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Chapter 215 Afternoon Bus Brings Immortals

The next day at noon, instead of Wei Qingyi returning to her sect and the three Wang Ruis who wanted to become disciples, a luxury bus arrived at the resort.

Just then, Zhao Mengmeng came out of Li Pangzi's Xian Shan Fang restaurant, and she and her junior brother saw the approaching bus at the same time.

The gleaming paint of the luxury bus reflected a dazzling light in the afternoon sun, creating a striking contrast with the surrounding rustic landscape. It came to a steady stop in the temporary parking lot at the entrance to the main street, and the door opened with a hiss.

Zhao Mengmeng and Fatty Li exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes. Since the resort opened, they had mostly received cars or minivans; this was the first time they had seen such a large tour bus.

The first to get off the car were two elderly men, dressed in a rather "fashionable" manner.

One, with a ruddy complexion, wore a light linen-colored stand-up collar short-sleeved shirt paired with loose Bermuda shorts in the same color scheme and comfortable athletic sandals. He was also holding a stylish black folding fan. This was Zhang Nanshan, the current Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain. The other, dressed in a modified Chinese-style short-sleeved shirt and beige linen trousers, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, exuded a refined and approachable air. This was Tianbao Zhenren, the current head of Maoshan Sect.

After getting out of the car, the two did not rush to leave. Instead, they stood by the car and took several photos with their phones of the distant mountain gate and the buildings on the main street, chatting in hushed tones with relaxed smiles on their faces.

The disciples who got off the bus afterward were dressed in various styles, but without exception, they were all in modern attire.

Fatty Li opened his mouth, then whispered to Zhao Mengmeng, "Senior Sister Mengmeng, which...which high-end tour group is this? Or...teachers and students organizing a traditional Chinese culture summer camp?"

Zhao Mengmeng was also full of doubts. She quickly recalled that neither her father nor the sect seemed to have mentioned such a visiting group. But judging from the demeanor of the two elders and the unusual behavior of the young disciples, she felt that they were not ordinary people.

At this moment, Zhang Nanshan closed his folding fan, tapped his palm lightly with it, and said to Daoist Tianbao with a smile, "Old friend, look at this place. Those photos and videos online are really not exaggerated. It has a bit of a 'great hermit living in the city' feel, and it's very down-to-earth."

Master Tianbao adjusted his glasses and smiled, "Indeed. A tranquil oasis amidst the hustle and bustle, a blend of ancient and modern—this positioning is quite interesting. It seems that Headmaster Su and young friend Chen have put a lot of thought into it."

Their conversation was not loud, but their voices were calm and clear, reaching Zhao Mengmeng and Fatty Li's ears.

He Qingyun stepped forward, nodded politely to Zhao Mengmeng and Fatty Li, and said, "Greetings, both of you. We are from Longhu Mountain and Maoshan Mountain, and have come to visit and experience your place at the invitation of Sect Leader Su Wan of the Yunyin Sect and Fellow Daoist Chen Anran. May I ask how we can contact them? Or, where is the resort's reception desk?"

Longhu Mountain! Maoshan Mountain!

Zhao Mengmeng and Fatty Li were shocked and immediately realized who the newcomer was.

Zhao Mengmeng quickly suppressed her surprise, put on a polite smile, and stepped forward with a slight bow: "So you are seniors from Longhu Mountain and Maoshan. I am Zhao Mengmeng, a disciple of Chen Anran, and I am temporarily in charge of the operation here. This is my junior brother, Fatty Li, who is in charge of the Immortal Cuisine Restaurant. I am truly sorry that I was unable to greet you properly due to my lack of knowledge of your arrival today!"

Fatty Li realized what was happening and quickly greeted everyone, his chubby face beaming with enthusiasm: "Welcome, welcome! Please, everyone, come inside and rest for a bit?"

Zhang Nanshan waved his hand and said with a smile, "No need to be so polite. We came without telling you, so consider it a surprise? Are Sect Leader Su and Fellow Daoist Chen on the mountain?"

"Master and Senior Uncle Sect Leader are at the sect." Zhao Mengmeng nodded. "Should I inform them immediately? Or should I show everyone around the resort first?"

Master Tianbao said gently, "We'll follow your lead. However, we're quite curious about this place. Perhaps it would be better if we could take a short tour of the area at the foot of the mountain first, and then go up to visit you."

"Of course!" Zhao Mengmeng replied, and quickly sent a message to Chen Anran: "Master, Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain and Daoist Tianbao of Maoshan are leading a team, all dressed in modern clothes. They have arrived at the foot of the mountain and plan to visit the resort first before going up the mountain."

Chen Anran replied quickly: "Received. My senior sister and I will come down shortly. You can accompany us for the introductions first."

Zhao Mengmeng put away her phone and smiled at the two Taoist priests and the others, saying, "Let me first give you a brief introduction to the basic layout and features of our 'Hidden Immortal Traces in the Clouds' resort. This way, please."

So, accompanied and guided by Zhao Mengmeng and Li Pangzi, the group slowly walked along the main street.

Zhang Nanshan waved his folding fan, while Daoist Tianbao occasionally took photos with his phone. The two were quite interested in the shops on both sides of the street that blended traditional elements with modern design, and they would occasionally exchange a few words in hushed tones.

Among the disciples accompanying Zhang Nanshan and Daoist Tianbao were several familiar faces whom Chen Anran recognized.

For example, Zhang Nanshan's most trusted disciple He Qingyun, and his last disciple Mo Han.

Another example is Shen Zui, the disciple of Master Tianbao and the grand-nephew of Qi Lan.

These disciples were all dressed in modern summer clothes, and everyone looked relaxed and carefree, except for Shen Zui.

Shen Zui looked sullen. He carried his own bag on his back and held his master's suitcase in both hands, walking at the very end of the group.

The afternoon sunlight on the main street was cut into strips of light and shadow by the eaves on both sides. Zhao Mengmeng led this group of unique visitors slowly, but her mind was racing.

Longhu Mountain and Maoshan are two renowned sects in the cultivation world. Judging from their appearance, they clearly came prepared—everyone is dressed in modern attire, obviously wanting to have a low-key experience and blend in with ordinary tourists.

"This is our 'Waterfront Street Area'," Zhao Mengmeng explained, pointing to the gently flowing stream beside the stone path. "Each shop has a space designed to interact with the natural landscape behind or to the side. For example, the shop 'Lingqiao Workshop' over there specializes in making unique spiritual items—"

Before she could finish speaking, the glass door of the shop overlooking the stream was pushed open with a "whoosh".

Jiang Yun, wearing an apron covered in sawdust and a sweatband tied around her forehead, was carrying an irregularly shaped metal plate about half her height as she walked out. The surface of the metal plate was etched with dense silver patterns that shimmered in the sunlight, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary object.

Ah Sheng followed behind, carrying a toolbox.

As soon as the two stepped out, they bumped into Zhang Nanshan, Daoist Tianbao, and their group.

Jiang Yun paused, glanced at the two old men, and immediately put down what he was holding. He bowed to them and said, "Jiang Yun, a junior of the Jiang family in Sichuan, greets Zhang Tianshi and Tianbao Zhenren."

Seeing this, Ah Sheng also followed Jiang Yun's example and bowed.

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