Chapter 659 Meeting

"he came!"

While the three of them were exchanging thoughts with each other about whether Wu Yan would be fooled, Xumizi, who had been silently closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, smiled evilly, looked towards the direction of Xuanyuan Island, and said whispered.

Among the three, Xumi Zi has the highest level of cultivation, and his ability to sense supernatural powers is the strongest.

Xumizi is already an insect king-level being who can transform and manifest, and has a very special magical ability to sense demon consciousness. Scenes thousands of miles away seem to be right in front of his eyes.

"How far is it from here?" Po Zhenzi asked in a deep voice.

In order to prevent Wu Yan from being alarmed, neither Po Zhenzi nor Shi Jue released their spiritual consciousness to sense movement within a thousand miles.

Xumizi smiled evilly and said: "He has just come out of the forbidden formation on Xuanyuan Island and is trying to figure out the direction at the moment. He has already escaped towards this direction, not too fast nor too slow. He will arrive here in about two moments." It's strange, looking at this guy's appearance, he doesn't seem to be worried about his own safety at all. He didn't bring any helpers, and the expression on his face was calm and confident. Is this kid overly confident in his magical powers? Is he just a careless person?"

There was a hint of weirdness in Xumizi's voice.

Shi Jue said angrily: "Just come! No matter if he is really confident or he doesn't know how to live or die, he is dead this time! Brother Po Zhenzi, are you sending a signal to Xie Li and Xuanyuan Jie now?"

"Don't worry. It won't be too late to send a signal after this person falls into the Vientiane Formation arranged for me." Po Zhenzi waved his hand indifferently, then turned his eyes to Xumizi and said coldly: "Senior Brother Xumizi, It's your turn. Since Wu Yan has fallen into our trap, and there is no one in Xuanyuan Island at this time, how can anyone be your opponent? Senior brother, you can go get the Insect King God Son first, and then do it again. Burn down the foundation of the Xuan Tao Sect. No matter how powerful this person is, when he sees his foundation destroyed, he will definitely be confused and unwilling to fight, and it will be easier to kill him then."

Xumizi smiled cruelly and evilly, and said: "Compared with the conspiracy and layout, how can this kid be your opponent, junior brother? Hahaha, okay, I will go!"

After laughing, Xumizi's body suddenly underwent an astonishing change. On his bald head, two bloody tentacles several feet long suddenly sprouted. The two bloody tentacles trembled in the void in front of him for a moment, and a space formed. Cracks have formed.

Xumizi's Insect King body turned into a ray of light, jumped into the crack, and completely disappeared.

After his figure escaped into the crack in the void, a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy arose around the crack in the void. In an instant, it closed and disappeared.

"In order to prevent this person from being surprised and unwilling to enter the formation, Brother Shijue, I want you to go down and hide under the rocks and soil on the island first, and wait for brother to introduce this person into the formation on the island. After that, it's not too late to kill him." Po Zhenzi glanced at Shi Jue and said.

Shi Jue nodded coldly and laughed a few times, jumped up, and landed on the desert island below. His body sank into the soil and disappeared.

Po Zhenzi put away the magic weapon under his feet and turned it into a hidden cloud. His figure was revealed in the void, sitting cross-legged on the clouds, like an eminent monk, looking in the direction of Xuanyuan Island with his leisurely eyes, waiting for Wu Yan's arrival.

At this time, Wu Yan was stepping on a flying sword and heading towards the target desert island without any speed. The expression on his face was calm and calm, as if he had no idea that he was deeply involved in Po Zhenzi's conspiracy.

A few moments later, Wu Yan had arrived in the sea near a desert island with a radius of a hundred miles. His spiritual consciousness spread out without any scruples long before he approached the island, covering everything within a radius of several hundred miles, and he seemed to have checked it several times with great caution.

Under the cover of his spiritual consciousness, he had already discovered the broken formation sitting on the clouds in the void, like an old monk in meditation.

Wu Yan did not use his sword to land on the island, nor did he use his sword to escape to where Po Zhenzi was. Instead, he was a few miles away from the deserted island, a hundred feet above the sea, frozen in the void, with his arms folded. Leng Ran looked at Po Zhenzi.

Wu Yan's eyes were indifferent. After scanning the deserted island not far away several times, a faint sneer flashed across his face. His expression returned to indifference in the blink of an eye. color.

"Hahaha, Master Wu is indeed a punctual person. He came as promised. The young monk broke the rules, so you are polite!"

Seeing that Wu Yan seemed to be extremely cautious and did not directly step into the trap he secretly laid, Po Zhenzi felt happy in his heart, relaxed, and flew towards Wu Yan with a big smile.

If Wu Yan directly landed on the island without any scruples, or flew directly towards him, with his cautious and suspicious attitude, one would think that Wu Yan must have some conspiracy waiting for him, or that he might have figured out his secret. Deployment, Yiran is not afraid of this.

In other words, Wu Yan's current cautious behavior just made him feel that Wu Yan's reaction was normal.

