The city of Guangzhou is surrounded by floods, and the waves are rolling in front of the Nanhai Ancient Temple. The terrifying flood peak has annihilated the fertile land on the embankment, and swallowed up Zhangqiu Gang into a watery shore. At this time, if anyone is standing there and looking around, they will notice

The whole world seems to have returned to an era of ignorance before Hongmeng was divided, and life like grass has long been precarious and irrelevant.

On Zhangqiu Hill, a group of people were even more desperate. At this time, the road outside the village was cut off, and there was no rescue despite waiting. The villagers had no food and water and had nowhere to go. They could only give up their homes and live in Hongsheng Temple, helplessly working day and night.

Climb high and look far away.

From Zhangqiu Hill, they could clearly see that the brick foundation of Fuxu Ancient Village had been destroyed by the flood, and the calm archway had also disappeared before their eyes. Not even the top of the roof of the house was left.

The water from the rivers coming from all directions is still vast and endless, with the sound of thunder and rain, and the waves are surging unscrupulously, which is daunting.

Jin Peiyuan's "Guangzhou Records" records: "There is a village a hundred miles east of Guangzhou, named 'Gudou'. From then on, it went out to sea and became boundless." Gudou was the original Zhangqiugang Village. Looking back at this

The dim sea and sky at that time were exactly the same as those recorded in the book, and thousands of years seemed like a blink of an eye.

But such a scene has been gone for too long. Not only have the villagers never seen it, but even their ancestors have not witnessed such a scene for hundreds of years.

It developed from Gudou in the Jin Dynasty to Nanhai Town, and in the Tang Dynasty it expanded to Fuxu Town. It is also the confluence point of the Xijiang, Dongjiang and Beijiang rivers, so Fuxu Town is also called the "Three River Estuary" and suffers from sediment accumulation.

It's just inevitable.

In the pale memories of the villagers, it seems that with the last batch of sailboats in the late Song Dynasty, Fuxu Port collapsed like a skin that had been drained of all its vitality. The fishermen who once sang late for generations,

The lamps and shadows collapsed with a loud sound, gradually leaving only the appearance of a messy wreckage.

For some reason, the legend of crossing the sea is always circulated in the village, and some people still vaguely remember that the person who left with the boat and the promise was named Lu Junshi.

Time slowly arrived in the Ming Dynasty. Due to the construction of embankments to prevent floods in the past dynasties, the place gradually became a shallow land as sediment accumulated. After the coastline moved outward, Fuxu Port also lost its favorable port conditions, and ship trade gradually declined. Today, Fuxu Port has gradually declined.

The waterway in Xugang became narrower and narrower, and continued to decline. Only a narrow river channel was left in and out, which finally became history, and the scene on the Fuxu River was no longer beautiful.

This ancient town, which relies on the prosperity of the port and has gradually become deserted because of the decline of the port, should have gradually come to the end of its life. But suddenly, it seems that the scene a thousand years ago suddenly reappeared in front of us. Only this time, the water of the ancient port

The soul of the underworld has the intention of pretending to resurrect and then spread its teeth and claws to select people and devour them, wanting to take everything away completely.

The intersection of the three rivers represents the mouth of the water, and the boiling sea and the sky are even more severe. The plight of Zhangqiugang Village comes from being attacked from both sides. Even if the water of the three rivers gathered inland at this time is twisted into a line, it cannot break through the roaring roar of the boiling sea.

The waves, even before they spread, were already washed away by the tide and turned into extremely fine bubbles——

The tide carries the power of the wind and the storm surges suddenly. This is undoubtedly a tidal disaster that occurs once in a century!

In order to cope with the natural disaster, the villagers of Zhangqiugang Village have exhausted all methods within a few days. However, whether it is building embankments and dams or dredging and opening gates, facing the sudden tidal disaster is just a drop in the bucket. After all their efforts, they finally failed.

Unable to save the cottage at the foot of the mountain, they could only gather dejectedly in the ancient Nanhai Temple on the top of the mountain, praying day and night in front of the silent statue of King Hong Sheng.

But praying hard could not stop the rain, and begging hard could not stop the disaster. The outside of the ancient Nanhai Temple had turned into an isolated island in the vast sea. The villagers were always worried about being swept up in the waves and drowned in the belly of fish and turtles.

All misfortunes seem to have started on the night when all the young men in the village died.

At this time, the villagers belatedly remembered every bit of what their ancestors had said. The too comfortable and ordinary daily life of living in the fields and farming made them forget that they were actually at the confluence of the three rivers and on the top of the boiling waves. They also forgot that the bottom of the sea could roll up dead bodies.

