"Bang bang bang!"

There was no laughter and joy at noon in the entire inn, the ground was full of broken wine bottles and porcelain bowls, and everyone had no joy when singing and drinking at noon. All the rest of their faces were endless fear and fear.

Outside the entire restaurant, there were constant bangs at the door. The force was so strong that it even caused dust on the roof of the restaurant to fall down.

From nightfall, these zombies suddenly became extremely violent and crazy. They knocked desperately, as if they wanted to break into the door.

Everyone hiding in the restaurant could clearly hear the roar of zombies outside.

"Sanqian has been out for almost a day, why haven't he come back?" Fu Mang was frightened and panicked. As for these crazy zombies, once they break through the door of the restaurant, there is no need to think about it. His burly body will be eaten clean in just a moment.

"What are you still standing there? Come here quickly."

Bang!

With another bang, the door was even knocked open, and the tables, chairs, benches and people pushing behind the door were collectively retreating several centimeters.

This instantly scared everyone.

Fu Mang nodded in a hurry and rushed forward.

The other people were together, and no one dared to be idle anymore, and rushed over to the gate.

Everyone knows what the door means when it breaks.

On the street outside the gate, most of the zombies in the city have collectively emerged here. Almost everyone can stand around the restaurant, and there are zombies that are indistinguishable from the first hand. Looking around, they are dense, both terrifying and disgusting.

But what is different from this one is that Han Sanqian has much peace.

The sound of Buddha is lingering and the sound of falling rain is quite peaceful and peaceful.

The middle-aged monk brought vegetarian meals, which were not very luxurious, but also exquisite.

Moreover, he specially prepared a piece of meat in Han Sanqian's bowl.

"Master is afraid that you will not eat well, so he asked me to prepare some meat. However, we are all Buddhist disciples and may not be very good at making meat. If the donor thinks it is not delicious, then..." The middle-aged monk looked puzzled.

Han Sanqian smiled to show his gratitude.

"By the way, this is the Buddha's incense." As he said, the middle-aged monk took out an incense from his arms and then said, "I have always been worshipped in front of the golden Buddha in my temple, baptized by the golden Buddha's light, and will not be troubled by the night demon at night."

After saying that, he lit the fragrance gently, and the smell of ancient sandalwood came to his nose. Fortunately, the smell was relatively light and it smelled good.

"You rest with peace of mind, I'll leave." 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 for Taotie to eat. Although these things are too small for it, they are better than nothing.

Lying on the bed mountain, Han Sanqian did not fall asleep, and kept waiting for something with his eyes open.

Obviously, he was waiting for the Demon Dragon's answer.

Although the old monk's words were impeccable, for Han Sanqian, it was definitely not a complete belief, 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.

Maybe, it is guilty and cannot face itself.

After sighing bitterly, Han Sanqian set his sights on the burning incense. Can this small incense really withstand the night demon's dream attack?

Han Sanqian was a little unbelievable, but when he heard the snoring in the tent next door, he finally closed his eyes.

This sleep was the early morning of the next day. What surprised Han Sanqian was that he had never had any dreams that night, nor did he see the so-called dream demon. He slept very well and sweetly!

As soon as I left the tent, the fresh and cool air in the mountains rushes into my face, making me feel refreshed.

The dark clouds of yesterday were pressing down on the top, but they were completely gone at this time, but the white clouds were still vague and the breeze was slow.

"Master Han, did you have a good rest yesterday?" The little monk Tianer also happened to come over at this time. When he saw Han Sanqian, he bowed slightly.

Han Sanqian smiled slightly: "It's okay, I'm sorry, I'm going to work hard for you."

"You are polite to the donor. You are here for the people of the world. We should do our best to take care of you." The little monk chuckled and said, "By the way, Donor Han, it's still late. Master has set up a great array of demon refining. Let me invite you over."

"good"

Han Sanqian nodded slightly, followed the little monk, and headed towards the cliff top yesterday.

It was only a night before I saw it, but now it is completely different. The trees on both sides were hung with various runes, scriptures and mantras, and the money of incense and wax paper were filled with money. Several gods and Buddhas were hung. The monks yesterday were not wearing black clothes, just like yellow robes, holding wooden fish, counting Buddhist beads, and quickly reciting.

The old monk also wore a golden robe and held a golden magic weapon in his hand. He was extremely mighty and mighty.

When Han Sanqian came to the top of the cliff, he looked around and saw that the monks around him were wrapped in yellow clothes, and the wooden fish tapped, and the sound was swaying.

The scene is extremely spectacular!
Chapter completed!