The entourage behind him asked Wen Shenyou: "Wen Sima, what should we do?"

Wen Shenyou also hesitated: "This..."

Taoist Jin Ao: "Sima, look quickly."

The Taoist's voice was particularly loud, with strong emotions, like a roar.

Wen Shenyou turned his head and saw the beam of light coming across the river and shining on the ferry.

It also fell on him.

In an instant, Wen Shenyou also shouted out.

"The lower realm of gods?"

The light tore through the dark clouds and came across the border. It was really difficult for him to do anything except the lower realm of gods.

Wen Shenyou has seen cloud walls, seen witches opening the gate of yin and yang, and encountered ghosts and gods traveling at night.

But at this moment.

My body still felt hot in an instant, and even the wind and rain couldn't stop my body from boiling with blood.

perhaps.

It was because of the wind, rain and thunder that this simple beam of light seemed to shine in all directions at this moment.

Although simple, it is extremely magnificent.

And right after.

Wen Shenyou searched the river with his eyes and actually saw something.

In the darkness, a blackbird soared in spite of the wind and rain, and a figure stepped across the river, following the path of the light.

But the shadow was intermittently, as if penetrating the two realms of yin and yang, sometimes appearing in the human world, and sometimes disappearing.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared and waves crashed on the shore.

The blackbird stopped on the thatched hut, and the shadow finally stopped, standing in front of the stone by the river, as if it was attached to the stone.

He looked around, but everyone in the darkness was dumbfounded. No one dared to step forward or even move.

Finally, Wen Shenyou walked out of the hut alone.

He braved the heavy rain and moved forward little by little, and came to the lone bluestone standing on the riverside.

Wen Shenyou stared at the shadow blankly, swallowed and said.

"Yun Zhongjun?"

The wind and rain kept hitting his face, but he didn't dare to close his eyes. His body was trembling slightly, waiting for the "person"'s response.

Such a strong wind could not lift even a corner of that "man's" clothes.

The overwhelming rain could not wet the man's hair.

In his opinion, he can only be a god.

It's just that the person's figure is blurry and seems to be insubstantial.

Following Wen Shenyou's shout, the illusive and hazy shadow looked at him and called out his name at the same time.

"Wen Shenyou."

"It's me."

The Taoist priest behind the crowd heard the voice and immediately regained some courage and walked out.

"It turns out to be a witch!"

The Taoist priest immediately greeted him and said, "I've seen the shaman."

Wen Shenyou was a little at a loss. Last time he recognized Yun Zhongjun as the divine witch, this time he recognized the divine witch as Yun Zhongjun.

At this moment, it became increasingly difficult for Wen Shenyou to distinguish the difference between the two.

Which one is the human being?

Which one is the god?

But his attitude became more and more respectful, and the witch's magical powers seemed to be beyond his imagination.

Being able to come across the river like this, what's the difference between being a god?

The sound came, extremely loud, and even the strong wind and heavy rain could not block it.

"The mud dragon is causing trouble and preventing me from crossing the river."

"This storm will not stop for a while. I will cross the river when it gets dark."

"You don't have to wait for me."

"Disperse!"

Wen Shenyou looked at the other person: "Then what are you doing?"

The other party replied: "My body is mortal, so for the time being I can only come and tell you with my soul."

After saying that, the shadow disappeared, along with the divine light flowing from the other side of the river.

But the impact has only just begun.

Wen Shenyou seems to have traveled with the soul: "The soul traveled across the river."

The Taoist priest followed beside him and said: "The Taoist master said that in ancient times, immortals and saints could travel to the North Sea and Mu Cangwu. This is the method of soul travel. You can visit three mountains, five mountains, five lakes and four seas in one day."

The attendant behind Wen Shenyou stepped forward to shield him from the wind and rain, and asked cautiously.

"We, are we breaking up or..."

Wen Shenyou suddenly turned around and glared at his entourage: "Are you brainless?"

The witch told you to disperse, so you just dispersed?

"Wait."

"Wait until dark."

Wen Shenyou wiped the rain off his face and returned to the hut. The rain took away the temperature of his body and felt a little chilly, but his heart became even hotter.

Before the witches and wizards arrived, the scene that had just happened caused a sensation throughout the ferry.

Although the light shone from the other side of the river, there was total silence as the souls of the witches and wizards came across the river.

But now this cry.

However, even the heavy rain could not cover it.

Everyone walked up one after another, looking at the bluestones on the riverside and the dark waves on the river.

Even those who had gone far away before now turned around and came back.

"Have you seen everyone?" someone asked, wondering if he was the only one who saw it.

"I saw it, a god, it's really a god!" Everyone saw it, and there was nothing wrong with it. Although they heard the wizard say that he was not Yun Zhongjun, in their eyes, he was a god.

"In this case, the rain is too heavy, so there must be something fishy." The Grain Rain season is a rainy time. If you don't think about it, it will just be an ordinary heavy rain. But as long as you think about it, the rain and the wind contain something.

Mysterious power.

Just like this world, it seems nothing if you don't think about it. It has already been integrated into the fireworks of life and has become ordinary.

But as long as you look up and think about it, the world becomes infinite and boundless.

"Didn't you just say..." One person said, pointing to the person next to him who had just said depressing words.

"I didn't say anything." But before the man finished speaking, he was immediately interrupted.

"The mud dragon is causing trouble, no wonder, I said, how could the gods be stopped by the rain!" Everyone was excited and talked about the mud dragon.

"I also heard people who came back from the other side of the river said that the mud dragon escaped from its trap and was going to cause harm to the world, but was driven into the river by Lord Yun Zhong. It was coming back to take revenge." Someone said it with certainty.

It's like I've seen it with my own eyes.

"If you cross the river at dark, how can you cross the river if you don't surrender this evil dragon?" Some people looked at the turbulent river surface, and the thunder and lightning flickered to illuminate the darkness. It seemed that there was something terrifying underneath the river in the blink of an eye.

Things are lingering, making people feel panicked.

"It seems that there must be an accident?" What the accident is, in everyone's opinion, it is naturally that the witch wants to capture the troublesome dragon.

"Will you go back?" There were many noble people from Lucheng who came. They originally followed Wen Shenyou to join in the fun, but now it was no longer as simple as joining in the fun.

"I'm not going back. Hurry up and call for people to bring rain gear and food. I'm going to wait here with Sima for the wizard to cross the river." Everyone gathered around the river to hide from the rain and refused to leave no matter what.

Someone is waiting quietly.

Someone ordered the servants to go back and bring rain gear and other things. They wanted to stay here until dark.

In the heavy rain, several high and low hats were clustered together in a row.

Several monks who were originally very calm now seemed a little helpless and confused in the wind and rain.
To be continued...