When Han Qianqian's group had travelled for several hours, the three of them arrived in the middle of the mountains.
Although the distance from the frontier town was only a dozen miles, Han Qianqian truly experienced what it meant to be as close as ten thousand miles.
Although the mountains were close to each other, it was really difficult to walk up and down the mountains without using spiritual qi to fly.
When Han Qianqian walked into the dark clouds ahead of him, his whole body felt unusually oppressed.
The sound of the Buddha's voice was already very strong, which helped to ease the oppression a little.
"Is Master Han wondering why we are not flying but walking?" The old monk suddenly laughed.
Han Qianqian did not say anything, but did not deny it either.
"Buddha's voice is originally suppressed by Buddha's energy, if we use other spiritual energy rashly, I am afraid that it will destroy the whole complete Buddha's energy, so much so that the Night Demon will find a loophole, and if we escape, I am afraid that the consequences will be endless." The old monk explained with a soft smile.
Han Qianqian nodded his head.
"Master Han, we are here." Looking ahead at the top of a towering cliff, the old monk gave a gentle bow.
As far as the eye could see, a jutting cliff top ahead looked like a head sticking out from the top of a high mountain, with pine trees rising from the sky above, and underneath the trees, a group of monks clad in black clothes, their black clothes shrouding their heads, sitting and chanting, their Buddhist voices curling up.
Following the old monk, the group of three slowly made their way to the top of the cliff ahead.
Once they reached the top of the cliff, the sound of the Buddha filled their ears even more.
But it was too late to listen and see more, the old monk had already led Han Qianqian towards the edge of the cliff.
Once he reached the edge of the cliff, Han Qianqian was shaken.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
"Amitabha Buddha!"
"Amitabha Buddha!"
"Amitabha Buddha!"
All around, the sounds of ten thousand Buddhas poured out from the bottom to the top!
Below the top of the cliff, at the bottom of the ten-thousand-metre abyss, a large black mass, like a huge black heart, gently and continuously beat.
All around the cliff, on all sides, were mountain peaks, and on each of them, scattered about, sat monks dressed in black, their eyes closed and chanting lightly, and Buddhist sounds resounding all around.
The sight was glorious and shocking!
The battle between the devil and the Buddha was in full view!
"Below, there is the Night Demon!"
The huge heart stretched for thousands of metres, and even when one looked down at it from a height of ten thousand feet, one was struck by the incomparable size of its body, and the dark, lacquer-like surface was as slippery as the skin of a snake, making it daunting to look at.
"It's already late today, so it's not advisable to make another move. Besides, the sky is dense with dark clouds, and there is not enough sunlight, I observe the rain and clouds, tomorrow will be windy and beautiful.
How to deal with the night demon, Han Qianqian did not know, but since the old monk had a plan, Han Qianqian did not say more, and nodded his head.
"Bu zhizi!"
"Disciple present!" A middle-aged monk hurriedly stopped chanting and hurriedly stood up, and trotted all the way over.
"Can you do what you were told to do?"
"Master, it is ready."
"Lead the way ahead."
"Yes!" After the middle-aged monk finished speaking, he slightly bowed his body and made an invitation gesture to Han Qianqian before hastily leading the way ahead.
After descending from the top of the cliff and bypassing a low jungle, he entered a forest of pine trees.
The trees were high and the space was wide, so countless tents were set up at the foot of the trees, where many monks were resting or cooking and chatting.
"Master, this is our temporary resting place." After saying this, the middle-aged monk led several people into the woods.
Seeing the four people arrive, many of the resting monks instructed to stand up.
"Greetings, Master, Senior Brother, Master!"
"All go about your business." The old monk smiled faintly, looking extremely amiable.
The crowd of monks dispersed after bowing at once.
Only then did the middle-aged monk lead Han Qianqian further in, and soon, stopped in front of a relatively large tent, which, although it was a tent, was obviously much cleaner and more atmospheric in contrast to the others.
"Master, this is where you will rest for the night."
After saying this, the monk pulled back the curtain, and although the inside was very simple, with only a bed and a table, it was considered clean and tidy.
"Then, Master Han, take a good rest, I will send someone to bring some fasting rice in the evening, and in the morning, we will kill the Night Demon." The old monk smiled gently.
Han Qianqian nodded and went into the tent, led by the middle-aged monk.
Suddenly, Han Qianqian stopped in his tracks, turned back and frowned, "By the way, those friends of mine in the city?"
"You can rest assured, Master Han, they are all just illusions, they are not seriously hurt, they just have some demonic energy in them, but once the Night Demon dies, they will not be able to see those illusions either." The old monk smiled faintly.
But at this point in the city, was it really as simple as the old monk saying that it was not a big deal?
Everything seemed to be in a fog, invisible and impenetrable.
And this night was not destined to be an ordinary night.
At this moment, in the inn in the city ......