After leaving the Dream Hall, Zhu Minglang walked alone in the forest.

It was already afternoon, with a little shallow silver sunshine falling into the woods, and the dense leaves were mottled on Zhu Minglang's body.

After passing the forest, I returned to the somewhat turbid river.

Zhu Minglang glanced at the Hun River and vaguely felt that there were many unclean things at the bottom of the river.

Just then, Zhu Minglang heard a footstep.

In the direction of the forest, the old man carrying a bamboo basket was panting towards the place. After seeing Zhu Minglang, his eyes also lit up.

"Why haven't you been home yet?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"Immortal, this is the best quality Ganoderma lucidum I picked today. I'll give it to you. It can be seen that you are also busy with Hongmo's affairs recently, and your face is a little bad. Take it back to replenish your qi and blood." The old man said.

"This is not a matter of qi and blood, please keep it yourself. Old man, listen to my advice. In the future, I don't want to pick spirits in the early morning. It will not be very good for you. If you want to spend more years with your children and grandchildren," Zhu Minglang said.

"It's just that I want the children to live a better life in the future. This is the only use of my old bones. By the way, has the matter been solved?" the old man asked.

Zhu Minglang shook his head and said, "The boy you know is no longer the weak boy who is cheated by Pengmen. He is now very powerful, and he is afraid he is one of the best evil immortals in the Yuheng Immortal City. I am not sure whether I can take him down. In addition, the night is long and the day is short. The righteous spirit is declining, and the dark evil is growing wildly..."

The old man was confused when he heard this. He didn't know much about these things, he was just listening there.

"If you need anything for me, just speak up. No matter what, I have a responsibility for this matter. If I helped them more forty years ago, maybe they wouldn't have taken such a path." The old man said seriously.

The older you are, the more you believe in the cycle of cause and effect and the cycle of reincarnation in the way of heaven.

It can be seen that the old man really blames himself for past events.

"They?" Zhu Minglang asked with some confusion, "Why do you say it's them?"

"After the old Taoist priest disappeared, the Taoist temple became an orphan temple. A group of Taoist children made a living by begging and picking up garbage in the river. Hong Mo was the largest among them, and he was trying his best to take care of them." The old man said.

"How are they now?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"Most of them are small road vendors, carrying a basket of daily necessities and selling them everywhere. Not long ago, I met someone while picking spirits. I couldn't remember the name. He was going to sell me, but I was thirsty at that time and wanted to make some tea. It was strange that after he recognized me, he immediately said he would not sell it, and then turned around and ran away." The old man said.

Zhu Minglang immediately fell into deep thought.

Could it be that the gang committed the crime?

In the Yuheng Fairy City, there is an average of similar cases happening every day, with a very high frequency and happening in different places.

Could it be that these are not done by one person?

"Old man, do you remember that Hong Mo was arrested and who was the judge in charge of his case at that time?" Zhu Minglang asked.

Things that happened forty years ago were mostly recorded in some text, but the written records could not reveal the name of the gods, so we could only ask those who knew about this forty years ago.

"I know, this judge is amazing. He was promoted to immortality in the early years, and he was in the Yuheng Star Palace. He seemed to be the God of Palm Reckoning. He has always been famous for his selflessness and severe punishment." The old man said.

The God of Palm Restoration??

Isn’t it just that old dog Donggong Sword Immortal??

There was a turmoil in Zhu Minglang's heart!

This matter seems not simple!!

Zhu Minglang thanked the old man and immediately returned to Yuheng Star Palace.

...

Not long after Zhu Minglang left, the old man sat alone in the dilapidated Taoist temple, as if he didn't want to go back.

The old man glanced at the spiritual herbs picked in his basket and couldn't help but sigh.

Get up early and go to bed late every day, just to make your descendants live a better life.

But why couldn't I be more generous at that time? I was more kind and took care of the poor Taoist children in these Taoist temples. Because those Taoist children relied on picking up internal organs in the river to feed on the river, the internal organs thrown into the river in the slaughterhouses were very dirty, and many of them were plague. After eating these things, the Taoist children had sores on their bodies and parasites on their stomachs, and many of them died in the Taoist temples.

"Cough cough..." In the evening, the weather began to get colder, and Old Man Cailing coughed a few times.

At this time, a flute sound came, which was the sound of flute sounds by some vendors to attract the attention of passers-by, just like a candy vendor always shaking bells at the entrance of the alley.

The sound of the flute was getting closer and closer, and a young man walked into the Taoist temple with a smile.

The glory of the evening was just behind him, and his figure was on the right dim dividing line, and the old man couldn't even see his face clearly.

"Master, it's been a long time since I saw you. You don't look very healthy." said the young man.

"What are you?" the old man asked in confusion.

The young man slowly approached, and the old man saw his face clearly.

"Hong...Hongmo?" Old Man Cailing said in surprise.

"It's me. At noon, I encountered some trouble. After thinking about it, you are probably the only one who can have such a little relationship with my earth soul. After all, you are also my teacher for collecting herbs." Hong Mo smiled and showed his white teeth, and his two tiger teeth were sharp and obvious.

"Okay." Old Man Cailing sighed.

He probably guessed his fate.

However, he did not regret it.

"If you want to do something, please put this basket at my doorstep after you finish. My grandson is about to learn swords and lack this money." Old man Cailing didn't run away. Although there was some uneasiness in his eyes, he was not panicked.

"Master Ge, you should take the things back by yourself. I came here just to see if the god is still there and I want to deal with it by the way, so as not to be stubborn in doing things in the future." Hong Mo said.

"Hongmo, I know that the world is unfair to you, but you don't have to vent your past unwillingness and resentment on those innocent people. Turning back is the shore, and God will never sit idly by." Mr. Ge said.

"Master Ge, I don't have any resentment towards this world. On the contrary, I am still very obsessed with it. Although I don't know what that god said to you, what I did is not as unbearable as they said." Hong Mo said.

"But I have heard of such a person after death." Old Man Ge said.

"People are beheaded every day at the execution ground. Why don't you think there is anything wrong with that?" Hong Mo asked.
Chapter completed!