But what is different from this side is that Han Sanqian's place is much more peaceful.
The sound of Buddha curling up, the sound of rain falling, is quite peaceful and peaceful.
The middle-aged monk brought the vegetarian meal, which was not luxurious, but exquisite.
Moreover, a piece of meat was specially prepared in Han Sanqian's bowl.
"Master was afraid that you might not eat it well, so he specially asked me to prepare some meat. However, we are all Buddhist disciples, so we may not be very good at cooking meat. If the benefactor thinks it is not delicious, then..." The middle-aged monk showed his face embarrassing.
Han Sanqian smiled to show his gratitude.
"By the way, this is Buddha incense." As he spoke, the middle-aged monk took out an incense from his arms, and continued: "I have been enshrining it in front of the golden Buddha in my temple, and I am baptized by the light of the golden Buddha, but I am not immune to night demons." Night haunts."
After speaking, he lightly lit the incense, and immediately the scent of ancient sandalwood came to his nostrils. Fortunately, the smell was relatively light, and it smelled good.
"You rest at ease, I'm leaving." After greeting Han Sanqian, the middle-aged monk withdrew.
Han Sanqian didn't eat the rice, but chose to throw all the rice into the storage ring for Taotie to eat. Although these things are too little for it, they are better than nothing.
Lying on the bed mountain, Han Sanqian didn't fall asleep, and kept his eyes open, waiting for something.
Obviously, he was waiting for the dragon's answer.
Although the old monk's words were impeccable, Han Sanqian did not completely believe them, or Han Sanqian was willing to give Molong a chance to explain, after all, they had fought side by side once.
However, the magic dragon seemed to have disappeared without any response at all.
Perhaps, it is a guilty conscience, unable to face itself.
Sighing bitterly, Han Sanqian set his sights on the stick of burning incense. Can this little incense really resist the night demon's dream attacks?
Han Sanqian didn't believe it, but he finally closed his eyes when he heard the snoring from the tent next door.
This sleep was the morning of the second day. To Han Sanqian's surprise, he did not have any dreams that night, nor did he see the so-called succubus. He slept soundly and sweetly!
As soon as we got out of the tent, the fresh and cool air in the mountains rushed in, which made people feel refreshed.
Yesterday's dark clouds overwhelmed the top, but at this time they were completely gone, but the white clouds were faint, and the breeze was gentle.
"Han Benefactor, did you rest well yesterday?" The little monk Tian'er happened to come over at this time, and when he saw Han Sanqian, he gave a slight salute.
Han Sanqian smiled slightly: "Fortunately, I'm sorry to trouble you."
"You are welcome, Master Han. You have come here for the sake of the world. We should do our best to take good care of you." The little monk smiled softly and said, "By the way, Master Han, it is getting late. Master has already set up the demon refining hall." Now, let me invite you over."
"good"
Han Sanqian nodded slightly, and followed the little monk towards the top of yesterday's cliff.
On the top of the cliff, I haven�t seen it overnight, but now it�s completely different. The trees on both sides are covered with various runes, mantras, and fragrant wax paper money, and several gods and Buddhas are hung up. Those monks were no longer dressed in black, they seemed to be wearing yellow cassocks, holding wooden fish, and counting Buddhist beads, looking quickly.
And the old monk was also wearing a golden red cassock, holding a golden dharma staff, soaring over the top of the cliff, extremely mighty.
When Han Sanqian came to the top of the cliff and looked around, the monks around him were also wrapped in yellow clothes like the top of the cliff.
The scene is extremely spectacular!
"Han Benefactor, we can start refining demons." The old monk looked at Han Sanqian with a sinister smile. JrNovels.com