Within the Beijing Zhou Family’s living room, a sense of harmony and warmth pervaded, and Zhou Jiao was also feeling tranquil. Overall, Zhou Jiao felt quite good at this moment. The air after the rain was refreshing, and importantly, she had spotted the stone temple.
It wasn’t clear whether it had been knocked down by lightning or fallen into disrepair due to lack of maintenance. Under the flashlight’s beam, the roof and corners had collapsed, and the main door was missing.
Zhou Jiao was unaware of the situation inside.
From a distance, facing the ancient temple, she knelt on the ground and respectfully bowed three times. Not for any particular reason; just the presence of the hidden chamber nearby perhaps meant that her great-grandfather had been there, donated, or even made a vow.
She too took an oath: when the time comes for change and peace prevails, her family and loved ones survive the crisis, Zhou Jiao would come again to restore the ancient temple and revere the Buddha statue.
When she stood up again, the sky began to reveal a crescent moon, and the dim stars started to shimmer; gazing at the barely visible surroundings, Zhou Jiao once more nodded towards the ancient temple.
Steadying herself, Zhou Jiao began to follow the cues left by her grandmother, stepping towards the ravine, standing under that crooked-neck tree, she gently caressed the ancient, weathered trunk.
Unexpectedly, after that upheaval of steel practice years ago, it still stood. The ancient tree was surely spirited and ought to be delighted as well.
Following the cue, she walked a hundred meters forward, then turned right a hundred meters, and another two hundred meters ahead—there lay the mountain with no further path, reaching the destination her grandmother had described.
Zhou Jiao sprinkled the medicinal powder onto the pile of weeds. After a while, seeing no reaction, she began using a machete to cut away the thick vines hanging on the rocks ahead, concerned that the truth might be uncovered later; she cautiously used the side door to gradually move and clear the obstructions.
Before long, when the familiar protruding round stone was exposed, Zhou Jiao took a breath, realizing it was quite late since leaving the city. Although she had informed the guesthouse she might stay with her elders, she still planned to return to the guesthouse if possible.
With familiar steps, at the final step standing on one foot, Zhou Jiao pressed her hands down with all her strength on the protrusion. She had to do it, reminded of the clumsy mistake she and her father made last time.
Who knew if her ancestors had set the chamber’s access based on the person’s weight? What to do if it was designed for a man?
Luckily, her ancestors weren’t favoring sons over daughters, and the door opened just like the Gu Family’s old residence, splitting from the ground and slowly welcoming her.
Seeing this, Zhou Jiao’s heart tightened. This scene resembled the Gu Family ancestors’ method. Would it disappoint her father again? She’d rather have the door open from the front than from the ground.
Zhou Jiao sighed inwardly, composing herself, and then proceeded down the stairs with familiar steps. Observing the simple oil lamps and smooth stones along the sides, she squinted slightly. The nouveau riche style of the Gu Family was somewhat different, something felt off!
What did the position of the Governor of Guangdong and Guangxi imply? A ruthless mindset could lead to the exploitation of the region’s wealth, immediately becoming immensely wealthy.
Zhou Jiao shook her head; that wouldn’t be the case! The Zhou Family has always maintained righteousness.
The stairs weren’t long, and at the end lay three paths. Zhou Jiao chose the one on the left, according to her grandmother’s guidance.
Of course, if you think this easily leads to the hidden chamber, you might die miserably!


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