Ermao responded, then stretched out his short legs and started running in the secret passage.

Following the light, Ermao continued to move forward. Soon he climbed up the stairs and crawled out of the secret passage.

After reaching the ground, Ermao did not forget to cover the basket covering the tunnel entrance.

"Hmm~"

"I feel so good after I poop. It seems I shouldn't eat too much meat at once."

Just as Ermao was about to run to the kitchen door, the greasy voice of the fat Taoist priest suddenly came from outside.

what to do?

what to do?

Ermao, who was afraid of being caught again, suddenly saw two large baskets filled with rotten vegetable leaves in the corner of the kitchen. Ermao quickly hid in one of the baskets and covered his body with the rotten leaves.

The fat Taoist priest didn't find anything unusual, so he went down the secret passage. After collecting the dishes and chopsticks for the children, he closed the door of the secret room, went out of the secret passage and returned to the big kitchen. Everything seemed to be no different from usual.

"Dongsheng, Xiluo, move those two baskets of rotten vegetable leaves away and throw them away so they don't take up space there." The fat Taoist priest instructed the two young Taoist priests who had just entered the kitchen.

"Yes, Senior Brother Qiming."

Upon hearing this, the two young Taoist priests named Dongsheng Xiluo immediately carried the basket of rotten vegetable leaves out of the kitchen.

The two men didn't want to take a detour, so they didn't go through the back door, but instead carried the two baskets of rotten vegetables out directly through the front door.

"Dongsheng, why do I feel that the rotten vegetable leaves seem heavier today?" The young Taoist priest carrying the basket full of rotten vegetable leaves asked his companion in confusion.

Dongsheng, who was traveling with us, weighed the basket on his shoulder and said nonchalantly, "No, I think it's about the same. I guess it's wet, so it seems heavy."

"Maybe..." Xiluo thought he was too tired after hearing that.

Soon, the two men carried two baskets of rotten vegetable leaves to an open space not far from the gate of Xiangyang Temple, leaving them for the pig farmers at the foot of the mountain to take away.

After the two young Taoist priests had left, Ermao emerged from the rotten vegetable basket. He saw a carriage ahead, and the horse looked remarkably like the one from Hua Qingcheng's family in the village. Ermao, who was particularly fond of horses, saw no one nearby and climbed into the carriage using a stepping stool.

Ermao, who had not been able to eat or sleep well for days, fell into a deep sleep soon after lying down on the couch.