Ji Duan glanced at the thick oily substance at the corner of the table, and grinned ferociously, "Is the two comparable? I rolled in the mud to survive, but sitting in a restaurant like this...with substandard sanitation , Forget it, as long as you can fill your stomach."

"That's right, as long as you can fill your stomach." Wen Liang didn't pay much attention. Before he settled down at Xie Jin's house, he was a Taoist priest who traveled all over the world. It is enough to have a full mouth.

"Eat a little bit, as long as you can fill your stomach, and this kind of place sometimes tastes very good." Xie Jin lowered his eyes, let alone roadside stalls these years, he almost eats whatever he has, enough to maintain his health Functionality is enough.

Three plates of rice noodles were brought out quickly, because there were tomatoes, the whole plate of rice noodles was dyed red with tomato juice, and it was impossible to tell which plate was spicy or not.

Ji Duan no longer sat stiffly at the table, but leaned his upper body very down-to-earth in front of the plate. He took a chopstick of rice noodles and sniffed them before hesitantly Put it in your mouth.

"... so spicy!" After chewing, Ji Duan commented, he quickly twitched his nose, trying to suck back the snot stimulated by the pepper, "how can it be so spicy?!"

Xie Jin stopped Ji Duan from clapping his hand on the table, and he hurriedly handed over the chilled water next to his hand. The young man was obviously really hot. He squeezed the bottle and drank water like swallowing water.

"Did I eat it wrong..." Xie Jin stared at the plates of rice noodles on the table. Ji Duan's plate was obviously much redder than his own, and he pushed the plate over which he had not touched his chopsticks. It’s my plate, let’s eat this instead.”

Wen Liang on the opposite side of the table saw all the interaction between the two, he sniffled his nose, lowered his head and sighed, and choked out a sentence: "Just pet him."

Because his voice was too low, the two who were busy with unraveling the heat could not hear clearly, Xie Jin turned to ask him: "Wen Liang, what did you just say?"

"...I told you to continue." Wen Liang was completely silent, he lowered his head and began to concentrate on cooking, ignoring the two people at the same table.

After a brief lunch, they took the bus to the largest local Taoist temple in Tan Jiang. Wen Liang pretended to shake his sleeves as soon as they got off the bus, while Ji Duan and Xie Jin walked behind, inexplicably looking like little children accompanying them.

Taoist Master Xianfeng Guwen chose the most direct method. Since the person who is suspected of abducting the child is a famous Taoist, there is nothing wrong with going to the local Taoist temple to investigate.

But he ignored one problem. He was also wearing a Taoist uniform, with white hair that was different from ordinary people and a strange face. It was hard not to suspect that he was here to find fault, so they were stopped by monks sweeping the floor before they entered the door. outside the door.

"Three benefactors, why did you come to my Taoist temple?" The monk stood up his broom, and his body had quietly blocked the entrance of the Taoist temple.

Obviously, because there was no notice from above, he regarded Wen Liang as a fellow practitioner who came uninvited, so he asked quite carefully.

"I have no other intentions. I just want to investigate the missing children on Hibiscus Street." Wen Liang politely handed over his Taoist certificate.

The monk took Wen Liang's certificate, and when he saw the certificate ↑Wen Liang's Taoist name, he said "huh" in surprise: "You are Shiqing daoist/person?"

He was surprised, but the two people behind Wen Liang became confused. Ji Duan looked at Wen Liang's straight back and asked Xie Jin in a low voice: "Uncle Xie, what is Shiqing daoist/person? Another name?"

"I don't think I've heard Wen Liang say this before... But Taoists have their own dao names. Could Shiqing be Wen Liang's dao name?"

The two stood behind Wen Liang and watched, the monk had put away his vigilant look just now, and introduced himself respectfully: "My surname is Li, and each character is a farmer. I didn't recognize Shiqing daoist/person at a glance, so I offended you just now. "

"Where, I came here unexpectedly, so I didn't say hello in advance." Wen Liang replied politely, squinting and smiling like a harmless white fox.

Li Nong bowed to the three of them again, and politely led them through the crowd to the backyard, where there was a wooden sign saying no tourists.

He didn't ask Ming Xie Jin and Ji Duan's identities, until he said to ask the host to take him to the door and leave, Ji Duan said after a while: "Can he see me?"

"All cultivators can see you. It can be understood in this way. From the moment you step into this Taoist temple, you are no longer a transparent person." Wen Liang leisurely drank tea at the right temperature, squinting and teasing Ji Duan, "Why? Like? This feeling of re-entering the public eye.”

"What do you think?" Ji Duan stuffed the teacup into Xie Jin's hand, and it could be seen that he was somewhat restless at this moment, "I feel that this is not entering the public eye, but entering the den of wolves and tigers."

