Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 59

There are two tanks in front of my house, one is a big tank and the other is also a big tank.

One of the big vats says "Manna Pond" and the other says "Zhuling Fire Swamp".

Lin Zhuming was buried there.

Early this morning, rich man Zhou found a piece of precious lightning strike wood for Lin Zhuming.

"Master Lin, take a look, is this the Lightning Strike Wood?"

Lin Zhuming saw it, oh my god, what a huge tree stump.

There are obvious scorched black marks on the tree stump, a lock, cracked to the heart of the tree, and more similar to "lightning-like" split lines.

Feel the full "yang and energy" above.

Lin Zhuming was a little excited: "That's right, this is the Lightning Tree, Mr. Zhou, you are really my nobleman."

He asked again, "Where did you find this lightning strike wood?"

Zhou Yuanwai said eloquently, "This piece was found from the tenant's house and passed down from the ancestors."

"At the end of the 18th year of the former dynasty, there was a thunderstorm in Nanzhili, and it was said that a dragon fifty fathoms long and short fell to the Forbidden City.

At that time, many trees were struck by lightning, and even people were killed. A jujube tree was struck by lightning in the family of my tenant ancestor. "

"It was only in the second year after being chopped off that it came back to life again. It wasn't until a few years ago that the tree was cut down because of differences between his husband's land and the separation of his brothers."

"Everything else has been cut down. A cupboard and a few benches have been built. Only the place that was struck by lightning is left here. It is not easy to make things. I save it for chopping firewood."

Lin Zhuming beat his chest and stamped his feet: "Violent waste! Violent waste!"

Looking at the lightning-struck wood again, if it wasn't for the deep slit in the middle, and the wound with a big hole burned by the lightning fire inside, I'm afraid it would not have escaped the fate of being processed into furniture.

As for the falling dragon incident in Nanjing in the 18th year of the previous dynasty, Lin Zhuming had never heard of it.

But this has nothing to do with Lin Zhuoming.

"Mr. Zhou, I really don't know what to say to thank you." Lin Zhuming was really moved from the bottom of his heart, because Lei Jianmu was really important to Lin Zhuming.

"Oh, it's just a matter of birth." Rich Zhou said with a smile, "It's about my family's ancestral grave..."

"No problem, Pindao will definitely give you a proper solution!" Lin Zhuming said that no amount of money can be exchanged for being able to form a relationship with Lei Jianmu.

After carefully asking the tenant's name and where they lived, Lin Zhuoming planned to pay a visit, first to see if there were any remaining information, and second, not to finish this "fate" completely, so as to avoid any accidents in the future.

When rich man Zhou went back, he was smiling, and took a few more evil-eliminating talismans painted by Lin Zhuming.

Zhao Zhongxin looked at a tree stump and asked, "Brother, can you carpentry? How do you break it down into usable materials?"

"A little bit." Lin Zhuoming was a little modest, but he really knew a little bit. Calligraphy, engraving seals, and simple bolt and riveting structures Lin Zhuming is still clear. powerful.

For such a large tree stump, only the scorched part and the part with "lightning-like" lines really belong to the "lightning strike wood".

Everything else is disposable.

However, the lightning strike wood required by the Liujia Seal is only a small size, even the Plath version the size of a baby's fist is enough.

You must know that ordinary private seals are no more than the size of a fingernail, and even larger ones are no more than the size of a matchbox.

Now that the Thunderbolt Wood is available, and the Duanyang Festival is coming soon, but the only thing that went wrong at the Qingming Festival was that I was ready to catch a few ghosts to practice Liuding Liujia, but I was caught by that former princess Went to get married.

Lin Zhuming was also drunk.

But now there are still some days before the Dragon Boat Festival, Lin Zhuming plans to enshrine the "Liu Ding Liu Jia" card tablet first, holding the Liu Ding Liu Jia body protection magic spell, first to feel the spirit of the sky, and then to reach the god of the sky.

Even if there is no suitable soul to be refined into a soldier, you can choose the first method to consecrate the Liujia seal, receive the thoughts of Liu Ding Liujia's righteous god, and collect them in the Liujia seal.

However, this kind of practice can only help Lin Zhuming in the middle and late stages.

In addition to storing water, the two large tanks can also be used as a water pool and fire marsh for "water and fire refinement", killing two birds with one stone.

It's just that Zhao Zhongxin is tired.

Zhao Zhongxin offered to follow Lin Zhuoming to fill the two big tanks with water.

It's more about winning or losing.But there are some youthful spirits.

Lin Zhuming's steps were light and his breath was long. He carried a shoulder pole and carried two buckets of water in one go, which weighed seventy to eighty catties. It was more than enough to walk three times.

Zhao Zhongxin was different. Although Zhao Zhongxin used to be Zhao Chengwen's boy and did some chores, fetching water and cooking was common, but he was originally from a poor family.

But going back and forth more than ten times, the whole person will have to work hard, and may even suffer five fatigue and seven injuries.

Although Zhao Zhongxin knew how to save effort by carrying a pole, he didn't have enough "perseverance", and his mind was full of thoughts of "I'm so tired, I want to give up", so I naturally felt a little tormented.

Lin Zhuming was dedicated, without any "spiritual loss". Although he was tired after more than a dozen rounds, he breathed loosely, borrowed his strength, and put on a "stance" while walking, as if he was punching and practicing piles. Of course, he didn't have such a as uncomfortable.

"Oh, I'm exhausted, I'm exhausted." Zhao Zhongxin poured the last bucket of water into the big vat, but his eyes were full of stars, and he sat down on the ground.

Lin Zhuming saw that he was exhausted after only picking up half a tank of water: "Hahaha, do your homework with me sooner or later and work harder. Ask me more and be less irritable, so you won't be so tired now. so."

Zhao Zhongxin had no strength to refute Lin Zhuming, his face turned pale.

Lin Zhuming didn't make fun of him, but just continued to fetch water to fill the tank.

After running back and forth for another twenty or thirty days, Lin Zhuming was so tired that his steps were heavy, so he stopped, took two large boards, and covered the large tank to prevent dust from falling into it.

At night, Zhao Zhongxin "groaned" with sore hands and feet, and Lin Zhuoming was too disturbed to meditate, so he had to bring clear oil, soothe the meridians and activate blood circulation, and massage.

Zhao Zhongxin was so moved: "Whoa, no one treats me so well except my mother..."

Lin Zhuming felt that the development of the plot was not quite right, so he slapped him, the pain made him gasp, tears came out, and the emotion just now was swept away.

Only then did Lin Zhuming feel relieved, and began to practice sitting cross-legged.

However, it was found that the "Fu Xing" was slightly lit at the place of "Ziwei Fate".

"It's no wonder that rich man Zhou sent me a lightning strike tree today. It turns out that today I have good luck, but where does this good luck come from?" Lin Zhuoming looked at Ziwei's horoscope but couldn't figure it out.

It can only be blamed on myself for distributing money and doing good deeds in the past two days, and the accumulated blessings have manifested.

(End of this chapter)