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Lu Hanshuang got out of the car with an umbrella, Dao Tong followed, and was driven back to the car by him to accompany Xiao Yan.

Uncle Li glanced at his umbrella, walked away and murmured to Sister Gao, "What kind of umbrella do you think he brought on a sunny day? The weather forecast said there will be no rain today."

Lu Hanshuang raised her eyes and glanced over——Uncle Li choked on his voice, and was swept away by that cold gaze, unknowingly a little short of breath, wondering in his heart, could he still hear it from such a distance?

"I noticed when I came out, the one in our department who is especially good at measuring astronomy came to work today without an umbrella."

"I'm not very accurate in measuring the rain or shine, but it didn't rain this morning."

Seeing that the conclusion of no rain was confirmed by Sister Gao and another colleague, Yang Yang asked Liangjia, "What do you think?"

Liang Jia asked back, "What about you?"

"According to the evidence, there should be no rain." Yang Yang took out a coin from his pocket, asked a question in his heart, flicked the coin on the back of his hand, checked the result, and couldn't help frowning.

Liang Jia glanced at the young man in the hat, and looked at the obverse coin that showed rain, "Your premonition is good, he really didn't lie."

While the two were talking, seeing Uncle Li approaching the young man again and asking something, Yang Yang said, "What is he doing?"

"Sexy." Liang Jia glanced at Uncle Li and couldn't hide his thoughts, with an expression of ready to catch someone's feet, sliding towards the young man who loves to flirt with him, and the sky where the young man is watching, the clouds gradually gather...

Uncle Li didn't know why, just face to face with the young man, his confidence was lost.After he asked the third time, Lu Hanshuang looked away from the sky and gave the answer:

"In ancient times, there was snow in June, and heaven complained about its grievances. Heaven has emotions, wind, thunder, rain, snow, cloudy, sunny, round, and lack. There are many dead here in vain, and resentment reaches heaven. Heaven has mercy, and there must be tears. Just looking at the weather of every disaster in the past 20 years, we can know that this day is not only emotional, but also very emotional. When there is rain later, it must be a heavy rain.”

Uncle Li had an expression on hearing the ghost, and Sister Gao shook her head in disbelief. Yang Yang looked back, and saw Liang Jia running to the soldier and said something. When Liang Jia came back, he asked, "What did you do?"

"Let them find an umbrella."

Yang Yang stared round his eyes, "Do you believe what he said?" Just looking through the previous materials, you can see how unrealistic this theory is in the Dharma-ending era.

Liang Jia shook his head, "I believe him." It's not just an excuse.

"Crap!" Yang Yang was depressed, "...Are all people who know each other like you?"

Liang Jia didn't speak any more.

Lu Hanshuang didn't want to say too much, the members of the department had learned "Scholar Farewell for Three Days", but they didn't know the way of heaven and they were no longer Wuxia Ameng.

Twenty-five years ago, Lu Hanshuang's words must have been nonsense.In the present world, people believe in science and do not believe in ghosts and evil spirits, the orthodoxy is incomplete, spiritual power is dry, and the way of heaven is weak and naturally lacks induction.

Now the two planes are merging. At this time, the mountains have spirits, the seas have wisdom, and the aura is abundant. The heavens are nourished by the aura, and slowly regain their vitality.

Xiao Yan was sitting in the car, looking out of the window, looking suffocated, the orb was like a fish's eye!The gloomy and gloomy eyes glanced at Uncle Li, and in Xunxianli, he would have slaughtered him with an axe.

Dao Tong inadvertently caught sight of his expression, shivered, shrank his shoulders and moved inward.

Xiao Yan noticed it, and came to his senses to touch his chest, hiding the depression in his eyes.He originally had a somewhat unpredictable emotion towards Lu Hanshuang, but when he learned of the "grandfather and grandson" relationship between the two, this unpredictability was mixed with resentment and hatred, and it became more and more inexplicable.Lu Hanshuang, who hated his emotions, still had an unmoving posture.

