Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 45

The purple air is coming from the east, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. On the bank of the stream in front of the door, there are three branches and a few peach blossoms, blooming obliquely, which is also very bright.

Holding a sword, Lin Zhuming practiced the five-element swordsmanship in front of the Longevity Palace.

At the same time, the Qi regulates the triple burner, visualizes the purple sun, puts the tongue on the top of the palate, swallows the purple qi xianjin, and slowly combines the "true qi" that is constantly circulating in the body with the seeds of the real breath in the lower dantian, and slowly carries it, just like an old man cart.

Zhao Zhongxin next to him is practicing Wuqinniaoxi, and it seems that he has gradually found the trick today.

Waiting for the sun to be high, the gold ingots made yesterday by the villagers' old ladies and father-in-law were also sent over.

Lin Zhuming wanted to give them money, but the old people laughed and said: "Where do you want money, my grandson helped to fold a lot."

Lin Zhuming also accepted the kindness of these old people, and then said: "In this case, I will pay for the wormwood that everyone picked to make Qingming moxa balls. When the time comes, I will make sacrifices and offer them, and then share them with everyone. .”

"Mugwort, it's everywhere in the field, whoever needs money, just pick it, anyone can pick it!"

The old man smiled, the wrinkles on his face were bent into a crescent moon, and he looked like a Bodhisattva for no reason.

After that, he clapped his hands and left, but he went to the fields, picked mugwort leaves, and dug wild vegetables.

This is the case for the elderly in rural areas. They live to be old and do things as old as they can.

On the contrary, there was a strong human touch, which made Lin Zhuming feel so warm.

After a while, an ox cart slowly approached, but it was Yuanwai Zhou. He was frightened for another night last night, but luckily nothing happened.

Today, I took my son Zhou Sheng to worship in the temple, and brought Dafa, the housekeeper, to help out and do something with my own hands.

"Father, I don't talk about strange powers and gods. I never go to temples to worship gods. I am a scholar." Zhou Sheng was very reluctant.

How could the rich man want to let him go half a step away? You have played with the vixen, and you are still so silent?

"Look at what you did, is it the work of a scholar?" The rich man Zhou was sitting in the bullock cart, still holding the Buddhist beads in his hand, and spun around.

Mr. Zhou's old lady used to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha. Mr. Zhou dug out this prayer beads from the box and cabinet. Now holding it in her hand, she feels more at ease.

When he arrived at the Longevity Palace, seeing the earthen walls, gray tiles and wooden doors, rich man Zhou fell into deep thought: "Why is it so broken?"

After brushing the dust off his sleeves, rich man Zhou immediately put on a smiling face and entered the gate.

"what!"

The rich man Zhou was frightened.

I saw the golden boy and jade girl, the paper man and the paper horse, all staring at the rich man Zhou, and he was almost scared away by the rich man Zhou.

String after string of gold ingots hung on the wall, crowding the entire space to the brim.

Master Zhenjun holds a sword and sits in the central hall.

Zhou Sheng and the butler, Dafa, entered the door one step later, and were also startled by these lifelike paper figurines and paper horses.

"Is Master Lin there?"

"Didn't you see Pindao?" Lin Zhuoming came out of the paper figurines. He was just studying the structure of these paper figurines, and he will do it himself next time.

Even rich man Zhou was taken aback: "I really didn't realize that there is a living person inside."

Lin Zhuming laughed and said: "I just bought it last night. I plan to make it and use it in the dojo. Thanks to the money you donated to Zhou Yuanwai, I was able to buy such a good paper figurine. Look at the look and feel. "

Lin Zhuming sighed: "It is worthy of being a masterpiece."

Zhou Sheng thought in his heart: You are an idiot, and you also said that my son had a tryst with a vixen, isn't your paper stick more infiltrating than a vixen?

Rich Zhou cheerfully echoed: "It really looks like a living person."

He said again: "Last night was safe and sound, and today I came here to fulfill my wish. The Longevity Palace Xu Zhenjun will keep you safe, and Master Lin will keep my house safe."

Lin Zhuming nodded: "There is nothing wrong with saying goodbye sincerely."

The rich man Zhou began to worship the gods, Lin Zhuoming saw his sincerity in kowtowing, so he knocked Faqian.

"Boom!"

Inexplicably calms the mind.

After the rich man Zhou finished his worship, he took out the silver and put it in the merit box.

He took Zhou Sheng to worship again.

Zhou Sheng had no choice but to bow perfunctorily.

Lin Zhuming still knocked out and treated everyone equally.

Then there is the housekeeper, Dafa, since everyone has come to the Taoist temple, why don't we worship and offer incense sticks?
It's all here, goodbye is not bad.

After worshiping the gods, the rich man Zhou said: "My son will have a test this autumn, and he will be tested for merit. I wonder if we can do a ritual and let Emperor Wenchang bless him?"

No such business has been developed so far.

Lin Zhuming really didn't like to say that, he just said: "It's better to ask Mr. Zhou to ask for a hexagram, ask for a lottery, our real gentleman's lottery is also very effective."

Rich Zhou was a little disappointed to see that Lin Zhuoming did not take the ticket: "If he can be admitted to Juren, I will die without regret."

Your father thinks the same way, but it's a pity that you can't become a dragon if you look forward to your son, and you can't do it yourself, so why force your son, besides, the feng shui of your family's ancestral grave shows that although he has a little bit of culture, he stops at the fame of a scholar and has no appearance of raising a son.

But if you think about it a little bit, there are a lot of things about selling officials and nobles. If you try hard to get a reputation, it is better to spend money to open up relationships. Emperor Wenchang is no better than the God of Wealth.

But then he denied this thought. This is a crooked thought, and it cannot be said out loud.

Zhou Sheng also knew about his own weight, with a helpless face, he told him to fall in love, lose his fortune, learn from Liu Yong, and do some romantic things.

The rich man asked for a lottery himself.

Mirror flower water moon.

Moodiness ensued.

Zhou Sheng personally asked for another lottery.

Looking at flowers in the fog.

Also sullen.

Lin Zhuming comforted: "It is still useful to concentrate on studying now. With this lottery, you must start working hard. Man will surely win."

Rich Zhou nodded, and hoped again: "I plan to spend money to find two masters who recommend you to study in Jinling Academy. There are many famous teachers and scholars there. You should learn more and don't engage in those things that are not available every day. Playing with things and losing your ambitions." , wasting your studies.”

"Ah?" Zhou Sheng didn't intend to leave home, just be an otaku obediently, and just have sex with the little fox fairy. Who is going to Jinling Academy?

After asking for a lottery, the rich man Zhou took the initiative to help Lin Zhuming start to arrange the dojo, clean up the temple, and even took a white cloth to wipe the god statue for Master Zhenjun.

Although fat and fat, obviously very clumsy, but it can also be seen that he is very religious.

Looking at the back of rich man Zhou, Zhou Sheng couldn't help but feel a sore nose. Only then did he realize that rich man Zhou was old, and inexplicably sensed his father's deep love for him.

The image of talking back to rich man Zhou in the past appeared in my heart, and I couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Father is already old, I am the eldest son, if I am not sensible, I am afraid that this family will really break up.

"Mother eats vegetarian food and recites Buddha blindly, and my father's concubine brings younger brothers and sisters. If this continues, it's hard to guarantee that my aunt won't think about it..."

Here again, there is a sense of crisis.

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