In the southwest of Yingtan, Jiangxi, there is the dragon and tiger mountain called the ancestral garden of Taoism. Since ancient times, many cultivators and literati have come here, and they have been intoxicated and lingered.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the three of them strolled along the mountain road, one of them leading the way, and the other two walked side by side for a distance of about ten paces behind. The taller of the two was a middle-aged man, his face was expressionless and preoccupied, and beside him was a thin young man who was half a head shorter, his face was hungry and his expression was very depressed, whether he would stumble on his feet and stagger.

These two people had no intention of watching the majestic scenery on the side of the road, and they didn't care whether there was really a magic elixir refined by the Taoist Heavenly Master on this Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

"Where are you taking us?" the tall middle-aged man suddenly stopped and asked in a loud voice to the man leading the way.

The black-robed guide also stopped, turned slowly, and a pair of huge green eyes appeared under the brim of his hat, and looked at the middle-aged man, but he didn't say anything, and after a while, he turned around and walked forward again.

"Son of a bitch!" the middle-aged man scolded fiercely, and then walked forward, the young man next to him didn't say a word or look at anyone in the process, just stopped sluggishly, and then walked.

These two people are Luo Wencheng and Jiang Huanghuang, a poor person and a ridiculous person. On that day, Luo Wencheng rushed to Jiang Huanghuang's house and witnessed the tragic situation of the Jiang family, he let Jiang Huanghuang cry on his shoulder for a long, long time, and when Jiang Huanghuang was tired of crying, he hastily buried his parents, and then involuntarily took Jiang Huanghuang to leave Jiangjia Village, left their hometown, and rushed all the way to the place he and Zhao Gongming agreed on, Jiangxi, a place where neither of them had ever been. Along the way, Jiang Huanghuang barely had anything to say to Luo Wencheng, and Luo Wencheng knew that he was uncomfortable, so he let him go.

When he arrived in Jiangxi, he went to Yingtan again, Luo Wencheng rented a hotel near Longhu Mountain and waited quietly for news from Zhao Gongming, but after half a month, the old guy had no news, as if he had forgotten the agreement with Luo Wencheng.

Luo Wencheng began to go manic, walking around the house every day, and smashing everything in the house. And Jiang Huanghuang sat by the window smashed by Luo Wencheng every day, stunned.

Finally, in the afternoon of this day, someone knocked on the door, Luo Wencheng couldn't wait to open the door, and saw a person wearing a black robe with a low brim standing outside the door.

Luo Wencheng asked him if he was sent by Zhao Gongming, and the man didn't say anything, just shook his head, motioned for Luo Wencheng to go with him, and then turned to leave.

Luo Wencheng immediately pulled Jiang Huanghuang, who was in a daze, to follow the footsteps of the man, but unexpectedly was led around by that guy to this Dragon and Tiger Mountain, which enjoys the reputation of the world.

At this moment, Luo Wencheng shook off Jiang Huanghuang, strode to the side of the guide, grabbed his hand, and when he grabbed the guy's slender arm, he couldn't help but be taken aback. Through the wide sleeves, he caught a piece of white bone!

"You, are you a human or a ghost!" Luo Wencheng asked in a deep voice, and then pulled sharply, the man did not move, but stopped.

After a while, the man slowly turned his head and faced Luo Wencheng, and then took off the hat on his head!

"You!" Luo Wencheng shouted in shock, and then subconsciously took two steps back. In front of him, where was the person in the black robe, it was clearly the evil ghost who had escaped from hell! Next to his hideous face was like a mass of polyps, a pair of fangs were exposed on his wide mouth, and two bulb-like green eyes were flashing, staring at Luo Wencheng deadly, unable to see what was going on in it.

The ghost-faced man stared at Luo Wencheng for two minutes, Luo Wencheng clenched his fists, as if facing a great enemy, and sweat continued to drip from the heart of his fists to the ground.

The Ghostface brought back his hat, turned and continued to walk forward, Rowan stood in place, and after a moment he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to follow the Ghostface forward.

Jiang Huanghuang walked to Luo Wencheng's side and asked softly, "Big brother, that guy is not human, right?"

Luo Wencheng turned his head and glanced at Jiang Huanghuang, a little surprised, after all, this was the first time Jiang Huanghuang took the initiative to talk to him in the past half a month. He turned his head, Jiang Huanghuang didn't ask anything anymore, Luo Wencheng didn't say anything, and the two walked forward in unison.

Unconsciously, the sun completely submerged into the horizon, and a breeze blew in the valley, Luo Wencheng and Jiang Huanghuang followed the ghost-faced man to Tianmen Mountain and came to the vicinity of the waterfall.

Next to the waterfall, an old man leaned over and looked up at the waterfall rushing down, and there were words in his mouth, as if he was reciting a poem by someone. It was not broken by the three people who slowly walked towards him at all.

"Coming?" When the three of them walked to a position less than five meters away from him, the old man reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the waterfall and asked with a grin at Luo Wencheng. This old man is none other than Zhao Gongming, whom Luo Wencheng dug out from underground.

