Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 200 The Ghost in the Painting

"Jie Jie Jie!"

Just as Lin Zhuming knocked down the stupa, there was the sound of ghost laughter from inside.

It seems that something is about to crawl out of the deep pit.

Yasha ghost.

All these three kinds of ghosts.

It is rumored that in the deserted temples, if there are ghosts accumulating corpses and relics, they can be transformed into these ghosts.

This ghost originally originated from "Yaksha", a little ghost under the seat of Medicine Master Liuli Buddha, but here, it is almost like a "zombie".

Blue-faced and red-haired, nine feet tall, with fleshy wings on the back, among them, those with complete fleshy wings can fly into the sky, and are called flying yakshas.

Legend has it that Feitian Yasha practiced, and he would become a non-melting bone, and if he practiced without melting his bone, he would be a drought, 犼.

These yaksha ghosts crawled out of the abyss of thousands of people, their bodies were mixed with a faint light of Buddha, but more of them were black energy.

Lin Zhuming didn't do anything, but ordered Liu Ding Liujia to fight with him and guard the pass.

These yakshas have been suppressed for a long time, and they don't have much strength. If they suck human blood, they will become more powerful, which is very terrifying.

Liujia led a hundred soldiers and horses, and quickly killed several yakshas.

Among the bones of Yaksha, the souls of the dead drifted out and were purified here by Lin Zhuming.

Chanting the mantra of Yuejun, attracting the moonlight, washing away grievances, channeling the true yang energy of oneself, arousing the true fire of the sun, and refining its shape.

Oral recitation of the Sutra of Taiyi's rescue of suffering, transcending the souls of the dead in the ten directions, and offering nectar and dharma food.

Lin Zhuming has been very different since the Ching Ming Festival three months ago. Three months ago, Lin Zhuming held a ritual ceremony in the dojo.

Now the place where Lin Zhuoming sits cross-legged is the ashram, because Liu Ding has been purified with the Mantra of Purifying Heaven and Earth and the Mantra of Antu God.

It is the altar itself, and what is enshrined is not any god in the world, but its own body god.

On the contrary, he is much more proficient than before.

With the supernatural scriptures of "Lei Yin" and "Impeaching God", these yaksha ghosts were transformed one by one, and purified into a state like a baby. They were led to the Qinghua world by a celestial light and reincarnated away. up.

"Thank you!"

Or male, or female, or the elderly, living or children.

At this time, the corpse was clean, and the soul was clear, and they all thanked Lin Zhuoming.

Every piece of gratitude turned into a piece of yin virtue, into a piece of good fortune, and escaped into Lin Zhuoming's body, and then was suppressed by that Ziwei's fate.

On Ziwei's horoscope, apart from Ziwei Xing as a "lucky star", she shines brightly.

In addition, there are also "Zhenxing" and "Chenxing", which are gradually shining.

This three-star is the three-element star, the heaven, the earth and the water. The emperor of the three officials holds it, blessing the heavenly officials, the earth officials forgive sins, and the water officials relieve misfortunes.

The more stars lit up in this Ziwei horoscope, the stronger Lin Zhuming's aura and destiny will be.

It's just that the most intuitive improvement today is that Lin Zhuming's Feng Shui pattern has been improved again, and he also has some "whim-in-hand" divination abilities.

After purifying all the yaksha ghosts in the mass grave, spring water gushed out from the bottom, and the spring water filled this place into a small lake.

Lin Zhuming's eyes were sharp, and he saw that there seemed to be something swimming underneath, and there was a faint golden light shining.

But in the big pit, on top of countless corpses, there is a golden Buddha statue as tall as a person.

It is Vairocana Buddha, that is, Great Sun Tathagata Buddha.

This bergamot knot seal, suppressing everything, seems to be Tibetan Buddhism.

However, Lin Zhuo had no intention of picking up the golden Buddha, but saw lotus seeds sprouting from the bottom, as if it had been buried underground for a long time without seeing light or water.

At this time, when you are freed, flowers will bloom naturally.

Soon the lotus rose out of the water, covering all the uncleanness and filth.

"Flowers meet me, all appearances are not appearances."

Lin Zhuming couldn't help thinking of such a sentence.

Liu Ding Liu Jia said: "My lord, how can there be a backhand left by the bald donkey here? Thanks to our hard work, it has become like this now. It can't be said that the world only talks about the merits of the monk."

Lin Zhuming said, "What's the point? Merit is meritorious service. I have been doing it tirelessly. Virtue is morality. I cultivate my merits by myself and I just need to know it myself."

"But didn't you say Li Yan, Li Gong, Li De, three immortals?"

"That's a saint." Lin Zhuming said: "I'm not a saint yet, let's go, let's go."

When I went down the mountain, I saw a different scenery from the one up the mountain. Maybe it was night when I went up the mountain, so I went up the mountain in the dark.

But now it is morning, the sun is shining in the plum groves, the magpies are singing on the tops of the plum trees, and a bright road is getting wider and wider.

……

Lin Zhuming originally thought that Yangzhou should still be barren, but when he arrived in Yangzhou City, he knew that he was shallow.

Yangzhou is now also a place of prosperity. The Manchu Dynasty established the Lianghuai Salt Administration here. This is a piece of fat, and naturally a large number of wealthy businessmen gathered here.

It has been 37 years since the Manchu Dynasty entered the customs, and they have just settled down. Yangzhou Ten Days is just the tip of their iceberg.

At the end of the former dynasty, the registered population was more than 5000 million people. When the population was counted for the first time in the Manchu dynasty, there were only more than 1000 million people.

Although many of them conceal the population, such as servants and serfs in various official houses, they are not included in the population, but there are two-thirds less.

This number is not exaggerated.

Most of them rose up to resist because they shaved their hair and made it easier to obey orders, and were brutally killed.

For example, the Jiangyin 81st and the Jiading Three Massacres were all like this.

Only the obedient people survived.

With such a brutal rule, it is no wonder that even though the former dynasty has rotted to the root, there are still many people mourning the former dynasty, at least the former dynasty itself is still the master.

Now that robbers have entered the house, the original owner has turned into a slave instead. How can people not miss it.

As for the prosperity of Kangxi and Qianlong, it can only be said to be the bonus of post-war reconstruction. After all, historical experience is such that it is not necessarily the emperor's sage.

Lin Zhuming was walking on Yangzhou Street, thinking that time really heals everything.

"My lord, there is a ghostly aura." Xu Biao said, "It's very ghostly."

"How can there be ghosts in such a densely populated place?" Xu Biao couldn't figure it out.

Lin Zhuming was reminded by him, but he found that there was indeed a bit of ghost.

Following the spirit of ghosts, I found a shop that sold calligraphy and paintings, among which were many portraits of Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, and Eight Immortals.

There are also farm sketches such as fruits and vegetables, as well as paintings of landscapes and countryside.

Several of them are pictures of little ghosts.

There are big-headed ghosts chasing children, some pulling the stove and inhaling the smoke from it, and some playing tricks on people.

These ghostly auras came from these paintings.

Lin Zhuming felt that the ghosts in this painting are not real ghosts, but people in the world rarely see real ghosts, but more people see ghosts in paintings. Over time, the ghosts in this painting become real ghosts.

This ghost picture can attract me here, so it can be seen that it has indeed become a ghost in the painting, and it has come to life, so it is not false.

"What? This priest wants to buy paintings?"

A man like an old farmer came from the back hall to the front hall, and in his hand was a painting he had just made, on which was a little ghost kicking its tip.

(End of this chapter)