He then dragged Shanhong to find two valleys and met three or five hermits. Lin Jinghao realized that he really knew too little about this section of the mountain range. As described in that poem: Panasonic asked the boy, and the teacher went to collect medicine. Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and do not know where.

When it got dark, Shan Hong was no longer willing to go, and no matter how Lin Jinghao used 'money to lure', he resolutely refused to go. In desperation, Lin Jinghao could only end the day's 'journey to find immortals', and went home to rest.

When they recovered their full vitality the next day, Lin Jinghao and Shan Hong discarded their motorcycles, drove the Land Rover directly up the mountain, and went straight to the Immortal Peak that Lao Daogu pointed out yesterday.

The altitude of Bulao Peak is more than 3,000 meters, the air concentration is not high, the blue sky and white clouds are surrounded, and the forest vegetation is luxuriant, which is simply a natural oxygen bar.

Driving an off-road vehicle up the mountain today was proposed by Shan Hong. Anyway, the hermits they are looking for are places that can only be reached on foot, so why not make it easy for themselves and make a little less effort?

The road was unimpeded, even in this remote mountainous area, the kilometers of the winding mountain had been repaired very well, and the two drove the car all the way up the mountain, found a hidden place and parked the car.

After getting out of the car and identifying the direction, the long journey began again, according to yesterday's thoughts, the hermits in this mountain mostly live close to the water source, so that it can be convenient for their cultivation and life.

So they went straight up a stream of water, and at last forty minutes they found a few simple huts on a hill.

This time it was still Shan Hong who went up and knocked on the door, and after knocking for a while, the wooden door opened, and standing at the door was a young Taoist priest.

"You..." This time, before Shan Hongdu could say the secret words of 'Amitayus Buddha', the wooden door was actually opened, which made Lin Jinghao feel a little surprised.

"We want to find a cultivator in his forties, he should have been here for more than ten years, I wonder if the master can tell us his whereabouts?" Lin Jinghao took a step forward and asked.

"Donor, I don't even know who you're looking for? How can I tell you about his whereabouts? The Taoist priest arched his hand and said.

"Oh, so that there are any cultivators here who suddenly disappeared?" There is no photo of the deceased, and Lin Jinghao doesn't know where to start.

"Gone? You mean he can't get rid of the dust and go down the mountain again, right? As an old voice appeared, behind the young Taoist, a white-bearded old Taoist appeared, and it seemed that he should be the master.

"Yes, master."

"There are too many people walking here, and now there are more and more false cultivators going up the mountain, I wonder if the donor is looking for one of them? Do you have a picture of him? "Looking at the old Tao, he is not like other monks who refuse to communicate with outsiders.

"Photos..."Lin Jinghao thought to himself that it would be good to have a photo, do I still need to go to this mountain to find people?

"Yes, yes," Lin Jinghao suddenly remembered the photo of himself and Zhang Jushi, he immediately took out his mobile phone, opened the album, and flipped out the photo of Zhang Jushi.

"Has the master ever seen this layman?" Lin Jinghao handed the mobile phone to Lao Dao.

"Zhang Jushi." Lao Dao obviously recognized the person in the photo at a glance.

"You've seen it?" Lao Dao knows Zhang Jushi, which is a great benefit to Lin Jinghao.

"These huts of ours are all donated by Zhang Jushi, and he will come to us from time to time to send us offerings, are you his friends?"

"Yes, yes," 'The people here have seen Zhang Jushi, which means that the Zhang Yang replacement he selected may be one of these people', Lin Jinghao thought in his heart, how should he ask again.

"Since it's a friend of Zhang Jushi, please come in and sit down." The old Taoist priest motioned to the young Taoist priest at the door and gave them a way.

The inside of the hut is very clean, except for a simple table and two benches, plus some scriptures on the table, it is two futons for cultivation and meditation.

"Please sit down and pour two glasses of water for the two guests." The old Taoist priest asked the two to sit down, and then instructed the apprentice.

"How many years has the master been in the mountains?" Lin Jinghao asked.

"Twenty years." Lao Dao did not sit on a chair, but sat cross-legged on a futon.

"Are there many people cultivating here?" Lin Jinghao didn't know for a while, how to ask about the news of the replacement, he could only have one sentence, and continued to ask without a word.

"There are seven or eight, and it is common for some people who can't stand the hardships to go down the mountain." As he spoke, his eyes lowered and seemed to settle down again. Qiqi Chinese Network

"I don't know master, have you ever seen a Taoist friend in his forties, about 1.75 meters tall, and with a thin body?" Seeing that the old road was about to settle down, Lin Jinghao could only get straight to the point.

