After leaving the Hall of Dreams, Zhu Minglang walked alone in the forest.
It was already afternoon and the light silver sunlight shone through the forest. Through the dense leaves, it shone on Zhu Minglang's body.
After passing through the forest, he returned to the murky river.
Zhu Minglang glanced at the murky river. He vaguely felt that there were many dirty things at the bottom of the river.
At that moment, Zhu Minglang heard footsteps.
From the direction of the forest, an old man with a bamboo basket on his back was panting. After seeing Zhu Minglang, his eyes lit up.
"Old man, why aren't you home yet?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Immortal, this is the best quality Cloud Lingzhi I picked today. I'm giving it to you. I can see that you've been busy with Hongmo's matter recently. You don't look well. Take it back and replenish your blood and Qi," the old man said.
"This isn't a problem with my blood and Qi. Keep it for yourself. Old man, listen to my advice. In the future, don't go picking Lingzhi early in the morning. It's not good for your health. If you want to accompany your children and grandchildren for a few more years, "Zhu Minglang said.
"I just want my children to have a better life in the future. This is the only use my old bones have now. By the way, has the matter been resolved? "the old man asked.
Zhu Minglang shook his head and said, "The young man you know is no longer the weak young man who relied on the Peng Door to swindle others. He's now very powerful. I'm afraid he's one of the most evil immortals in Yuheng Xian City. Even I'm not sure if I can take him down. In addition, the night is long and the day is short. The Qi of the Righteous Spirit is declining, and evil is growing in the wild …"
The old man was confused. He didn't know much about these things, so he just stood there and listened.
"If there's anything you need me to do, don't hesitate to ask. No matter what, I'm responsible for this matter. If I had helped them more forty years ago, perhaps they wouldn't have ended up like this, "the old man said seriously.
The older he got, the more he believed in the cycle of karma and the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao.
It could be seen that the old man was indeed blaming himself for the past.
"Them?" Zhu Minglang asked in confusion, "Elder, why do you say 'them'?"
"After the old Daoist disappeared, the Daoist temple became an orphanage. A group of Daoist children rely on begging and collecting garbage in the river to survive. Hong Mo is the oldest among them, and he is also the one who is doing everything he can to take care of them," the old man said.
"How are they now?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Most of them are street vendors. They carry a basket of daily necessities and sell them everywhere. Not long ago, I met one when I was collecting spiritual energy. I can't remember his name. He wanted to sell me something, but I was thirsty and wanted to drink some tea. Speaking of which, it's strange. After he recognized me, he immediately said that he wasn't selling it. Then, he turned around and ran. "The old man said.
Zhu Minglang immediately fell into deep thought.
Could it be a gang crime?
In the various mortal cities of Yuheng Xian City, there was an average of one similar case happening every day. The frequency was especially high, and it happened in different places.
Could it be that it wasn't the work of a single person?
"Elder, do you remember who was the judge in charge of Hong Mo's case when he was arrested?" Zhu Minglang asked.
Most of the things that happened forty years ago could only be recorded with words. However, words couldn't reveal the names of gods. Therefore, they could only ask someone who knew about it forty years ago.
"I know. That judge was quite impressive. He ascended to immortality a few years ago. Furthermore, he was in charge of Alioth. He seemed to be the Keeper of the Ring. He was known for being impartial and merciless," the old man said.
Keeper of the Ring?
Wasn't that the old dog, Sword Immortal Eastern Palace?
Zhu Minglang's heart was in turmoil!
This matter didn't seem simple!
Zhu Minglang thanked the old man and immediately returned to Alioth.
…
Not long after Zhu Minglang left, the old man sat alone in the dilapidated temple, as though he didn't want to return.
The old man glanced at the spiritual herbs in his basket and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Every day, he woke up early and went to bed late so that his descendants could have a better life.
But why couldn't he be more generous and kind back then and take care of the pitiful children in the temple? Those children relied on the innards in the river for food. The innards thrown into the river by the slaughterhouses were extremely dirty. Many of them were infected with the plague. After eating the innards, the children developed ulcers and parasites in their stomachs. Many of them died in the temple.
"Cough cough …" In the evening, the weather began to turn cold. Elder Ling Cai coughed a few times.
At that moment, the sound of a flute was heard. It was the sound of a vendor blowing a flute to attract the attention of passersby. It sounded like a candy vendor shaking a bell at the entrance of an alley.
The sound of the flute came closer and closer. A young man walked into the temple with a smile.
The light of the evening was right behind him. His figure was just right on the dividing line of dusk. The old man could not even see his face clearly.
"Master, long time no see. You don't look well," said the young man.
"You are?" asked the old man, puzzled.
The young man slowly walked closer. Only then did the old man see his face clearly.
"Hong … Hong Mo?" Elder Ling Cai said in surprise.
"It's me. At noon, I met with some trouble. After thinking about it, the only person who has a little bit of connection with my Earth Soul is probably you. After all, you can be considered as my herb-picking teacher." Hong Mo smiled, revealing his white teeth. His two sharp canine teeth were somewhat obvious.
"Alright." Old Man Ling Cai sighed.
He could roughly guess his fate.
However, he didn't regret it.
"If you want to do something, please leave this basket at my door after you're done. My grandson is about to learn swordsmanship and needs this money." Elder Ling Cai didn't run away. Although there was some uneasiness in his eyes, there was no panic.
"Master Ge, you should take the things back yourself. I came here to see if that immortal is still around. I want to deal with him so that I won't be restricted in the future," said Hong Mo.
"Hong Mo, I know that the world is unfair to you, but you don't have to vent your anger and resentment on those innocent people. Repent and be saved. The heavens won't sit by and do nothing," said Elder Ge.
"Master Ge, I don't hate this world at all. On the contrary, I'm infatuated with it. Although I don't know what that immortal said to you, what I did wasn't as bad as they said, "said Hong Mo.
"But so many people died. I heard about it," said Elder Ge.
"People are beheaded at the execution ground every day. Why don't you think it's inappropriate?" asked Hong Mo.
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