Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 100 Embracing by the people and wearing by the people

The golden book of "Jiangning Shaojun" written by Lin Zhuming in advance began to slowly glow. The original authority of the Jiangning Dragon King gathered some in Shanlong.

It's just that Lin Zhuming's golden book is only the youth version after all, so it didn't directly enter the Jiangning Dragon Palace, but became a member of many dragon species in Jiangning River.

That is to say, having the qualification of "nine sons seizing the heir" has the possibility of becoming the Dragon King of Jiangning.

Because the Jiangning Dragon King also has dragon sons and grandsons in the Jiangning River.

At this time, Shanlong's skin changed from jet black to light golden spots, and two beards grew out of his nose, which added to his dragon appearance.

The silence of the wind and rain gradually raised the water level of the Jiangning River.

It's just that there is more than one severe drought, the Jianghuai land, the severe drought has been continuous since last winter.

Lin Zhuming's begging for rain can only cover a county, and cannot relieve the thirst of the world.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, Zhao Zhongxin shouted in the heavy rain: "Brother, don't you really need an umbrella?"

Lin Zhuming's body was already drenched by the rain at this time, and his whole body was on the verge of collapse. These spells exhausted the real Qi breathed out by Lin Zhuming, and there was even a wind evil, and the rain evil took advantage of it.

"No need, I have to collect the rain to reward the gods, and send away Feng Bo, Yu Shi, Yun Shi, Lei Gong and Dian Mu."

At this time, he was staring at the water basin on the altar, waiting for the rain to fill it up, it was about to overflow, and Shenlong was about to lose control of the rain in the clouds.

Lin Zhuming raised his sword again and issued orders: "The rain is harvested! The clouds are parting! The wind is stopping!"

The last bit of power of the talisman was exhausted, the rain gradually stopped, the wind was no longer violent, and the clouds gradually faded away.

At this time, the power of infinite incense and fire is emitted.

Good rain knows the season, when spring is here.

"Croak, croak, croak!"

Frogs are noisy and toads are screaming, and loaches are born with bubbles.

All kinds of beasts that swarmed here greedily tasted the first rainwater of this year.

At this time, a sedan chair came out from the bushes, and the people carrying the sedan chair were some straw men: "Master, our Lord Frog God is grateful to you for asking for a timely rain, and specially ordered me to invite you to the Temple of Agriculture. .”

But a frog jumped out of the sedan chair, opened its mouth and whispered.

But it was holding an invitation card made of leaves, with insect and bird characters written on it.

Lin Zhuming had no strength at this time: "We'll talk about it some other day."

The frog thought about it: "Okay, the little one will go back and report to the adults."

After finishing speaking, he continued: "My lord has a daughter who will mature this spring and is currently choosing a son-in-law."

Immediately, he left the invitation card, and sat in a sedan chair, and was carried away by the straw man.

Immediately after the Frog God's men left, there was another young scholar, wearing the uniform of a scholar-bureaucrat in the former dynasty, who said very cordially: "This Taoist priest, I am the head of the Jiangning Fox Academy, Hu Jiezhou, and I will lead the meeting of the Jiangning foxes. I have been friends with Taoist Priest for a long time, regarding Hu Youyou, thank you Taoist Priest for your mercy."

"It's okay." Lin Zhuming said weakly, "Has he changed now?"

"I have already been fined to guard the Xiaoling Mausoleum." Hu Jiezhou said: "If there is another offender, he will be revoked from the Fox Academy, and his Taoism will be dispersed, and he will be made to go as a wild fox and suffer seven calamities."

"Today, the Taoist priest prayed for rain, and the lake was covered with countless living creatures. It is a great virtue. We admire it beyond words. Let's talk about it as a spring feast, and I invite the Taoist priest to appreciate it."

But he also sent an invitation card, but it was in decent human handwriting, with bones and no flesh, thin and straight, not sharp, but a thin golden body, it seemed that he was still a fox with only culture.

