My Master is Lin Zhengying

"That's not it, I laughed so hard, I can promise him if he lets me go!"

"..."

Nan Chen just smiled and didn't pay much attention to it.

Instead, he was admiring the scenery of Longhu Mountain.

I have to say that this place is really a good place, and it is known as the blessed place of the cave.

The concentration of spiritual energy in this mountain is obviously much higher than that of the outside world.

Even the further you go into the mountains, the stronger the aura becomes.

One day of cultivation in this kind of place is better than three days of cultivation outside.

No wonder Changjiang is so proud, he does have the capital to be proud.

This innate condition is stronger than that of Nan Chen and the others.

After walking through a section of the mountain road, a row of Taoist temples appeared in front of Nan Chen and the others.

There are pavilions and pavilions around, and people can be seen everywhere.

There are those who cross-legged on the bluestone to exhale spiritual energy, there are also those who compete in martial arts, and there are also those who recite poems and paint.

A scene of prosperity.

Nan Chen and the others did not stand out, and no one paid attention to them.

So everyone continued to move forward, walked across a small bridge, and came to the Taoist Temple of Tianshi Mansion.

Here is the Taoist gate.

The building is relatively majestic, with a strong ancient style.

On the plaque, the words "Tianshi Mansion" are impressively written.

In front of the door, there are disciples from Tianshi Mansion who are in charge of reception.

Ahead, several disciples were going through the check-in procedures.

After all, there are many Taoist disciples coming to the Tianshi Mansion, and the Tianshi Mansion needs to arrange accommodation one by one and manage them in a unified way.

Nan Chen and the others followed the signs distributed in front of the mountain gate and walked up.

See how the other party registers.

It seems that the accommodation is arranged according to the sign in hand.

The grades of the brands are; black, white, purple, blue.

Black, the lowest level, a nameless casual cultivator like Nan Chen who has no family or sect.

And the highest blue, Taoist master, senior celebrity.

Nan Chen took out the signboard in his hand just like the people who registered before.

"Fellow Daoist, this is our sign!"

Nan Chen spoke.

The other party saw that it was a black sign, and his attitude was obviously not as good as before.

But he still squeezed out a smile and raised his finger:

"Fellow daoists, go into the big square, turn right and go straight.

Townhouses are your guest rooms.

Choose yourself!We don't have enough manpower, how neglectful and tolerant we are! "

After Nan Chen and the others listened, they didn't hesitate.

As for identity, no matter in what era or in that world, there are distinctions between high and low.

The black cards in the hands of Nan Chen and others represent ordinary casual cultivators with the lowest status in the Taoist sect.

Naturally, it is not welcome.

Straight into the gate of Tianshi Mansion.

Just entering, there is a high step, and then there is a large square.

The kind that can accommodate hundreds of people, blue brick and stone road, incense burner Daojun.

On the square, disciples of various sects stood in twos and threes.

Gathering of heroes.

From a single Taoist robe, there are disciples from Wudang, Kongtong, Qingcheng, Shaolin and even Maoshan sects...

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Chapter 610

On the big square, disciples from various sects of Taoism have already gathered.

Nan Chen looked at these disciples from various sects wearing Taoist robes, and felt a little excited.