Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 155
Hungry ghosts were imprisoned by the impeachment god, and Lin Zhuoming revealed his own essence of the sun and the essence of the sun.

Refining directly without resorting to pools and fire marshes.

But when these hungry ghosts encountered this yin and yang energy, it was as if they had encountered sulfuric acid, and their bodies began to be corroded.

Their souls and bodies cannot accept the tempering of water and fire.

But Lin Zhuming's purpose was not to turn them into ghost soldiers through water and fire.

People die as ghosts, and ghosts die as ghosts.

Instead of being a hungry ghost, it is better to turn into a 魙, after water and fire are refined.

The original hungry ghost shattered like ceramics, and a puff of gray air was born.

As soon as this gray gas appeared, those hungry ghosts felt very frightened.

But he was soon turned into a 魙 by Lin Zhuoming.

These gray gas, with a sense of indestructible solidity, also has a sense of ignorance and disorderly destruction.

But in the end he was taken away by Lin Zhuming.

"The porridge is given out, the good man gave the porridge."

Lin Zhuming walked quickly, listening to the sound of someone serving gruel.

But he had already come to a city, which was closed, with "Yangzhou City" written on it.

There was a porridge shed at the gate of the city, and a few strong men stood beside the porridge shed with weapons in their hands.

There was a long queue waiting to get the porridge.

"Is it called porridge if it's so thin?"

"Whether you like to drink or not, this is the merit of Liu Dashan. You still dislike it. What is the price of food now? Drinking some is good!"

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"This is my daughter-in-law. My son starved to death in order to save food for her mother and daughter... But she couldn't produce milk, so my grandson starved to death... Hehe, look, although she is a little thinner, but It looks pretty iconic... as long as two liters of millet..."

"You, she's dead! Do you think I'm a fool? Our Liu family recruits female workers, not female corpses..."

"It's not dead, it's not dead, her life is very cheap, she can live with a stutter, like a bitch, she can do anything, as long as two liters of millet..."

I saw the woman tearing off the belt of the woman lying on the ground, as if selling goods: "Look, this white flower...is as good as new..."

"Two liters of millet is a bit more expensive, I don't know if I can live..."

But the man let out a hey hey, and threw out a bag, which contained some rations: "That's all, you vicious old coffin, keep it for food."

After finishing speaking, he said to the people next to him: "Pull a cart, take her away, feed her some thin soup, and see if she can survive. If she can survive, give her a handprint, and if she can't survive, throw her away."

"Master, that's not how it is calculated. This is my daughter-in-law, who is married by Ming Media. She used to be a lady from a rich family. She knows poetry and books..."

"Fuck you, what are you, you dare to bargain with me, get out of here, keep pestering me, even you, an old coffin, will die..."

The man kicked the old woman away, and the old woman covered her stomach, hunched on the ground, and broke out in cold sweat.

Can't stop howling.

But soon someone was staring at her, and a group of refugees gathered around her, trying to grab the bag.

The old woman held on tight and refused to let go: "You plague-stricken blighters, this is a ration that is exchanged for your life, I will fight for you!"

It scratches and bites again.

Those refugees looked fiercely, kicked and punched, and soon heard the sound of cracking.

The old woman screamed at first, but soon lost her voice.

It took a long time after the food was taken away before I heard "Oh~ it hurts me~"

After shouting like this for a long time, no one paid any attention to her, her voice gradually weakened, and at some point, she became cold.

So a few more people came forward and pulled her clothes to see if there were any land deeds, house deeds, gold and silver that hadn't been used up in time...

Only the pickled flesh covered with bruises, piled up with other starving corpses...

Lin Zhuming watched all this with cold eyes, because all this happened in the past and cannot be changed or undone.

Just looking at the starvation everywhere, it is inevitable to be desolate.

The gates of the city were closed tightly, and the officials dared not let anyone in.

But there are rich people who sent their hands down with baskets to send people down, and lifted up those pretty women, or the gold and land deeds they got in exchange for food.

Lin Zhuming changed places and saw a high platform where the officials were praying for rain, and the Taoist stepped on a pregnant woman and pointed his sword at the sky.

The pregnant woman moaned in pain, was exposed to the sun, stepped on her stomach by a Taoist, and a mixture of blood and amniotic fluid flowed from her lower body...

Finally, a purple fetus that had already taken shape came out, and the pregnant woman died twice.

The official was furious: "Why is there no rain?"

"Pull him down and cut him!"

The Taoist was held down by the sword and the axe, and his head was beheaded with a single knife, and the blood spattered three feet...

Then came the monks, dozens of monks held the Vajra Puja.

But it was also cut down soon.

The resentment was soaring, and soon the officials began to alienate.

I saw that official turned into a tiger and pounced on those common people.

The people can't resist at all...

Gradually the whole world began to alienate, and the headless Taoist priest held the banner of summoning souls...

The headless monk held his own head as a wooden fish to beat.

A pregnant woman in a blood-stained red dress has a purple-skinned child connected to her umbilical cord, and the child is crying like a newborn baby...

The entire city turned into a huge cemetery, and all the row upon row of houses turned into grave bags one by one.

Lin Zhuming was the only normal person among them, so he was excluded by the whole mural world.

Those headless Taoists, monks, officials turned into tigers, pregnant women in red clothes, mothers and children... and even countless hungry ghosts who starved to death all came towards Lin Zhuoming.

"Please rain, why isn't it raining yet?"

"What's the use of learning the Tao?"

"What's the use of saving sentient beings?"

"What's the use of studying hard in the cold window?"

A sense of powerlessness swept over, and there was also a nightmare of demonic nature, which began to invade Lin Zhuming's altar.

"Drink!" Lin Zhuoming yelled loudly, and the thunder sounded loudly.

Then he pointed to the sky: "The wind rises!"

Many hungry ghosts who were oppressing Lin Zhuming stopped in their tracks.

Sure enough, it was windy.

"Cloud gathering!"

Lin Zhuming seemed to have returned to the moment when he used the Taishan Niangniang talisman to pray for rain.

"Ray comes!"

Black clouds suppressed the entire city of Yangzhou, and thunder rumbled.

Among the dark clouds, a black dragon turned inside.

Soon it began to rain.

This is why Lin Zhuming comprehended the essence of the five thunders contained in this mural.

From the first "Praying for Rain" to the second mural "Dragon King Walking the Rain."

There are three murals in this temple.

One is Xiayuanshui Mansion, the Crystal Palace, which is the "Picture of Returning to the Palace after the Rain".That is the residence of Dragon Mother.

One is just like the hell-like "rain-praying picture" of the hungry ghosts I saw just now.

And this one, the picture of the Dragon King in the Rain.

It's just that those gods don't issue orders without orders, and if Lin Zhuoming doesn't use the five thunder method, many rain gods in this Dragon King's Rain Map will not be able to make rain.

(End of this chapter)