Lu Yuan carried Lu Zhaoyan all the way to the mountain summit in one go.
Whether Lu Yuan was tired or not, no one could tell, but as soon as Lu Zhaoyan got off his back, he vomited.
The temple was empty, but about a hundred steps away on an open field stood a small courtyard. It consisted of two thatched cottages, surrounded by numerous mulberry trees. To the east lay a chicken coop and pigsty, while to the west were sheep and cattle pens.
The courtyard was enclosed with a fence, though the gate in the middle seemed somewhat redundant, as the fence itself was only half a person's height.
Lu Yuan approached politely and knocked on the courtyard gate.
"Excuse me, is anyone home?"
After asking, he didn't knock again but waited patiently outside the gate.
After about half a quarter of an hour, a shepherd boy of eleven or twelve stepped out from the thatched cottage and opened the gate for Lu Yuan.
By this time, Lu Zhaoyan had recovered some of his strength.
