Although he didn't have any leads on the interrogator, now that he knew the name of the Evil Immortal, he could continue his investigation smoothly.
There was also a record of the place where the young man lived at the time.
Zhu Minglang followed the address and found a suburb that didn't seem to belong to Yuheng Xian City.
It was a brown river. Because there was a slaughterhouse upstream, the river was very dirty. Either a large amount of blood flowed into the river, or some unnecessary organs were discarded on the river surface.
The brown river was extremely smelly.
Zhu Minglang followed the address and found a run-down Taoist temple.
There were only two earthen walls left in the Taoist temple. The tiles were long gone, and there were reeds, moss, creeper plants, and spider webs. All these indicated that this place had been abandoned for many years.
Zhu Minglang wanted to find some clues in this run-down Taoist temple, but there was nothing left except for the desolation.
After all, it was forty years ago. It was already good enough that there was still a wall standing here.
It was still night time, but the run-down Taoist temple was still a bit creepy and creepy. In the past, this place must have been inhabited by some wandering spirits. Zhu Minglang could even sense some broken ghosts. They were hiding in the dark, carefully peeping at him.
If only Little Zhi Rou was here.
He could find some Yin spirits and ask them about the situation.
Zhu Minglang didn't have the Yin-Yang Eye, so he couldn't see these Yin spirits and ghosts.
…
Dawn came very slowly. Zhu Minglang stayed here until morning.
The sound of footsteps startled Zhu Minglang. Zhu Minglang looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old herb gatherer with a bamboo basket on his back. He was walking into the forest.
"Old man!" Zhu Minglang called out to the old herb gatherer.
The old man stopped and looked into the run-down Taoist temple. When he saw Zhu Minglang walking out, the trace of fear on his face disappeared and was replaced by a gentle smile.
"What is it, young man?" asked the old man.
Zhu Minglang's gaze lingered on the old man's bamboo basket for a moment. Then, he put on a friendly smile and said, "I'm here to find an old friend. After asking around, I only know that he lived here many, many years ago."
"You are an immortal, right?" The herb-gatherer old man asked.
"Sort of." Zhu Minglang nodded.
"No wonder. This place has been abandoned for thirty or forty years. No one remembers this place at all. If you have something to ask, ask quickly. This old man is still busy picking the Red Cloud Ganoderma. This thing will wither when it's time!" The old man said.
"Then I'll walk with you into the forest. How about we chat while walking?" Zhu Minglang said.
"That's good. After all, I can't delay my harvest just because you're an immortal!" the old man said honestly.
…
Following the old man into the forest, the old man was watching the tree with the Listening to the Wind.
The direction of the wind, the location of some special trees in the forest, and the radiance of the morning sun were all important factors for him to gather spiritual energy.
Whether it was the Polar Court Continent or the Northern Dipper Prefecture, these spiritual energy gatherers could often be seen in the mountains and rivers.
Not all spiritual resources in the world were accompanied by danger or ferocious beasts. Some of them grew naturally in certain places and didn't emit any attractive spiritual energy. They only needed people who were familiar with the mountains to find them and pick them. Usually, this required enough patience to search for them and explore the mountains one by one.
Spiritual energy gatherers and cultivators were inseparable. Zhu Minglang watched the old man gather spiritual energy while asking about the old Taoist temple.
"Your Taoist temple? In the beginning, there was indeed a Taoist priest who cultivated there. Then, for some reason, the Taoist priest disappeared. Then, there was no one to take care of the Taoist children. In the end, they became wild children. Usually, they eat the organs floating in the river," the old man said.
"Was there someone called Hong Mo among the Taoist children?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Yes, the child was very smart. He learned some small Taoist techniques from the things left behind by the Taoist priest. However, those Taoist techniques were basically no different from the tricks of the marketplace. They weren't very useful. They were good for swindling people." The old man knew quite a lot about what had happened back then.
"What happened after that? What did he do? "Zhu Minglang asked.
"I think he went to the government office once. After he came out, he became more down-to-earth. He learned how to gather herbs from me for a while. Not long after, he carried a big bamboo basket and began to run errands and sell things."
"His bamboo basket was given to him by you?" Zhu Minglang asked. He glanced at the bamboo basket the old man was carrying. "I don't remember.
"I don't remember. The child's perception is very high. He grasped everything I taught him once. Furthermore, he was able to find some spiritual herbs faster than me. He probably felt that there was no future in spiritual harvesting. Perhaps he went to cultivate, or perhaps he joined some sects. In any case, I've never seen him again," Elder Spirit Harvesting said.
"In that case, you are considered his teacher?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"I only taught him how to live a down-to-earth and dutiful life. Those Taoist children are quite pitiful … Cough, cough, cough." The old man coughed a few times.
The old man's body was also not very healthy. The cold air for the entire night had gathered in the morning and he needed to wake up early in the morning to gather spiritual energy. The dark cold would inevitably erode his health. Even though Zhu Minglang could not see a person's lifespan, he could roughly see his body's condition.
The old man did not have many years left if he continued to gather spiritual energy early in the morning every day.
Zhu Minglang understood the old man's situation. After confirming that he was just an ordinary spirit gatherer, he did not beat around the bush. Instead, he told the old man, "This Taoist child named Hong Mo has now become an evil immortal. Last night, he used the people who harmed him to launch a revenge attack and killed many people."
The old man stopped in his tracks and stared at Zhu Minglang for a long time.
It was obvious that the old man's eyes were filled with disbelief and sorrow.
"Sigh, in the end, he still walked the path of evil. If only this child was a little more stupid. If he was a little more stupid, he might still be gathering herbs with me instead of harming others." The old man let out a long sigh. His eyes flashed with helplessness and guilt.
"I am a god. Now, I need to capture his Earthly Soul. As his former herb-gathering teacher, can I trouble you to come in and correct me?" Zhu Minglang asked.
The old man was stunned. He did not know what Zhu Minglang was talking about.
But before he could react, Zhu Minglang had already disappeared before his eyes.
The old man was full of confusion, but he still continued to walk in the forest, instinctively gathering spiritual herbs and spiritual herbs.
Perhaps it was because he was traveling with an immortal, but this time, he had a bountiful harvest. In just one morning, he had obtained a month's worth of harvest.
But the old man was not happy.
He still felt uneasy when he thought about how a child he knew and taught had become like this.
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