After the relics were broken, the aura in the vicinity was noticeably different.

This is an almost imperceptible change, and only a master like Ye Fan or an experienced person like the empty host can notice it.

Under Ye Fan's perception, he could clearly feel a sullen breath, which was the stuffiness of the land, like a lake about to dry up, making a final struggle.

He Zhifang didn't feel anything, and he asked puzzledly: "What disaster began?" ”

"He Gongzi, go back to the city quickly, it's not safe outside." Kongwen urged He Zhifang to leave, and He Zhifang also wanted to invite Ye Fan to dinner, but was chased away.

Ye Fan looked at the holy mound for a while, said goodbye and left.

"I'll go to Taibai Mountain to have a look, if you are afraid, take the monks and leave Famen Temple."

Ye Fan said to the empty air, and then left alone.

Kong Wen looked at him: "Ye Zhenfo be careful, it may be a drought!" ”

Ye Fan hummed, stepped out of the waves, and directly turned into light and shadow.

He galloped through the mountains and fields, like a fresh wind, so that people could not see clearly.

Passing through many mountains along the way, when it was dark, Ye Fan arrived at Taibai Mountain, the highest peak in the Qinling Mountains.

Taibai Mountain is a huge mountain, the length and width do not know how many, the mountain is connected with the Qinling Mountains, and it is impossible to tell where its bottom is.

After Ye Fan entered the mountain, he felt that the surroundings were even hotter, the land was obviously cold, but it gave people the feeling of being stuffy, as if he was wearing a wet coat and then slowly drying it under the sun.

"Is this the power of the Drymath? It is indeed possible that this ancient creature could plunge Qinchuan into a drought. ”

Ye Fan was secretly surprised, his divine sense spread out, and he went all the way in the Taibai Mountain.

The mountains are undulating, the jungles and ravines are innumerable, and in the night, there is no one else except Ye Fan.

Finally, he reached the Taibai Mountainside, where a bunch of flames were raised.

All around is primitive, and there is the sound of beasts roaring in the distance, which seems to be bears.

Ye Fan sat on the stone, feeling the stuffiness of Taibai Mountain, and his heart was even more suspicious.

"Generally speaking, any vision has a central point, but the vision of Taibai Mountain is everywhere, and the strange atmosphere is overwhelming, how can we find a place to suppress the drought?"

Ye Fan threw fire into the fire, thinking about whether to leave.

He felt that he was too risky, and he might not be able to deal with the drought fish himself.

"Let's go." After thinking for a moment, Ye Fan exhaled a turbid breath and raised his head.

At this moment, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he trembled with fright.

On the dead wood across from him, a thin, hairless, red-eyed humanoid monster was hunched over the fire.

It seems to be a woman, but it has lost its feminine symbol, and it looks like a starving person, lying around the fire.

Ye Fan's back was instantly soaked, and at this moment, he was like an ordinary person hitting a ghost, and an irrepressible awe rose in his heart.

In addition to fear, there is also respect.

The monster in front of him is like the ancestors of ancient China, but it is so terrifying that it makes people's skin numb.

Ye Fan lowered his head silently, pretending not to see it.

He had seen a phoenix, ridden a poor qi, and he was the only cultivator in the world, but he was still terrified when he saw this strange monster and didn't dare to breathe.

"Is it a marry?" Ye Fan's mind turned sharply, and after half a ring, his eyes quietly raised and looked again, but the opposite side was already empty, where were there monsters?

The night is as cool as water, the autumn breeze is over, and the leaves in the forest are rustling, and there is a sense of horror.

Ye Fan cautiously poked out his divine sense, centered on himself, and looked around inch by inch.

100 meters, 300 meters, 500 meters, 700 meters...... There are no monsters.

Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly got up to leave, but as soon as he turned around, he screamed in fright.

Because he didn't know when there was another person behind him.

It's not the monster just now, it's a handsome middle-aged monk.

This monk is handsome, dressed in a simple robe, holding a string of Buddhist beads, as if glowing in the dark, surrounded by countless fireflies.

"Donor, why are you alarmed?"

The handsome monk asked with a smile, he had a little beard, his head was bare, and his eyes were blurred when he laughed.

Ye Fan was surprised: "What are you doing in Taibai Mountain so late at night?" Which temple are you a monk in? ”

"What is the donor doing in Taibai Mountain so late at night?" The monk asked rhetorically, his fingers clasping the Buddha beads.

The more Ye Fan looked at it, the more he felt that he was not human, very dreamy.

"What's your name?" Ye Fan folded his hands in greeting, thinking in his heart that he was really in trouble, and he had to leave quickly.

The monk also folded his hands: "The old man's name is Zhixian, who is the donor's surname?" ”

Zhixian?

