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After a long journey, Warren, Jackie Chan and others arrived at Longhu Mountain in Yingtan, Jiangxi.

At this time, it was the second millennium, and bullet trains had not yet become popular in China. Green trains were most commonly used for long-distance travel. Not to mention the bumpy and noisy journeys, the most troublesome thing was the crowded carriages and smell caused by the excessive flow of people.

It smells even more unpleasant.

Of course, Warren and Jackie Chan needless to say. The young but capable Xiaoyu is also energetic. Only the diplomatic staff who accompanied the three of them were listless and had obviously been tortured along the way.

By the time everyone arrived at the foot of Longhu Mountain, several escorts and an interpreter were already listless and weak, as if falling apart. It was obviously unrealistic for them to accompany them up Longhu Mountain.

"Ahem, comrades have worked hard. We are just going to Longhu Mountain to worship God and burn incense sticks. You can rest at the foot of the mountain. We will call you when we return from the mountain." Warren and Jackie Chan looked at each other.

He nodded and then said to several people with a smile.

After hearing this, several staff members wanted to refuse, not wanting to slack off in the work assigned by their superiors.

But then he raised his head and looked at Longhu Mountain, which is more than 1,300 meters high. His calves trembled involuntarily, and he finally swallowed the words that came to his lips.

"Okay... okay!" The translator, who looked gentle with glasses, nodded with a pale face, looking like he was about to collapse, "I will call the Religious Affairs Bureau and ask them to inform the Tianshi Mansion on the top of the mountain and let them come.

Take care of you."

Warren raised his head and looked at the rugged and majestic mountain peaks, which were surrounded by peaks and ridges and looked like a dragon crouching and a tiger crouching. He couldn't help but smile.

Just standing at the foot of the mountain, he could feel a faint sense of righteousness lingering around him. He bet that there must be some incredible guy here.

No wonder Daolong did not practice cultivation and enjoy happiness in China, but lived in seclusion in the deep mountains and forests of Bhutan, where he remained stagnant for decades.

Emotions are driven out!

"Then we won't accompany you. Remember to call us when you return, for sure!"

"Don't worry." Warren, Jackie Chan and Xiaoyu smiled politely and distantly.

Watching the accompanying staff walk awkwardly into the guest house, and beating away a few stumbling blocks at noon, Warren and his party breathed a sigh of relief and began to circle up the bluestone steps with ease.

There were quite a few scattered tourists and tour groups heading towards the top of the mountain along the way. Although the slogans were loud and loud, they were just ordinary people. It was inevitable that they were not strong enough, so they stopped and stopped all the way. The speed was very slow, and they were stopped after a while.

The three Warrens crossed over with long strides and steady steps.

A young man with a resolute face, a girl with short shoulders, and a foreign boy with gold and blue eyes. The strange combination of the three attracted the attention of tourists and became a beautiful scenery on the Longhu Mountain Road.

The three of them walked quickly while discussing and admiring the scenery of Longhu Mountain. After a while, they reached the highest peak of Longhu Mountain, Tianmen.

According to legend, Tianmen Mountain is the place where the Heavenly Master Zhang Daoling escaped and became an immortal and entered the heaven. It is also the origin of Taoism.

The Longhu Mountain sect in this world, the Tianshi Mansion, the ancestral court of Taoism, was built on Tianmen Mountain.

"Welcome, welcome, warm welcome!"

Having just climbed to the top of the mountain, the welcoming sound that had been heard for the past few days without any emotion at all reached the ears of the group again, making Jackie Chan and Xiaoyu lose all interest.

But Warren was keenly aware of something different. The welcoming voice was not as sparse and alienated as the elementary school students in Kyoto, but it was mixed with two old but energetic voices, which was somewhat interesting.

He dusted himself off and turned to look at where the welcome came from. There stood a group of Taoist priests looking at him like monkeys.

Warren shook his head. It seemed that even a Taoist priest who became a monk and pursued the purification of the six senses could hardly suppress his curiosity about foreigners.

Also, foreigners coming to China at this time were still a rarity in the eyes of the Chinese people, even rarer than pandas, and far less common than they were later.

This was the time of reform and opening up, and most Chinese people were curious about foreigners, but had never seen a foreigner. Therefore, Warren, a foreign boy with golden blue eyes, was naturally very marketable and could easily attract the attention of others.

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However, no one expected that the population of foreigners entering China would grow exponentially. All kinds of cats and dogs would sneak into China to make money, causing the entire society to become a mess, and the Chinese people's attitude towards certain foreigners would no longer be welcoming.

It turned into a secret resistance.

"Haha, I can tell at a glance that you are the foreign friends who are visiting Longhu Mountain this time, right?"

The speaker was an old Taoist priest with gray hair tied into a bun, long eyebrows that reached down to his chin, and a full beard. He was also one of the two old and powerful voices.

He stood in front of a group of Taoist priests wearing green robes, with a kind smile on his face, but he was wearing black Taoist robes, which gave him a completely different look of calmness and grandeur.

It seems that he should be one of the Taoist priests.

Another voice came from next to the old Taoist priest. He was also an old Taoist priest with gray hair, but he was sitting in a wheelchair.

He was wearing a brown monk's robe and had two age spots on the tip of his nose, which may be scars from the past. His eyebrows were broken at the ends of his eyebrows, making his face look a little fierce.

But the most impressive thing is the old man's blood-red pupils and the whites of his eyes that are densely covered with bloodshot eyes - as if he hasn't had a good night's sleep in decades!

Two strange old Taoist priests, Warren thought, then secretly wrapped his eyes with magic power and looked at them...

After hearing what the old Taoist said, Jackie Chan hurriedly laughed and said: "Haha, it's not a visit, the three of us are just tourists who come to Longhu Mountain.

I'm Jackie Chan, an unknown archaeologist from San Francisco."

He pointed at Warren and Xiaoyu and introduced them one by one: "Her name is Xiaoyu, she is my niece, she lives in Xianggang, and is studying in San Francisco...

He is Warren, and his father is a patriotic Chinese-American businessman. He is also a Chinese expert and loves Chinese culture."

Next to the two old Taoist priests, there was a young Taoist priest wearing white clothes, black cloth shoes, white eyebrows, a long white shawl, and blue-white eyes. The only bright color on his body was a red dot between his eyebrows.

When the little boy heard Jackie Chan's words, he glanced at Warren timidly, and then hid behind the leading old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest in black robe touched the little Taoist priest's head, smiled and said:

"How many foreign friends are coming to visit Longhu Mountain? They are really welcome!

Oh, I forgot to introduce, he is my junior brother Lao Tian, ​​and this is my apprentice Zhang Lingyu.

My old man’s name is Zhang Zhiwei, and I am the 65th generation Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain.”

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