Rain?

Lin Feng was a little abrupt, for the arid land in the northwest, rain was indeed a thing worth celebrating.

In this way, Lin Feng said quietly: "How do you remember so clearly?"

Following his uncle's description, Lin Feng heard a group activity that was not crazy or common.

Pray for rain.

And it is a prayer for rain that is gradually going crazy.

Things have to start from three months ago, don't look at the weather is so cold now, it seems that it is about to gather in 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 in this land.

What's more, this is still on the mountain, in the shade of the mountain, when the mountain wind blows, the already low temperature makes people's cold teeth tremble.

In an agrarian society, it depends on the sky for food, and if it does not rain for a long time, it will be frightened from top to bottom, and even the emperor will constantly play up, looking for the mistakes of his own virtue.

It was like a thunderbolt striking the corner of the palace, which was considered to be God's dissatisfaction with the emperor.

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

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

It means that there are people everywhere.

It means death, it means that life is worse than death, it means that the great terror has come.

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

In addition to the rain, there is no big hope, I noticed that there are signs of a major drought, not only Yangjia Village, this mountain beam, Yangjia Village, Lijiacha, Liujiagou and other villages of the villagers, spent a lot of money, from the county to invite the gentleman to watch the matter, want to invite the gentleman to officiate a festival of the Dragon King Temple.

For this reason, I also pooled money to invite the opera troupe of the county town to sing in front of the Dragon King Temple, a big drama for three days and three nights, and wanted to invite the Dragon King "Longyan Dayue" to have a heavy rain.

It's a pity that the Dragon King doesn't give face.

In the three-day drama, the big guy drained the blood of the family and worshiped the dragon king.

But there wasn't a drop of rain in the sky!

So, under the auspices of the gentleman, they "invited the dragon lord out" from the temple, stripped off the robes, and beat them vigorously with willow branches as punishment!

Even so, the sky is still blue, there is no cloud, and the dryness makes people panic.

In the face of the excited villagers, Mr. made a final move.

"Hunt for the Dryfish."

In the words of Mr. Yin and Yang, the drought is in the mortal world, that is, the corpse that is dead but not transformed, and it is this corpse that hinders the rain god in the sky, so that it will not rain in this day, Mr. took the young man in the village and went to Yazigou at night to find the corpse.

It was said that the body was found, and after it was burned, it would rain.

He said that this corpse is in the duck ditch!

He took the young people in the village and went to Yazigou in the middle of the night, and when he came back, it rained.

Lin Feng's brain automatically distinguishes important words.

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

It's not that he doesn't believe in this Yin Yang Mister's means.

Don't say it's Mr. Yin and Yang in the county.

is Mr. Yin and Yang in the provincial capital, if he has the strength of eight grades, it is almost the sky. ….

Even if it is a Taoist priest, a Taoist priest of the eighth grade, he can go on the stage, recite the Yellow Court, walk the Tiangang, write the table, and take charge of a small Taoist temple - of course, the presiding over the small Taoist temple is not determined by cultivation.

If the Taoist priest who practices Neidan has the true Tao, the eight grades are also very extraordinary.

Bapin is a basket that can be filled with anything.

What's more, he's a seven-pin!

He went to Duck Ditch, went during the day, and died one by one.

The local Mr. Yin and Yang took the young men of several villages to Yazigou.

What did he do?

When he said this, Lin Feng came to the mill, and he stopped there to look

When a group of people set up the firewood, put the three dogs and the baby on the firewood, and prepared to burn the corpse.

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

Contrary to Lin Feng's expectations, the uncle of the three dogs shook his head and waved his hand with some trepidation: "No, no, sir, I won't go."

"Oh? Not going?"

Lin Feng noticed that this person's heartbeat was significantly faster.

Is he afraid of his sister's corpse?

Lin Feng couldn't help but say, "Let's go, go over and have a look."

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

He glanced around, and no one saw it.

The net was silently stuck behind the heads of the villagers.

The flames were so loud that the men thought they had burned the bodies.

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

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

Lin Feng asked him seemingly unintentionally, "The locust tree in front of our village is luxuriant, this is a symbol of the prosperity of the village!"

