He is waving his hair to draw the dragon's head.

Rumble~!

Suddenly there was lightning and thunder in the dark night outside the hall, the wind rose in the river, white waves rose three feet high, dark clouds covered the full moon, and raindrops pattered to the ground. Zhang Yao, who was painting, felt inexplicable fear in his heart.

Old monk Huixian woke up, as if he saw the dragon on the wall come alive.

"Donor Zhang... stop it quickly!"

The snake demon boy moved instantly, jumped onto the wooden frame with a slight leap, and grabbed Zhang Yao's hand.

"Ah? Master? Why are you doing this?"

I was so startled that I almost knocked over the oil lamp.

The old monk quickly got up, walked to the wall and frowned, as if he felt clouds and mist coming towards his face. The dragon that was about to be painted would fly away from the wall at any time. Fortunately, the dragon's eyes had not yet been lit.

As the saying goes, you can see the soul in your eyes, and if it doesn't light up, you'll be fine.

He waved his hand to greet Zhang Yao to come down.

When he saw the ink and brush, he frowned again.

What a strong dragon spirit!

"Donor Zhang, was the pen and ink a gift from the dragon girl?"

"Exactly."

"This thing should not be in the mortal world. You can paint it with a dragon, but remember not to add any eyes to it."

"No eye-catching?"

Zhang Yao was puzzled and confused. Why can't the eyes be drawn in a dragon painting?

Huixian pointed to the flashing rainy night outside the palace. Thunderclouds gathered near Jinshan Mountain. The sound of thunder was as loud as the roar of a dragon. The river below the mountain was constantly stormy, like a dragon making trouble. If you light the dragon's eye, something might happen.

.

"Dragon Girl loves to play and play, so she gives you pen and ink to draw dragons, but she forgets that dragon paintings contaminated with dragon spirit are prone to accidents. Listen to the advice of the poor monk and don't touch the eyes."

"this……"

If the finishing touch is missing, it is like the work has lost its soul.

"It's good that the poor monk can chant sutras to resolve the evil nature of the dragon paintings and avoid disasters."

"Okay then, I won't touch your eyes anymore, junior."

Hui Xian nodded with satisfaction. Maybe he thought it was unreliable, so he meditated and chanted sutras. At the moment when the sutras rang out, the thunder on the rainy night seemed to gradually quiet down, the white waves on the river slowly subsided, and everything returned to tranquility...

Zhang Yao secretly felt that the old monk was very powerful and that he was a truly eminent monk.

Since the master doesn't allow you to draw eyes, then I won't draw them.

Jinshan under the rain curtain, the sound of chanting is murmuring.

…

Within the city.

The night market is bustling with thousands of lights gradually extinguished.

The previously noisy and crowded streets became deserted, drunken people on the street corners were noisy and vomiting, and the rain washed away the mundane smoke and smoke, as if the previous bustle was just an old dream.

Maybe I want to be quiet.

It was dark late at night, with dim lanterns illuminating the shore of the lake. The down-and-out scholar was walking all night, listlessly walking through the streets and alleys. His coir raincoat and bamboo hat were soaked. He had to drink a sip of muddy rice wine from time to time to warm his body. He burped and half-asleep, half-awake, and walked to the

Lakeside Road.

Blinking, there seemed to be a woman in white walking lightly in front of me...

Cold sweat broke out on my back and I suddenly woke up from the wine. The woman passed by the door of the inn and the lantern illuminated it. It turned out that the shadow was not a female ghost. I breathed a sigh of relief. She looks good with long hair.

"girl……"

Poof, the woman in white fell into the river!

The scholar hurriedly ran to the water's edge and lay down on a stone. He saw nothing. The water was calm and there was not even a ripple. Apparently a woman in white with long hair had just drowned into the river? Why not?

My head suddenly thought of all kinds of ghost legends. What if I saw the wrong shadow before?

"Ghost... ghost..."

He stumbled and tried his best to escape, causing people nearby to yell at dogs and scold men.

Quiet lake bottom.

Bai Yujun's limbs and tail were raised casually.

Such as black hair spreading out, lying down, half-floating and sleeping soundly.

at the same time.

In a hilly area tens of thousands of miles apart, Iron Ball and Monkey looked for the tomb by comparing the sun, moon and stars. All kinds of equipment and compasses were available. There was no need to use the power of gods to search, because both the gods and immortals knew the cultivators' methods very well and knew how to do it.

Take out shielding and hiding measures.

It is easier to find it using mortal tomb hunting methods. Otherwise, it depends on luck.

Iron Ball, Monkey and Real Dragon are friends, and they are lucky.

"Squeak, brother Tie, something is obviously not right with the stars."

Bent over with bowed legs, squinting at the sky.

An iron ball holds an ant's leg in its mouth.

"Brother Monkey, you don't understand. I guess the star map was different from what it is today. Countless stars fell during ancient wars and many worlds were destroyed. The star map must have changed."

"Squeak? So irritable!"

"Look, here, here and here, fill in the stars."

Iron Ball is extremely professional in condensing the star map with magic, constantly filling in a few stars in the blank spaces. From the looks of it, the current area is definitely a Feng Shui treasure.

The monkey finally understood.

If you want to explore the ancient times, you cannot compare the current mountains.

Except for some famous mountains, the mountains, rivers and rivers in various places have changed significantly. In the Southern Wilderness, we have seen rivers change their courses after heavy rains. Over tens of thousands of years, the ground has changed dramatically.

"Zhi, can you find the entrance?"

"I'll try."

Try to mark a few points and do quick calculations.

I worked until dawn, put away my compass, and used my talent of escaping through mountains to plunge into the soil.

Monkeys squat at the entrance of the cave and eat wild berries.

Not long after, the monkey made a new discovery...

The furry claws patted the soil at the entrance of the hole, and soon the iron ball's head emerged.

"What's going on?"

"Zhi, brother, look at that outside the village to the east. Is that a stone tablet?"

"It seems really weird. It doesn't look like a tomb there. How can there be a stone tablet there? Let's go and have a look. Maybe we can find new clues."

The two dwarfs hurried straight to the village, fearing to scare people. The monkey paws rubbed their faces vigorously and turned into bald heads...

It's just an ordinary remote village in the mountains, the kind you can see everywhere.

However, the stone tablet is really weird.

The appearance was so unexpected that Iron Ball even dug into the ground near the stone monument according to burial customs, and found nothing except a centipede spirit. And the stone stone did belong to the tombstone.

The two boys had questions on their heads and blank faces.

Wearing a straw hat and rags, he looks like a poor peasant boy, squatting in front of the stone monument in the farmland in a daze.

The stone monument is several feet high.

The inscription was eroded by wind and rain and is difficult to read.

The most obvious one is the giant tortoise holding the stone tablet. If I am not mistaken, it should be the mythical beast Baxia, also known as Bixi. It is a mythical beast with a dragon head and a turtle body. It likes to carry heavy loads, which means good luck and longevity. The most obvious feature of Baxia is its head held high. If

With the monument still bowed, there are only two possibilities.

Either he is not a master, or the craftsman is a fool.

"It doesn't make sense..."

Iron Ball scratched his head and couldn't figure out why he was here.

Yes, the tombstones are not designed so that the cemetery and the tombstones are thousands of miles apart. Maybe you have to ask the local villagers and listen to myths and stories.

Don’t underestimate the myths and stories of various places, as they often contain local secrets.

While the villagers were resting after lunch, the two monsters pretended to be children and sneaked into the village entrance. They listened to the stories told by the old man in the village and took the opportunity to ask questions.
To be continued...