Chapter 141: Monk From the Demon Palace
Wu Yan's eyes were fixed on the vine lotus in the pool, and time passed by bit by bit. The petals and leaves of the vine lotus slowly curled up. The earth spirit mouse seemed to sense something, squeaked a few times in dissatisfaction, turned over and jumped into the pool filled with spiritual energy, floated on the water with its belly turned up, and continued to sleep soundly.
When the petals and leaves of the vine lotus curled up, there seemed to be a very thin and long dark green snake swimming underneath, gradually coiling up in circles and accumulating under the curled petals and leaves.
This process lasted for nearly two hours. Seeing that the spreading petals and leaves had rolled into a fist-sized dark green bud, and a slightly larger dark green silk ball was coiled under the bud, Wu Yan was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He stretched out his five fingers and fished the dark green double balls out of the pool. Then, he stuffed them into a metal cylinder that had been prepared in advance, sealed the lid, put them in a wooden box, and then pasted more than ten talismans on the wooden box. This series of actions was as fast as lightning, and Wu Yan could even feel the sound of his heart beating violently.
Wu Yan let out a long breath, held the wooden box to his ear and listened, but after a moment, a trace of disappointment appeared on his face.
The vine algae lotus was collected so smoothly, and it was not as "agile as a flying snake, swift as lightning, bad timing, and fleeting" as recorded in ancient books. It seems that this vine algae lotus has not grown for a long time, at most more than a hundred years. It's a pity that this vine stem of the vine algae lotus is not qualified to be used as a magic weapon material, so it can only be refined into a magic weapon.
Fortunately, a lotus seed of the vine algae lotus was obtained from it, and a vine stem of the vine algae lotus that can be cultivated again for ten thousand years is the best for magic weapons.
After packing up everything, Wu Yan felt a little exhausted, so he meditated in this cave to restore his spirit. The next day, Wu Yan stood up in high spirits, and after checking in the cave for a while, he began to arrange to hide his tracks. After a lot of effort, Wu Yan put away the earth spirit rat and left with satisfaction.
After drilling out of the cave along the crack in the stone, Wu Yan walked up for several miles and sealed the cave tightly with soil and gravel in a narrow place. From the outside, it seemed that this was the end of the crack.
Just after walking out of the crack and approaching the small stone pool near the crack, he suddenly heard voices approaching from outside. Wu Yan's heart trembled, and he squatted down against the stone wall, then used the breath-concealing technique and the shape-hiding technique to hide his tracks, and then he secretly looked out through the cracks in the stone wall.
On the other side of the small stone pond, on a large stone exposed on the stream, three foundation-building cultivators sat. The three people were dressed differently, one was dressed as a Taoist priest, one was dressed as a Buddhist monk, and the other was a burly bearded man wearing iron leaf armor, like a general in the secular world. Among the three people, only the Buddhist monk had the mark of a sect disciple, and it was obvious that he was a Buddhist monk from the Buddhist Palace. The other two did not have the mark of sect disciples, so they should be casual cultivators.
Such a strange combination made Wu Yan, who was peeking, stunned for a moment.
Among the three people, the general-dressed man had the highest cultivation level, and was actually a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. The second was the Buddhist monk, who was in the middle stage of foundation building. The lowest cultivation level was the Taoist priest who was as thin as a bamboo pole, who was in the early stage of foundation building.
The three of them drank some water from the small stone pool and continued to sit on the big stone and chat. There were few people here, and the three of them did not expect that there were people hiding next to them, so they did not deliberately conceal their voices.
The long-bearded Taoist priest with a purple-black face said, "Boss Hu, did Lord Yuan send you here this time? In addition to asking you to check the ancient teleportation array, did he arrange any new tasks?"
The burly bearded man said, "Brother Duomu, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but your efficiency is too low. Lord Yuan is a little disappointed in you. You have been here for more than ten years, but you haven't repaired the ancient teleportation array yet. How can you satisfy Lord Yuan?"
"Boss Hu, I have really tried my best. I almost stole all the array books of the seven major immortal sects for reference, but unfortunately I still haven't found a way to repair the ancient teleportation array. Fellow Daoist Xiuyuan knows about this. If you don't believe me, ask Fellow Daoist Xiuyuan." The Taoist priest explained with a bitter face and winked at the Buddhist monk next to him.
The Buddhist monk smiled and said, "Yes, Fellow Daoist Hu, I can testify for Fellow Daoist Duomu. He has indeed spent a lot of effort in the past ten years and sent a large number of monks to sneak into the seven major immortal sects to steal the formation manuals. Fellow Daoist Hu, you have also seen that I was born in the Buddhist Palace and am one of the three managers of the Buddhist Palace Sutra Library. I was convinced by Fellow Daoist Duomu. Isn't this a clear proof? I have also seen the full picture of the teleportation array. It is indeed very different from the current formation. If you want to repair it, it is probably impossible if you don't understand the way of ancient formations."
The Kui The big man with a shaggy beard shook his head and said, "Master Yuan knows all this. You have to understand that it won't be long before our demon palace will move here in large numbers. The ancient teleportation array is said to be the only passage to the Lingshan Fairy Island overseas. The cultivation resources there are extremely rich. If we can use this teleportation array to open this passage, the strength of our demon palace will surely increase greatly. Even the eight kings are extremely concerned about such a major event and have handed it over to Master Yuan to handle. Master Yuan has given you such an important task, but you have not achieved anything so far. Tell me, how can Master Yuan be happy?"
"Yes, yes, I will definitely complete this as soon as possible. Fortunately, I have the help of Daoist Fellow Xiuyuan. Now there are some clues on this matter. I believe that it will not take long for us to design a feasible repair plan." The old Daoist Duomu said flatteringly.
"Daoist Duomu is right. This time there are indeed clues. Recently, a spy who infiltrated the Xiuzhen Sect sent back a jade slip, which records many ancient array books of the former Baoxiao Sect, including array diagrams similar to the ancient teleportation array." The Buddhist monk Xiuyuan said with a smile.
"That's the best. This time, I, Old Hu, followed the order of Lord Yuan to visit a friend of his in the Buddhist Palace. By the way, Brother Duomu, the loose cultivator alliance you set up has a lot of manpower. Old Hu, I just need your help to check something. I have a nephew named Hu Feng, who looks similar to me. He secretly ran from Nanling to Da Zhou a few years ago. I don't know where he is now. Please help me check." The burly bearded man said nonchalantly.
"Don't worry, Boss Hu. I will definitely help you with this." The tall and thin Taoist named Duomu patted his chest and promised.
The three chatted about other things. Wu Yan was in the cave and heard it clearly. When he heard the big man mention "Demon Mansion", he suddenly remembered that he had killed an unknown monk in the nameless valley two years ago. In his storage bag, there was a plaque with the words "Demon Mansion" engraved on it. Could there be any connection between them?
While he was thinking, the Taoist priest who looked like a thin bamboo pole suddenly changed his face. He patted his storage bag and took out three things. They were three white jade plaques, but two of them were broken at this moment, and only one was still intact.
"Hey, could it be that the kid who escaped hid in his hometown and did not run far away?" Duomu old Taoist said to himself while looking at the jade plaque in his hand.