The fifth thousand five hundred and ninety-nine chapters rainstorm
In the blink of an eye, there was a strong wind in the valley, flying rocks and sand in the mountains, and the gravel rolled up by the strong wind hit people's faces with a faint pain. Large black clouds flew out from behind the top of the mountain, covering the originally bright mountains in an instant.
The mountains shrouded in morning light suddenly became like night.
A bolt of lightning tore through the dark sky, followed by a "click" and a deafening thunder. Then it exploded above the heads of a group of people in Wanlin. The entire mountain shook violently amidst the ear-splitting thunder.
Then a ball of flame burst out from the mountains in the distance, and a large tree as thick as a person was split diagonally by lightning!
Wan Lin rushed to the front of a huge rock. He looked up at the bright lightning in the sky and listened to the deafening thunder. He squatted under the rock and glanced appreciatively at the little monk following him. He then spoke into the microphone.
Order all team members to hide in low-lying areas.
Like the little monk, he also lived freely deep in the mountains. He knew that the dark clouds in the mountains would definitely bring rare storms and rains. And in the midst of such strong lightning and deafening thunder, the team members with metal weapons
You may be struck by lightning at any time, which is very dangerous.
Wanlin's group of people had just taken shelter under the rocks in the mountains when streaks of golden lightning appeared in the dark clouds like silver snakes flying, followed by bursts of thunder.
At this time, Xiaoya and Lingling had tightly grasped the little monk's arm and hid under a huge rock. Lingling followed amidst the deafening thunder, looked at the little monk and praised loudly: "Jingheng, I didn't expect that you, a little
The monk also knows astronomy and geography. You can predict this kind of weather. When you get back, I will introduce you to the Municipal Meteorological Bureau. You can go and predict the weather!"
The young monk raised his face proudly when he heard Lingling's praise, and when he heard Lingling said that she was going to send him to the Meteorological Bureau, he was so frightened that he stretched out his head and stammered: "Senior Sister Lingling, you...you
You dare to send me away? I...I came here to be...a soldier, not...to be a forecaster. If you dare...dare to send me to the Meteorological Bureau, I will escape back to the mountains the next day.
!”
Xiaoya saw the boy's anxious look and knew that he was sincere and took Lingling's words seriously. She smiled and pressed down the little monk's bald head and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Lingling is joking with you, how could she send you away?"
Going to the Meteorological Bureau? Look how anxious you are."
Lingling also smiled and said: "Hehe, do you think the Meteorological Bureau can really want you? They won't even want you if I go there. The people who go there are all professionals."
Before Lingling finished speaking, there was a sudden flash of bright lightning in the air, and the dark mountains seemed to become like daylight in an instant. A "Kra" sound of thunder followed the heads of Xiaoya and the others, and a raindrop like soybeans suddenly poured down.
And down!
When the little monk heard the deafening thunder, he shrank his neck, grabbed Xiaoya and Lingling's arms and hid in the depression under the rock. He then looked up at the sky with some fear, and then grinned and lowered his voice.
He muttered: "When I came out... this time, I came... to be a soldier. If I can't be a soldier, I... I will go back to the temple... go and continue to be... a monk. I can...
…I miss my master and senior brother.”
Xiaoya heard the little monk's muttering and quickly hugged the boy to her side and said: "Jingheng, it's okay. There are so many senior brothers, senior sisters and leaders here to take care of you. Our temple is the same as yours.
What a big family!”
Lingling also quickly grabbed the little monk's arm and comforted her: "Jingheng, I was joking with you just now. The Meteorological Bureau doesn't want you. They don't even want us. The people there are high-tech professionals, and they don't want us."
As she said that, she raised her hand to wipe the rain off her face, and then looked at Xiaoya with some regret. At this time, the two of them already understood in their hearts that this little monk was adopted by his master since he was a child, and he had never left his love.
His master and senior brother suddenly left the mountains and the master and the others for so long this time. This boy is homesick!
There was a heavy rain, and the undulating mountains were completely white. In the blink of an eye, the low-lying areas in the mountains were covered with patches of white water. The soybean-like raindrops hit the water and splashed with white water. The whole mountain was misty and rainy.
misty.
The overwhelming rain continued for about half an hour, and the dark mountains gradually became brighter. The little monk hiding under the rock looked up at the sky and said: "The rain... the rain will stop soon!" After saying that, he raised his head suddenly.
He raised his left hand to cover his mouth and looked at Lingling with bright black eyes.
Xiaoya and Lingling saw the way the little monk covered his mouth and knew that the boy was thinking about the Meteorological Bureau again, fearing that their forecast was too accurate and Lingling would mention sending him to the Meteorological Bureau again.
The two couldn't help but burst into laughter. Lingling lovingly touched the little monk's head and said with a smile: "Didn't I just say that the Meteorological Bureau doesn't want you anymore? Hehe, just follow us and work hard, there is no one
I can send you away."
The young monk also laughed when he heard Lingling's comforting voice: "Hey, I...I know, you...you also...can't bear to leave me. In fact, it's...very...useful for me to follow you."
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Xiaoya and Lingling laughed when they heard the boy's voice. They both stretched out their arms and hugged the boy's shoulders lovingly. They then raised their heads and looked at the surrounding mountains.
The wind and rain in the mountainous area came violently and went away suddenly. The violent storm that was covering the sky just now suddenly stopped, and the dark clouds covering the sky flew towards the mountains ahead in the blink of an eye.
The bright morning light shrouded the undulating mountains again, and the mountain vegetation that had been washed by the heavy rain appeared lush and green. The mountain peaks that were hazy just now appeared clearly in front of Xiaoya and Lingling.
Wanlin's group of people all got out from under the hidden rocks. Xiaoya took a few deep breaths and said, "What a fresh air!" The little monk shook the rain off his head vigorously and looked at Xiaoya and Lingling.
Said: "The air in the mountains is really... really good. You can smell it... like the grass after the rain. It's so comfortable."
He then looked at the undulating mountains in the distance and sighed: "To be honest, if...if it weren't for being a soldier, I...I really wouldn't want to be in your city. There are...people and cars everywhere, empty...
…I’m still not angry.”
He then raised his hand and pointed at the scenes of white waterfalls flashing on the surrounding hillsides and said: "You... look, how... how beautiful this... mountain is!"
Xiaoya and Lingling laughed when they heard the boy talking again in a hurry. They knew that the boy was looking at the familiar and beautiful mountains and still missing his master and brother who lived in seclusion deep in the mountains.