Li Mu didn't know the origin of the old faker, but he was sure that the old faker had a powerful background, which had been confirmed many times.
The mystery was about to be revealed.
Li Mu walked past the archway and came to the gate of the ancient Randeng Temple.
Everything was still the same.
But Li Mu's face changed, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.
Because the gate of the ancient temple was overgrown with weeds, and the path that had been paved five years ago had been covered with weeds again.
The gate was unlocked, and there were cobwebs on the door frame.
Li Mu pushed the gate open and entered. The yard was overgrown with weeds, and the Medicine King Hall next to it was in a half-collapsed state. The doors and windows of several meditation rooms used to store sundries were also damaged.
Startled by the sound of Li Mu opening the gate, a few wild birds fluttered and rushed into the night sky.
In the backyard, the small forest where Li Mu often practiced the Xiantian Skill and the Zhenwu Boxing had been extremely dilapidated. The waist-high weeds were extremely dense, and the several vegetable fields beside the forest had long been ruined.
The kitchen where Li Mu used to cook had completely collapsed, and the well at the door had dried up.
A bad premonition arose in his heart.
Li Mu soon searched the entire Randeng Temple, but there was no trace of the old faker.
"What's going on?"
"Did the old faker leave?"
Li Mu carefully searched all over the place, but there was no trace of it.
He even used the Third Eye to look around, but there was no clue. He tried to use the Finding Incantation to sense the traces of the old faker, but it didn't work.
It was very strange, as if the wretched old man in Li Mu's memory was just a memory, not a real existence.
This disappointed Li Mu, and at the same time, he was a little worried.
"Did something happen to the old faker?"
Li Mu was confused by his concern, and he suddenly became nervous.
For a long time, the old faker had been the pillar in his heart. Although he was unreliable and very wretched, for Li Mu, he was like a "life mentor".
The reason why Li Mu did not directly break through the Void-breaking Realm on the Divine Land, step into the universe to compete with the extraterrestrial cultivators, and further improve his strength was that he wanted to return to Earth first, find the old faker, and solve many mysteries.
But now, the Randeng Temple was in a panic, and the old faker was gone.
All of a sudden, Li Mu felt that he had lost his backbone.
Looking at the signs of decay in the temple, it was obvious that no one had taken care of it for at least two or three years. That was to say, the old faker had left at least two or three years ago.
Sitting at the door of the old faker's former meditation room, Li Mu couldn't help but be in a daze.
He was wondering whether the old faker had left Randeng Temple and gone to other places, or had he completely left Earth?
Moreover, what was really weird was that the old faker should have left some clues or hints when he left. Otherwise, how could he find them when he came back twenty years later?
To say the least, with Li Mu's current cultivation, as long as there was such a person in the world, he could find some clues with the Missing Curse or the Backtracking Skill.
But he didn't leave any trace, and Li Mu couldn't find any clues.
It was as if a powerful being had used a supreme secret technique to erase all traces of this place.
That was even more absurd.
Li Mu didn't think that there was a so-called powerful expert on Earth who was stronger than him.
He sat at the door of the meditation room and thought for a whole night.
A new day arrived, and the morning light covered the Randeng Temple.
In the village below, chickens and dogs could be heard. It was autumn, the harvest season. At this time, the village was the busiest time of the year.
Li Mu walked out of the temple.
On the country road, there were many farmers rushing to the fields to harvest the crops.
"Uncle Zhang San, Aunt Zhang, you two are still so healthy." Looking at these acquaintances from five years ago, Li Mu went up to greet them with a smile.
"Young man, you, you are … Eh, you look a little like Mu. Is it really Mu?" Uncle Zhang San scrutinized him for a while and finally recognized that the handsome young man in front of him, who had grown a lot taller, was the Li Mu from five years ago.
Uncle Zhang San asked in surprise, "Little Mu, did you escape from the deep mountains?"
"What?" Li Mu was a little confused at that time.
What did he mean by escaping from the deep mountains?
Aunt Zhang San said, "Five years ago, you disappeared. Master Li said that you were abducted by human traffickers and sold to the mountain to dig coal …"
Li Mu was speechless.
The old faker was really an old psychopath. He could even tell such a lie.
"In fact, I was sent by my grandfather to study in another city. I just graduated this year, so I just came back." Li Mu had to cover up his lie and said, "It was a military academy. It was completely closed. I was not allowed to bring a mobile phone or communicate, so I haven't come back in the past five years."
"Well, that's good. At that time, when we heard Master Li said that you were abducted, we were all very worried about you and joined forces to report the case, but no one found anything. Later, Master Li also disappeared, so we thought he had traveled all over the country to find you." Uncle Zhang San breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, more and more villagers passed by, and they also recognized Li Mu.
"Little Mu, you've finally escaped."
"Which mountain were you abducted to dig coal?"
"How did you escape?"
"Did Master Li find you?"
The kind and simple villagers were very concerned about Li Mu, so they surrounded him and asked all at once.
"We should call the police and arrest those human traffickers and execute them."
"Yeah, now the laws of the country have changed. Human traffickers are the same as drug dealers. Once they are arrested, they will be sentenced to death."
A few uncles said indignantly.
Li Mu had to explain helplessly, and the crowd suddenly understood.
"This is also in line with Master Li's style of playing games in the world. He always surprises people." The one who spoke was Uncle Zhang, an old man in the village. He nodded and said, "It's really the style of an unworldly immortal."
