The power of this last heavenly thunder was so strong that it was outrageous. With the powerful lightning control ability of the Imperial Thunder Spell, he absorbed more than half of the power, and used the unparalleled power of the immortal sword to cut through the thunder and thunderclouds. But even so, the remaining lightning still stubbornly struck Ji Yuan.
The thunder was not very powerful, but it was definitely extremely painful, making Ji Yuan fully feel the long-lost pain.
But the closer it gets to this moment, the more Ji Yuan cannot give up. He has already made 90% of it, and if all his efforts are wasted, which is less than 10%, the pain will be more than just spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood.
However, this is not entirely a bad thing, because even if Ji Yuan can block all the heavenly thunders without any effort, this calamity is the calamity of the book, and it cannot be that not a single lightning falls on the book, otherwise there may be a next time.
Amid a burst of "crackling, crackling, crackling..." lightning, all that was left before Ji Yuan's eyes was a purple-golden color of lightning.
Trembling all over, Ji Yuan slowly loosened his right hand that was holding the magic sword, then moved it closer to his chest and pressed his palm on the inner pocket of his chest, where the paper crane lived.
If Ji Yuan was still confident that he could hold on, then the paper crane, whose spirituality was becoming more and more powerful, would be extremely fragile. If it was directly hit by a thunderbolt of this magnitude, it would surely turn into ashes.
Fortunately, when Ji Yuan touched the brocade bag, he could still feel the bulging paper inside. Fortunately, this brocade bag was reinforced by special means, otherwise it would be hard to say.
The main target of the thunder was still the "Heaven and Earth Transformation" that Ji Yuan was holding tightly in his left hand, so the lightning only served as a channel on Ji Yuan's body, and then gathered in his left hand in large quantities.
Ji Yuan gathered his magic power to support the scroll in his left hand, and at the same time used himself to block the thunder. Even as he thought about it, a row of magic coins flew out from his sleeves, which instantly transformed into pure magic power and spiritual energy, greatly increasing Ji Yuan's magic power at this moment, and even coated with a layer of magic film, which directly blocked the lightning.
“Sizzle… Sizzle…”
The last ray of lightning finally disappeared, and the ridge and several surrounding peaks were emitting bursts of smoke. Ji Yuan stood there, calming his heartbeat and surging magic power, and his body was covered with white smoke.
"Boom..."
The thunder was still roaring, but Ji Yuan was not panicked. He looked up at the sky and the rolling and gathering dark clouds were no longer there.
Moreover, because of the slash of the immortal sword, a wide gap appeared in the middle of the rolling dark clouds, and the sunlight poured out, illuminating the mountain with a band of light, which also increased visibility a lot.
Although there was still thunder in the sky, it was no longer the kind of thunder that made people's hearts frightened.
"Huh..."
Ji Yuan took a deep breath and then let out a long breath. He released his right hand which had been pressing on his chest, and then looked down at the scroll in his left hand.
The original white color of the rice paper has disappeared, and the paper roll now has a withered yellow hue, and there are even some vague signs of burning on some edges.
On the chest, a little paper crane came out of the brocade bag, poked its head out and looked at Ji Yuan's left hand, and saw that this hand, which was usually fair, was now slightly black.
However, Ji Yuan was not in the mood to pay attention to his injuries now, and even forgot the pain. He carefully grasped the upper and lower ends of the paper scroll with his hands, and then unfolded it bit by bit.
From the outside, the scroll did not seem intact, so Ji Yuan, who had just relaxed a little, became nervous again.
Finally, as the scroll unfolded, Ji Yuan saw the words. His handwriting was still eye-catching. As more and more words appeared, the spirit and meaning of the words gradually emerged in his eyes.
The ink of these words is jet black, and sometimes even briefly appears a golden purple. The handwriting is intact and if you pay close attention, you will feel a sense of vast divine power.
"It's okay! I'm glad you're okay!"
It was not until this moment that Ji Yuan finally relaxed and his body was no longer as tense as before.
