The Dharma Assembly immediately stood up, but before he could go out, he heard a thunderous sound.

Lightning flashed across the sky, as if it had torn apart the darkness, which was very terrifying.

People know that this is the rhythm of heavy rain.

Before the Dharma Assembly could pick up the umbrella, a rumbling sound came. Heavy rain was pouring, and the raindrops as big as beans hit the ground, directly blowing up the soil. The ozone produced by the thunder drifted away with the wind, and a fishy smell came to the nose.

The rain became heavier and heavier, hitting the glazed tiles and crackling.

"Have an umbrella!"

The abbot of the Dharma Assembly ordered.

The monk said in a young voice: "Abbot, if it rains so heavily, that person would not be foolish and not hide from the rain, right? Otherwise, I'd better not go? The wind is so strong that I'm afraid the umbrella cannot be opened!"

The abbot of the Dharma Assembly had a look of anger on his calm face for the first time: "Shaoyu, do you still remember why your master gave you this Dharma name?"

Shaoyu quickly shut up and went to get the umbrella honestly.

As a result, as soon as I went out, the wind blew, the umbrella almost flew out.

Fortunately, Shaoyu was strong enough, holding an umbrella and facing the wind, following the old monk Dharma Assembly to the Bodhi tree behind.

When they arrived under the Bodhi tree, they were shocked.

I saw thunder flashing in the sky, like a thunder dragon creeping across the sky!

The strong wind swept the dark clouds and rolled like huge waves!

It was raining heavily, and the water droplets on the ground were splashing.

And the person under the Bodhi tree was still sitting there quietly, holding a volume of scriptures and watching quietly.

Whether it is wind or thunder, it seems that it has nothing to do with him.

The most terrifying thing is that the wind and rain cannot blow within three feet of his body!

Around him, there seemed to be an invisible glass shield, blocking all the wind and rain outside.

In the past, the abbot of the Shaoyu Listening Dharma Assembly said that this man is not an ordinary person, but he still doesn’t believe it. At this moment, he completely believed it!

Where is this a human?

This tm is a god!

The abbot of the Dharma Assembly sighed: "It is really a god!"

Just in such a daze, a strong wind blew, and Shaoyu didn't catch any of them, and the umbrella in his hand was blown away.

The abbot of the Dharma Assembly staggered and almost fell to the ground.

However, the rain instantly wet her clothes.

Shaoyu exclaimed, quickly helped the abbot to stabilize and took him into the house to hide from the rain.

The thunder is getting louder and louder, and the lightning is getting more and more violent...

The wind and clouds were swirling in the sky, and the trees were rustling.

The only thing that has not changed is the person under the Bodhi tree and the books in his hand.

Time passes quickly, day by day, week by week, month by month...

As an autumn wind blows, many leaves are yellowed.

When a muffled thunder sounded in the sky, the temperature dropped sharply, and the first snowflake fell, landed in front of the man, and then dissipated.

The man slowly looked up and looked at the sky and murmured: "Form is emptiness, emptiness is color, all things are born from the mind... If you are unintentional, what's the use of this world? I seemed to have taken the wrong path before... Then how should I break the deadlock?"

Then the man put down the book in his hand and fell into deep thought.

This year, due to a strong cold air mass from the north, the whole country of Daxia entered winter ahead of schedule.

This year is called the coldest year in the past twenty years.

On that night, heavy snow suddenly fell.

When the next day, the little novice monks looked at the white snow outside the window, shouted excitedly and rushed out, and then ran back tremblingly by the cold. However, there was still an excitement on their faces.
Chapter completed!