"Come on, follow this old man..." Xiao Jian raised his head and called irritably, but before he could finish, a burst of booming drumbeats interrupted him.
The drumming and Golden Chirping Sound were not particularly loud, yet they rang clearly around Xiao Jian's ears. Moreover, the drumbeats grew louder and louder, accompanied by a jumble of other noises.
"Hahaha... Someone's coming!" Xiao Jian laughed loudly and tossed aside the bamboo pole. Just moments ago, he had been scolding Yuan Ya for being small-minded, yet now he himself charged toward the temple gate in a few quick strides. However, Xiao Jian did not leap straight out. Instead, he secretly poked half his head out and peered beyond the temple, just as Yuan Ya had hidden in the banyan tree to watch Xiao Hua practice his fistwork...
"Stop looking!" Xiao Hua's indifferent voice sounded above Xiao Jian's head. "You can't see anything hiding inside the temple! They've only just reached the foot of the mountain!"
"Hehe..." Xiao Jian awkwardly straightened up. Seeing Xiao Hua standing beside the temple gate, he smiled sheepishly. "This poor Daoist was checking whether those people from General's Ridge came again yesterday! They turned our Jiangchao Temple upside down!"
"Mm, they probably aren't from General's Ridge." Xiao Hua glanced into the distance and said, "They look like fishermen. Some are carrying fishing nets, while others have boat oars! And some are dressed in white mourning clothes. They should be here to offer worship at the temple!"
"Offer worship?" Xiao Jian seemed somewhat disappointed. He coughed twice and was about to walk out of the temple when Yuan Ya cheered, "Master, there are pig heads! Huge, fat pig heads! And cow heads and sheep heads too... Slurp~"
As he spoke, Yuan Ya could not stop his drool from flowing.