After Han Sanqian and his party traveled for several more hours, the three of them arrived in the mountains.
Although the straight-line distance from the border town was only a dozen miles, Han Sanqian truly experienced what it means to be just one hand away, which is like thousands of miles away.
Although the mountains are close to each other, it is really difficult to go up and down the mountain on foot without using spiritual energy to fly.
When Han Sanqian walked into the dark clouds ahead, he felt extremely depressed.
The sound of Buddha is already very strong, which relieves the depression a little. Han Sanqian thought it was very noisy when he first heard it. Now that he has listened to it more after walking such a long way, Han Sanqian feels that it is quite cleansing the soul.
For comfort.
"Donor Han, are you wondering why we don't fly but walk?" the old monk suddenly laughed.
Han Sanqian didn't speak, but he didn't deny it either.
"The Buddha's voice is inherently suppressed by the Buddha's power. If you use other spiritual energy rashly, it may destroy the entire complete Buddha's power, and even allow the night demon to find a loophole. If he escapes, he may have endless troubles." The old monk explained with a chuckle.
Han Sanqian nodded.
"Donor Han, we are here." Looking at the top of a towering cliff ahead, the old monk bowed gently.
Looking around, there is a protruding cliff top ahead, like a head protruding from the top of a mountain. There are towering pine trees above. Under the trees, a group of monks dressed in black, with black clothes covering their heads, sit cross-legged and chant, "Buddha".
The sound is whispering.
Following the old monk, the group of three people slowly walked to the top of the cliff ahead.
Once we reached the top of the cliff, the sound of Buddha's voice filled our ears even more.
But before there was time to listen or see more, the old monk had already led Han Sanqian to the edge of the cliff.
As soon as he reached the cliff, Han Sanqian was shocked.
"Amitabha!"
"Amitabha!"
"Amitabha!"
"Amitabha!"
The voices of ten thousand Buddhas all around are coming from below to above!
Below the top of the cliff, at the bottom of the 10,000-meter abyss, there is a large area of darkness, like a huge black heart, beating gently and continuously.
The cliff is surrounded by mountain peaks, and scattered around the mountain peaks are scattered monks wearing black clothes. They closed their eyes and chanted softly, and the sound of Buddha suddenly sounded all around.
Such a scene is so brilliant and shocking!
The battle between demons and Buddhas is right before your eyes!
"Below, there is the Night Demon!"
That huge heart stretches for thousands of meters. Even if you look down from thousands of feet above, you will still be shocked by its incomparable size. Its dark-black surface is as slippery as a snake's skin, making it intimidating.
"It's getting late today, so it's not a good time to take action. Besides, the sky is covered with dark clouds and the Yang Qi is not enough. I'll watch the wind, rain and clouds, and the wind will be nice and sunny tomorrow. Donor Han, let's take action again tomorrow morning, let's see what happens?"
Han Sanqian didn't know how to deal with the night demon, but since the old monk had a plan, Han Sanqian didn't say any more and nodded.
"Buzzy!"
"Disciple is here!" A middle-aged monk hurriedly stopped chanting, stood up, and trotted over.
"Can you handle your matter?"
"Master, everything is ready."
"Lead the way."
"Yes!" After the middle-aged monk finished speaking, he bowed slightly and made a gesture of invitation to Han Sanqian, and then hurriedly led the way.
All the way down from the top of the cliff, after bypassing a low jungle, we entered a forest of pine trees.
The tree is tall and the space is wide, so countless tents have been set up at the foot of the tree, where many monks rest, cook and chat.
"Donor, this is our temporary resting place." After saying that, the middle-aged monk led a few people into the woods.
Seeing the arrival of the four people, many resting monks were ordered to stand up.
"I've met my master, senior brother, and benefactor!"
"Go and do your own thing." The old monk smiled slightly and looked extremely amiable.
The monks immediately bowed and dispersed.
The middle-aged monk took Han Sanqian and walked inside again. Soon, they stopped in front of a relatively large tent. Although it was a tent, it was obviously much cleaner and more atmospheric compared to other tents.
"Donor, this is where you will rest tonight."
After saying that, the monk opened the curtain. Although it was very simple inside, with just a bed and a table, it was still clean and tidy.
"Donor Han, you should have a good rest. I will send someone to deliver some fast food in the evening. Early tomorrow morning, we will kill the night demon." The old monk smiled softly.
Han Sanqian nodded and entered the tent under the leadership of the middle-aged monk.
Suddenly, Han Sanqian stopped, turned around and frowned: "By the way, those friends in my city?"
"Donor Han, don't worry, they are just illusions. They are not seriously injured, they just have demonic energy in them. But as long as the Night Demon dies, they will no longer be able to see those illusions." The old monk smiled slightly.
But in the city at this time, is it really as simple as the old monk said, it's not a serious problem?
Everything seems to be in the mist, invisible and unfathomable.
And this night is destined to not be an ordinary night.
