Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 39

"You are still stubborn!" Lin Zhuming shouted: "Then cut it off!"

Now holding the demon-slaying sword, he swung it down about three feet above the weasel's head.

The weasel screamed: "It's wrong!"

As a result, the mouse's head fell to the ground immediately, and the blood was scattered on the chicken coop. At the same time, Lin Zhuoming felt a gust of wind blowing.

But then it was felt that Marshal Heihu had captured his primordial spirit and soul.

After beheading the weasel spirit, a ray of light also penetrated into the bronze mirror on Lin Zhuoming's chest.

Only this time, Lin Zhuming already had a feeling, because his chest started to feel hot.

The rich man Zhou and Zhou Sheng were listening to the trial, and seeing Lin Zhuoming chop off the weasel's head with a sword, they also felt terrified.

Then he stepped forward and asked, "What should I do with this beast?"

"See if you can pluck the hair off its body to make a wolf hair pen. It's okay to burn the rest, or you can use it to make meat." Lin Zhuming said: "It's all right now."

Rich Lord Zhou's eyes lit up when he heard that it was edible: "Is that stinky? Is there anything good about this refined weasel?"

Lin Zhuming looked at Zhou Sheng and said with a smile: "I heard that some Taoists will catch monsters to practice alchemy, which can improve their Taoism, but poor Taoists don't eat meat, so I don't know if it's true or not."

"But the weasel worships the moon and practices. Flesh and blood can indeed nourish the spirit. Zhou Yuanwai eats it with confidence. If he wants to seduce your living soul, you want to eat his flesh and blood. It is also a karmic retribution."

Lin Zhuming put away the demon-binding rope that bound the weasel, and the demon-slaying ban on it was almost used up, but he successfully locked the demon, and the related "momentum" on his body became slightly stronger.

If you want to tie up a few more monsters, you can completely fix the monster-slaying ban on this leading rope.

It's just that Lin Zhuoming also liked this sword very much.

It's just that it's not easy to ask the rich man Zhou for money.

But rich man Zhou said directly: "The so-called heroes match beauties, and swords match heroes. This sword is of no use in our house. Why don't you take it as a mage. After that, killing demons and demons can be regarded as a point accumulated by my Zhou family ancestors." Shame."

Seeing this, Lin Zhuming didn't shirk anymore: "Besides Zhou Yuan, Pindao will draw you a few more evil spirit talismans. This Black Tiger Marshal Altar will be withdrawn after the Ching Ming Festival. It's just the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year. Don't worry about it." Forgot to put another stick of incense on it."

"It would be the best if you can find a tiger ornament, and place it in a shrine to enshrine. It can keep the house and eliminate demons."

Lin Zhuming drew three more talismans on the spot.

The rich man Zhou quickly packed it in a kit bag.

This time, he took the initiative to say that he would stay with Lin Zhuming for dinner, which really frightened rich man Zhou: "Those monsters won't come to the door again, will they?"

"It's possible that if Zhou Yuanwai doesn't accumulate evil virtues and ruins the family's luck, the gods you enshrine will leave one day. When they see that your family is in trouble, they will naturally come to you and make trouble."

Lin Zhuming said again: "You know Hu Guangzong outside the Zhou Dynasty!"

"I know, I know, his family's ancestor was also a Juren, but in his generation, he completely defeated the ancestor's foundation..."

"He died." Lin Zhuoming said: "He was also killed by these things."

The rich man Zhou was taken aback, and finally learned from the painful experience, and planned to accumulate evil virtues, and to do more good deeds.

Lin Zhuming said again: "As for that vixen, he probably won't be able to enter your house now. Foxes are suspicious by nature, and I'm afraid only your son will see it. You can communicate with your son more, and it's best to persuade that vixen to be good. If you still want to be entangled, the poor Taoist has no choice but to capture him completely."

These words did not hide from Zhou Sheng, he was beside him, showing a resentful expression.

After Lin Zhuming settled the matter, he didn't keep any food, and left Zhou's house with a sword on his back and a ox rope wrapped around him.

This time along the way, many villagers took the initiative to talk to Lin Zhuoming: "This mage, where is Master Zhao? The previous Dharma conference was held by Master Zhao!"

"Brother Zhao is away, and I'm his younger brother Lin Daoren." Lin Zhuming explained, not in a hurry to leave, but stood at the head of the field and asked: "How is the rain now? After the spring breeze, it is almost time to raise seedlings and sow seeds." Come on!"

"Oh, the rain is gone, and it's inexplicably hot."

"Then you have to be prepared. Is there any food at home?"

"There's only half a year's ration left." The farmer sighed, "If God doesn't give me food..."

"Then you have to make plans early!"

"What are you going to do early, poor..."

Lin Zhuming said: "Build ditches and stockpile irrigation water in advance! If there is a severe drought, at least some crops can be preserved."

"It's said that it depends on the sky to eat, doesn't it need human wages?" Lin Zhuming said.

The farmer smiled and said, "It's the busy season of farming. I take care of my own fields. Who will repair this ditch?" His eyes were full of helplessness.

"Let's lead this poor man!" Lin Zhuoming said, "It's just a ditch, isn't it?"

Lin Zhuming said, "The water of the Jiangning River is connected to the Yangtze River. Can this water not be used?"

"It's not that it can't be used..." The farmer said: "The big river has water and the small river is full, and the big river has no water and the small river is dry..."

"The water level of the Yangtze River this year is lower than in previous years. Those grain ships have to be transported to Peiping...the water level is too shallow..."

After saying this, Lin Zhuming understood that the water in the canal should be guaranteed first, and the water transportation should be smooth. The food supply in the north should not be cut off. Even if there was a severe drought, the people along the river banks would not be allowed to open canals to release water.

There are many such things in history.

The people couldn't open the canals, so they took a pole and two buckets, secretly went to the riverside to steal water at night, and poured it into their own fields.

The number of those who were exhausted and fell into the river by mistake was unclear.

A farmer has spent half his life farming, so he naturally knows more than a layman like Lin Zhuming.

"Our Jinling is still pretty good, thinking that Emperor Hongwu made his capital..."

After so many years, there are still people who think clearly.

Lin Zhuming sighed, but thought again: Doesn't his name just carry the word "Ming"?
Shake his head.

Lin Zhuming bid farewell to the farmers, who continued to work hard.

Lin Zhuming sighed in his heart, and wondered if it was the drought that caused the suffering of the people all over the world.

Back in the Longevity Palace, Lin Zhuming put incense on Lord Zhenjun, and said something inexplicably: "Lord Zhenjun, I have somehow arrived at this place, this dynasty, do you have something to tell me? If If so, don't ask me to do the work of saving the common people in the world, it's too dangerous and tiring, if it's just about killing demons and demons, saving people, I will continue to do it."

After saying this, Lin Zhuoming breathed a sigh of relief.

Holding the Holy Grail again, he made a hexagram.

"No fault."

A gentleman works hard all day long, and is vigilant at night. He is strict and blameless.

Lin Zhuming looked at this hexagram, the real gentleman would never lie to himself.

But blameless has another meaning.

Take your own faults and have nothing to blame.

(End of this chapter)