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Chapter 256 Pray for rain, draw your mind, look for drought, hang rain bells, walk at night

Chapter 256 Pray for rain, draw your mind, look for drought, hang rain bells, walk at night (23)

rain?

Lin Feng was a little stunned. For the arid land in the northwest, rain is indeed something worth celebrating.

So, Lin Feng said calmly: "How do you remember it so clearly?"

Following his uncle's description, Lin Feng heard a group activity that was neither crazy nor common.

pray for rain.

And it was a gradually crazy prayer for rain.

Things have to start three months ago. Don't look at the cold weather now, it seems that it is coming to late autumn and early winter.

In fact, the current temperature is not the same as the temperature outside the game.

Specifically, in the same month, it was much colder in the game than in reality.

The greenhouse effect has not yet appeared on this land.

What's more, this is still on the mountain, in the shade of the mountain. When the mountain wind blows, the temperature, which is not high at all, makes the teeth chatter even more.

In an agricultural society, one depends on the sky for food. If it does not rain for a long time, everyone will be terrified from top to bottom, and even the emperor will continue to play, looking for mistakes in his own virtue.

Just like lightning strikes the corner of the palace, it is considered to be God's dissatisfaction with the emperor.

The emperor was afraid, and the peasants who depended on the sky were even more afraid.

Because of the severe drought, it means that there is no harvest.

It means refugees everywhere.

It means death, life is worse than death, and the coming of great terror.

Not to mention that it is far away from the Yellow River.

Except for the rain, there is no big hope, and there are signs of severe drought, not only in Yangjia Village, but also in Yangjiacun, Lijiacha, Liujiagou and other villages on the mountain ridge. I have invited the gentleman who is watching the matter, and I want to invite him to officiate a ceremony at the Dragon King Temple.

For this reason, I also pooled money to invite the theater troupe from the county seat to sing in front of the Dragon King Temple. For the three-day and three-night drama, I wanted to invite the Dragon King Lord "Longyan Joy" to bring a heavy rain.

It's a pity that the Dragon Lord didn't give me face.

In the three-day drama, the big guys drained the blood of the family and worshiped the Dragon King.

But there is no rain in the sky!

So, under the auspices of the husband, they "invited" the Dragon King out of the temple, stripped off his robe, and beat him vigorously with willow branches as punishment!
Even so, the sky is still blue and blue, without a single cloud, and it is so dry that people feel flustered.

Facing the excited villagers, the husband finally made a move.

"Looking for the drought."

Hanba is the god of drought in ancient times. In the words of Mr. Yin Yang, Hanba is a dead body in the mortal world. It is this corpse that hinders the rain god in the sky and prevents it from raining. , I went to Yazigou to look for the corpse at night.

It is said that after the body is found and burned, it will rain.

He said that the corpse was in Yazigou!
He took the young and strong people in the village to Yazigou in the middle of the night, and when he came back, it started to rain.

Lin Feng's mind automatically identified important words.

In the middle of the night, the young and strong people in the village went to Yazigou, and it was raining.

It's not that he doesn't believe in Mr. Yin Yang's methods.

Let alone Mr. Yin and Yang in the county seat.

It is Mr. Yin Yang in the provincial capital, with the strength of an eighth rank, it is almost invincible.

Even a Taoist priest, a Taoist priest of the eighth rank, can go on stage, recite Huangting, walk the sky, write and write, and take charge of a small Taoist temple-of course, the hosting of a small Taoist temple is not determined by cultivation.

If a Taoist priest who practices inner alchemy has the Tao and Quanzhen, the eighth grade is also very extraordinary.

Bapin is a basket, and everything can be put in it.

What's more, he is the seventh rank!
He went to Yazigou during the day, and one of them died when he went.

The local Mr. Yin Yang took several young and strong people from the village to Yazigou.

What did he do?

When he was talking about this, Lin Feng came to the mill. He stopped there and saw a group of people setting up the firewood, putting Sangouzi's mother on the firewood, and preparing to burn the body.

Lin Feng suddenly interrupted his uncle's words: "Your sister is going to burn, why don't you go and take a last look, it's also a sister and brother."

Contrary to Lin Feng's expectation, the uncle of Sangouzi shook his head and waved his hands in fear: "No, no, sir, I won't go."

"Oh? Not going?"

Lin Feng noticed that this person's heartbeat increased significantly.

He was afraid of his sister's body?

Lin Feng couldn't help saying: "Go, go and have a look."

He walked over, the hair on his back fluttered silently, and darkness appeared from under his feet.

He glanced around, no one saw it all.

The nets were silently inserted behind the heads of these villagers.

The flames were blazing, and those people thought they had burned the corpse.

In fact, the darkness under Lin Feng's feet swallowed the corpse.

Lin Feng looked at the burning black smoke, and continued to chat with his uncle next to him, but now there was an extra hair on his uncle's head.

Lin Feng asked him seemingly unintentionally, "The locust tree in front of our village is full of branches and leaves. This is a symbol of the prosperity of the village!"

For the first time, when Lin Feng saw a mortal, his mood was so intense that he could resist the trap to a certain extent. His panic, his liver and gallbladder were split, and even the trap began to appear disordered.