Ye Fan was taken aback, Zhixian Divine Monk?

Isn't this the Eastern Jin Dynasty monk in the mouth of the empty rumor? He was the one who suppressed the drought!

"The master is a monk of Zhixian? People who learned from the 20 countries of the Western Regions? Ye Fan asked in surprise, and Zhixian laughed: "Yes, yes, I preach Buddha, but I became a demon, and the donor said it's funny, isn't it funny?" ”

His words were confusing, and he didn't intend to let Ye Fan touch his head, so he sat down after laughing, sat down by the fire and scratched it with a branch.

Ye Fan looked down, but saw that he had drawn a painting.

The painting shows a huge black hole, surrounded by dense ancient people pouring water into it, and in the distance, there are countless people bowing, as if worshipping the sky.

In ancient times, people believed in gods, and it was not uncommon to worship the heavens, but pouring water into an underground black hole was unheard of.

Ye Fan spoke: "What does this mean?" ”

"This is to seal the Drought Goddess, she is so beautiful, but Qinchuan is not a place where she can live, just like the phoenix and the Wutong, the Drought Goddess should live north of Chishui, she wants to wander in Qinchuan, it is not allowed."

Monk Zhixian spoke, his tone gradually lowered, and after a moment, the branch in his hand fell, and his whole person disappeared as if he had never appeared.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still a painting on the ground, Ye Fan would have thought that he was dreaming.

And at this time, he realized that the Zhixian Divine Monk just now was a ghost.

"The monk Zhixian has been dead for thousands of years, and there is still a ghost left in Taibai Mountain, strong and persistent."

Ye Fan bowed to the air, and his heart was shocked.

Yin ghosts are not uncommon, and Princess Nanhuai in Ye Fan's family is a yin ghost. But Princess Nanhuai has a ghost bottle as a shelter, nourished by the earth's qi, and can be resurrected.

But the monk Zhixian is obviously a lonely ghost, wandering in the Qinling Mountains for thousands of years, and today he said something to himself before it dissipated, he has no support, but he has been persistent for a thousand years, not comparable to the princess of Nanhuan.

After Ye Fan said goodbye, he looked at the painting on the ground carefully, thoughtfully.

As he pondered, a sharp roar came from the distant jungle, as if a beast was rushing towards him.

Ye Fan felt a chill rise in vain, his intuition was that the monster had returned, it was coming for Zhixian Divine Monk.

Ye Fan turned around and ran, his true qi was running to the extreme, stepping on the waves turned into lightning, jumping and flying in the jungle, and the strength of feeding was all exerted.

Ten minutes later, he broke away from Qinling, plunged headlong into the highway, and sped on the highway before he saw the car stop.

After taking a few quick breaths, Ye Fan looked back, and in the pitch-black Qinling Mountains in the distance, there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching him.

Ye Fan continued to run, not daring to stop.

It wasn't until he entered a city that Ye Fan's feeling of palpitations disappeared.

He stayed at the hotel and meditated for half the night before returning to normal.

"How terrible, is that the monster of the ancient period of China? Have I touched the tip of the iceberg of ancient China tonight? ”

Ye Fan said to himself, he was frightened, but a sense of excitement rose in his heart.

The ancient China that passed away was the holy land that he was chasing in his heart.

He stands at the top of ten thousand laws, and sooner or later he will be invincible in the world, but this is not his pursuit, he has seen the phoenix, and he also wants to see the glorious ancient Chinese era.

After half a sound, Ye Fan exhaled a breath of turbidity and shook his head not to think about it.

He went to bed to rest, but there was a loud shouting outside the hallway, and he couldn't understand what was being yelled.

When Ye Fan opened the door, it was the group of Indians, all drunk, playing in the corridor, and making trouble with the Thais.

Now the road is narrow, Ye Fan didn't expect them to live here.

The chicken flax master among the Indians saw Ye Fan at a glance, and drunkenly scolded: "Huaxia, you still dare to appear in front of me?" Believe it or not, I killed you hahaha. ”

Ye Fan kicked over directly, and the gang all rolled to the end of the corridor, screaming.

The tenant next to him was alarmed, and when he opened the door, he poked his head out, but it was Yuna Songticha.

She was wearing pajamas, a nose strip on the bridge of her tall nose, and a mask on her face.

Ye Fan looked at her and said coldly: "Take care of your people." ”

Yuna knew that she was at a loss, but she was not convinced, and couldn't help but speak: "Why are you following us?" This is not a holy tomb, so you can't do much. ”

Ye Fan was silent, and raised his hand directly.

Yuna shrank inside in fright, and the mask fell off.

"You guys are here, it seems that you also want to meddle in the affairs of the drought, I really don't know how thick the sky is, so let's die early and live early."