Dragon Tamer Chapter 1062: Tao Tong

Although there is no clue from the judge, the evil immortal's name has been grasped, and the matter can be traced smoothly.

There is also a record of the place where the boy lived at the time.

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

It was a brown river. Because the upper stream 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.

Brown River is very smelly.

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

There are only two soil 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, except for the run-down and desolate.

It's been forty years after all, and it's not bad that there is a wall standing here.

It's still night, the ruined Taoist temple still shows a bit of crookedness and weirdness. In the past, there must have been some fairies wandering in the world. Zhu Minglang can even feel some broken ghosts, they are hiding In the dark place, I carefully peeped at myself.

Xiao Zhirou 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, I wish Minglang stayed here till morning.

The sound of 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 who picked herbs.

The old man stopped and looked into the view, seeing Zhu Minglang, who was dressed in sunlight, walked out of it, the trace of panic on his 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 picking herbs for a moment, and then he hung a friendly smile and said, “I’m here to find an old person, and I’m asking everywhere. I only know that he lived many, many years ago. Here."

"Are you a fairy?" the old man picking herbs asked.

"Sure." 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 has passed. At that time, it was dead!" said the old man picking herbs.

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

"This is good, after all, you can't delay my harvest just because you are a fairy!" The old man picking medicine said honestly.

……

Follow the old man into 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 beasts, some naturally grow in a certain place, and do not exude alluring aura, just need people who are familiar with the mountains and wilds to find it. Pick it away... This generally requires enough patience to search, to explore one by one in the mountains.

The picker and the practitioner are inseparable. While watching the old man picking the spirit, Zhu Minglang asked about the dilapidated Taoist temple.

"You said Guan, there was indeed a Taoist priest practicing there in the first place, but somehow the Taoist priests disappeared, and then those Taoist boys were left unattended, and eventually they became wild children, usually relying on picking up rivers. The internal organs floating in the middle are for food." Old Cai Ling said.

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

"Yes, that kid is very clever, 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 of great use. Pengmen's abduction is okay. "The old man Cai Ling knew very well about the events at that time.

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

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

"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 savvy. He has mastered everything I taught him once, and he was able to find some spiritual plants faster than I did. Maybe I think the spirit mining has no future, and it is possible to practice cultivation. If I go, I may have entered some sects, but I haven't seen it before," said the old man Cai Ling.

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

"It's just to teach him the craftsmanship to be down-to-earth and duty-bound~IndoMTL.com~Those Taoists are also quite poor...cough cough, cough cough." The old man coughed a few times.

The old man’s body is not strong, the cold all night is gathered in the early morning, and he needs to get up early in the morning to gather spirits. The dark cold will inevitably erode his health. Although Zhu Minglang can’t see a person’s positive life, Can also roughly see his physical condition.

The old man shouldn't have been for a few years, if he continues to pick spirits in the early morning like this 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, but told the old man: "This Taoist boy named Hong Mo has now become an evil fairy. , He used the people who had harmed him to launch a revenge last night and wiped out many people."

The old man stopped, looking at the wishes for a long time.

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

"Oh, after all, he went on a bad path. If this kid was a little stupid, he would be a little stupid. Maybe he's still by my side to follow me to gather medicine, so that he won't harm people." Elder Tsai Ling With a long sigh, 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, can you?" Zhu Minglang asked.

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

But before he recovers, Zhu Minglang has 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 is not happy.

Looking back on what he knew, a child he had taught is now that way, and he still feels uneasy in his heart.