New White Snake Asking Immortals

I am painting the faucet with a brush.

Boom~!

In the dark night outside the hall, lightning flashes and thunder suddenly blows, the river blows wind, white waves rise three feet high, dark clouds cover the full moon and raindrops crackle and land, Zhang Yao, who is painting, feels inexplicable fear.

The old monk Huixian woke up startled, as if he saw the dragon on the wall alive.

"Benefactor Zhang...quickly stop!"

The snake demon boy moved instantly, jumped onto the wooden frame lightly, 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 got up quickly, went to the wall and stared at it frowning, as if he felt clouds and mist rushing towards his face, and the dragon that was about to be painted would fly away from the wall at any time. Fortunately, the dragon's eyes hadn't been lit yet.

As the saying goes, you can see the soul in the eyes, and you will be fine if you don't touch it.

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

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

Such a strong dragon spirit!

"Benefactor Zhang, is the pen and ink a gift from the dragon girl?"

"Exactly."

"This thing should not be in the mortal world. It is okay to draw a dragon, but remember not to touch the eyes."

"Not eye-catching?"

Zhang Yao was puzzled, why can't painting a dragon be the finishing touch?

Huixian pointed to the rainy night when the lightning flashed outside the hall. The thunderclouds gathered near Jinshan Mountain, and the sound of thunder was like a dragon chant. .

"Dragon girl loves to play and frolick, and I give you brush and ink to draw dragons, but she forgot that dragon paintings contaminated with dragon spirit are prone to accidents, listen to the poor monk's advice, don't touch your eyes."

"This……"

Painting dragons without finishing touches is like a work without a soul.

"It's good, the poor monk can chant scriptures to dispel the fierce nature of Longhua, so as to avoid disasters."

"OK then,

The juniors don't close their eyes. "

Hui Xian nodded in satisfaction, maybe he felt unreliable and simply meditated and recited scriptures. The moment the scriptures sounded, the thunder on a rainy night seemed to gradually calm down, the white waves of the river gradually calmed down, and everything returned to tranquility...

Zhang Yao secretly felt that the old monk was very powerful, he was a real eminent monk.

Since the master forbids to paint eyes, then don't paint.

Jinshan under the rain, the sound of chanting murmured.

...

In the city.

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

The previously noisy and crowded streets became deserted, the drunks on the street corners vomited loudly, and the rain washed away the dust and smoke, as if the previous excitement was just an old dream.

Maybe a certain white wants to be quiet.

Late at night, dim yellow lanterns illuminate the shore of the lake, down-and-out scholars rush through the streets and alleys listlessly, with wet coir raincoats and bamboo hats, they have to drink turbid rice wine to warm up from time to time, half-asleep and half-awake while hiccupping, and walk in a daze. Lake Road.

In the blink of an eye, there seems to be a woman in white clothes walking lightly in front of her...

The back was sweating profusely and suddenly he was half sober. The woman passed by the door of the inn, and the lantern was lit. It turned out that the shadow was not a female ghost. She was relieved, the long hair was pretty.

"girl……"

Plop, the woman in white has thrown herself into the river!

The scholar hurriedly ran to the water's edge and lay down on the rocks to see, but there was nothing there, the water surface was calm and there was not even a ripple, obviously a woman in white with long hair threw herself into the river just now? why not?

My head shuddered, thinking of all kinds of ghost legends, what if I misread the shadow before!

"Ghost... ghost..."

He stumbled and ran away desperately, so startled that dogs barked and men scolded nearby.

Quiet bottom of the lake.

Bai Yujun raised her limbs and tail casually.

Spread out like black hair, lying on a reclining, half-floating and sleeping soundly.

at the same time.

In a hilly area tens of thousands of miles apart, iron balls and monkeys search for tombs by comparing the sun, moon, and stars. All kinds of equipment and compasses are readily available. There is no need to use the power of gods to search, because both god tombs and fairy tombs are very familiar with the methods of cultivators and can do it. Out shielding concealment measures.

