Cheng Fan picked up the teacup and tasted it lightly, letting out a long sigh.

The fragrance of tea is everywhere, making people feel endless aftertaste.

"Is this a new tea from our Wuzhenshan?" Cheng Fan asked with a smile.

Drop Water Temple has now become a blessed place in Wuzhenshan. Whether it is the water source used to irrigate the tea fields or the tea fields themselves, they are nourished by spiritual energy.

"What the owner said is right, this is the first batch of new teas in Wuzhenshan this year! When I go back later, I will ask my apprentice to get you a few more cans."

Cheng Fan smiled faintly and declined, "There is no need, it's not easy to drink tea. Today I am here to meet someone with a destiny, so please give the donor a convenience."

In fact, Cheng Fan is not afraid of tea, but is not interested in the tea here.

There is also spiritual tea planted in his spiritual field, which is more than a hundred times better than ordinary tea.

Seeing this, the deputy director also put away his polite words and asked: "Master, is the destined person you want to meet, is our law enforcement officer or the detained person? What is his name? Where is his hometown?"

Cheng Fan said lightly: "I am not a law enforcement officer. I don't know his name, origin, and family background."

The deputy director looked embarrassed and said embarrassedly: "Master, you are a little embarrassed by me. Our Wuzhenshan said it is not big or small, and there are tens of thousands of households."

"And there are two law enforcement branches alone. Do you have more information about this person with a destiny? Otherwise, I can only accompany you to the branch and confirm them one by one."

Cheng Fan thought for a while and replied: "Tonight, the Law Enforcement Bureau brought back a wandering old man who was considered a bag thief."

The deputy director nodded with a smile. It would be easy to find such obvious characteristics.

"Immortal, is the old man you are talking about missing a leg?"

The young law enforcement officer standing silly on the side suddenly interrupted and asked.

Cheng Fan nodded, "Yes, he is the destined person I am looking for. Also, don't call me an immortal, I'm just an ordinary Taoist priest."

The young man swallowed, did ordinary Taoist priests know magic?

I subconsciously glanced at my master, the deputy director, and felt a little worried.

The deputy director glared at him, "You kid, just say what you know. Don't swear your appetite and let the audience laugh!"

The young man shrank his neck and was very afraid of his master. He quickly said, "Immortal, that old man... the old man is in the detention room. He is in a bad spirit and has not eaten supper. It's really not that we abused him!"

The young man looked panicked, and the old man had no choice but to eat or drink. He couldn't force him into it, right?

Now it's bad! What should I do if the immortal gets angry?

Cheng Fan looked at him trembling and was a little amused.

He waved his hand helplessly and comforted him: "It's okay, don't be nervous, I'm just seeing him."

"Master, please come here." The deputy director stood up and said respectfully.

He walked to the young man and kicked him gently, whispered: "Don't think too much, Taoist priest is a generous person. He is a famous charity in our five towns and mountains. Go and lead the way!"

Cheng Fan burst into laughter and shook his head.

The deputy director was deliberately telling him, hoping that he would not make things difficult for this young man.

Cheng Fan followed the two of them all the way to the underground.

The law enforcement bureau does not occupy a large area, with office space above it, and the basement has been transformed into a detention room.

The air in this detention room is not very good, and the old ventilation fan buzzes, but the effect is very poor.

As soon as Cheng Fan went there, a turbid air came to his face.

The two law enforcement officers disagreed, and they were obviously used to the air here.

Cheng Fan waved his hand to dissipate the turbid air, his sleeves swayed, and a breeze blew into the underground detention room, and the turbid air was swept away.

Both the prisoners and the law enforcement officers were immediately excited and their mood improved a lot.

The basement is damp and wet, and it is easy to breed turbid air, which will have a bad effect on the human body.

Although Cheng Fan will not be affected, he doesn't like such an environment. Since he has to stay here for a while, it doesn't matter if he cleans up.

The young law enforcement officer looked at Cheng Fan quietly.

Such a powerful magical power, you are not a god?

Cheng Fan ignored his eyes. He had seen the old man and walked straight over.

The young man had to follow him, but was stopped by the deputy director.

"Master, isn't this in compliance with the rules?"

The deputy director gave him a blank look and said to himself: My rules are rules!

But of course he couldn't teach his apprentice like this. He put his shoulder on his shoulder and walked out, and even closed the door of the detention room.

"Boy, you call him an immortal. I don't know that the truth cannot be revealed? Moreover, the family of Di Shuaiguan is a big business, are you still afraid that he will take away the prisoner?"

"Hiss-Thank you for your wake-up!"

......

Cheng Fan walked into the detention room and glanced at him for a week.

Not only was there the wandering old man in the detention room, but also a few idle young men dressed up on the streets, who were imprisoned in different cells.

Several streetmen leaned listlessly against the railings, and suddenly saw such a well-dressed Taoist priest coming to the Law Enforcement Bureau. The few were very surprised and deliberately joked:

"Yo? Where did this little Taoist priest come from? What did you do?"

"Can you behave like me? Hahaha!"

"Don't say that, how could a little Taoist priest be like your lewd embryo? That would break the precepts!"

"What's the saying? Death under the peony flowers, you can be romantic even if you are a ghost! Hahahaha!"

Cheng Fan didn't bother to pay attention to them and walked straight to the old man who was locked in the last cell.

The more you provoke such gangsters, the more excited they become. If they ignore them, they will feel bored and give up teasing.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some people are really bored and deliberately provoke trouble.

Walking to the cell, Cheng Fan stopped and looked at it for a moment.

The old man's hair and beard were all white, his eyes were closed, and he sat on the ground wither.

Just looking at the face, the old man was very kind.

The old man was wearing a worn gray cloth dress, covered in dust everywhere, and his right leg was empty below his knee.

Cheng Fan could see that the clothes were not originally gray, but white.

He had a bowl of fragrant pork chop rice and a cup of water in his hand, but he was in no mood to enjoy it, and the rice had already cooled down.

Cheng Fan nodded slightly. The Law Enforcement Bureau is still good to the elderly.

But he was a little puzzled. Why did an old man who made a living by picking up scattered food have no idea about such a rare delicacy?

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Cheng Fan gently tapped the iron railing, but the old man did not react at all.

The street squirrel behind him said in a lingering manner:

"Stop knocking, that old guy will not pay attention to you."

"Yes, we called him for a long time without any reaction."

"The old ghost won't die, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's so unlucky!"

Cheng Fan was stunned when he heard this and poked a trace of magic power at the old man.
Chapter completed!