It seemed Earth Uncle, an old hand, was not as simple as Xu Feng had thought.
Once he had confirmed the situation, Xu Feng opened the door and told Chen Ye outside, "Come in. I was only joking just now."
Chen Ye: "..."
But he had no energy left for banter.
He stepped inside and glanced around.
He could tell at a glance that the place was clearly not laid out like a temple. Yet it looked exactly like the place in his dream.
"This is it."
He spoke up again and again. "This is where I was told to come."
Xu Feng said nothing.
He opened the door to the worship room and had Chen Ye follow him in.
Xu Feng saw Chen Ye hesitate briefly, but he entered anyway.
Xu Feng had not covered the windows to darken the room, nor had he hung swathes of cloth or curtains beside the deity's image.
An altar table, curtains, and other furnishings could divide the space, effectively forming a simple chamber or even a temporary palace.
But the old hand appeared here only as a spirit tablet and a painted image. The offerings on the table, however, had to be changed daily.
The room was bright.
Xu Feng lit incense first. "Ren Bo, he's here."
Chen Ye followed Xu Feng inside.
The moment he entered, he smelled the smoky scent of burning incense. Then he saw the deity!
Chen Ye was not a man who had seen little of the world.
Quite the opposite. People who loved mountain climbing came from all walks of life.
Some came from wealthy families and climbed mountains for fun. Others worked half the year and climbed for the other half.
Still others used their annual leave to go climbing.
For some it was a