"Bang, bang, bang!"
The whole inn was completely devoid of the laughter of noon, the floor was full of broken bottles and bowls, and all the people had lost the joy they had felt at noon when they were singing and drinking, and all that remained on their faces was endless fear and dread.
Outside the restaurant, there was a constant and violent banging on the door, so strong that dust was falling from the roof of the restaurant.
Since nightfall, these zombies had suddenly gone mad, becoming extremely violent and frantic, knocking desperately as if they wanted to break through the door.
The people hidden inside the restaurant could clearly hear the roar of the zombies outside.
"Three thousand have been out for almost a day, why aren't they back yet?" Fu Mang was frightened, with these crazy zombies, once they broke through the door of the restaurant, then there was no need to even think, in just a few moments his sturdy body would be divided and eaten clean.
"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and get over here."
Bang!
With another knock, the door was even knocked open, causing the tables, chairs and benches blocking the back of the door, as well as the people pushing them, to fall back a few centimetres.
This instantly stunned everyone.
Fu Mang nodded hastily and hurriedly rushed up.
Associated with them were the others, and no one dared to remain idle any longer, rushing over to hold the door against them.
It was clear to everyone what a broken gate would mean.
And the street outside the door, most of the city's zombies have already swarmed en masse to this side, the entire restaurant around almost where people can stand, are packed with the first hand hard to distinguish zombies, as far as the eye can see, dense, is both horrible and disgusting.
The difference with this end is that Han Qianqian's place is much more peaceful.
The sound of Buddha's voice curling up and falling rain was quite peaceful and serene.
The middle-aged monk had brought the fasting meal, not quite luxurious, but also exquisite.
Moreover, a piece of meat was deliberately prepared in Han Qianqian's bowl.
"Master is afraid that you won't eat well, so he specially asked me to prepare some meat, but we are all Buddhist disciples and may not be very good at cooking meat, so if the monk doesn't find it tasty, then ......" the middle-aged monk showed a difficult expression.
Han Qianqian smiled a little to show his gratitude.
"By the way, this is Buddhist incense." While speaking, the middle-aged monk took out an incense from his arms and continued, "It has been offered to the Golden Buddha of our temple, and is baptized by the Golden Buddha's light, so that it may not be troubled by night demons at night."
When he finished, he gently lit the incense, and an ancient sandalwood scent came to his nose, but the good thing was that the smell was relatively light and felt good.
"Rest in peace, I will retire." With a greeting to Han Qianqian, the middle-aged monk retreated.
Han Qianqian did not eat the meal, but chose to throw it all into his storage ring and give it to Taotie. Although the amount of food was too small for him, it was better than nothing.
Lying on the bed, Han Qianqian did not fall asleep, but kept his eyes open, waiting for something.
Obviously, he was waiting for the demon dragon's answer.
Although the old monk's words were impeccable, they were not completely convincing to Han Qianqian, or perhaps Han Qianqian was willing to give the demon dragon a chance to explain, after all, they had fought together.
Only, the devil dragon was as good as gone, and there was no response at all.
Perhaps, it was weak-minded and unable to face itself.
With a bitter sigh, Han Qianqian placed his gaze on the burning pillar of incense. Could this tiny piece of incense really resist the Night Demon's dream attack?
Han Qianqian was somewhat unconvinced, but hearing the snoring from the next tent, he finally closed his eyes.
The next morning, Han Qianqian was surprised that he did not have any dreams this night, let alone see the so-called dream demons.
He slept soundly and sweetly. The fresh, cool mountain air was refreshing as soon as he left his tent.
The dark clouds of yesterday were nowhere to be seen, but white clouds and a gentle breeze.
"Master Han, did you have a good rest yesterday?" The little monk Tian'er also happened to walk over at this moment, and when he saw Han Qianqian, he gave a slight bow.
Han Qianqian smiled faintly, "It was fine, thanks for your help."
"You're welcome, Master, you've come for the sake of the world, we should do our best to take care of you." The young monk smiled gently, "By the way, Master Han, it's getting late, Master has already set up the Demon Refining Formation and asked me to invite you over."
"Good."
Han Qianqian nodded slightly and followed behind the young monk, heading towards the top of the cliff from yesterday.
On the top of the cliff, which had not been seen for only one night, was now completely different, with various scriptures and incantations hanging by the trees on both sides, as well as incense, wax and paper money, and several images of the Buddha being hung up, while the monks from yesterday were no longer dressed in black, but were all dressed in yellow robes, holding wooden fish, while counting Buddhist beads and quickly reading.
The old monk was also dressed in a golden red robe, holding a golden Dharma warrior, and lording it over the cliff top, a mighty sight.
When Han Qianqian arrived at the top of the cliff, he looked around and saw that the monks were also wrapped in yellow clothes, and the sound of the wooden fish was rising up.
The scene was extremely spectacular!
"Master Han, we can start refining the devil." The old monk looked at Han Qianqian and revealed an eerie smile.