In the entire inn, the laughter and laughter at noon were completely gone. The ground was full of broken wine bottles and porcelain bowls. All the people also lost the joy of singing and drinking at noon. All that was left on their faces was
Endless fear and fear.
Outside the entire restaurant, there were constant and violent knocks on the door, so powerful that dust continued to fall from the roof of the restaurant.
After nightfall, these zombies suddenly became crazy and became extremely violent and crazy. They knocked desperately, seeming to want to break in.
Everyone hiding in the restaurant could clearly hear the roar of zombies outside.
"Three thousand have been out for almost a day, why haven't you come back?" Fu Mang was frightened and looked panicked. For these crazy zombies, once they break through the door of the restaurant, there is no need to think about it. It only takes a moment for his burly body to break through.
They will be eaten cleanly.
"Why are you still standing there? Come here quickly."
Bang!
With another strong knock, the door was even knocked open through a small gap, causing the tables, chairs, benches and people pushing behind the door to move back a few centimeters.
This time, everyone was instantly frightened.
Fu Mang nodded hastily and rushed forward.
Joined by other people, no one dared to be idle anymore, they rushed over to block the door.
Everyone knows what it means when the door is broken.
On the street outside the door, most of the zombies in the city have swarmed here. Almost every space around the restaurant where a person can stand is filled with zombies that are hard to distinguish. Looking at it, they are so densely packed that it is both scary and disgusting.
But what is different from this place is that Han Sanqian's place is much peaceful.
The sound of Buddha's voice and the sound of falling rain are quite peaceful and peaceful.
The middle-aged monk brought a vegetarian meal. It was not very luxurious, but it was still exquisite.
Moreover, a piece of meat was specially prepared in Han Sanqian's bowl.
"Master is afraid that you won't be able to eat well, so he specially asked me to prepare some meat. However, we are all Buddhist disciples and may not be very good at cooking meat. If the donor doesn't think it tastes good, then..." The middle-aged monk revealed his face.
Difficult color.
Han Sanqian smiled to express his gratitude.
"By the way, this is Buddhist incense." As he said this, the middle-aged monk took out an incense stick from his arms and continued: "I have always enshrined it in front of the golden Buddha in our temple and been baptized by the light of the golden Buddha. I will not be affected by the night demon."
Night trouble.”
After saying that, he lightly lit the incense, and the scent of ancient sandalwood immediately hit his nostrils. Fortunately, the smell was relatively light and it smelled good.
"You can rest in peace, I'm leaving." After greeting Han Sanqian, the middle-aged monk retreated.
Han Sanqian did not eat the rice, but chose to throw all the rice into the storage ring and give it to Taotie. Although the amount of these things was too small for it, it was better than nothing.
Lying on the bed, Han Sanqian did not fall asleep. He kept his eyes open, waiting for something.
It was obvious that he was waiting for the dragon's answer.
Although the old monk's words were impeccable, Han Sanqian was by no means completely convinced, or Han Sanqian was willing to give the demon dragon a chance to explain. After all, they had fought side by side.
However, the demon dragon seemed to have disappeared without any response at all.
Maybe it feels guilty and can't face itself.
With a bitter sigh, Han Sanqian set his sights on the burning incense stick. Can this small incense really resist the night demon's dream attack?
Han Sanqian didn't believe it, but when he heard the snoring in the tent next door, he finally closed his eyes.
This sleep was the next morning. What surprised Han Sanqian was that he did not have any dreams that night, let alone see the so-called dream demon. He slept soundly and sweetly!
As soon as I stepped out of the tent, the fresh and cool mountain air hit my face, making me feel relaxed and happy.
Yesterday's heavy clouds were all gone now, but there were faint white clouds and a gentle breeze.
"Donor Han, did you have a good rest yesterday?" The young monk Tian'er happened to come over at this time. When he saw Han Sanqian, he bowed slightly.
Han Sanqian smiled slightly: "Fortunately, I'll help you."
"Donor, you're welcome. You are here for the sake of the common people in the world. We should do our best to take good care of you." The young monk smiled softly and said: "By the way, Donor Han, it's already getting late. Master has already set up the Demon Refining Palace."
Formation, let me invite you over."
"good"
Han Sanqian nodded slightly and followed the young monk towards the top of the cliff yesterday.
On the top of the cliff, I haven't seen it for just one night, but now it is completely different. The trees on both sides are hung with various runes, sutras and mantras, as well as incense and wax paper money. There are also several statues of gods and Buddhas hung up. And yesterday's
Those monks were no longer in black robes. They were all wearing yellow cassocks. They were holding wooden fish, counting Buddhist beads, and looking at them quickly.
And the old monk was also wearing a golden and red cassock, holding a golden magic staff, and he was standing on the top of the cliff, looking very majestic.
When Han Sanqian came to the top of the cliff, he looked around and saw that the monks around him were also the same as on the top of the cliff. They were wrapped in yellow clothes, tapping wooden fish and making soft sounds.
The scene is extremely spectacular!
"Donor Han, we can start to refine the demon." The old monk looked at Han Sanqian and showed a sinister smile.
