Within the dense forest of formations, dim golden light lingered.

The sound of chanting sutras echoed, solemn, but also full of strangeness.

Master Kongkong clasped his hands together, always closed his eyes, and walked straight forward, chanting sutras in his mouth, but it was as if he was in a deserted place.

Everything on the road ahead will be divided according to the arrival of people.

Whenever his feet touch the golden light on the ground, lotuses will grow under his feet and ripples will spread.

Zhao Polu, who was hiding in the dark, was trembling all over at the moment, his face was pale, and he was panting.

As a formation organizer, he is connected to the "Eight Formation Diagrams" so that he can command like an arm. Now Master Kongkong moves forward wantonly, and every step he takes to fall on the golden light will cause huge impact damage to him.

Even Zhao Polu himself had never expected such harm.

At this moment, Zhao Polu was paralyzed on the ground, his whole body feeling terrified.

Master Kongkong, who was walking straight ahead not far away, reciting Buddhist scriptures, was like the god of death crawling out of the Nine Nether Hell. His majestic pressure made Zhao Polu despair and helpless.

His chest was already stained with blood.

The air is filled with a strong smell of blood.

Zhao Polu's body was trembling, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth, but he clenched his hands into fists and gritted his teeth to prevent himself from making any sound in pain.

"Can't let him in, can't let him in..."

In the darkness, Zhao Polu's eyes were determined and shining.

"Everyone's safety is in my hands. Even if I die... I can't let this old bald donkey walk out of the Eighth Formation!"

Zhao Polu gritted his teeth, his mind blank with only one obsession left.

He slowly raised his hands, but at this moment, he was being hit by the backlash from the formation, making this simple movement of raising his hands extremely difficult.

It was as if the hands were filled with lead, as heavy as a stone, and as slow as a turtle, but never stopped for a moment.

"Donor, are you so willing to risk your life?"

"Ants still live in vain, let alone humans?"

Not far away, Master Kongkong’s calm questioning voice came.

Zhao Polu slowly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled contemptuously.

With this smile, the blood in his mouth burst out again.

In my blank mind, scenes from my childhood emerged, black and white, tragic, like a dead dog.

He squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Dogs... also have dog obsessions!"

Snapped!

Zhao Polu's hands suddenly came together.

"Master...help me!"

However.

"The earthworms shake the trees, the grains of rice compete with the bright moon, Amitabha!"

Buzz!

Master Kongkong's feet once again landed on a golden light.

In an instant.

Lotuses grow under your feet, and golden light spreads.

But it was different from before. This time, the golden light seemed to have a spirit. As Master Kongkong's monk robes stirred, the energy spread out and swept up, surrounding Master Kongkong.

Master Kongkong, who was already majestic in appearance, calm in anger, and self-mighty, at the moment when he was shrouded in golden light, his momentum suddenly surged again, just like the majestic Buddha coming to the world.

"puff!"

In the dark, Zhao Polu, who had just put his hands together, suddenly shook his body and fell directly to the ground.

pain!

The internal organs, every inch of the skin and flesh, all felt the intense pain of acupuncture and burning.

This sudden surge of pain caused Zhao Polu to fall into a trance for an instant, his chest heaving violently, and a sound like a bellows coming from his mouth and nose.

"Are you really going to die tonight?"

While he was still in a daze, an idea came to Zhao Polu's mind.

But as soon as the thought appeared, it was suppressed by his remaining reason.

He slowly raised his head, his face was pale and stained with blood, and his eyes seemed to be able to look up to the starry sky through the layers of leaves.

"ah!"

Zhao Polu used all his strength and raised his head to the sky with a scream that broke the silk.

Can't stop it!

Then remind Brother Dong and run away!

As long as they are safe and sound, this life...is worth it!

When the voice soared into the sky, a happy smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Polu's blood-stained mouth.

"I, Zhao Polu...how much is this miserable life worth?"

At this thought, Zhao Polu's consciousness disappeared, he fell heavily to the ground in a pool of blood, and passed out.

"Um?!"

Master Kongkong, who was walking straight out, finally stopped and slowly opened his eyes. Strangely, there were two faint golden haloes in his two dark pupils at this moment.

It's just that this weird scene disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Hesitate for a second.

Master Kongkong finally put down his clasped hands, turned around, and walked straight towards where Zhao Polu was.

"Amitabha, the master is a ruthless person, and the disciple is also ruthless. It's a pity that an honest man like this poor monk can only suffer injustice when faced with ruthless people..."

In the study room.

Chen Dong and Mr. Long finally finished handling the matter.

Rubbing the bridge of his swollen nose, Chen Dong looked at Lu Qingying, who was wrapped in a blanket and sleeping soundly on the chair, and smiled softly.

"Master..."

Elder Long spoke up.

Chen Dong hurriedly made a gesture of silence, looked at Gu Qingying dotingly, and whispered: "Don't disturb my wife, Xiaoying has stewed the soup, Mr. Long, you can drink it, you have so many things to do with me,

Replenish your body.”

"Young Madam has prepared it for us," Mr. Long said.

"I have no appetite, let's go smoke a cigarette."

Chen Dong stood up and stretched, and walked to the study window. After opening the window, the cool breeze blew on his face, and his fatigue was relieved a lot.

Immediately, he lay on the window sill and leaned his upper body out of the window. Then he took out the cigarette, lit it and took a puff.

Gu Qingying didn't like the smell of smoke. Only in this way could she get rid of the smell as much as possible.

Looking at the night lights outside, Chen Dong held a cigarette in his mouth and chuckled: "It's so quiet in the dead of night."

The words just fell.

"ah!"

A sound of cracking silk burst into the sky, suddenly exploding into the silent sky.

Chen Dong's expression changed drastically, and he instantly recognized Zhao Polu's voice: "Zhao Polu, back garden?"

problem occurs!

Chen Dong made a decision instantly.

"Mr. Long, protect Xiaoying!"

In the flash of lightning, Chen Dong simply dropped a word and jumped out of the window.

"Master!"

Mr. Long was pouring soup when he suddenly heard Zhao Polu's scream, and Chen Dong's sharp shout could be heard almost from the front and back.

When he turned back, he saw Chen Dong jumping out of the room and falling downwards. This scene frightened Mr. Long's expression.

Gu Qingying, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up at this moment.

"husband!"

Seeing Chen Dong jump out of the window, Gu Qingying was so frightened that she jumped up and rushed to the window.

Fortunately, this was the second floor of the villa. After Chen Dong landed on the ground, he rolled to remove the force of his fall, and immediately rushed straight to the back garden like thunder.
To be continued...