"You mean Chen Wei, right?" Lao Dao suddenly said a name.

"Why do you think I'm talking about him?" Lin Jinghao's heart moved, he was not sure if it was this person now, everything could only rely on Shun Teng.

"Zhang Jushi took special care of Chen Wei, I remember that when he first came to us, he had a serious illness, but fortunately, it was the accompanying nurse Zhang who gave him first aid, so he saved his life and did not ascend to Bliss early." Saying this, the old Taoist priest opened his eyes again.

"Then is this Chen Wei still alive now?" Lin Jinghao chuckled in his heart, Zhang Jushi took Nurse Zhang, that is, he took advantage of treating these Taoist friends to obtain their blood type information?

"Chen Wei doesn't live with us, he lives alone in the cave in front of us, and we rarely communicate and don't interact much."

"Why don't you usually communicate?" The old Taoist statement made Lin Jinghao feel very strange.

"This Chen Wei has been here for more than ten years, and his original family background should be quite good, but later he may have suffered some blows from some aspects before he entered the mountain to practice. He said that he came to our mountains to find his true self, not to be disturbed by the world's ordinary things, and to find his spiritual home.

He is not really a cultivator, he can only be said to be an ordinary man who escapes from reality, so he never refuses the offerings of the donor, which is very different from us cultivators. ”

Lin Jinghao heard the meaning of the old saying, he and that Chen Wei were not fellow travelers: "Don't you cultivators like other people's offerings?" ”

"We practitioners can't have too high requirements for material things. Those who don't give us things are actually giving us to fulfill their own desires, and it doesn't make a difference to us whether they give it or not. Lin Jinghao understood that accepting gifts from donors was actually completely disdainful for true cultivators.

"But..."Lin Jinghao didn't know what to say for a while.

"No, if you come to send offerings again, go find Chen Wei, who is in the cave about 500 meters ahead." The old Taoist priest does not accept offerings from other people, but he can still accept the kindness of the donor.

"Then good master, let's go find Chen Wei." At this time, the apprentice happened to walk in with two cups of tea.

"Let's drink the tea and leave, this is the original tea we picked ourselves."

Where did Lin Jinghao still have the heart to drink tea, he only felt that the tea leaves were fragrant, which was very different from what he usually drank, but he didn't want to discuss any tea ceremony anymore.

After saying goodbye to the pair of masters and apprentices, he and Shan Hong continued to walk forward again. After walking some distance and turning a corner, they found a round wooden door closed on the mountain wall. In the front and back of this cave, there are basically no other thatched huts and caves, and this should be the residence of Chen Wei mentioned in the old road.

"I'll knock on the door," Shan Hong, who had just drunk tea, seemed to be full of energy again.

With that, he walked up and knocked on the door. Lin Jinghao looked at this wooden door, his heart was very conflicted now, he hoped to see someone come to open the door, but he didn't want to see someone open the door.

Because someone opened the door, it means that they will continue to go to more places to find the victim, and if no one opens the door, it means that Chen Wei may be the victim.

"Director Lin, the door is not locked." Shan Hong knocked on the door a few times, but no one answered, but he found that the door had opened a small gap because of his force.

"Don't move, I'll come." When Lin Jinghao heard this, he immediately rushed up, and the wooden door really opened a gap, and the room was pitch black, and he couldn't see the specific situation clearly.

"Amitayus Buddha", Lin Jinghao followed the example of Shan Hong and pronounced the Dharma first, and there was still no one in the room to respond to them.

Lin Jinghao stretched out his hand and pushed open the wooden door, the sunlight poured in, and the first thing Lin Jinghao saw was a broken tea bowl on the ground. It looked like it had fallen from the table, the chair had fallen to the floor, and there seemed to be traces of blood on the edge of the wooden tabletop, and it had turned dark black.

"Director Lin..."Everything else in the house was neatly arranged, Shan Hong stood outside the door and didn't dare to come in, he couldn't help but scream.

"You don't come in. Check if there is a signal on your phone, call the police, and call my colleagues. Everything in front of him made Lin Jinghao begin to believe that this was the first crime scene, and if this Chen Wei was the corpse in his manor, then he should have been killed here and taken down the mountain.

"Director Lin, there's no signal here." Shan Hong took out his mobile phone and turned around, and returned to the door.

"Then you stay here, and I'll go down the mountain and call someone." Lin Jinghao said that he was about to go out.

"Director Lin... This won't be a murderous house, I'll stay alone, I'm afraid! Shan Hong stammered, he didn't want to stay here alone...