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Little Stone carried the stone into the Dragon Temple and raised it to smash the stone statue.

The stone collided with the statue, but the statue's fur was not damaged. Instead, he fell down and almost got his foot hit by the stone.

A voice suddenly came, and he said, "It's useless."

Little Stone heard someone talking, but couldn't see anyone, so he looked around in fear with his little eyes.

There's a guilty feeling as if you were caught doing something bad.

Little Stone: "You, who are you?"

The voice sounded lazy: "Don't waste your time, you can't break it."

I don’t know if it was because he realized that the voice didn’t carry any malicious intent, but Little Shitou became bolder.

"who are you?"

The Voice: "I am a dragon"

Little Stone: "You are not a dragon."

That voice: "I am the dragon."

Little Stone: "My Lord said that the monarch is the dragon. Are you the monarch?"

The voice thought for a moment: "I am not."

Little Stone: "Are you the Dragon God?"

The voice didn't hesitate: "I am not."

Little Stone: "Then you are not a dragon."

The voice: "I am a dragon."

Little Stone: "You are lying. You are not a monarch, nor are you a dragon god. How can you be a dragon?"

The voice fell silent and said no more.

Little Stone stood there stupidly for a while, then ran back to the village.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Little Stone came to the temple again.

He sat on the ground, head down, fiddling with something.

The voice sounded again.

That voice: "You are finally here. I have a way to make you believe that I am a dragon!"

Little Stone didn't even raise his head and continued to fiddle with what he had in his hands.

Little Stone: "Don't you have anything to do all day? Why do you have to prove that you are a dragon?"

The voice: "I don't know, it's because it's boring and no one talks to me."

Little Stone: "Then you can talk to someone else, why are you looking for me?"

The voice: "No one else can hear you. You are the first human to speak to me."

Xiao Shitou didn't ask any more questions, he seemed not interested in the topic.

The voice said, "Come here."

Little Stone: "Where to go?"

"Come behind the Dragon Temple."

Behind the Dragon Temple is a steep rock that has been eroded and weathered into a gray-black color, covered with moss, stunted shrubs, and long, drooping reeds.

After turning two corners, there was a crack covered by weeds.

The voice guided him inside.

Little Stone was reluctant to go in, saying that the crack was the gate to hell and the adults had told him not to go in.

The voice said, "If you don't believe in the Dragon God, then why do you believe in the crack in the ghost door?"

Little Stone stammered and couldn't give an explanation.

The voice said, "So you believe in the existence of dragon gods?"

Little Stone said firmly: "I don't believe it."

The voice explained: "There is no ghost! Believe me, you come in through the crack and you will find my 'home'. Don't you want to be my guest?"

Little Shitou hesitated. Ever since his father died in the Dragon Temple, no children were willing to play with him.

He knew that the adults in the village were saying that his family was evil and that his younger brother was the reincarnation of an evil spirit.

He never believed those words. If no one played with him, he would play by himself. He was not willing to play childish games with them.

Little Stone thought it through and looked up at the crack in the stone.

The voice said, "Will you come in?"

Little Stone: “Yeah!”

The voice said, "See a white butterfly?"

"Come here and follow the butterfly."

The little stone hesitated for a long time, and finally stomped his feet and dived into the crack of the ghost gate.

The cracks between the stones were narrow and damp, about half the height of an adult, and at the narrowest point one could only squeeze through by leaning sideways.