Wu Yan watched quietly as Po Zhenzi stepped on a cloud of auspicious clouds and appeared in the void no more than a hundred feet away from him. He smiled calmly and said, "I didn't expect that fellow Taoist Po Zhenzi would have arrived here so early. Thanks to fellow Taoist Po Zhenzi for waiting for a long time, Wu was very frightened. ”

He spoke of fear, but his face showed the thorny expression that he should have been waiting for him like this for a long time. There was no hint of fear at all.

Pozhenzi's cold old face relaxed instantly, revealing a big laugh that he had never shown in front of anyone, and said: "Hahaha, Master Wu, you are joking. I have prepared fine wine and delicious food on the island. If you are not afraid of me doing something dirty, how about we go to the island to have a chat?"

Pozhenzi now looks very different from before. If the cold and gloomy temperament he showed before was like a cold and vicious old ghost, then the temperament he showed now is that of a great and virtuous monk with great style.

No matter who sees Pozhenzi at this moment, they will never associate him with the gloomy and cold old ghost. At this moment, he has a humble smile on his face, and the faint Buddha light wraps him up, making him look like a great and virtuous monk of the authentic Buddhist sect. No matter who is in front of him, they will never have any idea of ​​associating him with conspiracy, deceit and other negative things.

When you see him, you will involuntarily have the idea of ​​trust and respect. When you see him, you will involuntarily think of all the beautiful things in the world. When you see him, your emotions will involuntarily be affected by him, becoming humble, calm, happy and peaceful.

Wu Yan's cold eyes showed a trace of confusion when he saw Po Zhenzi's current appearance, but then he showed a trace of gloom, and there was a slight struggle on his face. However, these changes in emotions were only a matter of a moment. The next moment, Wu Yan returned to his cold and expressionless appearance, staring at Po Zhenzi with uncertain eyes.

Po Zhenzi captured all of Wu Yan's complex emotions at this moment, and the smile on his face became more prosperous. He made a gesture of invitation like the Maitreya Buddha, and then fell to the deserted island first.

Wu Yan showed a trace of hesitation on his face, stared at Po Zhenzi for a moment, gritted his teeth, and then fell to the deserted island.

After a moment, the two of them put away their light and landed on the highest cliff on the deserted island.

At this time, three Vajra monks from the Xumi Sect had already arranged a quiet and elegant place for guests.

But there was an ancient pine tree that was so thick that three people could hug it, lushly perched on the edge of the cliff. Its towering canopy blocked the blazing sun and formed a shady place with a radius of more than ten feet.

Under the mottled shade of the tree, there was an ancient stone table and four stone drum stools. On the stone table, there was a small red clay stove and a set of ancient purple clay tea sets, an ancient purple clay pot, and four small purple clay cups.

Seeing the two approaching, the three Vajra monks bowed to them, and one of them said, "Junior greets senior! Master, I have arranged the reception place you asked me to prepare. Do you have any other instructions?"

Pozhenzi nodded with satisfaction and waved to the three people. The three people bowed again, then retreated from the cliff, turned into three beams of light, and headed north. In a moment, they disappeared completely.

On the cliff, only Wu Yan and Pozhenzi were left.

"Master Wu, please!"

Pozhenzi asked Wu Yan to the stone table under the ancient pine tree and asked him to sit on the main stone bench. Then he sat cross-legged on a stone bench next to him and lit the small red clay stove on the stone table.

Wu Yan sat on the stone bench without saying a word, watching Pozhenzi's actions indifferently, as if he was thinking about something, and looked a little absent-minded.

Pozhenzi smiled and glanced at Wu Yan, then casually took out a small paper bag. After opening it, he saw dozens of crystal clear green leaf tips inside. A faint fragrance emanated from the leaf tips, making people forget the world.

"This is the pre-rain Maojian spiritual tea that I have treasured for many years. It tastes best with the spring water from Cuiye Peak under Mount Xumi. Haha, Master Wu, look, that spring water was conjured up by me with a little magic, but this spring water is indeed the authentic Cuiye Mountain Spring water that I took from Cuiye Peak. Please forgive me."

As he spoke, Pozhenzi stretched out his hand to point to a spring water next to the ancient pine and the cliff. With a flick of his finger, a line of water was drawn out from the spring water and fell into the simple purple clay pot on the stone table in front of the two people in the blink of an eye.

Pozhenzi placed the purple clay pot filled with Cuiye Mountain Spring on the small red clay stove where the fire was burning vigorously, and let it boil naturally.

"When the mountain spring boils, pour this Yuqian Maojian into it, the taste is best. Haha, there are still two Taoist friends who have not arrived on time. You and I can just boil water and wait for you while talking about the golden tablet secret talisman that the leader gave to the monk." Pozhenzi smiled and looked at Wu Yan.

From beginning to end, Wu Yan's eyes were staring at Pozhenzi, showing a rather cautious attitude. At this time, hearing Pozhenzi say this, his expression could not help but relax a little and laughed.

"I didn't expect that Taoist Pozhenzi would have such a refined taste. Before such a refined thing, talking about some dirty things seems to be a bit disappointing."

"The so-called elegance and vulgarity are just the thoughts of ordinary mortals. You and I are both transcendent monks, why should we care so much?" Pozhenzi said with a smile on his face.

Wu Yan pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "No hurry, let's wait until the water boils. The other two good friends will arrive soon. Wouldn't it be better if we can have some tea and chat together?"