Tang San, who was dressed in disguise, packed his bags and was just about to go out, but the true scripture in his arms fell lightly, and after falling to the ground, he automatically turned the page without wind.

The sound of churning was endless, and the unspoken voices seemed to be trying their best to piece together sentences, but these sentences were reversed, and there were no intelligible sentences, and the men and women kept turning out of the book in a low-voiced voice.

And the words and sentences in it also began to reorganize in the chaos, and the words and sentences were constantly reorganized, as if they were kneeling to welcome something, and they were constantly calling for something in the reorganization.

After a short time, the cover of the Sutra showed crooked handwriting that twisted the body like a worm - "The Strange Tale of the Garan".

It turned the pages of the book by itself, and the content of the scriptures in the past was also turned into a story as if it were a chapter back in the body, and the story presented on the first page was called "The Transformation of the Dragon Jiao Gods".

Tang Sanfu just glanced at it, then closed the "Strange Tales of Jialan", and after stuffing it back into his arms, he opened the door and prepared to leave, but there was always a voice in his heart reminding him that after reading that story, he must finish reading it.

This is worse than the itchiness, as if it were a necessary thing that cannot be missing, just as a fish cannot leave the water.

Just opened the door, Tang Sanfu hadn't left yet, and he was sweating like pulp in the resistance deep in his heart.

He thought that even a lost traveler in the desert would not have the same withered description as he did now, and his thin body seemed to have no moisture, as if it only took a light pinch to knead him into a dry powder.

Everything in sight was changing, and shadows were rising from the ground, beating gongs and drums and singing unknown songs.

The trees in the courtyard swayed in the wind, and the flowers and branches were spread, just like the dancing girls who twisted their bodies at a banquet, and they were twisted like whirlpools into angles that were more perverse than twisted flowers.

Twist, loosen, twist, loosen...

Each layer of movement contains an unwritten sentence, which can only be heard in intonation, and then the meaning can be guessed by onomatopoeia.

It's like a human voice, and it's like the sound of a musical instrument, but I can't tell what kind of instrument can make such a strange human-like sound.

「kangroouuu··· anaaaaaa··· dadada···」

Tang Sanfu only covered his head, and there was adhesion of flesh and blood on the door, this adhesion was like a stunted lychee, only a connection with the lychee shell, even if it was torn apart, there would be a part of the flesh sticky to the shell.

Then the flesh secreted a mass of white water, exuding a warm smell that was odorless and fragrant, and he didn't know why he felt such a layer of warmth from the taste, as if his senses had been confused.

The tough confrontation was finally exchanged for unwilling compromise, and when his mind was like this, the book "The Legend of Garan" also appeared in his hands,

Unable to bear it any longer, he opened the book cover, and the pages came to the first page with him, and the whole book, like a giant mouth with a book shell, wantonly devoured some indescribable but real substances in his body.

But with this devouring, the uncomfortable feeling of torment seems to be swallowed up with it.

The story of "Dragon Jiao Shen Molosis" is smooth but extremely cumbersome, and the rhetoric reveals a very deep hidden but can be detected weird, some sentences are nonsense, and some dialogues are also pinched and tailed and jumped abruptly, often the donkey's lips are not on the horse's mouth, but they can be connected to some other dialogues, and some irrelevant descriptions often have complex condescending words.

But even if he stumbled over the reading, Tang Sanfu could piece together a picture of Chu Tang from it.

Yes, this story tells the story of the beginning of Datang.

At the beginning of Datang, there was a famous minister, named Wei Chen, this Wei Chen was the minister of Li Shiming, who was still a Ming monarch at that time, one day, Li Shiming had a dream, and after waking up from the dream, he was sweating profusely, so he called Wei Chen, and Wei Chen described in detail what he saw and heard in the dream.

There is a road that is the eight waters at the west end around the long first, and the eight waters at the west end refer to

The generation is the eight long rivers of Ba, Chan, Wei, Hu, Feng, Waterlogging, Jing and Wei.

Relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and relying on the water to draft, the residents on both sides of the eight rivers also make a living by fishing and ferrying, among which the Jing River is adjacent to the long first, and about the Jing River, there is also a strange and beautiful folk legend.

That is to say, in the eight waters, there are countless dragons, every time the heavy rain enters the night, there will be huge black shadows in the water, these black shadows are thick and heavy, each march will bring the sound of constantly slapping water, these slapping water sounds on both sides of the river even to overshadow the sound of the rapid and dense rain shower,

Sometimes the flow of the eight rivers will also be cut off during the dry season, and some branches will also expose the dry riverbed, and there will also be a thick and indescribable rut on the riverbed, which the old people believe is the trace of the dragon traveling under the water.

Li Shiming's dream is related to the eight waters, or rather, to the dragon in the eight waters.

In the dream, Li Shiming seemed to have left his body and went to the body of a fisherman living near the Jing River.

He knew exactly how to catch fish and how well the fishermen were in the water, but he found it strange that there seemed to be a strange statue enshrined in the fisherman's home.

This bizarre statue is about half a human size, or like a seven or eight-year-old child's body, from the perspective of proportions, under the same proportion, it should be a fat human figure of about three meters, with all four limbs, but you can't find the head and neck, but you can find the scattered eyes, nostrils, and mouth on this statue, but I'm not sure if it's its facial features,

The whole body of the statue presents a white clay-like texture, but it is dry and smooth, like fired white porcelain, but it is like a mountain of wax oil dripping and accumulating after the candle burns. It was found from the river.

At that time, there was a great drought in the world, and the branch of the Jing River where the fishermen were located was cut off and the riverbed was exposed, and in the riverbed they found a mass of rag bags like leather or silk things, slippery and disgusting fishy, the fishermen said that this was the skin of the dragon in the river, and they could take it home to get shelter.

Maybe this is really the skin molt, but as time passes, the skin molt begins to gradually solidify, dry and hard, until it becomes the current appearance.

Until it was enshrined as the dragon itself.

Although there is no major drought now, the fishermen are also forced to make a living, and after worshipping this idol, they put on their robes and hats, carry fishing nets, and step into the dark and deep rainy night.

The sound of the rain striking everything was also muffled by the strange sound of the sudden flow of water crashing on both sides.