too affectionate

Chapter 829 Compassionate All Beings Buddha (1)

The moment Jing Shijialan left the barrier, Wanyan concealed her figure and breath, and slipped out when the barrier was about to close.

After leaving Tianxuan Hall, Jing Shijialan headed north all the way, with great determination and extremely fast speed, as if he was in a hurry.

Wanyan tried her best not to lose her.

In this way, Wanyan doesn't need to deliberately keep a safe distance at all.

The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, killing people and setting fires.

He didn't sleep at night and sneaked out of the palace alone. He was either trying to kill someone or plotting to kill someone.

Jing Shijialan, I want to see what tricks you are playing.

When Jing Shajialan stopped for the first time, it was already dawn in the early morning.

Wanyan was already out of breath from the rush, and her determination was greatly lost. At this moment, she was finally able to stop for a while, she couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, and couldn't help cursing in her heart.

Where is this a way to hurry?You don't even drive donkeys like this, is Jing Shijialan going to drive you to death?

Hurrying and rushing all the way, until Wanyan stopped at this time, she realized that she was already in the northern part of Tianquan, in the endless Yaowutu Mountains.

Drive thousands of miles away in one go, Jing Shijialan, if you don’t have an earth-shattering conspiracy, you will just wait to die...

Wanyan put her hands on her knees, and was about to relieve the fatigue caused by her desperate journey, but she frowned suddenly after feeling something.

Why is there a wind in one place, so hot...

Wanyan looked up and saw Jing Shijialan standing on the edge of a cliff in the distance, like a straight pine tree.

A thin layer of morning mist hangs on his white clothes, and he counts with his fingers intentionally or unintentionally, as if he is looking for something.

A moment later, without warning, Jing Shijialan jumped from the cliff and jumped down.

Wanyan was startled, and subconsciously wanted to rush down, but in the blink of an eye, Jing Shijialan rose up from the cliff again.

Behind him, eight pairs of wings spread out.

Wanyan hurriedly hid behind the stone, secretly regretting, she just showed a trace of breath.

But Jing Shijialan didn't notice Wanyan at all, he had already spread his wings and pierced through the clouds and fog, freely passing through the mountains.

Wanyan was even more surprised, she really couldn't figure out what Jing Shijialan was here for in this deep mountain.

But it's strange, Wanyan immediately jumped into the wind and headed in the direction of Jing Shijialan.

As she got closer, Wanyan could feel the wind around her getting hotter and thinner.

Wanyan was wondering in her heart, her body had already stopped on her own initiative.

After passing through the cover of a mountain, Wanyan saw Jing Shijialan.

She also knew why the wind was so hot.

On a mountain in the distant Wutu Mountains, thick smoke billowed up, like a sharp knife, straight into the sky.

Amidst the black smoke, one could clearly see the raging tongues of fire swallowing, like the snake letter of a giant python, leveling the lush green mountain vegetation in an instant, leaving behind scarred land.

The raging fire is like a tiger coming out of the mountain. Under the catalysis of the wind, it dives from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. The speed is jaw-dropping, and it seems unstoppable.

In the midst of the poisonous flames and the scorching fire, a man in white with purple wings walked towards the billowing smoke.

Above the sky, Yinghuo, Suixing, Chenxing, and Zhenxing flickered faintly.

Wanyan looked up, she recognized all these stars.

Yinghuo, Mars house.Year star, Jupiter house.Chen Xing, Mercury house.Town star, Saturn house.

And in Jing Shajialan's palm, red, green, blue, and yellow rays of light circulated in turn.

The next moment, Jing Shijialan, standing in the air, with his tiny body, suddenly exerted force on the mountains and rivers.

That power was like a big stick falling from the sky, and it gave the mountain fire a head blow.

It's ridiculous that the fire that spread all over the mountains and plains was so arrogant, but in the hands of Jing Shijialan, it was like a bluffing kitten, and it died down in a short while.

In the end, all that was left of the mountain fire was the wisp lingering in the palm of Jing Shajialan.

In the light of the fire, the white-clothed Jing Shajialan is above the mountain top and all things.

Wanyan looked up and saw that Jing Shijialan at this time really had the image of a savior.

Jing Shajialan casually wrapped around his wrist, and the last ray of fire was also extinguished, replaced by yellow, blue and green light.

Jing Shijialan waved his hand slowly, and saw that the scorched land suddenly began to tremble, and then the soil turned from bottom to top.

After a while, all the burnt soil was overturned, the scorched soil was covered underneath and became fertilizer, while the wet soil underneath was turned up to the surface.

From a distance, the land has been restored, as if the wildfire had never passed.

At the same time, small particles gathered from all directions, like dandelions being blown away.

Wanyan looked closely, only to find that they were all seeds.

There are different plants in it, but all are native to the mountain.

When the seeds fell into the ground, the sky suddenly darkened.

It was a dark cloud drifting past, blocking the morning light in the mountains.

Crack, clack, clatter, clatter.

Drops of rain fell on the land ravaged by wildfires.

For a while, the smell of being burnt was gradually replaced by the rain in the forest and the fragrance of moist soil.

The land that has suffered so much, accepts the rainwater contentedly, and has been generously gifted by the gods.

Everything has returned to calm.

Jing Shijialan pulled back his strength, glanced down the mountain, turned around and left.

Wanyan followed his gaze and saw a small village at the foot of the mountain.

Just now, the small village that was still deserted and did not wake up, at this time, the first wisp of smoke rose from today's cooking.

For some reason, the cooking smoke suddenly reminded Wanyan of the thick smoke billowing from the top of the mountain just an hour ago.

Wanyan's hands flipped a few times in the wind.

Based on the wind direction in the early morning, the fire will reach the village at the foot of the mountain in at most half an hour.

In this valley, the people in that village have nowhere to run if they want to.

Originally, they had no choice but to be destroyed by the wildfire, which was a dead end.

In the early morning dew, the door of a house opened, and a man stretched his waist in front of the door with a basket on his back, saying loudly that he was going to collect firewood.

Another woman walked out of the house, nagging softly to be careful, holding a water basin for soaking rice, went to the stove, and called the children to get up through the window.

It was just another, peaceful and ordinary morning, as if there had never been any crisis.

It was as if any god had never been there.

Is that why you came here so anxiously?

Wanyan sat on the top of the hill, looking down at the small village.

Silently block the raging fire, just to raise another wisp of smoke for the small village.

　Brother Lan is actually a good person, capable of dealing with... other than being a big grudge...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)