Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 56

"Master Lin, you came just in time!" The robust village women saw Lin Zhuming as if they were officials.

"We caught a thief!"

"I, no, I'm not." Widow Zhou's voice was very forbearing, very low.

But Lin Zhuming still heard it.

"She can't see, so how does she know which things are valuable and which are not?" Lin Zhuoming asked, "What kind of things have been stolen by the elder sisters, and you think this old man is a thief?"

"This... She obviously didn't do anything, but she has always had money to buy things. Isn't this evidence?"

"And the clothes on her body. I clearly washed them a few days ago and put them on a bamboo pole to dry, but they disappeared when I turned around. She was wearing them today. Didn't she steal them? Did the wind blow them away and she picked them up? gone?"

"Then how does she know that this dress is just right for her? Did you see her passing by your house on the day you washed the clothes?"

"This... mage, why are you talking to her?"

"It's not talking to her, it's just asking the question in my heart. Since you can't answer it, you can't fully prove that she stole this dress."

Lin Zhuming had some guesses. After all, the widow of Zhou Zhou went out to the Longevity Palace that night, worshiping God and praying for a good death.

Some suicidal thoughts were dispelled by Lin Zhuoming's persuasion.

Helping Widow Zhou up, Lin Zhuming said softly: "I know you didn't steal anything, let's stand up and talk."

Widow Zhou's sunken eyes seemed to be shining with hope, and she held Lin Zhuming's hand tightly.

Lin Zhuming helped him up.

"Then this dress on her is mine?" The peasant woman also cried aggrievedly.

"This dress is yours, but it is true that this old man did not steal it."

"Who stole that?" The peasant woman asked, "Do you know Master Lin?"

Lin Zhuming sighed: "I still have to go to her house."

Lin Zhuming held the demon-binding rope on his waist in his hand.

And that week the widow suddenly said: "I stole it, I stole it, I don't want to live anymore, arrest me!"

Crazy, the voice was suddenly loud, completely different from just now.

The other women were taken aback, and they took a closer look at the mental state of the widow Zhou. Although the widow Zhou admitted that she stole it, they wondered if they really wronged the good man and drove him crazy: "Forget it, forget it, count me as bad luck, count me as bad luck, Master Lin, let's go..."

Lin Zhuming sighed: "Why do you have to wrap your arms around yourself?"

Widow Zhou let out a sobbing sound. She was obviously full of gray hair, but she was as helpless as an orphan who had been abandoned.

Both eyes were already blind from crying, and the tears shed were blood red.

Lin Zhuming supported her and asked passers-by where her home was.

Finally, he stopped by a dilapidated and simple house, but although he picked up leaks, it was neat, and the firewood was piled up at the door, neatly stacked.

The room was not locked, and Lin Zhuming's first feeling was "darkness" when he entered it.

There is no trace of light, and it is clear that it is daytime, but the windows seem to be useless, blocked by debris.

Adapted to this kind of dim vision, all he can see is a loom, a bed, and a small stove.

On a table next to the small stove, there is a plate of salted tofu on it.

A white mouse about the size of a civet cat lay on the table, glanced at Lin Zhuoming, ran to the blind old lady's feet, and let out a "meow".

"I'm back, don't bark, I'll get you something to eat."

"Meow."

Mrs. Zhou was very familiar with the environment at home, and groped for half a fish in a jar.

The mouse gnawed the half fish in front of his face.

Lin Zhuming frowned.

The old lady took out a small ponytail from the dark place and gave it to Lin Zhuming: "Lin Daochang, I beg you, that's all I have in mind, Niu'er is like my child, she is not bad in nature of."

This mouse may be as old as you, Widow Zhou, or even older than you.

Lin Zhuming really wanted to complain, but he couldn't say it.

Is this considered shemale fetters?

Calculate?Or still count?
Does love have to be a bond?

not necessarily.

Lin Zhuming asked and answered in his heart, but his hand was touching the rope that bound the demon, and he couldn't make up his mind.

"She's not bad by nature, she just wasn't taught before, I slowly taught her, told her not to steal things, taught her to be good..."

"Learn the principles of life?" Lin Zhuoming murmured.

It is rumored that to become a human, a monster must first understand human nature, then possess human emotions, understand human principles, and finally learn how to speak. The more you practice in this way, the more you will become like a human.

The most outstanding among them should be "Fox Demon", who can learn human language at the age of 50, and can become a beautiful woman and boy at the age of [-].

For example, Hu Youyou, who was able to transform into a beautiful boy and hook up with Zhou Sheng, should have been able to do it for a hundred years.

But the species are different, and the progress of practice is different. Lin Zhuming doesn't know what the practice step of the mouse is.

But there is nothing evil about this end.

If there is an evil spirit, it is impossible to sneak into the Longevity Palace Dojo and worship Lin Zhuming that day.

He even went out of his mind and asked Lin Zhuming when he would be able to achieve a positive result.

Only by Lin Zhuming's "three thousand skills and eight hundred circles can one achieve the true fruit, otherwise it is just a waste of cultivation." Part of the Taoism was knocked down.

Because this rat demon doesn't have many merits, but he asked about the success, and Lin Zhuming couldn't answer indiscriminately.

Now Lin Zhuming has the same answer.

"Let's do it for ourselves!" Lin Zhuming still didn't make a move after all.

Widow Zhou showed a grateful expression.

"But stealing is stealing. You should return what doesn't belong to you." Lin Zhuming said to the big mouse.

By the way, I took out a few taels of silver left over from the practice, and put it in the palm of Widow Zhou: "When the poor Taoist goes back, he will go to the Lord Zhenjun to tell you to be blind and clever. If you weave cloth, five pieces will be broken in three days. The good cloth is brought to the Taoist temple, and the poor Taoist buys it."

"Yes." Widow Zhou nodded.

When Lin Zhuming walked out of the dark house, the sunlight outside was a bit dazzling, but unfortunately no matter how dazzling, he had to walk out of the darkness, the darkness where the sunlight could not reach.

Many people saw Lin Zhuoming entering Widow Zhou's house, and they all stepped forward: "Master Lin, take a look, is there a way to crack it?"

Lin Zhuming was at a loss: "Crack what?"

"Obstruction!" The man said: "Widow Zhou is more or less a hindrance, otherwise she would not have hindered everyone around her to death. Our family feels a little uncomfortable when we are next to her..."

"Enough." Lin Zhuming stopped and said, "What's the hindrance? I don't see the hindrance. I'm a hard-working person. Why bother talking here? What hinders you? If you don't stay here, you can make a fortune. ?"

Lin Zhuming heard those words were really unpleasant, and couldn't help being angry, but she might have listened to them all her life, and she even thought that she was the one who killed her family.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhuoming couldn't help feeling a little sad.

　"Ear Food Record. Dongcang Messenger"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)