New White Snake Asking Immortals

Is waving the faucet.

Boom~!

In the dark night outside the hall, there were lightning flashes and thunder, the wind blew up the river, the white waves rose three feet high, and the dark clouds covered the full moon and raindrops fell to the ground. Zhang Yao, who was painting, was inexplicably fearful.

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

"Master Zhang... hurry up and 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?"

Startled and almost knocked over the oil lamp.

The old monk quickly got up, walked to the wall and stared with a frown, as if he felt a cloud of mist rushing towards his face, and the dragon that was about to be painted would fly away from the wall at any time.

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

He waved his hand and greeted Zhang Yao to come down.

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

What a strong dragon spirit!

"Donor Zhang, is the pen and ink gifted by the dragon girl?"

"Exactly."

"This thing shouldn't be in the mortal world. It's okay to draw a dragon, but remember not to put the finishing touches on it."

"Not the finishing touch?"

Zhang Yao is puzzled and difficult to understand, why can't the painting dragon be the finishing touch?

Huixian pointed to the rainy night with electric lights flashing outside the temple. The thunderclouds gathered near Jinshan but did not disperse. The thunder was as loud as the roar of a dragon. .

"The dragon girl is playful and playful, and gives you a pen and ink to draw a dragon, but forgets that the dragon painting contaminated with the dragon's energy is prone to accidents. Listen to the poor monk's advice, and don't put the finishing touches."

"This……"

The finishing touch is like the work without the soul.

"It's good, poor monks will chanting sutras to dissolve the fierceness of dragon paintings and avoid disasters."

"Okay, then, the younger generation will not focus on it."

Hui Xian nodded in satisfaction, maybe he felt unreliable and simply meditated and recited the scriptures. At the moment when the scriptures sounded, the thunder in the rainy night seemed to gradually quiet down, the river and white waves slowly subsided, and everything returned to tranquility...

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

Since the master does not allow to draw eyes, then he does not draw.

Jinshan under the rain curtain, the sound of chanting chanting murmured.

...

in the city.

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

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

Maybe a white wants to be quiet.

It was dark in the middle of the night, the dim yellow lanterns illuminated the shore of the lake, the desolate scholar was rushing all night, walking through the streets and alleys listlessly, his clothes and hats were wet, he had to drink a sip of muddy rice wine from time to time to warm himself up, half asleep and half awake with a burp of wine, and walked in a daze. lakeside road.

In a blink of an eye, there seems to be a woman in a white dress in front of me fluttering along...

Cold sweat broke out on her back and she was half awake. The woman passed by the door of the inn. The lantern was lit up. It turned out that there was a shadow and it was not a female ghost.

"girl……"

Pfft, the woman in white threw herself into the river!

The scholar hurriedly ran to the water's edge to lay down on the stone and saw that there was nothing there. The water was calm and not even a ripple. It was obvious that a long-haired woman in white had just thrown into the river? Why not?

A mind jolted thinking of all kinds of ghost legends, in case I saw the wrong shadow before!

"Ghost... ghost..."

He stumbled and fled desperately, and was shocked to the point where the dogs in the neighborhood screamed and scold the men.

Quiet lake bottom.

Bai Yujun shrugged his limbs and tail at will.

Such as the black hair spread out, lying on the reclining, half-floating sleep.

at the same time.

In a hilly area separated by tens of thousands of miles, iron **** and monkeys search for tombs against the sun, moon and stars. All kinds of equipment and compasses are readily available. It is useless to search with the power of gods, because both gods and tombs have a very good understanding of the methods of cultivators and can do Take out shielding and concealment measures.

It's easier to find out with mortals' tomb-seeking methods, and it's up to luck.

Iron Ball, Monkey and True Dragon are friends, and if you are lucky, there is nothing to say.

"Squeak, Brother Tie, Xingchen is obviously not quite right."

Bend over and hunched over his legs, squinting at the sky.

The iron ball holds the ant's legs.

"Brother Monkey, you don't understand, my brother guesses that the star map was different from today. The ancient wars have lost countless stars, and the world has been destroyed a lot. The star map must have changed."

"Squeak? How irritable!"

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

Iron Ball is extremely professional in condensing the star map with spells, and constantly fills in a few stars in the blanks. Looking at it, the current area is definitely a feng shui treasure.

The monkey understood.

If you want to explore the ancient times, you can't compare the current mountains.

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

"Squeak, can you find the entrance?"

"Let me try."

Make an effort to mark a few points and do a quick calculation.

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

Monkeys squat in the hole to eat wild berries.

It didn't take long for the monkeys to make a new discovery...

Mao Claw patted the soil at the entrance of the hole, and it didn't take long for the iron ball to reveal its head.

"What's the matter?"

"Squeak, brother, look at the stone tablet outside the village in the east?"

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

The two dwarves hurried straight to the village, afraid of scaring people, so the monkey paws rubbed their faces hard and turned into small bald heads...

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

But the stele is really weird.

It was so inappropriate that the iron ball even drilled into the ground near the stone stele according to burial customs, and found nothing, except for a centipede spirit that was dug up, and that stele was indeed a tombstone.

The two boys were full of question marks and blank faces.

Wearing a straw hat and rags like a poor farmer's baby, squatting on the farmland in front of the stone monument in a daze.

The stele is several feet high.

The inscription was eroded by wind and rain, making it difficult to read.

The most obvious is the giant tortoise holding a stone tablet. If you are not mistaken, it should be the divine beast Baxia. Tuobei is still bowing his head, there are only two possibilities.

Either it's not a tyrant, or the craftsman is a stunned young man.

"It doesn't make sense..."

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

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

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

When the villagers had lunch and rested, the two big demons pretended to be children and sneaked into the village entrance, listening to the old man in the village telling stories, and taking the opportunity to ask questions.

Under the locust tree, the white-bearded old farmer tells stories.

Iron Ball asked doubts.

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

"Xiaojia came to visit relatives in our village. The stone monument outside our village is old."

Scoop a scoop of well water to moisten the throat and continue talking.

"It's a long, long time ago~www.readwn.com~ The stone tablet is not outside our village, but came from an old barren mountain thirty miles away."

The children immediately fry the pot, and the stone tablet walks to deceive the children.

The iron ball and the monkey looked at each other.

"The giant tortoise holding the stone tablet is a divine beast and a dragon. Of course, it's just a clone of the underlord. It is said that as long as it holds the stone tablet and walks into the sea, it can put down the stone tablet and become a dragon beast, and be free from now on."

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

"Walking with the monument on your back. One night, I finally walked to the entrance of the village. I didn't want to be seen by the people with four eyes in our village, and it became a real stone."

"Four eyes?"

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

"Since then, the stone tablet has been set outside the village."