Wind, rain, thunder, lightning, rivers, lakes, and seas.
The reeds on the shore all bent low, their leaves swaying.
Silent great waves crashed ashore, tens of thousands of fishing boats collided and undulated, like scales on a fish. The wine flags hanging on the walls flapped with a deafening sound, while broken yellow reeds skimmed the ground. Every household tightly shut their doors and windows, using carrying poles to brace the doors from behind. Occasionally the windows were blown open by the wind, revealing a bright azure light within the dark clouds.
Yixing, Prince Huai Mansion.
The Old Monk stood upon the eaves, his hundred-patch monk's robe fluttering wildly.
Dark clouds enveloped eighty-one water pillars, thunder and lightning struck into them, illuminating them one by one, converging towards the center.
