Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 162
These few gentlemen, who are not living well and are in rags, also have this ambition, Lin Zhuming feels it.

The people I met along the way were either ignorant and numb people, or those officials and gentry who beat the bone and sucked the marrow.

But it is rare to see someone with such a spirit, with the same strength of character, unmoved by the changes of the world.

At this time, regardless of running for his own life, he did his best to control the plague here, which really made Lin Zhuming feel admirable.

After entering the Prince's Temple, Lin Zhuoming saw the patients who were being treated by several doctors.

Using the magic weapon to extract the plague poison, and donating the talisman water, several people woke up leisurely.

"This talisman water..." the doctors said, "But Zhu You's thirteen subjects are really effective."

Lin Zhuming said: "That's right, but the talisman water is limited, but it still depends on the contribution of the medicine stone."

Then he asked: "This Prince's Temple, what kind of prince is it? How come the poor have never heard of it?"

"This prince is the son of Fang La, the leader of the Meng Sect."

Adorable teaching...

Lin Zhuming thought: No wonder Pindao has never heard of it.

Fang La, the leader of the rebellion.It's just that he is not the emperor, so why is his son called the prince?
Looking at the prince's uniform, it is not an orthodox prince's uniform, but a costume, so it looks a little awkward.

But this is not Lin Zhuming's goal. Lin Zhuming's goal is the altar master of the Longhua Society who is refining plague soldiers, which is a branch of the White Lotus Sect.

Saying goodbye to several bell doctors, Lin Zhuming once again asked Liu Ding Liujia to explore the way.

It's just that after Lin Zhuming left, a luxurious young man came out from the shadow of the Prince's Temple: "The luck of Mengjiao is connected with Dameng Guozuo. When Hongwu established the country, there was no need for the courts of the "Song Dynasty" and "Yuan Dynasty" to issue titles. Instead, they used the "Great Meng Country", but after they established the country, they wiped out our sect instead..."

This person is the Prince God of the Prince Temple, Fang La's fifth son.

"This person has a bit of cuteness. I don't know if it is the legacy of the old Zhu family. If my Mengjiao wants to revive, I have to work hard on him."

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"My lord, there are ghosts and gods spying on us." Liujia said, "Is that the prince just now?"

"It should be, ignore him." Lin Zhuoming said: "Have you found the source of the plague?"

"I found it, but it doesn't seem to be in an ordinary place. It's in a righteous village seven or eight miles away."

"Is it true this time?" Lin Zhuming asked.

"My lord, I'll check it out. There are many ghosts parading around in the Yizhuang, and there are several teams of plague soldiers and ghosts among them. It must be where the demon practiced."

Now that he got where the demons go, Lin Zhuoming acted vigorously and resolutely.

It's just that there are starvation everywhere, even if there are no demons refining plague soldiers, there will inevitably be a plague here.

But it's not necessarily that the plague was formed by the monster refining plague soldiers, it can only be said that the monster played a role in fueling the flames.

Lin Zhuming didn't know how many dead bodies he saw along the way, and he didn't know how many people fled the famine.

Finally saw that Yi Zhuang, I saw how many bones had been parked here, the so-called Yi Zhuang is the bones that no one restrained, and these Yi Zhuang helped to restrain them.

Most of them are unidentified corpses.

Lin Zhuming used the method of Feng Shui to observe it, but found that it was a place of death, a place of desperation, a place for raising corpses, and it was the most taboo place to be a private house.

"My lord, look!" Xu Biao pointed to a small temple at the gate of Nayi Village, which was the Temple of Earth. In front of the Temple of Earth, two little blue-skinned ghosts, each holding a ceremonial fan, stood behind the Earth.

The land smiled happily, holding a set of characters in its hands, with the word "Fu" written on it.

But Xu Biao didn't ask Lin Zhuoming to see how the incense in the earth temple was, but a banner with five poisons painted on it, but it was five colors.

"Five Poison Banners." Lin Zhuoming recognized this evil magic weapon.

As soon as the eyes were fixed, there were five big ghosts patrolling around, each with a team of plague soldiers, using the flag as the eye of the formation.

The land in the temple has long been a decoration, and he dare not resist.

"I leave it to you." Lin Zhuoming said.

"Don't worry, my lord!" Liu Ding Liujia each held a firearm, and soon the firearms were opened wide, five thunderbolts, five cannons in a row, blasting those big ghosts to their heads and limbs.

The five poisonous flags were broken at the sound, and Lin Zhuoming immediately stepped forward, using the method of impeaching the gods, and took out the land.

But seeing an old man with a white beard has been tied up, he was in a panic.

"Shangxian spares my life, Shangxian spares my life..."

Lin Zhuming shouted coldly: "Who are you begging for mercy?"

Liujia smiled ferociously: "Old coffin, it's not too late to see which grandpa it is."

When the land saw Lin Zhuming, he was not that monster, and even trembled, especially the guardians of Liujia, who were only from famous families.

"Who is in this Yizhuang? What skills do you have? Do you know?"

"Shangxian, this Yizhuang was originally an inn built by a group of Taoist exorcists, but now it is occupied by the Longhua Society. They refine zombies and raise ghosts in it, and they have gathered at the entrance of the Xuanyin altar."

Before the land was finished, the gate of Yizhuang opened, and several zombies jumped out, with ferocious faces, and they jumped a few feet, coming towards Lin Zhuming.

"Where did the bull-nosed come from, to dare to fall on my plague banner, what audacity!"

But I saw an old man with gray hair, about five or sixty years old, wearing Buddhist clothes and a Taoist crown, holding a bell in his hand, jingling, controlling the actions of those zombies.

But these walking corpses were not very powerful. Lin Zhuoming slashed them with his sword, Liu Ding Liujia helped them out, and Lin Zhuoming soon beheaded them.

The old man didn't feel distressed either: "What a body, it's a good material for refining corpses."

Just about to ring the bell again, Lin Zhuoming made a false move, took out a firecracker from his sleeve, and shot it away.

It hit the old man's throat straight.

"Ho ho~"

The old man fell to the ground and couldn't stand it, and his eyes showed disbelief.

Lin Zhuming said with a chuckle: "Still sticking to the previous set of spells, don't you know how powerful the Pindao Tiangang Thunder and Fire God Weapon is? The world's martial arts, only fast can't be broken, and the world's spells are the same."

Lin Zhuming stepped over his corpse and entered the Yizhuang.

I saw a venerable enshrined in the center, which is the so-called "Longhua venerable", but in fact it is the pot-bellied Budai monk, which is what most people think of as "Maitreya Buddha".

Colorful flags and streamers were hung, and a statue of a god was placed on an altar, and a girl doll about six or seven years old was sitting on a futon.

I saw her doing tricks with both hands, but I didn't know what she was doing.

There are five military jars on the altar, and the name of "Five Plague Chiefs" is written on the jars.

"Is such a little girl the altar master of the Longhua Society?"

"Hehe! My son, grandma, I am over 80 years old, and I just cultivated the fruit of longevity, so you are still a little girl, take refuge in my teaching, and go to Longhua together..."

"There is something wrong, pretending to be a ghost." Lin Zhuoming said coldly: "What kind of monster, possessing the child, dare to coax me?"

(End of this chapter)