"You don't want me to come, do you?" Luo Wencheng was not in the mood to smile with Zhao Gongming, he directly scolded Zhao Gongming.

The ghost-faced man standing on the side saw that Luo Wencheng was rude to his master, and immediately took a step forward.

Zhao Gongming waved his hand and motioned for the ghost-faced man to retreat, and the ghost-faced man spit out a mouthful of black turbidity, walked towards the Tianmen Mountain Waterfall, and then walked directly into the waterfall. Jiang Huanghuang was stunned, and he regained a little vitality for a while.

"Come on, come and sit in my room!" Zhao Gongming waited for the ghost-faced man to walk into the waterfall before he opened his mouth in a quiet way, and then left on his own regardless of whether Luo Wencheng agreed or not.

Luo Wencheng also had no choice but to follow him over a hill and come to a wooden house built on the top of the mountain.

The cabin looked like it had just been built, and every piece of wood was brand new, but it still had a faint crumbling feeling. Zhao Gongming was the first to walk into the wooden house, and Luo Wencheng and Jiang Huanghuang followed in. There was nothing in the room except a table and a few benches.

Zhao Gongming entered the house and sat down and made a pot of tea, Luo Wencheng had no intention of drinking tea, just sat and overlooked the faintly visible Tianmen Mountain Waterfall, Jiang Huanghuang seemed to have walked too much and had a dry mouth, and drank three cups of tea in a row before stopping.

"Why did you call me to Jiangxi?" Luo Wencheng looked at the waterfall for a while and turned around and asked.

"Because here's what you want!" Zhao Gongming said straight to the point.

"You didn't lie to me?" Luo Wencheng asked in a skeptical tone.

"You think I've lied to you, and you'll go down the mountain now!, but if the painting is taken away first, it's no wonder I'm not going to blame!" Zhao Gongming said nonchalantly, and then drank a cup of tea.

"Okay, then I'll believe you once, where is the painting?" Luo Wencheng asked after hesitating for a moment.

"Where is it? I don't know!" Zhao Gongming gently put down the teacup and spread his hands.

"You, are you fooling me?" After listening to Zhao Gongming's words, Luo Wencheng immediately lost his temper.

"Where did I fool you, I have a painting in Jiangxi Province, but I don't know where it is, it's a huge province, if I knew that I couldn't just go and get it, why would I look for you?" Zhao Gongming shook his head and said.

Luo Wencheng lowered his head and pondered for a while, feeling that this seemed to be the truth, so he stopped talking.

"You go down the mountain overnight, go all the way north, find that son surnamed Xiao, maybe you can get two paintings at once!" Zhao Gongming drank two cups of tea by himself, and then suddenly said such a sentence.

"The surname Xiao?" Luo Wencheng raised his eyes to look at Zhao Gongming, and the man in the dream unconsciously appeared in his mind.

"You know who it is, let's go, I'm sleepy, I'll let C accompany you, he will show you the way, if there is anything, I will send someone to find you again!" Zhao Gongming stretched his waist and said lazily.

Luo Wencheng pondered for a while, then stood up and said a word to Jiang Huanghuang, who was looking at the empty teacup in a daze.

"You go alone!" Zhao Gongming interrupted Luo Wencheng, grabbed Jiang Huanghuang, and then continued: "This son stays with me, I'll teach him something and then let him go to you!"

Luo Wencheng glanced at Zhao Gongming and then at Jiang Huanghuang, at a loss.

"He, he's my master!" Jiang Huanghuang finally spoke, and his words were amazing.

Luo Wencheng was suddenly puzzled by the eighth monk.

"Let's go, it's getting dark, it's going to be difficult to go down the mountain!, if you want to know, I'll find time to tell you!" Zhao Gongming pouted and yawned again, as if he was extremely sleepy.

At this time, Luo Wencheng was full of the treasure map with the gun-wielding generals and the palace full of gold in his dreams, and he didn't care too much, so he strode out of the wooden house. But after a while, he walked back and asked, "Who is C?"

Zhao Gongming did not answer, but pointed in the direction of Tianmen Mountain Waterfall.

Luo Wencheng turned his head and looked at the waterfall, and a ghost-faced man in a black robe walked out of the waterfall, and he took off towards the wooden house.

Luo Wencheng couldn't help but shudder when he thought of his hideous face and skeletal arms. At this moment, the ghost-faced man came to the wooden house and stood beside Luo Wencheng.

"Don't be afraid, your own person, if you have anything, you can tell him to do it!" Zhao Gongming joked after seeing Luo Wencheng's expression.

"Afraid?" Luo Wencheng sneered and strode away, and the ghost-faced man followed him, descending the mountain one after the other.

"Let's go too!" After Luo Wencheng left, Zhao Gongming stood up and whispered to Jiang Huanghuang, and then dragged Jiang Huanghuang out of the wooden house.

At the same time, a man named Xiao Ran went out of the house with a wooden box on his back and headed south!

On Longhu Mountain, a short figure suddenly appeared, and whispered: "Longhu Mountain, Longhu Mountain, there is a tiger coming down the mountain today, and there is a dragon diving in the abyss in his day!"