Uncle: "I don't know anything."

He curled up in fear, but he thought he was curling up, but in fact he didn't do anything.

Just when Lin Feng was about to continue asking, his [Unyielding] responded.

He looked up, and at some point above his head, some crows appeared.

These crows hovered over his head.

Such as reporting a funeral.

There was a hoarse and ugly sound.

At the same time, Lin Feng heard the crisp sound of a bell coming from a distant mountain.

There are also some Sanskrit sounds mixed in.

Lin Feng shut up and didn't ask about the locust tree.

[Unyielding] gradually goes out.

No more boiling.

After waiting for the fire to disappear, he retracted the net and continued, "Going on, what happens after you go to Yazigou?"

Uncle: "After we went to Yazigou, the rain started to fall a little bit. Then, a group of Taoists came from the Taihang Mountain. They said they had bells for praying for rain, and they just needed to hang them on the mountain. , They said, what is called praying for rain and worshiping Buddha.

After they performed a ceremony, it rained heavily for three days and three nights, and the walls of my house collapsed! "

Lin Feng nodded, expressing that he knew what he was thinking.

Finally, he asked why he didn't find the gentleman from the county seat this time.

The other party: "Oh, back to the county town at night, I accidentally slipped on the road, fell off the cliff, and fell to my death."

fell dead...

Back at the village chief's house, Lin Feng said that the soul-calling ceremony could be held at night.

"Find a baby first, and I'll try first."

Lin Feng said to the village chief.

The village head agreed, and pushed a half-grown young man over, his mouthful of saliva mixed with yellow mud, which looked very dirty.

Lin Feng indifferently tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, dipped it in some tea, and wiped the silly little boy's face clean.

"Give me this kid's official name, nickname, and date of birth. I'll call my soul to use it at night."

The village chief agreed, and Lin Feng nodded. At night, Lin Feng didn't eat: "I brought my own buns." At night, after the full moon last night, there were only stars in the sky, and Lin Feng began to summon his soul.

Lin Feng took the child with him, took a bowl of water and a chopstick in his hand, and walked on the road towards the milling field.

He also had a yellow talisman in his hand. As for what was written on the talisman - Lin Feng drew it by himself, a standard ghostly painting talisman.

He is a ghost.

Before leaving, Lin Feng planted three sticks of incense on the ground, signaling others not to ask the incense to go out.

Although the fragrance is useless.

But Lin Feng just wanted to see if this group of people really wanted to bring the child's soul back.

Afterwards, the paper on which Sangouwazi's birth date was written was burned to ashes and placed in a bowl.

Stir it with your fingers, and it pops out.

I have never seen pork, and I have never seen a pig run!

Lin Feng has a good look.

"Yang Sangou, Sangou boy, come, come and eat, eat in the house!"

"Sangouzi, let's eat!"

Lin Feng tapped the porcelain bowl vigorously, and brushed the "Fu Shui" aside.

Two people are walking on a dark road.

I don't know how many pairs of eyes looked at them silently.

But they may not be able to see the two of them.

Lin Feng held a stick of incense in his hand.

Everyone stared at the incense head.

For ordinary people, this road is a black hole that can't be seen.

But for Lin Feng, the hole is like daylight.

He yelled and yelled as he walked, and he felt some changes in the road under his feet.

The village head stood in front of the door. His house was on a high ground, and he was not night blind.

He just watched Xiangtou disappear from the village.

Throat rolled up and down.

His eyes were fixed on the road, and he was so nervous that he was about to stand still.

There were some mistakes in the land under Lin Feng's feet.

His face twitched slightly.

He has been barefoot until now, and now his bare feet are stained with some red mud.

Look down.

The road under your feet is a red mud road.

A heap of burnt paper ash appeared next to it.

There was also the smell of incense.

It's like this pile of paper ashes has just been burned clean.

Lin Feng remained calm, because it is not yet known whether his method of knocking the bowl to summon the soul will be effective.

He just tries.

The results really work?
It was the red mud under his feet that made his throat a little tight.

From here, the yellow mud land went to the red mud land.

Is that how the red mud on his feet came from?

The red soil did not "attack" him.

However, as a lesson from the past, and a teacher from the future, Lin Feng did not dare to ignore this matter.

He was walking towards the mill, but he has been walking for about 15 minutes now, but he has not reached the mill.

The red mud under his feet has changed.

The ground under Lin Feng's feet became thicker, and he smelled a strong smell of blood. This time, a large amount of blood was mixed in the red mud under his feet.

Looking forward, there are a lot of sheep and dog bones on both sides of the road.

Only one body was intact, and judging from the clothes he was wearing, he should have been recently mourned.

Because the clothes are new clothes, it looks like the clothes worn by Western adventurers when they came to the Far East for adventure.

This person is indeed not from the Central Plains, he has blond hair, and there is a cross on his neck. Lin Feng doesn't know how the call soul came to this place.

He grabbed the little furry boy beside him, came to the corpse of the Western adventurer, and reached out to pick up the sheepskin bag beside him.

A very familiar sense of sight made Lin Feng frown.

This sheepskin bag, in the photo left by Teacher He Xun, is the object in the black photo.

Somewhat similar.

(End of this chapter)

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