Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 151

Among the paintings on the wall, Lin Zhuoming traveled with the Dragon Mother for a while.

Among them, I deliberately went to the "ghost domain" to see it.

Sure enough, the fierce land was suppressed at the foot of Dragon King Mountain. I don't know which Dragon King Temple built here suppressed him.

Now that it has been in disrepair for a long time and there is no incense, it seems that there is something watching the world underneath, which is why Dragon Mother took the initiative.

Internal and external troubles are the same.

"If the ghosts in Fengdu can't trade, you can go to this place to find some ghost domain soldiers and horses."

Lin Zhuming was thinking about this, but he was also very moved.

Mother Long saw that Lin Zhuming was interested, but she was not in a hurry: "The Immortal Elder is kind and honest, no matter whether he is going or staying, the old man has no complaints."

It's just that the dragon girl has a sad and sad expression, as if she is very pitiful.

Lin Zhuming didn't lose himself because of his beauty, because he didn't want to be the son-in-law of the Dragon King, and he didn't want to practice in this temple.

Just curious about the existence principle of the wall painting world.

Knowing that this is not the world in the painting, but just a portal, which leads to the ghost realm between Yin and Yang, the curiosity in my heart dissipated.

This is not a place of paradise, but a prison for suppressing demon refining. If you are here, you have to take on the responsibility of guarding the ghost domain.

It's a hot potato.

Since it is not beneficial to practice, it is not a good thing.

It can't be regarded as the "land" in the law of the land of the couple.

Moreover, it is a fierce place, a desperate place, a dead place, a bad place with very bad feng shui, so evil that you need to build a temple to suppress it.

Lin Zhuming didn't promise anything. Although the Dragon Ball was in his hands, there was absolutely no need to be a good person and return it to its original owner.

He just opened his mouth and said: "It's getting late, and outsiders may not dare to start work when they see the poor, but don't worry, madam, the poor is a person who comes according to the rules."

Mother Long didn't get the exact promise, although she was a little disappointed, she didn't show it, and she still respectfully led Lin Zhuming out of the Crystal Palace.

Waiting to get out of the painting wall and feel the fresh and dry air again, Lin Zhuming looked back and saw that the dragon mother was already waving goodbye in the painting, and he closed the gate of the Crystal Palace after a while, leaving only the shrimp soldiers and crab generals Watch over there.

"Brother, where did you go just now?"

"Just now I was fascinated by the murals, but when I went inside, I didn't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, because I was in this mountain."

"Are you in the painting? How did you get in? Just now I saw a figure from the back that looked like you, brother, stepping into the Crystal Palace."

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just an illusion." Lin Zhuming said: "Continue to repair."

The craftsman invited was very clever, with two apprentices, about [-] or [-] years old, adhering to the idea of ​​repairing the old as the old, and did not intend to change the layout drastically.

But Lin Zhuming put forward his own opinion.

First of all, the Dragon King Temple is no longer named after "Dragon King".

Instead, it was renamed "Leizu Temple".

Enshrined in the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Leisheng Puhua Tianzun.

Under his seat, there are five dragon gods, who are in charge of carrying out the duties of cloud distribution and rain.

The main hall no longer enshrines the Dragon King, but Lei Zu.

Originally, the Dragon King Dojo went forward or backward.

Feng Bo Yu Shi, Lei Gong Dian Mu are arranged in the four corners, that is, the positions of the four elephants.

The wind follows the tiger and enters the position of the white tiger, the rain is water and enters the position of Xuanwu, the god of thunder enters the position of the blue dragon, and the mother of lightning enters the position of the red bird.

Such a layout is more reasonable. As for the original murals, they can be moved as long as they can.

As for Ma Xianniang, a temple within a temple was built, and a single small temple, the size of three or four rooms, was built to worship her.

It's just that it costs a lot of money, except for donations from the people, you can only pay for it yourself.

"Hoo hoo!" The wind blew through the forest.

Lin Zhuming saw that it was the cat tiger, which was looking down with its head down on a higher tree branch.

It is extremely fast and is good at climbing trees.

Its body size is almost the same as that of a big dog. To be honest, it is already very dangerous.

When the craftsman who built the temple raised his head, he staggered in fright and almost fell off the ladder, but Lin Zhuoming helped him up: "Master, be careful."

"What kind of monster is this, could it be a leopard?"

Lin Zhuming comforted him and said, "Perhaps it is a lynx in the mountains. He fired two strings of firecrackers to the left and right, so he was naturally scared away."

"Yes, yes, some firecrackers are going to be fired."

Waiting for the crackling sound of firecrackers, a burst of sulfur smell diffused, the tiger cat was really startled, turned into a gust of wind and fled.

Seeing that the firecrackers are useful, the craftsmen felt relieved, but they still said: "This place is very evil. Although there are rules for each line, I can't ask more questions. I just need to do things. But I'd like to give you an overview. We also want to make peace of mind."

"Yes, yes, there is still a talisman there, I'm afraid there is something dirty."

"Fear stems from the unknown." Lin Zhuming said, "If the poor Taoist says it's nothing, I'm afraid you won't believe it. This place was a mass grave a hundred years ago, and the temple was built later. The local old people know it."

"That talisman is also used to appease the souls of the dead, so don't move it."

"Don't stay until the sun goes down, and don't go up the mountain before the sun goes up." Lin Zhuoming said, "Not only this mountain, but all the mountains and rivers in the world have such advice."

The craftsmen laughed after hearing this: "Okay, listen to the mage."

But in fact, there is nothing left, those dirty things have been driven away, and what remains there are just some clay puppets.

Waiting to go down the mountain, they also walked together.

Only one of the craftsman's apprentices peeked at Lin Zhuming entering the painting wall from a corner, and glimpsed the beauty of the dragon girl.

Secretly went up the mountain again.

Follow the murals.

It’s just that the mural that Lin Zhuming entered was “The Picture of Returning to the Palace after the Rain”, which is a picture of the Dragon Mother and Dragon Girl welcoming the Dragon King’s rain and returning to the palace.

Because of the darkness, he held the lamp and groped along the wall, thinking about admiring the murals.

But seeing the "picture of praying for rain", Hanba travels, the world is severely drought, and the red land is thousands of miles...

Unlike the officials praying for rain during the day, what they saw at night turned out to be a large cauldron cooking corpses and offering sacrifices to God...

That blood... those people who were starved to death... those little ghosts who hid in the dark corners seemed to come back to life all of a sudden.

At the same time, many hands appeared on the wall, seeming to be struggling, crying, slowly waiting to die in endless despair...

This is "Ghostland"

The apprentice was pulled into the mural, and soon saw a group of hungry people tied him up, slaughtered him, and divided him...

Throwing into the big tripod, the head is placed on the table, praying for the common people to rain.

If you fail to pray for rain, then the sacrifices are not enough. If you succeed in praying for rain, then share and eat...

This is a mural in a temple... or the Dragon King Temple, why is it impossible to pray for rain?
I saw the light rain really falling in the mural, but the rain was bright red with a hint of fishy sweetness.

But it was a rain of blood... The people bathed in the rain of blood, like Asura, were red all over, with yellow teeth missing, and let out a sinister crunching laugh.

(End of this chapter)