That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

It was already late at night on the third day when Si Huai arrived in Moyang City, the streets were empty, only the sound of night wind blowing.

Moyang City was right next to Lancang Mountain, and when Si Huai raised his head, he could see the overlapping peaks not far away, hidden in the night like a sleeping beast lying down.

He held the folded Fei Hua Chasing Moon Fan in his hand, leaned against the wall and walked slowly forward.

The swords carried by the lords of the Immortal Sect are all high-grade immortal weapons, and his improvised fan made as a weapon is naturally incomparable. They must have already gone up the mountain at this moment, and they are not in a hurry to catch up at this moment. up the hill.

Although it was already late at night when there was no one there, Si Huai could clearly feel that Moyang City was not as prosperous as it was hundreds of years ago, the streets and houses were old, and the teahouses and restaurants that could be seen everywhere in those days are now gone. The flag fluttered, and an unpleasant musty smell of decay came from the dark alley.

Si Huai walked quietly all the way, along the ancient Moyang Street to the gate of the city, only to find that most of the once solid city wall had collapsed, and there were a lot of mud and sand piled around, as if the city wall was about to be rebuilt.

The city gate was tightly closed, and the guard sitting on the bench dozed off. Si Huai stopped and glanced at him. He walked down the road to the foot of Lancang Mountain, and found the upper mountain pass of the mountain road that he and Lingjuan came down that year.

The vicissitudes of life in the world are but a moment, and 300 years have passed. Huaiyin County has changed, Moyang City has changed, and Lancang Mountain has also changed.

Back then, the Lancang River and the Lancang River wound around the foot of the Lancang Mountain. Looking down from the top of the mountain, they looked like two silver ribbons, flowing through every town near the Lancang Mountain. I don’t know when the two rivers merged. It became one, and the name was changed to Enhua River, and even the Lancang Mountain was changed to Enhua Mountain.

Si Huai stood in front of the stone tablet engraved with the three big characters "Enhua Mountain" at the entrance of the mountain road, carefully read the small characters engraved on the side, sighed with some feeling, and then stepped on the stone steps up the mountain .

There are several hills on this mountain, and there are many roads up the mountain, but only this road was built with stone steps up the mountain. It is not a long road, from the foot of the mountain to the Dragon Temple on the mountainside, and then up is Man-made trails.

What he didn't expect was that although the surrounding towns were not as prosperous as they were 300 years ago, the stone steps up the mountain were much wider than before, and there were mahogany handrails on both sides, which was quite grand.

The stone steps have only been repaired for a section to the front of the temple halfway up the mountain, and it is still the position beside the road. The Shenlong Temple, which originally enshrined the golden body of the dragon, has changed its appearance. There is a plaque of "Mountain Temple" hanging on the open gate. There is a faint oil lamp on inside, and you can smell the smell of incense when you get close. There is a god whose name I don't know.

The world only knows that Master Shengchan built a tomb for the demon dragon, but there is no folk classic that exactly records that the tomb of the demon dragon was built on today's Enhua Mountain. The vegetation has changed several times in 300 years. The top of the mountain is no longer what it looked like hundreds of years ago. Perhaps no one knew that there was a Dragon Temple here, let alone that he had been to this place.

Si Huai stood on the stone steps in front of the temple for a while, then turned around and walked towards a towering ancient tree behind the temple, cut his fingers and drew a mantra on the trunk with blood, summoned the man who was hiding in the ancient tree mountain spirit.

This mountain is too big, and after so many years, he can't turn over one by one to find his own graves. These mountain spirits have cultivated here for hundreds of years, so there must be something better than him. of.

What emerged from the big tree was an old mountain spirit, hunched over Si Huai's side with squinted eyes, and then carefully asked, "Excuse me, I don't know which family of monks you are from." ? What is this little demon looking for me for?”

Si Huai directly skipped the question before him, and asked straight to the point: "300 years ago, Master Sheng Chan built a tomb here. You must have practiced in this mountain for some years, but do you know what the tomb is built on?" place?"

"This tomb has been untouched for more than 300 years. Why are so many people looking for it today? Could something have happened?" Lao Shanjing stroked the goatee on his chin and asked in a gossip tone.

"Is that pedestrian four men and one woman, one of whom is a bald monk?"

"Your Excellency, do you know? I saw that they were all wearing fairy costumes. I overheard a few words while they were talking, and then I realized that they went up the mountain to find the tomb of the demon dragon. But they went astray, and they may have fallen into a trap right now." Inside the maze."

The mission of Xianmen is to catch ghosts and eliminate demons, and they rarely deal with goblins and ghosts. They certainly would not think of catching a mountain spirit to ask for directions. There are many obstacles in the deep mountains, but it is not difficult to get out according to their abilities.

Si Huai squinted his eyes and looked at the old mountain spirit, then smiled, and said, "You really know where it is, why don't you show me the way so I don't have to spend time looking for it."

The old mountain spirit shuddered when he heard his words, shook his head and was about to hide in the big tree when Si Huai slapped him on the head, turning him into a small insect with aura, fluttering its wings Wandering around Si Huai, finally resigned to his fate and flew towards the top of the mountain.

The faint green light was extremely conspicuous in the dark night, and the mountain path was extremely slippery after snowing. Si Huai was careful on the road under his feet, and at the same time stared at the old mountain spirit who was taking off slowly in front of him to prevent him from disappearing suddenly.

The more he walked to the top of the mountain, the less and less the road under his feet could be called a road. The trails he stepped on were completely gone, and the weeds grew up to his waist height, and the more lush places could completely submerge him. , can only rely on a fan in his hand to set aside a passage, and move upward with difficulty.