The undercurrent flowing deep into the depths is a terrifying sign of the tidal disaster...

At some point, blasphemous whispers began to sound. The red-faced god-man in the main hall was wearing a crown and his eyes were wide open. He was sitting on a chair made of two dragons. He looked at this group of nowhere with his beard.

A returnable person.

The eyes of the village chief in the hall were filled with bloodshot eyes. He saw that the colorful mural behind the statue had cracked a large crack, and the paint was eclipsed by moisture and moss. However, the two large stone carvings in the inner hall were clearly visible under the candlelight.

The one on the left is "The Picture of King Hong Sheng Suppressing the Sea and Conquering Demons", which depicts the magnificent scene of King Hong Sheng protecting the people, eliminating disasters, suppressing the sea and subduing demons. The picture on the right is "The Picture of King Guangli Weixian's Patrol", which depicts the magnificent scene of Hong Sheng.

The majestic scene of the Holy King leading the gods to patrol the world, shining with auspicious light and benefiting the world. Now everything has dimmed, and it seems that only this color has not dissipated.

"Now we can only invite King Hong Sheng to come out..."

The isolated villagers were woken up by a shout. They looked around in confusion, only to find that the person who sounded like thunder was not the thunderbolt above their heads, but the village chief with a pale face, who had not slept for several nights.

This skinny old man was standing under the eaves outside Hongsheng Temple. He stretched out a trembling finger and pointed at a certain place, and finally initiated some kind of forced ritual. At this time, the cold wind turned into his face.

Acupuncture, every command was like a thunderous sound in the hearts of the villagers, and it was almost heart-breaking.

But now there is no escape, no avoidance, and they have no choice.

Soon, the scattered sounds of gongs, drums, cymbals and cymbals could be heard outside the main hall, and the plaque of the solemn avoidance was swayingly lifted up. Before King Hong Sheng's patrol could stand firmly, it was carried out without warning.

After leaving the gate, the raindrops instantly wet the crimson curtain, turning it into a red that was more solid than blood.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The last villagers in Zhangqiugang Village are slowly leaving under the pouring rain outside the temple, just like countless God's birthday celebrations in the past, with faces

But there was no smile left, only an expression that was so calm that it was almost lifeless, and even his steps were silent as he walked outside.

The winding procession strolled along the rugged temple gate mountain road, and soon arrived at the cliff-like high ground. The villagers respectfully put down their sacred chariots and worshiped, tapping their foreheads against the hard sandstone and murmuring constantly.

Their lips were washed away by the rain, but they still crawled in the mud flowing freely for a long time, and no one was willing to get up.

I would like to ask, what does a temple mean to a village?

Ying Laodao understood the significance of this temple to Zhangqiugang Village, and also understood the status of King Hongsheng in the hearts of the villagers, so he had previously laid out the method of "housekeeping by gods and men" in an attempt to dispel the fear caused by Hei Yi. Although

The strategies did not all work, but Black Eye never came close to the Nanhai Ancient Temple no matter how rampant it was, because the villagers were always willing to believe that all difficulties would be eliminated before the divine power of King Hong Sheng.

But in the face of everything today, the situation has already exceeded their imagination and imagination. Even the omnipotent god and man cannot withstand the incoming natural disasters, let alone the invasion of successive bad lucks.

The originally deep-rooted beliefs are on the verge of collapse, but there is still a trace of luck left before the ice melts.

They could only hear the Hong Sheng Bao Gao that had been passed down from generation to generation read out from their mouths. The remaining old, weak, women and children in Zhangqiugang Village knelt on the ground piously and stubbornly. Finally, some people slowly raised their heads, with a persistent and deep look.

Looking at the god, I saw rays of divine light coming and going from his body, flickering between yin and yang, lingering and falling from the sky.

"King Hong Sheng bless..."

"King Hong Sheng bless..."

"King Hongsheng bless you..."

The sound of falling into the water kept resounding, and the people who followed were horrified to find that the villagers of Zhangqiugang Village were insensitively taking over, first throwing the "Silence" and "Avoidance" travel signs symbolizing the majesty of the gods into the water, and then

The ebony sword that symbolizes magic power, the dragon subduing wood, and the water-breaking stone are all things that were regarded as treasures in the past.

But the result of all this was not to stop the wind and rain, but to create a few shallow waves on the turbulent water surface at the bottom of the cliff, which disappeared in an instant.

