You Are My Gravity

Today is sunny and the weather is good. Recently, the weather has not been so good. Sunny days like this are a bit rare.

So, when they arrived in the afternoon, they were shocked by the crowd.

One street, going back and forth, one glance at the past, a black man's head.

Zhou Ping and the others walked slowly along with the crowds. They walked for 20 minutes on an ancient street and finally came to Yuelao Temple.

Yue Laomiao is already considered to be this piece of internet celebrity land, and there are many people who come to check in.

When they walked in, a pair of young men and women came out.

Both of them had smiles on their faces and looked very happy.

Zhou Ping heard the girl say: "Don't tell me, this Yuelao Temple is really efficacious, next time we come to pay for it..."

Boy: "Okay!"

Zhou Ping and the others crossed the threshold and entered.

Like last time, the sound outside felt a little lower after entering.

However, there are a lot of people in the temple, and the voices are quite noisy.

After Zhou Ping came in, she looked around, walked a few steps forward, and walked around the big tree, only to see Old Miaozhu sitting in front of the main hall.

Just like the last time he met, he is ignorant of anyone. The price is clearly marked on the small blackboard.

Those who begged to sign out from the main hall lined up to wait for the sign to be resolved.

Bai Lu said, "Look, how good business is."

Zhou Ping nodded: "Yes, and there is no risk, it's good..."

Unlike her, although a job can sometimes make a lot of money, she has worked hard and has great risks!

She also thought very much, and, Lao Miao wished this, so she sat there and waited to collect the money.

Among the pilgrims who came, some were old believers in the old temple of this month, and some were rich, and they gave a lot of sesame oil to the old temple.

Zhou Ping clearly saw that a pilgrim with a large golden chain directly stuffed a bank card into the old temple.

They watched for a while, and Bai Lu teased Zhou Ping: "Let's go in too, and I will serve Zhuxiang before I leave."

Zhou Ping: "Good."

When they passed by Lao Miaozhu, Gu Zhige greeted him, "Master, we are here again."

But Lao Miaozhu didn't look up at all, as if he didn't even know him.

Gu Zhige didn't feel ashamed either, smiled, and followed Zhou Ping and the others in.

There are only two futons, waiting in line for the incense, and there are a few people in front of the wishing people, so they can only line up at the back.

There are many people today, and Zhou Ping clearly felt that the temperature in the hall today seems to be slightly higher than last time. Moreover, the incense is strong, making it feel... as if there is an illusion of being sheltered by the Holy Light.

Zhou Ping looked up at the three statues. Well, it really felt like this.

Her gaze fell on the statue of the boy, and she looked at it carefully for a while, and she felt the same as last time, not as vivid as Bailu said.

The person in front of him who asked for a sign walked away twice, and the one in front of Zhou Ping and them was a middle-aged woman in her forties, who came by pulling her husband.

After the two knelt down, the woman put her hands together, and respectfully knocked her three heads first, and then put on three sticks of incense.

Then he said: "The old moon is here. The believers come today to pay their wishes. You are always infinitely capable. Last time I asked my son to find a girlfriend quickly. Now, he and his girlfriend are about to get married..."

Zhou Ping swears that she didn't deliberately overhear someone's words, but she was speaking with a loud voice.