The next day, Changchun Temple opened as usual.
As for the Divine Invitation Talisman drawn out last night, Ning An hadn't decided where to use it yet, so it was temporarily set aside.
After washing up and tidying the temple, they opened the temple to welcome visitors.
Within half an hour, quite a few incense burners arrived.
Blue smoke curled up, the incense was flourishing, truly a holy place of worldly cultivation.
Just as more incense burners were arriving at Changchun Temple, outside the temple, a middle-aged couple brought a little girl to the entrance.
The middle-aged man looked to be about fifty, with a face covered in wrinkles deep enough to catch a fly.
The woman looked a bit younger but not by much. Even with makeup, her face was ghostly pale, unable to hide the bitter and mean aura.
Especially when the sunlight hit her, squinting her eyes and grinning, that aura intensified.
