Next to him, stood a little monk, about ten years old. He was very well-behaved, with a bit of cuteness on his immature face, and the innocence of a child in his innocent eyes.
Seeing Han Sanqian, the old monk bowed slightly and said, "Amitabha, you are so good!"
Han Sanqian also bowed slightly.
"As expected, Donor Han never let me down and followed my lead."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old monk turned around and walked forward, followed closely by Han Sanqian.
A group of three people walked through the bamboo forest and walked toward the mountains in the distance.
The deeper you go, the thicker the black energy becomes. Not to mention the superhuman consciousness of a master like Han Sanqian, even ordinary people can detect that this extremely evil energy is getting stronger and stronger, and it can even make people feel the biting wind and cold.
The wind enters the marrow.
Even the blue sky above the head was covered with clouds at this time. Coming out of the bamboo forest, even if there was no cover, the eyes were extremely dark.
"These are the evil spirits of the night demon." The old monk said slightly.
"Didn't you hear that the Night Demon is invincible only in dreams at night, and that he is very weak during the day?" Han Sanqian frowned.
"Who told you?" the old monk asked slightly curiously.
Han Sanqian didn't speak. This situation was obviously told to him by the demon dragon. Previously, he believed in the demon dragon, so there was no need to say anything. But now, the demon dragon and the night demon are in the same group, so it is no longer credible.
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"Dragon nature is born with lust, and lust leads to promiscuity. Although not all dragons are like this, most of them are far more than a small number. It is said that the country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. Donor Han, please do not believe their words." The old monk said softly.
"I understand." Han Sanqian nodded.
"Tian'er!"
"Master, Tian'er is here."
"Give the Jingxin Pearl to Donor Han." The old monk said softly.
"Ah?" The young monk was stunned for a moment, glanced at Han Sanqian quietly, and whispered: "Master, the Jingxin Pearl is the secret treasure of our temple. Don't talk about outsiders. Even if you are a person in the temple, you will definitely not be the head of the temple."
You can’t touch the meditation beads, you..."
"Tian'er, the so-called rules are established for people. The purpose is to create a square circle and do things conveniently. But if the rules hinder these, its meaning will no longer exist."
When the young monk heard this, he nodded, took out a small golden bead from his arms, and handed it to Han Sanqian's hand.
It can be seen that although these small earth-colored beads are full of gold, there is a faint shimmer inside, which is definitely extraordinary at first glance.
"Our temple's meditation beads can attract good luck, avoid harm, and stabilize the mind. Therefore, all evil spirits cannot invade it and thousands of evil spirits cannot harm it. If you carry it with you, these evil spirits will be reduced a lot, and the impact on you will be natural.
Even better." After the young monk finished handing over, he followed the old monk and said to Han Sanqian without looking back.
Han Sanqian looked at his eyes and said: "Master, although Sanqian is not a top master, he at least has the ability to protect himself. Although the demonic energy here is extremely heavy, it actually has little effect on me. You should take it away."
Give it to those in need.”
After saying that, Han Sanqian handed over the beads and wanted to hand them back.
The old monk didn't even stretch out his hand and smiled softly: "I know very well that the most suitable things should be used by the most suitable people. Donor Han, although you are extraordinary, I know this very well, but the Night Demon is also extraordinary.
The thing is an ancient demon with extraordinary methods, and the demonic energy is very evil. The monks in my temple are not afraid of it. At best, it will only lead to death, which is considered a meritorious deed."
"But as for you, Donor Han, if you are disturbed by the demonic energy of the night demon, it is very likely that the demonic blood in your body will undergo incredible and incalculable reverse changes. At that time, with your ability to transform into demons, you will be able to
With the power of demons, how can the monks of our temple be your opponent?"
"If the two demons are released, our death will not be terrible. What is terrible is that the innocent lives of all living beings will be wiped out."
After the old monk said something, Han Sanqian finally understood. He nodded and took the golden bead into his arms.
"The Jingxin beads are not given to Donor Han, but to all the people in the world." Seeing Han Sanqian take back the beads, the old monk smiled slightly and said calmly.
After walking a few more steps, the old monk suddenly asked: "By the way, Donor Han, no one else will know what you and I said, right?"
"Master means... don't worry, the Demonic Dragon Soul exists in my consciousness. I have trapped him before leaving the city. Unless I am willing, he will not be able to communicate with the outside world."
In fact, this is the fundamental reason why Han Sanqian is more convinced of what the old monk said.
The Demon Dragon Soul can naturally communicate with him in his mind, but from beginning to end, he has never said a single word to himself, not even a basic explanation.
This can already explain a lot of problems.
After all, if there was no such thing, wouldn't Dragon Soul come out to argue?
Therefore, after waiting for him to leave the city, there was still no explanation for the Demonic Dragon Soul.
Even now, although Han Sanqian has never trapped a demon dragon, he does not fully believe in this monk. He is still waiting for the soul of the demon dragon, but it is a pity...
Han Sanqian couldn't even feel his presence!
Hearing Han Sanqian's words, a meaningful smile gently appeared on the corner of the old monk's mouth, but it quickly passed away.
"Donor Han is indeed a smart man. He doesn't need to say anything to know that the monk is asking about the soul of the devil dragon."
"Donor Han, let's speed up our pace."
After saying that, the old monk walked forward quickly, and Han Sanqian nodded and followed closely.
As noon approached, the sky was already pouring with heavy rain, and the sound of the Buddha above their heads was gradually suppressed by the sound of the heavy rain. However, none of the three of them stopped and continued to rush towards the mountains.
"Almsgiver Han, we still have half a day's journey. I'm afraid it's going to be hard. How about some vegetarian steamed buns?" After the old monk finished speaking, the young monk immediately took out a bag of cloth from his arms. After opening it, there were several
Steamed bun.
The young monk handed it to Han Sanqian first, but Han Sanqian smiled and shook his head: "No need."
"Donor Han was worried that it was poisonous, but it was still too crude." The old monk smiled softly, took the steamed bun handed to him by the young monk, and took a big bite of it very casually.
The little Tian'er also stuffed one into his mouth, then handed the bun to Han Sanqian and looked at him eagerly.
Han Sanqian was naturally cautious, but considering that he was invulnerable to poison, Han Sanqian was about to reach out to pick it up, but the young monk seemed to have thought that Han Sanqian didn't want it, so he took the bun back and caught up with the old man in a few steps.
Monk, walk forward.
Han Sanqian was stunned for a moment, smiled helplessly, shook his head and followed.
Looking back at the border town behind me, the sun was shining brightly, and the sky was clear. In front of me, dark clouds were pressing down, as if the sky was falling...
