Hearing this, Mu Chen and Mu Yue paused and looked at Pan Ning. Hao Er paused for a moment before asking, "Is the news reliable? How can we be sure that the other party is a cultivator?"
His memory has returned, and even though he is still young, he has become more cautious in his actions. This place belongs to the realm of mortals. In this mortal world, neither power nor money is what immortal cultivators seek. Even if there are really immortal cultivators who come to this place, they should not show up in front of people. Therefore, when he heard that he had found the trace of an immortal and invited the person back to the imperial capital, he was only suspicious.
"I haven't seen the person yet, so I guess it will take a few days to find out." Pan Ning said, looking at Hao'er and asked, "Do you suspect that the person is not an immortal?"
Hao Er shook his head and said, "This place belongs to the mortal realm. Ordinary immortal cultivators will not come here, unless they are traveling. But if they are that kind, they will not show up in front of people and let everyone know."
"I understand. I will pay more attention to this matter and tell you after I find out the details." Pan Ning nodded and said.
The carriage was moving slowly. Along the way, there was constant laughter in the carriage. Several children sitting in the carriage lifted the curtain from time to time and looked at the scenery along the way.
They walked along the way until they arrived at the gate of the Imperial Temple.
"Come down quickly! We're here." Pan Ning got off the carriage first. After carrying Yue'er down, he saw Mu Chen jump off the carriage gently, followed by Hao'er.
“Daddy!”
Bo Qing at the back jumped down like a little monkey and quickly came to his side: "Dad, are we staying here tonight?" He held his father's hand with one hand and looked at the majestic Buddhist place with curiosity in his eyes.
"After we go in, let's go meet the abbot of the temple first, and then I'll take you around." Pan Ning said with a smile, touching his head, and said, "Stay here tonight, and we'll go back tomorrow afternoon."
Over there, the guards helped Pan Hong off the carriage and pushed his wheelchair towards the gate. Pan Hong shouted to them, "Let's go!"
"Qing'er, Yue'er and Muchen, don't run around. Follow me closely." Pan Ning instructed the little ones not to run around, and then led them inside.
Bowen and Xueer followed their father's wheelchair. Not long after they entered the gate, they saw the abbot in his sixties walking slowly towards them with several young monks.
"Amitabha, well done, well done." The host bowed to Pan Hong and Pan Ning, chanting the Buddha's name softly, but his eyes swept across the children and fell on Hao'er and Muchen and Muyue behind them.
At a glance, a gleam of light flashed across his wise eyes. He smiled, clasped his hands together and bowed again: "I didn't know that you were a distinguished guest. I am sorry for not welcoming you."
Hearing this, Pan Hong's eyes flickered slightly. He turned slightly and his gaze fell on Hao'er, Mu Chen and Mu Yue.
Pan Ning was also a little surprised. It was said that the abbot of the Imperial Temple had a keen eye, but he didn't expect that he could see the excellence of Hao'er and the other two at a glance.
He saluted with a smile, clasped his hands together, and called them distinguished guests. His eyes swept across them and fell on Hao'er, Muchen and Mu Yue. It was so obvious that they naturally could not fail to notice.