[Master Chapter 21] Hehuan Powder

Changle tilted his head and looked at the two strange humans in front of him.

It was obvious that he still remembered the breath and appearance of his master in his limited brain capacity. He followed the trail to here, but the two people in front of him were obviously not the masters he was familiar with.

Hey, where is the master?

How can this ugly human smell like the master?

Poor Changle, at this moment, his little eyes were very confused.

"Sorry," Chu Jiao stood far away and saluted the two people in the forest. "My pet was ignorant and bumped into you two."

Those two people were two of the Buddhist Sound Sect she saw on the fairy platform.

One of them was smiling, like Maitreya Buddha, and should be the leader of the Buddhist Sound Sect, and the other was the Buddhist cultivator who had been standing on the edge.

Although Buddhists and Taoists are not of the same kind, they are both righteous. Now, she has not encountered any treasures that require a quarrel, so Chu Jiao is not too worried about her safety.

However, it is two against one, so Chu Jiao is still a little defensive.

"Changle, come back soon!" She waved her hand and called back Ling Chong.

"Amitabha," the smiling Buddhist returned a salute to Chu Jiao, "It's no problem, meeting is fate."

"I am Chu Jiao from Haoqi Sect, may I know the names of your two brothers?" Since the other party has shown good intentions, Chu Jiao is not an ignorant person. In this dangerous place, it is better to have one more friend than one more enemy.

"Amitābha Buddha, I am Wuxiang, a poor monk from the Foyin Sect. This is my junior fellow monk Wuyou." The Buddhist cultivator who called himself Wuxiang looked very kind. "Since we have met, why don't you and the poor monk travel together so that we can take care of each other?"

Chu Jiao lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

She thought it was obviously unreliable to rely on Changle to find her master, but even so, it would not be bad for her to travel with three people. Besides, these two were still Buddhist cultivators, so it was more comfortable to get along with them than those male cultivators who had their eyes on her.

Chu Jiao didn't know if Wuxiang had noticed her, a treasure-hunting marten, but even if he did, it was nothing, it was just a win-win situation. She didn't hide anything, and let Changle use his natural talents to lead the three of them to find many good things.

Along the way, Wuyou spoke no matter what he said. Wuxiang seemed to be used to his junior brother's silence and didn't care. Chu Jiao felt a little strange about the atmosphere between them.

After working together, Chu Jiao felt more and more familiar with Wuyou. The familiarity was not in his appearance or figure, but in his behavior and demeanor. Although Wuyou's presence was low, Chu Jiao could not ignore him. Compared with Wuxiang, she undoubtedly paid more attention to Wuyou, but this attention was all hidden. I don't know if Wuyou felt it. Even if he felt it, he looked indifferent.

The group had been working together for a few days, and Chu Jiao was a little surprised that they had never met any other teams or monks. After she asked this question, Wu Xiang explained with a smile that his senior brother had also entered this secret realm before, so he gave him a map before coming, and he took them by a shortcut.

Chu Jiao accepted this explanation.

The forest they were in was very large, and they had been walking for a whole day without getting out. They experienced several attacks in the forest and killed dozens of monsters in total. The monster pills and monster meat were divided equally among the three of them. As night fell, the group finally passed through the forest and came to a lake.

Although monks do not need sleep, the daytime battles have exhausted their minds. In addition, the dangers in the forest at night are even greater, so they all agreed to rest on the spot at night.

The three of them took turns to keep watch in the past few days, and today was no exception.

Chu Jiao kept watch in the first half of the night as usual, and when the moon was at its highest point in the sky, she took over with Wuxiang.

She walked under the tree and sat cross-legged, using the moonlight to nourish the true energy in her body.

Wuyou sat under another tree not far from her, closing his eyes and concentrating.

The two people who were somewhat relaxed at this time did not notice that Wuxiang, who was standing not far away and had a kind face, showed a cold smile, and his hand hidden in his monk's robe moved slightly. Under the moonlight, a pink mist poured out from his sleeves and dissipated towards the two people under the tree.

Wuyou opened his sharp eyes the moment the smoke hit his face. Although he held his breath immediately, he still accidentally inhaled a little. He propped himself up and wanted to circulate his true energy, but found it difficult to mobilize! He used the last of his true energy to shoot a few hidden weapons at Wuxiang, but Wuxiang had already escaped.

Only his laughter remained in the air.

"Brother Wuyou, I'm really annoyed by you these days. I'll leave you a beauty. You two can enjoy it slowly. I'll leave first!"

"Don't waste the 'Hehuan Powder' that I went through so much trouble to get. Hehehe, there's nothing better in the world than free and happy Hehuan!"