The Old Monk and the Demon

"Take good care of yourselves. Next time, I hope to see a flourishing Yan Wang Palace!"

Qin Jun smiled at everyone, then stepped into the golden sedan.

All the high officials and soldiers knelt in unison and shouted, "Farewell, Your Majesty!"

The nine dragons roared, then flicked their tails and soared into the sky.

Bai Ze gathered rolling Demonic Clouds, and Hou Yi, Xiang Yu, along with fifty Imperial Guard Army soldiers, swiftly leaped aboard.

The group flew away from Yan Wang City just like that, vanishing beyond the horizon.

"Buddha of the Western Region will not be easy to deal with. His reputation has become especially prominent lately," Li Si sighed worriedly. Although the Demon Ancestor had died before their eyes, they had lost to Buddha before.

Buddha also ranked extremely high on the Hero Ranking. Could Qin Jun and the others really defeat him?

Yang Jian snorted. "When has His Majesty ever failed along the way?"

At those words, everyone looked at one another in silence.

The sun set in the west.

Two figures slowly made their way across the endless desert.

Walking ahead was an old monk with kind brows and gentle eyes. His cassock was somewhat tattered, and he muttered sutras as he walked.

Behind him followed a prisoner dressed in white prison garb and wearing an iron mask that concealed his face. His clothes were stained with blood, while brown fur covered his hands and feet, proving that he was not human.

A demon capable of taking human form could be called a Demon King.

"The sea of Buddhism has no shore; turn back, and you shall reach salvation. Lay down the butcher's blade, and become a Buddha at once. Buddhism saves all beneath heaven and washes away karmic sins."

The old monk shook