The black stones falling from the sky were mostly the size of an adult's head, interspersed with boulders half the height of a person, and they crashed to the ground, stirring up a monstrous aura of evil.
At that time, the huge rocks piled up in the passage where Liuli and Shichan were located were already two feet high. They could only stand on these rocks and keep attacking the huge rocks blocking their way. Shichan's seven-jeweled kasaya floated above their heads, emitting a dazzling golden light, which deflected the rocks falling on their heads and made them fall outside the kasaya.
With a loud "boom," another boulder half the height of a person fell down, sending rubble flying in all directions. Shi Chan instinctively took a step to the side, shielding Liu Li from the incoming rubble with his body.
A sharp pain shot through the spot where the rubble struck. Shi Chan frowned, but suppressed the cry of pain that was about to escape his lips, without disturbing Liu Li, who was intently striking the boulder blocking the exit with his long whip.
"Ha ha!"
Just as Shi Chan was about to command the numerous small Buddhist artifacts to attack the boulder, he heard Liuli let out a laugh. He paused for a moment, then asked, "What's wrong, young lady?"
Liuli pointed to the huge rock at the exit and exclaimed with delight, "Little monk, look!"
Shi Chan looked closely and saw that a crack had appeared on the boulder. Shi Chan was immediately invigorated. He chanted a Buddhist mantra, and a small vajra spun and rushed towards the boulder, crashing into the crack and deepening it.
Liuli had been idly whipping the boulder with her long whip, but the appearance of this crack gave her a renewed energy, and her whip strikes became even more powerful.
Just as Liuli was wielding her whip with renewed vigor, striking the boulder again and again, Shichan suddenly noticed a strong gust of wind overhead. His expression changed, and he abruptly pulled Liuli back. The seven-jeweled kasaya above their heads also retreated under Shichan's control, revealing a boulder nearly as tall as a person that crashed down, bringing with it a gust of wind that swept Liuli and Shichan's hair and clothes behind them.
With a flick of her long whip, Liuli shattered the falling boulder and the flying debris that was hurtling towards them into dust.
Liuli pulled Shichan around the black boulder in front of them and hurried away, saying, "Let's hurry, little monk, let's break that stone and get out of this awful place!"
“Alright.” Shi Chan responded, and the Zen Pure Bead in his hand shone brightly, revealing swastikas that transformed into tiny Buddhist artifacts that crashed into the cracks on the giant rock at the exit.
Thus, under the relentless attacks of Shi Chan and Liuli, when the stones in the passage had piled up to a height of three feet, the boulder blocking the exit was finally shattered, breaking into large and small stones that slid out of the passage with a clatter.
The human and the demon exchanged a glance and smiled at each other.
Just then, a loud gust of wind blew overhead. Liuli grabbed Shichan's hand and jumped down to the crossroads where the three roads intersected.
As Liuli was examining the two passages, one leading forward and the other to the right, the sound of falling rocks behind her gradually subsided. Curious, she turned her head to look and saw that the falling rocks had shrunk and slowly disappeared. Even the many stones on the ground had turned into black demonic energy and vanished in the blink of an eye.
With a smile, Shi Chan chanted a Buddhist prayer and looked at Liuli, saying gently, "Miss, we must choose a path again. Which one shall we take?"
Liuli looked Shichan up and down. She saw that he had purplish-blue marks on his face and hands, and his clothes were torn and covered in blood. He looked quite disheveled.
"Are you alright, little monk?" Liuli asked with concern. "You look like you have many injuries..."
Shi Chan shook his head and chuckled, "This humble monk is fine; it's good that the young lady is safe and sound."
Liuli was deeply moved. She nodded and led Shichan toward the passage ahead, saying firmly as they walked, "Let's find the exit quickly and get out of here, little monk. This demonic formation is truly a horrible place!"
Shi Chan nodded, clenched the soft little hand in his, and his smile deepened. Then, after a pause, the smile gradually disappeared.
This demonic formation is fraught with danger. He and Liuli are trapped within it, and can only help and rely on each other. That's why he has a reason to hold her little hand... But if they leave this demonic formation, he will have no choice but to distance himself from her again, maintain a proper distance, abide by the many Buddhist precepts, and suppress all inappropriate thoughts in his heart...
Perhaps, it wouldn't be so bad to stay in this perilous magical array forever...
Shi Chan paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly.
He himself was unaware that such a thought had even crossed his mind.
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More than twenty masters from righteous sects entered the formation and dispersed to search in all directions. The demonic formation covered a vast area, about a thousand acres. The winding passages, when viewed from the sky, looked like thin threads intertwined. Upon closer inspection, only one thin thread was found, which entered from the north, then twisted and turned hundreds of times before extending out from the east. This passage was the only way out of the demonic formation.
The black mist above the demonic array began to rise from a height of several dozen feet, reaching a height of several tens of feet. It was even more treacherous than the paths on the ground, teeming with deadly intent. Therefore, anyone who attempted to break free of the array by soaring into the sky would only lose their way in the vast black mist and be killed by the numerous deadly weapons within, leaving no trace of their body.
But neither the lurking dangers within the formation nor the numerous obstacles in the mist posed any threat to these twenty-odd righteous masters whose cultivation was at least at the third level, let alone Li Gan, who had already stepped into the realm of Demon Lord.
He burst out of the mist and landed at a crossroads where two roads intersected. He stopped at the intersection but did not rush to look for Liuli. Instead, he stood silently with his head slightly lowered. His long black hair, reaching his ears, fell down and covered his profile, revealing only the deep longing in his eyes.
Because Li Molin mentioned his mother, Li Gan couldn't help but think of that flamboyant woman. At this moment, many images flashed through his mind, the last one being her sitting gracefully by the bed in her wedding dress, a red veil covering her head.
He teased her on purpose, refusing to lift the red veil. Finally, she grew impatient and lifted the veil herself, revealing a pair of captivating eyes that held a hint of reproach yet also a smile. They were breathtakingly beautiful, almost eerie.
A gentle breeze carrying black demonic energy swept by, lifting Li Gan's black robes and blood-red cloak, and lightly kissing his eyes, which were filled with bewilderment and longing.
The gentle breeze blew away the layer of demonic energy on the ground, briefly revealing the surface and a corpse in a passage behind Li Gan. The corpse was charred black all over, and its face looked as if it had been burned, making it impossible to recognize its features.
When the gentle breeze blew by, the black demonic energy drifted back, once again obscuring the charcoal-like corpse.
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