The river channel was filled with painful wailings, and the water flowing through it seemed to be blocked by wailings. Some people threw ropes on the shore to try to rescue the people below, some people walked away quickly, and some people asked for help from the helicopters flying in the air. Even they didn't know how to let the helicopters rescue the people in the river.

"The bridge broke?"

A figure wrapped around his body with rags squeezed into the river from and behind. No one noticed that when he walked forward from the mud, his feet were not trapped in it, as if his body had no weight, and as if the mud suddenly turned into a solid hardened road surface.

Sanzang shook his head slightly as he looked at the bloody and shrill scene in the river, and his eyes showed a strong apology. The surging crowd was directly caused by his giant Buddha statue, and the disasters that the group of people suffered at this moment were also closely related to him in terms of cause and effect.

Someone in the river grabbed the rope thrown from the shore. If he dragged the person up like this, it might cause new damage, but in a hurry, he could only do so.

"Are you coming to help? Thank you, thank you."

Seeing Sanzang standing on the shore thinking, the people who were anxious to rescue thought that this guy, who was much taller than the locals, wanted to help, and with such great strength, he would definitely pull the person under the rope up.

"Yes, I'm here to help."

Sanzang hand held the rope handed over and looked at the people under the river without moving.

Looking at Sanzang's motionless wood, the already anxious person was even more anxious.

"You pull the rope harder, life is at stake."

But this strange person who came to help still stood still, and did not suddenly raise his head after half a second.

"Amitabha."

A golden light suddenly burst out from Sanzang's body. The golden light shone dazzlingly overwhelmed the panic. The helicopter in the sky was even more controlled by the light at this moment. The fuselage shook and deflected and almost hit the ground.

Two helicopters with a slightly closer distance almost had a collision accident at the critical moment, and the ground and the sky were in chaos.

The golden light is so familiar. The golden light giant Buddha of yesterday has not yet dissipated in everyone's minds. The golden light that appeared again this time must be closely related to the former.

"Do away quickly, report quickly!"

With the height and volume of the golden giant, the helicopter formation in the sky may suffer. The driver made urgent avoidance actions, and the helicopter that lacked maintenance made an overwhelming creaking sound, which made people afraid that it would disintegrate in a few seconds.

But there was no golden giant rising on the ground, but like a spider's long legs and octopus' tentacles. The golden light formed huge arms and palms and penetrated into the river.

"Boom!"

The gravel piled up in the river was all grabbed by big hands, and it was easily transported to the side like a child holding a building block.

The gravel hit the water and land, colliding one by one, one by one, and then one by one.

Although humans have long invented engineering equipment with the same function, they are far less convenient than the golden giant hand. They throw everything away in a few seconds, and the injured in the river channel is also held up by their palms and placed on the shore.

Everything went very quickly, until after everyone was rescued, the rest of the shore fell to the ground after realizing it, and their eyes were full of shock and worship.

The locals who had handed the rope to the monk Sanzang to help him were so scared that they could not help themselves. Their foreheads were heavily kowtowed to the ground, wishing they could stuff their heads into the wet and soft soil.

Although I don’t know why I have to kneel down, it’s right to see such a big man kneeling anyway. Isn’t this even everyone on both sides of the river kneeling down together? Even the wounded who had just been rescued and had inconvenient legs and feet struggled to kneel on the ground.

If this firm willpower can be used in work, perhaps the backward situation of Meghalaya can change slightly.

"True God."

"It's Buddha."

"You give it to the omnipotent Holy Lord..."

The atmosphere of the Holy Bishop of Meghalaya is strong, but someone recognized the identity of the Golden Light Buddha yesterday. Although the man in front of him is definitely not the tall figure, he must have a lot of connection.

"You guys cross the river." The monk spoke English, and the elderly locals could not understand at all.

"Cross, cross the river?" Although he was afraid of the monk's mysterious ability, the bridges in front of him had completely collapsed. How could the vast crowd pass by?

The monk turned around and looked at the river that was not very wide. When he raised his right arm, the golden light emitted from the outside gathered into substance and flew towards his arm.

A bridge.

A bridge made of golden light was installed on the river, which was wider and heavier than the collapsed bridge from one end to the other.

miracle.

We can only describe this bridge that suddenly appeared with miracles. Looking at the dazzling golden bridge, the migrant crowd who were eager to pass was swollen, and no one dared to step onto this bridge first.

After all, with the severely hierarchical wet poison, the untouchables cannot even enter the temple, let alone stepping onto such a bridge that is obviously made by gods.

"You just cross the bridge."

After Sanzang spoke for half a minute, someone finally took the courage to take a step forward.

"Dong."

The upper is stepping on the golden light bridge, and your feet are steadily on it, and will not fall down at all.

"This bridge can be walked, let's go forward quickly."

With the first one to stand up, the people behind followed suit, including shoes, barefoot, carts, cars, and large troops passing by.

The first line of miracles to see the miracles has crossed the river. Although the later generations did not directly see the scenes of monk saving people, under the word of mouth and the miracle of Golden Light Bridge, everyone would kowtow and kneel to the location where Monk Sanzang was before stepping onto the bridge.

The moment I stepped on the Golden Light Bridge, many people felt an unspeakable wonder in their bodies, as if the hidden diseases and health risks in their bodies were eliminated by the Golden Light.

This is naturally just a psychological hint. Monk Sanzang cannot even heal the burns on his own, let alone treat others.

If Sanhuan had not been too noble in his identity, not the difference between castes, but the difference in life levels, this group of migrant people would have long rush to kiss Sanhuan's shoes.

The air forces passing by here were already stunned. They cautiously distanced themselves from the Golden Light Bridge and observed them from a distance, and no one dared to attack rashly.

"My God, my God."

A high caste hatch machine gunner kowtowed directly at the Golden Light Bridge and kowtowed. The soldiers were also humans. Moreover, the wet and poisonous religious atmosphere was extremely strong. Even if an attack order was really issued above, some devout soldiers would never shoot at the gods.

After all, the Buddha was the Hope Sect from the Wet Poison Land thousands of years ago, and later it also flowed into the Wet Poison Sect. Isn’t it just a shooting at the Wet Poison Sect god?

At this moment, the big figures who were observing hundreds or thousands of kilometers also became restless. A senior official who had studied physics in college stood up and his head was buzzing.
Chapter completed!