For the first time, Lin Feng saw a mortal, and his mood was so violent that he could resist a certain degree of netting, his panic, his liver and gallbladder were broken, and the nets began to appear disordered.

Uncle: "I don't know anything."

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

Just as Lin Feng was about to continue asking, his [Unyielding] reacted.

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

The ravens hovered over his head.

Such as in the funeral.

A hoarse and unpleasant sound was made.

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

There are also some Sanskrit sounds mixed in.

Lin Feng kept his mouth shut and didn't ask about the locust tree.

[Unyielding] gradually extinguished.

No more boiling.

Waiting for the fire to disappear, he retracted the net and continued, "Next, what about after going to Yazigou?"

Uncle: "After going to Yazigou, the rain was dripping down a little, and then a group of Taoists came, saying that they came from the Taihang Mountain, and they said that they had a bell to pray for rain, and they only needed to hang it on the mountain, and they said, what is this called praying for rain and worshiping the Buddha.

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

Lin Feng nodded, indicating that he had a plan in mind. ….

In the end, he asked why he didn't look for the gentleman from the county seat this time.

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

Fell to his death......

Back at the village chief's house, Lin Feng said that he could perform the spirit ceremony at night.

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

Lin Feng said to the village chief.

The village chief agreed, and pushed over a half-sized young man, whose saliva was mixed with yellow mud, and it looked very dirty.

Lin Feng didn't care about tearing off a piece of cloth from his clothes, dipped it in some tea, and helped this stupid little baby wipe his face clean.

"Give me this baby's official name, nickname, and birthday, and I will use it at night."

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

Lin Feng took the child with him, took a bowl of water in his hand, and held a fast stick, walked on the road, and walked towards the mill.

In his hand, there was also a yellow talisman, as for what was written on the talisman - Lin Feng himself drew it casually, a standard ghost drawing talisman.

He is

Ghost.

Before leaving, Lin Feng inserted three sticks of incense on the ground, signaling others not to extinguish the incense.

Although this incense is of little use.

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

Subsequently, the paper with the eight characters of the birthday of the three dog babies was burned into paper ashes and placed in a bowl.

I stirred it with my fingers and flicked it out.

I've never seen pork, I haven't seen a pig run!

Lin Feng has a good look.

"Yang Sangou, Sangou baby, come, come to eat, eat in the house!"

"Three dogs, let's eat!"

Lin Feng slammed the porcelain bowl vigorously, dusting the "Fu Shui" aside.

Two people walked on a dark road.

I don't know how many pairs of eyes are silently watching them.

But they don't necessarily get to see the two of them.

Lin Feng was holding a stick of incense in his hand.

Everyone was staring at the incense.

For ordinary people, this road is black beyond their fingers.

But for Lin Feng, the hole is like daylight.

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

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

He just watched as the incense disappeared from the village.

The throat rolled up and down.

His eyes were fixed on the road, and his whole body was nervous and almost frozen.

Something went wrong in the land under Lin Feng's feet.

His face twitched slightly.

Until now, he has been barefoot, and at this moment, his bare feet are stained with some red mud.

Look down.

The road under your feet is a red mud road.

A pile of burned 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 silent, because it was unknown whether his method of knocking on the bowl and calling the soul would be effective.

He just tried.

Does the result really work?

It was the red mud under his feet that made his throat a little tight.

From here, the yellow mud field walked to the red mud field.

Is this how the red clay on his feet came from?

The red dirt didn't "attack" him.

However, the lesson of the previous car, the division of the rear car, Lin Feng did not dare to ignore this thing.

He had walked towards the mill, but had walked for almost fifteen minutes now, and had not reached the mill.

The red mud under his feet has changed.

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

On both sides of the road, there were a large number of sheep and dog bones.

Only one body was intact, and judging by the clothes he was wearing, he was probably newly mourned.

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

This person is indeed not a native of the Central Plains, he has golden hair and a cross around his neck, and Lin Feng doesn't know how to call the soul to this realm.

He grabbed the little hairy child 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 déjà vu called Lin Feng frowned.

This sheepskin bag, and the objects in the black photo left by Mr. Xun.

It's a little similar.

96.

Window peek out in the middle of the night

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