Outside Juqiao City, Jufeng Mountain.
Monk Hui Kong landed steadily.
This formation allowed those inside no way out, but those outside could still find a way in.
He looked around, searching for his destination.
"Who goes there?!"
A harsh shout suddenly sounded by his ear.
Several patrolling demonic cultivators immediately converged on him.
Entering the formation was bound to create ripples and draw attention.
Monk Hui Kong had expected this. A black-gold iron staff suddenly appeared in his palm, Sanskrit characters flowing across its surface as Buddhist light spilled forth.
A magic treasure—the Great Compassion Monk's Spade.
Rumble!
The Monk's Spade swept out with the force of a thousand jun, killing the several approaching men on the spot.
But two Demonic Golden Cores swiftly came charging in.
One wielded a soul-hooking chain, like the Black and White Impermanence reborn; the other held a soul banner, as though commanding an army of thousands.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
After several exchanges, Monk Hui Kong made one misstep. His Monk's Spade was caught by the chain, and he was surrounded by countless wronged souls and vicious ghosts.
Just as he flared with the wrath of Vajra and prepared to fight for his life, he saw a blazing meteor crash down from the heavens.
The two Demonic Golden Cores were reduced to ashes on the spot amid the searing flames!
Surging heat blasted toward him, scorching the entire mountain into blackened earth.
When his vision returned to normal, Monk Hui Kong saw a figure in white robes in the starry sky slowly lower a bow. "Little monk, we meet again."
"Chen Lei?"
Monk Hui Kong was astonished. "Y-you came specifically to find me? How did you know I was coming?"
In truth, Chen Sanshi was somewhat surprised as well.
Not long ago, he had heard