The people held their breath and discovered that the time-honored plaques in the ancient Nanhai temple and the inscriptions engraved in the past dynasties were all carried out and thrown off the cliff one after another. They were still hoping that these literati of the past dynasties would

Being able to have a spiritual response, the supernatural scene of the God of the South China Sea reappearing in front of me: "The mysterious monsters of the sea emerge in a trance, winding snakes, dome turtles and fish, jumping first first", but nothing happened on the water.

The order finally came to the statue of the god. As a statue of a Yi man wearing Tang Dynasty clothes was thrown into the sea, the despair in the eyes of the villagers finally emerged, and they all cast their eyes on the lonely sedan chair on the top of the cliff. The villagers

Standing like puppets, there may be countless thoughts in their minds like foam on the sea, but they may be shattered and silenced by a big wave, leaving only empty heads in the end.

In a daze, it seemed that no one had ever gotten up to take action - at least everyone present thought that they had done no offense. But at some point, the sedan chariot had been pushed to a dangerous angle and was heading diagonally.

The astonishingly steep cliff slowly fell sideways, drawing an unsettling arc!

The hard rock shows no mercy. Even if the villagers turn their heads and cannot bear to look at it, they can still hear the sore sound of broken teeth. It seems that the sacred chariot made of solid wood has been overwhelmed by repeated stumbles and is slowly falling into pieces.

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None of them dared to look, but they could all imagine a scene, that is, something on the cliff was falling faster and faster, and eventually turned into flying wood chips floating on the sea surface, mixed with the previously thrown things, and a

Floating weakly in the current, the scene was abrupt and scattered.

But the villagers were still listening attentively, and suddenly there was a look on their faces.

Even now, the lead clouds on the distant sea and sky lines have not shown any sign of melting away, and the heavy rain is falling continuously. However, those who knelt and listened blankly in the heavy rain have never heard the last heavy sound.

The sound of objects falling into the water.

At that moment, countless gods responded, and visions and anecdotes came to mind. It seemed that the failures of several previous rituals didn't matter. Just jumping up this little flame was enough to make the ashes in the hearts of the villagers ignite again, and they were reborn into something extraordinary.

of piety.

The strong wind suddenly weakened, and people headed by the village chief rushed to the edge of the cliff to look down, hoping to see teams of patrolling Yashas riding the waves, as fast as lightning, carrying red flags and coming to subdue the waves.

!

But what they saw was that a few feet away from the sea below the cliff, a tree branch suddenly reached out and intercepted several dilapidated carriage boards, and happened to hit King Hong Sheng who immediately rolled into the sea.

It seemed like it was blocking him, so he didn't fall into the sea.

The gravel was trampled down from the cliff, and the wild waves crashed against the cliff bank, making a surging sound. The fragile branches were soon overwhelmed, and were finally bent into a miserable arc. As a few pieces of gravel crashed,

After rolling over the wooden board and falling into the sea, the ancient statue of the red-robed and red-faced god finally suddenly plunged into the water. After making a lonely splash, it completely disappeared with the water swirling around it.

The villagers were bathing in the wind and rain with despair on their faces, wailing one after another, and thunderbolts kept flashing above their heads, seeming to be laughing at their whims, and the statue of King Hong Sheng, which had high hopes, had been completely submerged by the sea, no matter they were in the waves.

No matter how hard you search, you can't find any trace of it——

Just like their last glimmer of hope, it disappeared completely with this last futile ceremony.

Despair flashed in the village chief's eyes. His footsteps had unknowingly stepped on the edge of the cliff. If he took another step forward, he would be buried in the abyss of the waves. There is no greater sorrow than death. The voices of the surrounding villagers were like voices from across the distance.

The sound came from the water, but no matter how hard I heard it, I couldn't hear it clearly. It seemed like some strange language that I had never heard before...

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The village chief’s feet were about to fall, but he was caught by the people behind him. What the village chief saw was a pair of red eyes soaked in salty rainwater, and joints

The man's pale and blue skin stretched out his arms, and the man was almost face to face before the chaotic voice reached his ears!

"Look...someone is coming from the sea..."

Things are so strange. The idea of ​​​​the villagers crossing the sea is still in the air. They are already in a desperate situation of isolation and no food or food. But the magic is that it is only an insignificant wooden boat in the vast sea, but it can bring people...

What a great encouragement.

Where the statue fell into the water, I saw a dark wooden boat sailing high in the wind and waves. Countless evil waves stretched out their long claws to overturn it, as if evil spirits in the water came to seek life, but a paddle could always hit it just right.
To be continued...