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Next to him was a little monk standing, about ten years old, and he was extremely well-behaved, with a bit of cuteness on his extremely tender face, and innocent eyes with a childlike romance.

When he saw Han Sanqian, the old monk bowed his body slightly: "Amitabha, how good it is!"

Han Sanqian also bowed slightly.

"Thank you, indeed, did not disappoint me, and let me go with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old monk turned around and walked forward, and Han Sanqian followed closely behind.

A group of three people walked through the bamboo forest and walked into the deep mountains in the distance.

The more you go in, the black air becomes stronger and stronger. Not to mention the superhuman consciousness of a master like Han Sanqian, even ordinary people can detect the yin and evil demonic energy becoming more and more heavy, and even make people feel that the yin wind is thrilling and the cold wind enters the marrow.

Even the blue sky above my head was covered with clouds at this time. When it came out of the bamboo forest, even if there was no cover, it was extremely dark in front of me.

"These are all the demonic energy of the Night Demon." The old monk said slightly.

"Didn't you hear that Night Demon is invincible in dreams at night, and he is very weak during the day?" Han Sanqian said with a frown.

"Who told you?" the old monk said strangely.

Han Sanqian didn't say anything anymore. It was obviously the Demon Dragon told him about this situation. He used to believe in the Demon Dragon, so there was no need to say much. But now, the Demon Dragon and the Night Demon are in the same group, so naturally the words are not trustworthy.

"The dragon is born with lust, and lust is chaotic. Although not all dragons are like this, most of them are far more than a small number. The so-called "the country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change. Don't believe their words easily." The old monk said softly.

"I understand." Han Sanqian nodded.

"Tian'er!"

"Master, the sky is here."

"Give the Jingxin Bead to Donor Han." The old monk said softly.

"Ah?" The little monk was slightly stunned, looked at Han Sanqian quietly, and whispered: "Master, Jingxinzhu is the secret treasure of my temple. Don't talk about outsiders, even if he is a person in the temple, he must not touch Jingxinzhu without obtaining the position of the head. You..."

"Tian'er, the so-called rules are established for people, and the purpose is to achieve square and round and do things easily. But if rules hinder these, their meaning will no longer exist."

When the little monk heard this, he nodded, took out a small golden bead from his arms, and handed it to Han Sanqian's hand.

It can be seen that although these earth-colored beads are full of golden color, they are shining with a faint light inside, which is absolutely extraordinary at first glance.

"My temple Jingxinzhu can avoid harm and fix the mind. Therefore, all demons cannot invade and thousands of evils cannot harm them. If you carry them with you, these demonic energy will be reduced a lot, and the impact on you will naturally be better." After the little monk finished his hand, he followed the old monk and said to Han Sanqian without looking back.

Han Sanqian glanced at the beads and said, "Master, although Sanqian is not a top master, at least he has the ability to protect himself. Although the demonic energy here is extremely heavy, it actually has little impact on me. You should give it to those in need."

After saying that, Han Sanqian handed over the beads and wanted to return them.

The old monk didn't even stretch out his hand and smiled softly: "I know that the most suitable thing should be used by the most suitable person. Although you are outstanding, I know this very well, but the night demon is also extraordinary. He is an ancient demon with extraordinary means and his demonic energy is even more evil. The monk in my temple is not afraid. At best, he dies, which is a merit."

"But for you, Mr. Han, if you are disturbed by the demonic energy of Ye Demon, it is very likely that the demonic blood in your body will undergo an incredible and incalculable inversion. At that time, with your ability to transform into a demon and the power of Ye Demon, how can my monk be the opponent?"

"If the two demons are released, our death is not scary. What is scary is the innocent lives of these countless beings, and they will be destroyed by the time they are."

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

"What Jingxinzhu is not given to Donor Han, but to the people of the world." Seeing Han Sanqian take back the bead, the old monk smiled slightly and said lightly.

After walking a few more steps, the old monk suddenly asked, "By the way, Mr. Han, no one else knows what you and I say, right?"

"The master means... Don't worry, the soul of the demon dragon exists in my consciousness. Before leaving the city, I have trapped him. Unless I want to, he will not be able to 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 Demon Dragon Soul can naturally communicate with him in his mind, but from the beginning to the end, he has never said even a word to himself, and he doesn't even have a basic explanation.

This can already explain a lot of problems.

After all, without such a thing, will the Demon Dragon Soul not come out to argue?

So, after he left the city, the soul of the demon dragon still had no explanation.

Even now, although Han Sanqian has never trapped the demon dragon, he does not believe in this monk. He is still waiting for the demon dragon soul, but unfortunately...

Han Sanqian couldn't even feel his existence!

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

"Master Han is indeed a smart person. I don't need me to say anything more, but I can tell that I am asking about the soul of the demon dragon."

"Donald Han, let's speed up."

After saying that, the old monk walked forward quickly, and Han Sanqian nodded and followed closely.

As noon approached, the sky was already raining heavily, and the sound of Buddha above the head was gradually suppressed by the sound of heavy rain. However, none of the three of them stopped and still rushed to the mountains.

"Han Duke, I still have half a day to go, so I may have to work hard. Why don't I eat vegetarian steamed buns?" After the old monk said that, the young monk immediately took out a bag of cloth bags from his arms, and after he opened them, there were a few steamed buns.

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

"Donor Han is worried that it will be poisonous, but it is still too rough." The old monk smiled softly, took the steamed bun handed to him by the little monk, and took a big bite very casually.

The little Tianer also stuffed one into her mouth, and then she still handed the steamed bun to Han Sanqian and looked at him with a gaze.

Han Sanqian was naturally cautious, but thinking about his own poison, Han Sanqian was about to reach out to pick it up, but the little monk seemed to think Han Sanqian wanted it, so he took the steamed bun back, caught up with the old monk a few steps, and walked forward.

Han Sanqian was slightly stunned, smiled helplessly, shook his head and followed.
Chapter completed!