Next, let's follow Ouyang Ping and his entourage to Caojiagou to have a look.

It was Mo Ran who opened the door for everyone.

When the three of them walked out of the nunnery, they said silently: "Will the three comrades go back to Mingchen Temple tonight?" ”

Ouyang Ping felt that Master Mo Ran's words were not superfluous, so he said: "Master Mo Ran, thank you for your hard work, we will inevitably trouble you later." ”

"The mountain road is not easy to walk, so the three of you should be careful all the way." This was the only emotional word that Master Mo Ran said.

"Thank you, Master Mo Ran."

The three of them walked to the mountain gate of the Purple Cloud Temple. Stopped.

In front of the mountain gate of Ziyun Temple, there are really three ways down the mountain, before, Liu Dayu came to Ziyun Temple twice, but he didn't care about these three ways down the mountain.

The road that Daoren said was hidden in the woods north of Ziyun Temple.

A rugged mountain road leads to the foot of the mountain - there are several forks in the road, and if it weren't for Doren's special reminder, everyone would definitely go the wrong way. At the foot of the mountain, there was indeed a bamboo forest, and the three of them turned around on the edge of the bamboo forest for most of the circle, and sure enough, they saw two thatched houses, one large and one small, and there was a fence in front of the thatched houses.

Before they had even reached the gate of the fence, a dog barked wildly, louder and louder. It stood inside the fence gate, and it slung its two front legs against the fence, and the fence shook violently.

The lights in the thatched hut were not on, but everyone heard the sound of the door opening.

After a while, a dark shadow walked towards the fence gate, and as he walked, he said, "Ngawang, stop calling. ”

The dog was obedient and bowed his head and stepped aside.

"Uncle Huang. Sorry we disturbed your sleep. ”

"You're looking for me?"

"Yes, we're here for you."

"Who are you?"

"Uncle Huang, we are from the Municipal Public Security Bureau."

"The Municipal Public Security Bureau? Do you have anything to do with me? Please come in, if you have something to say, come into the house and say. ”

Ouyang Ping was the last to walk into the fence door, and he gently closed the fence door - the fence door was almost falling apart.

Ngawang soon became intimate with his comrades, and he scurried between the three of them, wagging his tail incessantly.

Huang stubbornly took out a box of matches from his pocket, lowered his head and walked into the thatched hut, he struck the matches, and walked towards a small table.

On a small table is a kerosene lamp made of glass bottles.

The old man lit the kerosene lamp, and the wick of the kerosene lamp jumped a few times, and the light was very weak, and the old man picked up the kerosene lamp and looked at it, and the oil in the kerosene lamp was about to bottom out -- no wonder Huang stubborn didn't light the lamp?

The old man hurriedly moved a few small benches and sat down the three of them. He sat on a small bamboo chair, while Ngawang squatted beside his master.

"You're looking for me—"

"Uncle Huang, the unheard Taoist of Ziyun Temple, do you know the old man?"

"Why don't you know, when the Wuwen Daoist was in Ziyun Temple, he often came to me to drink and chat, and he is no longer in Ziyun Temple."

"We want to go to Caojiagou to find him, and we want to ask you to show us the way. It's just that it's so late, your age-"

"It's okay, I'll go with you."

"We're a little bit reluctant to go."

"It's okay, I've lived in this mountain for a long time, don't look at my old stubborn age, walking on mountain roads, young people are not as flexible and cheerful as my two legs - go, I'll lead you on a trip." The old man stood up, waited for everyone to come out of the thatched hut, and blew out the kerosene lamp in one breath.