soul ball to Xiaocao, he said, "This is the ghost bride's brother, you take care of him."

"Yes." Xiaocao took the soul ball and left.

Shang Liangshan looked at Xiaocao leaving, his heart filled with relief. This little brother was really not recruited in vain.

The rain was falling, the wind was blowing, the thunder was roaring, and the mooing of cattle filled the night sky.

It goes without saying that Shang Liangshan was struck by lightning again by the dog chain.

What was different from the past was that this time there was one more object struck by lightning, and that was the Silver Moon Crescent Blade.

With a "clang" sound, the palm-sized silver moon curved blade exploded to one meter and turned into a silver light. After the thunder dragon was struck away, it slashed fiercely at the lightning.

"Boom" the silver moon curved blade slashed on the lightning that was two fingers thick, and after a loud bang, it was struck away.

The lightning continued to move forward with unabated force, striking the Mountain and River Seal, emitting a dazzling purple string of electricity, but it was quickly absorbed.

Because the Thunder Dragon, the Silver Moon, the Crescent Moon, and the Mountain and River Seal were hungry and thirsty.

The audience under the eaves couldn't help but look surprised when they saw this scene.

Yifeng and the others were surprised by the sudden appearance of the silver light and the speed at which it absorbed the lightning.

Lin Weiwei and Yang Hong, who were sitting under the eaves of the courtyard, were filled with surprise and speculation.

"This is not a thunder tribulation, it should be inducing lightning." Yang Hong guessed.

"Attracting lightning? Who is attracting lightning?" Lin Weiwei asked in surprise.

"It should be a thunder dragon." Yang Hong said uncertainly.

"Is that really a thunder dragon?" Lin Weiwei asked.

Yang Hong fell into deep thought when she heard this. Suddenly, she thought of something and her eyes lit up. She asked Lin Weiwei, "Mr. Lin, do you still remember the purple chain on the hand of the scholar statue?"

"Purple chains?" Lin Weiwei recalled and nodded quickly, guessing, "Sister Yang, you mean that the Thunder Dragon was transformed from chains."

"Nine out of ten." Yang Hong nodded.

"Spiritual weapon transforming into something, this seems to be something that only a top-grade spiritual weapon can do."

"Where did the top-grade spiritual weapon come from in Forgotten Township?" Yang Hong asked Lin Weiwei this question while also asking herself.

"This is the secret of Forgotten Township. Let's not ask."

"Yeah." Yang Hong nodded and started chatting with Lin Weiwei about the silver light that flashed just now.

"Boom" lightning streaked across the sky and struck the rock peak again.

"The pace of thunder strikes is a bit fast tonight." Under the eaves, the old patriarch murmured as he looked at Yan Feng.

"The intervals between lightning strikes have indeed been shortened a lot tonight." Yi Jin nodded in agreement.

"This is not the point. The point is the fleeting silver light that cuts off the thunder." Yang Chao reminded.

When these words came out, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Protected by the Mountain and River Seal, Shang Liangshan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the block that emerged from the rock.

When Cube saw his master looking at him, he immediately began to babble and tell the purpose of his visit. He came to take advantage of the power of thunder and lightning.

Shang Liangshan naturally agreed to this.

After getting the consent of its owner, the cube happily buried itself in the rock to absorb the power of thunder and lightning.

This is the advantage of having thick skin and flesh. The electric strings can't hurt him at all.

Just like that, there was one more person to share the food, which forced Shang Liangshan to communicate with Lei Jiao and try to attract as much thunder as possible.

I was really forced, and I got used to it when I was forced.

The next morning, the old patriarch, standing at the gate of the Forgotten Temple, frowned as he watched the thunder continue to fall.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps. It was the leopard wearing a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat running over. He said as he ran, "Chief, there is a flash flood and the river is rising. We need to organize people to prevent the flood."

"Let the prisoners take tools to prevent floods, and tell them that those who disobey orders will die!" the old patriarch said coldly.

"Yes," Yibao agreed, and continued, "Over at the hunting team, the clan leader has to ask the Seventh Elder to check on the situation."

"Go ahead, the old man will ask Xiaocao to go with him. Don't disturb Liangshan's practice with such trivial matters." The old patriarch waved his hand.

"The patriarch is right." Forgotten nodded and turned to leave.

The old patriarch glanced at the gloomy sky, then turned around, lit incense and called Xiaocao, who soon appeared.

"Xiao Cao, there is a flash flood. Please go to the underground temple to check on Yishui and the others."

"No problem." Xiao Cao nodded, took a look at the heavy rain and gloomy sky outside the temple, and said to the old patriarch: "Old patriarch, I'm afraid this rain will continue for a few days. We must strengthen flood prevention."

"That's for the old man." The old patriarch nodded and instructed: "When you see Yishui and the others, tell them to be careful. There are captives in the village and there are enough people. Tell them not to worry and never rush back in the rain."

"I understand." After that, Xiaocao disappeared on the spot.

"Awoo" a wolf howled, and the little grass that had just appeared in the underground temple was pounced on by a pack of silver wolves.

"Don't press, don't add." Xiaocao's helpless voice echoed in the underground temple.

Yishui and Yiliu quickly rushed over after hearing the noise. When they saw the embarrassed Xiaocao, they smiled unkindly.

The three teams hid in the underground palace and were in a safe situation. After Xiaocao conveyed the old patriarch's instructions one by one, he returned to report.

As night fell, the rain continued to fall, cows mooed, thunder roared, and being struck by lightning happened again.

On the north bank of the river, Yibao looked at the roaring turbid river water and couldn't help but frown. The water level continued to rise and the drop was shrinking.

This is not what worries him most. What worries him is that the river bank is at risk of being washed away at any time.

"Captain of the guard, the upstream river channel is blocked." A militiaman came running over and said urgently.

"Let's go!" Yibao said without saying a word and led the team to the north bank.

It is not uncommon for rivers to be blocked during the flood season because under the impact of floods, stones, soil, dead branches and leaves, and shrubs will all be mixed together. If a thick dead tree comes and gets stuck in the rocks in the river, it will form a trough and thus a blocking dam.

To deal with this kind of dam, the Forgotten Village method is to use a rope hook.

The thick iron hook, swung by the local militia, broke through the rain and was thrown into the river towards the dead tree that formed the dam. As the dead tree was caught in the hook, everyone pulled together and pulled the dead tree hook ashore.

The patrolling Heizi rushed to the sky above the dam covered with dead branches and leaves and started to chatter at the militia.

"What do you mean?" Black question marks appeared on the foreheads of all the militiamen.

With a "swoosh" sound, a black wind blade slashed on the dam, the river water splashed, dead branches and leaves flew, and the flood rushed.

When the local militia saw this scene, they immediately understood what Heizi meant. They put away their rope hooks and cheered for him.