In the darkness, a calm voice slowly echoed.

"Master Kong Kong?"

Zhao Polu murmured blankly.

He looked at Master Kongkong with some fear, and could vaguely see Master Kongkong's face with the dim golden light around him.

It was a face that was so old that Zhao Polu could hardly describe it. His white hair was hanging down, and he had an air of immortality.

Especially a pair of eyes, bright but as deep as two black holes, as if they could swallow everything.

"Amitabha, do you see clearly the usage of these eight formation diagrams?"

Master Kongkong put his hands together and looked peaceful and calm.

Zhao Polu's body shook violently, and a horrifying light suddenly shot out from his eyes.

He suddenly realized a terrible problem!

The old monk in front of me knew that the formation he had arranged was... the eight formations!

You must know that even Po Meng, when she tested the formation he arranged before, she was sure it was the "Eight Gate Golden Lock Formation" and thought it was a useless formation!

And Po Meng still assisted him in setting up the formation from the beginning to the end. She knew the details of the layout of the "Eight Formations" better than anyone else.

Even so, Po Meng was mistaken!

But the old monk in front of him pointed directly at the "Eight Formations"!

In a daze, Zhao Polu felt a chill all over his body, his tarsal bones penetrated into his marrow, and his hairs stood on end.

His empty and wandering eyes scanned the dim golden light around him, and an invisible great fear suddenly enveloped his whole body.

This old monk not only recognized the "Eight Arrays", but also knew how to use the "Eight Arrays" that even he didn't know!

What the hell is this?

The formation I arranged myself, the use of which I didn’t even know, was easily created by a formation breaker!

His heart beat faster and faster, and Zhao Polu felt that all his strength was drained out of his body in an instant. He staggered back a step, and asked in fear and horror: "You, who are you? This...formation is my master's lifelong effort, he can't possibly

Just pass it on to others!"

The voice was trembling, full of fear and shock.

If Chen Dong and Wu Chang were present at this moment, his jaw would definitely be dropped.

Because this is the first time that Zhao Polu has truly recognized that he has inherited the mantle of Thief Saint Xu Qingfeng.

There is no meandering, no secretiveness, and no Ma Dongmei pretending to be stupid.

However.

Master Kongkong put his hands together, bowed slightly and nodded: "The poor monk is just a novice monk, his name is Kongkong. I am here for the sake of Almsgiver Chen."

Come for Brother Dong?!

Zhao Polu's expression became solemn. He suppressed the fear and fear in his heart and stared at Master Kongkong solemnly.

He didn't know Master Kongkong, let alone Master Kongkong's true purpose of coming for Chen Dong.

However, Master Kongkong can inflict great terror on him just by standing there, and he can recognize the "Eight Formations" at a glance. If he comes for Chen Dong, he has to be prepared.

"Old senior, I came here late at night, but I didn't receive any notification from Brother Dong. Are you afraid that the person who came here is evil?"

Zhao Polu was not stupid. On the contrary, he had been living on the streets since he was a child, and his ability to observe words and emotions and make decisions had long been perfected. Even though he was wary of Master Kongkong in his heart, he did not dare to be negligent in his words and titles.

Master Kongkong nodded and smiled: "Whether it is good or not has nothing to do with the donor, it has to do with the poor monk and Chen Dong. I also ask the donor not to meddle in others' affairs."

After a pause, Master Kongkong glanced around and said slowly: "The donor only thought that he had inherited the 'Eight Formations' but did not know that the full name of this formation was the 'Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts'. The donor has gained the technique but not the Tao. Tonight

The visit of the poor monk can be regarded as giving the benefactor this opportunity. Only by fully understanding the two words of gods and ghosts can the power of the Eight Formation Diagrams be brought into full play. This opportunity can also be regarded as giving the benefactor money to buy the road. I will say this and hope that the benefactor...

Don’t be ignorant of praise!”

His words and demeanor are all high and mighty.

"What if I have to block it?"

Zhao Polu's expression suddenly became serious: "You are very strong, you even know the Eight Formations better than me, but don't forget, I am the one who arranges the Eight Formations after all, so it's enough to stop you!"

The words fell.

Zhao Polu kicked the ground with both feet, his nightgown suddenly danced, and he flew away, disappearing into the dense bushes in an instant.

"Young man, you are too hasty!"

Master Kongkong did not stop Zhao Polu. He clasped his hands together, shook his head and smiled: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so how can it cause dust?"

The next second.

Master Kongkong's expression suddenly became solemn and solemn, and his whole aura changed dramatically. He became solemn, calm and powerful.

Immediately, his lips murmured, and the sound of Buddhist sutras echoed throughout the world.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, he saw that the five aggregates are all empty, and he survived all the hardships..."

The sound of chanting sutras echoed, but Master Kongkong slowly closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and looked solemn.

Just like taking a leisurely stroll in a garden, slowly lift your feet and take steps.

He didn't know the direction, and he never opened his eyes to look around.

Recite Buddhist sutras orally, close your eyes and walk impartially.

Under the illumination of the dim golden light around him, at this moment, Master Kongkong's whole body seemed to be coated with a layer of dim golden light.

"What is he going to do?"

Zhao Polu was hiding in the dark, with Master Kongkong's chanting echoing in his ears. He looked at Master Kongkong who was deep in the formation, and was full of doubts: "This old bald donkey can't break the formation well, so he started reciting the Heart Sutra."

Well?"

"Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color..."

Master Kongkong, who was reciting Buddhist sutras and walking straight forward with his eyes closed, landed lightly with his right foot on a golden light on the ground.

In an instant, it was like a lotus growing under your feet, and the dim golden light rippled in a circle and spread out.

This scene is extremely strange.

Zhao Polu, who was hiding in the dark, was instantly shocked.

His eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs almost fell to the ground.

The next second, a scene happened that made Zhao Polu collapse.

At the moment when the lotus sprouted under Master Kongkong's feet, there was no movement at all. The bushes blocking Master Kongkong's eyes opened a gap with a rustling sound under the horrified gaze of Zhao Polu.

"Is this... a ghost?"

Zhao Polu's body trembled and he collapsed directly on the ground, his mind going blank.

As he murmured, his chest heaved violently, and a mouthful of blood flowed out of his mouth.

Almost at the same time.

The sound of Master Kongkong killing Shen Ning was heard.

"Donor, although this poor monk believes in Buddhism, he still wants to kill. If he does not open the eight formations on his own, after the poor monk steps out of the eight formations on his own, the donor will die and take refuge in my Buddha. My Buddha is merciful, and this poor monk advises me.

Donors should not overestimate their own capabilities, and do not seek death!"

Ling Ran's murderous intent was like an invisible sword in the air, piercing Zhao Polu's heart fiercely.

fear!

Indescribable horror!

At this moment, Zhao Polu was in a desperate and helpless situation.

What Master Kongkong showed was like a mountain bearing down on him, falling hard on him, a tiny ant. Even the proud "Eight Arrays" were described as useless in front of Master Kongkong.

"If I can't stop this old bald donkey from entering in the dead of night, Brother Dong and the others..."

Zhao Polu's eyes suddenly became determined, and he suddenly raised his hands and was about to use them.

But Master Kongkong's chanting sounded again.

"Relics, all dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither stained nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing..."

"puff!"
Chapter completed!