……

Lu Hanshuang flicked his wrist to open the automatic umbrella.

The flowers bloomed with a "bang", and the sound startled others. Uncle Li and the others looked at the sky subconsciously, and were surprised to find that the sun was shining brightly, but they didn't know when a large black cloud quietly gathered.It is densely packed and piled up layer by layer, oppressing people’s mind. Just looking at it makes people feel depressed and unspeakable emotions surging up from the depths of the body. They feel empathy for no reason. They want to cover something, or their chest or mouth or nose or eyes. .

I can't breathe, my nose and throat are sore, I want to cry!

Weird!

The sun is so strong and the sky is so bright, how can seeing the dark clouds covering the disaster area make people feel so depressed? !

Liang Jia took two umbrellas from the soldier, Yang Yang subconsciously reached out to take the second umbrella, Liang Jia shyly bypassed him and walked towards the old minister.The old man hadn't noticed Liang Jia yet, and was staring at the young man——when Lu Hanshuang slowly raised his umbrella to cover his head, Uncle Li and the others vaguely realized that something was going to happen, but they just refused to believe it, but reality doesn't care about other people's faces , Immediately after that, a torrential downpour came, drenching everyone's heads.

The embarrassment was very much like Uncle Li's state of mind. After a moment of embarrassment, he still whispered stiffly, "...a blind cat bumped into a dead mouse."

Only Sister Gao heard it, but she was worried that her makeup was not waterproof today, so she was not in the mood to start a conversation.

Yang Yang stared at Liang Jia, "You really have to lose me this time!"

Liang Jia walked back leisurely with an umbrella in hand, "What's the matter?"

"You hurt our friendship for many years, you know?"

Liang Jia stopped a step away and smiled slightly, "So you don't want to come in?"

"Come in." Yang Yang wiped off the rainwater that was about to drip into his eyes "violently", and sneaked under the umbrella, squeezing half of Liangjia's shoulders outside.

The old man was very passionate and wanted to recruit talents for the country, but thinking about the young man's temper, he restrained himself.

Torrential downpour.

Lu Hanshuang's expression was indifferent, and he stepped on the muddy ground poured by rainwater, walking towards the centralized morgue, a city park that was planned to be rebuilt into a memorial square.

The old man followed, Liang Jia and Yang Yang were equally curious, Li Shuji caught up with the tailgating, Gao Jie stomped on her high heels and didn't want to walk through the mud, saw the last member of the department also followed in the footsteps of the minister, gritted her teeth and raised her head. He covered his head with his clothes and chased after him.

The closer you get to the mortuary site, the more intense the rain, the slanting wind, and the louder the noise, as if you were wailing!

The corpses waiting to be cremated were wrapped in waterproof vacuum body bags, and they were piled up in rows and rows in the open space in front of the park. The eminent monks piled them around the square with golden river sand from unknown rivers according to Buddhist cipher texts. A circle of textures.

The bean-heavy rain turned people into drowned chickens, and the six eminent monks knelt together in a triangular shape.

After the robbery, the square-faced monk and the thick-browed monk are at the back, and the other three are at the bottom.The backs of the elderly monks at the bottom were slightly bent by the rain, but the golden river sand surrounding the square was not washed away by the rain at all, as if some kind of force had firmly nailed them to the ground, silently guarding the corpses of tens of thousands of victims.

The eminent monks couldn't shake the rain, closed their eyes and chanted scriptures, which made the viewers feel sad.

One person sighed and patted Su Changming on the shoulder. Su Changming turned his head, blinded by the wind and rain. Through his hazy vision, he saw clearly that it was the old minister. He raised his voice slightly, "Why are you here?"

The old man raised his jaw, and Su Changming caught a glimpse of Lu Hanshuang walking behind the eminent monk, staring down at the densely packed body bags in thought.

"Followed him." The old man roughly mentioned what Lu Hanshuang said about the rain before.

