The lama who took the lead saw that the situation was not good and hurriedly moved to the side, but there were too many people in the temple, and there were too many people running out! The lamas kept advising people: Don't panic, the imperial army can't come for the time being, and there are no deaths in the temple, don't panic!

Don't panic? You live in the temple, of course you don't panic! The lama's bitter advice was not paid attention to at all, but someone was afraid of getting in the way and carried him hard!

"Hey, hey." The leading lama stumbled twice and almost didn't fall. He was glad that he was stable and could stand still, and the surging crowd came up! The dozen or so lamas at the entrance of the temple struggled a few times, and were quickly overwhelmed by the crowd, and soon they were out of sight.

Ren Laifeng took his people and waited for more than ten minutes, until the dense flow of people passed, and they followed the tourists out of the temple gate.

When I got to the street, I walked out again, and I couldn't see the panicked crowd. Seeing that the pedestrians around him were relatively normal, Ren Laifeng quietly let go of Feng Wenying's hand. Look at the violent woman around her, her delicate face seems to be coated with a layer of rouge, slightly pink, and she looks more and more delicate and moving.

Before he came, Lakshin provided an address, and he inquired all the way according to the address, and found the old Laksin's home without much effort.

The old guy didn't know what kind of great official he was in the puppet government, there was a stone lion at the gate of the courtyard, the black-painted gate was open, and a large plaque was hung on the lintel, with Chinese and Mongolian characters on it. The Mongolian characters are not recognized, and the Chinese characters are written in the four big characters of the famous house in northern Xinjiang.

What does that mean? Even if the old guy's residence doesn't have an official position, he has to write a surname or something, what does it mean to write a famous house in Northern Xinjiang?

Another thought, by the way, Mongolian names are said to be a string in Chinese, and Mongolian surnames are also a long list. It's as if Genghis Khan's name was Temujin and his surname was Er'er. Transliteration is OK, but if it is really written in Chinese, it will become garbled. If translated into Chinese, it seems to have no Mongolian characteristics.

The four words of the famous house in Saibei are serious, and they seem a little unfathomable. Anyway, acquaintances can find the door even if they don't hang a plaque, and those who don't know each other can find someone to inquire. Just like Ren Laifeng.

Ren Laifeng was staring at the plaque on the door of the house here, but he didn't know that he had already been targeted by the doorkeeper. came out to ask him what he was doing, and Ren Laifeng told him that he was entrusted to come to the owner of this house in a hurry.

"Go away! Go away! Our lord is very busy and is not at home today. Get out of here! "The one who held the door waved his hand again and again, and pushed Ren Laifeng out like a person asking for food!

Hey, I didn't expect that I would be blocked at the door and bombed out this day! Ren Laifeng's face was stupid. He still has to hold Feng Wenying, didn't he see that this person has changed his face and is about to rush over and hit someone? I beat someone in the lama temple, and we won't go in the future. If you beat the people of the old Lakshin family, won't it be difficult to deal with them in the future?

Since you have promised others, you have to get things done. This is called being honest. Besides, even if old Lakshin is not at home during the day, can't he come at night? With the two masters of Feng Wenying and Huang Tian, what kind of deep mansion compound can't he enter?

Originally, Ren Laifeng had thought about it, if the old Lakshen was not at home, what would he say to deal with the family: I am entrusted by the young master of your family to report important things to the old master in person, since the master's family is not there, then we will come back later.

Now that he has been treated like this, he naturally refuses to shake out the things entrusted by Lakshin anymore. Even if people put him in the mansion because of this, it will be for the sake of Lakshen's face, and Ren Laifeng himself is very faceless?

Act like a snob! Since you dare not give me face, then don't blame me for not saving face for you! Ren Laifeng was secretly ruthless in his heart!

No matter how big the Wangye Temple is, it is not as big as Zhengzhou and Kaifeng, and Ren Laifeng has stayed in these two Central Plains metropolises for the longest time. Now that he has come to the provincial capital of Xing'an, although he is curious about everything in this famous city outside the Sai, everything is rare, but he still can't help but make a comparison between the two sides.

If you only talk about the area of the city, maybe the provincial capital of Hung Yen is larger than those cities in the Central Plains, and his area is vast! However, in terms of its population, prosperity and degree of development, there is still a big gap between the two sides. This is caused by geographical factors and has nothing to do with manpower.

However, since it is a provincial capital, there are still supporting facilities that should be available, such as restaurants and hotels. Ren Laifeng found a large-scale hotel in Xing'an Province, and after registering the room, they asked for snacks and tea and rested in the room. I have to go out to work at night, and of course I have to refresh myself during the day.

When Ren Laifeng entered the city, it was almost noon, and he had lunch and a fight in Puhui Temple, and now it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, and the tea he wanted could be counted as afternoon tea.

They rested in the room for two hours, and when it was nearly six o'clock, several people went out. It was already dark outside, so I led everyone to find a restaurant and went in to ask for a table of Mongolian food. Like mare's milk wine, roast mutton, and yurts, I asked for a full table, and a few people feasted very much.

After eating and drinking, by the time they walked out of the restaurant, there were fewer pedestrians on the street. Still stunned to lead the way, the group turned left and right, and after turning an intersection, a brightly lit mansion gate appeared in front of them. No one needs to introduce it, the one who greets the guests at the door is the doorman who blasts the wind out during the day.

This is it! This time, there was no need to lead the way in a daze, Feng Wenying led the big guy and walked back along the wall. The people who do this work are connoisseurs, and when she was on the green forest road before, she did a lot of similar business.

Feng Wenying walked back with the big guy, as if she had been here before. If Ren Laifeng hadn't been with her all day, he would have wondered if this woman had only visited this house last night? Or why is she so familiar?

Walking to the bottom of a wall, Feng Wenying stopped, "This is it, let's turn over from here!" ”

Although Ren Laifeng didn't know how Feng Wenying judged that this place was safe, he didn't ask, he believed that Feng Wenying would not harm the big guys. Feng Wenying flew up to the wall first, floated into the courtyard, stopped for a few minutes, and a few bird calls came from inside the wall. It's done!

Huang Tian jumped on the wall for the second time. Ren Laifeng is the third to go up the wall. Jumping up with both feet, his hand grabbed the wall, and Huang Tian reached out and dragged him up. Next up is Huang Guojin. Stunned, the scouts stayed outside to control the wind.