Seeing this, Mo Chen walked slowly towards the red carpet, his pace was leisurely, neither hurried nor slow. He walked on the red carpet, and each step he took seemed to be on flat ground, his steps were steady and his posture was elegant.
The twenty men and women looked at him straight in the eyes, with scrutiny and inquiry in their eyes. They saw the man in white clothes, who looked like a banished immortal, walking slowly with a calm and elegant pace, and they couldn't help but wonder in their hearts: Who is this man
Mo Chen walked along the red carpet towards the palace at the top of the clouds. As he walked forward, he gradually got closer to the palace. The twenty men and women following him also slowly caught up with him until he arrived in front of the magnificent ancient palace, and then they stopped.
"please!"
The ancient gate slowly opened, revealing two rows of men and women in white standing inside, each with their eyes fixed on Mo Chen.
Mo Chen walked in slowly, step by step. When he reached the gate, a middle-aged man walked out with a smile and stood in front of Mo Chen.
"A guest has come from afar, please come in." As he said this, he made a gesture of invitation and welcomed him in.
Mo Chen nodded slightly and followed the middle-aged man inside. He came to the ancient temple and saw the old man with a Taoist air sitting in the main seat of the ancient temple.
Mo Chen bowed slightly and said, "Nalan Mo Chen greets the Palace Master."
In the hall, there were people sitting on each side. Some were elderly men, some were middle-aged men with goatees, and some were young men and women. All of them looked at Mo Chen, sizing him up calmly.
"How are you, Master?"
At the main seat, the old man with a white beard asked with a kind face, his gentle gaze fell on Mo Chen, and he just looked at him quietly.
"My master is doing well. He asked me to give his regards to the Palace Master and also asked me to bring a lucky bag." As he spoke, he took out the lucky bag and handed it to the disciple beside him.
The disciple stepped forward to take the thing, handed it to the hall master and then stepped aside.
After receiving the brocade bag, the hall master did not open it, but looked at Mo Chen meaningfully, and then said to everyone in the hall: "From today on, he, Nalan Mo Chen, is the Holy Son of our Holy Temple."
Hearing this, the crowd below was stunned. Holy Son? He looked at the man in white and was surprised. The position of Holy Son of the Temple had been vacant for many years, and the Temple Master had never mentioned it. Why did he mention it today
"Palace Master, may I ask who this person is?"
Just the name Nalan Mochen, they had no idea who this person was? How could he be the Holy Son of their temple
When they heard an old man's question, everyone else's eyes fell on the hall master.
Before this, the temple master had not mentioned the candidate for the Holy Son to them, so why did he suddenly let this person be the Holy Son of their temple? Their temple was not an ordinary force, and the position of the Holy Son was extremely important, so how could an ordinary person be able to take on the position
Not to mention the surprise of everyone in the hall, even Mo Chen himself was stunned after hearing the hall master's words. His master only ordered him to come and deliver the golden sachet, but did not tell him to be a holy son. Why did the hall master suddenly say this
Seeing the puzzled expressions of the people below, the hall master on the main seat stroked his beard and smiled, "His master is Tianjizi, who is my senior brother. He left the temple for the sake of the candidate for the Holy Son. He once said that his disciple would be the Holy Son of this temple in the future. Now that his disciple has appeared, the candidate for the Holy Son must naturally be him."