It's not the day of sacrifice yet, so there aren't many pilgrims in the temple.
Qiao Mu then walked through the main hall and came to the Wusheng Temple at the back.
The martial saint Guan Gong holds the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand, and Guan Ping and Zhou Cang protect it on the left and right. Even though it is a clay-embedded statue, it still has a majestic and majestic aura.
Qiao Mu burned three sticks of incense, bowed respectfully for a few times, then took out his wallet, took out a few large bills, and stuffed them into the merit box next to him.
The little Taoist priest on the side came over, raised his head with one hand, and said: "This layman, if you want to make more good connections with the whole truth, please go to the side room to have a meal."
Qiao Mucai nodded and said, "Okay."
The so-called wide formation of good karma with the whole truth means that the temple provides simple vegetarian food, and pilgrims can eat in the temple and then donate money in addition.
Not everyone has this kind of treatment. Under normal circumstances, if the pilgrim is generous, the little Taoist priest will say this,
The room was dimly lit, and except for a man wearing a black hat, there were no other pilgrims.
The man turned his back to the door and sat in front of a table. On the table was a bowl of white porridge and two plates of pickles.
Qiao Mu walked over and sat opposite the man. The little Taoist priest brought the food, turned around and left.
"What's up?"
"The day after tomorrow, the main force of the Eighth Route Army will all return to Jizhong. Although the large troops have left, working groups have been left in various villages and towns. This is the specific situation."
A folded piece of paper was handed over.
Qiao Mucai put the letter in his arms and said, "So, they gave up the area they occupied?"
"The independent group did not leave, but in my opinion, it was just a symbolic occupation."
"As soon as the 94th Army arrives, those areas will be recovered soon."
"Webmaster, the Communist Party has an intelligence agent, codenamed Fengjing. I suspect that this person is probably hiding in the Yanjin government department!"
"Bee stinger? How come I've never heard of that name?"
"It's normal that you haven't heard of it. As early as a year ago, for some unknown reason, Bee Stinger suddenly disappeared and no one knew who he was!"
"oh……"
"The Communist Party is still looking for him, which shows the importance of this person!"
"Do you have any idea?"
"I thought so……"
An hour later, Qiao Mu got up and left the wing, looked around, and walked towards the temple entrance.
A few minutes later, the man in the black top hat also came out, waved to the little Taoist priest, handed him two bills, and whispered a few words.
The little Taoist priest hesitated for a moment, looked at the banknotes in his hand, and said, "Follow me."
The black top hat followed the little Taoist priest through the Wusheng Temple, turning three times and two times to reach a corner gate. It was not far from the main entrance, about fifty or sixty meters.
Jiang Xinyu had been hiding outside and did not dare to go into the Chenghuang Temple to look for anyone. If he bumped into Qiao Muchai in the temple, it was hard to say what he would think.
Qiao Mu just walked out of the temple gate and went straight into the car. The driver asked: "Stationmaster, are you going back to the station?"
It was now past noon, and Qiao Mu felt hungry and said, "I heard that Enfa De's mutton dumplings are very famous. Do you know where they are?"
"I know, it's around Shuichang Street."
"Let's go and taste it while we have time today!"
"yes."
The driver turned the car around and drove towards Shuichang Street.
Jiang Xinyu came out of the darkness, thought for a moment, and walked quickly toward the corner gate along the outer wall of the Chenghuang Temple.
——If the person meeting Qiao Mucai is indeed the "Judge", then he will definitely not go through the main entrance to avoid being seen!
Coming out of the corner gate, there is a small road outside. Because it is in disrepair and the road is bumpy, vehicles of all kinds rarely pass by here.
There are many people walking on the street. Who is the "judge"?
The little Taoist priest was holding a broom and bending down to clean the garbage in front of the corner door. Jiang Xinyu thought for a moment and walked over.
"Hey, layman, please go through the main entrance. No entry or exit is allowed here." The little Taoist priest hurriedly blocked the way.
Jiang Xinyu pretended to be puzzled and said: "How can others leave from here?"
The little Taoist priest glanced at the man's back and said with a guilty conscience: "There are only occasional exceptions..."
"Excuse me." Jiang Xinyu stepped forward.
An old man was hobbling in front of him with a cane, a group of children were chasing and playing, and several women were carrying vegetable baskets and talking about the shortcomings of the parents in turnips and greens...
Jiang Xinyu quickly set his sights on the target, the man in the black top hat who walked slowly and slowly. Even if he was not sure that he was the "Judge", at least he was the one who looked most like him!
Jiang Xinyu didn't dare to follow him too close and stared at him from afar. As long as he didn't lose track of him, he would always have a chance to see his face.
After following a few hundred meters, the man suddenly stopped. Without looking back, he walked into a teahouse on the side of the road.
Was he aware of being followed?
Maybe it's a normal anti-tracking method?
"Sir, would you like to shine your shoes? It only costs two yuan, very cheap..." A little shoemaker on the street asked timidly.
"Okay!" Jiang Xinyu sat down on the small bench and turned sideways to face the door of the teahouse.
A quarter of an hour later, when the leather shoes were polished and shiny, Jiang Xinyu took out a ten-yuan note and handed it over, saying, "No need to look for it."
The little shoemaker clutched the banknotes and thanked him repeatedly.
Jiang Xinyu asked: "Does that teahouse have a back door?"
The little shoemaker thought for a while and said firmly: "No!"
Jiang Xinyu knew that the shoemaker was doing business here every day and was very familiar with this area. If he said there was no such thing, there was definitely no such thing.
As long as the teahouse doesn't have a back door, that person will have to come out sooner or later!
Too conspicuous on the street, Jiang Xinyu stepped into a bookstore opposite, found a book, sat on a bench and monitored the teahouse.
Time passed by minute by second, and two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and the man still didn't come out!
The shopkeeper of the bookstore came over and said politely: "Sir, after reading for so long, have you made your choice? Otherwise, I can help you choose two books?"
Jiang Xinyu put a few books at hand on the counter and said, "I want these books. I have nothing to do in the afternoon. Do you mind reading a book here?"
Shopkeeper: "I don't mind, I don't mind, you just don't want to buy the book, you can just read it in the store!"
Jiang Xinyu knew very well that this was a time to test his patience. The man must have noticed something, otherwise he would not have stayed in the teahouse for so long!
In the evening, the teahouse door opened and closed, and the man lowered his hat brim, raised his collar, and walked out quickly.
Jiang Xinyu overlooked one point. There were no street lights on this small road. Even if he saw the person head-on, he still couldn't see his face clearly.
After paying for the books, Jiang Xinyu followed him again with a few books under his arm.
To put it another way, even if you can never see this person's face, as long as you can find his residence, you can still find out who he is!