Qiusheng hurriedly took off the red wax in the hall and lit it with a fire, and found that there was a small backyard in the hall, and there was a towering ancient tree in the courtyard, but Kun'er didn't know where to go.

Qiusheng searched everywhere and carefully searched the backyard, in addition to this ancient tree, where is Kun'er's figure?

"Did you find Kun'er?" Jimei asked anxiously.

"There's a big tree here, Kun'er is gone!" Qiu Sheng hurriedly replied. Jimei anxiously ran to Qiusheng's side, and the two approached the ancient tree, looking at the towering ancient tree towering into the clouds, broken dry bark, and dozens of branches growing from the roots, intertwined and disorderly growth, almost occupying the entire backyard, and it was weird everywhere.

"Qiusheng, it's rare that this tree is a monster? Jimei said in fear as she took a step back, and sat on the ground again and cried bitterly.

"Don't be afraid, I'll find my son!" Qiusheng hugged his wife's shoulders and comforted, but he couldn't do anything, and he was sad for a while, annoyed that he didn't look at the child.

Qiusheng looked at his wife who couldn't cry, and kept chanting the child's name in his mouth, thinking about this chaotic world like a demon, his family was hungry and cold, and there was no tile to cover his body, and now the child was gone, and he was angry and resentful to the extreme!

"I'm going to burn you old tree!! Give back my son!!" Qiusheng shouted with tears streaming down his face, picking up a dead wood branch and lighting it, looking like he was about to vent all his anger on this towering ancient tree.

"Don't burn!" Behind Qiu Sheng, a Taoist in Tsing Yi appeared at some point, walking quickly to Qiu Sheng's side, and shouted to stop him. At this time, Qiusheng was furious and was about to attack, but Jimei pulled Qiusheng's sleeve, as if she had a feeling and shook her head towards Qiusheng.

"Why? Who are you?" Qiusheng asked angrily.

"You crazy kid doesn't know how powerful, if you want to find your child, come with me, this is not the place to talk!" The Taoist in Tsing Yi said as he walked outside the Taoist temple.

Qiusheng Jimei and the two were cloudy and misty at this time, and the child was gone, but they had to follow the Taoist in Tsing Yi to ask for an understanding.

The pouring rain had stopped by this time, and the loess was only wet.

The three of them walked out of the Taoist temple, and the Taoist in Tsing Yi walked in front of him very easily, but the two of them were sweating profusely, and the time of a pillar of incense had reached a big river seven or eight miles away.

In the dark night, the waning moon hangs in the sky, the turbulent river is like a coiled dragon, and the Taoist people in Tsing Yi stand with their hands.

"Who are you? Why did you suddenly appear in the Taoist temple, and where did my child go?" Qiusheng hurriedly stepped forward and asked anxiously.

"This strong man, Shao'an is not impatient, and he allows the poor to talk carefully. The Taoist in Tsing Yi lowered his head and thought for a moment, raised his head and smiled at Qiusheng and said slowly.

"The poor road traveled here, and saw that the pouring rain was a demon law. Deliberately lead you into the dilapidated Taoist temple, and the Taoist temple is demonic, I am afraid that your family's life will not be guaranteed, so you can't care about the danger of your own family and chase into the temple. The Taoist glanced at Qiusheng as he spoke.

"The demonic spirit in the Taoist temple is surging, it must be the mountain spirit and the ghost who have taken your child away! That ancient tree has a hidden black gas, which is quite strange, and I am afraid that you will also suffer misfortunes, so I show up to dissuade you. When the Taoist said, he stopped talking. Jimei was stunned and trembling after hearing this, and she couldn't stand still and fainted. Seeing that he was about to fall, Qiusheng immediately picked up his wife, doubted his faith, and carefully looked at this person.