Lin Zhuming nodded and accepted the invitation.

Originally there were all kinds of monsters, ghosts and snake gods, but with a thought, Lin Zhuming called Liu Ding Liujia to fight, and slowly walked down the high platform, and was supported by Zhao Zhongxin back to the Longevity Palace.

Fortunately, the perennial incense in the Longevity Palace immediately relieved Lin Zhuming a lot.

"Senior brother, how are you? Why is your face so pale? Is it more vain than the last Ching Ming Festival?"

Lin Zhuming rolled his eyes: "Last time, rich man Zhou sent me a piece of old wild ginseng and cut it into two slices. I will return some Yuan Qi with my tongue in my mouth."

When Zhao Zhongxin heard about it, he went there in a hurry and cut a very thick slice. Lin Zhuoming held his tongue in his mouth, and immediately secreted xianjin, swallowed it into his stomach, gradually warmed up, and real qi came out from the meridians again.

Waiting for the sublingual ginseng slices to be tasteless, Lin Zhuoming spit it out, and it had already turned transparent.

Bixia Yuanjun's "Lei Zu Shuiguan Cave God Dalu" is so horribly consumed just to exert its effect. If you want to paint it, you may be sucked into it unless you have a top-notch cultivation.

"Brother, are you feeling better? I'll get you a bowl of ginger soup and cook two more eggs."

Lin Zhuming nodded: "It's much better, but it's still too reluctant."

"It's so powerful, I just felt like you and the patriarch were on the upper body, senior brother, the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, all because of your soldiers, and the clouds in the sky are like being stirred by a dragon..."

Now in his heart, Lin Zhuming is even more powerful than his master, Taoist priest Zhao Chengwen.

"The patriarch will not mess around with your upper body. Don't talk nonsense. It will be miserable if you are punished by the patriarch later."

After drinking ginger soup, the cold was dispelled, and two eggs were eaten to replenish the essence.

Lin Zhuming meditated and adjusted his breath for a while, and waited until dawn.

A rainbow was illuminated by the sun, and black frog eggs could be seen in puddles along the road.

The children are excited to play in the water with their bare feet, the seedlings in the field are green, and all the dust has been washed away, as if they were new.

The ditch was filled with water again, and the reservoir was full. After the mountain dragon entered the Jiangning River, it returned to the reservoir by the same route, but this water vein has since connected with the Jiangning River, and the mountain dragon is still here. It can be seen that I still want to hang out with Lin Zhuming.

The clan elders in the village brought big red flowers, slaughtered pigs, slaughtered chickens, and slaughtered sheep, and sent them to the temple by Chuichuidada.

But he also saw Lin Zhuming's platform for praying for rain.

"Master Lin has powerful mana, can call the wind and rain, and is the reincarnation of the gods in the sky..."

Just as Lin Zhuming was about to stop him, he saw a few women, pulling their children, and they treated Lin Zhuming as a Bodhisattva, and came to worship: "Come, come, come, pay homage to the mage, the mage is very spiritual..."

It’s no wonder that many people have embarked on the road of personality worship. It’s really comfortable. Lin Zhuoming is afraid that with a wave of his arms, he can set up a so-and-so sect, and he can lead them to follow the example of the Bailian sect to rebel with the teachings. Holy Father or something.

Lin Zhuming placed the tablets of various gods on the altar for the sacrificed blood food, among which Lord Bixia Yuanjun of Mount Tai took the throne, and asked him to enjoy it until the sacrifice was over.

He also took a knife and distributed the meat used in the sacrifice to the people to eat.

In ancient times, the person who sacrificed the meat for sacrifices was the Dazai.

Lin Zhuming also made a guest appearance now, and the people are not unconvinced.

The Longevity Palace was full of incense, and soon the God of Land, Ren Danda, slowed down again. He had exhausted the incense before and assisted Lin Zhuoming in the practice, and now he was rewarded ten times, but he was laughing silly at this time.

(End of this chapter)