Beside him, stood a young monk, about ten years old, who was well behaved, with a bit of cuteness on his childish face, and a child's romp in his innocent eyes.
When he saw Han Qianqian, the old monk bowed slightly: "Amitabha Buddha, good and kind!"
Han Qianqian also bowed slightly.
"Master Han has indeed not disappointed the old monk, so follow the old monk."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the old monk turned around and walked towards the front, followed by Han Qianqian.
The three of them walked through the bamboo forest and headed for the deep mountains in the distance.
The darker they went, the thicker the darkness became. Not to mention the superhuman divine sense of an expert like Han Qianqian, even an ordinary person could notice that this incomparably evil demonic qi was getting heavier and heavier, even making people feel that the gloomy wind was piercing to the bone and chilling to the marrow.
Even the blue sky overhead was cloudy at the moment, and when we came out of the bamboo forest, even without the shade, it was still incomparably dark in front of us.
"These are the demonic Qi of the Night Demon." The old monk faintly and said.
"Didn't I hear that the Night Demon is invincible only at night in the dream world, while he is very debilitated during the day?" Han Qianqian frowned and said.
"Who told you that?" The old monk said in slight wonder.
Han Qianqian did not say anything anymore, this situation was obviously told by the Devil Dragon, earlier it was because he believed the Devil Dragon, so naturally there was no need to say more, but now, the Devil Dragon and the Night Demon were in cahoots, so naturally the words could not be trusted.
"Dragons are born lustful, and lustfulness leads to chaos, although not all dragons are like this, most are far more than a small number, as the saying goes, rivers and mountains are easy to change, but their nature is hard to change, Master Han, do not believe their words gullibly." The old monk said in a faint soft voice.
"I know." Han Qianqian nodded his head and said.
"Tian'er!"
"Master, Tian'er is here."
"Give the Meditation Pearl to Grandmaster Han." The old monk said softly.
"Huh?" The young monk faintly froze, quietly glanced at Han Qianqian and quietly said, "Master, the Meditation Pearl is the secret treasure of my temple, not to mention outsiders, even people in the temple who have not attained the position of Sect Leader are absolutely not allowed to touch the Meditation Pearl, you ......"
"Tian'er, the so-called rules are made for people, the purpose is to form a square circle and do the right thing. But if the rules get in the way of that, its meaning will cease to exist."
Hearing these words, the young monk nodded and fished out a small golden bead from his bosom, handing it to Han Qianqian.
It was obvious that although the small, earth-coloured bead was golden, it was filled with a faint shimmering light, and it was absolutely extraordinary at first glance.
"My temple's meditation pearl can tend to good fortune and avoid harm, and fix the mind, so ten thousand demons cannot invade it, and a thousand evils cannot harm it, so if you carry it on your body, these demonic energies will be much lower, and it will naturally affect you better." After the young monk finished handing it over, he followed the old monk and said to Han Qianqian without looking back.
Han Qianqian looked at the bead and said, "Master, although Qianqian is not a supreme expert, he at least has the ability to protect himself, although the demonic Qi here is extremely heavy, it actually has little effect on me, so you should take it to someone who needs it."
After saying this, Han Qianqian handed over the bead and wanted to return it.
The old monk did not even extend his hand and smiled gently, "The old cassock knows very well that the most suitable thing should be given to the most suitable person to use. Although you, monk Han, are a superb person, I know this very well, but the Night Demon is also an extraordinary thing, it is an ancient demon with superb skills, and its demonic energy is even more evil.
"But for you, Master 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 an incredible and incalculable inversion, then, with your ability to transform into a demon and the power of the Night Demon, how can our monk be a match?"
"If the twin demons are released, the death of my generation is not frightening, what is frightening is the innocent lives of this multitude of people, when the time comes, it will be ashes to ashes, ah."
At the old monk's words, Han Qianqian understood, nodded his head and put the golden bead away in his arms.
"The meditation pearl is not given to Master Han, it is given to the world's living beings." Seeing Han Qianqian retrieve the bead, the old monk smiled faintly and spoke indifferently.
After walking a few more steps, the old monk suddenly asked, "By the way, Master Han, what you and I have said will not be known to others, right?"
"Master's meaning is ...... this you can rest assured, the Demon Dragon's soul exists in my consciousness, before leaving the city, I have trapped him, unless I wish, otherwise, he cannot communicate with the outside world."
In fact, this was the fundamental reason why Han Qianqian was even more convinced of what the old monk had said.
The Devil Dragon's Soul could naturally communicate with itself in its mind, but from the beginning to the end, he had never said even a single word to himself, not even a basic explanation.
This alone was already quite telling.
After all, without such a thing, would the Demon Dragon's Soul not come out and argue?
So, all the time he waited until after he left the city, this Demon Dragon's Soul yet still had no explanation.
Even now, although Han Qianqian has never trapped a demon dragon, he does not believe all of this monk's and is still waiting for the spirit of the demon dragon, but unfortunately ......
Han Qianqian can't even feel his presence!
Hearing Han Qianqian's words, a meaningful smile gently emerged from the corner of the old monk's mouth, but it quickly flickered away.
"Master Han is indeed a wise man, without the need for the poor monk to say anything more, he can know that what the poor monk is asking about is the soul of that demonic dragon."
"Master Han, let's speed up our steps."
After saying this, the old monk walked quickly towards the front, while Han Qianqian also nodded and followed closely all the way.
As it neared noon, the sky was already pouring with rain, and the sound of the Buddha's voice above their heads was gradually suppressed by the pounding rain, but none of the three of them stopped, still hurrying all the way to the great mountain.
"Master Han, there is still half a day's journey to go, I am afraid it will be hard, why don't you eat writing vegetarian buns?" When the old monk finished speaking, the young monk immediately took out a bag of cloth from his bosom, and after opening it, there were several steamed buns.
The young monk handed them to Han Qianqian first, but Han Qianqian smiled and shook his head, "No need."
"Master Han is worried that it is poisonous, or too bland." The old monk smiled gently and took the steamed bun handed to him by the young monk, but he very casually took a large bite straight away.
And that little Tian'er also stuffed one into his mouth, and then, still handing the steamed bun to Han Qianqian, looked at him blearily.
Han Qianqian was naturally cautious, but thinking that he was invulnerable to all poisons, Han Qianqian just wanted to reach out and take it, but the little monk seemed to have thought that Han Qianqian didn't want it and took the steamed bun back, catching up with the old monk with a few steps and walking forward.
Han Qianqian was slightly stunned, and with a bitter smile, he shook his head and followed him.
Looking back at the border town behind him, the sun was shining brightly and the sun was shining brightly, while ahead, dark clouds were pressing down, as if the sky was falling...