I sat in the front passenger seat on the left sidewalk, staring at the group of tourists on the side sidewalk, and a few minutes later they came to the intersection where a bus was parked. My cousin hurriedly said, "It's this car, that's right, we also sat in this car last time!"

"Then just follow along. Kaohsiung replied. In this way, the taxi followed the bus from a distance, and Kaohsiung seemed to have a lot of experience in keeping an eye on it, following it far and near, sometimes deliberately waiting at the intersection, and then following after more than ten seconds, I was even worried that he would lose it, but it didn't. Actually, I think it's a bit redundant, that Liu Xinmei is just a tour guide and not a spy after all, and she can't guess that there is a taxi behind her.

Heading north from the airport, more than half an hour later, the bus stopped at the entrance of a shop. The shop was clearly owned by Chinese, and the plaque had Ming Huang Chinese with the words "Ming Fa Jewelry Company" written on it. The tourists all got off the bus and walked into the jewelry store one after another, and Kaohsiung drove the car to continue to drive forward, turning a corner and stopping after the intersection. I grabbed two newspapers from the back seat of the car, went outside the car, and sat on the steps next to the door of a store at the intersection and pretended to read them. Kaohsiung also got out of the car and crossed the street and walked diagonally to the opposite side, probably to buy cigarettes.

After another half an hour, I saw out of the corner of my eye that the tourists walked out of the jewelry store, got on the bus, turned around and drove back the same way. I hurriedly got into the car, and Kaohsiung continued to go back and follow. After two blocks, the bus turns southeast and then all the way east. Driving along the highway out of the city, there were trees on both sides, and it took nearly three hours to drive. The bus drove from the road to the side road, and then drove into the woods from the side road, so that the driver of the car in front of him would not be seen, so that the car and the bus had to be further distanced. Fortunately, the path in the forest is winding and we don't have to worry about the bus being able to see us in the rearview mirror. And the silence in the forest, the sound of the bus can be seen from afar, and it will not go the wrong way.

The bus crossed the path between the villages twice, and it was surprising for us to see these villages, it stands to reason that this place has long been far away from the urban area of Simu, and it doesn't look like a rich villa area in the suburbs, but where is this like a rural area, many of them are small two-story single-story houses, clean and beautiful, and there are exquisite iron fences outside, and they are planted with all kinds of vegetation and flowers inside and out, which is very beautiful.

Eventually, we turned a corner with the bus and came to a clearing somewhere. Parking the car in the woods, I asked my cousin to stay with his girlfriend, and the three of them walked forward. It wasn't long before I saw the Hindu temple built in the clearing through the woods, just like the photo on my cousin's phone. Judging by the distance, it is not far from the village we just passed, about half a kilometer.

"What a strange temple," Takao whispered, "why build this place?" said Azanbudan as he looked through the leaves, and said he didn't sense any breath. I said we can't get in, don't we have to wait until it's dark. Kaohsiung nodded and said that this Indian temple is near the village, and we can pretend to be tourists to stay in the village temporarily, and then go out at night to find out about the situation.

Kaohsiung drove back to the village, and Kaohsiung told me that Siwu City is mainly Chinese, and he hopes that the villagers in this village are also mostly Chinese. I drove to the door of a certain house, and a woman was sitting at the door washing vegetables. Kaohsiung stopped the car and talked with the women, but I didn't expect that the other party didn't seem to be Chinese, and the was something I didn't understand, but it was certainly not Chinese, it seemed to be Malay.

Kaohsiung communicated with her in half-incomprehensible words, and asked me to take out some banknotes and hand them over. The woman was very strong, looked at the five of us carefully, and after seeing her cousin and his girlfriend, she asked Kaohsiung a few words. After that, his expression seemed to soften, and he nodded his head again and again, gesturing to let us in.

I was very happy, thinking that Boss Gao is a Boss Gao after all, and I know some languages from Southeast Asian countries, and I can't compare with this alone.

There were three rooms in the house, and it happened that it was only the woman herself, and I didn't know where her family was, but I didn't bother to ask. Kaohsiung, Kaohsiung, and Azanbudan shared a room and let my cousin and his girlfriend rest in the other room. The woman also brought us a lot of fruit and juice, and I quickly folded my hands to express my gratitude, I don't know if this is the etiquette in Malaysia, but it can't be anything else.

After resting in the evening, the woman cooked for us again, which was actually Malay fried rice, with a few very simple ingredients and no seafood, but it was delicious. I saw Kaohsiung sitting at the gate of the courtyard and chatting with the woman, and the woman even said and gestured, and pointed to the right several times, which was the direction of the Indian temple, and I thought to myself, does it have anything to do with the ancient temple?

As it got dark, Kaohsiung gave me a look, told my cousin and his girlfriend to have a good rest, and the three of them drove out of the farmhouse. The woman came out to ask questions, Kaohsiung stopped and came out, and talked to her for a long time before the woman went back. Driving out of the village, Kaohsiung told me that this woman was Malay, but the last two generations were also of Chinese descent, and he saw that my cousin and his girlfriend were a couple, not like bad people in a group, so I agreed to let us stay. Kaohsiung asked her if there were any attractions nearby, such as temples and the like, and the woman recommended that there was an ancient temple in the woods, the incense was very good, and the villagers were willing to go to worship, so that the wind and rain could be smooth, and the two villages near here were also relatively rich, and the sugarcane and durian planted were harvested every year, so that we could go and see.

"And what did the woman say?" I asked, "don't you think we shouldn't go out in the dark?"

Kaohsiung nodded: "I told her to go out and walk around, and the woman said that it was dangerous at night, and if she wanted to worship the temple, she could go again during the day tomorrow." I said it was okay, we couldn't sleep anyway, and the two of them were unwell, so I stayed and asked her to take care of them. The woman had no reason to stop us, so she let us go. "Azambudan said that the Malays either believe in * or are Chinese, believe in Buddhism and earth immortals, why do they worship Hindu temple gods, which is unreasonable.

"Whatever!" said Kaohsiung, "to that place." With that, he took out two daggers from his leather bag in the front windshield and handed me one. I saw that this dagger was very new, and that it could be more than half a foot long, so I asked strangely where you came from, and it didn't seem to work with airplanes. Kaohsiung laughed and said that while we were waiting for the tourists to go shopping in the jewelry store, he saw a shop selling Malay knives diagonally across the road, so he went in and bought two daggers, which were used for camping in the wilderness, with serrated teeth on the back.

I was a little weak-hearted, but seeing that Kaohsiung and Azanbudan seemed to be very calm, I thought that neither of them was afraid, and I shouldn't either. But my hand holding the knife trembled a little, and I didn't know whether I was afraid or not.