"If the twin demons are released, the death of our generation is not terrible. What is terrible is the innocent lives of all living beings. When the time comes, they will be wiped out."

Han Sanqian understood what the old monk said, nodded, and put the golden bead into his arms.

"The Jingxin beads are not given to the benefactor Han, but to the common people in the world." Seeing Han Sanqian take back the beads, the old monk smiled slightly and said indifferently.

After walking a few more steps, the old monk suddenly asked: "By the way, Master Han, no one else will know what you and I said?"

"What the master means... Don't worry, the soul of the dragon exists in my consciousness. Before leaving the city, I have trapped him. Unless I want to, otherwise, he cannot communicate with the outside world."

In fact, this is also the fundamental reason why Han Sanqian is more convinced of what the old monk said.

The soul of the dragon can naturally communicate with himself in his mind, but from the beginning to the end, he never said a single word to himself, not even a basic explanation.

This can already explain a lot of problems.

After all, without such a thing, wouldn't the Soul of the Demon Dragon not come out to argue?

So, after he left the city, the dragon's soul still didn't explain it.

Even now, although Han Sanqian has never trapped the magic dragon, he does not fully believe in this monk, and is still waiting for the soul of the magic dragon, but it is a pity...

Han Sanqian couldn't even feel his presence!

Hearing Han Sanqian's words, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of the old monk's mouth, but it quickly passed away.

"Han Benefactor is indeed a smart person, without the poor monk saying anything, he can know that the poor monk is asking about the soul of the dragon."

"Han benefactor, let's speed up."

After finishing speaking, the old monk walked forward quickly, and Han Sanqian nodded and followed closely all the way.

When it was approaching noon, the sky was already pouring down with rain, and the sound of the Buddha above the head was gradually suppressed by the majestic sound of the heavy rain. However, none of the three of them stopped, and they still rushed all the way to the mountain.

"Han benefactor, there is still half a day's journey. I'm afraid it's hard work. How about eating vegetarian steamed buns?" After the old monk finished speaking, the young monk immediately took out a bag of cloth from his arms. Steamed bun.

The little monk handed it to Han Sanqian first, but Han Sanqian smiled and shook his head: "No need."

"Benefactor Han is worried about being poisonous, and it's still too crude." The old monk smiled lightly, took the steamed buns handed to him by the young monk, and ate a big mouthful casually.

And that little Tian'er stuffed one into his mouth, and then still handed the steamed bun to Han Sanqian, looking at him eagerly.

Han Sanqian is naturally cautious, but thinking that he is invulnerable to poison, Han Sanqian just wanted to reach out to pick it up, but the little monk seemed to think that Han Sanqian didn't want it anymore, so he took the steamed buns back and caught up with the old man in a few steps. Monk, go forward.

Han Sanqian was taken aback for a moment, smiled helplessly, shook his head and followed.

Looking back at the frontier town behind him, the sun was shining brightly there, and the sky was clear, but in front of him, dark clouds were overwhelming, as if the sky was falling...

When Han Sanqian and his party traveled for several hours, the three of them came to the mountains.

Although the straight-line distance is only more than ten miles away from the border town, Han Sanqian has truly experienced what it means to be just a hand away, like thousands of miles.

Although the mountains are close, it is extremely 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 Buddha's voice is already very strong, which relieves the depression a little bit. At first, Han Sanqian thought it was very noisy, but now that he has heard it a lot after walking such a long distance, Han Sanqian also feels that it is quite cleansing, quite refreshing. For comfort.

"Does Master Han wonder why we walk instead of flying?" The old monk suddenly laughed. JrNovels.com