The little spirit insect led him to a mountain wall full of vines before stopping, circling around a place non-stop, Si Huai reacted for a while before he realized what was happening, and picked up a long vine beside him. The branches poked into the vines, pushed aside vigorously, revealing a dark passage.

Si Huai suddenly felt his heart beating very violently, his face gradually darkened, and the little spirit worm almost fell to the ground in fright. It flew leisurely into the passage of the cave.

A finger snapped on the silent mountaintop, and Si Huai put the blue flame ignited by his fingertips firmly on the branch in his hand, and then followed the little spirit worm into it. Every time he took a step, he felt There was a huge wave churning in my heart.

There are no traces of carving in this passage, and the winding and forked roads have been filled up. After walking smoothly for half an hour, I arrived at another exit. A cold mountain wind blew in front of me. Mountain forest, on the left is a cliff facing the abyss.

The twilight of the morning light lit up behind the mountains, and the scene in front of me vaguely overlapped with the picture in memory.

The green light on the little spirit worm's body became brighter and brighter, and it fell to the ground with a "plop" and turned back into the crooked old mountain spirit. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed in a direction behind him, and then he fled away in place with a burst of white smoke. up.

Si Huai stood on the edge of the cliff, lost in thought for a while, and suddenly felt a slight chill on his face, raised his hand to wipe it, only to realize that he was crying.

He thought that Lingjun built his tomb in Lancang Mountain because he once said that he wanted to be buried here, but he didn't expect that Lingjun would build his tomb in the place where he said these words.

Back then, the fox demon had set up a barrier at the entrance of the cave, but there was no barrier or enchantment here. Maybe Lingjun hoped that someone would come to worship him, but Lingjun didn't expect it. The grave was covered with weeds, and the entrance of the cave was covered by vines, and no one came again.

The old wooden stump that was cut down as a table was still planted in place, and the new shoots that had been pulled out had grown into a big tree. The old tree stump was covered by the tall tree cover, and the surrounding round wooden chairs had long since disappeared.

Just now, the direction that Lao Shanjing pointed was a towering tree that was older than the ancient tree he lived in. In the past, two thick ropes were wrapped around the branches of this tree to make a swing. Now the swing has long been turned into smoke and dust over time. , only a pile of lonely graves stood quietly under the trees, and the grass on the graves grew taller than him.

Trembling uncontrollably, Si Huai walked over with heavy steps, pushed aside the overgrown weeds, and revealed the old tombstone in front of the grave, his name was dazzling.

Wu Nian and his group arrived at Enhua Mountain yesterday morning, and followed the direction indicated by Mingqiao's compass all the way. Unexpectedly, they finally walked into the maze. There was a lot of mountain fog at night, and it was not until dawn the next day turned out.

The compass of the fairy gate can point out the places with different breaths, but after spending a night in the maze, something seems to go wrong. They can only give up the compass and use other methods to find it in the huge Enhua Mountain. In the end, he accidentally came to the entrance of the cave that Si Huai opened up.

Several people stood at the entrance of the passage and looked at each other for a while, then lit a fire talisman, held the weapon tightly in their hands and walked inside.

It was almost noon, and the sun became very strong after several days of heavy snowfall, melting the snow accumulated in the crevices of the rocks on the top of the mountain little by little.

Si Huai fell asleep leaning against the old tree stump, and finally heard the sound of footsteps coming from the passage. He raised his hand to cover the glare in front of his eyes, and then opened his eyes to look at the person who came.

They probably didn't expect that Si Huai, who had already left, would suddenly appear in that place, and they all showed surprise expressions, thinking of the grass that had been set aside to make a way in the mountains, they realized that Si Huai had found the way in front of them.

"Why are you here?" Wu Nian asked subconsciously, and felt that something was wrong, he lowered his head and twisted the prayer beads in his hand.

He clearly said that he couldn't come, and he obviously left Lianyun Mansion with the young master of the Sheng family.

But seeing him appearing here now, I suddenly felt some unexplainable feelings in my heart.

Si Huai's eyes lingered over the several people, nodded his head slightly, and finally fell on Wu Nian's face, and said with a smile: "Of course I can't worry about you...you."

Pausing for a while, I felt that this sentence was easy to hear inappropriate, and added: "I am a casual cultivator, and it is not easy to get involved in the affairs of the immortal sect, but this matter is of great importance after all, and the suzerains do not dislike me. My ability is low, so naturally I should put in some effort."

"That's why I would like to thank Mr. Si for your help." Zhong Xun nodded politely, and then asked: "Mr. Si must have real skills to find this place before us. If we didn't follow the path you left, we Can't find it here yet."

"Exactly." Ming Qiao accepted his words in accommodating manner, and asked, "Young Master Si is waiting for us at this exit, but did you find the location of the tomb?"

"Here—" Si Huai turned around and pretended to point to his grave with ease, and led them briskly towards the bottom of the big tree.

Wu Nian quickly walked a few steps and walked side by side to Si Huai, hesitated for a while, and then whispered: "Thank you..."

"Thank you? Thank me for coming in the end?" Si Huai turned his head and glanced at him, with a bit of helpless bitterness in his heart, he only said softly, "I'm just afraid that you will die."

"What?" Wu Nian didn't hear what he said, so he subconsciously repeated it, but Si Huai stopped answering and walked forward quickly.

He removed all the weeds beside the grave, leaving only a small brick grave, with a thick layer of fallen leaves and dust, which looked more embarrassing than ordinary earthen graves.

There is no offering in front of the tombstone, only three burning incense stands abruptly.

The words on the stele had been polished away by Si Huai before they came, and they were mottled like traces that had almost disappeared after a long time. Only the year and month when the stele was erected and Lingjun's Buddha name could be vaguely recognized at the bottom.