Of course Li Yuanlang didn't want to leave like this.

He had to ask clearly what Zhigan knew.

Before he could ask, Zhigan said, "Everything in the world has a fixed number, just as everyone has not decided their own birth time."

"Some things that you can't stop them from happening even if you know them in advance. It's useless if I tell you."

"If you are unwilling to give up, let Daoming accompany you around the temple and relax. Donor Li, don't give it away."

After saying the order to expel guests, Zhigan closed his eyes, entered the meditation state again, and stopped talking.

Li Yuanlang was really under a soft nail. He knew the character of a monk. He did what he said and stayed here was purely embarrassment.

He got up and nodded to Zhigan, and turned around and came out.

Li Yuanlang still had unsolved confusion in his heart. Zhigan called him in just to say those words?

If you think about it carefully, these words are equivalent to not saying them.

A feeling of disappointment came to my heart. Li Yuanlang stood at the door. The monk named Daoming came over and said, "Donald Li, in the name of Master, please allow me to take you to visit this temple."

At this moment, Wang Zhongqiu also came out of the wing room. He looked around and still showed a suspicious look.

Looking at Daoming's sincerity, Li Yuanlang was not easy to refuse.

With full of questions, under the leadership of Monk Daoming, he moved from the backyard to the front yard and listened to Daoming's endless introduction to the situation of Longshan Temple.

Daoming said that Longshan Temple was built more than a hundred years ago. At that time, the temple was not so large or so good, and it was very dilapidated.

Over the years, with the support of the local government and pilgrims, Longshan Temple was able to be rebuilt.

Moreover, it moved here from the previous place, expanded the area and built several new halls.

At present, there are nearly 70 monks in the temple, and six are top students who graduated from Buddhist colleges...

"Wait!" Just as Monk Daoming spoke, Li Yuanlang raised his hand unceremoniously and stopped him: "Master Daoming, when did the temple you are talking about have been moved? In which year did it take?"

Daoming was stunned and murmured: "Nine years ago, is there anything wrong?"

Before Li Yuanlang could answer, Wang Zhongqiu snatched the words: "That's right. I said something was wrong here. It turned out that it was not the Longshan Temple I had been to."

It’s not that Wang Zhongqiu was slow to react. The main reason was that one of his visits to the temple was a long time ago, and the other one was a quick look. He didn’t look closely and was not impressed.

Li Yuanlang stood there, narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, immediately said goodbye to Monk Daoming, and hurried out of Longshan Temple.

Sitting in the car, Wang Zhongqiu and him almost spoke in unison, "Go to the old temple of Longshan."

I left at will, and the car followed the route when I came. After more than an hour, I drove to the three-way intersection.

Li Yuanlong said: "Mid-Autumn Festival, you are right. The road to the left is the road to the old temple, and the one to the right is the new temple."

"This road is not easy to walk..." Wang Zhongqiu tried his best to recall, vaguely remembering that there was a cliff on one side of the road, which was bottomless.

Li Yuanlang hesitated for a moment, and the sky was about to get dark. He and Wang Zhongqiu were worth a try.

I just thought that the note was definitely not groundless, and it must have been a lot of articles.

"Mid-Autumn Festival, are you afraid?" Li Yuanlang asked with the steering wheel.

"I'm not afraid, I will go wherever you go." Wang Zhongqiu nodded firmly.

"Okay, let's go to Longshan Temple for a night."

Wang Zhongqiu added easily: "It should be called Yedai Longshan Old Temple."

"Yes, Longshan Old Temple."

Li Yuanlong started the car again and drove along the narrow mountain road.

On the way, Li Yuanlang used mineral water and bread and ham sausages prepared in the car to deal with Wang Zhongqiu's stuttering to ensure full physical strength.

The reason why Li Yuanlang thinks that Longshan Old Temple has been abandoned for a long time.

Moreover, judging from the current road conditions, the snow is very thick and there are no ruts. The car is struggling to drive. Maybe it will not be able to drive anywhere. Maybe it will take the night road again.

Li Yuanlang is a foreigner and is not familiar with this place. Although Wang Zhongqiu has been here, it was summer at that time, and after several years, he has long forgotten it.

