Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 93

The next morning, very early, very early, when Lin Zhuoming was doing his morning class and exhaling purple energy.

Some people from the village came to worship with baskets, offerings, and vests.

Lin Zhuming asked curiously: "Why did you come to worship God so early in the morning?"

"Hi! Master Lin, a man of God entrusted me with a dream last night. My old man hid ten taels of silver under the cowshed when he was alive. We found it in the cowshed early this morning. It is so effective. We are here to reward God."

Lin Zhuming practiced last night and didn't sense this.

But it's normal to think about it, after all, Lin Zhuming has already explained it.

At least Tongjing Town can be regarded as Lin Zhuming's "Longxing" place.

The villagers worshiped in twos and threes, one after another, and everyone knew each other, chatted with each other, and knew the situation.

Someone found his mother-in-law's gold ring, and someone knew where there was a mouse hole and pulled out a small granary.

It is so natural that once it is passed on to ten, ten will be passed on to a hundred.

In fact, these are Ren Hongyou's visits from house to house, registering them in a book, and discovering some things that belonged to the owner of the house by the way, which is not very human.

It's just that the Longevity Palace has added a lot of incense, and Zhao Zhongxin returned to his old business and released the lottery for the villagers.

It's just that the villagers are most concerned about when it will rain.

"Master Lin, although the water in the reservoir is not very dry, the water output is really limited. We have enough water to drink, but not enough to irrigate the ground... When will the rain start?"

"The ritual of praying for rain is not something that poor Taoists can do whenever they want, but they will definitely do it." Lin Zhuming said, "It's really not possible. If we dig a few more wells, there will still be water in the ground."

"Alas..." The clan elder sighed, "Then when will we be able to ask for rain?"

"It's the Dragon Boat Festival, and it's only ten days away." Lin Zhuming said.

Hearing the exact date, the clan elder thanked Lin Zhuming: "Master Lin, there is no reason for drought in Nanjing in previous years, but this year is really abnormal..."

Lin Zhuming was not impatient when he listened to his babbling, but followed him to the Sanfang reservoir.

Some farmers have already used buckets to carry water back here. Although spring water gushes out from the bottom of the pool, the speed is not fast.

Shanlong was at the bottom of the pool, and now he was very uncomfortable. When he saw Lin Zhuming coming, he also let out a yell.

"Brother Shanlong, do you know the art of summoning wind and rain?"

"Huh."

He is just a dragon species, not a dragon god, and being able to divert the stream is already the limit of what he can do.

"Jiangning Dragon King is dead?" Lin Zhuming was obviously a little scared when he heard what Shanlong said.

"How did you die?"

"Huh."

There is another reason for the collapse of the Tongjing Mine.Lin Zhuming wondered: "As expected, the Hanba has arrived in Nanjing. I wonder why the weather is getting drier."

The fifth day of May is the Dragon Boat Festival, and the flying dragon is in the sky, which is a good day.

"All the Hanba have come to Nanjing, but Zhao Chengwen, who followed the Hanba's trail, has not come back. I'm afraid there will be more bad luck than good luck."

Lin Zhuming was heartbroken: "Baoquan Bureau's casting of money mother boards can suppress and kill the drought demons. After the suppression and killing of the drought demons, they will surely relieve the drought after they are staked."

"It seems that the only place where the money-making master is lost now is the evil God of Wealth."

Fighting against the evil God of Wealth...

Lin Zhuming licked his tongue.

"Brother? What are you thinking?" Zhao Zhongxin looked at Lin Zhuoming licking his tongue, feeling a little abnormal.

"It's nothing."

What Lin Zhuoming wanted was to try to upgrade the firearms. If he could upgrade Liuding Liujia's firearms, he might be able to fight against the evil God of Wealth. In addition, he just learned the "Zhengyi Impeachment Mysterious Talisman". The power of the temple.

It would be even better if your magic weapon is a firearm.

Then there is really no need to be afraid of ghosts, ghosts, and snake gods. One breath is [-] turns, and the world is saved with great mercy.

The swords of the previous dynasty are good, but they are not as sharp as firearms.

Lin Zhuming thought, it would be great if he could find Song Yingxing's manuscript.

It's a pity that I was only a high school student in my previous life, and I didn't have access to firearms in my cultivation...

Waiting for the villagers to leave, Lin Zhuming began to study the scriptures again, but he really wanted to study a method for rain, or a method for suppressing and killing the evil God of Wealth, or a method for drought.

It's just that before the research was done, a large group of people surrounded the Longevity Palace.

"Smash me!"

But they are local ruffians and local villains.

This group of people doesn't look very old, but they are a bit "bewitching", dressed in weird clothes, and they look like members of the beggar gang.

There are unknown tattoos on his body, and he is holding a machete, ax, and hammer in his hand, which is not very annoying at first glance.

"Wait!" Lin Zhuming stopped him directly: "Why do you smash my temple?"

"What did you do yourself? Don't you know?"

"This time you smashed your temple, I will teach you a lesson, next time it won't be a temple."

The head of the evil boy has an arrogant face, but he has black teeth.

Lin Zhuming said hehe: "You dare to try!"

"Grandpa just moved, what's wrong?"

After all, I have to go forward and show Lin Zhuming a good look.

To be honest, Lin Zhuming didn't want to perform this kind of pretense and slap in the face.

But it is very likely that the evil God of Wealth discovered that the people in Qingliang Temple and the government are oily, not easy to offend people, so he found some newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers to trouble Lin Zhuming.

These teenage boys don't need money or power, and they can beat you to death as soon as they talk about brotherhood. Such thugs are cheap and ruthless enough, and casinos naturally support them in large numbers.

It's just that there are some playboys who don't want to inherit the wealth of Wan Guan's family, and maybe they come out to hang out.

For example, the little overlord Xue Pan in the Dream of Red Mansions, and Gao Yanei in the Water Margin.

The black-toothed evil boy headed by him is really a rich man, the son of Jiang Ning Zhizao, who was born as a Bajian slave, and has power and power.

As for why Lin Zhuming came to smash Lin Zhuming's temple, it was not because of anything else. It was because Lin Zhuming cheated Song Jinxiang in Baopen Casino yesterday, which caused trouble.

Otherwise, how could the inspectors and Qingliang Temple have anything to do with such a powerful family as Jiang Ning Zhizao.

This boy might have something to do with Cao Xueqin.

Lin Zhuming said that self-cultivation should be quiet.

It's just that there are constant external robberies, so it is natural to have thunder to protect the way.

Immediately he punched away, it was the "golden movement" in Wuxingquan, as fast as lightning, a straight punch knocked his face down, his nose crooked and his teeth fell off, and he fell to the ground with his head up.

"Boom!"

"It doesn't look good, it doesn't work!" Lin Zhuoming spat out.

The villainous boy brought by that man was stunned, how could he knock the leader down with one punch?

"What? Are you still leaving?" Lin Zhuoming said coldly.

Now do birds and beasts scattered.

"Slow down, carry him away, don't fall down."

So those wicked boys obediently carried him away.

"Brother, you are the real bully!" Zhao Zhongxin said sincerely: "The appearance just now is really scary."

Lin Zhuming said: "You just don't have enough courage. Evil people will be punished by evil people. If you retreat, he will enter, and if you enter, he will retreat. The poor Taoist respects the heaven and the patriarch. How old is he, can he make me afraid?"

(End of this chapter)