He is drawing the dragon's head with his brushstrokes.
Rumble~!
Suddenly there was lightning and thunder in the dark night outside the hall, the wind rose in the river, and white waves rose three feet high. Dark clouds covered the full moon and raindrops fell to the ground. Zhang Yao, who was painting, felt inexplicable fear in his heart.
Old monk Huixian woke up with a start, 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. If it doesn't light up, it will 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 draw a dragon on it, but remember not to touch the eyes."
"No eye-catching?"
Zhang Yao was puzzled and confused. Why couldn't the dragon be painted with the finishing touch?
Huixian pointed at the flashing rainy night outside the palace. Thunderclouds gathered near Jinshan Mountain and 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 is so playful that she gives you pen and ink to draw dragons, but she forgets that dragon paintings contaminated with dragon spirit are prone to trouble. Heed the advice of the poor monk and don't touch the eyes."
"this……"
Without the finishing touch, it’s 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, this junior, won't touch your eyes."
Huixian nodded with satisfaction. Maybe he thought it was unreliable and just 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 a truly eminent monk.
Since the master doesn't allow me to draw eyes, I won't draw them.
Jinshan under the rain curtain, the sound of chanting is murmuring.
…
Inside the city.
Thousands of lights in the bustling night market are 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 Bai wanted 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, and half-awake, he walked in a daze. 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 was illuminated by a lantern. It turned out that the shadow was not a female ghost. I breathed a sigh of relief. She looks pretty 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 in 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 be startled and 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 compared the sun, moon and stars to search for the tomb. 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 Xingchen."
He was hunched over and bandy-legged, squinting at the sky.
The iron ball holds the ant's leg.
"Brother Monkey, you don't understand. I guess the star map was different from what it is today. Countless stars fell during the ancient war 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 past, we have seen rivers change their courses after heavy rains in the Southern Wilderness. Over tens of thousands of years, the ground has changed dramatically.
"Zhi, can you find the entrance?"
"Let me try."
Try to mark a few points and make quick calculations.
I worked until dawn, put away my compass, and used my talent of escaping through mountains to plunge into the soil.
Monkeys squatted at the entrance of the cave to eat wild berries.
Not long after, the monkey made a new discovery...
The furry paw 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 strange. It doesn't look like a tomb there. How can there be a stone tablet? 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 hard 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 tablet is several feet high.
The inscription has been 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 has 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 Tuobei still bows his head, there are only two possibilities.
Either he is not a tyrant, 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 to hear 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 men in the village and took the opportunity to ask questions.
Under the locust tree, an old farmer with a white beard tells stories.
Tie Qiu asked doubts.
"Grandpa, where did the stone monument come from outside the village?"
"Young people come to our village to visit relatives. The stone monument outside our village has been around for many years."
Take a ladle of well water to moisten your throat and continue talking.
"It is said that a long time ago, the stone tablet was not outside our village. It came step by step from the old barren mountain thirty miles away."
The children were immediately outraged. The stone tablet was walking around to deceive the children.
Iron Ball and Monkey looked at each other.
"The giant turtle holding the stone tablet is the mythical beast Baxia, a dragon. Of course, it is just a clone of Baxia. It is said that as long as it carries the stone into the sea, it can put down the stele and transform into a dragon beast. From then on, it can be free."
"But it moves too slowly. It walks at sunset and stops at sunrise. It takes one step at a time."
"I walked and walked with the monument on my back. One night, I finally reached the entrance of the village. Unexpectedly, I was seen by a man with four eyes in our village. He completely froze and turned into a real stone."
"Four eyes?"
"It's a pregnant woman. Adults and children have four eyes in total."
"From now on, the stone monument will be placed outside the village."
