Lowering his head, he saw twenty taels of silver and top-grade pen and ink placed on the table.

Lightning fell on the hills outside the town, but Zhang Yao felt as if it struck him. He was surprised, frightened, happy, and emotionally excited. He could not control his emotions. He really saw the goddess, and it was not a dream!

Picking up the red leaves, I carefully put them into the wooden box with trembling hands.

He hurriedly packed up his silver, pen and ink, pushed open the broken door, held up a broken umbrella and rushed into the rain, running wildly towards Jinshan outside the town. The townspeople thought Zhang Yao was crazy.

Jinshan.

In the temple, Huixian and the other three made a fire to dry their clothes.

It rained heavily on the way to alms.

After all the hard work, half a bowl of rootless water was turned into water. The unfinished temple was used as a place to stay. It was empty and simple, but the view was so good that half of the city could be seen covered in mist.

The flames crackled and the crazy young scholar rushed in.

Get your pen, ink and paint ready and immediately climb onto the wooden stand to start painting.

Of course, when painting a dragon, it must be tangible and charming, so as to unknowingly stir up strange phenomena in the world. Especially along the coast of Jinshan Mountain in Dukou, the wind is strong and the waves are high, and it seems that there are monsters making waves.
Chapter completed!