Dragon Tamer

Although there is no clue from the judge, the evil immortal's name 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 Xiancheng.

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

The brown river smells so strange.

Zhu Minglang followed the recorded residence address and found a Po Taoist temple.

There are only two earth walls left in the Taoist temple. The tiles have long been gone. Reeds, moss, wall 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 for the run-down and desolate.

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

Still at night, the ruined Taoist temple still shows a bit of crookedness and weirdness. In the past, there must be some fairies wandering in the world. Zhu Minglang can even feel some broken ghosts, they are hiding in the dark place. , Peering carefully at himself.

Xiaozhirou will be fine here.

You can find some Yin Ling to ask about the situation.

Zhu Minglang has no yin and yang eyes, nor can he see these yin spirit ghosts.

…

The early morning came very slowly, and I wish Minglang stayed here till the morning.

A footstep alarmed Zhu Minglang. Zhu Minglang was looking for his reputation and saw an old man picking herbs with a bamboo basket on his back. He was walking into the woods.

"Old man!" Zhu Minglang stopped the old man picking herbs.

The old man stopped and looked into the view, and saw Zhu Minglang, who was dressed in sunlight, walked out of it. The trace of panic on his original face gradually disappeared, and a gentle smile was put on.

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

Zhu Minglang's gaze stayed on the bamboo basket of the old man who picked the medicine for a moment, and then he hung a friendly smile and said, "I'm looking for an old person, and I'm asking everywhere. I only know that he lived here many, many years ago. "

"Are you an immortal?" the old man picking herbs asked.

"That's it." Zhu Minglang nodded.

"No wonder, this place has been abandoned for thirty or forty years. No one remembers this. If you have anything to ask, just ask quickly. My old man is still busy picking Ganoderma lucidum. This thing is out of time. It's dead!" said the old man picking herbs.

"Then I will accompany you to the woods, why do we talk while walking?" Zhu Minglang said.

"That's good, after all, you can't delay my harvest just because you are an immortal!" The old man picking herbs said honestly.

…

Follow the old man to the woods, the old man is listening to the wind and looking at the wood.

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

Whether it is the Great Court Continent or the Big Dipper Shenzhou, the mountains and rivers can often see the figures of these spiritual collectors.

Not all spiritual resources in the world are accompanied by danger. They are accompanied by fierce beasts. Some naturally grow in a certain place and do not exude attractive aura. It is just that people who are familiar with the mountains and wilds need to find it and pick it. Go... This generally requires enough patience to search, to explore one by one in the mountains.

Piling people and practitioners are inseparable. While Zhu Minglang looked at the old man Cai Ling, he asked about the shabby Taoist temple.

"You said Guan, there was indeed a Taoist cultivating there in the first place, but somehow the Taoist priests disappeared, and then those Taoist children were left unattended, and in the end they became wild children, usually relying on picking up those floating in the river. The internal organs are food." Said the old man Cai Ling.

"Among those Taoists, is there one named Hong Mo?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"Yes, that kid is very smart, and through the things left by the Taoist priests, he has comprehended some small Taoism, but those Taoism are basically the same as the tricks of the market, and they are not very useful. Pengmen cheating is fine." Cai Ling The old man knew very well what happened at that time.

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

"It seems like I entered the yamen once. After I came out, others were more at ease. I learned to pick medicine for a period of time. Before long, I started to work as a errand trader with a big bamboo basket on my back and sold things."

"You gave him his bamboo basket?" Zhu Minglang said, and glanced at the same bamboo basket that the old man was carrying.

"I don't remember, the child has a very high level of savvy. He has mastered everything I taught him once, and he was able to find some spiritual plants faster than me. Maybe he thinks that there is no future for picking spirits, and he may go to practice. Maybe I have entered some sects, but I haven't seen it before," said the old man Cai Ling.

"In that case, are you his teacher?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"It's just to teach him the craftsmanship of being down-to-earth and doing his duty. The Taoists of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com are also quite poor...cough, cough." The old man coughed a few times.

The old man’s body is not strong, the cold all night gathers in the early morning, and he needs to get up early in the morning to pick up the spirits. The dark cold will inevitably erode his health. Although Zhu Minglang can’t see a person’s positive life, he can still approximate Check out his physical condition.

The old man shouldn't have been for a few years, if he continues to pick spirits early in the morning every day.

Zhu Minglang figured out the situation of the old man and determined that he was just an ordinary spiritual picker. He didn't go around anymore. Instead, he told the old man: "This Taoist boy named Hong Mo has now become an evil immortal. Last night he He used the people who had harmed him in the past to retaliate and wiped out many people."

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

It can be seen that there is a bit of disbelief in the eyes of the elderly Cai Ling, and a bit of sorrow.

"Oh, after all, he went on a bad road. If this child is a little stupid, it will be better, a little stupid, maybe he is still by my side to follow me to gather medicine, and it won't hurt people." With a sound, helplessness and guilt flashed in his eyes.

"I am a god, and now I need to capture his earth soul. As his former herbal medicine teacher, please come in to correct me at that time, okay?" Zhu Minglang asked.

The old man froze for a moment, wondering what Zhu Minglang was talking about.

But before he recovered, 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 to collect those spiritual herbs.

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

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

Thinking back to what he had known and taught a child who has become that way now, he still feels uneasy in his heart.