"Don't these monks sleep? They have to recite scriptures at night." Yang Que said to himself.

It was getting dark very quickly.

From the time Faming left to the monks returning to chanting, in just ten minutes, they had already entered the dark evening to the dark night.

There is no bright moon hanging high in the sky, only some vague stars.

However, the night wind roared and mixed into the sound of chanting bells and chanting scriptures.

It can be said that the moon is dark and the wind is high.

Yang Que stood in the cabin, pushed the window open and looked out, quietly, no one was there.

However, the dark shadows of the flowers, plants and trees seem a bit scary.

When the bell was ringing, the sound of chanting continued, never stopped, as if it had become the background music of Guanyin Zen Temple.

Yang Que opened the wooden door and just stepped out one foot. The chanting of the scriptures in the next meditation room stopped suddenly. The window opened and a bare head stuck out: "My little master, don't walk around in the Zen courtyard at night, it's very dangerous."

"Thank you for your reminder," said Yang Que, "I just opened the door and took some fresh air. After all, the house has not been inhabited for a long time and it is a bit moldy."

"Oh." The monk asked again, "Did we disturb the little master after chanting scriptures? It'll be fine after a while."

"No quarrel, please give me some advice, masters." Yang Que smiled and took a step back.

The monk's head retracted and closed the window. In a few seconds, the sound of chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name came from the room.

Yang Que stood quietly and stood for fifteen minutes.

The sound of chanting scriptures and the sound of striking the bell finally stopped, and only the sound of running water falling into the water surface came faintly.

Yang Que raised one foot and stepped outside the door.

"Squeak".

The window in the next room opened immediately, and the monk just now poked his head out: "My little master, has the musty smell in the room not yet dissipated?"

"Well, this smell is too bad. I can't sleep. Come out and breathe the fresh air." Yang Que simply walked out and stood outside a row of wooden houses.

"Then the little master, just stay here for a while, don't walk around, the Zen temple is very dangerous at night." The monk reminded again.

"Well, don't worry, you won't walk around." Yang Que agreed very simply, but he did not take it seriously on the surface.

The monk didn't say much, but he didn't retreat, but just stared at Yang Que.

There was a quiet smile on his face, and he looked very kind.

The darkness here naturally couldn't stop Yang Que, who turned on "adaptive vision" - even if he didn't open it now, it would have no effect on him.

However, it feels more comfortable to open and adapt to various light and dark changes faster.

One of them stood and the other watched.

Time passes like water, and half an hour passes quickly.

"Little Master, aren't you ready yet?" the monk yawned and asked with a hint of fatigue.

It suddenly became a little human.

"Okay." Yang Que turned around and walked into the wooden house, opened the wooden window and set it up, "It's much better."

"My little master is so smart." The monk praised him and stared at Yang Que and closed the door before retracting his head.

"I'm staring so hard." Yang Que shook his head in the wooden house, his figure flashed, and disappeared.

Only the pages of the mountains and seas fell... There was no place on the ground, a crow appeared, held the pages, and flew to the window to stand.

The wooden window next to it opened, and the monk looked over with his neck.

I found that it was just a crow with something flying from nowhere, standing on the window strings, and shrank back.

An Xuan spread his wings, flapped his wings and flew to the outside plank road.

Yang Que appeared in a figure and grabbed the pages of the book.

"Master, do you need my help in the investigation?" An Xuan asked.

"No, this place is quite strange, I'll do it myself." Yang Que shook his head.

An Xuan stopped talking and entered the cave heaven of mountains, seas and caves.

"Dog, did you see anything just now?" Yang Que asked.

"It's black, what can I see?" said Xiaotian Dog.

You "look" from the mountains, seas, caves and sky, and you won't "look" as clearly as you "look".

Especially the use of smelling dogs.

"Speaking of this, the monk has a really good vision. In such a dark night, he can accurately find where I am." Yang Que said.

Standing outside the house for half an hour, Yang Que did not move, but walked around for a while.

The steps were light and undetectable, but the monk's gaze moved with Yang Que.

Nothing can be lost.

"Hmph! I could tell at a glance that it was not a human." Xiaotian Dog said.

"Really or not?"

"None of them, I guessed it. There must be a problem here. There is no information on the page?" Xiaotian Dog asked.

"No..." Yang Que expanded the page of the book, and the map nearby was shown on it. Guanyin Zen Temple was included, and there were no red dots.

It proves that there are no strange beasts.

As we were communicating, a very light footstep sound came from behind.

Yang Que did not turn around, but jumped up and jumped to more than ten meters above his head. He was under an old tree with a crooked neck growing on a cliff and reached out to grab the trunk.

Hanging there, he looked down.

Three figures came from the side of the plank road.

He also wore monk's robe, but not the wide robe and wide sleeves that I saw during the day, but narrow sleeves and narrow feet. He also carried a wooden stick and a hat on his back, and dressed in a monk.

The three monks were neat and light.

When he walked to Yang Que's feet, he suddenly stopped and looked up.

No one was seen, only a ball of darkness.

He lowered his head and covered his face again in his pocket. The three monks continued to move forward, moved forward for a while, and then turned back the same way.

It seems to be patrolling.

"Try it."

In the dark cloud wings, Yang Que raised his hand, and a wolf demon was released by him and landed on the plank road.

The three monks who were facing their backs immediately reacted, and with a stick in their hands, he turned around and rushed straight towards them without any hesitation.

On the plank road where walking is enough and fighting is absolutely narrow, three monks form a long snake formation.

The leader jumped up and turned over to the back of the demon wolf.

The second one is to lean his body and walk on the cliff, and come to the top of the wolf demon.

The last one is to face the wolf demon and swing it out with one stick.

The sharp whistling sounded through the air, and the wolf demon was about to rush, but just as he left the ground, a stick fell on his head.

He knocked it down, and at the same time, the stick in front of him had arrived and beaten the wolf demon.

Break up its resistance.

The last stick came from behind, not a prick, but a sweep.

He directly knocked the wolf demon out of the plank road and fell into a deep valley that was invisible under his feet.

"It is at least the strength of a Qi-refining cultivator." Yang Que, who arrived in time and took back the wolf demon, looked up at the plank road above.

This wolf demon has developed spiritual intelligence, and according to the human cultivation realm, it can be regarded as a first entry into Qi cultivation.

He was swept down without any resistance in front of the three monks.

Of course, the terrain has a certain relationship. If it is wide and you can move around, you will not lose so quickly.

A life-and-death battle may be able to replace one of them.

But it can also be seen that these monks are very powerful.
Chapter completed!