Chapter 274 Stealing Immortal Grass Inn and Omen

Chapter 274 Stealing Immortal Grass Inn and Omen

In the middle of the town, there is an inn.

This is a five-story building, although it is a wooden structure, it also looks majestic.

In front of the inn, there is a conspicuous golden signboard "Cyclamen."

Lin Xuan came not far from the inn.

This place is not opened by ordinary people, but the property of Tianmu Mountain. Usually, most of it is abandoned. It is only used to receive monks from outside when the square market is held once every ten years.

According to the Xiaoer, if you want to enter Tianmu Mountain, you must first come here to register for accommodation.

Lin Xuan scanned it with his divine sense, and he found that nine out of ten monks in the whole town were concentrated here. Since there are normal channels to enter the mountain, Lin Xuan naturally won't have any troubles, honestly like "Cyclamen" "Go.

At this time, his spiritual strength is maintained at the early stage of foundation establishment, and everything in the cultivation world pays attention to strength. If he hides too low, he will easily run into obstacles everywhere when he acts. It is easy to attract attention.

Therefore, after Lin Xuan thought about it, he maintained his mana at the level of the successful foundation establishment just now.

Neither high nor low!

"senior!"

As soon as Lin Xuan came to the door, there was a young man in white who greeted him. He was in his early twenties, and his spiritual strength was not weak. He was at the fifth level of the spiritual stage.

If it is another sect, this kind of secular industry must be handed over to the disciples of the outside sect. However, Tianmu Mountain pays attention to entering the world, so the work of serving tea and serving people is all delegated to the low-level disciples of the sect. Practice can get rid of demons.

Seeing that the person receiving him was also an immortal cultivator, Lin Xuan couldn't help being taken aback, but the young man seemed to be used to this kind of expression from outsiders, and there was no abnormality on his face, and he said with a little respect: "Senior is also here to participate in the transaction Will it?"

"Yes." Lin Xuan nodded.

"In that case, please come with me."

The young man led Lin Xuan into the inn, where it was inconvenient to use his spiritual sense, but at a glance, from the way everyone was dressed, it was easy to tell that they were all immortal cultivators.

In addition to casual cultivators, there are actually many sect disciples.

Seeing this scene, Lin Xuan was not surprised but delighted. It seems that what the drugstore owner in Nafang City said was true. Although Tianmu Mountain is located in the northern border, it is rich in products, especially some spiritual herbs that have disappeared outside. Occasionally, it will appear in the world, so the temporary market that opens every ten years can always attract many immortal cultivators from afar.

The young man led Lin Xuan to the front of the counter, respectfully called Master Uncle, a middle-aged man in his early forties, slightly fat, with a kind face raised his head and took a look at Lin Xuan.

In an instant, Lin Xuan had the feeling that all his secrets had been seen. He couldn't help being startled, but then he sneered secretly. Obviously, this person has a special skill. Among the monks, is there any guy with evil intentions?

It's a pity that relying on his mid-stage foundation-building monks, how could he find doubts in his own mind? Lin Xuan's spiritual consciousness is far superior to that of monks of the same rank. Even if he practiced for another ten years, he would not be a threat to him.

As for seeing through one's true cultivation? Lin Xuan was not worried at all. The Yinling Pill plus the secret method of restraining Qi in the Nine Heavens Profound Art, unless it was an old monster in the Nascent Soul Stage, no one else would even think about it.

After the shopkeeper-like middle-aged man's consciousness swept Lin Xuan's body, he found nothing suspicious, and a kind smile appeared on his face: "I, Wang Shixuan of Tianmu Mountain, I don't know the name of this fellow Taoist, where is the fairyland?" ?”

"In Xialin Xuan, I'm just a casual cultivator. I'm famous at the Jiumugui faction trade fair, so..." Lin Xuan's words were half true and half false. Naturally, it was impossible for the other party to investigate, so he said a few words of welcome, Handed a jade card to Lin Xuan's hand: "This thing is a token of our sect, you must not lose it, fellow Taoists. Tomorrow, our sect will naturally have special disciples to guide you into the mountain. As for today , fellow daoist can walk around nearby, or just rest in this shop, nephew Lei, take this fellow daoist down."

"Yes!" The boy in white saluted, then turned around; "Senior, please."

"It's time to work!"

As a cultivator in the foundation building period, Lin Xuan lived in a very different guest room. It was actually a separate small courtyard. Although the area was small, the environment was very quiet.

The room was simply furnished, but it was neat and bright. Lin Xuan had a satisfied smile on his face. After seeing off his Tianmu Mountain disciples, he closed the door.

Then without saying a word, he released his consciousness and searched the entire courtyard including the room, but found nothing. Lin Xuan's expression really relaxed.

Fortunately, the other party did not do any tricks. It seems that Tianmu Mountain is not stupid. Although he has doubts about the monks from outside, he is unwilling to do such a taboo thing.

In fact, if it wasn't for this extraordinary period, Lin Xuan would not be willing to be so cautious. Originally, he didn't have any bad intentions for Tianmu Mountain, but just wanted to buy Vientiane Grass with spar in a fair manner.

I don't know why, ever since he came to Tianmu Mountain, Lin Xuan has always been a little restless, it seems that this trip will encounter some major changes, but he himself can't tell where this worry comes from...

Since he is a cultivator, it is impossible not to believe in ghosts and gods. For this omen, Lin Xuan dare not take it lightly.

If it weren't for this place, there is really no news of Vientiane Grass anywhere else, Lin Xuan must have turned back and left long ago. With his character of not being profitable and not getting up early, naturally he would not put himself in a dangerous place.

However, he couldn't just leave now. The Concentration Pill was no coincidence, and it lacked such blind accessories. If he wanted to improve his realm quickly, he had to take any risk.

Lin Xuan had no choice, so he had to be careful in all aspects.