The Tiguan car struggled to follow the snowy road that climbed the hill and drove slowly at a low speed.

Li Yuanlang was fully focused and did not dare to take it lightly.

On both sides of the road, one side is close to the mountain side, and the other side is the bottomless cliff.

Although there are trees blocking it, if you accidentally turn it down, it will be a terrible thing to pieces.

He raised his heart to his throat and observed the road conditions from time to time.

Wang Zhongqiu even grabbed the handrail and looked at the side of the co-pilot where he was, playing the role of assisting Li Yuanlang.

In this way, the Tiguan car was traveling at a snail speed, driving out less than five kilometers in half an hour, which was not much faster than walking.

There is no way, safety comes first, and this is a last resort.

Finally, the Tiguan bus took two hours to drive this difficult road.

"County magistrate, look, there is light in front of you." Wang Zhongqiu pointed excitedly.

Li Yuanlong also saw it. It was late in winter night and there were lights and there were people. It was definitely a place of hope.

He raised the speed a little, and the Tiguan car drove over slowly.

With the help of the headlights, it was a small house.

The lights are shining from the windows, not electric lights, but candlelights.

Deep in the dense forest, seeing people in the place where the phone has no signal, the two couldn't help but feel surprised.

After parking the car, Li Yuanlong and Wang Mid-Autumn Festival got off the car and walked towards the small house.

A courtyard was built with wooden boards around it, and a small path was cleared out from the thick snow on the edge of the road.

Wang Zhongqiu walked in front of his head and saw that the wooden door was not locked. He pushed it gently and the door was opened.

He was about to shout a few words inside when he saw the door open, a black shadow popped out, and asked very alertly: "Who?"

"Hello, we are passing by and want to be warm with you." Wang Zhongqiu responded.

As his words fell, a dazzling flashlight shone upon him.

It fell on Li Yuanlang and Wang Zhongqiu and swept back and forth.

And the black shadow slowly walked over, shining the flashlight on the Tiguan car not far away, making a slightly old voice: "Oh, it's a passerby, come in, there is a hot kang in the room."

Afterwards, he led the way and let Li Yuanlong and the others into the house.

As soon as he came in, a hot air swelled up with the smell of meat, which made Li Yuanlang greedy.

The little bread and ham sausage just now are only for filling hunger. Moreover, on winter nights, the colder the person is, the more food he needs in his stomach, so that he can play a role in resisting cold.

The man pushed open the door of the room inside, and Wang Zhongqiu entered the room before Li Yuanlang. After looking at it, there was no problem, then nodded and signaled that he could come in.

The room is not big, there is a fire kang, and a fire is set in the iron stove next to it. There is a water-burning teapot above, which is steaming.

With the help of the candle light on a small wooden table on the kang, Li Yuanlang saw clearly that there was an old man about 60 years old in front of him.

Wearing a dog-skin hat and military coat, he also holds a hunting gun in his hand.

The old man is very strong and tall, nearly 1.8 meters tall, almost comparable to Li Yuanlang.

He has a fierce look and a fat face. At first glance, he is definitely not among the good people.

However, people cannot be judged by their appearance.

Some people are heroic and handsome, maybe they have a bad heart.

He looks vicious and can't take care of him, he is a good person.

The man hung his gun on the wall and said, "You roast the fire first, and your whole body will be warm in a while."

There were two wooden chairs beside the stove. Li Yuanlang and Wang Zhongqiu sat down one by one, and both reached out and placed their hands beside the stove to bake.

The old man sat on the edge of the kang, and asked while rolling a cigarette: "It seems that you came from the county, right? Where are you going?"

Li Yuanlong did not directly answer the old man's question and asked him back: "Old man, do you live in this place?"

He believes that it is inconvenient to live in the village and behind the village.

"I am the forest ranger of this forest, and my home is not here either. It's not that the mountains are blocked with heavy snow and the road is blocked. I will live here temporarily."

"It's so late, you two are here to get there at night. Do you still have to walk in?" the old man asked.

Li Yuanlong said, "We want to climb over this mountain and see a friend."

The old man shook his head, "You comrade didn't tell the truth, he lied to me as an old man."
Chapter completed!