Then, the three of them found Chen Zhang, who was also injured, not far away. He was the one who had shot the gun earlier.
Because of the special nature of the 'location' and the uncertainty about the other party's identity, both Xu Qian and the other three concealed a lot during their conversation. One party (Xu Qian) said they were there to find medicinal herbs in the mountains, and the other party also said they were there to find medicinal herbs.
"Brother Zhao, where are we? How do we get up here?" Chen Zhang leaned on Zuo Yu's shoulder, squinting with one of his injured eyes.
Zhao Changzhou glanced at him, but didn't answer directly. Instead, he turned to Xu Qian, who was not far ahead, and said, "Young man, you've seen the situation. We're all just trying to make a living. Meeting is fate, and more people means more hope. What do you think...?"
Xu Qian naturally nodded, and... he was somewhat concerned about the person named Zuo Yu, because he felt like he had seen the name Lan Zhu somewhere before.
Just then, a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder brought the sky to a complete darkness. It was already raining, and this made things even worse.
Zhao Changzhou took out a flashlight from his bag, held it up and looked around, but everything was foggy and he couldn't see anything.
"By the way, you just said that you were pushed down?"
Zhao Changzhou turned around and said, "To be precise, it was pushed down by the wind."
Xu Qian frowned.
“That’s a windy spot. We were facing the wind when we went up. We were really unlucky…” After explaining, Zhao Changzhou realized something. “Weren’t you one? Then how did you fall down?”
As soon as he finished speaking, three pairs of eyes fell on Xu Qian, their gazes vaguely scrutinizing him.
"I heard your voices." Xu Qian said calmly. This was not an excuse; he had come down because he heard your voices.
Zhao Changzhou looked at him, unsure whether he believed him or not, but none of that mattered right now; they needed to figure out a way to get up there first.
"There seems to be something here." Zuo Yu supported Chen Zhang with one hand, while his other hand seemed to touch something.
Xu Qian walked closer, touched it, and found it somewhat soft. With a little more force, a space suddenly appeared in front of him.
Zhao Changzhou shone his flashlight in the direction the light was pointing, and all four of them focused their attention on the spot where the light was pointing—it was a cave.
After some effort, the group finally managed to dig out an entrance to a long, sloping cave, about one meter high and three meters long.
Xu Qian bent over and felt his way inside. It was slightly more spacious inside, at least enough to walk upright. As he walked, he shone his flashlight on a stone tablet. He crouched down to take a look—
"There was once a temple dedicated to the Nine Peaks, where prayers were answered; it was truly a sacred place blessed by the gods..."
"Come on in, everyone, the rain is getting heavier." Zhao Changzhou followed him in.
Zuo Yu put the limping Chen Zhang aside and took out some clean water from his backpack for him.
Zhao Changzhou walked over to Xu Qian and saw the inscription on the stone tablet: "This used to be a temple, called... Jiuyue, Jiuyue? Zuo Yu, isn't this what you've been looking for? —"
Zhao Changzhou quickly turned to Zuo Yu, only to see Zuo Yu pause and stand up.
Xu Qian looked up at the young man named Zuo Yu. The man's face was sickly pale, and at first glance he looked rather delicate, even in such dim light. Of course, this was just an illusion at first glance.
Author's Note: Here comes the short essay!
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