Without jeeps, Sanqing and Lin Danhong, who relied on walking, were much more comfortable than when they were driving, and their travel speed had also increased a lot. Unconsciously, they entered the scope of Huangshan, but Lin Ping did not explain the specific location of the village, Sanqing and Lin Danhong had to go around Huangshan and grope all the way.

On the evening of the third day of their entry into Anhui, they came to a small village in the middle of nowhere, hidden in a ravine. The scope of the village is not large, and the village can be seen as far as the eye can see, and there are about thirty or fifty households. The houses are arranged irregularly, as if they were all built at random.

Sanqing and Lin Danhong walked into the village, and after going around for half a circle, they were surprised to find that almost all the houses in the village were locked, as if there was no one in the village at all.

"You say, could it be this village?" Lin Danhong stopped and asked Sanqingdao.

"Very likely!" Based on the remote location of this village, and the strange phenomenon of the same huge iron locks hanging on the doors of every house, Sanqing also felt that this place was very likely to be the village that Lin Ping said.

"But there's no one in this place! Where are we going to find paintings? Why don't I pick the locks on these houses and let's search them one by one?" Lin Danhong proposed.

"Let's take a look again, maybe there will be new discoveries!" Sanqing politely rejected Lin Danhong's proposal, and at the same time gave his own proposal.

"Okay, but if you go all over the village and don't find it, then you have to do as I say!" Lin Danhong, who was vetoed, was obviously unwilling.

"Okay! When the time comes, you can do whatever you want!" said Sanqing with a slight smile, and then continued to walk forward.

After a while. They walked through the entire village and found the only house in the village that was unlocked. The door was hidden, and there was another line of outward footprints on the dirt in front of the door, and Sanqing stepped forward and squatted down, looked at the footprints, and then stood up again.

"The footprints are new, they should be from today, and there is only a row of footprints outward, indicating that the man has not returned since he left. After seeing the footprints, Sanqing analyzed.

"The door is not closed, it should be nearby!" Lin Danhong glanced at the hidden door and said.

"I can't say for sure, it depends on what kind of circumstances this person goes out and how strong his feet are!" replied Sanqing.

"Okay, don't analyze it, let's go and have a look first!" Lin Danhong was worried that Sanqing would chatter, so he quickly interrupted him.

"Hmm!" Sanqing nodded, then stepped forward and gently pushed open the hidden door and walked in. Lin Danhong followed closely.

"Anyone, anyone...... "Inside the door is a small courtyard. There are three tiled houses in the courtyard and a kitchen without a door. There was a little heat on the stove in the kitchen, and there was still a little bit of carbon fire in the stove, which made Sanqing more sure that there was someone in this room. Sanqing shouted as he walked towards the house. But when he didn't get any response, he decided to go to the three rooms to find out.

Sanqing walked to the door of the first room, knocked on the door, and after waiting for a while, he gently pushed the door open without answering.

The room was simply furnished, with two cabinets and a table, and the cabinet was full of books, on which were placed pen, ink, paper, inkstones, and an open piece of rice paper, and a candlestick, on which was a half-lit candle. The whole house was neatly cleaned and spotlessly clean.

Sanqing walked to the edge of the desk and saw that on the spread out piece of rice paper were written four big characters, "Who else should I be?" The handwriting was neat and sonorous! Seeing these four words, he suddenly remembered the Zhou Yi given to him by the old monk of Jiming Temple, and quickly took it out and compared it, and the handwriting was exactly the same.

"Could it be?" Sanqing was puzzled, and wanted to say that it was the old monk of Jiming Temple who lived here, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed unlikely.

At this moment, Lin Danhong came over and said, "What age, why do people still use candles!" interrupted Sanqing's thoughts.

"It's not surprising that there is no electricity in this place, and it is not surprising that candles are used, but this person can live in such a place far away from the world, and it is indeed extraordinary!" Sanqing replied casually, and then walked to the two bookcases. After taking a closer look, I found that the bookcases were filled with some classical books. As a result, the owner of the house became even more interested.

"There's nothing else in this room except books, let's go to other rooms and have a look!" Lin Danhong said after walking around the room.

"Hmm!" Sanqing nodded, and then the two of them left the study and walked to the door of the second room.

Sanqing was about to knock on the door, but Lin Danhong stepped forward to stop him: "There must be no one in the house, can you stop grinding without grinding?" After saying this, Lin Danhong stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

"What person!" As soon as the door opened, Lin Danhong stepped into the house with one foot, and heard a woman's voice coming from the house. Lin Danhong was startled and hurriedly jumped out of the house.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought there was no one in the house!" Lin Danhong apologized again and again, and Sanqing showed a gloating smile on the side.

"Laugh at it!" Lin Danhong glanced at Sanqing and scolded softly.

"Who are you, and why didn't you come uninvited!" the woman's voice in the room sounded again, with a distinctly questioning tone.

"This sister, we came to Huangshan for a tour, accidentally got lost, didn't eat for a few days, and were hungry. Unconsciously, I walked here, I wanted to beg for food, and I didn't mean to offend!"

"If you don't have one, you can find it in the kitchen, and if you don't have one, make it yourself, and help me close the door!" After hearing Sanqing's words, the woman in the house actually replied like this, as if she was very hospitable, or afraid of seeing people.

"Do you think this woman's voice is familiar?" Lin Danhong suddenly leaned into Sanqing's ear and said this.

Sanqing nodded in agreement, then opened his throat and said loudly into the house: "We went to the kitchen just now, and we didn't have anything to eat, I don't know where your rice is?"

"Presumptuous!" Hearing that Sanqing was about to enter the house, the woman immediately became angry. The woman in this room is the woman in the flower dress, as soon as Sanqing opened her mouth, she heard Sanqing's identity, so she tried her best to prevent Sanqing from entering the house. Now she is seriously injured, and it is difficult to get up, let alone fight with Sanqing again, so she can only find a way to blow Sanqing away.

(End of chapter)