There are many miraculous youths, Su Changming was only slightly surprised, but then remained calm, silently adding an extra weight to the value of youth, "I'll ask when the rain will stop."

The eminent monks knelt on the ground, their robes were drenched, and the rainwater was stained by the soil into a turbid yellow-brown muddy soup, soaking their trousers and shoes.The elderly monks have not tossed about, their bodies were slightly shaken by the rain, and their teeth chattered while chanting, like dead branches damaged by wind and rain.

Su Changming watched the monks' faces drenched with years and drenched with rain. He had already updated his views on them, and he couldn't bear it.

"How long is it going to rain?" Su Changming caught a glimpse of his soldiers bringing umbrellas, one by one standing next to the eminent monk and spreading them out to cover the rain, thinking that if it rains for a short time, just wait and save the dead at another time.

Lu Hanshuang stared at the top of the body bag, "When will the transcendence be over, and when will the rain stop?"

Su Changming shrugged, got it!Let's continue, it's too early!

Sister Gao snatched the umbrella from the soldier, rubbed her eyes, her hands were stained with black mascara, she quickly lowered her face so that no one could see her, she took out a makeup remover cotton and wiped it vigorously. Hurry home from work, and said to the old man, "Minister, why are we fooling around here? Go back quickly!"

"What didn't you notice?" The old man followed Lu Hanshuang's gaze and scanned the body bag back and forth, always feeling that the rain there seemed to be different from the heavy rain elsewhere.

Yang Yang put away the instrument and came over, "The magnetic field is indeed different over there, the pointer jumps violently, as if taking ecstasy."

Liang Jia said, "The top of the body bag always makes me feel like a shadow."

"—It's raining too much, you're blinded!" Sister Gao retorted, "Besides, it's none of our business. We're here to investigate the abnormalities of the earthquake. These corpses belong to those eminent monks." responsibility."

Uncle Li was thinking about District Chief Pang's tailing ceremony, and didn't want to leave. Sister Gao caught him talking about acting like a baby for a long time, and then stood up and said a few words in support.

The old man said, "Okay! If you want to go back, go back and check first. I'll stay here for a while, and those who want to stay with me."

Sister Gao pulled Uncle Li and turned around to leave. The atmosphere in the square was gloomy, and if she stayed for a second longer, she felt as if she was infected by the gloom.

The other three members stayed behind, and the slick one smiled flatteringly, "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Let's talk about how you can be a minister. The old man's awareness is higher than all of us!"

"Go! Who expects our superficial skills! It's just to let you gain more knowledge, and you will have more conversations when you get old."

The old man glanced at the golden river sand that was gradually being washed away by the rain, and looked at the monks. More and more monks began to shake. , At this time, I have faintly noticed that these monks are not ordinary monks.

……

The golden river sand gradually disperses along the rainwater...

bang!bang!bang!Three fellow disciples fell down one after the other, and the thick-browed monk on the right side of the second row was shocked. He opened his eyes with a gasp, his mouth was full of sutras, and blood oozes from the gap between his teeth. He anxiously asked the right side The square-faced monk: "Brother, brother!"Let's all be stuck here for a while, right? '

Brother Fang Face didn't even open his eyes, he kept talking, and shook his head at him, motioning him to stop talking.

The thick-browed monk looked at his junior brother in front of him. His monk's robe was already soaked, showing the traces of his muscles trembling slightly. He couldn't help but muttered in his heart: What the hell is a good fate, the "opportunity" has not been seen, and the fate is about to catch up!

He glanced at the state-organized talents who seemed to be looking for the genital organs, and he was grateful, but the help of this drop in the bucket would not help him at all. He shook his head. These people dare to act rashly, maybe they don’t even have any abnormalities in front of them. Look out.

The soldier asked the army commander to carry away the three fainted eminent monks, and the thick-browed monk turned to joy from worry.Take it away!Take it away!The younger brother should be fine after leaving this square, but when he thought about being pinned in place without moving, he could only roll his eyes and move his mouth, sighing in his heart: My life is over!