It is easier to find it with ordinary people's tomb hunting methods, otherwise, it depends on luck.

The iron ball, the monkey and the real dragon are friends, and there is nothing to say about luck.

"Zhi, brother Tie, the stars are obviously not right."

Bending over and bowing, squinting at the sky.

The iron ball holds the ant's leg.

"Brother Monkey, you don't understand. My brother guessed that the star map was different from today's. In the ancient wars, countless stars fell and many worlds were destroyed. The star map must have changed."

"Squeak? How irritable!"

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

The iron ball is extremely professional in condensing the star map with spells, and keeps filling in the blank spaces with a few stars. Looking at it, the current area is definitely a geomantic treasure.

Monkey understood.

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

Except for some famous rivers and mountains, the mountains and rivers in various places have changed significantly. I have seen rivers diverted after heavy rains in Nanhuang before. It has been tens of thousands of years, and the ground has changed tremendously.

"Zhi, can you find the entrance?"

"Let me try."

Try to mark a few points, do a quick calculation.

Busy until dawn, put away the compass, and use the talent of escaping and traversing mountains to plunge into the soil.

The monkey squatted at the mouth of the cave and gnawed wild berries.

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

Maopao patted the soil at the entrance of the cave, and it didn't take long for the iron ball to show its head.

"What's the matter?"

"Zhi, my brother, do you think that outside the village in the east is a stone monument?"

"It seems to be true. It's strange. It doesn't look like a tomb there. How can there be a stone tablet? Go, go and have a look, maybe you can find new clues."

The two dwarfs hurried straight to the village, afraid of scaring people, the monkey paws rubbed their faces vigorously and turned into little bald heads...

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

However, the stele is really weird.

The appearance was so inappropriate, Iron Ball even burrowed into the ground near the stone tablet according to the burial custom, but found nothing, except digging out a centipede spirit, and the stone tablet really belonged to the tombstone.

The two boys had question marks on their heads and blank faces.

Wearing a straw hat and rags, he looks like a poor farm boy, squatting in front of the stele in a daze on the farmland.

The stele is several feet high.

The inscriptions have been eroded by wind and rain and are illegible.

The most obvious one is the giant tortoise holding the stele. If you are not mistaken, it should be the mythical beast Baxia, also known as Bixie. Tobei is still bowing his head, there are only two possibilities.

Either he is not a bully, or the craftsman is a dumbass.

"It doesn't make sense..."

The iron ball scratched its head and couldn't figure out why it was here.

The tombstone is right, it will never be designed so that the cemetery and the tombstone are thousands of miles apart, maybe you have to ask the local villagers, listen to fairy tales or something.

Don't underestimate the myths and stories of various places, which often hide local secrets.

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

Under the locust tree, an old farmer with a white beard tells stories.

Iron Ball asked doubts.

"Grandpa, how did the stone tablet outside the village come from?"

"Xiaojia, come to my village to see relatives. The stone monument outside our village is old."

Take a ladle of well water to moisten your throat and continue talking.

"It is said that a long time ago, the stele was not outside our village, but it was walked step by step from the old barren hill thirty miles away."

The children were immediately blown away, and the stele was walking to deceive the children.

The iron ball and the monkey looked at each other.

"The giant tortoise holding the stele is a beast of the dragon clan. Of course, it is just a clone of the stele. It is said that as long as it carries the stele into the sea, it can put down the stele and become a dragon beast. It will be free from now on."

"But it walks too slowly, walks at sunset, stops at sunrise, and walks one step at night."

"Carrying the stele on my back, I walked and walked. One night, I finally reached the entrance of the village. I didn't expect to be seen by a person with four eyes in our village. I was completely frozen and turned into a real stone."

"Four eyes?"

"It's a pregnant woman, adults and children have four eyes."

"From now on, the stele is fixed outside the village."