"Hahahahaha, that's right." Wen Liang laughed until his body trembled a little, "After all, you are not a human being now, so you must be worried that some unsuspecting monk will drive you away as an evil spirit."

While the two were having a conversation, there were footsteps at the door, and with the knock on the door, Li Nong said from outside: "Shiqing daoist/person, our temple master has arrived."

The wooden door was pushed open from the outside. Li Nong was originally standing in front. After the door opened, he stepped back to the side to let out the old man in a white robe behind him.

With white hair and white clothes, the old man is white from head to toe, except for his face, which is like the bark of a century-old tree that has been whipped by wind and rain, and the ravines are the traces left by the years.

Is this the Lord of the White Dragon Monastery? Looking at the old man from head to toe, Xie Jin suddenly felt that although this man looked like a fairy, he didn't seem to be as approachable as Wen Liang.

"Shiqing daoist/person, I have admired your name for a long time." The old man whom Li Nong called the host stepped in first and bowed to Wen Liang.

Ji Duan doesn't understand these etiquettes. After all, Xie Jin has dealt with this industry before, so he knows a little bit about it.

He could clearly see just now that from Li Nong just now, and even the old man now, both of them bowed to Wen Liangxing. What about this almost hundred-year-old man?

It seems that Wen Liang's status in their eyes should not be too low, at least he can bear the salute of a temple master who is over fifty years old.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. You are Gu Jiawei, the host of White Dragon Monastery. I wanted to ask something here, but I didn't expect to surprise you." Wen Liang stopped sitting, put down his teacup and got up and shook hands with the old man to show respect , "I will trouble you, old man, to make this trip."

"Where is it, I have heard that you have been down the mountain for many years, but I didn't expect you to appear in the White Dragon Monastery." Gu Jiawei stroked his snow-white long beard, and changed the subject without any hesitation, "I have heard the small farmer say, What do you want to know about the missing Hibiscus Street child?"

Now that the other party had spoken, Wen Liang stopped being polite. After Gu Jiawei was seated, he unhurriedly recounted the series of events that happened on Hibiscus Street, especially the Cheng family and the Zhang family. details of the disappearance of the two children.

"Oh? This old man Zhang's parents said, you want to know about the existence of this person." The wrinkles on Gu Jiawei's face were cramped together and couldn't be stretched for a long time. He turned to look at Li Nong, "Small farmer, recently Has someone with such a name come out to make trouble for Tan Jiang?"

Li Nong stood behind the wooden chair and thought for a long time, then shook his head: "Returning to Guanzhu, I haven't heard such news. Could the so-called old Taoist be a person who cultivates evil spirits and heretics? There is no such thing among the former lay disciples in our hall." people exist."

"Well, there is no such possibility." Gu Jiawei's naturally drooping eyelids suddenly lifted up, and his eyes looked at Xie Ji who were sitting beside Wen Liang. After a moment of silence, he said, "But Daoist Shiqing, you Who are these two next to you?"

Xie Jin and Ji Duan, who were called at the same time, sat upright for a moment. Although Ji Duan looked in better condition than Xie Jin, he was still very concerned about the little old man not far away who was as white as a piece of tofu.

Wen Liang followed Gu Jiawei's eyes and looked at the two beside him, and waved his hands with a smile: "These two are my friends who worked together, and they also helped me... Are they teammates?"

His words were very useful, but although Gu Jiawei's doubts were dispelled, the curiosity of this white-haired little old man still existed.

"Don't worry, don't be so nervous." He suddenly laughed loudly, then stroked his long beard repeatedly, and looked at Ji Duan, "This friend is really ill-fated, has he been in this state for a long time now?"

"Yes, it's been a long time." Ji Duan didn't want to meet that gaze, so he simply went to look at Wen Liang, "Aren't you here to investigate the disappearance of children on Hibiscus Street, you ask?"

Seeing that Ji Duan didn't want to be mentioned about his experience, Wen Liang grinned and turned back to the topic: "Since you don't know the so-called old-fashioned people, have you ever heard that those evil devils and heretics will know the children?" doing what?"

Gu Jiawei, the white beard, was silent for a moment, then suddenly heaved a sigh of relief: "Throughout the ages, boys and girls have been used as sacrifices in every sacrifice. If the child abduction on Hibiscus Street is really the work of evil spirits, maybe we can think about it in this regard."

"I thought so at first, but judging from the present, this kind of statement can only be close to the facts, and it may have nothing to do with the sacrifice." Wen Liang leaned back, and his whole back was attached to the bamboo chair made of bamboo and rattan.

"To be honest, I did a general divination before I came here. The children who have been taken away are still alive, but the person who abducted the child will die."

His brows and eyes are still lazy, but his gray-blue eyes have become deep, which seems to contain the mysteries of the universe, making people unable to figure it out.

"According to my guess, the 'old way' is most likely coveting the innate energy of these children."