Although there is no clue from this judge, if you have mastered the name of the evil immortal, things can be investigated smoothly.

The case book also records the place where the young man lived at that time.

Zhu Minglang followed the address and found a suburb that almost did not belong to Yuheng Fairy City.

It was a brown river. Since the upstream was a slaughterhouse, the river was very dirty. Either a large amount of blood poured into the river or some unwanted internal organs were thrown away on the surface of the river.

The brown river is extremely smelly.

Zhu Minglang found a ruined Taoist temple following the recorded residence address.

There are only two earthen walls left in the Taoist temple, and the tiles have long disappeared, reeds, moss, crawling wall grass, and spider webs. These all indicate that this place has been abandoned for many years.

Zhu Minglang wanted to find some clues in this dilapidated Taoist temple, but no trace was left here except for dilapidated and desolate.

After all, it was forty years ago, and it was already good that there was a wall standing here.

It was still at night, and there was still a bit of scammer and strangeness in the abandoned Taoist temple. In the past, there must be some fairies wandering around the world. Zhu Minglang could even feel some broken ghosts, hiding in a dark place, carefully peeking at him.

Just soft the twigs here.

You can find some ghosts to ask about the situation.

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

...

The morning came very slowly, and Zhu Minglang stayed here until the morning.

A footstep alarmed Zhu Minglang. Zhu Minglang looked at the sound and saw an old man picking herbs carrying a bamboo basket. He was walking into the forest.

"Old man!" Zhu Minglang called out to the old man who collected herbs.

The old man stopped and looked into the broken view. When Zhu Minglang, who was covered in the rays of light, walked out of it, the panic on his original face gradually disappeared, and he changed into a gentle smile.

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

Zhu Minglang's eyes were stopped on the bamboo basket of the old man who collected herbs for a moment, and then he smiled friendlyly and said, "I came to find an old friend and asked everywhere. I only know that he lived here many years ago."

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

"That's true." 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 any questions, just ask. I am still busy picking ganoderma lucidum. When this thing goes by, it will be dry!" said the old man who collects herbs.

"Then I will accompany you into the forest. Why do we chat while walking?" Zhu Minglang said.

"It's good. After all, you can't delay my harvest just because you are an immortal!" The old man who collected the herbs said honestly.

...

Following the old man into the forest, the old man was listening to the wind and looking at the woods.

The direction of the wind, the location where some special trees grow in the forest, and the brilliance of the morning glow are all important basis for him to pick the spirit.

Whether in Jiting Continent or in the Beidou Shenzhou, these spiritual pickers can often be seen in the mountains, rivers and earth.

Not all spiritual resources in the world are accompanied by danger, and are accompanied by ferocious beasts. Some of them naturally grow in some places and do not exude tempting spiritual charm. They just need people familiar with the mountains and fields to find it and pick it away... This generally requires enough patience to search and explore one mountain stream after another.

The spirit-picking man and the practitioner are inseparable. Zhu Minglang looked at the old man's spirit-picking while asking about the old Taoist temple.

"You talk about Taoist temples. At the beginning, there was indeed a Taoist priest practicing there. Later, somehow the Taoist priest disappeared. Then the Taoist priests were not taken care of by anyone, and they eventually became wild children. They usually rely on picking up internal organs floating in the river to feed on them." said the old man Cailing.

"Am there anyone among those Taoist children named Hongmo?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"Yes, that child is very smart, and through the things left by the Taoist priest, he has learned some small Taoist techniques by himself. However, those Taoist crafts are basically no different from those in the market, and they are useless. Pengmen kidnap is okay." Old Man Cailing knew very clearly about what happened at that time.

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

"It seems that I entered the yamen once, and after I came out, others became much more at ease. I learned to collect herbs with me for a while, and not long after, I carried a big bamboo basket and started working as an errand peddler and selling things."

"What did you give him his bamboo basket?" Zhu Minglang said, and glanced at the same bamboo basket basket that the old man was carrying.

"I don't remember, the child has a high understanding. He has mastered all the things I taught him once, and he can find some spiritual herbs faster than me. Maybe he thinks that Cailing has no future. He may have gone to practice or entered some sects. In short, he has never seen it." said the old man Cailing.

"In this way, are you considered his teacher?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"Just teach him the skills of living a down-to-earth life and living a life of simplicity. Those Taoist children are also quite pitiful... Cough cough, cough cough." The old man coughed a few times.

The old man's body was not strong. The coldness gathered in the early morning all night, and he needed to get up early to pick the spirits. The dark cold would inevitably erode his health. Although Zhu Minglang could not see a person's life, he could also roughly see his physical condition.

The old man probably hasn't had a few years, if he continued to pick spirits like this early in the morning every day.

Zhu Minglang understood the old man's situation and confirmed that he was just an ordinary spirit picker. He did not go around any longer. Instead, he told the old man: "This Taoist boy named Hong Mo has now become an evil immortal. Last night, he used the person who had harmed him to revenge and destroyed many people."

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

It can be seen that the old man Cailing's eyes were a little unbelievable and a little sad.

"Oh, I've finally embarked on a bad path. If this child was a little stupid, he might be stupid. Maybe he is still with me to collect herbs, and he won't harm anyone." Old Man Cailing sighed, helplessness and guilt flashed in his eyes.

"I am a god. Now I need to capture his earth soul. As his former herbal medicine teacher, please come to the hall to correct me. Is it OK?" Zhu Minglang asked.

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

But before he could come 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, and instinctively collected the spiritual herbs and medicines.

Perhaps because of walking with the immortals, I gained a lot this time and got the harvest of the past month in one morning.

But the old man couldn't be happy.
Chapter completed!