What I Am Guarding Is Not a Tomb, but a Chinese Dragon Vein.

"Classmate, what does your family do?" "My family... Is visiting graves in Mang Mountain." Zhang Xuanxin lowered his head to pick up the rice, and bursts of laughter could be heard in his ears. No one knew that he would patrol the seventy-two imperial tombs on the seven-star steps after school. No one even knew that the rusty bronze lamp in his schoolbag burned the soil fire left by Dayu when he was controlling floods. Until that day, the water in the Yellow River turned black overnight, and avalanches in the Qinling Mountains continued for three days. The island nation's onmyoji used the technique of "a hundred ghosts to lift a dragon" to steal the core of the Chinese dragon vein. Zhang Xuanxin crushed the amulet given by his grandfather. That night—— Swiss banks freeze hundreds of billions of assets of a consortium. The heroic spirits from the "Hexi Border Guard Map" flew out of the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang. Deep in the Laojun Mountain in Luoyang, three thousand bronze swords broke out of the ground, forming a sky-covering sword array. And the transfer student Song Wanqing, who was always following him and ringing the bell, untied his hair rope and turned into the dragon-tying rope that Emperor Zhou personally gave to the Zhang family. "Report! Unidentified armed forces appear in the Mangshan area!" "That's not armed." The director of national security put down the binoculars and said with a trembling voice: "It's the three thousand pottery figurines that came out of the Zhang family's ancestral tomb..."