“Hua La La La…”
At this moment, heavy rain fell, extinguishing the flames ignited by lightning on the surrounding hills and lowering the temperature of the earth.
Ji Yuan did not use any magical powers and let the heavy rain hit him. The cold rain refreshed him and made him more sober.
It was not until this moment that the tingling all over my body, especially in my left hand, became more and more obvious.
"Hiss... it hurts!"
Ji Yuan laughed at himself. With his concentration and strong mind, he could certainly endure this pain. But that did not mean the pain was light. If it were any other practitioner, he would probably be in so much pain that he could not even stand steadily.
Then Ji Yuan gently brushed his left arm with his right hand, and the burnt black color on it instantly faded away, and some fine black powder also fell off.
The arm soon returned to its original state as before, as if there was no pain, but only Ji Yuan himself knew that this was only a superficial appearance, and the injury inside was still there.
Compared to the late rain in the barren mountain where Ji Yuan was, the entire Tongqiu Prefecture had already been bathed in this thunderstorm. Except for a few people, the people of Tongqiu Prefecture did not know that something beyond the sight of mortals was happening somewhere.
Inside the Daliang Temple, Monk Huitong and Princess Chu Ruyan dragged their cushions and sat together on the corridor under the eaves of the monks' hall. The female official stood next to the pillars a little further away. All three of them were looking at the heavy rain.
"Boom..."
The thunder was still rumbling. The eldest princess listened to the thunder and suddenly said something.
"It seems the thunder is much quieter than before? But the rain seems to be getting heavier."
"Well, the thunder is indeed a little quieter than before!"
As the two talked, the rain got heavier.
“Woo… woo… woo…” “Boom…”
The wind and rain were howling in the sky, the thunder seemed sharp, and the sound of thunder hitting the earth was very dense, splashing in the puddles of water, creating a long and lingering sound.
"Woo..." "Hua La La..."
Chu Ruyan couldn't help but move closer to Hui Tong. She didn't know if it was because of the cold, but she got goose bumps all over her body. After a long time, she whispered something to Hui Tong who was frowning.
"Hui Tong... this wind, rain and thunder are a bit scary..."
Hui Tong was shocked and opened his eyes to look at the sky. The eldest princess' words reminded him instead.
"Today... I don't know whether I am laughing or crying!"
I hope Mr. Ji is okay!
Monk Huitong was worried and looked up at the distant sky. Suddenly he was stunned, because from afar, he saw a long white line in the distant sky extending to the end of his sight.
"No, it's not a white line, it's the clouds that are parting!"
When the Qingteng Sword was slashing towards the sky, the lightning was at its brightest. The entire Tongqiu Mansion was covered in lightning. Even the monks in Daliang Temple failed to notice the sword light of the immortal sword. So Huitong only discovered the white streak in the sky at this moment. The color of the sunlight was particularly conspicuous in the white line of the clouds.
Seeing the sunshine in the distance, it seems that the haze in my heart is also illuminated a little.
"Master Huitong, are there many immortals in this world who can fly and hide like Mr. Ji?"
The princess asked softly, but Hui Tong kept his hands clasped together and did not turn to look at her, but just answered quietly.
"I have little cultivation and experience, but I know that there are not many people like Mr. Ji in the world. As for flying into the sky and hiding in the ground, it is just one of the magical skills. If you know these magical skills, you can use them. Naturally, your Taoism must be good, but the threshold is not very high, so it is relatively a little more."
"Then why haven't we seen them before? Are they all cultivating in the world of immortals?"
Chu Ruyan kept looking at Hui Tong. Monk Hui Tong's profile was still so handsome, and his slightly thick earlobes made his overall aura more gentle.
"Good be to the Great Ming King Buddha, Princess. People who practice cultivation naturally have their own Dharma fields and Dao fields. It is difficult for ordinary people to find them without any affinity, but..."
Monk Huitong turned towards Chu Ruyan, smiled slightly and continued.
