Chapter 23 Are the old Taoist priest’s disciples so weak? In the distance, three vague figures appeared in front of Jiang Lan looked carefully and saw that the leader was a young man in a white Taoist robe. He had long pure white hair draped behind his head and a red Guanyin mole in the center of his forehead. He had an extraordinary temperament and was obviously a young Taoist priest. The other two people beside him were two middle-aged Taoist priests, one tall and fat, the other short and thin. Jiang Lan narrowed his eyes, then looked at Zhang Chulan, who was holding onto a tree with a painful expression. "Looking for you." "Looking for me?" Zhang Chulan barely stood up and looked at the three young men in white robes in the distance. Before Jiang Lan could say anything, the three men had already walked up to Jiang Lan and his companions. The white-robed man in the lead had an indifferent expression. He looked back and forth between Jiang Lan and the other two, then turned his gaze to Zhang Chulan. "Are you Zhang Chulan?" As he spoke, he completely ignored Jiang Lan and Feng Baobao. Zhang Chulan looked listless, and obviously had not yet recovered from the shock he had just experienced.
He said gloomily, "You're looking for me?" "Follow the orders of my master, please come with us." The white-robed Taoist priest's tone was almost commanding. Zhang Chulan forced himself to cheer up, "Who are you? I'll go with you if I say so." Faced with this strange person whose origin is unknown, Zhang Chulan is still very alert. The Taoist priest in white robe frowned, seeming to be very dissatisfied with Zhang Chulan for daring to disobey him. However, he did not answer Zhang Chulan's question, but continued indifferently: "Everyone who is not involved should leave immediately. Zhang Chulan, follow me." Jiang Lan: "..." Feng Baobao: “…” If Jiang Lan hadn't just killed someone, he would probably have been unable to control himself and killed this person. What kind of pretentious criminal? Even though he is so weak and pitiful, he still has to act so arrogant. Zhang Chulan sneered, "Who do you think you are?" Obviously, he was also very dissatisfied with the Taoist's attitude. The Taoist priest in white robe narrowed his eyes. "court death!" Jiang Lan couldn't bear to watch it any longer. He flashed and appeared in front of the Taoist priest in white robe in the next moment. "Snapped!"
The young Taoist priest didn't even have time to react before Jiang Lan slapped him on the back of the head. Feeling the intense dull pain from the back of his head, the dazed young Taoist priest subconsciously wanted to turn around. "Tsk... it's pretty solid." With a sigh, Jiang Lan increased the strength in his hands. "Snapped!" A crisp sound was heard, and the Taoist priest in white robe spun half a circle on the spot like a top, and then fell to the ground softly. Jiang Lan clapped his hands and looked at Feng Baobao and said: "Ask Xu San to help get rid of it." "Oh, I know." Feng Baobao answered a little dully, then took out a mobile phone from his pocket. Before Zhang Chulan could say anything, the two middle-aged men beside the Taoist priest in white robes widened their eyes. The short and thin Taoist pointed at Jiang Lan. "You you you... do you know who he is?" Jiang Lan narrowed his eyes and said, "Noisy." After saying that, he slapped the short and thin Taoist priest in the face. After being hit on the back of the head, his performance was even worse than that of the young Taoist priest. His eyes rolled up and he lay neatly on the ground. The tall and fat Taoist saw this and knew something bad was going to happen. He quickly made hand gestures and quickly chanted: "The Mysterious Sect of Heaven and Earth, the root of all Qi; cultivate the great calamity to prove my supernatural power!" As his voice fell, a golden light suddenly rose from his body and covered his body surface tightly. Jiang Lan saw this and looked a little surprised. "People from Longhu Mountain?" The man was originally planning to fight Jiang Lan to the death, but after hearing Jiang Lan's words, he stopped. He raised his head and looked at Jiang Lan with fear in his eyes. "I don't know your name, sir." "My name is Jiang Lan." "Jiang Lan?" The tall and fat Taoist priest was stunned, with a thoughtful look on his face. After a moment, he seemed to suddenly remember something and his eyes widened. "You are...Mr. Jiang's young master?" Jiang Lan was silent for a while. Why is there another little prince? He is already in his twenties, so he is not young anymore, right? "If the Mr. Jiang you are talking about is Jiang Aimin, then that's it."
"Ouch." The tall and fat Taoist priest immediately put away the golden light on his body, "Look, isn't this the flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple? I was supposed to go and give Mr. Jiang a visiting card later." Jiang Lan didn't expect that the person who came was actually from Longhu Mountain. His family had some connection with Mount Longhu, but those were all things of the older generation. Jiang Lan was sent to the bunker when he was seven years old, and he had only been out for a year, so he had only occasionally heard his parents mention things about Mount Longhu when they were chatting. He himself had never had any contact with it. Judging from the attitude of the Taoist priest in white robe just now, Jiang Lan thought that they were some wild Taoist priests who wanted to covet Zhang Chulan's non-existent Qi body source. If this kind of thing had happened a day ago, Jiang Lan would definitely not bother to care about it. But now, he had just killed someone and felt better than ever. So I just helped out. But after hearing the explanation from the tall and fat Taoist priest, Jiang Lan gave up the idea of knocking him out as well. "You are looking for Zhang Chulan, are you going to bring him back to Longhu Mountain?" “No, no.” The tall and fat Taoist priest waved his hands repeatedly, “It was Master who asked us to invite Zhang Chulan to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony in a month. As for taking him away, it was just that Junior Master wanted to anger Zhang Chulan and test his strength.” Jiang Lan nodded, "No wonder..." Then, his expression became a little strange again, and he looked at the Taoist priest in white robe lying on the ground. "Young Master? At your age, you should be of high rank in Longhu Mountain. So, he is the disciple of the old Heavenly Master?" "Uh... yes." Jiang Lan's expression became increasingly strange. "Is the disciple of the old Heavenly Master so weak?" The Taoist priest was stunned, as if he wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to say it for a moment. After all, it was a fact that Jiang Lan knocked his junior uncle unconscious with just two slaps. Although he might have taken advantage of the sneak attack, it would be useless if Jiang Lan himself was not strong enough. "This……" "Forget it." Jiang Lan decided not to dwell on this issue anymore. Instead, he looked at Zhang Chulan and asked, "Do you want to fight him?" Zhang Chulan refused immediately. "I'm not interested in anything like Tianshi Mansion or Luotian Dajiao." Jiang Lan seemed to have thought of something. "The Golden Light Mantra your grandfather taught you is the secret of Mount Longhu." Hearing this, Zhang Chulan's eyes flickered. With his intelligence, he could certainly hear the hidden meaning behind Jiang Lan's words.
His grandfather must have had a very close relationship with Longhu Mountain, otherwise he would not have been able to learn the secrets of Longhu Mountain. Without waiting for him to speak, Jiang Lan continued: "But since you're not interested, forget it." Zhang Chulan still didn't answer, as if he was thinking about something. The tall and fat Taoist priest clasped his fist towards Jiang Lan. "I've already told you that our Tianshi Mansion will not interfere with Zhang Chulan's decision." After a pause, he continued: "Master Jiang, do you think we can leave now?" (End of this chapter)