Li Mu was speechless.
What's going on? I've already lied to the police. How can you infer that it's the style of an otherworldly immortal from this? You look like a brain-dead fan. There's no way to communicate with me at all.
"So, my grandfather left Randeng Temple on his own?" Li Mu asked again.
The sun gradually rose. When the villagers saw Li Mu, they were all very friendly. They were no longer in a hurry to go to the fields. They all sat by the roadside and chatted with Li Mu.
"For a period of time, Master Li always said that he was going to leave. The world is so big, and he wanted to see it. He talked about it for a while, and he seemed to have a lot on his mind. I remember that he disappeared the next day after he finished the religious ceremony for Liu Laoer's family." Uncle Zhang, the crazy fan, recalled.
"Disappeared? No one saw him leave? "Li Mu asked.
Another old man chimed in, "Yes, Grand Master Li disappeared the next day. I remember clearly that the 'Blessed Agricola' in Northern Yuan sent someone to invite Grand Master Li to preside over the opening ceremony. They said they had made an appointment beforehand, and they even called him the night before. But when they went to the temple, Grand Master Li was gone."
"Alas, this is a great loss for our Randeng Temple Village. During the years when Master Li was here, the weather in the village was good. It must be Master Li who protected us." Uncle Zhang, the crazy fan, said with great certainty.
"Then … after my grandfather left, he never came back? Have you heard that he showed up in other places? "Li Mu asked, unwilling to give up.
"I haven't seen him again." A villager answered, "At first, we also thought that he would come back soon after going out for a walk. We also sent people to Randeng Temple to clean up, carry water, and sweep the floor regularly. But later, the temple was haunted, and some strange things happened one after another. Everyone was so scared that they didn't dare to go there, and the temple was deserted."
"Haunted?" Li Mu was stunned and began to have some guesses.
"That's right. When someone went to clean up, he saw a few ghostly figures flashing by. They even breathed cold air into their necks and said some nonsense. When he came back, he fell seriously ill. Another person was bitten by a venomous snake and almost lost his life. Someone saw a female ghost in a red dress floating around the temple at night. She didn't have legs …"
"I saw with my own eyes that there were ghosts fighting in the temple. Puddles of blood appeared on the ground out of nowhere. The wild birds inside were all dead and fell to the ground."
"Immortal Zhang from the neighboring village came to have a look. He said that there were ghosts in Randeng Temple. When Master Li was here, he could suppress them. But after Master Li left, he couldn't suppress them anymore …"
"In the two years after Master Li left, some rich bosses of big companies from other places came to Randeng Temple to offer incense in their luxury cars with bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses. They also inquired about Master Li's whereabouts in the village. Later, there were fewer and fewer of them."
The villagers talked at once.
As Li Mu listened, he vaguely realized something.
The old faker seemed to have taken the initiative to leave Randeng Temple to avoid something. Those so-called ghosts might be some martial arts practitioners, or someone deliberately playing tricks … Anyway, Randeng Temple might have been noticed by some people.
Such speculation made Li Mu feel a little relieved.
Although the old faker was unreliable, he cherished his life very much and was cunning. Ordinary people should not be able to do anything to him. And according to some things that happened later, those people who were looking for him seemed to have not found him.
"Mu, have you never seen your grandfather when you were studying at school?" asked Mr. Zhang, Li Mu's crazy fan.
Li Mu had to continue to cover up his lie. He shook his head and said, "The tuition fees are directly paid to my card every year. I have never seen my grandfather. I just graduated this year and came back to see him. I thought he was still in Randeng Temple."
Mr. Zhang sighed with emotion and said, "Master Li is really a god. He shows his head but doesn't show his tail. He plays games in the world and is cynical … I hope I can still see him in this life."
"Mu, what are you going to do next?" asked Uncle Zhang San.
Li Mu thought for a moment and said, "I'll live in Randeng Temple for the time being. I'll pack up and wait for Grandpa to come back. I can't run around. What if Grandpa can't find me when he comes back?"
"But this temple is haunted. It's not clean." Aunt Zhang San was a little worried. "Mu, why don't you live in my house?"
Li Mu said with a smile, "Don't worry, Auntie. Back then, I learned some ghost-catching skills from my grandpa. Don't be afraid. Even if I can't catch them, I can still defend myself. I'll be fine. By the way, Auntie and Uncle, I have a favor to ask you."
"Say it, Mu. We are all on the same side."
"Yes, don't be so polite. We are all from the same village."
"You also helped us a lot in the village. Every winter vacation, you killed pigs for us for free …"
The crowd was very enthusiastic.
Li Mu said with a smile, "Everyone, please help me spread the news. Tell the people in the surrounding villages that Master Li's grandson is back. He wants to resume his old business and hold up Master Li's name. If there's anything like a religious ceremony or a ghost hunting, they can come to me. From today on, I will live in this Randeng Temple. "
"What? You want to catch ghosts? "
"It's not easy."
"This business doesn't accept young people."
The crowd tried to persuade him, but seeing that Li Mu had made up his mind, they didn't say anything more.
That afternoon, the young and middle-aged people in the village, led by the old people, also plucked up their courage and came to Randeng Temple to help Li Mu repair the collapsed house, dig a new well, send some firewood and bedding, and help Li Mu clean up a place to live.
"Thank you, everyone." Li Mu was also very moved.
Five years had passed, but this group of villagers were still so simple and warm. They still remembered him, which made him feel like he had come home.
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