"But it doesn't mean that ordinary people never see him. It's just that ordinary people have strong desires and thoughts, and often they can't recognize him in person. For example, Mr. Ji would occasionally go to the teahouse to listen to stories. He would drink a pot of tea and two plates of dried fruits, and applaud the storyteller's wonderful stories like ordinary tea drinkers."
"Haha, if the princess came nearby, how would we know that he is a high-ranking immortal cultivator?"
Chu Ruyan lowered her head and thought carefully for a moment, then shook her head and replied.
"Perhaps you will just think he is a man of elegance and refinement."
Perhaps it was because she was too familiar with Hui Tong, even after getting to know Daliang Temple again, Chu Ruyan did not feel any sense of distance towards Hui Tong, and even her purpose remained unchanged.
Under the tree in the forbidden area of Daliang Temple, a monk had already set up a simple awning to prevent the table left by Ji Yuan from being directly exposed to the heavy rain.
After about half an hour, the rain from the thunderstorm gradually weakened and then slowly stopped.
The rain came and went quickly, and even the dark clouds in the sky dissipated little by little after the rain. The sun shone on the earth again, and a rainbow hung in the sky to the north of Daliang Temple.
"It's so beautiful. It's rare that I'm with you not listening to the sutra, but watching the rainbow after the rain!"
Chu Ruyan exclaimed in a slightly absent-minded tone, and Monk Huitong just sighed slightly and didn't say much.
However, when his eyes fell on the rainbow, he discovered a faint Dharma light flying towards him. It was Ji Yuan who was walking on the cloud and approaching Daliang Temple.
"Mr. Ji is back! Mr. Ji is fine!"
Hui Tong cried out with joy. All the monks in the Daliang Temple who had some experience in discovering this were delighted. Even the eldest princess and the female officials were delighted.
Ji Yuan is certainly not in perfect condition, but he has never met someone who can see through his true colors, so at least on the surface it seems that he is fine.
When Ji Yuan fell from the forbidden area of Daliang Temple, many monks had already surrounded it, including Hui Tong, who was with the eldest princess and the female officials, but no one still entered the forbidden area.
Landing under the tree, Ji Yuan casually put his desk into his sleeve, and then slowly walked out of this so-called forbidden area.
"Mr. Ji, what was the thunder tribulation just now?"
The abbot of Daliang Temple asked carefully. Ji Yuan thought about it and decided not to go into details about the wonderful Dharma, so he gave an ambiguous answer.
"Master Abbot, rest assured. This disaster has nothing to do with Daliang Temple. It was caused by what Ji just wrote. We have gotten through it safely and nothing will happen."
"Good, good, I'm glad Mr. Ji is alright!"
Ji Yuan swept his eyes around and saw all the monks outside the courtyard bowing their heads and saluting. This kind of respect was as if he was the Buddha's King of Light. Finally, his eyes fell on Hui Tong.
“Master Huitong, Daliang Temple already has an incarnation of Master Foyin, and you too… Well, since I have witnessed Master Foyin’s wonderful Dharma and benefited greatly from discussing the Dao with him, I am also leaving.”
"I hope that all the masters will make progress in their practice. There is no need to send me off."
Ji Yuan originally wanted to tell Hui Tong that the incarnation of Mingwang had been found in Daliang Temple and that he could continue his travels, but when he saw Chu Ruyan beside him, he decisively shut up.
As soon as he finished speaking, a clear female voice sounded.
"Sir! Mr. Ji, please wait a moment!"
Ji Yuan looked at the female official and asked in confusion.
"Is there anything wrong, Officer Lu?"
The usually strong female official was unusually nervous and embarrassed at this moment. She looked around, swallowed her saliva, and lowered her voice.
"Sir, to practice the law and cultivate immortality, are there any qualifications required?"
This guy is also a straightforward person. As soon as he opened his mouth, he knew what Ji Yuan was thinking, so he smiled and shook his head.
"Ji does not accept disciples."