The atmosphere at the Huaiyuan City Security Bureau was depressed and solemn.
Everyone took off their hats and observed a moment of silence to remember the sacrifices of Ma Xiaopeng and Zhang Ming.
Dai Wugong said sadly: "We are very sad to see the departure of these two good comrades, but it is precisely because of their self-sacrifice and caring for the greater good that more people can live a peaceful and peaceful life.
Let us express our highest respect for the passing of these two good comrades, and we will always remember everything they have sacrificed!"
Bai Ru and Chen Yanli have shed tears of sadness, feeling deeper than others.
"Didn't General Yang come back? This operation is thanks to General Yang, otherwise it might not have been completed at all!"
Bai Ru sighed in front of Dai Wugong.
Dai Wugong looked sad: "General Yang did not return to Huaiyuan City, probably because he was sad. However, he transferred five million as a personal aid to Ma Xiaopeng and Zhang Ming's family."
Bai Ru was slightly surprised, a little unexpected.
At this time, Yang Haoran had arrived at the foot of Longhu Mountain.
Firstly, I wanted to relax my mood, and secondly, I was curious about what kind of secrets were hidden in Fang Congyi’s painting?
According to rumors, Fang Congyi is at least a Taoist master who has cultivated the golden elixir, and is a land-god-like figure.
The things that such a person leaves behind in secret are definitely not mundane things.
Since that painting ended up in Yang Haoran's hands, it was a kind of fate, and Yang Haoran had to figure it out.
It's just that Longhu Mountain is so big, it's really not easy to find the place Fang Congyi mentioned.
But it’s not that there is no clue. Fang Congyi is a Taoist priest at Longhu Mountain Taoist Temple. If he wants to solve the mystery, he may have to go to the Taoist temple.
Longhu Mountain is a Taoist holy land and there are many Taoists on the mountain.
It was once jokingly called the Ninety-nine Taoist Temples, with Taoist priests walking all over the mountain.
Although it is somewhat exaggerated, it is probably close to the truth.
For tourists and laymen, it is not easy to find the Taoist temple where Fang Congyi was from among the many Taoist temples.
But as a Taoist disciple, this is not difficult for Yang Haoran.
Each Taoist temple has its own unique mark, and Fang Congyi also added the mark of his own Taoist temple to the seals of calligraphy and painting.
Finally, after five days of searching, Yang Haoran entered the depths of Longhu Mountain and stood at the door of a Taoist temple.
Because of its remote location, this place is already inaccessible, not to mention those tourists who enjoy the mountains and rivers. Naturally, it is impossible for them to make great efforts to get here.
Yang Haoran looked up and saw the plaque on the Taoist temple, which had three powerful characters written on it: Lingyou Temple.
Judging from the writing techniques and characteristics, there is no doubt that the person who left this font must be Fang Congyi.
Yang Haoran looked happy, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and walked straight into the Taoist temple.
The Taoist temple was quite deserted, with only one elderly Taoist cleaning the courtyard.
Seeing Yang Haoran come in, he stood up straight and clasped his hands together.
"Is this benefactor here to have fun or to offer incense?"
Yang Haoran returned the greeting: "That's good, that's good. I've met the Taoist priest. I'm also a Taoist disciple, so I came here because of his reputation."
The old Taoist was slightly surprised, but also showed a little bit of joy.
It is true that the incense at Lingyou Temple is not very popular, and it is rare to see a living person.
"It turns out we are fellow Taoists. Please come in."
Yang Haoran looked around and saw no sign of anyone else. Leshu Bar
He couldn't help but ask: "Taoist Master, why is this Taoist temple so deserted? Where are the others?"
The old Taoist grinned: "Now that the Taoist temple has declined, where are the others? Only the poor Taoist is left to guard the gate."
Yang Haoran sighed, he really didn't expect it to be so miserable.
"Taoist Priest, was this the Taoist temple of Master Fang Congyi back then?"
The old Taoist hurriedly clasped his hands together and said piously: "It is indeed Zhenren Fang's dojo, but it's just that over the past few hundred years, the disciples have been dishonest, and the grand occasion has long since disappeared.
Could it be that fellow Taoist came here to look for the relics left by the real person back then?"
Yang Haoran chuckled and then shook his head.
"On the contrary, I am not looking for a real handwriting, but I want to return a real handwriting."
Yang Haoran handed the scroll he brought to Lao Tao with both hands.
The old Taoist was slightly startled and actually a little excited.
Then he took it and unfolded it carefully, his expression was shocked.
He quickly put away the scroll and bowed deeply towards Yang Haoran.
"I'm afraid I can't bear such a great gift!"
"Haha, Taoist Master, why should you treat it with worldly etiquette? The real thing should naturally be returned to the real person's dojo. And I'm not giving this to you for free, but I have something else I want to do, Taoist Priest."
"Fellow Taoist, no matter how much you speak, as long as a poor Taoist knows, he will definitely tell you everything."
Yang Haoran paused for a moment, then blinked and said, "Does the Taoist priest know that there is a Qianyuan Cave here?"
The old Taoist frowned immediately, lost in thought, and then shook his head repeatedly.
"I have been in this Taoist temple for more than thirty years, and I am quite familiar with the area, but I don't know about the Qianyuan Cave. I wonder where you heard about it?"
Yang Haoran hesitated for a moment, no matter what Fang Congyi left behind, it stands to reason that Ling Youguan had a share.
So I directly told the old Tao about the strangeness of this scroll, and the old Tao also looked surprised.
"Don't worry, Taoist Master, I have no other thoughts. However, Taoist sects pay attention to fate. Now that the real person's handwriting has come into my hands and I have discovered its mystery, I will not be able to resolve my knot without further investigation.
But no matter what I find, I will not make the decision without authorization and will definitely discuss it with the Taoist priest."
The old Taoist laughed, waved his hand and said: "Fellow Taoist is indeed a person of faith, but that is not necessary. In fact, by my generation, they are no longer considered real disciples. At best, they are just old servants guarding the gate for real people.
Since the real person's handwriting has reached the hands of Taoist friends, it is the chance of the Taoist friends and has nothing to do with other people.
What's more, this handwriting requires true energy to activate, which obviously requires cultivation for future generations, and I have never practiced any skills, so I am destined to miss it.
So Taoist friends don’t have to worry about anything else.”
Yang Haoran laughed dumbly, but he thought a little too much.
Then he looked sad. The old Taoist didn't even know the location of Qianyuan Cave. That was really troublesome!
The old Taoist also saw Yang Haoran's worries and said, "Don't be anxious, fellow Taoist. You also know that Taoists often use obscure words. This Qianyuan Cave may have other meanings.
In the main hall at the back of Lingyou Temple, there are also several notebooks of Master Fang. There may be some clues in them. Why don't you Taoist friends read through them, maybe there will be another opportunity."
Yang Haoran's eyes lit up, this old Taoist was quite an open-minded person.
Thank you quickly: "Thank you, Taoist Master."
The old Taoist smiled and waved his hand, then led Yang Haoran towards the main hall at the back.
Little did the two people know that a great opportunity would be waiting for them.
