Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 167
It is normal for Zhuangzi to kill people to vent their anger.

If it is rational, it is wrong.

It's just that many tenants heard the sound and knew that the sky had changed, so they hid inside, but they dared not come out.

"hey-hey!"

"Brother, this guy has a lot of girls, let's have a good time!"

The leader said coldly: "If you listen to me, then listen to my arrangement. If you don't listen, then it's a different way. If you don't conspire with each other, don't you want to be that gangster?"

"Oh! This won't work, and that won't work. What's the point of that..."

The man complained, but it was probably on the minds of many of his fellow refugees.

The beast in the human heart will expand and release under such circumstances.

The man said: "These girls are his concubines, wives and daughters, but they are also sisters, younger sisters, and even daughters of some brothers present. They were also snatched."

"If you don't like it, you can leave, but if you want to work under my command, you have to abide by the rules, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless..."

"Girl, don't be afraid, we won't do anything to you."

The second landowner's head had fallen to the ground, and the woman was so frightened that she huddled under the quilt.

Everyone's gazes were like jackals, but fortunately, this man still had some prestige, so he could hold back.

"Kill all the coaters and control the food."

"Let's start a fire and rebel on the spot, and then make an alliance with blood, and set certain rules. Without rules, there will be no circle..."

After he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning struck outside, followed by thunder.

And Lin Zhuming, who was at a high place, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At first, I thought that I was just practicing the five thunders method for the first time, and it was still five thunders, so it was unlikely to attract wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

But in the end, the heavens and the earth were transported with the same force, and the water of the Yangtze River was borrowed.

After all, the sky is cloudless, where does the water come from?

Only borrow from the Yangtze River.

The Jiangning River is connected to the Yangtze River, which means that the Dragon King of Jiangning has borrowed some of the water from the Yangtze River.

Above the dark clouds, a dragon is faintly seen.

This dragon is a meteorological dragon, not a physical dragon. It rises or hides, moves around, and gathers the clouds.

Then there was lightning and thunder.

In the Zhuangzi over there, a fire was lit for cooking, and a group of people killed pigs and sheep, and made a big pot of rice.

After setting down the altar table, the scholar wrote down the word "heaven and earth".

The strong man in the lead also said: "I am a martial artist, with a shy face, I was called Xiangyong, Wang Guangyun, and I used to fight tigers."

"Isn't that a hero like Wu Song! Hero Wang!"

"How can I be considered a hero? No matter what I am, I am just a reckless man in the eyes of officials. Those country gentry can still ride on my head. When they see them, they have to bow down and bow their heads." Wang Guangyun said coldly.

"My old mother died because I didn't have enough money to treat illnesses. My wife was molested by the master Juren. I didn't dare to take revenge. My only son didn't survive the drought..."

"I'm actually similar to you guys. If I had a little bit of a head start, I wouldn't do such a decapitation..."

"Precisely because I am the son of a farmer and came from a poor background, I feel more sympathetic to them. Whether we kill landlords or Baoyi, it is because they have brought disaster to the village and their crime is unforgivable."

"But if you want me to point the knife at those poor people, those brothers and sisters, wouldn't I be ashamed of those landlords and those second-class landlords?"

When Wang Guangyun said so, the few people who just wanted to rape the wife, robbed and killed people indiscriminately lowered their heads in shame.

But more of the poor, persecuted refugees have a lot of empathy, and they admire Wang Guangyun...

This is "the support of the people" and "the envoy of destiny".

If it is digitized, it will probably be prestige +50, destiny +1... these refugees have loyalty +5 or something.

Anyway, the scholar who was not selected was very satisfied... This is the king of benevolence and righteousness. I am worthy of following him to rebel. If one day, he becomes Emperor Hongwu, I will be Liu Bowen...

The thunder rumbled, and the wind rustled.

Lin Zhuming pointed his sword at Beidou, only to hear a "buzz".

The rain began to fall.

"It's raining?"

Wang Guangyun looked over.

"This is auspiciousness! The ancients said that the spirit of the Son of Heaven is full of energy. There has been a severe drought for more than half a year, but today's incident can rain rain."

The scholar directly knelt on the ground and said, "My lord, please be called a general!"

This time, the other people were very troubled, and they knelt down and begged: "Please be called the general!"

"Wang Mou, He De, He Neng... Quickly please, quickly please..."

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Not to mention what's going on here, how about Lin Zhuoming using the five thunder method to pray for rain.

That Longhua will preach in Huai'an, and many of them are masters of magic.

But they all realized in surprise: "This rain is strange, and the heavenly secrets are also in chaos..."

At the same time, the power of the dynasty collapsed, and many demons and ghosts appeared one after another: "Now is the day when we are waiting for a happy life..."

As the saying goes, the country is about to perish, and evildoers will emerge in abundance.

In Beiping, Emperor Qian Yong woke up from a dream. Now he is seventy years old and sleeps lightly.

Although there are many health-preserving prescriptions on weekdays, when he suddenly heard thunder, he was still awakened by fright.

"Li Yu!"

"Li Yu!"

"Your Majesty, the servant is here."

"What time is it?"

"Your Majesty, it's three quarters of Yin time." Li Yu whispered.

"I just had a dream. I dreamed that a group of people rushed into the Forbidden City and set fire to it..."

"Your Majesty, dreams are always the opposite. Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, the Emperor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, and he is blessed by the Buddha."

"He Guozong, Qin Tianjian, came to explain to me."

"Yes, the servant girl will pass it on now."

……

Qian Yong is over 70 years old. Although he claims to live forever, he is actually in a daze and his old eyes are dizzy.

There is also a sense of powerlessness in the court, but Sheng Tianzi, who holds power as long as he holds power, will not grow old every day. If he really wants to give up this throne, he will not live for long...

Emperor Qian Yong thought of his upcoming banquet for thousands of elders, gathering thousands of blessed and long-lived people, and gathering the spirit of longevity, he should be able to live another century for himself...

"Your Majesty, He Zongren has arrived." Outside Li Yu sent the message in person.

"Let him in."

As soon as He Zongren came in, he knelt and kowtowed, and it sounded like he called himself a slave.

"I just had a dream. I dreamed that a group of people rushed into the Forbidden City and set fire to it. Please explain it. Is this auspicious or unlucky?"

"Your Majesty, when an emperor dreams, there must be a rehearsal. I'm afraid it's a warning from the heavens. Has the emperor sent someone to check the Taimiao? If there is no change, it means that the country will last forever and the country's fortune will be long."

"Warning from heaven?" Qian Yong was taken aback.

"My servant watches the stars at night, and suddenly feels that the Kuixing is rushing towards Ziwei, I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid someone will rebel?" Qian Yong sneered: "My sons are not easy to worry about. I haven't died yet. This dream is strange. I'm afraid someone wants to rebel and is impatient..."

The older you get, the easier it is to be suspicious, selfish, and cunning...

Especially the emperor.

Qian Yong only thought of his sons, but never thought of the common people's rebellion.

In his opinion, he is a holy son, and it is impossible for him to be like the last emperor...

(End of this chapter)