Chapter 1062: Dao Boy

Although there is no clue about the judge, but the name of the evil fairy has been grasped, and the matter can be traced smoothly.

The case book also recorded the place where the boy lived at that time.

Zhu Minglang followed the address and found a suburb that hardly belonged to Yuheng Immortal City.

It was a brown river. Because the upstream was a slaughterhouse, the river was very dirty. Either a lot of blood poured into the river, or some unnecessary internal organs were discarded on the river.

The brown river is extremely smelly.

Following the recorded residential address, Zhu Minglang found a Broken Taoist Temple.

There are only two earth walls left in the Taoist temple, and the tiles have long since disappeared. The reeds, moss, climbing grass, and spider webs all show that this place has been abandoned for many years.

Zhu Minglang wanted to find some clues in this dilapidated Taoist temple, but there were no traces left here, except dilapidated and desolate.

After all, it was forty years ago, and it is not bad that there is still a wall standing here.

It's still night, and the deserted Taoist temple is still a bit creepy and weird. In the past, there must have been some goblins wandering in the world. Zhu Minglang can even feel some broken ghosts hiding in dark places , peeping at himself carefully.

Xiao Zhirou would be fine here.

You can find some ghosts to ask about the situation.

Zhu Minglang doesn't have yin and yang eyes, and he can't see these yin and yang ghosts.

...

Morning came very slowly, Zhu Minglang stayed here until morning.

Zhu Minglang was startled by the sound of footsteps. Zhu Minglang looked around and saw an old man picking herbs with a bamboo basket on his back. He was walking into the woods.

"Old man!" Zhu Minglang called to stop the old man picking medicine.

The old man stopped and looked into the view, and saw Zhu Minglang walking out of it, wearing a multi-colored glow. The trace of panic on his face gradually disappeared, and a gentle smile replaced it.

"What's the matter, young man?" asked the old man collecting herbs.

Zhu Minglang's gaze rested on the old man's bamboo basket for a moment, and then he put on a friendly smile and said, "I'm here to find an old friend, and I've asked around, and all I know is that he lived here many, many years ago. "

"Are you an immortal?" asked the old man who collected medicine.

"It is." Zhu Minglang nodded.

"No wonder, this place has been abandoned for thirty or forty years, and no one remembers it at all. If you have anything to ask, just ask quickly. My old man is still busy picking ganoderma lucidum. This thing is out of date, but It will dry up!" said the old man collecting herbs.

"Then I'll walk with you into the woods, why don't we talk while walking?" Zhu Minglang said.

"That's good. After all, you can't delay my harvest just because you are a fairy!" said the old man picking herbs sincerely.

...

Follow the old man to the woods, the old man is listening to the wind.

The direction of the wind, the location of some special trees in the forest, and the brilliance of the morning glow are all important evidences for him to gather spirits.

Whether it is Jiting Continent or Beidou Shenzhou, these spirit pickers can often be seen in the mountains and rivers.

Not all spiritual resources in the world are accompanied by dangers and beasts. Some of them grow naturally in a certain place and do not exude attractive aura. They just need people who are familiar with the mountains to find them and pick them up. Walking... This generally requires enough patience to search, to explore mountain streams one by one.

Spirit pickers and practitioners are inseparable. While watching the old man pick up spirits, Zhu Minglang asked about the dilapidated Taoist temple.

"You said Guan, there was indeed a Taoist priest practicing there in the earliest days, and then the Taoist priest disappeared for some reason, and then the Taoist boys were left without anyone to take care of them, and finally became wild children, usually relying on picking up things floating in the river. The internal organs are the food." Cai Ling old man said.

"Is there anyone named Hong Mo among those Taoist boys?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"Yes, that child is very smart, and through the things left by the Taoist priest, he has comprehended some little Taoism, but those Taoisms are basically no different from the tricks of the market,

It's not very useful, Pengmen abduction is okay. "The old man Cai Ling knew quite clearly what happened at that time.

"What happened later? What did he do?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"It seems that he entered the yamen once, and after he came out, he became more at ease. He learned how to collect herbs with me for a while, and soon he carried a big bamboo basket on his back and started working as an errand seller, selling things."

"His bamboo basket was given to him by you?" Zhu Minglang said, looking at the same bamboo basket that the old man was carrying.

"I don't remember, the child has a very high level of comprehension, and he has mastered all the things I taught him once, and he was able to find some spiritual herbs faster than me. He probably thinks that there is no future for picking spirits, and he may go to practice. It may also have entered some sects, but I have never seen it." Said the old man of Cailing.

"So, you are his teacher?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"It's just teaching him the skills to live in a down-to-earth manner. Those Taoist boys are quite pitiful... Cough cough, cough cough." The old man coughed a few times.

The old man's body is not healthy either, the cold all night gathers in the early morning, and he needs to wake up early in the morning, the dark cold will inevitably erode his health, although Zhu Minglang can't see a person's Yangshou, but he can probably Look at his physical condition.

The old man should not be there for a few years, if he continues to go to collect spirits so early in the morning every day.

Zhu Minglang figured out the old man's situation, and after confirming that he was just an ordinary spirit picker, he didn't make any more detours, but told the old man: "This Taoist boy named Hong Mo has now become an evil fairy. Last night he He launched a revenge campaign using the people who had harmed him, and wiped out many people."

The old man stopped and looked at Zhu Minglang for a long time.

It can be seen that Cailing old man's eyes are somewhat disbelieving and also somewhat sad.

"Hey, he's on a bad path after all. It would be great if this kid was a little bit stupid. If he's a little bit stupid, he might still be by my side and follow me to collect medicine, so he won't be able to harm anyone." Old Cailing sighed With a sound, helplessness and guilt flashed in his eyes.

"I'm a god, and now I need to capture his earth soul. As his former herb-picking teacher, can you come in and correct me when the time comes?" Zhu Minglang asked.

The old man froze for a moment, not knowing what Zhu Minglang was talking about.

But before he came back to his senses, Zhu Minglang had disappeared before his eyes.

The old man was full of confusion, but he continued to walk in the mountains and forests, instinctively collecting those spiritual herbs.

Probably because of walking with the immortals, this time the harvest was quite good, and I got the harvest of the past month in one morning.

It's just that the old man can't be happy.

He still feels uneasy when he thinks of a child he knew and taught who has become like that.